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[hurried footsteps]

Another bad night, Beau?

No, I'm good.

Beth's mom just called.
Beth's coming back.

She's gonna bring back the kids.

She wants to give it
another try.

- Well, that's great.
- Yeah, and who knows?

I've kind of got a different
feeling about it this time.

You know,
maybe we can turn it around.

And I closed the Woods murder
last night.

- What?
- Yes, right after you left,

two uniforms brought Lashley in
and he confessed,
just like you said he would.

That's what I like, closing
cases when I'm not even here.

You give me the final details,
I'll type up the report.

Already done. And on Gee's desk.

Why, even better.
Thanks, partner.

Did you get your coffee yet?

Coffee.
I knew something was missing.

Felton looks terrible.

I think that's mainly
a lack of sleep, huh, guys?

Open your eyes, Kay.
He has a patina
of self-destruction about him.

His eyes are red,
his gills are green,

he has a sheen
of sweat on his brow.

Yeah, you know,
he's been through a lot.
You'd be a wreck too, John.

I know what it's like
to have a wife leave you,
but, you know...

drowning your woes in bourbon
just doesn't do a lot of good.

Stan, his wife
didn't just leave him.

She took the kids
and disappeared.

That's a little different
than having your ex

move to a condo
in San Diego, huh?

- Santa Barbara.
- Whatever! He's gonna be fine.

[Munch] Hey, we're not
the only ones. You guys have
noticed it too, right?

- Noticed what?
- [Munch] You know
what I'm talking about.

That Beau's been
hitting the sour mash

a little too hard lately.

- Has he?
- [Howard] Oh, is this
what you guys do?

- Gossip about each other?
- [Lewis] Mm-hmm.

'Cause it's none of your
business, or mine either, huh?

Well, now that you mention it,
he has looked a little rocky.

Would you clowns please stop?

My partner's personal life
is not gonna be discussed.

He doesn't tell me
how to live my life,

I'm not gonna start
telling him either.

- Huh?
- [Munch] Fine.

My preference would be
for a back-up

I could depend upon,
but that's just me.

[phone ringing]

[theme song playing]

Okay, everyone, listen up.

The time has come
for me to distribute
Crosetti's open cases.

Oh, hey, Gee, can I-- can I talk
to you about that for a minute?

- No.
- Come on, Gee, I want you
to give me all his open cases.

- No, no.
- I-- I'm his partner, okay?

I'm responsible for those cases.
I'm the one who knows them.

Your plate's full as it is, man.

As you know,
at the time of his death...

Crosetti had five investigations
underway.

Based on everyone's workloads,

these cases will break down...

like this.

Young from '93
will go to Bolander.

Munch, you take the Smith case.

Pembleton will wrap up Richmar,

then work with Bayliss
on the Becker case.

That leaves Chilton.

[Lewis] Uh, now, Gee, that case
was his worst nightmare.

It made him crazy.
It was a curse for him.

[Giardello] I don't know
who to give this case to.

[suspenseful music playing]

Howard.

Why me?

[chuckles]
I don't want that case.

- It's a dog.
- [Giardello] Yes.

And you've got the best
clearance rate in this room.

You can't beat 100%.

So? What?

Hey, I'm not saying I don't
like a challenge, Lieutenant.

I do my job, but Erica Chilton?

Well, maybe your luck
will rub off on this one.

Luck? [scoffs] I'm not
following your logic here, Gee.

You're giving it to me
because I'm the only one
with a 100% clearance rate?

I'm giving you the Chilton case

because you're a detective
in this squad room,

and that's what I've decided.

Yes, sir.

Felton,
you'll work with her on it.

Lewis will bring you
up to speed.

Okay, everybody.

These cases have been neglected
far too long already.

Let's do Steve proud.

[suspenseful music playing]

I've been thinking
about food for the bar,

and I sketched up
this menu idea.

- This is French and Italian,
Munch.
- Yeah.

Well, I realize
that we've gotta offer up

some sort of food service
for our customers,

but this is-- this is scary!

Well, what would you
have us serve?

Hamburgers, crab cakes,
and turkey clubs.

Hamburgers, crab cakes,
and turkey clubs?

I don't think
we should serve food at all.

- Munch, line one.
- [Munch] For me?

- Yes, Munch.
- Who is it?

Pick up the phone,
maybe you'll find out, huh?

[sighs] Excuse me, guys.

See, with food,
there's too much of an overhead,
I think.

Timmy, my boy,
we have to serve food.

Well, if we, uh--

we have to offer food,
then I say bratwurst.

- Bratwurst?
What the hell's bratwurst?
- Mm-hmm.

The bank wants to see us.

- The bank?
- Something about the loan.

- I thought we were
done with that.
- We were.

Apparently
somebody screwed up somewhere.

[Bayliss] It's not me this time.

Why do you guys always
assume that it's me, huh?

I want it to be really
special for all of us, you know,

just me, my kids, my wife.

We'll celebrate,
put the past behind us.

You know,
we'll talk about all the things
we're gonna do this new year.

Maybe plan
a vacation or something.

- Sounds good.
- Yeah.

I was supposed to take Alex
skiing last Christmas

but it didn't work out.

You know, Poconos are nice.
They're not too far, but...

[scoffs] It's kinda romantic
but family oriented.

Yeah. Poconos.

Do they think
I'm stupid or just gullible?

- [Giardello] Who?
- Oh, the Doublemint Twins,

Granger and Barnfather.

Oh, yes.

They think we're stupid
and gullible.

I have been up there trying to
get a replacement for Gaffney.

I transferred him, what?
Six weeks ago?

They still won't give me
another detective!

I know this song.

I've been trying
to get a replacement

for Crosetti for weeks.

[sighs] I know.

- How have you been?
- Not bad.

- You headed home?
- Uh, no. No, actually.

A friend is taking me to lunch.

- Celebrate my promotion.
- Where's he taking you?

Brass Elephant. She.

After Dalesio's,
it's the best in Baltimore.

Yeah, well Amanda
always did have good taste.

Loves food.

Why don't you come with us?
Really, really.

You know,
if we're ever gonna be sociable,

one of us has to play hooky
once in a while, am I right?

I can't, I have reports to read,
documents to sign...

bosses to infuriate.

And when my boys
and girls are left alone,

they get into mischief.

Oh, come on! You can be
gone for one lousy hour

to have some lunch, huh?

Come on.
Besides, Amanda's terrific.

I think you two
will really like each other.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

- Well.
- Yeah. Say nothing.

Let's just walk away.

What the hell. Wait up.

Oh, there you have it.

[Pembleton whistling]

Well, your winning streak

had to come to an end
sooner or later, didn't it?

[scoffs] Really? Why is that?
And who says it's ending?

Well, I'm just saying that,
uh, this might be the one,

but you can take a humble,
I know that you can.

No, Frank, I'm a very good
detective and I'll just put--

Well, even the best detectives
sometimes have open cases.

It's no disgrace.

That's just the way
the cards fall, you know?

- [Howard clears throat]
- You were lucky, that's all.

No, Frank,
I have a 100% clearance rate

because I have good instincts,
I follow them, I'm thorough...

Look, Kay, Kay,
I know about pride.

I'm the master of the art,

but in this case,
it may not apply.

Hey, look, look, I hope that
you close this in one day...

but a little red under your name

is not gonna make you
any less of a detective.

Are you done?

Yeah, yeah. I'm done.

Okay, good,
'cause I got some work to do.

[Howard sighing]

[traffic din]

Hey, Amanda!

How come you look so healthy?
I thought you had a tough job.

Well, the pink you see
in my cheeks is from pique!

Um, I brought a friend,
Al Giardello,

my counterpart who I never see,
this is Amanda DeBreaux,

my oldest friend,
who I also never see.

Well, we got something
in common.

- Nice to meet you, Al.
- Nice meeting you.

"Erica Chilton is found
by her six-year-old daughter,

half-dressed on her bed...

suffocated by her pillow."

Was she raped?

That's what
Crosetti thought initially.

They had sex.

Condition of the room indicated
that there was a lot of passion,

but there was
no evidence of assault.

- And where's her daughter now?
- Her sister took her.

Out west or something.

It's in the notes.

Okay. What else?

It's all in the notes, Kay.

Oh, the boyfriend was,
uh, at work.

Tom Marans, right?

Uh, yeah,

and, uh, the--
the neighbors heard screams
but no one saw anything.

Uh-huh.

Well, what about this Marans,
you know?

Could he have slipped
out of work for 20 minutes?

He didn't do it.
His alibi was solid.

I remember that.
He was devastated.

Look, it is all in the notes.

Crosetti kept updating them,

in case he found something new
or something.

Yeah, I've seen his notes, Mel.
[chuckles]

- It's not an easy case, Kay.
- Yeah, and it's six months cold!

What the hell am I supposed
to do with this file?

There's absolutely nothing
in it. It's like a bad joke.

- Hey, back off, Howard!
- Meldrick, we gotta head on down
to the bank, remember?

Yeah, sure
I'll go to the bank with you.

Yeah, I'd rather go
to the bank with you.

I'd rather have a root canal
than stick around here!

Kay, what do you say
we go back and we interview
these people again?

You know,
maybe they'll remember something
they never remembered before.

Okay. Fine.

Let's start from scratch.

After you.

[Giardello] I don't fuss much
when I'm by myself,

but every once in a while
I cook...

and the world stands still.

I follow my impulse
and I throw caution to the wind.

- I'm Italian, you see.
- Italian?

[Giardello] First generation.

[Giardello speaking Italian]

Oh. [laughs] Is that northern
Italian or southern?

Both of my parents
are from the south.

My father's Siciliano,
from Sicily,

and my mother from Louisiana,
and I make a mean gumbo.

You know, Amanda has
some Creole blood in her.

- [Giardello] Is that so?
- Oh, yeah.

By the way of Rhode Island.

I grew up in Woonsocket,

but actually
my great-grandmother

was originally
from the Dominican Republic.

Amanda teaches
history at Loyola.

Oh, and I've got a class--

- Uh, unless anyone wants coffee?
- [Russert] No, no.

Okay, well,
we'll take the check.

Thanks.

Oh, no, please. My treat.

But you didn't invite me.

I let you sit down, didn't I?

- Very well, if you insist.
- [Amanda laughing]

But the next time it's on me.
Deal?

It's a deal.

[Lewis] Hinks Bank.

What the hell kinda name
is that for a bank, anyway?

Whose idea was it
for us to come to this one?

- Our lawyer, Bobby Gianni.
- So, what does it mean, Hinks?

Hopefully it means
we'll be out of here

in less than an hour
with our mortgage intact.

You sure you told us
everything there is to know
about your past?

You're not one of those
former Weathermen

who had to go underground
in the '70s, are you?

Hey, come on, listen,
I was playing in the sandbox
at that time.

- They recruited very young.
- [Inger] Detective Munch!

- Ah, Ingrid, right? Ingrid?
- Inger.

- Inger.
- [Bayliss] Inger. Ah, Inger.

So, um, why did you invite us
down here, Inger?

Is there something
wrong with our loan

or did you have trouble
verifying our combined income?

No, that's fine.

What?
Our credit report came in bad?

It's him, isn't it?

All right, listen,
my credit is just fine, okay?

I carry a platinum card.

All right, how many detectives
you know carry platinum?

Not many.

So there's nothing wrong,
is there?

[chuckles]
No, everything is fine.

- It is?
- Your loan has met
final approval.

Oh. Right.

So, um, then why did you--
did you call us down here?

[Inger chuckles] It's our policy

to give good news face to face.

Here at Hinks Bank
we like to put

a happy human face
on everything we do.

[all laughing]

Don't you try to do
the same in your jobs?

- We're detectives, Inger.
- I know.

- Homicide detectives.
- I know.

We never have any good news

to give anybody
face to face, ever.

Never?

Well, hardly ever,
unless, you know, like,

a wife is happy to hear their
husband got shot to death, but--

Well, that's not never.

- She has a point.
- Mm.

[Howard] I'm thinking Tom Marans
is our prime suspect.

Hey, Kay, how old
do you think that place is?

18th century?

I don't know
about that kind of thing.

Yeah, when the kids get back,
maybe I'll buy one of these.

The change would be good,
you know?

We need that right now.

The schools are probably
pretty good around here.

Beth's mom say
when they're coming back?

Soon. Probably a day or two.

New house, new neighborhood.

- Yeah.
- Beau, it--

Will you take another look in
Crosetti's file for me, please?

The part about possible abuse.

All right, okay, uh.

Based on the ME report,
Crosetti thought Erica Chilton

might have been
a battered woman.

You know, some scars,
some old bone fractures.

Uh, 310 Montgomery, right there.

- [Tom] Yes.
- You Tom Marans?

Uh-huh. What can I do for you?

We're from Homicide.

I'm Detective Howard,
this is Detective Felton.

- It's about time you showed up.
- What do you mean?

I've been leaving
messages for weeks

and no one bothers
to return my phone calls.

Where are those other two guys?

Mr. Marans, the detective
that was heading up
the investigation

of the death of your girlfriend,
he passed away.

Really?
The bald guy with the mustache?

- Yeah.
- That's rough. I'm sorry.

He was great to me.

So, you like
collecting things, huh?

Uh, yeah.

Erica and I used to go to
auctions together, estate sales.

- She refinished
the table by herself.
- Cool.

Yeah, it took her
four months, a lot of mess.

I would never have
had the patience, you know?

You, uh, still keep in touch
with Erica's daughter,
Mr. Marans?

Sure, we were together
for three years,
that's half her life.

Uh, she doesn't even see
her own dad.

[Howard]
You know where her dad is?

No. Erica lost track of him.
I have no idea.

Okay.

Why was it you were
trying to get in touch

with Detective Crosetti?

[Tom] Uh...

I found these letters
when I finally got around

to packing up Erica's stuff.

She never mentioned this guy.
They're pretty benign,

but he was clearly
in love with her.

Yeah, well, we'll look into it.

We would've been married by now.

[melancholy music playing]

So, what do you think?
He's great, right?

- Well, he's sweet,
but I'm not interested in--
- Mommy.

- Let's get shrimp.
- No, honey, you're interrupting.

I'm sorry, but can we?
I love shrimp!

Oh, I know you love shrimp.
All right, hang on.

Okay, here's $10.

Go ask the man
for half a pound, okay?

[Caroline] Okay. Thank you.

Okay, so.

Why? What's the problem?

I don't know.

- But I know he's not for me.
- Uh-huh. What a coward!

You're just afraid
to fall in love again.

Mommy, do I like the jumbo kind?

Yeah, honey, jumbo's fine.

These are nice
for this time of year.

Amanda. You know, um...

Al-- Al's a wonderful man.

Hey, you are the one
that always has to be in love.

- I'm better on my own, remember?
- Oh, yeah, sure you are.

[scoffs] Listen,
I'm not closing any doors,

but if it's meant to be,
I'll fall in love again, or not.

Either way, I'm happy.

Hmm.

I'm not so sure
if that's a healthy attitude
or a fatalistic one.

- [Amanda chuckles]
- [Caroline, singsong]
Shrimp, shrimp, shrimp!

[suspenseful music playing]

Beau, pick up line three.

Felton.

Zach?

You okay?

Ssh!
Why-- why are you crying, honey?

No, not at all, I'm gonna
see you real soon, pal.

Yeah! Hello?

Beth? Hey.

What-- what are...

Your-- your mom said
that you were coming home.

You-- you can't just
change your mind, Beth!

Damn it, Beth! Beth?

Beth?

[suspenseful music playing]

[Lewis] We are now incorporated.

Wow! We got a corporate account!

Did I just feel
my sphincter move?

I wish Felicia could see me now.

I wish Gwen and Nancy and Maria,
and every woman in Baltimore

would step up to the plate.

- This'll brush them back,
don't you think?
- Absolutely!

They think
they can dig in and swing
for the bleachers on me?

- [Lewis chuckling]
- They'll be looking at John
Munch with new eyes now, hey?

- [Lewis] New eyes!
- Bobby!

- Hey, hey!
- [all] Hey!

- Big day, huh?
- What do you say,
what do you say?

Did you get
all the banking settled?

Absolutely. Squared away.

- Let's get on
with the festivities.
- Okay, Meldrick.

Hand over the check
for the down payment

made out to Hinks Bank.

[all laughing]

Here is your check
for the full purchase amount.

Here's your check
paying off my mortgage.

Here's your check
for the real-estate commission.

Here are the keys
to the kingdom!

- [all cheering]
- Voilà!

- Contemplez!
- [Lewis] Hey.

That's it! We're done! Huh?

Wait, you need to write
a check for $2,000.

- Huh?
- What is that? Is that your fee?

No, no, no,
it's for Dram Shop insurance.

That's not covered
in the contract?

No.

Do we have $2,000?

Well, yeah. Uh, yeah.

Yeah, you can give us some
kind of discount, though, right?

There are no discounts,
Meldrick.
This is a standard fee.

"Hinks Life
and Accident Insurance."

How about that? Okay.

If I can write one,
I can write two, huh?

[Munch] Take your time.

[Lewis mumbles] Hinks Life...

I'm on to new business, Felton.

You said to drop
the investigation, I dropped it.

And now I'm telling you
to get on it again, okay?

But I got no leads.

My wife's been missing
a month now.

How could you
still have no leads?

Missing Persons is
different from Homicide, Felton.

Cases move slower down there.

The only thing
moving slowly around here,

Roger, is your fat butt!

You keep talking like that,
my friend,

and your case file goes
to the bottom of the bin.

With you in charge,
it really doesn't matter now,
does it, Roger?

I might as well keep
looking for my kids by myself.

Look, be my guest!

Better yet,
why don't you hire yourself
a good private investigator?

I can give you a list
of names, if you want.

All right.

Thanks, Roger.

[Howard]
No, I thank you for your time.

Very good. No, I got the number.

All right, thank you.
Yeah. Bye-bye.

Uh, it's nice of you to show up.

I was gonna send out
a search party.

Sorry. So, we placing calls to
the Chilton family today, right?

I'm almost done.

You know those old injuries we
thought were some kind of abuse?

Erica's mother said
she got trampled by a horse
when she was 14.

Spent five months on her back.

Nobody else knows anything.
Hey, Beau...

how about tonight
you try something
a little different, huh?

- Sleep in pajamas.
- [Felton sighs]

What's our next move?

Let's take a peek
at those letters.

Find out who this guy is,
where he comes from.

I know it's probably nothing,
but it's all I've got.

The letters.

Hey, Beau...

Just give me a minute, okay?

What did you do with them?

I threw them right here
in my pocket.

You checked your pocket
four times.
You take 'em home with you?

I don't know.

You got bombed again
last night, didn't you?

- No, I didn't!
- I thought that was
finally over.

No, I-- I did not
get bombed last night.

[scoffs] You're disgusting!

I can smell it from over here!

[Felton] Hey, Kay.

I got a call from Beth
last night, okay? It was--

Beau, I have to close
this case, you understand?

Yeah, Kay, I understand.
I'm sorry.

I'll retrace my steps,
I'll track the letters down.

We don't even know if they're
gonna add up to anything--

That is not the point.

You have a responsibility
to this job, to me,

and right now
you're a liability.

So why don't you
just take off, huh?

Go have yourself another drink.

[*]

I gave you the letters!

The guy's name
is right on there!

What are you
asking me his name for?

[Felton] Look, uh...

Detective Howard,
she has the letters right now

and she's not reachable.

We, uh-- we were just hoping
maybe you could help us out.

You know,
I wanna get a head start, uh.

You think maybe you could recall
Erica's old boyfriend's name?

Alex something, I think.
I don't know.

Look, it's not like
I wanted to keep reading them

over and over again, hmm?

Right. Listen, I-- I'm sorry.

You don't have
to worry about it, it's, uh--

She's probably waiting
at the office for me right now.

I won't bother you again.

[suspenseful music playing]

Oh, Kay.

- Hmm.
- This frigging process
takes forever.

Yeah, it's always too light,
too dark, isn't it?

Mmm.

- You gonna be long?
- Probably.

Contractor with a conscience
signed a bunch of cons

up on a work-release
program last year.

They gutted
and restored a building

right across the street
from Chilton's place.

I'm hoping one
of the neighbors remembers

seeing one of them
talking to her, or something.

Hmm.

What the hell
is that supposed to mean?

I-- I thought you had something.

From the boyfriend?
A diary or...

Yeah, some letters.
I don't have them now, okay?

It's a long shot,
but it's better than nothing.

Uh, well, Kay, you think
maybe I could just, uh...

jump in there real quick?

- Oh, yeah, sure.
- I got a-- I got a fresh one.

- Oh, you go right ahead.
- Okay.

Thanks. Great.

- Hey, Megan!
- Hey, Al!

Listen, thanks for inviting me
to lunch yesterday.

Oh, I'm glad you could join us.

I'd like to give Amanda a call,
repay my debt and take her out.

- Oh, really?
- Why not, right?

- What?
- Al, um...

Uh, walk with me, Al.

She's been hurt
a couple of times.

Haven't we all?

Well, sure, but...

Amanda's twice divorced. She--

She won't go to the next step

if it--
if it doesn't feel right.

Typical.

You know, I--

I should have seen this coming.

Wh-- what?
Al, it's not personal.

It's-- it's chemistry,
or something.

Yeah, maybe it's--
maybe it's, uh,

not chemistry,
maybe it's biology.

Maybe I'm too Black.

What?
Oh, come on, you're not serious?

[Giardello] Yes, I am.

Women like Amanda
never go for a guy like me.

Wait a minute,
what are you talking about,

"Women like Amanda,
guys like you"?

Men whose skin's
a little darker...

whose lips are a little fatter.

This is not a new thing.

So, you're saying that
Amanda won't go out with you

because you're--
you're Blacker than she is?

Yes, I am.

Black women...

like Amanda feel like

a man like me
will bring them down.

That we're no good...

that we're unclean.

Oh, Al...

I've known Amanda
for a long time.

She has been fighting
for equal rights

since she was 16.

She can't listen
to a Polish joke

without going off
on ethnic stereotyping!

I--

I can't tell you...

how many times
this has happened to me.

I once had
a Black woman that told me...

"I could never love you

because your nose

is too wide."

Still, I--

I think you're making
an unfair assumption,

you know, a generalization.

See, now you're being guilty
of exactly the same thing

that you say Amanda
is guilty of.

I don't expect you
to understand,

being a woman...

and white.

I don't expect you
to understand.

[*]

What? You waiting on a suspect?

- [Howard] No.
- Then what's all this?

Uh, photos and case files
of felons working...

[Howard exclaims]

...across the street
from Chilton's place.

Carpenters,
bricklayers, loafers.

Yeah, well,
patience is virtuous, huh?

Sometimes it's harder than work.

Oh, I'll find something, eventually.

Yeah. [scoffs]

Look, uh,

I know you think you're
a better cop than Crosetti...

but he did
what he could on this case.

I know that, Mel.

This isn't about Steve,
and his skill or ability,

it's about me, understand?

Sure.

But you could sit on
a shot tower spitting nickels

and you still
wouldn't have a hope in hell
of solving this one.

No, I will.

It's frustrating, I know.

Crosetti and I spent
three months on this murder

and he knew
we were spinning out wheels

after the first four weeks,
it's just one of them cases.

Yeah, well, I've never
had one of those cases, hmm?

Yeah, I know you haven't, Kay,

until now.

[Howard sighs]

All right, four, five...

[office din]

[Lewis] Hey, Gee.

You got a minute?

Listen, am I gonna be getting
a new partner any time soon?

I know working solo
might be Pembleton's style
if he got the choice,

but I like to work
with somebody, you know?

Somebody I can bounce
ideas off and so forth.

I'm a collaborator
at heart, Gee.

And I know that, um, I ain't
never gonna replace Crosetti,

but I just think
it's time for me to move on.

Well, call Captain...

Granger,
call Colonel Barnfather.

You know what, better still,
call the Deputy Commissioner.

I've been trying
to reach him for two weeks.

Now, maybe if you
made the telephone call,
somebody might listen to you

and get all misty-eyed
and finally make a move.

Get this thing out of my way!

[tense music playing]

[door slamming]

[objects clattering]

Okay, now you see what I mean?

He's been schizo
for a few days, right?

First he's depressed when
he has to give out
Crosetti's open cases,

but then he comes
back from lunch,
he's practically floating.

Well, today he's furious.

Man, talk about
your mood swings!

Maybe it's hormonal.

I don't know what it is,
but I know that Gee

is doing the loop-de-loop.

I don't think it's healthy.
I think maybe it's dangerous.

- So what are we supposed to do?
- I don't know.

Something.

No, Big Man, don't go there.
Don't do it.

Do you need anything?
I'm starving.

I'm busy.

Come on,
I'll take you to Jimmy's,

get some navy beans,
warm your innards.

No, thanks,
I'm skipping meals for a while.

Something you wanted, Stan?

No, no.

Well, go and close
the door for me, would you?

[*]

We are the Three Musketeers!

- Oh, yeah? Who am I?
- [Lewis] Name them, Munch.

Okay, you got Darlene,
Annette, and Cubby.

- [Lewis laughing]
- Just kidding!

You want Musketeers,
not Mouseketeers.

So you have Aramis,

Athos, Porthos, and D'Artagnan.

That's four, not three.

So you can count better
than Alexandre Dumas.

That's why I'm in business
with you and not him.

You're taking how long
with that cash register?

I don't know,
I'm pushing all these buttons.

Nothing's coming up.

I thought you were
computer literate.

I am, with computers,

not with dinosaurs like this.

How do I know cash registers?

[Lewis]
There's gotta be some kinda

operating manual around here.

- Hey, fellas!
- [Bayliss] Hey.
How do you open this?

You got me. I never used it.

[Bayliss]
Yeah, how did you handle money?

From here to here!

Excuse me! Excuse me!

What are you guys doing
with our beer?

- This ain't your beer.
- Of course it is!

You know, I have had it about
up to here with this, okay?

This morning, we kicked down
an additional nine grand
for so-called "incidentals,"

and you and these mooks ain't
taking the beer nowhere.

We gotta. It's a state law.

State law! State law!

I'll talk to you
about state law!

We know state law.
Chapter and verse!

- Chapter and verse.
- That's right!

The state code
forbids transfer of liquor

from one owner to the next.

Since when?

Since the days
when the Baltimore Catechism
first came out.

Look, I'm out
of the booze business.

I'm only trying to
keep you guys in compliance.

The County Sheriff's boys
are gonna come by

to make sure the liquor is gone.

Now, you wanna give us a hand?

Start clearing the liquor
off the back of the bar.

[Bayliss sighing]

Well, I guess our grand opening
ain't gonna be so grand, huh?

[knocking on door]

You wouldn't have lunch with me.
How about dinner?

I'm not hungry.

I insist.

I've already eaten.

I still insist.

[door shuts close]

- Kay, hi!
- Hey, Lieutenant.

- Oh, what a mess, huh?
- Mmm.

Big bus crash, in addition
to the usual homicide crowd.

Piling up the bodies
all the way down the hall.

Well, good luck finding yours.

No, Gee gave me
one of Crosetti's old cases, uh.

I was trying to put it down
as wrongful death,

respiratory failure
due to the suffocation.

I have my doubts so I'm gonna
see if Scheiner will...

back me up on exhuming the body.

Huh.

What do you think
you're gonna find out?

Well,
maybe she ingested something,

made it look
like asphyxiation, huh?

- It's happened before.
- Uh-huh.

Something
that wouldn't have shown up

from the standard
toxicological tests?

Yeah, maybe. The missing link.

I just have to find it,
that's all.

Everyone keeps saying
this case is unsolvable but--

Which is exactly
why you need to be the one
to put it down, right?

- Yeah, you've got it.
- [Russert chuckling]

We have a higher standard
to maintain, right?

They still don't know
we're just as good as they are,
better sometimes.

You wanna be thought
of as a great woman detective?

Hell yeah!
You were the first woman
shift commander in Baltimore.

Don't you wanna be
thought of as the best?

No.

No, not any more.

Making the comparison
only compounds

what shouldn't be
an issue to begin with.

Well, uh, look at it like this.

Uh, would you rather be...

the sole female hotshot
detective in Homicide,

or, uh...
one of a team of hotshots?

I am part of the team,
Lieutenant...

and I'm a good detective, hmm?

Yeah? Isn't that enough?

Good night. Good luck.

You too.

[mellow music playing]

[song lyrics playing]

We reach a certain age
when we realize

we know less about life
than we did when we were 17.

Women get smarter.

When I was 17, I remember...

I believed in life.

I trusted life.

I believed there were
answers to questions.

I had...

hope.

[Bolander] A woman
can affect a man totally.

How a woman feels about a man,

that's how he's gonna
feel about himself.

His friends, his job, his...

Right now I wanna tell you...

I hate myself.

I don't have
any friends to speak of.

All I have is this job.

And it disgusts me.

You like collard greens
and cornbread?

[chuckles] Not particularly.

That's because
you never tasted my wife's.

That's all it would take,
no matter how bad a day it was.

You know? She had that touch.

I remember
how she used to touch me,

you know,
so gently on the cheek...

And when she was dying...

I remember how she touched me.

She said...

"Remember...

how much I love you."

I'll never forget that.

[Bolander] Well, it's hard to
meet single women on this job.

You know? [scoffs]

You meet plenty of widows, sure,

but the timing just
don't seem right. [chuckles]

I don't wanna be alone any more.

I find myself folding in.

I think this is
what Crosetti found out,

and I refused
to recognize it in him

because I wouldn't
see it in myself.

I understand.

[sighs] I understand completely.

[knocking on door]

- Hello, Beau.
- Hey.

You think we could
we talk for a while?

Oh, uh--

I-- I don't-- I don't know
if that's such a good idea.

Um...

Do you wanna go home?

I was just on my way home.

I thought I'd stop by,
see how you were doing.

Please.

I spoke to my son last night.

You found them? They're okay?

I don't know.
Beth said she was coming back
and then she changed her mind.

Zach sounded afraid, confused...

and then she took
the phone from him

before he could tell me
where they are.

Oh...

Oh, you--
you don't need to hear this.

- I'm sorry, Megan.
- No, no, no, it's all right.

[chuckles] Really. I--

If someone tried to take
Caroline away from me, I--

I can't even imagine
what I would do.

I'm-- I'm falling apart.

It's like this big hole's
opened up underneath me

and-- and I can't stop myself
from falling.

Eh, I'm a big boy,
I'll land on my feet, right?

Beau, you know when Mike died,
I almost died.

I-- I felt--

I felt so angry.

Y-- you still are, I think.

- Maybe.
- Well...

Then it'll get easier.

How?

My family's what
I've worked for all my life.

My house isn't full
unless all of us are there...

unless I'm there.

[melancholy music playing]

You're a good man, Beau.

Megan...

I-- I need to stay here
with you tonight.

Oh, I-- I don't know.
I don't know if that's--

No, I-- Just-- just here.

Quietly.

[*]

I miss my children.

- [Felton sobbing]
- All right.

All right, you just-- you just
rest here for a while, okay?

I'm scared, Megan.

I know.

I know. I know.

All right.

- Kay, I've been thinking.
- Mmm. Yeah?

What if the father
of Chilton's child came into
town and murdered her?

Maybe he thinks
this is the only way
he can get his daughter back?

Oh, that's very good thinking,
Stan.

I checked it out,
and the guy's been in Alaska

for the past two years,
but I appreciate that.

You know something?
I know a good detective
never gives up...

but a good detective may,

when the time is right,
move along.

Could I please get a uniform
to escort Mr. Hessler in there
down to Holding?

He confessed to
the murder of Niels Richmar.

- All right!
- Yay.

Congratulations, Frank.

- I was lucky.
- Yeah, right.

All right.

[phone ringing]

- I'll get it.
- No, it's okay, I got it, Frank.

Howard, Homicide.

[suspenseful music playing]

All right, hold on a moment...

[somber music playing]

[Howard speaking softly]

[song lyrics playing]

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