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[giggling] You're not allowed.

- Why?
- It's tradition.

It's superstition.

I see you in your wedding dress
and what, what happens?

- Terrible things.
- Divorce?

And famine and locusts,
the heartbreak of psoriasis.

All right, how's this?

I'll come in, but I won't
actually look at the dress.

- You promise?
- I do.

Hey. Say that again.

- [Meryl giggling]
- I do.

I do, I do. I do.

- [Meryl giggling]
- Come on.

[Danvers] What is this,
dress number ten?

- [Meryl] Eleven.
- And?

[Meryl]
Damn, I look good in red.

- Red?
- [Meryl chuckling]

[Meryl] Just teasing.
It's white.

- Snow white.
- Do you like it?

[classical music playing]

I love it.

- She loves it.
- [bell dinging]

[robber] Hit the floor!
I said hit the floor! Get down!

- [man] What's wrong?
- [woman] Oh, no!

[robber] I said hit the floor!

[man] What are you, crazy?

[robber] Open the register.

[cash register clicking]

Come on, we ain't got all day!

Get down!

Give it up now!
And I said get down!

Give it up. Give it. Yo, bitch!

Give me your wallet.

[suspenseful music playing]

[theme song playing]

[Brodie grunting]

You almost gave me
a heart attack!

Brodie? What the hell
are you doing here?

I got evicted from my apartment,

and I can't stay
at the station house anymore.

Jeez, you got anything
for a hangover, Doctor?

- We don't do room service.
- [Brodie] Really?

[seagulls squawking]

[pager beeping]

Oh, we should hear bells,
not beepers.

Okay, I gotta go. Gotta go.

You know, you should get
the kind that vibrates.

[Cox chuckling]

- Nervous?
- About what?

It's your first case
as a primary.

No, this is my 199th case
as a primary.

I mean your first case
since the stroke.

So you're nervous, huh?

Okay, 10:23 a.m.,
Stella's Bridal's-- Bridal Shop.

- What have we got?
- On the sad scale, about a ten.

Happy couple go shopping
for a wedding dress

and one of them winds up dead.

Shot at close range
with a large caliber projectile.

It looks like the gunman
aimed straight for the heart.

- Where's the victim?
- [Cox] Right in here.

[Pembleton sighs]

Da-- Danvers?

[Danvers sobbing] She's dead.

Meryl's dead.

Get a paramedic.

It's nothing.

[Pembleton] Come on, Ed.
You're losing blood. Come on.

Pembleton?

Yeah.

[melancholy piano music playing]

It's okay.

- You were on the floor?
- No.

There-- there were
some women up here on the floor.

I was in
the fitting rooms with Meryl.

Okay, other customers
on the floor upstairs.

Danvers in front
of the fitting room.

- What is that for?
- It's okay, Ed.

It's okay, just con--
just continue, please.

[sighs] He asked for my wallet,

and I-- I said I didn't have it,
and, um--

and he pointed his gun at me.

- What kind of gun?
- [Danvers sighs]

It was a revolver,
a .38 caliber.

Witness menaced
using a .38 caliber revolver.

He was holding the-- the gun up.

- Was he wearing gloves?
- Gloves?

Gloves.
Did the shooter have gloves?

I-- I don't know.
He-- he might have.

Witness is unclear as to
whether the shooter wore gloves.

Okay, he points the gun at you.

He says,
"Give me the damn wallet."

No, he said-- he said, "Bitch,
give me the damn wallet."

And then I heard Meryl...

call my name.

- [Bayliss] Ed?
- [Meryl] Ed?

- [Danvers] Get back!
- Ed, this is Janine.

She's gonna look after
your wound.

- Look, I'm fine.
- Ed, Ed.

Let her see your shoulder, okay?

Look, I'm all right. I'm sorry.

- Where's Pembleton?
- He was wearing all black.

Black jeans,
black sweatshirt, black boots.

- Except the mask.
- It was orange.

Yeah, bright orange.

Wearing all black clothing,
black work boots,

- black jeans,
black sweatshirt, orange mask.
- [woman] Yeah.

- Um...
- I should've never
opened the register.

Is my boss gonna fire me?

[Pembleton] Don't worry
about it. You're not at fault.

Can I talk to you for a second?

- Please.
- Excuse me, please.

- Yeah?
- Just watch this kid.

- I think she's in on it.
- In on what, Ed?

- I saw a look between them.
- A look between who?

Between the girl and the gunman
before she gave him the cash.

- Okay, thanks for the tip.
- Look, he called her "baby,"
all right?

He said-- he said,
"We don't got all day."

Right, right.
Thanks-- thanks for the tip, Ed.
Okay, where were we?

Um, you-- can you-- can you
give me a height on the shooter?

Sure. About 5'6", 5'7".

Okay,
gunman allegedly 5'6", 5'7".

The guy was at least 5'8".

Ed, please,
I'm conducting an interview--

He was standing
right in front of me,

he was at least
an inch taller than I am.

He was 5'8 "or 5'9", all right?
She's lying!

I'm not lying!
I just don't remember very well.

- [Howard] Ed?
- Get back!

[gunshot]

Come on.
Come on, let's go get some air.

It's all right. Come on, Ed.

Frank will take care of it, huh?

Okay, three things
that we need to do.

Um, number one, um...

How many cases
has Pembleton worked on

since his stroke as primary?

This is his first.

He's not ready, Kay.

I can't have half a detective
trying to solve Meryl's murder.

I don't want him on this case.

[Pembleton]
Okay, I can't tell you anything.

- You're making the coffee?
- You got a problem with that?

Where's your boy, Kellerman,
detective/housewife?

- How come he's not making it?
- He's late.

Brodie, you look like a corpse.

- Yeah, I slept like a stiff.
- Yeah, we heard.

You bum a room from me,
you bum from Munch,

from Kellerman, from Bayliss.

You slept in the morgue,
you slept in the Squad Room.

Where are you gonna try next,
Pembleton's walk-in closet?

Pembleton has a walk-in closet?

Brodie, come here, man.
I wanna show you something.

See what this says here?
"Classified ads,
apartments for rent"?

- Why don't you just
rent an apartment?
- I've been looking, okay?

But I can't even afford
the first month's rent,

let alone the utilities
and deposit--

So get a roommate.

I heard
Siegfried and Roy split up.

Maybe you could bunk
with one of 'em.

- I'm allergic to cats.
- [Munch chuckles]

- Good morning.
- [Brodie] Hey, Mike. Morning.

[Kellerman]
I'm taking a sick day.

Hey, hey, hey, you're lookin'
pretty cheerful there, buddy.

Yeah, huh.

You know, last time I saw you,
Mike, you were moaning

and groaning about that summons
you got from the Grand Jury.

- Yeah, I was a little miserable.
- [Lewis] So what happened?

- Nothing.
- Nothing?

Yeah. Absolutely nothing.

Well, he scored last night.

- Oh, hey, Gee.
- Where's Danvers?

We finally got him
to the hospital.

- How bad is he?
- It's just a nick
in the shoulder.

He'll be okay, but
that is not really the problem.

He was all over Frank
at the scene,

100 questions,
opinions, theories.

- And Pembleton, how is he?
- That's hard to tell, sir. He--

- What did Bayliss say?
- What's Tim gonna say?

He's his partner.

Ed wants another detective.

He requested this?

I told him Frank's the primary.

You have doubts?

Yeah.

[Giardello sighs]

When I put Pembleton
back on the rotation,

I was hoping he'd get
something clean and easy

his first time out.

A domestic, maybe.

What are we gonna do?

Nothing.

Frank is on his own.
He sinks or swims on this one.

- Stop being an idiot.
- It makes the most sense.

- It makes no sense whatsoever.
- [Bayliss sighs]

All right, Frank. You're right.
You're always right.

Pembleton! Bayliss!
In my office.

Man, oh, man, oh, man!

What's the problem?

- Eh, creative tension. Yeah.
- Yes.

Two, uh, razor-sharp
intellects, uh,

clashing as they sort through
the details.

What's your take?

Botched daytime robbery.

Some novice picks
a-- a bridal shop

over a Gas N Go or a carryout.

He hits a place where
90% of the receipts are credit.

He gets less than
$60 cash out of the till,

and when he's confronted
with a 110 pound woman
in a wedding dress,

unfortunately for us
he panics and--

- And Danvers loses his fiancée.
- [Bayliss] That's it.

My partner is wrong.
This guy is a pro.

He hits a shop
full of customers,

in broad daylight.

He knows enough
not to touch the register,

the counter or anything else.

He's driving a late model,
nondescript,

maroon sedan with obscure tags.

He's quick getting in and out.

Whatever this guy is,
he is not a novice!

Look,
a pro isn't gonna shoot someone

if he doesn't have to, Frank.

Danvers didn't
give up the wallet,

he got angry about it,
bing, okay?

With the involvement of Danvers,
the media is already hovering.

The bosses are bellowing.

Now, have you got
anything else to tell me?

- You have any leads?
- No.

- Except...
- Except what?

- What Danvers told you. Yeah.
- The salesgirl? That's nothing.

- What about the salesgirl?
- Some scared kid.

No, no, no,
Danvers says the sales girl

might've had something
to do with the setup.

- An inside job.
- [Bayliss] Yeah.

This girl is
a high school junior

working in a shop
for weekend money.

- She is not involved.
- And I say press her.

Gee, this is
a straight-up robbery.

It's not no grand conspiracy.

- Excuse us.
- Sure.

Hey, in this unit,
Danvers is tu famiglia, capisce?

I want you to take every word
out of his mouth seriously.

Danvers doesn't know
what he's talking about.

He don't know what he saw,
he don't know what he heard.

His statements
are totally unreliable.

He's influencing witnesses
at the crime scene,

concocting half-assed
conspiracy theories.

Come on, Gee, this man is
a threat to the investigation

even before the case
even gets to court.

I want you to investigate
every single lead.

Every single lead, Frank.

And if that's
a problem with you,

I can give this investigation
over to Bayliss

and he can handle it.

Now, down the line,

I wanna be able to look
Danvers right in the eye.

- Trust me, you will.
- Good.

[tool buzzing]

- [Kellerman] Hey.
- Hey. I'm not done yet.

I need at least
another two hours.

For what?

You need the bullet
for the Hansen case, right?

No.

I took a sick day. I thought
we could go for a sail.

- What are you talking about?
- Belize.

- Belize?
- Okay, Atlantic City then.

We can get there by nightfall.

I'm a little busy here.

You told me you wanna
sail off to someplace romantic.

It was a fantasy.
I was just thinking out loud.

Like, you really need
to go back to work.

No.

I wanna go away with you.

I had a really great time
with you last night,

- I really did, but--
- Okay, okay, fine.

Ocean City, we'll just-- we'll
shoot down there for dinner.

The only shooting that
I'm interested in right now

is Meryl Hansen's.

Look, hold on a second.
Did I do something wrong?

'Cause I thought
we had something going here.

It was one night, Mike.

Oh, okay. Um...

I see, so you just-- you came
to my boat out of pity?

As an act of mercy?

Se-- Sergeant Howard,
I need to put out a teletype to,
uh,

all divisions, districts,
and surrounding jurisdictions.

Uh, maybe we can match the MO to
si-- similar crimes elsewhere.

I'll get it
on the MILES network.

What-- what did we get

from the reinterviewing
of the witnesses?

A lone black male,
medium height build,

an orange ski mask,

and the getaway car
is a maroon sedan.

- That's all.
- Okay. Thank you.

1:43 p.m.,
teletype issued on MILES network

uh, from the pool of, uh,
witnesses at the crime scene--

[Bayliss]
Ed, what you doing here?

I made a list
of eight possible suspects.

Can I get
ten copies of that, please?

On the way to Mercy,

I keep hearin'
the gunman in my head.

- [Munch] You all right, Ed?
- [Danvers] I'm fine, yes.

And the voice is familiar,

It's like I've heard it before.

So I had the paramedics
turn around

and drop me at the Courthouse.

- You didn't go to the hospital?
- Uh, no.

I went to my office
and pulled these files.

Our shooter is someone
I prosecuted and put away.

What about the salesgirl?

- Uh, no, forget about her.
- You said she was involved.

She's nothing to do with it.

- You recognized
the shooter's voice?
- Yes.

- Why didn't you tell us that
at the crime scene?
- I didn't realize till later.

- On your way to the hospital?
- Right.

Two or three hours later
you recognized the voice,

but you don't know
who it belongs to?

I do know. It's--

it's one of these eight names.

I tried each man
for armed robbery or murder.

- Each of them--
- What, hang on.

I'm-- I'm--
I'm co-- I'm confused.

Either you recognize the voice
or you don't recognize.

Look, what is the problem here?

You're following me, aren't you?

Ed, it don't-- it don't make
a whole helluva lot of sense.

What doesn't make sense?
What part of what
I'm saying isn't clear?

Okay, may-- may I see
a copy of, um, this list?

In chronological order,
date of case,

where sentenced, time served.

Um, Ed,
I just wanted to tell you

how sorry I am
about what happened.

- Thank you.
- Where's Kellerman?

Uh, he came in
and took a medical, uh...

What, he was sick?
Fever, cold, what?

Well, he was kinda vague,
but, uh,

he was in
the coffee room earlier.

I saw him wander
into The Waterfront.

Thanks.

- So you're sick.
- Don't I look sick?

Give me a couple of hours,
I'll be good and sick.

Your shift began two hours ago.

[sighs] Look.

I'm sittin' here waiting
for the Grand Jury to convene.

I don't know
if the guys I worked with,

guys who I thought
were my friends,

are gonna testify against me
to save their asses,

so with all due respect,
screw my shift.

- I'm on a sick day.
- Mike.

Can you spare me the lecture?

I mean, if you can't do
anything else for me,

at least spare me the lecture.

[Kellerman clears throat]

[sighs]

- What are you doing in here?
- Hiding from Danvers.

Did you track down
the suspects on his list?

- Mm-mm. Gave that to Munch.
- Why?

- Why?
- Yeah.

Okay.

One of the hundreds of people

that Ed Danvers has prosecuted

happens to walk into
a bridal shop with a loaded gun,

and he sees Ed Danvers standing
there helpless before him.

What does he do?
Plug Ed Danvers full of holes?

No, instead he--
he kills some woman

walking out of a dressing room,
it's ridiculous.

Did you get
any leads off the teletype?

Uh-uh, not yet, but, um,

we shouldn't expect anything
for a few hours.

- Good, then come with me.
- Come with me where?

Well, I still think
that the gunman is a local,

so I've been checking
the robbery reports

on the Northern District
right around the bridal shop.

- And you got nothing?
- No, I got a feeling, Frank.

What I think we should do
is we should check

all the neighborhoods
around the shop

and see if we can find
this guy's car.

- You know, you've had
bright ideas before...
- There you are.

- We were just on our way out.
- To do what?

Check the Northern District for,
uh, the shooter's maroon sedan.

- What about my list of suspects?
- Well, Munch is all over it.

Why do I have the feeling this--
this investigation

- is totally out of control?
- Ed, come on.

Do you have any idea
what you're doing?

- Do you have any idea at all?
- We're doing the best we can do.

See what I mean?
The man is incompetent.

Ed, please.

Come on, Ed.
We'll go get you something
to eat or something, huh?

[melancholy music playing]

- Hey.
- [grunts] I'm all right.

- Take this man to the hospital.
- No, I--

Yes, it's time. Come on.

There you go.

Go on. It's time.

If he gives you any problems,
cuff him.

[*]

[Giardello] Detective Goodman,
I wanna ask you

a few questions about,
uh, Mike Kellerman.

I don't know, Lieutenant.

Lawyer told me
not to talk about it to anybody.

- We're not talking now.
- We're not?

Station House whispers.

Jack, I don't need
a deposition here,

but what I do need is the truth.

[sighs] What do you wanna know?

When you sit in front
of the Grand Jury,

will you be naming Kellerman
as being on the panel?

Me? No.

- And what about the others?
- I don't know.

I'll tell you this though.

That bitch
of an Assistant US Attorney,

she's a hungry one.

[Pires] She's trying
to get as many names

for her indictment
as she can get.

Offered me one to three
for my cooperation.

You think
that's a good enough deal?

- Where do you do the bit?
- Allenwood.

- Easiest time there is, right?
- What about Kellerman?

Well, Lieutenant.

How do I know
you ain't wearin' a wire?

Detective Pires,
huh, hey, you know me.

I'd never wear a wire
on another cop.

You'd be surprised
what people will do.

I'm not wearing a wire.

But I'd be happy to strip down
in your living room
to prove that point.

- No, thank you.
- [Giardello chuckling]

You naming Kellerman?

I don't care
what the prosecution offers me.

I ain't givin' her any cops
she doesn't already have.

- I'll be damned.
- [Giardello chuckles]

I've been looking
at that piece all day.

Take care.

[Bayliss] Uh, try La Plata.

[Pembleton]
We already tried La Plata.

No, not the 4200 block.

This is a big waste of time.

Any late model maroon sedan
we find in this neighborhood

is gonna have precious little
to do with our case.

- You don't know that, Frank.
- Yes, I know that.

Our man is not local.
Our man is a rover.

- Let's try Remington.
- Let's not try Remington.

How can you be so sure, Frank?

For-- for the sake of argument,
let's say that you're right,

and-- and it's some coke fiend
messing up a first time robbery.

Let's just-- let's just
go ahead and say that.

- Our-- our man has a car.
- So?

If-- if he has a car,

even the most
brain dead crackhead
can drive a mile or two

and hit a cash register

in a neighborhood
where he is not known.

If he fled on foot,
I'd buy your logic.

We should-- we should search
the neighborhoods

nearest the crime scene.

But our man-- our man has a car.

I am not incompetent.

I'm turning around
and going back to Headquarters.

[Bayliss] All right.

Frank, the calls
on the teletype started
coming in a little while ago.

We got three
from Baltimore County

and one from
the State Police in Carroll.

Great.
Hey-- hey, where's Danvers?

- We took him to Mercy.
- He gonna be okay?

- Yeah.
- Pembleton.

- Line one, State Trooper Groves.
- Okay, thanks.

Pembleton. Right.

Right, a jeweler in Pikesville?
What's the date?

- Hey, Bayliss. Hey.
- [Bayliss] Huh?

You got a lousy bullet there
with this Hansen case.

...38 caliber, totally mutilated.

- Won't do much good
for comparison purposes.
- Shoot.

It caught a rib, clipped
the aorta and both lungs.

- Here you go. Sure.
- Okay, thanks.

Hey, have you seen
Kellerman around?

- Out sick.
- Thanks.

- What's up, Doc?
- Hey, let me see your maps
to the Interstate.

- 95 or 695?
- [Pembleton] Both!

Okay, thank you.

Frank, one of the names
on Danvers' list is a possible.

The guy did eight,
pulled parole last year.

- Forget it.
- What do you mean, forget it?

The shooter
doesn't know Danvers,

he's a rambling man.

Okay, Finksburg to Owings Mills

to Pikesville
to Mount Washington.

Okay, I got it.

He's roaming along
the Interstate

hitting the Northwest corridor.

A liquor outlet in Owings Mills,

a jeweler in Pikesville,

a carryout in Lutherville,
and finally,

the Falls Road bridal shop
where our murder occurred.

Pretty big arc. You really
think this guy's going

from Carroll County
to Woodlawn to Lutherville?

- [Pembleton] Yes.
- Most stickup artists
are specialists.

You got this guy
hitting shoe stores,

cut rates, and bridal shops.

Our guy doesn't care.
Any cash register will do.

His only concern is location.

Location, location, location.

Every target
is one block or less

from an entrance ramp
back onto the Interstate.

What he's doing is
he's jumping off,

hitting whatever he can,

then jumping right back
up on the highway.

There's kind of
a symmetry to it.

Okay,
that's a pretty little map,
tells us where he's been.

Now how are we gonna figure
where he's gonna be?

When I got a hold
of Detective Pembleton's
teletype this morning,

the mention of a maroon sedan
knocked me on my ass.

Six days ago,
I was on 795 eastbound,

near the beltway,
when they broadcast the lookout

for that, uh, maroon sedan
in the Pikesville robbery.

A couple of minutes later,
I catch a glimpse

of a maroon '92, '93
Chevrolet Corsica roaring west.

By the time I got turned around,
I-- I lost him.

He took the Owings Mills exit.

That makes it
safe to assume that our guy

is from anywhere between
Pikesville and Reisterstown.

You sure it was a Corsica, sir?

I've been
a State Trooper 12 years.

I'll get in touch
with Motor Vehicles.

Ah, it's already done.

857 Chevy four door sedans,

and that's just
the postal codes along the 795.

I count 12 of us in the room.

- That's about 70 cars per cop.
- Ouch.

[suspenseful music playing]

Hey, yeah.

Yeah, it might be
this one down here.

AHC 948.

Okay, the plate's a match.

Hey, hey, hey. Could this be?

There's a ski mask
on the front seat.

Okay, Munch, Lewis,
take the back of the building.

Once we have him,

I want warrants on the auto

and the apartment, please.

[*]

- What the hell's going--
- City Homicide.

- Julius J. Cummings?
- Yeah.

You can't imagine
how glad I am to see you.

- What's this about?
- Well, we'll talk
about that downtown.

- I don't think so.
- [Pembleton grunts]

Whoa, listen, man.
You're on parole
for armed robbery.

You're backing up six years.

Now, you come with us
or, uh, you get violated.

- If you're gonna be that way.
- We're gonna be that way.

Come on, let's go.
You don't need no coat.
Come on, let's go.

Mike? Mike?

Mike?

Come on, Kellerman.
Where the hell are you?

A good, secure base,
that's the important thing.

Keeps it from toppling over.

How many kids you got?

[sighs]
Keisha's four, Tyreeka's eight.

Kids are great at that age.
[chuckles]

So are you, uh,

naming Kellerman
to the Federal Grand Jury?

Are you my lawyer?

'Cause if you ain't,

I'm not likely to say
a damn thing about it.

No lawyers, no fine print.

This is just, uh,
two cops here talking.

That means dink to me.

When all this started,
the Department cut me dead.

Are you naming Kellerman?

You so sure
Mike Kellerman is pure?

You so sure
he didn't take money?

Are you naming Kellerman?

I'll put it like this.
I'm looking at three to five.

The only way
to get out from under

is to give the Feds
what they want.

Are you saying that Kellerman
had his hand out?

- Is that what you're saying?
- Maybe he did, maybe he didn't.

But in any case, I name him

and I'm back home with my kids
in three years.

[suspenseful music playing]

Yeah. [chuckles]

Yeah, right. Uh-huh.

Okay, okay, bring what--
bring whatever you get.

Right. Hey, hey, hey!

[Judy] I'll pass it on,
and I thank you for calling.

That was Lewis calling
from Cummings' apartment.

They found one--
one box of ammo,

...38 ammo, but no gun.

Uh, they found two ski masks,
one green, one gray.

- But not orange?
- Nope.

Crime Lab just found
a single orange fiber

in the carpet of the Chevrolet.

So we've got evidence
of evidence,

but not the genuine article.

It's early. We're still looking.

Let's go get ourselves
a confession.

Rise and shine, Mr. Cummings.

Well, we've got a lot of work
to do today.

Do you recognize
this-- this paper?

- Yeah.
- What's it say?

- Now, you know what it says.
- I know I know what it says,

I know
Detective Bayliss here knows,

but we need to know
that you know.

- You know?
- So what's it say?

Read it out loud.

- You want me to read this?
- [Bayliss] Yeah. There.

Start with number one.

It says I got the right
to remain silent.

Pretty simple, isn't it?

That means if, uh,
you don't wanna talk to us,

you don't have to. What's next?

- Anything I say--
- Can and will be used
against you in a court of law.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Skip on to
the third one down there.

I got the right to an attorney.

- [Bayliss] Mmm.
- Uh-huh.

That's the one we want,
the one about the attorney.

Now, do you understand
what that means?

That means if you want a lawyer,
you can have one.

Someone who went to law school,

someone who even
passed the bar exam,

someone who
understands the system.

But you gotta think carefully
about this decision,

Mr. Cummings,
because without a lawyer,

you're going to jail for the
rest of your natural born life.

With a lawyer,
you might just stand a chance.

- What's Pembleton doing?
- We'll find out soon enough.

So what's it gonna be,
Mr. Cummings?

What's your decision?
You want a lawyer?

Can you afford a lawyer?
Justice is expensive.

Can you afford
to pay an attorney?

Hell no, man.

I want one of them
government lawyers.

- [Bayliss] Ah.
- Oh, a public defender.

Yeah, I got the right
to a public defender.

It says so right here.

Number four,

"If you cannot
afford an attorney,

one will be provided for you."

You want us to call you
a public defender?

- That's my right.
- [Bayliss] Absolutely.

That is your right. I'm gonna
make that call for you.

Wait a minute, I'm not so sure
that's a good idea.

He might be making a mistake,

you know,
considering the situation.

- What situation?
- Shut up, man.

Uh, you're right, Frank,
it could be a mistake.

- Big mistake.
- Yeah.

But it is his decision, right?

So if he wants me to call,
I'll call.

[Cummings] Yo, hold up, hold up.

You wanna tell me
why I'm making a mistake?

Because, Mr. Cummings,

because Meryl Hansen
is a public defender.

- Who?
- Meryl Hansen,
the woman who you shot dead

at that Mount Washington
bridal shop.

Man, I didn't shoot nobody.

[Pembleton] The woman
wearing the white dress?

The woman who was supposed to
be married this coming March?

She was a public defender.

Look, I done told you,
I didn't shoot nobody.

Yes, you did. Do you know how
many public defenders there are
in the city of Baltimore?

- Nintey-nine.
- [Bayliss] Mm-mmm.

No, sorry.
Make that 98, thanks to you.

Ninety-eight public defenders
in the city of Baltimore,

and each and every one of them
knew Meryl Hansen.

She was a respected colleague

and a devoted friend.

So knowing that,

do you think any one of them
wants to come near this case?

Do you think
that any one of them

is gonna step forward
to defend your ass?

[whispers]
You are beyond stupid.

Meryl always thought
the world of you, Maggie.

That son of a bitch in there...

I want you to get him.

He should die.

I want him to die.

[door clicks open]

[door shuts]

- [Cummings] Ed who?
- [Pembleton] Ed Danvers.

Ed Danvers is the toughest
Assistant State's Attorney
in Baltimore.

He is also engaged
to Meryl Hansen,

that is, he was engaged
to Meryl Hansen.

Now, I'm not gonna
bore you with the number

of Assistant State's Attorneys
in Baltimore.

The most important point
is that all of them know Ed,

many knew Meryl,
and each and every one of them

is begging
to prosecute this case.

Their friend's fiancée
was shot and killed.

They're hungry for revenge.

Yeah, so hungry, in fact,

that they're already
planning the trial.

They're, uh,
talking to witnesses,

they're consulting experts,

and they are gathering evidence.

And boy, oh, boy,
do they got evidence.

Exhibit A, one box
of .38 caliber ammunition,

half empty,
found in your kitchen cabinet.

Exhibit B, one single strand
of bright orange synthetic fiber

vacuumed from the back seat
of your '92 Chevy Corsica.

Exhibit C, one green ski mask

found on the floorboard
of that same Chevy Corsica.

And last but not least,
Exhibit D.

This is a diamond ankle bracelet

with the price tag still on it,

and this is the same bracelet
that was stolen

from Bromwell & Brown's
Jewelers in Pikesville

last Tuesday morning,

and it was found, of all places,

in your bedroom closet.

Now, what was it
doin' there, huh?

- I don't know.
- Oh, you better come up
with a damn good explanation,

because that hungry prosecutor,
he's bringing this evidence
into court

and he's asking
for the death penalty.

And when he does,
your public defender,

if you can find one,
she's not gonna pop up
and argue in your defense.

Oh, no.
She's closing up her briefcase
and waving you goodbye.

This case is closed.

The verdict is in.

You're going to death row.

I wanna make a phone call, man.

[Bayliss] Hey,
who'd wanna get a call from you?

I don't know, somebody, man!
Anybody.

But I ain't
talking to you no more.

No more.

[suspenseful music playing]

Ed, I thought
I could get a confession.

Doesn't matter.
We have enough to charge him.

Do we?
I wish we had stronger evidence.

We found the-- the ammunition
in the man's closet.
What more do you want?

The murder weapon would be nice.

You know as well as I do,
without one,

the ammo means next to nothing.

All right, okay, but
we've-- we've got the--

the stolen bracelet,
the ski mask.

Both link Cummings
to the earlier robberies,
not to the bridal shop.

- The orange fiber!
- Give me something
to match it against.

I can't build a murder case
on a loose piece of lint.

You know,
I've won cases on a lot less.

You wanna go ahead,
we'll go ahead.

I'm just telling you
we could get jammed.

So instead
we should just let him go?

Ed, no one is suggesting that.

Between the parole violations
and the robbery charges,

he'll be put away
for ten years at least.

Meanwhile,
I'll be working the case.

Once we get something solid,
we'll get Cummings,

we'll lock him up for life.

Life? I said he should die.

She's never taken a sentence
past life without parole.

What?

You've always been
against the death penalty.

So have you. So was Meryl.

He should die.

[tense music playing]

So what brings you
up here today, Al?

Old times, Commissioner.

Oh.

I like old times.

Well, I have a problem.

I could use your advice,
your help, maybe.

My help?

Well, we have a--

we have a history together.

[chuckles] Yeah.

And when I came to you
a couple years back

with a problem,
where was all that history?

- Well, that problem went away.
- Did it?

Well, as I recall, I asked you
to look the other way

on a very, very small matter,

and you, for some reason,

found my request
impossible to obey.

I did the best I could.

Congressman Wade was
an ally of this department.

We lost an ally
when Congressman Wade
lost the election.

I'm coming to you as a friend.

For what? From those old times?

From when you first
came on the Department?

Yes. My training officer.

- Mickey Shea. Oh, yeah.
- Remember?

Used to made me ride in the back
seat when we were rolling.

Said he didn't wanna share
the front seat with a nigga.

I wanted to kick
his fat Irish ass.

[laughing] Which is just
what he was going for,

'cause if you'd swung on him,
he'd bring you up on charges.

And you talked to him for me.

Yeah. I did, didn't I?

Kellerman.

Kellerman's problem is his own.

He needs somebody
to talk up for him.

Well, he's got you.

He needs somebody with weight.

He needs you.

There was a Captain's vacancy
in the Department

last year, wasn't there?

Homicide Unit,
Commanding Officer.

You had every right
to expect that promotion.

I didn't come here for me.

What do you think
of Captain Gaffney?

He is what he is.

A fat Irish ass.

I can deal with Gaffney.

I need you to help me
with-- with Kellerman.

Do you think
Gaffney's promotion was a--

was an accident?

No, you, uh...

You backed...

Gaffney for Captain over me.

Yeah.

He's my message to you, Al.

He's Mickey Shea all over again.

I shouldn't have come here.

I think you're too smart
to make that mistake again.

[officer] Hey, Mr. Danvers.

What brings you up here so late?

Just have to take care
of a little unfinished business.

- What the hell you want?
- What do I want?

[scoffs]

What do I want?

To kill you.

Only unlike you,
I don't have a gun.

I'm gonna kill you
the only way I know how...

through the law.

And it may take
the rest of my life, Julius...

but I came here
to swear an oath to you.

I will live to see you die.

[door clicking shut]

[seagulls squawking]

[Cox] So, how was Belize?

What?

I haven't seen you
since yesterday.

I kinda figured
you sailed off without me.

Isn't that what you wanted?

Hey, look, I don't know
what I want, okay?

But I-- I really don't think
that you do either.

I wanna go back to work.

There she blows.

Well, I got up this morning
to go to work

and I didn't get
halfway out the door

before a Federal Marshal
handed me this.

- They postponed the Grand Jury?
- Till mid-January.

So not only do I get to
spend the holidays alone,

but I get to spend them
not knowing whether or not
I have a future.

So where's your family gonna be?

St. Louis.

Why not go and see them?

[sighs]

I can't face my family.

I don't think I could
handle their kindness.

You should go to work, Mike.

I'll see you.

[knocking on door]

- Yeah?
- Hey, Ed.

What are you up to?

I've been reading
over my old files.

Martin Ulrich,

raped and assaulted
a 16-year-old girl, 1988.

Left her HIV positive.

We took a plea agreement

and sent him to Jessup
for nine years.

He was paroled in four.

I can still see her parents...

glaring at me at the sentencing,
wanting to rip my head off.

I can remember all that,

but I can't remember
the girl's name.

Karen Medynski.

I got so angry
with Maggie earlier...

and I'm furious with Pembleton
since he walked
on the crime scene.

'Cause I thought
they were indifferent,

and now I have to wonder
how many--

how many families
did I treat just the same?

How often I just put the job
first and the victim second?

We all do that, huh?

- Kinda have to.
- I didn't always.

[Danvers scoffs]

You know,
when I got out of law school,

I thought if I just--

if I just worked hard enough...

if I put in enough hours,
if-- if I won enough cases,

I could rid the world
of all the Julius Cummings.

And then somewhere
along the line, I just...

I forgot people's names.

Unless the case
was absolutely winnable,
I'd make a deal.

I'd-- I'd settle for less
so I didn't lose in court.

I'd compromise.

You know?
"We can't get first degree?

Let's go for second.

No second?
How about manslaughter?

Involuntary manslaughter.

What the hell,
put him away for a year or two.

Maybe when he gets out,
he won't do any more drugs.

Maybe he won't rape
any more children,
rob any more stores.

- Maybe he won't kill anybody!"
- Come on, no, don't do this.

Hey, hey, whoa! Shh!

- [Howard sighs]
- [Danvers sobbing]

[Danvers] Sorry.

- [Howard] Shh. Shh.
- Oh.

[sighs] I'm so sorry.

[Howard] Shh.

[*]

- Going home, Frank?
- [Pembleton] I'm tryin' to.

- Cummings in lockup?
- For the time being.

Conroy's gonna decide what
to drop on him tomorrow morning.

You okay?

When a commander
can't do right by his troops...

what good is he?

- [phone ringing]
- Hang on--
hang on one second, Gee.

Homicide, Pembleton.

In any man's army...

what good is he?

[mellow guitar music playing]

[thunder rumbling]

Danvers! Danvers!

Danvers. Hey.

Cu-- Cummings is dead.

I got a call
from Central Lockup.

He-- he hung himself in his cell

with-- with his shirt.

[lyrics playing]

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