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Well, it appears to be
a suicide.

[Munch] Appears to be?
It is a suicide.

I mean, is there anything
around here to indicate to you

that it isn't a suicide?

Just because something isn't
doesn't mean it is.

Brodie, you're starting
to sound like Munch.

- I resent that remark.
- So do I.

I would love to stand around
all night listening
to you fellas bicker,

- but I got a lot of work to do,
so can I have the body?
- [Munch] The body?

- You want the body?
- [Cox] Yeah, I want the body.

- Take the body. It's all yours.
- [Cox] Thank you.

- Name?
- [Munch] Nick Bolaentera.

- [Cox] What?
- [Brodie] Where's
the suicide note?

They don't always leave
suicide notes, okay?

- [officer] Detective Munch?
- [Munch] Yeah.

According to the landlady,
this apartment is being leased

to a college student
named Alan Shack.

- So this is Shack's shack, huh?
- Alan Shack, I know him.

- Alan? Alan Shack?
- Yeah?

- I'm J.H. Brodie.
- Yeah?

- I mean, I know of him
from around campus.
- How's that?

Well, I go to grad school
at the university.

Only since I've
been working Homicide,

I have to cut down
on my workload, so...

Oh, that's fascinating.
I gotta go. Thanks.

I just wanna say that
I'm really sorry about what
happened to Nick Bolaentera.

Yeah, thanks.

- He was your roommate, right?
- What, what, what? Are you
with the housing board? What?

- No, I'm just curious.
- Be curious somewhere else, man.

Munch, this guy-- I mean,
Alan Shack, he's really--

- He's really bad news.
- Bad news how?
Like rotted donuts?

Or bad news that
there's a Patriot missile
heading for Baltimore?

No, he's a hustler. I mean,
he sells answers to tests,
essays, and he sells drugs.

Brodie,
I'm not the hall monitor, okay?
And I don't work Narcotics.

Bolaentera committed suicide,
ergo,

Alan Shack's extracurriculars
don't interest me, okay?

- All right.
- All right.

[theme music playing]

- [phone rings]
- [Giardello] Homicide.

[indistinct chatter]

Get outta here!

- [knocking on door]
- Yeah?

[door opens]

- What are you doing?
- What do you mean,
what am I doing?

I'm dusting.
What does it look like?

[Pembleton]
Since when do you dust?

Ever since the boss has
replaced my cleaning crew.

You ever noticed, Frank,
in the past two months

the quality of cleaning
in this building
has gone to pot?

I have noticed that the johns
are a little more grungy.

I know it stinks
cleaning toilets,

but if that's what you do,
and you get paid, you do it.

- Am I right?
- [Pembleton] Absolutely.

Gee, I need to take
some time off today.

- [Giardello] For what?
- [Pembleton] It's personal.

Well, I never was one
to get into my detectives'
off-duty lives.

That's always been the bulwark
of your leadership,
my esteemed lieutenant.

- Is Bayliss gonna cover for you?
- Actually, I asked Kellerman.

- You and Bayliss getting along?
- We get along,
we're just not working together.

- Want me to speak to him?
- No.

Whatever problems
you two are having,

just remember one thing...

all we are is dust in the wind.

I had no idea
you were a Kansas fan.

I called Bolaentera's parents
in Kentucky,

and I told them
their son iced himself.

I hope you did it with a little
more sensitivity than that.

I-- I did. They asked me
about funeral arrangements,

so I gave them my brother
Bernie's phone number.

I don't think I can be
more sensitive than that.

Does anyone know
where Brodie is?

I don't know, and I don't care.

So, Inez, you-- you, uh,

used to go out with Alan Shack,
didn't you?

Yeah. Don't remind me. Creep.

You haven't talked to him
or seen him

since that thing happened
at his apartment, have you?

- [Inez] What, the suicide?
- Yeah.

No. But I have heard
he's been bragging.

- [scoffs]
- [Brodie] Bragging?

Yeah, a friend of mine
in his English class says

Shack was saying that
he was there when Bolaentera
shot himself.

Says they were playing some
sort of Russian roulette game.

- Russian roulette?
- [phone ringing]

Homicide. Go ahead. Okay.

- Sarge, we're gonna need
some help on this one.
- What do you got?

Warehouse, 1638 Wilcoma Cove.
Explosion. Guy got killed.

- Mike, what are you doing?
- I'm checking over my horoscope.

You go with Bayliss, huh?

- You sure you want me with you?
- Yeah, sure, why not?

I don't know, uh,
last time we worked together,
you were kinda snarky.

- Snarky?
- Yeah, snarky.

You know, from the Ancient
Greek meaning "butthead."

[Miano] So, why don't you
tell me how the two of you met?

- Why?
- Well, we have ten minutes
before she gets here.

We might as well
fill the time with something.

- So, where did you meet?
- New York City.

No, I mean specifically.

The Great Lawn in Central Park.

I was playing volleyball
with my friend,

she was having a picnic
with hers.

I fell into her potato salad.

She makes
fantastic potato salad.

And you were how old?

I don't know.
Graduated police academy.

24?

And how soon afterwards
did you actually sleep together?

I beg your pardon?

You were attracted to each other
physically, weren't you?

- Yes.
- And intellectually?

- Yes.
- Spiritually?

Yes.

Um...

that first moment, um...

when she was wiping the potato
salad off my face, I knew.

She was so beautiful.
Is. She is so beautiful.

How would you describe the sex?

Why do you gotta keep
asking about the sex?
This is not about sex.

- What isn't?
- This. Whatever this is.

Well, if it's not about the sex,
what is it about?

- I don't know. Ask her.
- [Miano] I did.

- And she said...
- Said to ask you.

[laughing]

Ooh, boy!

Well, you do have
an angry laugh.

Oh, I-- I-- I admit it.
I'm-- I'm angry.

[Miano] At me or at her?

At me for even coming down here.

[suspenseful music playing]

[clattering]

This is a mess. There are
some serious explosives here.

Of course, I'm not gonna
know anything until we get
all the pieces back to the lab,

but my eyeball guess is, uh,

we're looking
at a high-order detonation.

[Bayliss] Uh-huh, would you say
this bomb was set by an amateur

- or professional?
- I won't know till I know.

You got a name on the victim?

Yeah. Aloysius Kuntz. That's K.

K-U-N-T-Z.

He was a warehouse manager.

[Bayliss] Well,
he was clearly blue collar.

I mean, he maxes out at what?
27,000 a year?

Why would anyone
wanna blow him up?

Oh, it could be the wife
who caught him two-timing.

Or maybe it's the wife
who's two-timing him.

[Bayliss] Nah, in that case,
he would have called in

the friendly neighborhood
hitman, not a bomber.

- [Kellerman] Well,
it could be a drug thing.
- [Bayliss] Terrorists?

Kuntz doesn't exactly sound
like the name of a member
of the Hezbollah.

[Bayliss] No, but how about
the Freemen of Montana?

[Kellerman] Look, the ATF
and FBI are on their way.

[Bayliss] What, those whackos
from Waco, they're on this?

- [Cox] Hey, you guys.
- [Bayliss] Hey, hey, Julianna!

You know this guy,
Eugene Hannigan here?

- Oh, hey, Gene. How are you?
- Dr. Cox.

You are looking particularly
lovely this morning.

Thanks, Gene. So are you.
You gotta stop sleeping
in your street clothes, though.

Oh, boy! I just love bombs.

They make the autopsies so easy.

Got something for you.

Found an ear.

Friends, Romans, countrymen.

Ear today, gone tomorrow.

You guys are so sick!

[tense music playing]

Mary is thinking of leaving you.

- To go where?
- Away from Baltimore.

She's never liked Baltimore.

She's always considered it
a sleepy little Southern hamlet,

- struggling to be
a world class city.
- [Miano] Is she right?

- Baltimore is a brown town.
- [Miano] Meaning?

Full of brown people.
Run by brown people.
I know Baltimore.

- Baltimore is in my blood.
- Is that why you came here?

I'm here because NYPD was never
gonna give me what I wanted.

- Which is?
- Advancement.

To Homicide?

- She's not leaving.
- I hope you're right.

No, she might go to New York
for a while and see her folks,

- but she would never dream
of taking my child from me.
- You mean not permanently?

This is her parents
talking, it's--

[Miano] Oh,
so you don't like her parents?

Her parents don't like me.

Especially since we decided
to move south.
I took their little girl away.

How do you think Mary feels
about the bad blood
between you and her parents?

How do you think Mary feels
about the bad blood

- between me and her parents?
- [Miano] I think it adds
to her sense of isolation.

Oh, her sense of isolation.

Mary's been visiting you
for I don't know how long.

And every time she comes home
from these sessions,

her head is filled
with nonsense phrases
like "sense of isolation."

You're not doing her any good.

Instead of being happier,
she's more miserable,

more upset, more confused!
You gotta do something!

- What would you like me
to do, Frank?
- Help her!

You know what, Frank?
Maybe that's why you're here.

To help her
and to even yourself.

You know what it's like?
It's like
what happened after the stroke.

[laughing]

I know you wanted to get better,

but you couldn't do that
until you could admit
to yourself

how truly debilitated
you had become.

If you take the word therapist
and you split it half,
you know what you get?

The rapist.

- [speaker beeps]
- [receptionist] Dr. Miano,
Mrs. Pembleton's here.

Oh, goody, goody gumdrop.

- Brodie, you're a gnat.
- Shack was there when the kid
shot himself, all right?

He left the crime scene.

So maybe he was broken up
over seeing his friend
commit suicide.

I talked to Shack, all right?
He wasn't broken up.

- You've gotta bring this guy in.
- [Munch] Based on what?

Something that you heard
someone say they heard something
who overheard somebody?

That's, like,
seven degrees of separation.

He shouldn't have
left his apartment.

Why do you have
such a lump in your crow
over this [indistinct]?

What, did he sell you
some bad Nirvana bootlegs?

Whatever. Never mind.

- Kay, can I ask your advice
on something?
- Shoot.

All right, let's say
that you had an instinct

that something
wasn't exactly kosher,

and the other person
that should also have
that instinct doesn't.

Who's instinct would you trust?
Yours or his?

All right.
What's Munch done now?

I didn't say anything
about Munch.

I just saw
the two of you talking.

- What's up?
- If I tell you, he'll kill me.

- I'm gonna kill
that little worm.
- [Howard] No, you're not.

You're gonna go out, you're
gonna follow up on the case.

What case?
It's a suicide, Sarge.

The ME found massive amounts of
cocaine in Bolaentera's system.

So he decides his life was
meaningless while he was high
and he killed himself.

- So what?
- Brodie says Shack sells drugs.

If Shack gave Bolaentera
the coke and that led to
the suicide, he may be involved.

And Brodie heard that
Bolaentera and Shack were
playing Russian roulette.

If so, again,
he may be involved.

We have no proof they were
playing Russian roulette.

John, there were
two sets of fingerprints
on the gun Bolaentera used.

Shack probably
handed the gun to him!

There were five bullets
left in the chambers.

You only use one bullet
when you play Russian roulette.

- What, it's a game
you play a lot?
- [door opens]

What y'all doing in my office?

We needed a quiet place
to talk, sir.

[Giardello] Well,
don't be sitting on my desk.

I just got through dusting.

When we first got together,
we made love all the time.

All over the place.

You know,
we'd be walking along real slow,

and then, all of a sudden,
there we'd be.

I mean, one time we made love

under the dining room table
in my parents' house

while they were upstairs asleep.

Well, it's perfectly natural
over a period of time

for the frequency of sex
to diminish a little.

It's not the frequency,
doctor, it's the...

the, um, intensity.

- You know why that is?
- Why is that, Frank?

When we first got married,
we waited to have children.

Then when everything was right,
when our careers
were in place, uh...

we tried.

We tried and tried.

Then we began to frequent
doctors, fertility specialists,

who, like you,
felt the need to ask us

all sorts of questions
about our sexual habits.

They poked, they prodded.

They gave us triptychs
to conceive.

They suggested, uh...

possible positions.

Angles of entry.

Sex turned from a glorious
act of love into...

geometry.

It didn't have to be that way.

It doesn't have to
be that way now.

I mean, Frank, we have our baby.
We have Olivia.

But you--
you're still treating sex

like you do your job.

You're detached.

Mary, I have never stopped
wanting to make love to you.

Make love to me,
Frank, or with me?

Look, it-- it-- it wasn't me
who started to sleep faceout.

I turned my face out
on the pillow because
you weren't there anymore.

Mary, I-- I-- I had a stroke

and the blo--
the blood pressure medications,

and you know the--
you know the side effects
that's had on me.

Oh, come on, Frank.

You disappeared
long before the stroke.

Okay, so that's my fault, too?

- No--
- Is that what you wanna hear?

Is that what you wanna hear?
Okay.

- Everything is my fault.
- Frank.

Okay? There. There.
No, no, no, no, no, no.

Let's do a litany
of the sins of Frank Pembleton!

Number one, I have a penis.

- How I perform.
- Oh, God.

How I am satisfied,

how I satisfy the woman
I make love with

directly affects
how I feel about myself.

- You know what--
- Number two.
Number two, I had a stroke!

In less than 60 seconds,
I was reduced

to a groveling mass
of gray matter.

I became totally dependent
upon you to feed me,

to clothe me, to wipe my ass.

How-- how-- how sexy am I
supposed to feel after that?

How attractive to my wife
am I gonna be after
something like that?

I will never
have you wiping my ass again.

So I'm being punished
because I was there for you?

What? I should've left you
lying in your own crap?

Maybe, maybe, maybe. Maybe, yes.

[sighs] Number three...

What is number three, Mary?

...on the list of the sins
of Frank Pembleton.

- Well, I'm all out.
- I can think of one or two.

- Fine, then we'll start
on your list.
- Good. Fine.

Pride. Too much damn pride.

- I'm proud of my pride.
- [Mary scoffs]

[laughs]
You didn't used to be like this.

- Yes, I was, Mary.
Always. Forever.
- No. No, no, no.

When I-- when first met you,

you-- you believed in things
other than yourself.

- Like?
- God.

Oh. Oh, the great light show.

God got you through your stroke.

No, God, as usual,
was in the next county

making hurricanes
and hunchbacked babies!

You see what I mean? This is
exactly what I'm talking about.

You know, Frank, it bothers me
that you lost your faith,

and it bothers me
that you belittle mine.

Why constantly bring it up?

I want our daughter
to be baptized.

[sighs] I have put this off and
put this off

in hopes that, you know,
you would come around,

- but you're never gonna
come around, are you, Frank?
- It's a lie, Mary.

- It's a lie.
You want me to lie to Livvy?
- No.

You want me to pretend
to be something I'm not?

What kind of respect
will my child have for me

- if I-- if I don't stand up
for what I believe?
- Or don't believe.

What do you believe in now,
Frank, now that
you've blown off God?

I believe in justice.
I believe in life.

You-- you believe in Homicide.

- Mary, it's the same thing!
- No, it's not.

And you know something?

If our daughter should die

outside of the state of grace,

I will never forgive you.

[melancholic music playing]

- Where are you going?
- You don't wanna be here, Frank,
and neither do I.

Mary, I really don't think
you should leave.

- Well, there's no use.
What's the use?
- Mary, don't leave.

Thank you again, Doctor.

[tense music playing]

Why don't you stay, Frank,
and we can talk?

I'm done talking.
Talk has only made things worse.

Okay, we've done backgrounds
on Aloysius Kuntz

and his family, friends,
and business associates,

and he's just your average Joe,
he's got no enemies.

- No one had a reason
to kill him?
- Well, not that we can find.

And certainly not to the extreme
of sending him a bomb.

Maybe the bomb was meant for
someone else in the warehouse.

Yeah, we're gonna check on
everyone else who works there.

- Ah, talk about a needle
in a haystack.
- You got a better idea, Michael?

See, this
is you being snarky, Timothy.

Do we know
who owns the warehouse,
what it was used for?

Yeah, one, uh, Gerald Ramondo,

and he's a legitimate
business guy who transports
electrical parts.

Hey, Gee,
we're heading into The Box

to talk to Alan Shack
on the Bolaentera case.

- Bolaentera suicide.
- [Howard] Whatever.
Come on, Munch.

- [Naomi] Bayliss, line three.
Officer Hannigan.
- [Bayliss] Okay.

What about the ATF and the FBI?
What are they doing?

They're doing
what they usually do.
They're trying to exclude us.

- [Bayliss] You're kidding?
- Thank God it's their red ball
and not ours.

- [Bayliss] Okay, okay,
be right there.
- [Kellerman] What's going on?

There's been another bombing.

[suspenseful music playing]

- We appreciate you coming in.
- Yeah, did I have a choice?

- Nice shirt. Expensive.
- It's Nautica.

You pay for that
with your student loans?

No,
I have very generous parents.

[Howard] Oh.

Where were you when Nick
Bolaentera killed himself?

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

What time did he kill himself?

Between 2:00 p.m. and 5:00 p.m.

[tuts] I went a whole bunch
of different places.

- One of them being home?
- No.

- Bolaentera a friend of yours?
- No.

If he wasn't a friend,

what was he doing
in your apartment?

Hmm?

You get a lot of strangers
dropping by when
you're not around,

blowing their brains out?
[chuckles]

We talked to his parents,
teachers, classmates.

According to them,
he was jumpy, nervous,

but he wasn't despondent.

So if he weren't depressed,
why do you think
he did what he did?

Sergeant Howard,
you are one tough chick.

- I like tough chicks.
- [Howard] Ah!

You and I should do lunch
sometime, huh?

- Oh, baby, yeah.
- Ooh, baby.

- You were right, Brodie.
He's guilty.
- Yeah, but of what?

How about we start
with him being a jerk?

Well, if that were
a punishable crime,
Brodie would be doing life.

Hey, Shack could've faked
Bolaentera's death
to look like a suicide.

No, according to the lab,
there was powder residue
on Bolaentera's hand

and the blowback from
the position of the weapon

are consistent with
a self-inflicted wound.

Yeah, well, the way
Shack's behaving in there,

there's gotta be more to it
than that.

Well the odds say
he's dealing drugs on campus,

he's not gonna open up to cops.

All right, we go back
to the university,

we find the person
Shack was bragging to

that Brodie's friend's
friend overheard.

I already tried to. No luck.

Nothing personal, kid,
but we're detective pros,
and we'll find him, all right?

- I know you will.
- You're welcome to
come with us, though.

No. I have things to do.

- What about Shack?
- We got nothing on him.
He's free to go.

Hey, cut Shack loose, please.

- [Giardello] Frank?
- [Pembleton] Yes?

- [Giardello] You're back.
- Yeah.

- Well, how did it go?
- It?

Everything, you know,
what you had to go and do.

It went great.
Life is harmony. I gotta pee.

Well, the deceased's name
is Kenneth Patrick Corcoran.

I know that name.
He's an attorney, huh?

Not anymore. So, is this
the same kind of bomb?

- It looks that way.
- Damn!

[Kellerman]
So we've got a repeater?

Either that
or a coincidence, yeah.

What we gotta do is figure out
who the dead guy
from this morning, Kuntz,

and this Corcoran here
knew in common,

and why they want 'em
pulverized.

- Mmm. Maybe this will help.
- [Bayliss] What's that?

[Hannigan] Korean character.
Looks like it was
part of the device.

What's it stand for?

- Do I look Korean?
- Eh, no.

[Kellerman] Wish I could
remember where I recognized
that guy's name.

[eerie music playing]

In Baltimore, Maryland,
two bombs have exploded

in the last 24 hours,
killing two men.

The Baltimore Bomb Squad,
the ATF, and the FBI
have joined forces

to find the person
or persons responsible,

but at this hour
they're not certain

whether the two bombings
are linked.

[reporter]
The first explosion went off
very early this morning,

killing a Baltimore
warehouse manager.

The second bomb
killed a prominent
Baltimore defense attorney.

- We'll follow this story
as it continues to unfold.
- Hey, what's up?

Hey.

Your funny little friends
from Homicide have been asking
a lot of questions about me.

Well, they're detectives.
They ask questions.
It's what they do.

I mean, it's genetic.

Let me tell you something,
Brodeye.

They got nothing,
and they won't get nothing.

- That's a double negative.
- Yeah, so is this. So is this.

What? What? Go ahead.

Nah. I like you.

- Hey, give my bud here a Bud.
- Hey, no thanks,
I don't wanna drink with you.

[song lyrics playing]

I'd be careful
walking home tonight.

[*]

- [thudding]
- [Brodie groans]

- [suspenseful music playing]
- [metallic clanking]

[Lewis] Hey, howdy, partner.

- I saw you on TV
earlier on today.
- [Kellerman] Yeah?

- [Lewis] Yeah.
- How was my hair?

- [Howard laughing]
- [Lewis laughing]

Mike, do you have any leads yet?

I have spent the entire day
with the FBI and the ATF,

the Baltimore Bomb Squad
and the Arson Unit,

and the ever snarky Tim Bayliss.

I'm hoping that
the bomber's next victim

- is me.
- [Munch] Ouch!

Anyone ever figure out
what that Korean letter means?

Honor.

So you're looking for
an honorable bomber, huh?

Yeah, I guess so.
Well, I hate red balls.

You know, if you go
to your urologist,
you can get that cleared up.

- [all laughing]
- Hey, hey, Dr. Cox.
Welcome, welcome, welcome.

Yeah, what a night.
Just got a speeding ticket.
Thank you.

Congrats.
Sit down, have a drink.

- Yeah, then you can go out
and drive some more!
- [laughing]

Wild Turkey, please.
Straight up.

- [Lewis] Coming at you.
- Double.

- [Lewis sighs]
- [Cox] What are you drinking,
Munch?

I'm having what I had
for breakfast.

- Oh, Munch, Munch, Munch!
- [Cox laughing]

[Munch] Well, you know me.

The cemetery just called in.
They delivered
my father's headstone.

My mother wants me
to go out there
and check the spelling.

So?

So I don't wanna go.

[Kellerman] But I thought
you liked cemeteries.

- You know, peace and quiet.
The sense of infinity.
- [phone rings]

[Lewis] I got it.

Yeah, well since he died,
none of that
makes sense anymore.

- Brodie's at Mercy Hospital.
- What the hell happened?

- Somebody beat him up.
- [whispering] Oh, man.

Well, don't look at me.
You guys are my alibi.

[Giardello] I thought
you were going home.

Were you happily married?

Yes. Very.

- You think you still would be
if your wife hadn't died?
- What?

Do you think your wife would've
eventually had enough of you

and walked away?

I never thought about it before.
I don't want to now.

Did she have a job, your wife?

Nah. She raised up three kids.

Did she resent your job?

No, she, uh,

worried about the long-term
effect it would have on me

and the potential danger.

- And she hated the times
when it kept us apart.
- Yeah, of course.

Why?
You and Mary having problems?

Just a little snag is all.

See, Mary can't see
why I love my job.

She can't see
that what I do is a calling,

and she is a very
successful lobbyist
down there in Washington,

but that's not a calling,

that's salesmanship.

- She's passionate about
the causes she fights for.
- [Pembleton] Oh, yes.

But she can leave her job on
I-95 before she even gets home.

Mary can, um... [sighs]

...Mary can forget.

You know, sometimes I wonder
what it'd be like to have a job

where I'm paid more
to care less.

Mary pulls down a nice salary.
Better than mine.

Oh, you're lucky
to have two pay checks.

Oh, yes, I'm a lucky man.
I'm a lucky, lucky man.

- I'm cold.
- Me, too. Let's go inside.

What we do down here
is important.

[melancholic music playing]

We speak for those who can...

no longer speak for themselves.

I was a cop
when she first met me.

I never lied to her about that.
I never lied to her.

[Pembleton sharply exhales]

Hey, Brodie! You okay?

- [Brodie sniffling]
- Oh, hey, hey, hey. [hushes]

- You all right?
- He broke my camera.

[Howard] Hey, forget
about the camera, huh?

- How's your head?
- It's hard.

[chuckling] Who was it?

- It was Shack, Alan Shack.
- [Howard] You saw him?

No, but it was him! It was him!

All right, I-- I'll pick him up,
but you've got to make
a positive ID, huh?

- Hmm?
- I can't, I didn't see him.

- How am I gonna charge him?
- That's okay.

I-- I've figured out a way
to get him to come clean.

I've figured out a way
to get him to tell us
what really happened.

[Kellerman] Oh, jeez!

- [horn honks]
- What are you doin'?

You know, there's no point
in which the lives
of Aloysius Kuntz

and Kenneth Corcoran's touched.

- Corcoran was a lawyer.
Maybe he represented Kuntz.
- No, no, no, I checked.

He didn't.
He didn't even represent
someone against Kuntz.

Look, yesterday two guys
received similar packages

filled with similar explosives.

- There's got to be a connection.
There's gotta be.
- I-- I agree.

- [horn honking]
- Come on!

Hey!

- I'm outta here.
- Where are you going?

I'm gonna be in court all day
on the Middleton case.

- Yeah? Have fun.
- A barrel.

[sighs]

- [horn honking]
- Come on!

Well, you're the primary
on these bombings.
What do we do now?

- We hide.
- [Kellerman] Hide?

[Bayliss] Yeah, yeah,
hide, hide, hide, go.

We're about to meet the press.

Hey, Sergeant, I've read
Sky King here his rights,

- haven't I?
- Sky King?

Go on, sit down.
Make yourself comfortable.

You like videotapes?
I love videotapes.

I rent them all the time.

I hate going out
to the movies here.

And I don't care
what Francis Ford Coppola says,

Apocalypse Now plays better
on the small screen.

Well, Detective Munch,
what we have here
is better than Apocalypse Now.

More revealing than
America's Funniest Home Videos.

Because what we have here
is the perpetration
of a criminal act, huh?

Honest to God real crime.

See, unbeknownst to us, Alan,
our colleagues in Narcotics
have been on your trail.

[Howard] Apparently,
they were about to arrest you

for selling illegal
chemical substances
to your fellow classmates.

- What?
- [Howard] Yeah.

- [Alan scoffing]
- [Munch] They set up a camera
across from your house.

[Howard] Surprise, surprise.

Here you are, Alan,
coming home after a hard day,

hitting the books
and pushing coke.

That's a spiffy car
you got there.

Not much happens here
for a while.

Why don't you fast-forward,
Sergeant, and get
to the good stuff?

[tape whirring]

All righty, Alan.
Now you pay close attention.

Not so much to what you see,
as what you hear.

[gunshot]

You were in the apartment
when Bolaentera died.

Can't deny it any longer.
Wanna tell us what happened?

[scoffing]

I want a lawyer,
but I wanna make a deal.

[Howard] Gonna have
that lunch date in Jessup, huh?

- Colonel Barnfather's not happy.
- Uh-huh, well, he's never happy.

- [Giardello] I'm not happy.
- Oh!

Make me happy, Bayliss.

Find the bomber
and find the bomber now.

Well, we've got
three city units,

we've got two federal agencies
working simultaneously together.

Something's gotta give
I would think--

- I did it. I connected the dots.
- [Giardello] What dots?

Between Kuntz and Corcoran.

I started going through
all of Corcoran's old cases,

I mean, I knew
I recognized this guy's name.

He was defense attorney
for William Lawless.

Lawless? Who's Lawless?

- He's the shooter
who killed Tomo Roh.
- Roh? Who's Roh?

A Korean grocer who was giving
Luther Mahoney a hard time

for selling drugs at the corner.

So Mahoney hires Lawless
to kill Roh

and then he hired Corcoran
to get Lawless off,

which he did,
the son of a bitch.

What does that got to do
with the other guy?

Kuntz was the jury foreman.

Well, let's go talk
to Tomo Roh's family.

It's just his wife
and his son Ben.

[Giardello] My guess
is the son is out for revenge.

Should we call
our compatriots at the FBI?

- [Bayliss] Later.
- [Pembleton] Hi, Mary.

Yeah, I've been thinking
about what you said,

about Livvy dying without grace.

Yeah, I'm willing to go through
with the baptism.

Okay, you set it up,
and I'll be there.

Okay. I love you, sweetie.

After my husband was murdered,
Ben was very depressed.

And how did he react when
William Lawless was set free?

He got very angry.
I tried to calm him down.

- He would not listen.
- Where's Ben now?

Working.

He delivers packages
for Unified Delivery.

[Bayliss] Kellerman!

[suspenseful music playing]

Kellerman!

Kellerman, who else
worked the Lawless case?

Who else would Ben Roh
consider responsible

for his father's killer
being set off scot-free?

Danvers was the prosecutor,
and Aandahl was the judge.

Okay. Call Hannigan.
Tell him to the get bomb squad
down to the courthouse.

I just remembered something.
Meldrick's there right now.

Julianna's there, too.

- [Ben] Hi.
- [woman] Hey, how you doing?

- All right.
- [woman] What you got there?

I have a delivery here
for Judge Aandahl.

Okay, she's in court right now,
but I can take that.

- Okay. Can you sign for it?
- [woman] Yeah, sure.

- [Ben] Right by the X.
- Okey doke. There you are.

- [Ben] Thank you.
- Wonder what it is.

Maybe
it's a Valentine's Day present.

- Looks like a big one, huh?
- [suspenseful music playing]

- [Cox] Lewis?
- [Lewis] Hey, there, Bones.

Hey, what,
are you here testifying
for the Middleton trial?

- Yeah. You, too, huh?
- [Cox] Oh, yeah.

[Lewis] Well,
you might as well sit down.

- We're gonna be here
for a while.
- No, no, no. No.

Danvers said he needed me
at three o'clock
and it's three o'clock

They are in there
arguing some motion or another.

So, we have to wait
because they're arguing?

- [Lewis] Yep.
- [sighs]

Worst part of testifying
is the waiting.

Well, that depends
on who you're waiting with.

[suspenseful music playing]

but he was using more
than he was selling
to the tune of about five grand.

I told him
if he ripped me off again,
I'd kill him.

But coke fiends,
they just don't listen.

So, I got home,
and he was desperate for a bump.
He was jonesing so bad.

So bad he'd have done anything.

I told him
that I'd give him some

after we played
Russian roulette.

And so I handed him the gun
and said, "You first."

[laughs]

What I didn't tell him
was that there were bullets
in every chamber.

[laughing]

How's your head, Brodie?

- Better than yours.
- [laughing]

[suspenseful music playing]

[*]

I don't know.

I don't know
why I don't wanna go
to the cemetery

and visit my father's headstone,
I don't know.

I guess I just can't accept
the reality of his death yet.

Speaking of reality,
what's going on with you
and Kellerman?

- Nothing.
- Oh, come on, Julie C.

- Don't snow me!
- What?

Who-- who was it
that had me racing around town
all last week,

chasing after him and
his two knucklehead brothers?

You yourself said on the dock,
"I don't know why I care
for the guy."

Well, I don't know why I care
about the guy, all right?

He's such a jerk half the time.

Yeah, right. Yeah, yeah.
We slept together once.

And this is how screwed up
it is, all right?

- Then we go out on a date.
- [Lewis chuckling]

We've been sniffing around
each other ever since then.

I don't know, I like the guy.
He's-- he's complicated, though,
I'll tell you.

And he's been going through
some rough times lately,
you know?

Yeah, well, so have you.

Yeah.
So have you, from what I hear.

How's that going with your wife?

Yeah, well, it's, um...

better.

Good.

So then Sergeant Howard
and Detective Munch
convinced Shack

that the tape
was from Narcotics,

but actually I shot
the whole thing yesterday.

- [Giardello laughing]
- I waited all day
for the guy to get home.

- And the gunshot?
- I added the gunshot
in the editing room.

A big gamble. Remind me
never to play poker with you!

- [Brodie] Okay.
- Nice work, kiddo.

- [Brodie] Thanks.
- Come on, Munch.

- We'll finish up that paperwork.
- [Giardello] Munch?

- Yes, Gee.
- Don't you have something
to say to Brodie?

[Munch]
Something to say to Brodie?
Something like thank you?

I don't think so.
He helped me put one down.

He didn't give me his
Tito Puente record collection.

Hey, Brodie, look,
don't let him get you down, man.

Look, you did good.

- Did I?
- [Giardello] Yeah.

You know, Lieutenant,
when you offered me this job,

I was really happy, and, uh,

even though I've had
my share of mistakes,

I can honestly say that
I've done the best job I can,

but these--
these detectives, you know,

they don't wanna
give me any credit.

They don't wanna
give me a break, you know?

I've been here
over a year and a half,

you know,
and they're making fun of me.

They treat me
like I'm a little kid.

What do you want me to do?
Order them to love you?

Send out a memo saying,
"Please be nice to Brodie"?

If you want their respect,
you're gonna have to earn it.

- You understand what I'm saying?
- That's what I'm trying to do.

- Try harder.
- That's your advice to me
is try harder?

That's my advice.

[suspenseful music playing]

- Hey!
- [Cox] What?

- Today's Valentine's Day.
- [Cox] No, it is not. It is?

I used to get so excited
about Valentine's Day.
See how many cards I'd get.

See if I'd be in heaven
or heartbroken.

- See if Ian Durham sent me one.
- [Lewis chuckles]

Of course, that was all
in the sixth grade, but...

Hey, Valentine's Day
ain't nothing
but a Hallmark holiday.

Just an opportunity
for mega corporations
to make mega profits.

- No, Saint Valentine
is a real saint.
- [Lewis] Oh, come on.

What, some guy running around
with a bow and arrow,

shooting lovers in the heart?

- Please.
- [Cox] Yeah, that's Cupid.

What's the matter with you?

- You know what I'm gonna do?
- [Cox] What?

Hold this.

I'm gonna go to the payphone,

and I'm gonna order up my wife
some flowers.

- Very smart move, my friend.
- [Lewis] Mm-hmm.

You ought to do the same
to Kellerman.

Yeah, I don't think
he's a hearts and flowers
kind of guy.

I'll send him a marlin!
[laughing]

Dear parents, you have come here

to present this child
for baptism.

By water and the Holy Spirit,

she is to receive the gift
of new life from God
who is life.

You must make it
your constant care

to bring her up
in the practice of the faith.

See that the divine life,
which God gives her,

is kept safe
from the poison of sin

to grow always stronger
in her heart.

[muffled shouting]

[man] Out of the way!

Get out of here now!

- Get out now! Go! Go!
- What is going--

Look, come on! Get out of here.
Leave, leave! Just come on!

Did Judge Aandahl receive
any packages
in the past two days?

Yes, she's got one
on her desk right now.
Wait, what's going on?

[Hannigan] Check Ed Danver's
office for a second device,

then sweep
the entire courthouse.

[*]

Olivia, I baptize you
in the name of the Father,

- of the Son, of the Holy Spirit.
- [crying]

[explosion booms]

Mary, Mary!

- [Mary] You're late.
- I-- I got hung up on case.

I know. I'm sorry.
I-- I didn't mean-- I'm sorry.

- I--
- Here, will you hold her?

Hey, baby.

Frank, I'm going away
for a while,

and I'm taking Olivia with me.

That's-- that's not right, Mary.

Livvy's my child, too.

If you really
believed that, you...

Look, if you really acted like
that, I wouldn't be leaving.

I mean, you love the idea
of being a husband and a father,

but you don't
actually wanna be one.

I mean, you're more comfortable
with the guys,
standing over a corpse,

than changing
your baby's diapers.

Mary, you-- you and Livvy--

you and Livvy
are important to me.

But not as important, hmm?

You were hellbent
on recovering from that stroke,

but not because of us,
but because you wanted
to get back out on the street.

- That's not true, Mary.
- Yes, it is.

[Pembleton]
Mary, please, listen--

Look, Frank,
we have nothing more
to talk about, okay?

At least not until
you can admit that...

you care more
about dead strangers

than you do
about your own family.

[Pembleton] That's not true.

That's not true, Mary.
That's not true.

[Kellerman] Hello.

Everyone stand by.

[man over radio]
Is that our boy?

104, 223,
let him get clear of the van.

- [Kellerman] Go!
- [intense music playing]

- Get on your knees!
Get on your knees!
- [Bayliss] Get on your knees!

Put your hands
on top of your head!

I'm proud of what I've done.
I've defended my father's honor.

Get up! You know what?
You dishonored your father.

Why didn't you blow up
Luther Mahoney?

I was saving him for last.

[gentle music playing]

[song lyrics playing]

[*]

[theme music playing]