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[Salerno] I found this
in the next room, Detective.

The rich lady's
Carol Bridgewell.

She's a volunteer
"advo-cayte" for the arts.

- Advocate.
- A career I could've had, huh?

Should've took better care of
your trust fund there, Brodie.

- [Brodie] I know.
- Sorry I'm late.

- What are you doing here?
- [Lewis] Come by to help.

- I didn't ask for any help.
- Speak to Gee.

Hey, Detective Lewis,
how's it going?

Hey, it's, uh,
Jeffy Jeff McGinn,
my favorite diener.

They let you off
from the morgue, huh,
no cutting today?

Well, Dr. Cox needed a hand,
so I came to help her out.

- Hey, doctor.
- [Cox] Hey.

[Lewis]
Nothing's missing, so I guess

we can rule out a robbery, huh?

We don't guess, Meldrick,
we hypothesize, we infer.

We extrapolate
from the evidence.

We do not guess.

Go easy on me, would you, Frank?

It's early in the morning,
I haven't had
my first donut yet.

This is no ordinary crack house.

[Pembleton] We got an
approximate time of death?

Right now, I'd guess
between midnight, and 4:00 a.m.

She didn't mean guess, though,
Frank, she meant extrapolate.

Blunt force
to the back of the head.

[Pembleton] We got a weapon?

Something heavy, a pipe, club.

Frank?

- [Pembleton] Salerno.
- [Salerno] Yeah?

[Pembleton]
Talk to the maid, find out
if there's anything missing

- from this fireplace set here.
- [Salerno] Gotcha.

Who do you guys think did this?

My best extrapolation,

Professor Plum, in the library,
with the candlestick.

[somber music playing]

[camera shutter clicks]

[theme song playing]

[music fades]

No forced entry.
No sign of robbery.

Mrs. Bridgewell was, uh,
a pretty big volunteer worker

with the Charles Academy
of the Arts.

Students had access
to the building,

maybe, uh, one of them did it.

I'm still inclined to go
with the nearest and dearest.

Carol Bridgewell
had a brother, Matthew.

I'd like to question him first.

- I, I, I, I, I.
- What's that supposed to mean?

We work the case, Frank.
What's-- what's
the "I" business about?

It's a figure of speech.

Teamwork, gentlemen. Teamwork.

Come on, man,
let's get outta here.

Hold on, man,
I'm just gonna grab a snack.

Forget about your stomach,
man, we got a case.

Okay, fine,
I get low blood sugar,

there ain't no dealing with me.

Come on, bring it, man.
Come on, man, come on.

Go, get your Pop-Tart, whatever.

Four years with a partner.

Four years, finally I'm alone,
free at last,

you gotta stick me with Lewis?

Thanks a million.

You're very welcome.

[office din]

[sighs heavily]

- [Bayliss] Hey!
- [Pembleton] Hey.

You still working
that Doe case?

- Yeah, yeah, a homeless guy.
- You working alone?

- Yes, I am, Frank.
- Gee didn't make you
partner up with anybody?

No. No, it's a loser of a case.

No witness, no motive.

So I'm working alone.
Why do you ask?

- No reason.
- Okay.

[Lewis] Bingo!

Meldrick.

Hey, Mikey.

How you doing?
You all right, you good?

- Yeah, good.
- Good.

- Yeah, what's up?
- [Kellerman] Nothing.

Look, I just, um--
[clears throat]

I just wanted to let you know
that I made an appointment
with someone,

you know,
just to talk things out,

so you know,
I got everything under control.

Yeah that's, um, good.

Yeah. Okay. I knew you would.

So, um...

I'm gonna go talk to Gee,
'cause I got some time coming,

I'm just gonna take
some vacation.

You should, you need-- you gotta
get some time like that.

So you'll cover me, right?

On Luther Mahoney,
and the Roh case?

Absolutely, yeah. Right.
Yeah, we'll take care of it.

Great.

[Lewis] So, um...

have a blast, right?

- Whatever.
- Yeah!

And get lucky.

- [McGinn] One...
- [camera shutter clicks]

- [McGinn] ...two...
- [camera shutter clicks]

- [McGinn] ...and three.
- [camera shutter clicks]

She's all set, Dr. Cox.

[Cox]
Great, let's get her prepped.

- Sure.
- What?

No, it's only-- I thought
Kessler was gonna take over,

'cause I'm--
I'm through at four.

- [Cox] What time is it?
- It's ten after.

How'd it get to be that late?
[sighs]

Yeah, Jeff, go ahead, go.
Go, go, go.

Where is Kessler, anyway?

I don't know.
He's probably got
car trouble again.

You want me to hang
'til he gets here?

I-- I could start
getting her undressed,

and start cutting her.

Could you, Jeff,
I would not ask you,
we are so far behind,

and Pembleton is going to start
screaming for the reports--

Enough said. Uh...

I like working for you, Dr. Cox.

[Cox] Hey, Billy, can you
give us a hand over here?

Besides,

a little overtime
never hurt the paycheck.

- Thanks Jeff, you're the best.
- All right.

[clock ticking]

We were at a fundraiser
for the Kennedy Krieger
Institute last night,

and afterwards,
several of us went back

to Carol's house for a drink.

- What time did you leave?
- [Mrs. Bridgewell] Oh, early.

Well, Carol and I had been
planning the event

for the past six months,
and I was absolutely exhausted.

It was about 11.

Was there anybody there
when you left?

Everyone left together.

We'll need a list of everyone

who was at the house last night.

[Mrs. Bridgewell] Certainly.

But you don't actually think one
of them killed Carol, do you?

No, we just need
to ask them a few questions.

Did your sister have
any enemies, um,

love affairs gone bad?

- Anything like that?
- Not that I can think of. No.

How about at work?
Down at the charities?

Carol was active with
the Charles Academy of the Arts.

Some of the kids there...

Every month,
another boy gets expelled

for bringing a weapon to school.

Knives, guns.

Was your sister
threatened in any way?

Not that she ever mentioned.

But my sister was naive.

So, some junior knucklehead
with a knack for finger-painting

spies Bridgewell's fancy clothes
and her jewelry and all,

and decides to make
a forced entry into her house.

I thought we decided
this wasn't a robbery.

To qualify as a robbery,
something needs to be stolen.

Yeah, well,
maybe Junior got jumpy.

You got a better idea there,
Frisky Frank?

Well, her brother
wasn't too broken up.

I wanna talk to all these people
who were at, uh,

Carol Bridgewell's house
last night.

Here we go with
the "I" business again,

"I want this, I want that."

You know, Frank, is this
your subtle way of telling me

that you don't wanna be
my partner?

Because I'm not
all that thrilled

with the situation myself.

I remember the last
time we worked together.

A bullet came out of the blue,
hit a woman in the head

in a supermarket parking lot,
you remember that one?

- And she just fell down?
- Right, right.

Yeah, if I remember correctly,
uh, I wanted to start

the investigation
in the Black neighborhood.

You objected, saying that
I was jumping to conclusions.

- I'm biased?
- Listen.

What, am I
the primary here or what?

Hey, that bullet didn't come
out of the blue.

It came out
of a white neighborhood, Frank,

and you were jumping
to conclusions, I'm not.

What your problem is,
you just can't admit
that maybe I'm right.

Well, you aren't right.

These kids have been
to the victim's house.

[Pembleton]
Well, so has her brother.

Let's go talk to this
Carol Bridgewell's guests.

Well, it's the same
old song, Frank.

Everybody who was at
the Bridgewell party
left at 11 o'clock,

and ain't nobody
seen anything suspicious.

- Who's next on the list?
- You mean who's last
on the list?

Last on the list
was Mr. and Mrs. Chandler.

And I say
it's about quitting time.

Okay, let's zoom on
down to the morgue

and see if Cox has dealt
with the autopsy.

No, no, no, wait, wait.

She said that
she was gonna page us

when she was done,
and ain't nobody paged me.

Now, come on, man,
I say you should go home

and hug your little girl
before she falls asleep.

- All right.
- Yeah, see?

Huh, you see how I compromised?

- What?
- I compromised.

We spent all day talking
to these people at this party.

We never made it over to
the Charles Academy of the Arts.

We're going there
first thing tomorrow morning.

- Did you say "we," Frank?
- Get in the car, man.

- No, you did, you said "we."
- You wanna go home or not?

That's teamwork, Frank,
huh, see how it works?

- It's a beautiful thing.
- [car engine revving]

[Mary] It's late.

[Pembleton] I'm so tired.

Felt good today.

What's that?

It felt like my gut was back.

You know what I mean, like a--

it was all for a purpose.

You know,
the months of desk work

and ordering pizzas,

and answering phones,

waiting for the gun test...

waiting to get my badge back.

And the first few--
few cases, you know,

I wasn't up to speed, but...

today, you know, hey...

[chuckles]
...I felt like myself.

- You know what?
- What?

Olivia played
peek-a-boo tonight.

- Peek-a-boo?
- Mm-hmm.

[chuckling] That new?

Yes, Frank...

it's new.

Well, good.

Is that all you have to say?

What do you mean?

[sighing] Frank.

Frank?

- Frank?
- Yeah?

I think we need
to talk to a marriage counselor.

What?

Things just
haven't felt right lately,

you know, and you--

Come on, come on, sweetie,
what--

what are you talking about?

You know, things--

things have never been better

between the two of us.

Is this about the peek-a-boo?

This is not
about the peek-a-boo.

This is about us.

I want us to go and talk
to a marriage counselor.

Well, okay, sweetie,
if you're upset,

I guess you should talk
to somebody.

[sighing]
But not me, I mean, I'm okay.

I never felt better.

[somber music playing]

[Pembleton] I love you.

You know that, don't you?

Peek-a-boo.

Peek--

Peek-a-boo.

Peek-a-boo, Livvy, peek-a-boo.

Huh.

Peek-a-boo.

Peek-a-boo, Livvy.

You wanna talk about it?

- What?
- My driving.

I hear your little sighs

every time I genuflect
at a stop sign.

Your wife,
she still at her mother's?

Nah, she's home.

- You two on speaking terms?
- Nope.

Not at all?

You know what women
got on us, Frank?

What?

They can hold a grudge.

Hmm.

I mean me, I get mad, I blow up,

it's over, bada-bing, right?

Barbara, she hangs onto stuff
for weeks, months.

[scoffs]
Like the sock situation.

What sock situation?

I roll the socks
up into a ball, right?

- [Pembleton] Right.
- Right. Yeah.

Well, she says
that stretches the elastic.

- She's a folder, right?
- A folder?

You know, she, uh-- she folds.

You guys talked about
going to marriage counseling?

- You been talking to Barbara?
- No.

- Watch the road, man!
- [brakes screeching]

You ever see a guy bring up
the subject of counseling?

- No.
- So whose side do you think
these therapists are on, huh?

I don't know why
people can't talk out

their problems
without bringing in a stranger.

- There's a reason
for that, Frank.
- What's that?

Bring in a therapist,

it's automatically
two against one.

And let me tell you
something else, Frank.

- What's that?
- Love spelled backwards...

is "evol."

- What?
- Yeah, E-V-O-L. Evil.

That-- that's not-- that's not
"love" spelled backwards,

it's "live" spelled backwards.

Cut me some poetic slack,
would you, Frank?

[students whispering]

[Pembleton] Hey!

[teacher] That one is a work
by one of Carol's students,

Ramone Sadhia.

This is, uh, Mount and Fayette.

What about
the students' backgrounds?

Our enrolment
is city-wide, Detective.

We have kids
from Roland Park in Guilford,

side by side with kids
from the worst city projects.

Carol didn't much care
where a child came from.

If she saw talent,
she gave her money, her time.

We're gonna wanna talk to some
of Mrs. Bridgewell's students.

- Can you get us a list?
- Sure.

[whispering] You might
want to start with him.

[whispering] Who?

[teacher] Dontae Cleveland.

He's very talented,

with an artist's temperament
to match.

Yeah, I got suspended, so what?

You got suspended
for threatening Ms. Bridgewell.

That bitch jumped into my face,

so I told her to back off,
that's all.

So what exactly
did she jump in your face about?

She was trying to tell me
what's art,

and what's not.

- [Pembleton laughing]
- She's your teacher.

You ever think that maybe
she was just trying

to school your young ass?

Look, I don't need
some rich white lady

telling me what to paint.

Just because she's got a lot of
expensive art in her house
means she knows more than me?

- So you've been
to Mrs. Bridgewell's house?
- Yeah, once.

But I had enough,
I knew what she was about.

What was she about?

Trying to be
some mother or something.

Take care of us poor,
underprivileged students.

She didn't really care about us.

All she wanted to do was
show us off to her rich friends.

I don't really
miss that at all, for real.

- Hey, all right.
- [Brodie] Come on, now.

- Here we go, dude.
- [Munch] I'm a hungry man.

Yeah, where is it?
Is that you? Nope.

- Oh, yeah, this is you.
- Ah, provolone and onion.

Bland and zing. Soft and crunch.

The yin and yang
of sandwich fillings.

- [Brodie] I got you the extra
onion like you asked for.
- Thank you, Brodie.

Only a man
with no woman in his life

eats extra onion for lunch.

- Lieutenant.
- Oh, great.

It's a salad, no dressing.

No dressing?

That's what you asked for.

- I got you a lemon.
- A lemon?

[Lewis] I'll run a list
of Carol Bridgewell's students
through the system,

see what turns up.

Get out of town, man.

The only thing
you got on these kids

is some of them
grew up in projects.

No, Frank, at least
one of 'em didn't like her.

Now, I'm gonna check the records
and-- and run their juvie cards.

- Suit yourself, okay?
- That's exactly right,
Frank, I will, I'll suit myself.

Do I smell the acrid aroma
of squad room discord?

The breakdown
of the collaborative process?

Because I'd hate to think

that two of my carefully
matched detectives

are finding lumps
in the honeymoon mattress.

Reassure me...

of all the progress
the two of you have made.

- Everything's fine.
- Good.

"Fine" is good.
I like hearing "fine."

It's almost as good
as hearing "arrest."

- Pembleton, the ME Lab called.
- [Pembleton] Uh-huh?

They're finished
with the Bridgewell autopsy.

Hey, hey, hey,
autopsy, Lew, let's go.

Autopsy! [clapping]

I'm right behind you, Frank.

[mellow music playing
from radio]

Hey, you got the effects
for the Bridgewell case?

- Yes, bagged and ready.
- Great!

[laughing]
Never had music in here before.

Yeah, it keeps things moving.
You-- you don't mind it, do you?

No, no, no, no, no.
I-- actually, I like it.

- [McGinn] All right.
- Can't really
dance to it, though.

Ah, dancing music.
You want dance music?

- Tomorrow, we bring the Ramones
and we raise the dead.
- [Cox laughing]

What's the word
on Carol Bridgewell?

[Cox] What we have
is severe blunt trauma.

We've got 12 to 15 major hits
to the head and upper torso,

six of which
could've been the lethal blow.

Then we have a vast
array of contusions.

I'd say the killer
was seriously angry.

[Lewis] Hmm, and the weapon?

Well, some of the injuries
are suggestive

of a flat object
with a curved side.

Others show a solid edging,
like, say--

- A small shovel.
- From a fireplace set.

Eh, not bad, guys.

Yeah, we actually
do this for a living.

- Hmm.
- [Pembleton] Any defense wounds?

Yeah, you've got two torn nails
on the right hand.

I took scrapings
of skin and blood,
and you find your man,

I'll put money down
that he's scratched.

Okay, so the victim
was killed with something

already in the house,

by an otherwise
unarmed person in a rage,

who continued to hit her
after she was past caring.

She knew her killer,
and she knew her students.

Let's go talk to the brother's
wife again, alone.

- You got some goodies for us?
- Yeah, Jeff!

Give the customer his groceries.

[McGinn] Oh, yeah, okay.

Clothes and shoes are here,
valuables are here,

and blood, bile, urine samples

and, yeah, nail scrapings.

- Got my French fries in here?
- Uh, take care.

Hey, you guys get a suspect,
you let me know.

I'll rush DNA testing.

We'll see if we can
get a match, all right?

[Lewis] Pleasure
doing business with you.

[Cox] Happy hunting, boys.

[Pembleton] Mrs. Bridgewell,
you told us before

that all of the guests
left around 11 o'clock.

Is there any chance
that you could've, um,

missed someone,
someone who was left behind?

[Mrs. Bridgewell]
Mmm, I don't think so.

But, uh, you should ask
my husband.

Perhaps Matthew saw somebody
when he went back.

He went back?

Well, yes,
he'd forgotten his briefcase.

He and Carol had been discussing
the inheritance that afternoon.

And, um,
after he dropped me off,

he went back to get it.

Well, why didn't you
mention this before?

I don't know, is it important?

How long was your husband gone?

I'm not sure, actually.

I fell asleep as soon
as my head hit the pillow.

Did your husband
get along with his sister?

Oh, yes, well,
Carol was sort of a free spirit,

and Matthew
didn't always approve,

but they were very affectionate.

They didn't have any problems,
there were no fights,
no arguments?

[Mrs. Bridgewell] Well, yes,
over their mother's estate.

Um, she died last fall.

They argued over money?

Oh, no, no, not money.

It was over
the sentimental items

that they couldn't agree on.

You know,
antiques, jewelry, and such.

Matthew and Carol
loved each other,

but when it came
to their mother's possessions,

they behaved like children.

Where's your husband right now?

He told me he was
going back to the office.

We tried his office, his broker,

the health club,
the country club,

the-- the funeral home

where they're making
arrangements for his sister.

The guy's nowhere he's supposed
to be, I like that.

I got a warm feeling
for Mr. Matthew Bridgewell.

Just because
we can't find the guy

don't mean he's guilty
of something, Frank.

- What?
- Yeah, his sister
just got whacked.

Maybe he's up
on some mountain top, huh?

Talking to Yogananda
about the oneness of stuff.

He's a squirrel, man!

I want Matthew Bridgewell
in The Box.

- I wanna talk to him
for a long, long time.
- Here you go again. I, I--

- I wanna know where he is,
what he's doing, right now.
- It's all about you, Frank.

[Matthew]
What kind of an outfit
do you run, Lieutenant?

Naomi!

You, gentlemen,
have some explaining to do!

See, no diamond ring.
I want my diamond ring!

Are you sure your sister was
wearing that particular ring?

I am sure,
because Carol always wore it.

I told her
to keep it in her safe,
it was a family heirloom,

but she would not listen to me.

There's no record
of a diamond ring here.

It wasn't catalogued
with the other effects.

Someone must've taken it.

What are you saying,
Mr. Bridgewell?

The most valuable
piece of jewelry

my sister had on her body
just happens to be missing?

- Some cop stole it.
- You don't know that, sir.

Please, everyone at the party
saw the ring on her finger.

Now, you want a lawsuit?
Believe me, I can provide one.

There is a possibility
the ring was misplaced.

- We'll simply have
to do a thorough search.
- I'll wait.

In the meantime,
Mr. Bridgewell, we have a few
more questions for you.

- [Matthew] About what?
- We know you're preoccupied
with your sister's jewelry,

but we're still trying
to find out who killed her, sir.

That's my main concern,
of course.

Of course it is.
You want to step this way
and get comfortable?

This way, sir.

That's Matthew Bridgewell,
isn't it?

Picture's in the paper
almost every other week.

Sportsman, philanthropist,
millionaire, murderer.

Frank, do you remember seeing
the diamond ring on her finger?

- That ring in particular, no.
- Howard.

Have Munch double-check
Evidence Control,

ME's office, review Brodie's
film of the crime scene.

See if the diamond ring
is on her finger.

You got it, Gee.

I don't think there's gonna be
any ring on that tape.

I think Mr. Bridgewell knows
exactly where that ring is.

He took it himself,
when he killed his sister.

Why come to the police
accusing us of stealing a ring?

That's exactly what I'm going
in The Box to find out.

My father had this ring made
at Bromwell & Brown in 1961.

Three diamonds,

one from each of my
grandmothers' engagement rings,

plus my mother's
diamond set in 18-carat gold.

It cannot possibly be replaced.

So, it wasn't the money,
it's the sentimental value.

- That's what
I've been saying, Detective.
- Frank, this ring is important.

- It's part
of the family inheritance.
- [Pembleton] Mmm.

Your mother passed away
last fall, Mr. Bridgewell?

I don't remember
telling you that.

We had a conversation
with your wife, actually.

She didn't tell you?

Of course she did,
she tells me everything.

Good, then you also know
she told us you went

to your sister's house
after the party, alone.

[sniffs]
Yes, I'd forgotten my briefcase.

[Pembleton]
You and your sister talk
about anything in particular?

What my sister and I
talked about

doesn't have anything
to do with her murder.

We're trying to determine
your sister's state of mind.

Perhaps that might
generate some lead in this case.

We know from your wife
that you and your sister

disagreed about the inheritance
from your mother.

Carol and I disagreed
about a lot of things.

- But that subject
didn't come up last night?
- No, it did not come up.

Let's talk about
that afternoon, then.

You took your briefcase with you
when you went to the house.

Were you discussing
the inheritance then?

It was simply
a business discussion.

A business discussion that
may have ended in an argument?

The reason why we're, uh,
asking these questions, sir,

is because we found
something interesting

in your sister's autopsy.

We found scrapings
underneath her fingernails,

blood, skin.

Now, if we match
the blood under her nails,

we figure
we've nailed her killer.

And maybe the blood
got there some other way.

Maybe, uh,

she scratched somebody
a-- accidentally,

or maybe, uh,
there was an argument.

I don't know
anything about that.

You don't, by chance,
recall your sister

accidentally scratching you last
night, do you, Mr. Bridgewell?

[Lewis]
You don't have any scratches
on your body, do you, sir?

Something minor?
Something maybe you didn't
notice until this very moment?

I think
I should call my attorney.

- That's your right.
- Absolutely.

Of course, you do that,

that automatically makes
our relationship adversarial.

We're gonna have to get a search
warrant for your person,

we're gonna have to get a search
warrant for your house--

I think I'd like
to call my attorney now.

- [Lewis sighs]
- [Pembleton] You know,

there is one thing
that still bothers me.

What's that, Frank?

You come here,

accusing the cops
of stealing your ring.

Yet, when we interviewed
you earlier,

you implied
that it was one of Carol's
students that killed her.

How can you be so sure
the diamond ring
was still on her body?

I mean, if it was some tough kid
that knocked her off,

don't you think
he would have taken her ring?

Have a seat, sir.

You're gonna get a chance
to call your lawyer,

but he or she's gonna come down,
meet you here.

Wait a minute.
You cannot hold me.

[Pembleton] Oh, yes, we can.

We got plenty
of business to take care of.

Drawing blood,
checking you for scratches.

[drumming on table] You're gonna
be here for a while.

Besides,
you might want to stick around

to see if maybe that
diamond ring gonna turn up, huh?

[tense music playing]

[Pembleton] Matthew Bridgewell
killed his sister.

He's our man.

Yeah, that's a case
of sibling rivalry

that got out of hand,
I knew it all along.

If we find the diamond ring
in his possession,

we know we got him.

Well, Munch is still
over at Evidence Control

looking for the ring,
and so far nothing's come up.

Of course not,
Bridgewell's just putting on

a big show,
he's always had the ring.

You really think one of
the richest men in Baltimore's

gonna kill his own sister
over a lousy diamond ring?

- That surprises you?
- It's an act of symbolism.

That ring signifies
a mother's love.

You know,
the longer I do this job,

the more convinced I am
that everything boils down

to your relationship
with your mother.

It's terrifying, but it's true!

You don't see me
with a kid, do you?

[mellow music playing]

[song lyrics playing]

Come on, Ed,
don't insult my intelligence.

We can place
your client at the scene,
at the time of the murder.

We know he'd been
arguing with the victim

about their inheritance,
plus DNA tests prove

that your client's blood was
under the victim's fingernails.

Carol Bridgewell accidentally
scratched her brother

when he was helping her
move a piece of furniture.

How come your client didn't
tell us that in the interview?

Because he was being harassed.
He was being falsely accused.

He did the smart thing.

He shut up and called his lawyer

before you detectives
could twist his statement

into something it wasn't.

Yeah, we didn't twist nothing, okay?

He killed her. You killed her!

[lawyer]
Do you have a murder weapon?

No, we don't.

There's also the matter
of Carol Bridgewell's
diamond ring

that hasn't been recovered,
has it?

- [Pembleton] No, it has not.
- It was obviously
stolen by her killer.

The motive is clear,

Carol Bridgewell
was murdered during a robbery.

This was a crime of passion.

A burglar wouldn't have
continued to bludgeon her

after she was already dead.

Well, it depends on the burglar.

I understand your detectives
have a list of Carol's students.

I'll bet you can find
some real suspects there.

Right now,
your evidence against my client

is purely circumstantial.

Well, strong enough
to take it to the Grand Jury.

Hey, you take it
anywhere you want.

There's a diamond ring
missing from the scene.

The murder was a robbery.

That constitutes
reasonable doubt.

Even if we go to trial,
you'll never get a conviction.

So, if you'll excuse us,

my client and I are leaving.

You, uh,

let me know
if you want to press charges.

- [door click closed]
- What next?

Can you prove
that ring was on her finger
when the body was found?

Brodie videotaped that body from
every angle but the one we need.

There's no clear shot
of the woman's left hand.

Now, the uniforms didn't
mention it in their statement,

we didn't find the ring
in the woman's house,

and it wasn't entered
into the evidence catalogue.

We searched Bridgewell's house,
his office,

his safe deposit box,
there's no ring.

Well, without that ring,

we could all end up
with egg on our faces.

[Danvers sighing]

I'll bring the evidence
we have to the Grand Jury.

Okay, let's go talk to Salerno.

He was the first on the scene,
maybe he saw this damn...

diamond ring.

Salerno doesn't remember
the ring, either.

Of course not.

You know, as much
as I hate to say it,

you think somebody could have
stolen it from the scene?

[Lewis] What, like a uniform?

- Oh, it's been known to happen.
- Hey, I-- I'm kidding, Sarge.

A patrolman comes on the scene,

and finds a dead guy
with a couple hundred dollars
in his pocket,

maybe the stiff
winds up in a morgue

a couple twenties light,
that's been known to happen.

But not-- not jewelry,
that's evidence.

A cop ain't gonna mess
with evidence.

You know, I had
a case last month, Malloy,

the parents were looking for
their daughter's ankle bracelet.

It wasn't with her effects.

I thought
it'd just been lost, but...

And Stepapolis had a case,

it must have been
a couple of months back.

Guy's Rolex was missing.

Family put up a bit of a stink.

Is there a connection,
same reporting officer?

I don't know,
same reporting officer,

someone from the ME's lab?

Huh.

So what makes you so sure
it's one of my crew?

It's just as likely that
one of the uniforms at the scene

- took the jewelry.
- We're checking that out.

But you don't think
it's a cop, do you?

The last place
you'd look is in the mirror.

We have a missing diamond ring
in the Bridgewell case.

The suspect's lawyer
is trying to turn the murder
into a robbery,

so if we find the ring,
he has no defense.

All these thefts took place
in the last three months.

Oh, since I've been Chief,
you mean.

[Lewis] No, nuh-uh,
look, we know you've been making

a lot of changes
around here, hiring new staff.

We just want the names
of the most recent, that's all.

Mm-hmm, yeah, I'll look into it.

What does that mean?

I think it means
I will look into it.

If there's a thief
on my staff, believe me,

you guys will be
the first to know.

Is there anything else
on your mind, guys?

'Cause I've got
a lot of work to do.

[tense music playing]

[knocking on door]

Brodie?

[Brodie] Oh, yeah.

[Cox] Hey, can I talk to you
for a second?

Sure, Dr Cox.

Oh! Hey.

Hey.

Um, I was wondering...

- I need you
to put a camera in my lab.
- Hmm.

There's a possibility
that somebody's been

stealing personal items
off the victims.

Oh, is this about that, uh,
missing diamond ring?

Yeah, yeah. Um...

I have a feeling
I know who it is,

I just don't want
to accuse anybody

until I have further proof.

Sure, video surveillance.

- That's-- that's legal, right?
- Yeah, absolutely.

Audio, forget about it,

'cause conversations
are Constitutionally protected,

but video's no problem.

- Great. Good.
- Mm.

So you'll--
you'll help me out, right?

Yeah. I need gear.

- Gear?
- Spy gear.

[Brodie grunting]

The owner of the spy shop
called those two Mutt and Jeff.

Here we go, got it.

He said, if installed correctly,

they give you 100% coverage
of any given room.

- Spy shop, huh?
- Yeah.

You ever get any
real life spies in there?

No, mostly double-income couples

trying to keep an eye on nanny!

We live in a cynical,
distrustful,

paranoid world.

[office din]

Oh, hey, Mary.

You're, uh--
you're looking for Frank?

- He's not here right now.
- Actually, I'm looking for you.

Can we talk for a few minutes?

Yeah, sure,
why don't you have a seat.

Alone.

Oh, sure. Um--

How about right in there,
The Box?

Well, all these years of,
uh, listening to Frank

telling you about his day,
you know, this suspect,
that suspect...

interrogations in The Box.

Yeah, this room
is such a big part of his life,

I've just never been inside.

Well, it's not really some place
you want to take your wife.

[chuckles] But I bet you
he has spent more time in here

than he has
in his own living room.

I don't know about that.

Well, sure, I mean,
when you count up the hours.

Oh, come on, he's probably spent

more time with you
in the last couple of years,

not counting sleep,
than he has with me and Olivia.

Uh, well...

But that's not why I'm here.

[chuckles]
I'm not here to complain

about Frank's dedication
to his job.

Um, I came down here
to ask you a favor.

Anything.

I want you to go back
to being partners with him.

Mary, I...

Look, uh...

he's not gonna ask you himself.

- Yeah.
- You know Frank.

But, uh,
I can tell, he misses you.

He needs somebody.

I don't even know what happened

between the two of you,
he didn't tell me.

I don't know
if it's a fight or what.

Oh, it was
nothing like that, really.

[Mary scoffs]

- He thinks everything is fine.
- Yeah.

I mean, in his mind, um,

he's recovered,
he's back on the job.

You know,
he feels like himself again.

And, uh, I'm glad,

being a homicide detective
is who he is.

I'm just not so sure being
a homicide detective's wife

is who I am.

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[Brodie]
There's your thief, right there.

Would you like to see more?

No, I think I've seen enough.
Thank you, Brodie.

Right.

Wow, I really liked him, too.

[Brodie] I'm sorry.

Yeah, so am I.
I seem to have a habit
of liking the wrong people.

- Yeah.
- Thanks, Brodie.

[door clicks open]

Hey, Dr. Cox.

I got this--
the next customer prepared.

Thanks, Jeff.

Hey, I wanna thank you
for all the overtime
you've been putting in.

Oh, it's not a problem.

Oh, well, you know,

this job isn't high
on the satisfaction scale.

Well, it definitely beats

dressing stiffs
at a funeral home. [chuckling]

Yeah, but still, you know,

you're mucking around
in body parts...

blood and guts...

a dirty job,
that nobody wants to do.

For what?
A lousy 20 grand a year? Oof.

Barely pays the bills, right?

Mmm. [chuckles]

And yet you keep coming in...

day after day...

working hard.

And you do it well, Jeff.

- Thanks.
- No complaints.

Everybody else around here,
they bitch about their salary,
but not you.

You seem to find doing
a good job compensation enough.

How did you know it was me?

[McGinn sighing]

It's that diamond ring, right?

I knew I shouldn't have
taken that ring.

I mean, a ring like that,
somebody's gonna notice, right?

Somebody's gonna make
a big deal out of it. [chuckles]

- Where is it?
- I don't know.

I sold it.

That ring could interfere
with a murder investigation.

The killer might very well go
free because of that ring, Jeff!

I never meant
for that to happen, Dr. Cox.

Are you willing to testify
you stole it off the body?

Yeah.

I guess this means
I don't have a job anymore.

Oh, yeah, you got that right.

Dr. Cox,
I'm not hurting anybody.

These people are dead,

they're not gonna miss
their jewelry.

I'm not a criminal,
it's just a--

it's just a watch here,
a few bucks there.

It's just to make ends meet,

to get a couple
of extra CDs, or--

uh, maybe just,
you know, take my--

my girlfriend out
for her-- her birthday.

You know, what?

What are you telling me, huh,

that I'm not entitled
to those things?

Because I didn't go
to school like you,

and I wasn't smart enough
to go to college?

Because I don't come
from a rich family?

I trusted you, McGinn.

And I did a good job,
you just said so yourself.

[McGinn scoffs]

No, Dr. Cox,
could you just wait?

Dr. Cox, I'm s-- I'm sorry,

I-- I know I shouldn't
have taken the ring.

- [door click closed]
- Dr. Cox.

[Lewis] No diamond ring.

- [Pembleton] Where's my ring?
- I said, I don't know.

Where's the diamond ring?

I mean, I don't know.
I pawned it.

Which pawn shop?

Triple Bar, on Charles Street.

- [Pembleton sighing]
- Hey, Detective Lewis--

Hey, give it a rest,
would you, McGinn?

Thanks for your help, Doc.

Dr. Cox,
I meant what I said before.

I really liked working for you.

[tense music playing]

So, you didn't find
the diamond ring?

Uh...

the pawn broker suddenly
got a case of amnesia.

The ring is probably broken up
and halfway to Brussels by now.

And what about
Matthew Bridgewell?

Well, Jeff McGinn
is willing to testify

that he took the, uh-- the ring
off the dead woman's hand
in the morgue.

And, uh, that,

plus the DNA evidence
that she scratched her brother,

we're gonna take it to trial,
see where it goes.

Yeah, Matthew Bridgewell's
fate is in the hands

of the Maryland state
judicial system.

We have taken care of the order,
the law is up to Danvers.

Well, congratulations.

Yeah, and I'll tell you
something else.

Me and Frank actually
got through this case,

and we're still
speaking to each other.

I'm not speaking to you.
I'm here for the club sodas.

- [jazz music playing]
- [Lewis sniffing]

You smell something?

- What?
- [Lewis] You smell it?

Oh, Bayliss! What?
I gotta do everything
around here?

- [Bayliss]
I don't smell anything.
- [Lewis] Oh, man!

Oh, my God!

Bayliss, you're gonna burn
the whole place down.

Yeah, getting pretty late.

[Lewis shouting, muffled]

Meaning what?

I don't know, I mean, uh,

Mary's probably
waiting at home for you, hmm?

I can take care of my marriage.

Okay, Frank.

I'm getting outta here,
Mary's probably waiting for me.

- Hey, Frank, uh--
- What?

I just want to say
that I think that us

not being partners,
I think that that's, uh--

that's a good thing,
that's a good thing,

but, you know,
nothing's written in stone.

- No, it isn't.
- No. So, uh...

if you wanted a partner again,
you know, just on, uh...

a couple of cases in the future
or something like that,

we can talk about it, that's it.

I just want to say the subject's
not closed, you know.

You are absolutely right.
You and me partnering up
together was getting stale.

It was getting old.
We knew each other's moves.

This is better
for the police work.

Yeah. Okay, Frank.

[Pembleton] Good night.

- Good night.
- [Lewis] Bayliss!

- What?
- What?

- [bell ringing]
- [Cox clears throat]

Hey, Julianna.

[Cox sighs]

We've gotta stop meeting
like this.

Have a seat.

No, I'm just gonna get
something to go.

Well, you can have a seat
while you're waiting.

[Cox clears throat]

Thanks.

- I thought you were on vacation.
- I am.

I'm having a vacation
in Fell's Point.

Can't beat the BLTs.

- BLT?
- Mm-hmm.

Um, yeah, I'll have
the same to go, thank you.

- [Cox clears throat]
- Bad day?

What, am I that easy to read?

- You want to talk about it?
- Uh, no, not really.

- Okay.
- We do live in a cynical,
distrustful world, don't we?

You and I, we are pretty
cynical and distrustful, right?

Well, I'm a homicide detective,

of course I'm cynical
and distrustful.

And yet, you know,
I cannot help thinking

that we have to keep expecting
the best out of people,

otherwise,
yeah, I'm gonna go nuts.

Do you want to tell me
exactly what happened?

Oh, it's-- you know,

somebody let me down,
somebody I trusted, that's all.

Wow, am I a lousy
judge of character!

Well, yeah,
you went out with me.

[Kellerman clearing throat]

Yeah, well, I guess I...

expect too much,
you know, what is that saying?

"Expect nothing
and you won't be disappointed--"
what is that?

Oh, so what are you saying,
you should expect less?

Yeah, maybe I should,
maybe I'd be happier.

- You know what?
- What?

Happiness is overrated.

[server]
Miss, your order's ready.

[Cox sighs]
I'll see you 'round, Kellerman.

- Hey, Julianna?
- What?

Don't lower your expectations.

You know, someone's gotta keep
the standards up around here.

Yeah.

Hey, hey, hey, how are my girls?

- [Olivia cooing]
- Oh, you're in a good mood.

Yeah, why wouldn't I be?

I didn't know
what time you'd be home,
so I didn't cook for you.

- Hmm.
- We got some frozen dinners.

Oh, don't worry about it,
I'll find something.

Hey, hi-- how you doing?

- Hi, hi, yum, yum.
- [Olivia cooing]

- Yum, yum, mmm!
- [Mary chuckling]

Apple sauce, yummy! Yummy!

Peek-a-boo.

- So, you see that counselor?
- [Olivia coos]

- Peek-a-boo.
- No.

I decided
there wasn't any point.

- [Olivia coos]
- Mmm.

Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo.

Well, that's good, I mean,
what's a counselor

gonna tell you
you don't know yourself?

[Pembleton gasping]

Peek-a-boo.

[gasps] Peek-a-boo.

Peek-a-boo.

[*]