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[Howard] I don't think
it's funny.

- [Munch] You don't think
it's funny?
- No, I don't.

There's a national
convention of policemen,

law enforcement officers,

and a hundred New York City cops
running amok in the hotel,

mooning tourists,
and squirting each other
with fire extinguishers.

A hundred New York City cops
and two Homicide detectives
from Baltimore,

Felton with nothing
but a party hat
and his holster on,

and Bolander running
from the bellhops

with his pants
around his ankles.

You don't think that's funny?
I wish I'd been there.

Why, so you could get suspended

for 22 weeks without pay
like Beau and Stan?

22 weeks?

Who comes up with a number
like that, 22 weeks?

The bosses.

God, look at that smoke.

The old American Brewery's
on fire.

[Munch]
It's not the American Brewery.

I don't know
the American Brewery?

John, I worked that neighborhood
as a uniform,

I know every block
in Clifton Park

like I know
the menu at Jimmy's.

[Munch]
It's not the American Brewery.

It's the R&M Box Warehouse
on the corner of Gay Street.

You're out of your mind.
That's the American Brewery.

[intense music plays]

[firefighters shouting
at all once]

[*]

[firefighter 1] Whoa!

[crashing thuds]

[firefighter 2] We got a body!

You better call Homicide.

[theme music playing]

[Bayliss] Think there's
anything left of the body?

Not much left of the building.

Boy, I really hate
these arson homicides.

Never any witnesses,
never any physical evidence.

- Well, look on the upside.
- I don't see an upside.

I'm the primary.

If we don't close this case,
Gee will cast his long, doleful,

accusing glances
in my direction, not yours.

Homicide.

Yeah, the body's inside.

Detective Kellerman said
not to disturb the scene

until you guys showed up.

Detective who?

Mike Kellerman, Arson.

Tim Bayliss, Frank Pembleton.
Homicide.

- [Pembleton] What do we got?
- Shish kebab.

[Pembleton] What?

Some poor son of a bitch
charred to the bones.

[Bayliss] Find any ID
on the body?

Jewelry? Wallet?

No, all we found
was a sleeping bag.

- A sleeping bag?
- Called the M.E.?

- Yeah,
Scheiner's on his way.
- Well, who phoned 911?

Huh?

[Kellerman] She's, uh,
being very cooperative.

She didn't see
anyone before the fire,

but she wants
to make me pancakes.

Really?

You want to see the body?

You guys coming in?

- Yeah, we're coming.
- [Kellerman] All right.
Grab some gear.

[Bayliss] So how do you know
that this entire scene

is not going to come
crashing down on top of us?

- [Kellerman] I don't.
- [Pembleton] You don't?

I mean,
I'm pretty sure it won't,

but there's
no absolutes in life.

Only in vodka.

So, uh...

so you can tell
just by looking at it, huh?

That's a good point.

[Kellerman grunts]

- [Pembleton] Hey, hey, hey!
- [Bayliss] Come on!

That's outstanding.
Yeah, beautiful.

Yeah. Yep.
That'll definitely hold.

And I had
a big breakfast this morning.

What was the deceased
doing here?

Employee? Night watchman? What?

The warehouse had been
abandoned for months.

He was probably homeless.

Used this place to sleep,
got caught in the fire.

Well, whoever killed him
wanted it to look that way.

Well, I know you guys
from Homicide like
to see conspiracy

behind every dead body,
but whoever this was,

now, I'm guessing a man,
or a hell of a big-boned woman,

was simply in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

This is arson, not murder.

Even if the victim
was killed accidentally,

he's still dead
by someone else's hand.

Which makes this
a murder investigation,

which begins
with the cause of death.

Take a look, Detective.
It's pretty clear how he died.

Well, he could have been dead
before the fire was set,

but then again,
I'm just a conspiracy theorist.

Well, fine.
You do whatever you got to do.

Meanwhile, I'm going to go
find the arsonist.

Who's your lieutenant,
Detective Kellerman?

- [Bayliss] Fellas! Fellas!
- Huh?

We're looking for the same guy.

It's an arson homicide.
Department policy.

We coordinate the investigation.

Terrific. Department policy.

Well, hell, I don't want to work
with you either, Detective.

Well, fine, then,
I'll take the case,

and I'll call you as soon
as I get everything wrapped up.

You are not taking this case.

Okay, then, partner.

- [Bayliss] Hey, Scheiner.
- [Scheiner] I can't see
a damn thing.

Come on around here.

I still can't see a damn thing.

- You're through?
- [both] Yeah.

Bag him.

[tense music plays]

[*]

[Kellerman] What do you mean,
you don't know who set the fire?

[man scoffs]
I don't know who set the fire.

Come on.
What kind of informant are you?

And the last time
I checked, see,

informants are supposed
to be paid.

- I pay you.
- Uh-uh. Not lately.

You know I'm good for it.

Well, not if you don't pay me.

Zithead, I'm a cop.
I make no money. I make nothing.

What do you think,
being a stool pigeon
is a lucrative profession?

- I can't afford freebies.
- All right, listen to me.

I ran a computer check
on the warehouse.

Matthew Rowland owns
that warehouse.

Now, he's been trying to unload
the place for months.

This is definitely
a professional job.
Now, who's the torch?

- I don't know.
- But you could find out.

Well, I'm-- I'm-- I'm very busy.

Um...

Zithead...

you and me have a relationship.

Now, we're going to be
working together in the future.

You've got to
take the long view.

[Zithead scoffs]

I don't know why
I let you do this to--
All right, all right.

- Look, I'll-- I'll ask around.
- Thank you.

Well, don't thank me.
All right? Pay me.

[tool whirring]

Definitely a male.

[Pembleton] No evidence
of strangulation?

- No.
- [Bayliss] No bullet wounds?

- None.
- [Pembleton] Smoke inhalation.

"Soot in the trachea
and larynx."

- This guy was alive
when the fire was set.
- [Scheiner] Probably alive.

I told all of this
to Detective Kellerman.

- Kellerman's already been here?
- Yeah.

- Well, what about
evidence of drugs?
- [Scheiner] Inconclusive.

[Bayliss] So, what was
the cause of death?

For an absolute certainty,
I can't tell you.

You can't tell us?

Don't look at me like that.
It happens.

Is there any way that we can
find out who this guy is?

We can match up dental records,
if someone reported him missing.

And if no one has?

Yeah, well,
thanks a lot, Scheiner.

Stop by anytime.

Want to know the cause of death?

- [Pembleton] What?
- Hmm? Being barbecued.

You die with all the dignity
of a marshmallow on a stick.

You think it's classier,
getting shot in the head?

If I had to choose, yeah.

- No one gets to choose.
- Oh, sure.

If you're on death row
in the state of Maryland,

you get to choose
how you want to die.

Still, it's multiple choice,
not an essay question.

Last two decisions
you have to make.

How you want to be killed,
and what you want to eat.

How you wanna be killed,
and what you want to eat.

You hear what
that guy from the Midwest
wanted for his last meal?

- What?
- [scoffs] SpaghettiOs.

- SpaghettiOs?
- Yeah, yeah.

And the worst thing is,

they gave him the wrong kind
of canned spaghetti.

It wasn't SpaghettiOs.

So, he complains,
but they go through
with the execution anyway.

So this poor guy, he has to die,

and he never gets
the one privilege
that he might reasonably expect.

And what's that?

A cold can of SpaghettiOs.

You get it?

[siren wails distantly]

- Stealing our coffee
again, Megan?
- Who, me?

I thought
all you brass upstairs
got cappuccinos and croissants.

[scoffs] Hey, I'll take
that squadron sludge any day.

- Right.
- Besides, I missed you, Al.

And Beau.

You just want to find out
about the body
at the warehouse fire.

- Yeah, that too.
- Well.

No ID yet of the body.
No leads on the killer.

- Well, I have faith in you, Al.
- We need more than faith.
We need manpower.

I've got twice as many cases
as I had last year,
and I'm three detectives short.

Yeah, well, the budget
isn't any more flexible
this year than it was last year.

Then bend the budget, stretch
the budget, do something.

Or else those names in red
will just keep piling up.

Okay. All right.
I'll tell you what. Um--

Find someone
that you want transferred in,

and I'll go talk to Barnfather.

I'm going to hold you to that.

Well, I don't want
to partner with you, either.

[Lewis] So what'd you
ask me for, then?

- [Munch] I didn't ask,
I suggested.
- [Lewis] Fine!

- [Munch] Fine!
- Fine.

You haven't closed a case
in four months, anyway.

Well, you hadn't exactly
been rollin' up
the bad guys yourself.

For the time being,
both of you are riding solo.

Oh, now, come on, Gee.
That's-- that ain't fair.

I've been riding solo
longer than anybody.

Hey, it's not Gee's fault that
no one wants to work with you.

[Giardello] Enough!

We just got a few months
to get our clearance rate up.

If I go in
for a performance evaluation

with these kinds of numbers,

I'm going to be
laughed out of the office.

And that's just before
they tell me I'm being replaced.

Oh, they're not going
to replace you, Gee.

I should be so blessed.

[Gaffney] Look,
I cannot help you.

A missing person
is not missing for 24 hours.

- That's not police policy.
- [Gaffney] It's my policy.

Look, I'm up to my ears
in paperwork here.

So what if someone calls in
before this 24-hour period?

I tell them to call back.

And did you tell anybody that
this morning?

- [Gaffney sighs] Yeah, I did.
- Who was it?

I didn't file a report.
It had not been 24 hours.

And I already told
all this to Kellerman.

Hey, that guy Kellerman
moves fast.

I don't like you, Gaffney.
I know you don't like me.

But I got a body
laying in the morgue
that I need to identify.

Somebody out there knows
who this body is.

This is not about you and me.

But I can make it
about you and me,
if that's what it takes.

Come back in 24 hours.

- In classic form.
- Gaffney's an idiot, man.

Hey, I'm onto something.
I'll see you guys later.

You think Kellerman's
an idiot, too?

No, I don't think
Kellerman's an idiot.

I just want him
to stay out of my way.

Al has two detectives
on suspension.

He needs replacements.

Maybe if he ran a tighter shift,

he wouldn't have
two detectives on suspension.

Wait a minute, Bolander
and Felton are grown men.

What is Al expected to do?
Zip their flies?

- Or maybe cut
their meat for them?
- Captain Russert.

- What?
- I need your signature.

Giardello gives his detectives
too much freedom.

With overtime,
with paperwork, with procedure.

Wait a minute.
You know something?
I ran my shift the same way.

- I've never been enthusiastic
about Giardello's style.
- Whoa.

Are you thinking
of replacing Giardello?

He doesn't make my life easier.

You want to be his champion?
Fine.

You'll be responsible
for his screw-ups.

He'll screw up
if he doesn't get replacements.

[sighs] Quid pro quo.
I go to the deputy commissioner.

I find the money
for more detectives.
What do I get?

- The gratitude
of your subordinates.
- No, I want results.

I want good news
about the clearance rate.

I want this morning's
arson murder solved.

I want to read
my Sun paper at breakfast,

and not see
a snotty little article

criticizing the way
I run this division.

I want you
to make my life easier.

[Munch] Hey, Kay,
where you been?

- None of your business.
- [Lewis laughs]

Is that a reflex action,

or you really don't want me
to know where you've been?

[sighs] Just down
getting an application,

I'm going to take
the sergeant's exam.

- You, sergeant?
- What's that supposed to mean?

Well, I just
wouldn't have thought

that you'd want
to make sergeant.

Why wouldn't I?

I just wouldn't have thought it,
that's all.

What, you think I don't have
the stuff to make it?

- What, 'cause I menstruate?
- Kay, please.

So what? Tell me.

We're detectives.

That makes us labor,
equal in rank.

You come along
with a hankering for management,

that could throw
the whole squadron off-kilter.

It upsets
the delicate balance of power.

- Where you going now?
- I'm going to take a leak.
Do you mind?

Yes, I think we should examine
if your need to take this exam

is a perverse reaction
to Felton being suspended,
Detective.

You looking for somebody?

- I look lost, huh?
- [Howard] Yeah, you do.

Yeah, I hate that lost look.
I've had it since birth.

- [Howard] So, who?
- Who, what?

Who are you looking for?

Oh, Pembleton or Bayliss.
Preferably Bayliss.

[chuckles] Coffee room.

- [Kellerman] Thanks.
- You're welcome.

Matthew Rowland
burned down his own warehouse.

- Who?
- [Kellerman] Matthew Rowland.

Yeah, I remember that name

from when I was
on the mayor's security detail.

Big campaign fundraiser,

owns a huge chunk
of the commercial property

in Clifton Park, Federal Hill,

has tenements in West Baltimore.

- This guy's a real
slumbag landlord.
- Yep, that's him.

One of his tenements
burned down two years ago.

Rowland used the insurance money
to put up townhouses.

Just like that,
he triples his property value.

All he had to do
was burn out a few poor tenants.

- Did you, uh, prove anything?
- I'm still working on the case.

Hmm, so you think
that Rowland is back at it.

Look, one of his companies
is listed

as the owner of record
of that warehouse.

I ran a financial profile.

He's been trying to unload
the property for 18 months.

So he gets tired of waiting,
he hires a torch,

and he collects
the-- the insurance money.

And you prove that how?

Well, I can't yet.
I got to find the arsonist.

I get him to wear a wire,
and I get a confession
from Rowland.

- [Pembleton] I don't know.
- You don't know what?

Seems so neat, so easy.

Look, arson for hire is not
one of your more complex crimes.

- Neither is homicide.
- Well, I say
we follow up on Rowland.

- I say we wait.
- Why?

You find out a homeless guy
was killed by the mafia?

[Lewis] Anybody interested
in talking to a young lady

who may know something
about that fire this morning?

- Who?
- Uniform brought her in.
Lisa DeNardi.

She snuck past the barricade,
crept on in the warehouse,

and they caught her
poking around in the rubble.

I guess they are interested.

Are you going
to tell my parents?

No, you're not under arrest,
or anything like that.

[Lisa] Then why'd the cops
bring me here?

Why are you looking at me
like I'm a criminal?

We just want to know
why you were in the warehouse.

I wasn't doing anything wrong.

I want to go home.

[Bayliss] Okay.

You can go home.

Well, three detectives
bullying me, I'd wanna be
leaving, too.

I'm just, uh,
hoping you can help us.

- We need your help.
- What do you mean?

Well, the fire,
someone set it on purpose,

and we're trying to catch
the guy who did it.

- I was looking for Mark.
- Mark?

[Lisa] My boyfriend,
Mark Landry.

You were supposed to meet
your boyfriend in the warehouse?

[Lisa] We meet there sometimes,
at night.

To be alone.

We keep a sleeping bag there.

But last night,
I couldn't leave the house.

My dad stayed up really late.

So you went there thinking
that Mark was waiting for you?

But when I got there,
the building was burning.

[Kellerman]
Was the fire department
there yet?

No.

I was so late,
I figured Mark gave up,
went home.

And then when
he didn't come to school,

I went back to the warehouse...

and it was all burned.

[sighs]

He got burned in the fire,
didn't he?

He's dead, isn't he?

I know you found a body.
I saw it on the news.

We don't know
who it was for sure.

[sobs] Oh, God.

Lisa, if it was
your boyfriend who died,

can you think
of any reason why someone
would want to kill him?

Kill him? No.

[Pembleton] Anyone else know
you met in the warehouse?

Somebody killed Mark?

Can I see you outside?

[Lisa cries softly]

[sobbing]

- [Pembleton] What?
- What are you doing in there?

I'm trying to find out
if the kid was murdered.

Well, we should be concentrating
on what that girl saw.

Maybe she saw who set the fire.

[Pembleton] Come here.
Come here. Come here.

You know, you were
wrong about the victim.
He wasn't homeless.

He was a high school boy,
which doesn't help
your credibility with me.

Now you want to choose
which line of questioning
we should be pursuing?

Look, I got a potential
eyewitness in there

who's being distracted
by questions
that are off the point.

Well, what is the point exactly?

The point is,
Matthew Rowland hired somebody

to burn down that warehouse,
and you're just too pig-headed
to see it.

- Don't give me that!
- [Giardello] Detective
Kellerman.

[Kellerman] Lieutenant?

Did the girl tell us anything?

It may have been her boyfriend
who was killed in the fire.

[Giardello] Mm-hmm.

I just got
off the phone with your boss,
Lieutenant Lafferty.

And we haven't had a chance
to work this close together
in a long time.

Terry Lafferty, good man.
We were in the academy together.

We always got along.

Well, I think it's because
each of us respects the other.

When you have respect,
you have consideration,
and cooperation.

You have teamwork.

Now, I want a positive ID
on this body.

I want this case closed.
Do you understand me, Pembleton?

[ominous music plays]

[*]

[Lewis screams] God! Oh!

Damn!

[Pembleton] What'd you do
to the car, man?

- What'd I do?
- [Pembleton] Yeah.

I didn't do
nothing to the damn car.

The thing was just--
died out on me,

and now I can't get
this thing started again.

Oh!

- Check the gas?
- Check the gas.

What, what, everybody got
to take a shot at me today,
is that it?

[Pembleton laughs]
Oh. Come on, let's go.
Let's get out of here.

Uh, no, I can't go.
I got to wait for the tow truck.

What? Hold on. I do you a favor.
I swing by to pick you up.

I'm not waiting
on the tow truck.
Come on, let's go.

I got to wait on the tow truck.

This piece of junk here
is my responsibility.

Something happens to it,
who they going to blame?

- Oh, come on, man.
- Me. No.

I can't afford
no more automotive mishaps.

Gee's going to make me
ride the bus after this.

[sighs] I ain't got no car.

I ain't got no partner.

You'd partner with me,
though, wouldn't you, friend?

I just told Mark Landry's family

that their 16-year-old boy
wouldn't be coming home.

Told them it had to be
a closed casket,

because their son is, uh...

burned beyond recognition.

Yeah, well...

Kids die sometimes.
It ain't right, but kids die.

Or they get
their eyes glued shut.

- Eyes glued shut?
- Yeah, in Detroit.

Some guy glued
his daughter's eyes shut
while she was sleeping,

because he had an argument
with his wife over money.

- No.
- Yeah, yeah.

He's mad at his wife,

so he glues
his daughter's eyes shut.

Now, what would bring
a man to the point

where he had to do
something like that?

Well, the guy's whack, Frank.
He's out of his mind.

- He's just braindead.
- No, no, it's just a guy.

He's just a regular guy.

He came home,
argued with his wife,

went into his daughter's room,

looked for the glue,
found the glue,

unscrewed the top,

and squeezed glue
in his daughter's eyes.

Just another dad
at the end of a bad day.

No, no.

Meldrick...

I would never
partner with you again.

I don't want the responsibility.

- [car horn honks]
- Here's the tow truck, man.
Let's get out of here.

God, Ann, you smell great.

- Would you get away from me?
- You still smoking menthols?

I quit six months ago.

You want your graph
results or not?

- What's taking you so long?
- Two more minutes.

You don't happen to have
a pack left around here, do you?

- Thought you quit, too?
- I did.

Even if I had a cigarette,
I wouldn't give it to you.

Why don't you go bug Ballistics?

- Hello, Detective.
- Hey, hey, hey, Annie.

[Ann] I'll be right back.

We got a positive ID
on the body. It was Mark Landry.

Got any leads
on a homicide motive?

No. Frank is still making calls.

- You two been partners a while?
- Yeah, a while.

You get along with him?

He's a great detective.

Enough said.

- You got a cigarette?
- No, no. I quit two years ago.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- Me, too.
- Oh.

Two days ago.

So what has the lab got for you?

We compressed a floorboard
from the warehouse,

extracted the liquid,
waiting to find out

whether it's kerosene,
gasoline, or whatever.

- See if the guy has a pattern?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I can link it
to other evidence, other arsons.

If I can find out
which arsonist did it,

maybe I can track it
back to Rowland.

So, you want to guess?

Well, let's see.

We're in Baltimore,

home of the inventive
criminal mind.

I don't know. Kerosene?

Mm, better.

- Gasoline?
- Uh-huh.

Well, that really
narrows it down.

Not a lot of people
have access to gasoline.

I think we should go
talk to Matthew Rowland.

We don't have anything concrete.
I'd rather wait
'til we have something.

Yeah, but maybe
if we talk to him,
we'll get something.

You guys are really relentless.

Pembleton, line three.

One sec.
Homicide, Detective Pembleton.

Yeah?
Do you know about the fire?

[man] There's a gasoline can
in a dumpster on Gay Street.

[Pembleton] Where exactly?

Behind Lee's Liquor Store.

Okay. What's your name?

It sucks that a kid
died in that fire.

- [phone beeps]
- Oh, come on. Come on.
You can't hang up on me.

[upbeat rock music plays]

Hello?

[song lyrics playing]

[sighs heavily]

[song lyrics playing]

[song lyrics playing]

He died in my warehouse.

Of course I feel
a certain responsibility.

Did you also feel
a certain responsibility

when you burned out
those tenants two years ago?

That fire was an arson.
It was set in the exact
same way as the warehouse.

- [laughs]
- Maybe we can't get you today,
maybe not tomorrow.

But trust me,
you are going to go down.

You are gonna go down.

Renée, get me City Hall, please.

Go ahead. Do it.

[*]

What were you doing in there?

My job. I was trying to get
a rise out of him.

A guy like Rowland, you can't
go in like gangbusters.

I've been dancing
with the guy for a long time.

Maybe you should have
followed my lead.

Oh. [Bayliss chuckles]

- You quit smoking two years ago?
- Yep.

How'd you do it, the patch?

Oh, I tried the patch,
it didn't work,

so I went on nicotine gum,
vitamin therapy, herbs,

acupuncture, acupressure,
stress management, biofeedback,

meditation, yoga,
and then, finally, hypnosis.

And that's what worked,
the hypnosis?

No.

- So, how'd you quit?
- Sheer willpower.

- Oh, man, that's rough.
- Tell me about it.

Detective Kellerman.

Hey, Russert,
I mean, Captain Russert.

I never congratulated you
on your promotion.

Yeah, well, save it.

What the hell were you doing
in Matthew Rowland's office?

He's my prime suspect
in the arson murder.

Yeah, well, I got a call
from Colonel Barnfather,

who got a call
from the Deputy Commissioner,

who got a call from
someone else, who got a call.

- Do you follow my point?
- Yeah, Rowland's guilty.

Not of setting
the warehouse fire.

Department of Property
Acquisitions was in negotiation

with one of Rowland's companies

to purchase
the Gay Street property.

There's no record of that.

Yeah, well, nothing official,

but, uh, there are preliminary
memos on the deal.

I checked.

I checked thoroughly.

So, from here on in,
stay away from Rowland,

at least regarding this case.

Well, if it's not arson
for profit, then, what?

Revenge arson?

Who notified
the fire department?

Some woman who lives across
the street in a row house,

Veronica Velez,

who phoned me three times
this afternoon.

Huh, well,
maybe she's the arsonist.

I talked to her at the scene.

Women don't set
these kinds of fires.

[Russert scoffs]

Wait a minute, um--

You know, I'm not-- I'm not sure

if that's a sexist remark
or not.

She could have set the fire,
and then phoned it in.

It's been known to happen.

You're telling me I should
re-interview this woman?

I'm telling you, I don't want
any more calls from City Hall.

- Hey, Meldrick,
have you seen Frank?
- He's your partner.

- Yeah, so keeps reminding me.
- [Lewis] Hey, Tim.

I-- I know that we--
when we partnered temporarily,

we-- we get a few bumps.

- Yeah, we got in a car crash.
- Yeah.

But you'd partner
with me again, wouldn't you?

Uh, I'd rather partner
with Munch.

- [Lewis scoffs]
- Hey, Bayliss.

Did you ever think about
taking the sergeant's exam?

Yeah, sure, I thought about it.
Why do you ask?

[clicks tongue] No reason.

Now, why is it
that you never asked me

had I thought about
taking the sergeant's exam?

Have you ever thought about
taking the sergeant's exam?

- No.
- That's why I never asked.

- Bayliss, where have you been?
- [Bayliss] I called in.
Where have you been?

- Come on,
- [Bayliss] What's happening?

- I'll tell you on the way,
come on.
- Well, should we get Kellerman?

No, come on!

[Bayliss] You get
an anonymous phone call,

which leads you
to a gasoline can,

off of which
you get fingerprints...

which belong
to a Mr. Calvin Jones,

who just happens to be
in the print track,

thanks to being arrested
six times in the past year.

Uh-huh. You know, this Jones
guy gets around.

Maybe he's our killer.
Maybe he set the fire.

[ominous music plays]

[*]

[Pembleton groans]

[children shouting playfully]

- How you doing?
- All right.

Detective Pembleton,
Baltimore City Homicide.

Are you, um...

Calvin Jones?

- Man, y'all are kidding me.
- [Bayliss] Hey!

[intense music plays]

Frank, come on!

- Come on!
- [tires screeching]

Come on, man! Come on!

[Calvin grunts]

[dog barking]

Freeze, freeze, freeze!

- [Bayliss] Come on.
- [Calvin] Okay, man.

- God, oh!
- You okay, you okay?

Yeah. It's my back.
It went out.

What the hell
are you doing anyway, huh?

[Calvin] What'd it look
like I was doing?

Turn over!

- [Bayliss] God, my back.
- Are you Calvin Jones?

So what if I am?

Do you own a gasoline can?

- That's not a crime.
- Mr. Jones.

A gasoline can
with your prints on it

was found in very close
proximity to an arson fire

that killed a 16-year-old boy.

Can you tell us
how it got there?

I can, but I'm not going to.

- [Bayliss] All right. That's it.
- [Calvin groans, yelps]

Hey! Hey, hey!
I know my rights, man!

- It's not him.
- You're sure?

The gasoline can was
in the back of his truck,

which was taken
from the driveway two days ago.

We have a stolen
vehicle report on file.

The truck has not yet been
recovered.

What about his record?

Well, he's had six priors
in the last year.

Nothing-- Disturbing the peace,
verbal assault, no convictions.

[Bayliss] Yeah, looks like
Jones' alibi is gonna check out.

He was at an early bird
Gambler's Anonymous meeting

at the United Methodist Church
in Towson

from five to 8:30,
the morning of the fire.

He has no history of arson,
no connections
to Matthew Rowland.

So, gentlemen, why did he run?

He says that he likes
being arrested.

Has anyone been
to the high school
the victim attended?

Uh, I sent
some uniforms down there

to interview his classmates,
teachers, nothing.

Maybe it's time you went
down there yourself, Frank.

- Start asking tough questions.
- Right.

Right.

Meanwhile, talk
to Lisa DeNardi's father.

Uh, maybe he found out
his daughter was,

you know, boffing Landry,
and decided to put a stop to it.

Yeah, okay, but, I don't know.

What?

What happened back there
at Calvin Jones' house?

Jones takes off running,
we're supposed to give chase,
and you freeze.

- Well, it won't happen again.
- You froze up, Frank.

That worm sprints,
and you hesitated.

I mean, I know it's just
for a second, but still.

What are you worried about?
You want a new partner?

- No, no, that's not
what this is about.
- What is this about?

Is it so inconceivable

that I might be
concerned about you?

That I care about what goes on
with you personally,

and not just because
we're partners,
but because we're human beings?

No, no, that's-- that's
that's not inconceivable.

Okay, well, come here.
Just talk to me.

I'm not--
I got interviews to do!

I'm not gonna stand around
talking to you.

[Veronica] Detective Kellerman.

I knew you'd be back.

How could I resist?
You called me three times.

Yes, I did.

So, did you remember
something about this morning?

[sensual music playing]

Yes.

Are you going to tell me
what that is?

Only if you come inside.

[song lyrics playing]

Okay.

I'm inside.

When I first talked to you
this morning,

I thought you were
with the fire department.

Well, I'm just a cop.
It's not quite as glamorous.

Oh, really?

What time did you say
you called 911, Ms. Velez?

Call me Veronica.

Okay, Veronica.

- [Veronica] 5:00 a.m.
- 5:00 a.m?

Now, did you see
the fire start out this window,

or was it your bedroom window?

This one.

I was walking around.

I have trouble sleeping.

Yeah? Me, too.

[Veronica] Tell me
why you have trouble sleeping.

Um, anxiety.

You know.
Terrible eating habits.

Being alone.

Maybe you shouldn't sleep alone.

So, what about you?

[Veronica] I can't sleep...

because it's too damn hot.

[song lyrics playing]

You don't know anything
about the fire this morning,
do you?

No.

I'll tell you what.

If you put your robe back on,

I won't arrest you
for obstruction, okay?

And if you do think of anything,
you know,

feel free to give me a call.

I-- I think you know the number.

[*]

[Pembleton] So,
Mark was in your history class?

He was a wonderful kid.

[teacher] Not a straight-A
student by any means,

but he worked hard.

It's a rarity these days.

Can you think of any reason why
someone would want to kill him?

God, no, he was never
in any kind of trouble.

Not that you were aware of.

I am pretty aware
of what my students are up to.

Excuse me.

Were you aware Mark met
his girlfriend every night

in an abandoned warehouse
to have sex?

Maybe you should talk
to some of his friends.

Was he involved with drugs?

Not Mark.

He was straight as they come.

[Pembleton] Was Mark involved
with drugs?

[girl scoffs] Not Mark.

He was as straight as they come.

Did Mark belong to a gang?

Did he, uh,
run with a rough crowd?

No, ain't no way.
He wasn't into that.

- Get into fights?
- No.

Have problems
with his girlfriend?

He treated Lisa like a princess.

I wish he was my boyfriend.

- Belonged to a gang?
- No.

- Run with a rough crowd?
- No.

- You wouldn't tell me
if you knew, would you?
- No.

Did he belong to a gang?
Did he run with a rough crowd?

He wasn't into all of that.

And even if he were,
you wouldn't tell me, right?

That's cold. I'm not lying.

- [Pembleton] You're not lying?
- No.

So, Mark Landry was
a 16-year-old
who never got into trouble...

...never smoked a joint,
never drank a beer,

was kind to his girlfriend,
and didn't have an enemy
in the world.

A genuine good boy.

That's so hard to believe?

Well, frankly, yeah.

Man, you've been a cop
for too long.

Where you going?

[suspenseful music plays]

- [Munch] Oh, Kay!
- What?

Watch out.

[Howard] What are you
talking about?

Talking about me
taking the sergeant's exam.

You're going to take
the sergeant's exam?

Yeah, I got
the application right here.

And I want to tell
you something.

I'm going to kick your fanny.

That's okay,
I'm all for a little
friendly competition.

[Munch] That's exactly
what you're going to get.

In fact, are you prepared

to put your money
where your ego is?

What do you mean?

[Howard] Oh, a little
friendly competition,

a little friendly wager?

Uh, how much
are we talking about?

I don't know, uh...

say, 100 each?

- 100?
- Yeah.

It's a bet.

You guys taking any
little action on that?

- Oh, I don't see why not, huh?
- Sure.

I'll put 100 down on Kay.

- Hey, thanks, Gee.
- [Giardello laughs]

Yeah, I'd like a slice
of that pizza pie.

Hey, the more the merrier,
right, John?

- Absolutely.
- 20, 40, 70, 71, 72,

73, 74, 75.

Okay, okay,
we know you can count.

On...

- Howard.
- Thank you.

Thanks, Mel. This is great.

[Bayliss] Frank.

Have any luck
at the high school?

[Pembleton] Nope.

Dead end number 407.

What about you?

Oh, Mr. DeNardi has
an airtight alibi.

His snoring was keeping
Mrs. DeNardi awake.

Tim, about this afternoon...

when I froze...

Mary's pregnant.

Found out yesterday.

Wow. Frank.

Hey, hey, that's wonderful, man.

Congratulations, that's--

[laughs]
That's really great news.

I mean, that's great
news, right?

- Yeah!
- Yeah.

Yeah, you--

tried so hard,
and waited so long.

Yeah.

You're the only one
I told so far.

- Really?
- Yeah.
Don't tell anybody else, okay?

Oh, no, no.
Of course not. I won't.

Hey, why didn't you let me know
about that gasoline can?

It was an anonymous tip.
We followed it up,
it led nowhere.

Uh, you know,
we'll put a trace on it
if he calls again.

I want to see the can.

[scoffs] Well, you--
you want to see the can,

go to Evidence Control,
if you want to see the can.

Well, who the hell was it?
Who called?

[Pembleton chuckles]

An anonymous tip is just that.
Anonymous.

You guys getting anywhere
on the homicide motive?

No, Mark Landry
is a sweet 16-year-old,

nobody wanted him dead.

- What about arson?
- [Kellerman] No.

It wasn't Matthew Rowland.

He was in negotiations
with the city to sell
that warehouse.

So, who exactly
are we going after now?

- I don't know.
- Don't know?

I mean, we may be dealing
with a multiple fire-setter.

A pyro.

Someone with
a psychological motive,

A personal relationship
with fire.

A personal relationship?

Yeah, fire's a living thing,

it-- it eats, it breathes air,
it could be killed.

Something about that power,
it draws people in.

Well, not me. I hate fire.

Especially this fire.

[tense music plays]

[Russert] Al?

- What are you doing in my chair?
- Oh, sh--

- You know,
it used to be my chair, too.
- [Giardello laughs]

You know something, Al,
I never really realized

how comfortable this chair is.

This soft, well-worn leather.

You know,
my desk upstairs, the...

chair is all metal.

It's very cold, and it's covered
with this fake vinyl stuff.

You wanted to be a captain.

- [Giardello laughs]
- [laughs] Yeah, did I?

So, how close are we
to this arson homicide?

Pembleton's on his game.

That Kellerman,
he's pretty sharp.

- Yeah.
- It's just a matter of time.

Well, you know something, Al,
I don't think we have much time.

What does that mean?

Al, why did you send Beau

and Stan to that
policeman's convention?

Why?

Well, I mean, six months ago,
Stan was shot in the head.

Who knows how that could have
affected his state of mind?

And-- and Beau.
Beau was shot, too.

Wait a minute, I thought...

sending them to that convention
would be good therapy.

How was I to know
they were going to turn
into Dumb and Dumber?

Well, Beau's wife took the kids.
He was very vulnerable.

Wait a minute,
I-- I'm not responsible

for Beau's behavior
after he left his wife.

Well, what's that
supposed to mean?

Well, you think
it was a good idea,
having an affair with him?

[Russert scoffs]

- Wow. So, you knew?
- I knew. Everybody knew.

Oh, well, you know something,
Al, I don't really want
to talk about this.

Believe me,
I don't want any details.

And don't change the subject!

You were the one
that brought it up!

I was not-- I came
in here to talk about...

- You brought it up!
- ...something else, Al!

Listen, Al,
if you knew what was going on--

- You brought it up!
- [woman] Excuse me.

[both] What?

Lieutenant Lafferty's
on line three.

He says it's urgent.

Giardello.

- [Russert sighs]
- I'll send some men over.

Another arson.

A warehouse
on Chester Street is burning.

[sirens wailing]

[intense music plays]

[water spray hisses]

[fire roars]

[*]

Same point of origin,
same floor pattern

as the warehouse on Gay Street.

- Flammable liquid with trailers?
- Yeah.

- Was there anyone inside?
- We saw a body,
but we can't get to it.

Well, I guess
you were right, Pembleton.

Landry's death
was a premeditated homicide.

This may come
as a shock to you, Kellerman,

but I don't always like
being right.

[*]

[tense music builds]

[theme music playing]