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[gentle, light music plays]

[child laughing]

[chuckling] Gee!

Munch.

What brings you
to the steamy netherworld?

[Giardello] My machine broke.

[Munch] Ah,
abandoned by technology.

Welcome to the club.
D'you bring your own soap?

I always forget
to bring my own soap,

and I wind up having to buy
these teeny little boxes.

Probably cost me twice as much
as that jumbo size
you got there.

You bring the paper.

I'm really impressed
by the amount of preparation
that you go through,

the extent of it.

See, that's my problem in life,

Gee, that's what I lack.

Planning. Foresightedness.

I live for the moment.

Problem is,
once the moment passes,

I'm unprepared
for the next moment.

- And the next--
- Munch!

- [Munch] Yes, sir?
- What day is today?

- [Munch] Sunday.
- What is the significance
of Sunday?

I don't know,
socioeconomic, religious or--

Sunday is a day of rest,

repose, quietude.

Get my drift?

May I see
the real estate section?

Please?

Thank you.

[*]

I like to read
the real estate section.

You know, where we live,
to a great extent,
determines who we are.

Just by buying
a piece of property,

I could change
the public perception
of who I am.

Munch, the condo dude.

Living high on the hog
in Rolling Hills

with a shiny new four wheeler
parked outside.

Well, what
are four wheelers for, anyway?

I mean, why would a guy need
a four wheeler in the city?

I mean...

[*]

I hate Sundays.

[theme music plays]

[Howard] I've had a headache
since Monday.

[Felton] Maybe you got
a brain tumor.

- Been policed?
- [officer] Yes.

- [Howard] What's the name?
- Mine or hers?

- Hers.
- Audrey Resnick, widow.

- Forced entry?
- [officer] He'd have to
be desperate.

- She's 72 years old.
- You think that's funny?

Only a moron would think
that's funny.

She has a headache.

[officer] No sign
of forced entry.
Whoever killed her knew her.

- [Howard] Who called it in?
- [officer] Neighbor,
Mrs. Millicent Harding.

Let's ID this kid.

[officer] Every Wednesday
at noon,

Millicent and the deceased
took the bus to Eastern Avenue,

and had strawberry pie
at Haussner's.

Today, when Audrey
wasn't at the bus stop,
Millicent came looking.

She's beaten pretty badly.

Hey, give me a hand here?

Anybody outside
see or hear anything?

[officer]
We're still canvassing.

[Howard exclaims in disgust]

- What is it, Kay?
- Tongue's been cut out.

Cut out
and stuffed back in her mouth.

Even by local standards,
that's repulsive.

I used to know a girl
in high school named Millicent.

Millicent Walsh.
She married Eddie Sharper.

I wonder
if they're still married.

I mean, how could someone
do that to an old lady?

- To anyone?
- I bet you they're happy.

I bet you their marriage
is just chugging right along.

- Hey, Felton, look.
- What?

Smell. What do you smell?

Crap. That's what you smell.

Noxious fumes.
The stench of decay.

Urban decay.

The city. You know what?
You can have it.
I'm out of here.

I'm due some vacation.
I deserve some vacation.

[Felton]
Kay, we got a case here.

Yeah, well, find Lewis.
Find Pembleton.

- They already took vacation.
- [Felton] Kay.

Hey, hey!

- What did I do with the key?
- Hey, I'm your partner,
I'm your friend.

- What's wrong?
- What's wrong?
I'll tell you what's wrong.

I wanna go someplace.

Someplace where you can look out
and see sunlight,

and clear green ocean,

and wild ducks
flying over the marshes.

A place, by the way,
where people don't cut out
each other's tongues

and stuff 'em down
each other's throat.

Home, Beau.
That's where I'm going. Home.

[siren wailing in the distance]

- [piano music playing]
- [song lyrics playing]

[song lyrics playing]

Give you a hand?
Get a job, why don't you?

- Howard, how you doing?
- How are you?

- Good. Seeing you, better!
- [Howard laughs]

[Howard] Hey, Josh!

- Hey, little brother,
how you doing?
- [laughs] All right.

- [Howard] Hey.
- Hey, Kay.

Where's Daddy?

He doesn't go out any more.

- What are you talking about?
- He stopped.

- When?
- [Josh] Couple of months ago.

Says he wanted more time
to watch Sally, Jesse, Raphael.

- [Chick] Kay.
- [Howard] Chick.

- You look lost.
- Lost?

[Chick] You know,
wrong turn, no map.

Dark side of Miller time.

[Howard] I haven't seen you
in how long,
and you don't even say hi?

Just some wise-ass remark?

- Hi.
- [chuckling]

Oh!

[knocking on door]

- You wanted to see me, Gee?
- [Giardello] Frank, come in.
Sit down.

You're looking good, Frank.
Strong and taut.

[Pembleton] Thanks.

Yes, I would say
you're at your fighting peak.

Full of piss and vinegar.
Able to take on anything.

- I'm not gonna do it.
- [Giardello] Not gonna do what?

- Whatever it is
you set me up for.
- [Giardello] Sit down, Frank.

Well, no,
I'm not gonna sit down.
I'm not gonna do it.

Whatever it is,
I'm not gonna do it.

- Frank, as a favor.
- [Pembleton] No!

As a personal favor. For me.

What?

I want you to partner up,
temporarily,

with one of
your fellow colleagues.

- Who?
- [knocking on door]

- Hey, Frank,
do you want to get the lead out?
- Oh, no, please!

[Giardello] It's only temporary.

- [knocking on window]
- [Felton] Come on, Frank!

[man sighing]

[Eddie] Whoa! [laughs]

Look out! Look out!
Here we go! Whoa!

[woman]
You look around, I'm not near!

- Come on!
- [laughing]

You know, Dad,
we talk every other Sunday.

When I ask, "What's new?"
retiring is the kind of thing
I'm looking for.

He ain't retiring.
He's regrouping.

[woman] Jim, Molly,
sit down and behave yourselves.

- You okay? You sick?
- I'm not dying, Kay.
Believe me, you'd know it.

When I go, I'll have everyone
sitting around the bed,
weeping and wailing.

- Chick's right. You look tired.
- [Kay] Well, thanks.

- Hey, sit down. Sit.
- Said she looked lost, man.

It's that business you're in.

Homicide.
Always shooting people.

It's not exactly
a business, Dad.

I don't shoot people.
I catch people who shoot people.

- Does he ever take
those things off?
- Never.

- I'm gonna go visit Mom.
- Yeah.

- I'll go with you.
- Okay.

- Well, why'd Daddy really quit?
- [Chick] He's old, Kay.

You know, people stop working
at a certain age.

They like to relax.
Enjoy themselves.

Uh, he discovered
about $75,000 worth of dry rot
in Miranda Lee.

Then the IRS came after him.
Small matter of unpaid taxes.

They sold her for kindling.

Sold the boat?

What's going on here, Chick?

Well, Kay, truth is,
our catches are getting smaller.

Costs are going up.
We're being regulated to death.

Your dad's a wise man.

The aggravation
would've buried him here
way too soon.

How is Liz?

Liz? Liz moved to Richmond.

Kidding. She left you?

She got a job as a travel agent.

What happened?

Kinda like Wesley's boat.

By the time I discovered
the dry rot,
the marriage is over.

- You seeing anyone these days?
- Yeah. Sort of.

In between crime scenes
and court briefs.

I'm out in the city
a lot on the job,

so when I get to be at home,
I like to just be home.

[gentle piano music plays]

Multiple bruises to the neck
and left shoulder.

Audrey Resnick
was beaten to death.

What about the tongue?
[Lisa] Here it is.

Yeah, I've seen it,
but what I wanna know
is why the killer cut it out.

Look how clean the slice is.

Whoever did this,
they didn't cut the tongue,

they chopped it,
almost as an afterthought.

What about sexual assault?

She's clean. No semen.
No vaginal bruising.

- I'll have a full report
sent up to you in the morning.
- Thanks, Lisa.

Resnick lived with her grandson?

Yeah, I got a patrol car
watching the house.
He hasn't turned up yet.

I wanna close this one, Frank.
I wanna close it fast.

This is my first murder
in a long time.

What are you talking about?
Three days ago,
you put down the Griswold case.

That wasn't murder,
that was a killing.

[Pembleton] Oh, well,
don't get subtle on me, Felton.

Hey, Griswold was a smokehound
with a rap sheet two feet long,

full of rapes and assaults
and assorted other dark deeds.

His death,
like his life, was meaningless.

Mrs. Audrey Resnick
was a sweet, innocent old lady,

who died violently
in what should've been
the safety of her own home.

That's a loss of life, Frank.
That's murder.

Huh, well, stupid me.

I didn't know that there are now
two kinds of homicides.

I didn't know that cops
got to decide
whose life was valuable.

Whose life is worth venging.

A little old lady
is brutally beaten by someone.

Her tongue is cut out
and stuffed back in her mouth.

- How can you not be outraged
by that?
- [Pembleton] I am, Felton.

I'm outraged
about that woman
in Howard County

whose car got jacked,
and she was dragged to her death
at 65 miles an hour.

I'm outraged
about that four-year-old girl
from Canton

who caught a stray bullet
in the head.

I'm also outraged
by the murder of Kenny Griswold,

a meaningless little smokehound.

'Cause where I come from,
every life has meaning.

Even yours, Felton.

Even yours.

- Are you rich, Haskett?
- Try poverty stricken.

Try barely enough
to cover expenses.

What do you want,
a pension plan?

Just getting by
is not poverty-stricken.

- That's [indistinct].
- [siren blaring]

Chick.

[officer]
Gentlemen, drop your sails.

Hello, Chick.

Boys.

Hell, unless I'm mistaken,
those are devil catchers I see.

Aren't they? Dr. Bradley?

Mr. Tawes, you know
that devil catchers destroy
the oyster bars.

- [officer] Gonna have to return
your catch, Chick.
- Don't!

[Chick] Damn you! [indistinct]

[fight din]

[man] Get him! Ah!

Got him.

Come on, let's finish it.

[tense music plays]

[Felton] You have no idea
where Mrs. Resnick's
grandson is?

He's always taking off.
Days at a time.

Audrey used to worry,
but Artie eventually comes back.

[Felton] Could he have gone
to see his parents?

He was living with Audrey
'cause they threw him out.
Tough love.

[Pembleton] So, Artie has
a discipline problem?

[Millicent] Discipline problems.

Drug problems. Girl problems.

Dental problems.
You should see his teeth.

Audrey spent a fortune
on his teeth.
She did everything for that boy.

And now he goes
and does something like this.

[Felton] Something like what,
Mrs. Harding?

Killing her.

Are you saying
that Artie killed
his grandmother?

I have absolutely no doubt.

[Felton] Let's head over
to Artie's high school.

Talk to his principal,
his teachers,
some of the other students.

- You should also go
to see his dentist.
- Why?

Teeth, tongue,
there might be some connection.

Maybe we should go
see his proctologist--

Hey, Felton!
Got a present for you.

[Felton] What you got, Sally?

Well, I'm no hotshot
homicide dick,

but my guess
is it's a murder weapon.

[rock music playing]

I'll go over to DC.

Talk to the president.
Man to man.

What are you gonna tell him?
There is no justice?
He knows already.

Want to tell him
to get this country
back on track.

- Way it used to be.
- He's gonna get rid
of income tax.

Then what?
No more night games,
put cigarette ads back on TV?

Damn straight.

Oh, bad luck, Chick. Real sorry.

[song lyrics coming from radio]

- Yes!
- [Chris] Look
at the scuzzbucket.

Sitting there
like regular people.

[Kevin] Excuse me,
can I get a beer over here?

- [Howard] Who is he?
- Dr. Bradley.

He's a scientist.
An environmentalist.

Gets a kick out of throwing
oysters overboard.

Let me
ask you something, doctor,

what are you getting
out of busting our butts?

What is your profit
in driving us out of business?

It was your choice
to break the law, not mine.

"It was your choice
to break the law, not mine."

[Eddie] This bar used to be full
most nights.

Guys work hard. Come in.
Relax and tell stories.

Now they can't afford it.

They can't even afford
a lousy beer.

- That's not my fault.
- Whose damn fault is it?

Look, my father was a fisherman,
up in Maine.

I'm a waterman like you.

I don't wanna see it disappear,
any more than you do.

But you've got to realize,

the oyster is practically
an endangered species.

We're the endangered species,
not the frigging oyster.

[Howard] Come on, Chick,
let it go.

You better steer
to starboard, pal.

- [Howard] Come on.
- Stay out of this, Kay.

Probably lighten up
a little bit,
and still be a tough guy.

Well, Bradley's got
his damn nerve,
coming into our bar.

Him and his "I've got it
all figured out" look.

Mr. Clean, MIT look.

[indistinct], look,
all he's trying to say

is if you destroy
the oyster bars,

- you're gonna
destroy yourselves.
- [Chick scoffing]

Well, 50 years ago,
there were over 100 skipjacks
in the bay.

Now...

I'm gonna be obsolete soon.

Like the Apache warrior.
I'll have to get a job
as a waiter.

No.
Hey, I know how to use
a computer.

I can get a job
in a rent-a-car place.

- Why did you leave me, Kay?
- I didn't leave you.
I left this town.

You ever think
what would have happened
if you'd stayed?

Mm-mm. No.

You ever think
what might have been
with you and me?

Sometimes.
Late at night
when I can't sleep.

Yeah.

[piano music plays]

[Chick] Stay.

Oh, Chick.

[*]

- Damn.
- [glass smashing]

What's the latest on Resnick?

Artie hasn't been in school
the past two days.

Any record of violence?

Uh, he's peaceful enough
when he's there.
He's just not there that often.

I asked his principal
if he thought
that Artie was capable

of such a hideous crime.

He said,
"They're all capable of it."

- What are you reading, Frank?
- An anatomy book.
The tongue is key.

Got us a great deal
on a TV for our new bar.

27 inches of color.
Stereo hi-fi. Remote.

- No.
- [Lewis] What?

- No TV in the bar.
- [Lewis] Why not?

All that chatter
and salesmanship

just imposes itself on thought.

We need to have a bar
where a man can come to think.
To reflect.

What about sports?

Monday night football.
Play-offs. World Series.

- And what about the Super Bowl?
Huh?
- [Munch chuckles]

I mean,
why would anybody frequent a bar
without sports?

Come on, Munch.

[Bayliss]
Punched in Artie Resnick's sheet
on the computer.

He's a bad boy, all right.

Larceny, assault and battery,

gunfight with his father,
'cause the old man
wouldn't share drug profits.

"Child is father of the man."

Have you been reading again,
Stan?

The best news is,

is that the fingerprints
on the butcher knife

match Artie's.

That's it. So he did it.

- He killed his grandmother.
- [Pembleton] Yep.

Now all we have to do
is find him.

[Felton] Well,
let's go find him.

What about a jukebox?
Can we have a jukebox?

What happened
to a good old bar
where you just go in,

you talk to the bartender,
you think you get depressed,
and you drink,

and you go home and puke?

- [Lewis] It's outdated, Munch.
- [Munch] Yeah. Laugh.

[Bayliss] I got a great idea.

- [Munch] What?
- Uh, sports.

- We bring sports [indistinct].
- [Munch] No TV set, please.

- Let's just get knock hockey.
- [Lewis] What is knock hockey?

Knock hockey,
with knocking people--

[Munch] It's a stupid game
that you guys would love.

When was the last time
you guys read a book?

- [knocking on door]
- [Howard] Huh?

[Wesley] Harlan,
what brings you here?

[Harlan] Well,
I need to see Kay, Wesley.

- She available?
- [Wesley] Sure. Come on in.

[Harlan] Oh, good.

Oh, I'm sorry
to drag you out of bed, Kay,

but I could use a little
professional assistance.

[insects chirping]

[Howard] Looks like Dr. Bradley
all right.

[Howard sighing]

[Harlan] Well, have to
send him over to Fullerton
for that.

Lacerations to the head,
the back of the neck, throat.

He was sliced nearly 20 times
in a fury.

We're looking
for some kind of sharp object.

- Most likely some kind of knife.
- [Harlan] Yeah.

I'd do a door-to-door.
A witness would be nice.
Two would be a godsend.

- That's the back door
to the Island View, right?
- [Harlan] Uh-huh.

You better talk to Eddie
in the morning.

[Harlan] Now, now, Kay, could--

could you head up
the investigation?

Oh, no, no, no, Harlan.
It's not my territory.

[Harlan] Well, I--
well, we haven't had a murder
in six or seven years.

And that was
a clear-cut domestic dispute.

Old Mr. Garfield down there,
Mason Lane,

blew his wife away
because she broke the TV

in the middle
of an NBA play-off game.

Celtics and 76ers.
I-- I don't know where to start
with this kind of thing.

[radio announcer]
Tom and Harriet Banks
are the lucky winners

- of this past weekend's
super lottery draw.
- [gentle music plays]

The pair came forward
to claim their $11 million
prize this morning

and face the media.

Tom Banks is an electrici--

[cartoon music plays]

- Hiya, Kay.
- Hi, Chris. Can I come in?

Yea, sure. Come on in.

- Is Ellen home?
- She's working. Over at Nat's.

Waiting on tables.
Tips aren't bad.

We're behind on the rent.
Behind on everything.

- [Howard] Chick!
- Morning.

Did you hear about Bradley?

- Yeah, I heard.
- [Chick] Poor bastard.

Yeah, he was cut
from stem to stern.

My guess
is with an oyster knife.

- Really?
- Timothy, turn that down!

My head feels like
the inside of a oyster.
All thick and gooey.

Remember that time
we went up on the roof
of Chick's house,

had a couple of beers
and fell off? [chuckling]

Just rolled right off.
Laughing all the way.

I remember. Sure.

What happened
after Chick and I left
last night?

Not much. We drank some more.

- Did Bradley stay?
- Uh, for a while.

- Then he left.
- What time?

- Are you interrogating us?
- What time?

You-- you are.
You're interrogating us!

Chris, what time
did Bradley leave?

I don't know. 12:30 or so?

Nothing happened.
That's what you're saying?

Nothing happened.

Chick, Josh,
and I drank some more.

We went home.

- You went back to the bar?
- Yeah.

- Did Bradley leave
before or after Chick got back?
- After.

Eddie drink a lot last night?

- Eddie's on the wagon.
- I asked him.

Chris, the toast.

Ah! It's stuck.
It's always sticking.

[Chris grunts]

[Chris sighing]

[*]

- How drunk was he?
- Who?

Haskett, how drunk was he?

I don't know,
I was too drunk to notice.

Did Eddie or Chris
get into an argument
with Bradley?

- You don't quit, do you?
- No, I don't.

Nobody got into a fight.

What, Bradley was killed
by marauding seagulls?

[Chick scoffs]

Chick, they're gonna
find something.

Fingerprints, a-- a-- a weapon,
a witness, something.

They almost always do.

And you know what?

These guys aren't smart enough
or lucky enough

to be one of the ones
that gets away.

Oh, come on!
Eddie and his baseball bat.

It's all bluster.

Haskett's a puppy dog.
You know that.

We're oystermen
for cripes' sakes!
Not mafioso.

Cops have instincts, Chick.

Natural instincts. Hmm?

Well, maybe not all cops,
but I do.

I have very good instincts
about these kinds of things.

- My instincts say
that Haskett did it.
- [Chick] You're nuts.

- And maybe someone helped.
- Oh, Kay!

I can tell
by the consistency of the wounds

that one person
did all the stabbing.

But what I don't know yet
is whether somebody held Bradley
while he was stabbed.

What the hell
has happened to you?

Is this what you learned
in Baltimore, hmm?

Not to trust the people
you love?

What I learned in Baltimore

is people get murdered
for all kinds of reasons.

But a dead body
is still stone cold.

And so
because my temporary partner
is so thorough,

I now know every damn thing
there is to know
about the tongue.

There are fissured tongues
and furred tongues.

Sore tongues
and geographical tongues.

Tongues with glossitis,
ulcers and tumors.

- Felton.
- Just a minute, Frank.

You know, the tongue
is not just used for speech.

It is also essential
for eating and digestion.

People eat tongue,
you know, cow tongue.
They say it's a delicacy.

Did you know
that you would not be able
to swallow your food

without your tongue?

No, I-- I didn't--
I didn't know that.

- That is a fact,
my young friend.
- Huh.

As a matter of fact,
there are many
fascinating aspects

to our friend, the tongue.

What, Frank?

I got a location of a schoolyard
where Artie Resnick hangs,

so if you're done
being adorable,

do you wanna check it out?

Anything you want, Frank.

I don't know
how you partner with him.
How do you put up with this guy?

I live to make him happy.

Huh!

[Lewis] Hey, Bayliss.

- [hip hop music plays]
- [song lyrics playing]

[Pembleton]
Attention, gentlemen.

[Felton] Yo, meatheads!

[Pembleton] Hey!

[player] Low!

Okay, any of you seen
Artie Resnick?

No? No? Okay.

- You guys mind
if we play with you?
- What?

Well, just think of it
as some sort of a PAL gig.

[*]

Pick up, man. Come on, baby.

[player] I got it,
I got it, fight, fight, fight!

Right here, right here!

Oh, score!
[indistinct],
we're from New York City!

Come on, man.
Keep on me. [indistinct].

[players laughing]

Ah, keep that out of here, baby.

[*]

- [Felton] You're on the pole.
- Nah, man, get off me. Get off!

- Foul, Felton.
- [indistinct], man?

Take the ball in. It was a foul.

- You're on the pole.
- You opened over the back.

- So what? You touched the pole.
- Bring the ball in.

[Felton] Bring it up.
Throw the ball.

- Where you going?
- [Felton] What's up?

[Pembleton] Where you going?

How many of you've seen
Artie Resnick?

See that? You're on the pole.
That's out of bounds.

It's not out of bounds, man.
Get out of town.

[Felton] You're lucky
I didn't walk up
and pull it over

to slam one on you.

[man] Found us?

[Charlie] Think I was
gonna use his name
so they could zero in on him?

[man] Listen, Charlie, I--

[man] Calling all cars,
calling all cars.

[man] Who's screwing around
with this radio?

- Hey, Kay. What do you need?
- [Howard] Coffee.

[Charlie] ...[indistinct]
your speedometer.

If you drop below
35 miles an hour,
well,[indistinct].

- [Howard] About last night.
- I wasn't around
when they found that body.

- We'd already closed.
- [sirens blare on television]

Business has been so bad,
we take to closing early
these days.

Last night, a dead body
was found 12 feet
from your back door, Eddie.

Before that body became dead,
it stopped in here
for a drink, remember?

What do you want from me?

[Howard] After Chick and I left,
what happened?

- Nothing.
- [Howard] There was a fight.

I don't tolerate fights
in my establishment.

Okay, fine, a verbal argument.
Do you tolerate them?

Did Bradley argue with someone?

Well, everybody argues.
Me and my wife argue.
Me and my kids argue.

I get to
where I don't even notice
anymore.

You've always been
a bad liar, Eddie.

Haskett got into it
with Bradley.
Okay, you happy now?

But-- but it was just words.

Bradley left way before Haskett.

Haskett was in here
with me and Chick till I closed.

Who else was here?

- Your brother, Josh.
- [melancholic music plays]

[sighs]

- [Wesley] Why not?
- [Howard] I don't feel
like potatoes.

What are you,
on some kind of diet
or something?

No, I'm not on a diet.
I just don't want to eat
potatoes tonight.

Well, I heard
on Regis and Kathie Lee

that people like yourself,
who diet unnecessarily,

risk injury to their health.

- All right, okay,
give me the potatoes.
- [all chuckling]

What's the matter?
Your Walkman broken?

No. Why?

You're not listening to music.

- [Josh] My head hurts.
- [Chick] He's still hung over.

[Howard] You should take
an aspirin before you go to bed.

I did take an aspirin. Three.

Maybe you got a brain tumor.

Kay, that was a terrible thing
to say.

My God, that was morbid.
You've gotten morbid.

I think it has something to do
with your picking and prying
over all those bodies.

That's what I do
for a living, Dad.
Pick and pry among the dead.

Did you talk to Bradley
at the bar?

No.

Why would I talk to him?

How about
when you pulled the plug
out of the jukebox?

It's what Eddie said.

Bradley's staying
by the jukebox,

you come over and pull the plug
out of the socket?

Yeah, well,
Bradley kept playing Sting.

"Every Little Thing."
Three times in a row.

[Howard] Pass the bread, please.

- So you and he
got in an argument?
- [Josh] No.

I just pulled out the plug.

I cussed. He cussed.
Then I went out to puke.

[Chick] Right after that,
Bradley left the bar.

Pass the gravy, please.

[Wesley] Thought
you were on a diet.

No, I'm not on a diet, okay?

Did you see Bradley
come out of the bar?

[Josh] I don't know.

[Howard] Chris or Eddie
come out after him?

I don't know.

[Chick sighs]

If you know anything,
Josh, tell it.

I was walking around.

Kinda clearing my head,

back behind
the old Island View Inn.

I saw him.

He was stabbing the guy.

He was hurting real bad.

He was screaming.

- [Howard] Bradley?
- Haskett.

- [Howard] Chris?
- He was hurting bad.

[low melancholic music plays]

- [Howard] Was Haskett
with anyone else?
- [Josh] No.

He was all alone.

[people chattering indistinctly]

[officer] What kind relationship
did the two have?

- [woman] I think
they were friends.
- [officer] Shoo.

Whoa!

- [Harlan] Where'd you find it?
- [officer] In the back seat.

[child babbling]

[Harlan] We found this
in the car.

So what? Big deal.

An oyster knife.
I'm an oyster man, remember?

Look what you're doing
to the kids.
You're terrifying them.

Chick, do something, man.
Help me.

What's this, Chris?

I thought
I told you to wash that.

- I told you to wash that.
- I'm sorry.

- I was late for work, and--
- You said you'd wash it.

That's all you had to do.
Wash one damn shirt!

One damn shirt!

That's your job,
to wash my shirts.

Can't you even do your damn job?

- That's all you had to do.
Wash one damn shirt!
- I'm sorry!

- One damn shirt!
- I'm sorry!

[sobbing]

[indistinct chatter
on police radio]

[Pembleton]
You're not bad, you know?

Not bad?

At basketball.
You're not too bad.

- You mean for a white guy?
- [Pembleton chuckling]

Forget it, okay?

- Do you play a lot?
- What?

[Felton] Basketball.
You in a league or something?

No, actually, I don't play
much basketball at all.

Actually, hockey's my game.

You play hockey!

What, Felton,
Black guys don't play hockey?

Not on this continent.

[Pembleton] Okay,
here's our new best friend.

- [brakes screeching]
- [intense music plays]

Artie! Artie!

How's it going, Artie?

- Okay.
- How's your grandmother, Artie?

You got a cigarette?

- You live with your grandma,
right, Artie?
- [Artie] Yeah.

- Have you been home recently?
Say in the last couple of days?
- [lighter clicking]

Yeah.

Did you kill her, Artie?

- Yeah.
- [Pembleton] You're confessing?

I guess.

All right, Artie.

- We'd like you to come with us
down to the office.
- Okay.

- [Felton] Artie?
- Yeah?

- [Felton] Why did you kill her?
- [Artie] I don't know.

[Pembleton]
You must have had a reason.

Not really.
She got on my nerves, I guess.

- Why'd you cut her tongue out?
- She was always talking.

Yak, yak, yak.

Lose the cigarette, Artie.

[tense music plays]

[gentle piano music plays]

You should talk to Josh
before you leave.

He's feeling pretty bad.

- Where is he?
- [Wesley] Out back.

I'm just glad it wasn't Chick.

You thought it was Chick?

Well, the thought
crossed my mind, God forgive me.

[Howard] Hey, Daddy.

Do you miss
going out on the boat?

Don't have time
to think about it.
Too busy around the house.

I never thought
there was so much to do,
doing nothing.

Well, you better finish
your packing.

Kay...

I know I don't talk much
about the way I feel.

But that doesn't mean
I don't feel anything.

I feel a lot.

Maybe-- maybe too much.

[gentle piano music plays]

I love you, Kay.

I'm proud of you.
Proud of what you do.

Thank you.

Hey, Josheroo.

What?

You okay?

I'm busy.

I gotta go.

[Josh] Goodbye.

Chris Haskett killed a man.

- [Josh] He's my friend.
- I know.

Look, that doesn't make
what he did right.

He's an oysterman.

[gentle piano music plays]

Chick?

- You going?
- Yeah.

I gotta get back.
You know, work.

Right.

Well, it was good
seeing you, Kay.

Yeah, it was. Seeing you.

Look, I'm sorry
if I behaved badly.

I can't help it sometimes,
being aggressive.

I'm a cop. That's what I do.

It's who I am.

You know,
I've been thinking about
what you said.

You know, about your instincts.

You're right.
You always had good instincts.

You always had a good reason
for everything you did.

Like getting out of this town.
You knew.

If you'd have stayed,
you just would have gotten stuck
like me.

And I'd leave, too,
if I knew what to do.

No, you wouldn't.
You belong here.

I-- I don't. That's all.

I don't know why.

Like I said, good instincts.

Well, see you, Kay.

I gotta go get the boat ready.

Hey, Chick,
you were my first true love.

- Hmm?
- Mine too.

That's a big deal
in a man's life.

Come down some weekend.
We'll go to the ballet.

[laughs] Ballet!

Who the hell
wants to see the ballet?

Besides, there's no ballet
in Baltimore.

Really?
Then we'll have to think
of something else.

[solemn music plays]

[song lyrics playing]

[*]

27 [indistinct].

Detective Howard graces us
with her presence.

- Nice tan, Howard.
- [Howard] I like
yours too, Meldrick.

Oh, salvation!
I'm free of Felton. Free!

- Hey, Kay, how was the vacation?
- Hey, don't ask, huh?

Hey, Stanley,
you look like you lost weight.

- You lose a little weight?
- No! Me? Uh, maybe.

- Yeah!
- I don't know.
What do you think?

Absolutely.
A couple of pounds, anyway.

You're delirious.

[Kay] Hey, remember me?

- Kay, how are things?
- Good. Fine.

So?

So, what?

So you had a restful vacation?

[Kay] Mm.

- [Felton] Feeling good?
Everything's right?
- [phone ringing]

- Yeah. Sure.
- [Felton] Good.

Pick it up, then.

Howard, homicide.

[theme song plays]