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[reporter] Tell me how you felt
when you first came upon

the actual scene
of the shootings.

Um, you know, I was shocked.

You know,
three guys and one woman

who worked closely with

and to see them--

the blood that came out
of their bodies, lying,

you know,
see that on the ground.

They're not there,

so you're just left

with the blood
and the shells, and--

[reporter] That's all you saw,
the blood and the shells?

Yeah.

[machines beeping]

I'm sorry it took me
so long to get here, Stan.

I had to camp out
for a whole day

in that damn Chicago Airport.

I got snowed in.

Chicago has two seasons,
winter and St. Patrick's Day.

[Margie chuckling]

It's nice of you
to come, Margie.

I know how you hate to fly.

Gotta hand it to you, big man,
you got a loyal ex-wife.

It's more
than I can say for myself,

and I got two of 'em.

[Bolander] So you didn't
get shot, huh?

I hate to disappoint you,
but no, I didn't.

All those bullets flying around,
and you don't get hit.

Must've been born
with a horseshoe up your butt.

[sighing] I feel so tired.

It's like
I'm having a-- [mumbles]

[Bolander snoring]

Stan's right. I hate flying.

- I need a Manhattan.
- [machines beeping]

Bolander, can you hear me?

[Munch] He's just
taking a snooze.

What's the matter?

What's wrong?

Eyes unresponsive to light.

- His ICP?
- [nurse] 22.

- The hell's ICP mean?
- What's the--

Let's get him to OR.

[Munch] What's going on here?

We were just talking
to him a few minutes ago.

He said he was a little tired.

What the hell's going on here?

He just felt--
We were just talking to him.

Can somebody tell me
what's happening here?

[theme music playing]

[music fades]

[Giardello sighs] Captain,
I need to talk with you.

- [Barnfather] Sounds urgent.
- [Giardello] It is.

[Barnfather] Sounds official.
What's the problem?

Three of my detectives are down,
you're pulling the pin.

Nobody's pulling the pin, now.

Three of my detectives,
my friends,

are in the hospital,
in intensive care,

and the shooter, whoever it is,
is walking the street.

My unit needs to pursue this.

Al, I don't have to justify
a decision.

We're gonna work this out
of other crimes.

I can't stand up
in front of my people and say,

"Some other unit's taking over.

Detective [indistinct]
will keep you posted."

And how exactly would you prefer
to have me handle it?

Cut me some more slack.

We spent two days wasting
our time chasing the wrong guy.

Give me more time.

Let Pembleton stay
as the primary.

We'll get the shooter.

All right, tell you what,
we'll compromise.

Homicide leads on your shift.

Use whatever personnel you want.

But Megan Russert's watch
is back on regular duty.

Thank you.

48 hours, Lieutenant.

Either you have
the shooter in custody,

or it's out of your hands.

[reporter] How do you feel
about arresting the wrong man

in the shooting
of your fellow officers?

I feel terrible.

Mistakes were made,

which we will labor
vigorously to correct.

Okay, so we got 48 hours

before they take
this case away from us.

What do we know?

We know that the shooter
was in the building.

Was he a tenant?
Was he visiting a friend,
a relative, what?

Lewis, did you get a hold
of the landlord?

- Mr., uh, what's his name?
- Lebkowitz.

Yeah, I told him to meet us over
at the same fall address.

I told him to bring everything
he's got,

names, addresses, social
security numbers, all of that.

Okay, we're gonna re-interview
all the tenants

about the night of the shooting.

Did we overlook any information?

Are we missing any clues

because we were focused
on Holton?

I just got off the phone
with Munch at the hospital.

Stan's gone in
for another operation.

Can you move your head
to the left for me?

- [Felton groaning]
- Any pain?

Good guess.

Now turn your head to the right.

That's gonna be rough
for a while.

Raise your right arm
over your head.

[Felton sighing]

You know, the only reason
I'm putting up with this

is so I can get
out of here sooner.

Lower your right arm.
Raise your left.

[groans]
That's as far as it'll go.

Try to raise it a little more.

Okay.

All right, lean forward, please.

Three o'clock in the morning,

and these student nurses
come in here

to check on my legs.

They pull the covers back.
I'm naked as a jay bird.

[doctor chuckles] Nothing
they haven't seen before.

Wanna bet?

You this way on the job?

What way is that?

A bitching pain in the ass.

No, I'm an extraordinary
bitching pain in the ass.

Lay back and try to relax.

Mm, Doc, what's on your mind?

[Felton groaning]

[reporter] Have you had
the opportunity to speak

with any of the officers
who were shot?

Uh, yes, I'm happy to say
that I was able to speak

with Detective Beau Felton
and Detective Kay Howard.

We're still-- we're still
waiting for Stanley Bolander

to regain consciousness.

[reporter]
What did the others say?

Well, their main concern

was with their fellow officers
and detectives at the scene.

[reporter] Have any of them
expressed any reservations

about being police officers

in light
of what's happened to them?

Well, let me just say this.

I work with a very dedicated
group of men and women,

yet I wouldn't be surprised

if some of them
were apprehensive.

I feel real good.

I feel good that any [bleep]

can go around a corner store,

buy himself
a semi-automatic weapon,

and go out and start blasting.

You know what else
I feel good about?

I feel good about you people,
you media mother [bleep],

gotta take the [bleep], put it
on the evening news, okay?

Your ratings gonna be good.

You vultures
ought to be ashamed,

you [bleep] asshole.

Okay.

I ran all the tenants
through the computer.

Three of them come up dirty.

There's a parolee, did a bit
for income tax evasion in 204.

And you remember that dancer?
The one with the nice butt?

- 109?
- Yeah.

Two counts of prostitution.
Another black eye for showbiz.

But the one I really want
to go to prom with

is this one, Gordon Pratt.

He's got a previous arrest

for illegal possession
of an automatic handgun, Gee.

He paid a $500 fine,

and then they took
his toy away from him.

[Bayliss] All right, in '91,

he was arrested
for assault with intent.

It was some
sort of a bar argument.

He got supervised probation
out of that.

And he has
an outstanding warrant

for assault just this last year.

Pratt lives in apartment 201.

201, that's the wrong door.

So he sees our squad coming,
he grabs a gun,

he goes out his door,
up the landing, and he waited.

They went to 201 by mistake,
and he opened fire.

But it's not just that they went
to any wrong apartment.

It's the fact
that they knocked on his door.

Wait a minute,
he shoots three cops

over assault
and an outstanding warrant?

Doesn't make sense.

Maybe he's the kind of guy
that doesn't want to make sense.

Okay, time to find this Pratt.

[dramatic music playing]

Nobody's home?

Boy, he had a grandstand seat
to the coffee shop.

He could see our guys
coming across the street.

Look at this. Plato's Republic?

- [Bayliss] Marx and Engels.
- The Iliad.

- Mein Kampf.
- And Sophocles.

Our boy got a postcard
with a return address

of Libertytown, Maryland,

signed "Mom and Dad."

Check these out. Guns and Ammo.

American Handgunner?

[Walker] So, Mr. Pratt
is one of these gun freaks.

- Mr. Lebkowitz.
- [Lebkowitz] Yeah?

Is this Gordon Pratt?

- Yeah, that's him.
- Look at that.

[Drummond] Why is this guy
posing like Lee Harvey Oswald?

Well, maybe we're dealing
with a serious case of wannabe.

Okay, okay, we got it in here.

Mitch, Tim,
you guys wanna go pay a visit

to Mom and Dad in Libertytown?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

I gotta go to the head first.

Give me the address.

[Drummond] Can we stop
at the next gas station?

[Bayliss] We got lots of gas.

[Drummond] No,
I have to use the john.

You just used it
ten minutes ago.

Yeah, I know.
I have to go again, okay?

[Bayliss]
You're kidding me, right?

[Drummond]
No, I'm not kidding you.

You got a bad bladder
or something?

[Drummond] I don't think so.

Can you just stop
at the next gas station?

[Bayliss] Gas stations are all
closed and gone out of business.

Pretty symptomatic of
what's going on in this country.

Pull over, will you?
Here, pull over right here.

[somber music playing]

What time is it?

There's no clock in here.

You don't wear a watch?

I have an internal clock

which manages
to get me just about everywhere.

- [Margie chuckling]
- Late.

Hundreds of people down there,

all trying
to sort out their day.

Maybe one of them down there,

maybe she's planning
to leave her husband tonight.

[nurse] Mrs. Bolander,

your husband
is coming out of OR now.

[Margie] What happened?

His intracranial
pressure increased.

But we cleared it all out,
and he'll be just fine.

- [Margie] For how long?
- [doctor] We'll wait and see.

I guess it's safe to say

Stan won't be doing
any cartwheels tonight.

[chuckling] Knowing Stan,
I wouldn't rule that out.

Maybe you have BPH.

- What?
- Benign prostatic hypertrophy.

- What the hell is that?
- My uncle Toby had BPH.

Swelled his prostate up
to size of the Goodyear Blimp.

Yeah, he had to get up
dozens of times in the night,

just to go to the bathroom.

Listen, I drank
too much coffee this morning.

- You see me drinking coffee?
- It can be fixed, you know.

I don't need anything fixed.

My uncle Toby told me
about this procedure,

it's called
a transurethral resection.

Involves removing
the central core of the bladder,

you know,
it's like coring out an apple.

Nobody's gonna core my apple.

Well, Mitch, simply said,

you're at that age
when men have prostate problems.

You're my prostate problem.

[Bayliss] There is this one
minor, possible complication.

[Drummond] Oh? Which is?

[Bayliss] Impotence.

[dramatic music playing]

[doorbell ringing]

Baltimore City Police,
this is a search and seizure.

- Is Gordon Pratt here?
- No, he isn't.

Walt, these gentlemen
are detectives from Baltimore.

- They're asking about Gordon.
- Well, what's it about?

[Mrs. Pratt]
Gordon isn't here, Detective.

Do you have any idea
where your grandson is?

- [Mr. Pratt]
I ain't got no grandson.
- He's our only son.

We had him late in life.

We just want
to ask him some questions.

It's possible
he was a witness in a shooting.

When was the last time
you saw your son, Mrs. Pratt?

It was three years ago
at Christmas.

- Two.
- Three.

Yeah? Well, maybe so.
It seems like two.

[Bayliss] Have you talked
to him recently?

[Mrs. Pratt] I tried
to call him this week.

But the operator said
the phone was disconnected.

- You called him long distance?
- It was his birthday, Walt.

I wanted to wish him
a happy birthday.

Well, no Gordon.

[reporter] How do you feel now?

Well, I'm, um...

I just hope we catch this guy.

[dramatic music playing]

[gun clicking]

[reporter] Does an incident
like this affect your ability

to perform your duties
as a police officer?

Well, you know,
we're professionals.

That's what we're paid to do.

- Was Gordon ever in trouble?
- [Mrs. Pratt] No.

- Never?
- Never.

He was arrested twice.

Once for assault

and once for possession
of an automatic weapon.

- Gordon was? When?
- Not my son.

Why, he was always
respectful of the law.

He wouldn't hurt anyone.

So, he never told you
he was ever arrested?

[Mr. Pratt] Never. And he would.

One thing my son and I share

is a forthrightness
between ourselves.

- He's never been in any trouble.
- [Mr. Pratt] No.

He was gonna
join you fellas once.

Wanted to be a cop?

He had one of the highest marks
on the police exam.

Eight, nine years ago,
wasn't it?

And he was set
to enter the Academy,

and he woke up one morning,

and he came down
to the breakfast table,

and he said to me,
"I don't want to be a cop."

He said, "I don't think I could
take orders from anyone."

Can you give us
a list of Gordon's friends?

I don't know
his friends anymore.

Not since he moved to the city.

Oh, I'd say he's comfortable
in his own company.

The world has disappointed him.

[Bayliss]
If he's not in his apartment,

where might we
be able to find him?

I'm telling you, gentlemen,
my son wouldn't hurt a flea.

[machines beeping]

- Kay?
- Hey, Lieutenant.

How's it going?

Well, pretty good.

They've taken you off
the critical list.

[Howard] Hmm.

[Russert] The doctors say
you're gonna be just fine.

- Good as new, huh?
- Good as new.

How good was that?

Look, Lieutenant, you really
didn't have to come by, huh?

I appreciate the professional
courtesy, though.

Well...

I just thought...

if there's anything
I could get you.

Anything you need?

No, thanks.

Okay.

Uh...

[sighing]
There's an oyster shell

in my top drawer
back in the squad room.

Found it when I was a kid.

Had a little pearl in it.

Lost the pearl, of course,
but still got that shell.

It's my lucky shell, huh?

Yeah.

[reporter]
Supposing you do apprehend

the person who is responsible,

can he be expected
to be treated fairly

by the Baltimore City
Police Department?

Absolutely.

[reporter] How do you know that?

I'm responsible.

This is it.
The Arundel Cement Company.

- Help you?
- Yes. We're police officers.

I'm Detective Pembleton.
This is Detective Walker.

We're looking for one
of your employees, Gordon Pratt.

Yeah, me too.

He hasn't been here
since last Friday.

Well, do you know
where we can locate him?

Well, let me think.

- I'm not sure, actually.
- He didn't call in sick?

No. No, he didn't.

What'd you want him for?

We need to ask him
some questions.

Well, maybe I can provide
some answers for you.

Would you like to have a seat?

[Pembleton snapping fingers]

- Do you have any idea
where Gordon Pratt might be?
- Not a clue.

Do you mind if we talk
to some of your other employees?

- No, I don't mind at all.
- Okay, thank you.

Listen,
if you need anything else,

I'd be happy to be of service.

Any time, any place.

Just let me know.

So, you got along
with this guy, Gordon Pratt?

We both understood
where each other stands.

Even though he said
that Blacks and whites

could never live together?

Is he wrong?

My father's been through
the days of sit-ins, protests.

I got my high school degree.

Look at me now.
Where did it get me?

My father told me
since integration,

things have gotten worse.

I believe him.

If we had gone our own way,
instead of wanting to mix,

we'd be a hell
of a lot better off.

At least Gordon is straight up
about what he thinks.

This about
them cops getting shot?

- Mm-hm.
- [man] Pratt might be involved?

We'd just like
to ask him some questions.

Well, if I wanted to find him,

I'd be checking
every massage joint in town.

Keeps bragging about some place

called The Tomcat Club,
or something.

There's a few other joint
down by the harbor.

He's a man that likes
to reach out and be touched.

- If he asks who ratted him out.
- Mm-hmm?

Tell him it was me. [chuckling]
It'll drive him crazy.

- You and him don't get along?
- He's a Yankees fan.

I mean, he lives here
in Baltimore, right?

- Mm-hmm?
- He's a damn Yankees fan.

He said something about
Saturday being his birthday.

- Maybe he's still partying.
- And where would he go to party?

Not any place I would go.
The guy's un aburrido, man.

- What?
- He's boring as hell.

Is this the most
recent photo of Mr. Pratt?

Yeah, three years ago
at Christmas.

Yeah, this is the original
his parents gave us.

Looks can change
radically in three years.

How does this photo compare

with the one recovered
from his apartment?

Well, that one
was taken in 1989.

- All right, get copies
and hand them out to everybody.
- Mm-hmm.

The physical description,
is it accurate?

- 5' 8", 140 pounds?
- Roughly.

Does he still have
brown hair, brown eyes?

Does he wear glasses?

He isn't wearing eyeglasses
in either of the photos.

- So you just assume
that he doesn't?
- [Walker] We just figured.

It would have taken
no more than two seconds
to inquire about that.

Well, I thought--

No, don't figure,
think or assume.

Ask.

Is our Mr. Pratt armed?

I would say yes.

That's a given [indistinct].

It's a given
that nothing is a given.

- [Munch] Stan's okay.
- All right, great.

The second operation
was a success.

He's off the ventilator.

They've sedated him
so he could rest,

and I know one thing about me.

I gotta get back to work.

I'm beginning to smell
like Lysol and blood.

- It's Pratt.
- Are you still riding alone?

- [Lewis] More or less.
- [Munch]
I wanna ride with Meldrick.

- [Giardello] You got him.
- [Munch] Okay. Let's go.

- [speaking other language]
- What am I, your puppy?

[speaking other language]
Let's go.

[Giardello] You heard the man.

[upbeat music playing]

Say it like we practiced.

I saw you
in that fight last night.

- [Pratt] Where?
- At the bar.

- [Pratt] More specific.
- The Tomcat Club.

You beat that guy to death.
Turned me on.

- Made me hot for you.
- Yeah?

Made me wanna make you.

Made me wanna please you.

Do things I've never done.

- Like what?
- Like everything.

[sighs] Damn it,
you gotta be more specific.

Let's try it again
from the beginning.

[Pembleton] Do not move
or I will shoot.

That's better.

[dramatic music playing]

[reporter] How do you feel
about your brother officers
being shot?

Well, it can happen

in this business,
in the line of duty,

and of course
we all feel very badly about it.

Just like a relative
or the family.

Hey. Hey, you.

What are you doing
all dressed up and everything?

- Where are you going?
- I got released.

Going home?

Isn't that a little quick?

Well, the docs figure
I can do just as well at home,

as I could in here,
so they said I could go.

I just gotta come back here
three times a week

for rehab on my shoulder.

But other than that,
I feel all right.

Wish I was going with you.

I mean,

wish I was going home, too.

What did the docs say?

Was shot twice
in the heart, Beau.

It's gonna take some time.

You gotta be kidding.
I didn't think
anything could dent your heart.

Quit with
the ice-maiden jokes, huh?

Listen, Kay.

The next time
we go to make an arrest,

I'm going through
the door first, understand?

- [Howard] Beau--
- No.

I've been rolling it
back in my mind,

and I'm convinced
that if I'd gone in first,

this wouldn't have happened.

I was the primary, huh?

I know that,
but I'm a better shot.

Are you a better shot?

Since when
are you a better shot?

I'm a better shot.
Pooky said so.

This is Pooky.
Lewis gave me Pooky.

And I think
that Pooky should stay here

with you for a little while.

Hey, nice to meet you.
[chuckles]

Well, I guess I should be going.

Can you stay
a little while, Beau?

Sure, Kay.
I'll stay as long as you want.

[dramatic music playing]

[Pratt] When do
the rubber hoses come out?

I know all your tricks.

Do you, now?

Always been intrigued by the way
you cops take a telephone book,

and hold it
on the side of someone's head,

then you whack
the phone book with a hammer.

[handcuffs clicking]

Sit down.

Someone's irritable here.

[groans]

[Pembleton] Place
your right hand on the table.

May I call you "Detectives?"

Or should I call you,
what, "Detective, sir?"

I have to advise you
of your rights.

- You have the right to--
- [Pratt] I know my rights.

They were written for me
on September 25th, 1789.

And I suppose
your ancestors were around

to watch that signing, too.

Well, I know for sure
yours weren't there.

Pembleton.

You know, I have nothing against

having African-Americans
on the police force.

- Did you recover any weapons?
- No, no gun.

It was one of those
low-rent massage joints.

I firmly believe
that policing should be done

under a home rules provision.

We swept the whole room.
The whole place. Nothing.

- We need the gun.
- Okay.

Since most crimes
are committed by Blacks,

you should be the ones
who investigate them.

[door shuts closed]

So, what's the game plan, fella?

Did he give you the scheme
on how to break me down?

You're being charged
with the attempted murder

of three police officers,
Mr. Pratt.

Mr.?

Do you understand these charges?

Separate nations
divided by a common tongue.

You can have
an attorney present.

What for?

Why waste
the good taxpayers' money?
I didn't shoot anyone.

[Walker] Would you be willing
to submit to a polygraph test?

- Maybe.
- Yes or no?

The results are inadmissible
in any Maryland courtroom.

Well, perhaps
you'd be willing to take one

just to humor me.

I'm not humoring you now?

[Lewis] So you like
to read about guns, huh?

I like to read, period.

Just read about guns, huh?

I go through phases.

One month it's cars,
the next guns.

So why haven't you been back
to your apartment

for the last four days?

You know,
I'm reading the newspapers.

I listen to the radio.
I hear about these cops.

And I tell you, I'm scared.

Three cops shot in my building?

How safe is it for me,
the ordinary citizen?

What kind of ordinary citizen

has an outstanding warrant
for assault?

The kind of citizen who believes

in his constitutional right
to bear arms,

the kind of citizen
who dies in two world wars

so people like you
can walk around free.

[Bayliss] What do you mean,
people like us? Cops?

Like three police officers
you tried to kill?

[reporter] You were there
when this incident occurred.

- What was it like?
- A nightmare.

- [reporter] Were you scared?
- There wasn't time.

- [reporter] How do you feel now?
- Sad and angry.

- [reporter] Any stress?
- Life is stress by definition.

[machines beeping]

I, uh-- I brought your shell.

[Howard] Thanks, Lieutenant.

[chuckles]

That's my partner.

Good night.

[reporter]
So who do cops go to talk to

when they feel stress?

When something
like this happens?

Reporters.

You don't like me very much,
do you, Gordon?

I don't dislike you.

Well, tell me
about all of those books

that we found in your room.

The Iliad. Homer, right?

Plato's Republic.
The Communist Manifesto.

Aristotle's Poetics.

That's not Playboy,
or Mad Magazine.

- Are you a genius, Mr. Pratt?
- No.

I think you are.

Everyone's entitled
to an opinion.

At the very least, you're smart.

Smarter than most.

Now, why the hell
do you get caught

in some sleazy-ass
massage parlor?

That knocks me for a loop.
Help me out here.

I don't get the connection.

A man has to indulge
in the Dionysian

to understand
higher metaphysics.

Oh, the Dionysian.

Right.

You know, I like
those Jim Thompson novels.

The Getaway is my favorite.

I'm not familiar with his work.

Oh, he writes
about how these ordinary folks

of less-than-average
intelligence get all screwed up

when the involve themselves
in a complicated scheme.

Which is what you've done,
Mr. Pratt.

You never read The Getaway?

Wasn't The Getaway
made into a movie?

Twice. The one
with Steve McQueen is a classic.

Well, I don't remember
a remake of The Getaway.

Wasn't worth remembering.

How about After Dark, My Sweet?

It's a great read.
There's a lot going on there.

- You need all
that slam-bang action stuff.
- Do I?

Well, Blacks are
less intelligent, on average.

And more impulsive.

They have a different
temperament than white people.

It's a matter
of scientific research

that Blacks have
a lower IQ than whites.

That's crap again.

Anything to make
a loser like him feel superior.

[Giardello chuckles]

If Hitler had been accepted
into art school,

who knows
what would have happened?

Probably would have painted
the camps in pastels.

Not every Black,
of course, but on average.

On average.

It's not your fault.
You're not to blame.

It's part environmental,
part genetic.

It's genetic? Genetic?

Blacks have slightly smaller
brains than white people.

- All white people?
- In general.

- But there are exceptions?
- There are always exceptions,

but they only go
to prove the rule.

You...

you're an Ivy League man,
aren't you?

- Huh?
- [Pratt scoffing]

Harvard?

- Yale?
- I didn't need college.

Hmm.

So you just picked
all this stuff up on your own?

The truth is the truth.
You know it when you hear it.

And the only time
you hear the truth

is when you're the one talking.

[Pembleton]
Truth is the truth, well--

Let him talk
and talk all he wants.

The more he talks, the deeper
he steps into the crap.

[knocking on door]

- We have smaller brains.
- [Lewis] I know that.

Yeah, precisely.
It's scientific.

Smaller brains, bigger penises.
Ain't that the way it goes?

It is a fact
that Blacks are more
strongly sexually motivated.

Orientals are at the other end
of the continuum.

Whites fall
somewhere in between.

Why'd you shoot
those three detectives?

I didn't shoot
the three detectives.

What, are you too smart
to shoot 'em,

or are you too smart
to get caught?

Neither.
I couldn't fool you guys.

You're right. You couldn't.

So, I understand

that you're a Yankees fan.

I can't be a Yankees fan?
I root for 'em, too.

- Is that right?
- [Pembleton] Mm-hmm.

But he was born
and raised in New York City.

He grew up with the Yankees.

Oh, you mean, why don't I root
for the home team?

[Pembleton] Makes me wonder.

I root for the original Orioles.

[Pembleton] Now, how's that?

Two different cities,
or do I not know my geography?

You don't know your history.
You're ignorant.

The original Os became what
is now the New York Yankees.

Look it up.

1901, John McGraw fielded

the first Orioles team
in Baltimore.

He moved them to New York,

renamed them
the Yankees in 1902.

Any idiot would know that.

So you see,
I am cheering for the Os

when I root for the Yankees.

Like I said, you're ignorant.

You're ignorant.

He who loses control, loses.

What have you been doing,

telling everybody
about my problem?

I didn't tell anyone
about your bladder, Mitch.

Hey, Frank?

Got the facts
on Pratt's high school records.

[both laughing]

Bring this in with you
in a couple of minutes, okay?

Got it.

[Pembleton chuckling]

Mr. Pratt's just told me
a very funny old joke,

about how Negroes only remember
two days out of the year.

Oh, right, their birthdays

and the day
the new Cadillacs come out.

[Lewis and Pembleton laughing]

- [Pembleton] Pretty good joke.
- [Lewis] Very funny.

It's a classic. Not old joke.

A classic always contains
an element of truth.

[Pembleton] Your copy
of Plato's Republic.

[Pratt] Yeah,
go easy on the cover.

It's falling off.

[Pembleton]
You know, I'm curious.

What was Plato's point
in the Republic?

Point?

It's an entire thesis.

What was the main point
of his thesis?

He makes a lot of points.

[Pembleton]
Give me one of his main points.

[sighing] How
the regular guy, the individual,

gets screwed by society.

How he's beaten down,
and how he should rebel

against any form of government
which restricts his freedom.

[Pembleton] Show me. Exactly.

[Pratt] It's not spelled out
in a single sentence.

You have
to study the whole book.

- You're an angry guy,
aren't you, Gord?
- No.

This "regular guy"
who gets screwed by society.

That's not Plato.
That's you, isn't it?

Hmm? No friends, no girlfriend.

All, all alone.

Plato prescribes solitude,

but he understands everyone
has a need every so often.

Oh, yeah, sure, sure,

but you have to pay
for your needs, don't you?

That isn't fair, is it?

You're forced to pay
for physical intimacy?

And that disgusts you,
doesn't it?

A genius like you

working in a cement factory

forced to pay
some 20-dollar-an-hour hoe

to get kinky with you

just so you can feel
some emotion.

I don't need sex.

Yes, but you need to feel.
Don't you? Feel important.

Feel that someone appreciates
how smart you are.

What exactly
do you have in your life?

Two rooms and your books.

That's more than I need.

It's more than I want. It's...

more than I would ask for.

You gotta have been expecting
big, big things,

a genius such as yourself,
didn't you?

You must be
so disappointed right now.

I accept my limitations.

But why would there be
any limitations on you?

Because the system
screwed me over.

- Oh, no.
- Yeah,
because of affirmative action.

Because of all these rights
for women, and the cripples,

and anyone
who's weak and helpless.

If you're white,

if you're strong
or if you're smart.

Oh, there's no one
beating the drums for you, huh?

A white government
has let itself get co-opted

by all these minorities.

Oh, so that's why
you shot the three detectives.

Because he was mad
at the government.

- The white government.
- Oh, right, right. Right.

It couldn't have been because
you had an outstanding warrant,

and you got scared,

because you knew
if we found you,

we're gonna lock you up?

I have every reason
not to shoot cops.

And what might those reasons be?

Because I believe
in an orderly society.

And you guys fight
to keep it that way.

And I respect that.

I need to get some air.

Yeah, Mr. Sensitive over there,
something I said?

No, no, no, no.
I wouldn't worry about it.

[sighs]
I had to get out of there, Gee.

One more of his wise-ass cracks,

and I was gonna
put him through a wall.

Look at him, smiling.

He's scared.

Which makes him dangerous.

[Bayliss] Frank, I have this fax

of Mr. Pratt's
high school records.

That's Morgan High
in 1978, but...

Now, was there another
Gordon Pratt in your class?

You flunked math?
You never got a diploma.

Yeah, this is funny.
You never even graduated.

- I had nothing left to learn.
- [Pembleton] What's this?

Ooh, it's Greek to me.

It is.
It's in the original Greek.

- Is that right?
- Yeah.

- Read me something out of this.
- [Pratt chuckles]

You wouldn't
understand it, anyway.

No, just a small passage.

I've never heard the lovely,
original Greek spoken before.

- [Pratt sighs]
- I'd like to hear it.

[Pratt] Hmm. Okay.

Hmm?

You can't, can you?

Would you like me to translate?

[sighs] Roughly, he's talking
about how the individual

is corrupted by his company.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Let me show you
what the Jesuits taught me.

"What I say is right or just,

means nothing
but what is of interest

to the stronger party."

[Pembleton laughing]

[Pembleton singing]

You know, I've had
about enough of you, nigger.

You shot those cops,
didn't you, Gordon?

- [Pembleton laughing]
- No.

If I had been the shooter,
I would have nailed them all.

[bot laughing]

You want to make me
feel small, right?

You want to ridicule me,
so I lose it, so I confess.

Well, let me tell you
how it's gonna go.

Charge me with the shooting,
right now,
and I'll go enter a plea,

and you know
there isn't a judge in town

who's gonna let you hold me
on your interpretations,

and whatever stray suspicions
you might have.

Well, we'll hold you on that
outstanding warrant for assault.

Oh, and I'll just plead out
on that one, too.

Because all that was, was words.

Just like you and me
are having right now.

Me and some idiot,

in a bar,
having words about politics.

You must be very popular
with your opinions, Gordo.

I don't have to be popular
if I'm right.

You know, Gordon, if you're
such an expert on the Yankees,

how come you didn't know that
McGraw moved the Os to New York

in 1903, not '02?

[Bayliss and Pembleton laughing]

[Pratt] Get me a lawyer,
and we'll see who gets
the last laugh, all right?

Get me a lawyer, all right?

Get me a lawyer right now.

I want a lawyer.

I have my rights.

[Giardello] His rights?

Come on, get me a lawyer.

The son of a bitch.

[dramatic music playing]

Bye-bye.

Son of a bitch. Son of a bitch.

- Son of a bitch.
- That son of a bitch is dead.

My partner lies
in intensive care,

and that rotten, smirking,
smart-ass piece of detritus

is gonna walk out of here

like he's going
to some big day on the beach.

- Of course he's dead.
- So what?

This is my fault, John?

[Munch] Well, who was in the box
with my Mr. Esteemed, Mr. Pratt?

Okay, I was
in the box there too, Munch.

Well, I wouldn't brag
about it, Meldrick.

Hey, look, we took our swings.
So why don't you lighten up?

- Well, maybe you didn't swing
hard enough.
- Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

So this is what we want, huh?

You wanna spit,
bitch and moan at each other?

Until what? For what?

Cheers, right?
We should celebrate our defeat.

Bury our dead. Eat our wounded.

- [Giardello] Exactly.
- What?

Hey, is that
some kind of joke about Stan?

Why are you constantly
bustin' my balls, huh?

Hey, wait a minute.
What is this,
some kind of a stand-up routine?

Do it in your own time.

I want Mr. Pratt
under surveillance.

I wanna know where, when,
what, how,

and who he sleeps with,
talks to,

and when he goes
to the bathroom.

I want you guys
over him every minute.

No, every second.

Well, I know
the son of a bitch did it.

He knows he did it.

His momma knows he did it,
and what are we doing?

We're standing around
with our hands in our pants,
playing pocket pool.

You got too cute, Frank.

- Excuse me?
- [Munch] You heard me.

You got cocky,

and you let
your feelings get in the way.

So maybe if you could have
come up with the gun, John.

You know, a little piece
of solid evidence.

- That would've
been helpful, John.
- I come up with the gun?

[Pembleton] Yeah, yeah,
that would've been cute.

I've been at the hospital,
you know.

Oh, you've been
at the hospital, I forgot.

Daily reports from Dr. Kildare.

You know, for as little as you
got accomplished around here,

maybe you could've
taken some time

and visited the hospital,

or can't you be bothered?

[Lewis] Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hey. Hey. Come on.

- Come on, man.
- You know, you got
a mouth on you, John.

- You talk too much, John.
- Yeah, no, no, no.

We're all talking, man.
We're all talking.

That's all it is,
is talk, all right?

Yeah, well...

so, what are we gonna do
about the surveillance of Pratt?

I'm outta here.
You know, I hate this job,
I hate this place.

You know, I'm thrilled
with each and every one of you.

[Bayliss] Come on, Frank.
We gotta figure out
this deal with Pratt.

Decide it on your own.
I might screw it up, okay?

- Gonna see how Stan's doing.
- Oh, great.

I'm sorry, man. I'm sorry.

[Lewis chuckling]

[machines beeping]

- What the hell's goin' on?
- Stanley. [chuckles]

You're okay, big man.
You're okay.

Your noggin started to swell up,

so the docs felt
they should take you in

and pump some of the gas out.

- I went in for an operation?
- Yeah.

They didn't find anything.
You're a medical miracle.

There's nothing
between your ears.

The docs feel they've discovered
the cerebral black hole.

Time magazine cover boy,
you're gonna be.

I'm in the hospital?

Well, this ain't
the Baha Beach Club.

I'm in a hospital.

I've been shot in the head.

Jesus, Mary, Joseph.

- [Munch] And Margie.
- Margie?

Margie, you're estranged?

You were talking to her before.

She got hungry, so I told her
to get something to eat.

I recommended pastrami.

My ex-wife is here?

And you're here?

Existentially speaking,
who can say?

Can I ask you one last question?

Sure, big man.

Who the hell are you?

[laughs] Oh, [indistinct].

- Tim.
- Huh? Oh.

What are you doing back here?

What am I doing back here?

- Yeah.
- Hmm.

See, I think the question is,

is, "Why would I
even leave here?"

That's the question.
You know why?

Because I love it here.

I love it here so much,
and unlike Frank, I love my job.

So I think I'm just
gonna stay here forever.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Well, that's too bad,

'cause you look like
you could use a little sleep.

Oh, well, I've been, you know,

getting a couple of beers
across the street.

- No.
- That's-- Yeah, yeah.

That's the good thing
about owning your own bar.

You can get a beer
at any time you want.

Even at eight o'clock
in the morning, so.

Huh.

- That's something, isn't it?
- Yeah.

- Okay, I gotta go.
- Okay.

It's been a pleasure, Tim.

- Rest up.
- [Naomi] Bayliss.

- Hmm?
- [Naomi] Line one.

Oh, no, no, no, you see,
I worked the night shift.

This is the day shift.

So you get someone else
to take the call, okay?

- They asked for you.
- They asked for me?

Yeah, they asked
for Pembleton or Bayliss,

so pick it up, will you?

[indistinct].

I love it here.
I just love it here.

I love it here.

Criminology,
that's my specialty.

Tim Bayliss, Homicide.

Mr. Lebkowitz?

[dramatic music playing]

Really?

Yeah, I'll-- yeah,
I'll be right there.

Called the cops three times.

Ah, you dialed 911?

Yes, yes and yes.

Each time, the operator
told me someone was on the way.

[Bayliss sighing]

And no beat car showed up, huh?

[Lebkowitz]
No, that's why I called

one of you homicide guys.

Oh, that's
Gordon Pratt [indistinct].

Okay, I tell you what.

I want you to call
that emergency number again.

And tell them
that a Detective Bayliss

needs assistance, okay?

[Lebkowitz] How come a cop
doesn't come the first time?

Uh, I don't know.

[reporter]
We have an unconfirmed report

that the man suspected
of shooting

three Baltimore City Police
officers earlier this week,

Gordon Pratt has been found dead

in the lobby
of his Mount Vernon apartment.

Pratt was apparently
shot in the head at close range,

as he was returning home,

and this time, police sources
report they have no suspects.

[reporter]
Detective Bayliss, is it true

Gordon Pratt
was your primary suspect

in the shooting
of the three detectives?

Uh, yes.

[reporter]
Pratt had only been released

- from police custody
for two hours?
- Yes.

- [reporter] Do you have any idea
who killed Pratt?
- Nope.

- No suspects? No motive?
- No.

Detective Bayliss,
is there any suspicion

of police involvement
in Pratt's death?

No comment.

So you are investigating
that possibility?

- Bayliss.
- [male reporter]
One more question for you.

Don't come in here.

[theme music playing]