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I'm here at Maryland
State Penitentiary,

where convicted murderer
Michael Bigelow

is to be executed
by lethal injection

at midnight tonight.

Bigelow will be
the second execution

in the state of Maryland
in 34 years.

Bigelow was convicted
of first degree murder

and given
the death penalty in 1979.

Although the murder weapon
was never recovered

and Bigelow has steadfastly
maintained his innocence
for 16 years,

all appeals to overturn
his conviction have been denied.

I'm looking for
Detective Bolander.

- He's not in right now.
- [Maria] Bigelow's attorneys
have taken his case

- to every level of
the Maryland court system...
- I'm Detective Munch.

- Can I help you?
- [Maria] ...as well as
the Supreme Court

- in a failed effort to
obtain a stay of execution.
- No, that's okay.

- [Munch] He should be back soon.
- [Maria] A last-minute plea
to the Governor was also denied,

and with all avenues
of appeal exhausted,

Bigelow's execution
will be carried out

as scheduled
at midnight tonight.

[inquisitive music playing]

Can I help you?

I'm looking for
the man in charge.

That's me.

[Maria] With seven hours to go
before Bigelow is executed,

scores of death penalty
protesters

have gathered outside
the penitentiary.

We'll be here
keeping you up to date

as the countdown
to the execution continues.

- Where's Bolander?
- [Munch] Captain Russert.

Some woman just took
Barnfather hostage.

- Really?
- [Russert] Yeah. She's armed.

QRT and hostage negotiations
are on their way.

- Find Bolander. Now.
- Call Jimmy's.
I'll call his apartment.

[dramatic music playing]

[theme music playing]

[music fades]

[reporter] About an hour ago,
a young woman

walked into Baltimore City
Police Headquarters

and held a gun
to newly appointed
Colonel George Barnfather.

[suspenseful music playing]

Okay.
Get ready to kill the lights.

Now.

[Giardello] You saw the gun?

She just comes in,

pulls out the gun,

and yells at me to take
this message out to all of you.

"Stop the execution,"
she tells me.

She asked for me?

Her name is Lee Bigelow.

She says you put her father
on death row

for the murder of Pete Larsen.

Bigelow's due to be executed
tonight at midnight.

His last appeal has been denied.

Al, this is
the hostage negotiation team.

No negotiation.

- No negotiation.
- What?

She says if anyone
tries to talk to her,

she'll kill Barnfather
and herself.

Al, I say we try to talk to her.

I say we can't take the chance.

She wants Stan to reopen
the investigation of her father.

She claims he's innocent.

Yeah, what else
was she gonna say?

I'm the primary on a case,

but I'm not the judge,
I'm not the jury.

I mean, how many
years ago was this anyway?

- 16 years.
- [Bolander] 16 years.

That doesn't change
the circumstances.

This guy Bigelow,
the woman's father,

he smashed Larsen's head in.

She says her mother
died five years ago

from a broken heart.

She says that
you murdered her mother.

Now, this is not the kind
of person to negotiate with.

I believe her when she says
she's got nothing to lose.

If that was my dad
on death row with, what,

less than six hours to live
and I thought he was innocent,

I'd take out a lot more
than just me and the Colonel.

Stan, take Beau and Kay and
reopen the Larsen murder case.

[suspenseful music playing]

To die like that in the bathtub,

stark-naked...

Martha would be so embarrassed.

Is this how you found the body?

I put that robe over her.

I felt it was
the least I could do.

No sign of a struggle,
no bruising.

Probably natural causes.

Does he have to be
poking at her like that?

I'm not poking, I'm examining.

- You done here, Detective?
- Yes.

Come on.

We'll go talk about this
downstairs, all right?

We'll go downstairs.

[police radio chatter]

No sign of forced entry.

How did you come upon
the body, Mrs. Hynde?

I came over to bring Martha
some lemon bars I baked.

So, was Mrs. O'Donnell
expecting you?

I called her
and told her I was coming over.

She said she'd make
a pot of coffee,

that it'd just be us girls.

Sam was at the poker game.

There was no answer
when I rang the bell,

so I got worried.

Sam?
That would be Mr. O'Donnell?

Sam doesn't know.

He must still be
at his card game.

Where does Mr. O'Donnell
play poker?

At the Veterans' Lodge
over on McElderry Street.

[Sam] Come on, fellas. Ante up.

Hey, a pair of tens.
Best cards all night.

Richard, a bullet for you.

Hank, a deuce and a trey.

Jim. Uh, nothing.

And...

[chuckling]

Excuse me. Mr. O'Donnell?

- Sam O'Donnell?
- Yeah. Yeah, that's me.

What can I do for you?

I hope this isn't
gonna take long,

'cause these guys
are about to be fleeced.

[Bayliss] I'm Detective Bayliss

and this here
is Detective Pembleton.

- [Pembleton] Hello.
- Hi.

What's this all about?

- [Bayliss] It's about your wife.
- Oh, what about her?

Sir, I'm sorry to
have to tell you this, but...

your wife is dead.

What are you talking about?

I just saw her.

I just kissed her goodbye
when I left for the poker game.

She was fine.

[Bayliss]
She was found in the bathtub.

We're not gonna know
the exact cause of death

until the autopsy.

In the bathtub?
How could she die in a bathtub?

- She loved to take baths.
- [Pembleton] I'm sorry.

You know, some older people,
they slip in the shower,

they break their hip and...

But in a tub you're safe.

You're sitting down.

Nothing can happen to you.

[police radio chatter]

[man] I don't want anybody here.

Stay away.
There's nothing here to see.

Keep moving,
please, keep moving.

[Lewis] Hey.

Lookie, lookie.

Can I get a bag here, please?

What do you say, Dr. D?

Well, the angle
of the gunshot wound,

this definitely
could be a suicide.

We'll check the hands
for powder residue.

We'll know for sure.

Got a witness for you,
Detective.

[Lewis] You got
a witness or a suspect?

You see what went on here, sir?

- It depends.
- [Lewis] It depends on what?

It depends on whether
or not I keep these shoes.

You steal his shoes?

They were a gift from Mr. Zwick.

- You know him?
- We introduced ourselves.

He's Jeffrey Zwick.

And what did you
and Mr. Zwick talk about?

He told me
I could keep these shoes.

Then he takes out this gun
and shoots himself in the head.

- In front of you he did this?
- Yeah.

I asked him
if he wanted me to leave,

I thought maybe
he wanted privacy.

And what did he say?

He said
he didn't mind the company.

Can I keep the shoes?

Yeah, keep the shoes.

There must be a record of it.

Michael Bigelow. B-I--

This computer
isn't showing anything.

How can there not be
a record of this case?

Wait, wait, wait.
Cross-reference it
with Stan's name here.

All his cases should be on file.

It was 16 years ago.

Okay,
punch in Thames Street Park.

Maybe it'll be there
with the location.

I mean, how the hell can you
not have a record of this thing?

There it is.
"Bolander, Thames Street Park.

Victim: Larsen, Peter.
Bigelow, Michael convicted.

Case disposed.
Bigelow, death sentence."

I've got to have
records of witness statements,

medical examiner reports, addresses.

- Nothing here.
- [computer beeps]

There has to be
a record somewhere.

- [computer beeps]
- That's all there is.

[Felton] They store
old case folders

in a warehouse on East Biddle.

Let's check it out.

[reporter] An hour ago,
a young woman

walked into Baltimore City
Police Headquarters

and held a gun
to newly appointed
Colonel George Barnfather.

The woman is demanding that
her father, Michael Bigelow...

- I need a minute, Al.
- Okay.

[reporter] ...scheduled to die
by lethal injection

at Maryland State
Penitentiary tonight,

be granted a stay of execution.

We'll be standing by
to update you on the details

of this hostage situation.

From Channel 8 News,
I'm Richard Gilroy.

You, uh...

you cut me off at the knees, Al.

What?

The hostage negotiation team
was set.

I was following procedure.

Well, following procedure might
have gotten the Colonel shot.

He still might get shot.

Well, I disagreed
with your call,

but I had no intention
of embarrassing you.

Well, intention or not,
that's what you did.

[sighs] Don't undermine me
in front of the squad, okay, Al?

Whether you like it or not,
I'm your boss.

[Munch]
I never knew this place existed.

It's like the graveyard
for Homicide paperwork.

These are all the murder case
records of Baltimore.

They go back 75 years.

[Felton]
Where the hell do we start?

[suspenseful music playing]

[Bayliss] Let's see,
there's no sign of forced entry,

there's no robbery,
there's no trauma to the body.

She was 75 years old.

This is probably not a homicide.

Maybe no, maybe yes.

What was she doing taking a bath

when she knew
she had company coming?

A lot of people take baths
before company comes over.

Why don't we just wait
for the autopsy results?

So, you feel bad
for the husband?

I don't know,
they were married for 50 years.

I can't even begin to imagine

what it's like
to be married for 50 years.

My wife and I
could have 50 years.

We would both be 82.

I don't know
if I wanna live to be 82.

My mother's grandparents
were married for 64 years.

- No kidding.
- Yeah.

And my great-grandfather
is lying on his deathbed

and his last words
to my great-grandmother were,

"I'm sorry I married you."

What did she say?

"So am I."

[Scheiner] Autopsy's done.

Cause of death
was asphyxia by drowning.

What, she drowned
in two feet of water?

There's the presence
of white lathery foam

in her mouth and windpipe,

and water in her lungs.

Yeah, but why did she drown?

Did she have a heart attack,
did she have a stroke?

Did she get hit on the head
and knock herself unconscious?

No, she was healthy as a horse.
No sign of heart defect.

All major arteries were clear.

What about evidence
of foul play?

Bruising, scratches,
skin under her fingernails?

Nothing. And nothing.

Yeah, but that doesn't mean

that there wasn't
foul play, all right?

I mean, she could've
been held under the water

by a towel, pillows,
something like that?

Or she could've fallen asleep.
Did she drink anything?

Stomach contents show
no presence of alcohol.

So are we gonna call this
a homicide or not?

What do you say, Dr. Scheiner?

I can't call it
one way or the other

until the toxicology
report comes back.

Okay, well, listen,
in the meantime,

I'm gonna make
another visit to Mr. O'Donnell.

Frank, you coming?

[Pembleton] Ah, Meldrick,
what brings you here?

Business or pleasure?

With Dr. D,
business is always a pleasure.

What am I, chopped liver?

[Lewis] That's exactly
what you are, Scheiner.

Chopped liver.

So what's up, Doc?

Well, the angle
of this gunshot wound

indicates it was self-inflicted.

The way the hand gripped the gun
is consistent with that.

GSR test on the left hand
shows gunpowder residue.

- He fired the gun.
- He fired the gun.

- It's a suicide.
- [Dyer] Definitely a suicide.

Now the question is, Mr. Zwick,

why the hell did you do it?

Better go tell the wife.

How do you know he had a wife?

- They all have wives.
- Huh.

Another reason to stay single.

I wonder what Barnfather's
thinking right now.

Probably wishing he had
a clean pair of underwear.

Barnfather's a cool one.

I bet he isn't bothered at all.

Kay, the man
has a gun to his head.

You'd have to be made
out of stone not to be bothered.

- I rest my case.
- [Felton laughs]

You know, it's a good thing
this didn't happen to Granger,

because his heart
would have exploded by now.

[Howard scoffing]

Would've saved us
a lot of trouble.

- No leverage
with a dead hostage.
- [Howard chuckling]

- [Bolander] Here we go.
- You got it? [laughs]

[Bolander] Yeah,
I got it, I got it.

It's Peter Larsen,

Michael Bigelow, 1979.

[Munch] Way to go, big man.

Mr. O'Donnell, what time
did you actually leave the house

this evening for the poker game?

Well,
we always have dinner at 4:00.

That was one of Martha's rules.

Excuse me, please.

And, uh--

So that would have us done
about five o'clock.

After dinner, Joe came over
and we walked to the Lodge.

- Joe?
- Yeah, Joe.

Joe Santo.
He was at that poker game.

So, you and Joe left
the house about 5:15, 5:30?

Well, more like 5:20.

Martha was--
Martha was washing the dishes.

She always liked
to get that done pretty fast

'cause she hates
having a mess around.

I tell you, I used to smoke,

but one ash in the tray
and she'd have it up washing it.

When you and Joe
left for the poker game,

Martha was at the sink
doing the dishes?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's right.

[Bayliss]
Did Joe come in to say hello?

No.
No, Joe stayed out on the porch.

- Martha didn't like Joe.
- Didn't like him? Why not?

[Sam] Well, he tried
to borrow money once.

And Martha always said,
you know,

"You lend money to a friend,

well, you lose the friend
and the money."

So, Joe never
actually saw Martha

before the two of you left?

No.

No, she was--

Oh, the telephone rang
and she went to answer it

and then Joe and I
left for the club.

[Bayliss]
And that was about 5:20 or so?

Yeah, yeah,
in and around there sometime.

Mr. O'Donnell,
was your wife on any medication?

No, no. No. No, she wasn't.

She never needed anything,
not even an aspirin.

[Bayliss]
So, no drugs of any kind?

[car horns honking]

I still think
that Martha O'Donnell's death
was a homicide.

[Pembleton] Why?

I don't know.

Joe Santo confirmed
O'Donnell's alibi.

He heard Martha answer the phone

before they went
to the poker game,

which means Martha was alive
when they left the house.

Yeah, but Joe Santo
also has a hearing aid

and he admitted to owing
Sam O'Donnell 400 bucks.

- That's reason to lie.
- Okay.

Say O'Donnell did kill his wife.

What was his motive? Not money.

They didn't have
an insurance policy,

they were barely subsisting
on social security.

Well, there's other motives
besides money.

Maybe it was a crime of passion.

- You know?
- [Pembleton laughing]

Maybe Sam O'Donnell
caught his wife having an affair
and killed her.

- Tim, they're 75 years old!
- What are you saying?

Are you saying that old people
can't have passion, Frank?

No, no, I'm not saying that.

No, but that's
what you're thinking.

Isn't it? Huh? Yeah.

Listen, all I'm saying is,
I'm 75, right?

I'm not gonna just, you know,
laze around in my easy chair,

toasting my toes by the fire.
No siree Bob.

Not unless there's
some cute 70-year-old

sitting right there
on my lap, you know?

Oh, you're gonna be
one of those dirty old men

riding around,
terrorizing the nursing home,
pinching their asses.

[Bayliss laughs]
That's right, man. Why not?

It's better than
sitting around complaining
about your gallstones all day.

[laughing] That's true.

Mrs. Zwick?

I'm Detective Lewis
from Homicide.

Come in.

Mrs. Zwick, I'm afraid
it's my duty to inform you

that your husband's death
has been ruled as suicide.

- I know.
- You know?

[paper rustling]

His suicide note.

I found it
in the dresser drawer.

It's also a confession.

A confession of murder.

[sighs] That's why
Jeffrey killed himself.

The guilt.

You live with a person
for 20 years

and it turns out
you never knew them at all,

never knew
what they were capable of

or how much they loved you.

Hey, big man.

What are you hollering about?

Wait till you get
a load of this.

I have here a signed confession
for the murder of Peter Larsen.

- [Bolander laughs]
- Did I say something funny?

Well, I can't wait to read this.

- Signed confession from who?
- Jeffrey Zwick.

- [Howard] The suicide?
- [Lewis] Yeah.

Yeah, he must've killed himself

'cause Bigelow's
gonna fry tonight.

"I apologize most of all
to my wife, Lisa,

for the actions
of a disparate man"?

- [Munch] "Desperate."
It's misspelled.
- [Bolander] Oh, yeah.

"I am responsible
for the death of Peter Larsen.

I beat him to death
with a golf club,

a number 3-wood."

Stan, is that true?

Well, it could be.
I mean, we didn't
find the murder weapon.

- But he was bludgeoned, Stan.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

A 3-wood?

I'm gonna kill somebody,
I'd use a driver.

"This happened
on February the 16th, 1979

in Thames Street Park.

I knew my guilt,
but I didn't have the courage
to come forward."

"Yours sincerely,
Jeffrey Alan Zwick."

But if Zwick killed Larsen,
you guys,

- that means the wrong guy's
been in prison for 16 years.
- [Lewis] Yeah, I know.

Big man,
when you ran the Larsen deal,
did the name Zwick ever come up?

No, I've never heard
of this guy before.

But he knows way too much.

- We gotta stop this execution.
- We need evidence.

- We need the murder weapon.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I gotta get back to the house
and find that golf club.

We've only got three hours.

- Who's coming? Are you coming?
- I'm coming.

[suspenseful music playing]

I bought Jeffrey
a set of golf clubs

right after we were married.

You still got the clubs?

I don't remember
getting rid of them.

We're looking for the wood,
the 3-wood.

[sighs] Detective Lewis,

the truth is
that Jeffrey hated golf.

I haven't any idea
where the clubs might be.

- We'll take a look anyway.
- Looks like my garage.

Even if we do find the club,
will it be enough
to overturn the conviction?

That's up to the judge.

- Here it is. [groans]
- Here, let me help you.

- Which one's a 3-wood?
- This one. Yeah.

Well, for a guy
who's not a regular golfer,
it sure is beat up.

Rush it over to the lab, get
a [indistinct] on blood residue.

Let's go, guys. We haven't
got a whole lot of time.

[suspenseful music playing]

[overlapping chatter]

Chief, we got the judge's order.

Judge Mahoney gave us
a stay of execution.

Lee Bigelow,
this is Detective Bolander.

I have a judge's order here

to stop the execution
of your father.

Miss Bigelow,
I think you should open
this door and see this paper.

[paper rustling]

"I don't believe you."

Miss Bigelow,
there's a TV in the office.

Turn it on to
the local news station.

[reporter] I'm here outside
the Maryland State Penitentiary

where Channel 8 News has been
covering the countdown to the...

You were right.
Your father's innocent.

[reporter] ...Michael Bigelow
was scheduled to be executed
at midnight tonight.

I'm going to slide the judge's
order underneath the door.

We can have you
on the phone with your father

just as soon
as you open the door.

Get the gun. Get the gun.

I got it. I got it.

[Lee] I won.

It took me 16 years and a .38,
but I won!

- [Lee sobbing]
- Come on.

[reporter]
If this information is correct,

Michael Bigelow
will not be executed.

We'll be standing by...

[groans] Easy.

[reporter]
...a remarkable story.

Wait a moment.
I've just been informed...

[Munch] Meldrick, can you
cover for me for five minutes?

I wanna go across the street
and check on our new bartender.

- Our new bartender?
- Yeah.

We don't need
a new bartender, Munch.

We need new customers,
we need new revenue.

That's true,
but a good bartender
can make or break a place.

You ever see Cocktail?

- You hired Tom Cruise?
- No.

This guy, he's Irish,

he's old-school,
he knows the ropes.

So you and Bayliss, you went
and hired a new bartender

without consulting me?

Well, no, I hired him.

Without consulting anybody?

Yes, Meldrick, you can trust me.

Uh-huh. I love you,
check's in the mail--

Stop. The guy will
be fine, believe me.

Well, if he'll be so fine,
why is it that you gotta
go check up on him?

- [Munch sighs]
- Huh.

Okay. Okay.

[exhales] This Lois Baker's
gonna meet us tomorrow morning

- so we can interview her.
- [Bayliss] Good.

What did you find out about
the other O'Donnell neighbors?

There's a guy named
Alexander Horton and he lives
two doors down from them.

He knows both of them, so we can
probably, what, interview him
after Baker tomorrow?

This guy sounds
very cranky, man.

- Yeah?
- Is he elderly?

- He's 69.
- Crankiness comes with age.

- The five senses die.
- Right.

- The plumbing goes bad.
- Yeah,
that'd make anybody pissy.

Well, I'd rather burn out
than fade away.

What about you?

- Burn out.
- Burn out.

[Munch] This is nice.
The place is empty.

Hey, McGonnigal, our customers
don't look too happy,

like they're not gonna
stick around or something.

- Yeah. Hey, don't do that.
- What?

- Don't touch the tap
to the beer and the glass.
- Why not?

It contaminates the tap
with wild yeast.

In 12 hours, every beer
coming out of that tap

will taste like moldy rye bread.

Well, if we had some customers,
maybe they'd complain about it.

Listen,
what we need is an event.

Event? What do you mean?

Like ladies' nights?

I was thinking
of something more original,

something bigger, more exotic.

Women aren't exotic enough?

How about we make our own beer?

Why would we wanna
make our own beer?

The largest growing segment
of beer-drinking population

is buying boutique beers
from little bars like this one.

Raspberry Chili Porter,
Black Shadow, Chinook Pale...

Okay, okay, okay.
I get the idea.

- ...Bluestone Blueberry.
- I understand.
I get the premise.

A little investment
in equipment.

- Excuse me? Investment?
- Couple of hundred.

I kinda like the dollar-a-beer
ladies' night idea better.

Okay.

We make our own brand of beer,
we sell it for a dollar a glass

and we get some women
in here for ladies' night.

We call our brew
Waterfront Gold Premium.

It better be one hell of a brew.

What's happening, big man?

I'm just going
over the Larsen folder.

I worked this case
into the ground.

Every fact.

Everything points to
Michael Bigelow as the killer.

Yeah, well, it happens.

Not to me, it don't.

This guy Larsen was a loner,
he was a drunk,

he had no family, no friends.

I didn't meet anybody
who even missed the guy.

So, what are you saying?
Zwick killed himself
for no reason?

No, I'm saying Zwick had to have
some reason to kill Larsen.

That's what I wanna know.
The reason.

Our job isn't to find reasons,

our job is to change names
from red to black on a board,

to put cases down,
and that's what you did.

A little late, true,
but that's what you did.

I interviewed
30 or 40 people about Larsen.

Jeffrey Zwick's name
never came up, not once.

- [Lewis sighs]
- There's got to be
a connection someplace.

This guy Zwick tortures himself
for 16 years over this murder

until he finally
turns a gun against himself?

Sixteen years is a long time

for a murder trail
to go cold, big man.

What are you gonna do?
Are you gonna dig up
all your old interviews?

The fact of the matter is,

everybody on your list
is probably either dead,
moved out of town,

or can't remember who
Peter Larsen is. Or was.

We'll move to the other side.

- The other side?
- Yeah. Tomorrow.

I start interviewing people
who knew Zwick.

If I can't connect
Larsen to Zwick,

I connect Zwick to Larsen.

I don't understand why
you do this to yourself, Stan.

- Why don't you just let it be?
- I arrested the wrong man.

Maybe it was 'cause I asked
the wrong questions.

So what I would like to do

is I'd like to learn
what are the right questions.

All right. I'm coming with you.

You know what?
I should do this alone.

No, hold on a second.

The Zwick thing,
this is my case, all right?

I got a stake in this, too.

Besides, I like kinda like
hanging out with you, big man.

You're like
a father figure to me.

- Father figure?
- Yeah, father figure.

If I ever hear you repeat that,
I'm gonna gut you.

Okay.

[bell tolling]

Oh, I never heard Sam and Martha
yelling or fighting

or anything like that,
if that's what you mean.

They were old, you know?

They had
an old people's marriage.

What's an old people's marriage?

You know,
they almost didn't seem to be

in the same room together
most of the time.

But he walked her to
the grocery store every few days

and carried her bags back.

I think they loved each other.

- Sam and Martha
hated each other.
- [Bayliss] Why?

Martha was not
what you call a friendly person.

What do you mean,
a friendly person?

- She was hard of hearing.
- She disapproved of me.

- She liked me.
- She thought I corrupted you.

- She blamed me for everything.
- And what about Sam?

She had him on a strict routine.
Lunch at noon.

[both] Dinner at 4:00.

He had to account
for every penny he spent.

He had to give her
all his receipts.

You kinda felt sorry
for the guy.

Well, they were together
for 50 years.

That has to count for something.

They stayed together
for 50 years.

That's what matters.

[Pembleton] So, you never knew
the O'Donnells to have problems?

I didn't say that, did I?

Well, then so
they did have problems?

It's not my place to gossip

about other people's
love affairs.

What-- what love affairs,
Mr. Horton?

It's Sam's business,
it's not my business.
I'm not one for idle gossip.

[Pembleton] Mr. Horton, are you
aware that we're conducting

an official
police investigation?

Oh, I suppose that makes
things different, then.

So, Mr. O'Donnell
did have an affair?

Isabella Kunkle.

Isabella Kunkle?

Some girl that Sam
used to be sweet on.

Not much of a girl anymore,
of course.

She called him one day
right out of the blue.

Isabella Kunkle called Sam?

But being that Sam
is married to Martha--

was married to Martha--
you'd think that would be
the end of things, huh?

But it wasn't the end of things?

Not by a long shot.

Isabella kept dropping by,

you know,
supposedly to see them both.

But she and Sam were
always exchanging glances.

Meaningful glances.

Here it is.
Waterfront Gold Premium.

[spitting]

Waterfront Gold Premium
Swamp Water is more like it.

- That bad?
- Worse.

Trust me, don't even try it.

- [gagging]
- See?

- Needs work.
- Needs work?

We already advertised, genius.
What are we gonna do now?

Until we perfect our recipe,

we can sell Heineken
for a dollar a glass

under our own
Waterfront Gold Premium label.

You know
that's gonna cost a fortune.

You're gonna bankrupt me.

Just think of it as a little
investment in your future.

[machine humming]

I don't think Jeffrey Zwick
had any kind of secrets.

I mean,
what you saw was what you got.

Did he have
any drinking or drug problems?

I'm talking 16 years ago,

this would be
late '70s, early '80s.

Reagan-era drinking problems?

I only saw him drunk once.

The only change in Jeffrey
with a few beers

was he could do that trick.

You know the one
where you make the nickel

flip across your knuckles?

I mean,
he'd loosen up enough for that.

Good pressman, too.

In all the years you knew him,

did he ever mention
a guy named Peter Larsen?

No.
Never heard of any Peter Larsen.

Did he ever drink too much
and get into fights?

Anything like that?

No, Jeffrey
wasn't much of a drinker.

When he did drink,
it was at The Old Elegant.

The Old Elegant?

Yeah, that bar over on Eastern.

Remember? I think it burnt down.

Peter Larsen used
to drink at The Old Elegant.

[music playing in bar]

[glass shattering]

Hey, hey, hey.
What are you doing?

The head of a draw of good beer

is a delicate thing.

Some of these glasses will
never have a good head again.

- Too greasy.
- Can't you wash them?

The glasses are fluid,
a very slowly-moving fluid

that marries with adhesive
substances such as fatty acids.

[glass shattering]

Does that sign in the window
still say "Ladies' Night"?

[McGonnigal] Big as life.

How come there's
no ladies in here?

Would you walk into a room
full of strange, drunken men?

I mean, if you were a woman?

You know, they don't seem to
mind that there's no women here.

No doubt
they're a little relieved,

but they're happy.

[Munch]
You're right, you're right.
I should lighten up.

Look, I got a bar here full of
happy, relaxed, even cordial men

who left their tragedies
and defeats at the door.

They're in here revivifying
and strengthening themselves

so they can go back
into the fray on the morrow.

Except now, here,
they're among brothers.

Well, those two guys don't
look too cordial or friendly.

[McGonnigal] If you handle
the atmosphere right,

you don't get bar fights.

All you have to do to stay--

Screw you.

[clattering]

Duck!

[glass shattering]

[all grunting in effort]

[upbeat pop music playing]

Mr. Malone?

Do you remember me?

Detective Bolander.

Sorry. Should I know you?

Sixteen years ago,

you were a bartender in a spot
called The Old Elegant.

You had a regular customer
named Peter Larsen.

I saw it on the news.

You got the wrong guy
for killing him.

- What do you want with me?
- I need to ask you
a few more questions.

I'm really busy.
I got a bar to take care of.

Yeah, yeah.
It's a nice bar, too.

You own it outright?

Yeah, lock, stock, and beer tap.

It's a real step up
from The Old Elegant, huh?

Listen, there wasn't anything
elegant about The Old Elegant
or its patrons, okay?

They were a bunch of
lousy drunks and lousy tippers.

It took me 15 years busting
my hump as a bartender

to earn enough money
to buy my own place.

What is that, a bread stick?

- It's a cheese twist.
- Expensive?

They run a little higher
than salted nuts,

but my customers love 'em.

A cheese twist, huh?

Mr. Malone, do you remember
this guy from The Old Elegant?

His name was Jeffrey Zwick?

He looks familiar.
I think he was in once or twice.

Yeah, well,
Mr. Zwick just confessed
to killing Peter Larsen.

- [Malone] No kidding?
- No kidding.

Can you think of any reason why
Zwick would have killed Larsen?

What difference
does it make now?

None, but I'd kinda like for you
to tell me anyway.

Listen, you don't make it
very big in the bar business

if you open your mouth,

repeat everything
people tell you.

You get
your customers' confidence

and they keep coming back.

You know what I mean?

Yeah, these two customers
we're talking about here,

they're both dead now.

I don't even think
Zwick and Larsen

were ever in the bar
at the same time.

So they didn't know each other.

- No, they knew each other.
- [Bolander] How?

Larsen slept with Zwick's wife.

Sixteen years ago, I questioned
you about Larsen's murder twice.

You knew that Larsen
was sleeping with Zwick's wife?

Why didn't you
tell me that before?

You didn't ask me.

- Hi. Isabella Kunkle?
- [Isabella chuckles]

You're welcome to come in,
but it won't do any good.

Excuse me?

I'm a Presbyterian,
born and raised.

I'm not going to convert
to the Jehovah's Witnesses.

Oh, no, no.
We're not Jehovah's Witnesses.

We're from
the police department.

Oh, I guess
you'd better come in.

- [Bayliss] Let me take these.
- Thank you.

- Hmm.
- Tim.

[Isabella] Before the war,

Sam and I lived around
the corner from each other.

[Pembleton]
This is in Baltimore?

[Isabella] In Highlandtown.

We grew up together.

Then in high school,
one day Sam kissed me.

[chuckling] And that was that.

You fell in love?

I really thought that we'd spend
the rest of our lives together.

Then the war broke out.

- Everything changed.
- [Pembleton] What changed?

Well, Sam enlisted.

He went overseas.

That was the last I saw of him.

When did you
get in contact with Sam?

After my husband died,
I looked Sam up.

I found out that he was
still living in Baltimore,

so I called him. [chuckles]

It was as if 50 years
had never gone by.

So, this is when you decided
to move back to Baltimore?

I'd lived in San Francisco
most of my life,

but it never felt like home.

Here I had Sam and Martha.

Real friends.

- You and Martha were friends?
- Mm-hmm.

I was sad to hear
about Martha's passing.

If truth be told, I--

I was always
a little sorry for Martha.

What do you mean?

She let herself get old.

And fussy. Strict about things.

But she had a good heart.

I know she loved Sam very much.

Mrs. Kunkle,
what were you doing last night?

I-- I was at a birthday party
at my niece's place.

When was the last time
you saw Sam?

Last week.

Sam takes me ballroom dancing
once a week. [chuckles]

Martha always refused to go.

We're going dancing tonight.

Sam said it would take
his mind off his grief.

Mrs. Kunkle--

[clears throat]

Were you having
an affair with Sam?

An affair?

Oh, goodness, no.

I care a great deal about Sam

and I'll be his friend
until the day one of us dies,

but I won't marry him.

I turned him down.

You turned him down?

You mean that Mr. O'Donnell
asked you to marry him?

Mm-hmm. This morning.

- [Pembleton sighing]
- Hmm.

You know, I should have fired
that know-it-all bartender.

Should have fired,
but you didn't.

Well, you know, I was all ready
to give the guy the boot,
and you know what he does?

He goes and quits on me.
He got a job at The Prime Rib.

- Talk about failing upwards.
- I thought you liked him?

He has a big mouth,
he thinks he knows everything,

and he never shut up.

Well, maybe next time,
just maybe,

you'll involve your partners
in the decision-making
in this business.

We're not gonna have
any business unless
we get some customers here.

Munch, ladies' night was a bust,

and I don't even wanna talk
about the beer-making fiasco.

Maybe it's time
to let your partners in

on the creative aspects
of this business.

Maybe it's time, Munch...

for cheese twists
instead of peanuts, huh?

Cheese twists? Are you
out of your mind, Meldrick?

What gimmicks haven't we tried?
Huh?

Rat fishing?
Wet T-shirt competitions?

Turtle races.
I've always enjoyed 'em.

Now give me a drink. Bourbon.

We're sinking here, Stan, you're
talking about turtle races?

Are you gonna pour me a drink

or do I have to wreck
this place again?

Are you sure
you can have a drink?

You've been out of the hospital
for less than a month.

- One Bourbon coming up.
- Make it a double.

[Lewis] Hey, hey, hey,
take it easy, now.

All right, all right.

[tapping on counter]

Let destiny
be your guide, big man.

[sighs] An innocent man
almost went to his death...

because I didn't ask
the right question.

[Lewis] There's a big difference
between "almost" and "he did,"
big man.

Hmm.

How many times have I not
asked the right question?

Isabella Kunkle's
alibi checks out.

There were 20
corroborating witnesses

at that birthday party, so.

You know, what if the name
of the first woman you ever
loved was Isabella Kunkle?

The first woman
that I ever loved

was named Deborah Dabner.

I used to say it to myself.
Deborah Dabner.

It sounded great to me.

Bernadette Marie
Alice Reinhardt.

What did you call her?

Bernadette Marie
Alice Reinhardt.

It was a mantra.
I said it over and over.

But I think that the first woman
that I ever really loved

was Miss Mancini.

She was my second grade teacher.

Yeah.

You know...

I can remember her smell

and her perfume
and her wool skirt.

And see, I used to pretend that
I couldn't button up my jacket

so she would kind of reach up

and just jerk
my shoulders back, you know?

And then she would pull me in...

and she would button my coat.

I don't think she ever really
knew that I was pretending.

- She never got that.
- Oh, yeah, she caught on.

How do you know?

Well, I see
how you are with women now.

If you can't fool 'em
for a second as a grown man,

you sure wasn't fooling anybody
as a second grader.

- I'm not trying
to fool any women--
- [Naomi] Bayliss.

- Bayliss.
- The last time
you tried to fool--

- What?
- Line one.

[Pembleton] The last time you
tried to pull a grown woman--

- I was there.
- Hold on.

Hold on a sec,
I wanna give this time, okay?

Yeah, Bayliss.

Uh-huh.

Yeah.

Okay. Thanks, Scheiner.

- [Pembleton] The last time you
tried to pull a grown woman--
- No, that was Scheiner.

- Yeah?
- The toxicology report
came back.

At the time of her death,
Martha O'Donnell had

five milligrams per liter
of secobarbital in her system.

[slow classical music playing]

Excuse me, Mr. O'Donnell.

This way.

It's all right. It's all right.
I can handle this.

You don't need
to involve her, do you?

What's this about?

Sir, we're gonna need both
of you to come downtown with us.

We have to ask you
some questions about
the death of your wife.

Isabella didn't have
anything to do with it.

With what? I don't understand.

Excuse me, Mr. O'Donnell,
are you confessing?

I killed my wife.

I killed Martha.

Why?

So we could be together.

No. Don't say that, please.

Isabella, I made a mistake.

I left you.

I re-enlisted in the army

and I thought
I could just carry on

with those foreign girls.

But all the time
what I was looking for

was right here,
right where I left it.

You married Martha.
She's your wife.

Sometimes when Martha
would look at me,

I could swear she was thinking
I was cluttering up her house,

just something
that was collecting dust.

Then you came back into my life.

When I saw you, it was
just like we were kids again.

You looked the same,
exactly the same.

[Isabella] Don't say
these things to me, Sam.

50 years is a long time
to wait, Isabella.

Yesterday, I just
couldn't wait any longer.

Mr. O'Donnell, why didn't you
just ask your wife
to give you a divorce?

I didn't wanna
hurt her feelings.

I just wanted for Isabella
and me to be together.

I love you, Isabella.

I always have and I always will.

Okay, come on.

Look.

Can't I have one last dance?

What do you wanna do?

All right, go ahead.

[*]

[Lewis] So, are they gonna
release Michael Bigelow or what?

They'll take him
to minimum security.

A stay of execution
is one thing,

but overturning a conviction,
that takes another hearing.

Man, 16 years
and the guy's still gotta wait.

[Lewis sighing]

Is that him?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's him.

[camera shutter clicking]

[suspenseful music playing]

[theme music playing]