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[Brodie] I'm glad Bayliss
wasn't there.

For once I get to sit
in the front seat.

Don't get used to it.

[scoffs] I won't.

- So where do you think
Bayliss went?
- I don't know.

Maybe he had
a doctor's appointment.

- He might have.
- Maybe he's got
a new girlfriend.

He might have eloped
with Madeleine Albright.

I have no idea
where Bayliss went.

- I don't care.
- See, that's just it.

I-- I think you do care.

The next time I get a call

and Bayliss is not around,
that's it.

I'm not wasting any more time.

I'm not listening
to any more excuses.

I'm not partnering
with him ever again.

- Yeah, right.
- Excuse me?

You guys are going to
go on like this forever.

- It's the nature
of your relationship.
- Really?

When things are good
for you two,

you're the best of partners.

Frank and Timmy.

Then the bickering starts,
and you guys split up,

then you get back together,
then split up,
and you get back together.

What are you getting at?

It's just not healthy,
it's dysfunctional.

- Dysfunctional?
- Yeah.

On the way home,
you're riding in the back.

[loud honking]

[indistinct chatter
over police radio]

- Dr. Cox.
- [Cox] Good morning.

The body's inside.

- It is not pretty.
- Why? What's the damage?

From the neck down, TV-PG.

- And from the neck up?
- Oh, TV-M all the way.

As in for mature audiences only?

He's got no face.

- No face? Come on!
- I kid you not, Brodie.

He barely has a head.

It was totally blown apart
by a shotgun blast.

Which makes it, oh, so easy
to get a clean ID!

Let's hope our headless wonder
had a wallet.

You might wanna check
with Officer Denys.

I think I saw him pull one
from the coat pocket.

It's his first shotgun suicide.

Okay. Well, get in,
start shooting, Brodie.

- The guy's head is blown off?
- Yeah.

Don't step
on any bone fragments, okay?

So you found
a wallet on the body?

- You found a wallet?
- Yeah.

It was in his coat pocket.

- Okay. You gonna be okay?
- Yeah.

Son of a bitch.

It's Beau Felton.

[tense instrumental plays]

[theme music plays]

[static crackles]

[indistinct chatter over radio]

- [phone ringing]
- [man] Homicide.

[Gaffney] I hope
you're proud of yourself, Al.

- Captain?
- You've taught us all
a very valuable lesson.

Which is?

Never underestimate
the power of the written word.

Your letter caused quite a stir
in the Mayor's Office.

And I never got a response.

[laughing] Oh, yes, you did.

I think exactly the response
that you were looking for.

It's my guess
the Mayor read your note,

carbon copied the Commissioner,
US Attorney's Office

and they're looking into
your allegations as we speak.

From what I hear,
Harris' days are numbered.

- Is that right?
- Sure.

You've undone three decades
of service with a single page.

Let's just make sure
that letter's your last.

What?

I don't want to
read about this in The Sun.

I don't want to see it on TV.

You've got what you wanted.

If the Mayor's Office
says they're going to handle it.

Let's let them handle it.

Quietly.

I knew you'd understand.

We should grab lunch
sometime, Al.

Just the two of us.

- Did you see this?
- [Lewis] What?

There was a memorial service
for Luther Mahoney yesterday.

- 300 people showed up.
- Well, sure.

They all wanted to
make sure he was dead.

[laughter]

"Lines formed
outside the Mahoney Youth Center

as friends
and neighbors gathered

to honor a man
they still viewed as a leader."

Give me that.

"'There were many sides
to Luther Marcellus Mahoney,'

said the Reverend Reginald Howe.

'While we reject and denounce
his criminal activities,

we must at the same time,

recognize his countless
good works.'"

Yadda-yadda.
What a load of crap!

Mahoney's dead.
He ain't coming back.

That's all that matters.

This guy kept

half of Baltimore
hooked on heroin.

He's responsible
for how many overdoses,
how many murders?

And now he's being
held up as some kind of hero?

Well, I don't know about you,
but to me that matters.

- Where's Giardello?
- Hey, Frank.

I need to talk to Giardello,
have you seen him?

He was in the doorway
a second ago.

What took you so long, I thought
you had a straight up suicide?

It was a suicide,
it just wasn't straight up.

Beau Felton blew his head off.

[tense instrumental plays]

Better find out where he's been
hiding out for the last year.

I haven't heard a word
since he resigned.

What about the ex-wife?

Judy's trying to track her down.

Kay, when was the last time

you and Beau spoke?

Kay?

You got bombed again
last night, didn't you?

No, I did not get bombed.

You're disgusting,
I can smell it from over here!

You have a responsibility
to this job and to me.

And right now,
you're a liability.

So why don't you
just take off, huh?

Go have yourself another drink.

- [Giardello] Kay?
- Hmm?

When was the last time
you spoke to Beau?

Um, when he quit the department.

We went across
the street for a beer.

I was surprised
how well he was taking it.

He talked about spending
more time with the kids.

He wanted to
get back together with Beth.

Maybe it wasn't Beau?

Well, you heard what Frank said.

You-- you saw the body.
You couldn't tell who it was.

Right, I couldn't tell
who he was,

but I know whose wallet that is.

Maybe the wallet was stolen?

It happens all the time.

We think
we know who a victim is,

it turns out it's somebody else.

[Lewis]
Anybody listening to me here?

What the hell's
going on out there?

[Lewis] We gonna
do this one at a time?

We're taking turns, now?

'Cause if that's
what it's gonna be,

I want to know in advance
who's gonna be next.

Who's it gonna be?
Is it gonna be you?
Show of hands!

Who's gonna be next?
What about you, Munchkin?
You next, baby?

- Or Bayliss? Or me?
- Lewis!

Or, you know, if anybody's
in the least bit squeamish

about eating a gun,
we have other options available.

There's the Crosetti
long walk off a short pier.

There's wrist-slashing,
there's the pill-popping.

- Stop it!
- You pop them pills.

- You jump off that bridge.
- [Giardello] Stop it!

No, no, Gee,
I got a better idea.

Instead of dropping off
one at a time,

one by one,
why don't we just get together,

big happy group
and get it over with?

Like your boy, Gee,
what's his name?

Burundi Robinson.
Him and his crew?

Together? What you guys think?

Y'all with me on this, folks?

How about you, Mikey?

You're with me, right, partner?

It might not be him.

What are you saying?

The head was blown away.
We're waiting on an ID.

It might not be
Felton that they found.

I'm getting out.
I need to get some air.

[Lewis laughs bitterly]

[indistinct]
All right, I'm cool, brother.

[shutter clicks]

Victim, Caucasian male.

Massive tissue destruction
to head and face

as a result of apparent
self-inflicted shotgun blast.

Estimated height...

6'2".

Accurate measurements
cannot be obtained

due to severe head injuries.

No visible signs
of trauma on torso...

arms...

or legs.

Prints will be sent
to the Crime Lab for ID.

No apparent blood or tissue
under the fingernails.

Shotgun suicide,
came in this morning?

Uh, yeah, Dr. Cox
has him on the table.

[tools whirring]

[Howard clears throat]

Excuse me.

The suicide autopsy.

You...

- ID the body yet?
- What, the Felton case?

I thought
Pembleton was the primary.

I need to know
if you've made a positive ID.

Not yet.

We're still waiting
to hear from the crime lab.

This the body?

[Cox] Yeah.

[tense instrumental plays]

How long
till you get the results?

It'll be a few hours at least.

If you'd like, I can call you
when we get a match.

- I'll wait.
- [Cox] All right.

I'll be in the hall.

[blows raspberry]

Was it him?

I got a positive print hit,
that plus the wallet,

the name on the apartment lease,
yeah, it's him.

I never would
have figured Felton.

I thought
he was so thick-skinned.

The original rebound boy.

Well, it just shows
a [indistinct].

You don't ever
really know somebody.

Well, there were kids.

He could have
thought about his kids.

What, you, Munch,
all of a sudden
passing judgement?

All I'm saying is,
he could've thought
about his kids.

If they weren't
screwed up before,

this'll certainly
push 'em over the edge.

No one kept in touch
with Felton?

What about his family?

I spoke with his ex-wife,

she hadn't seen him
in six months.

The last one of us
to speak to him,

I guess, was Kay.

I should've called him.
Somebody should've.

- And say what, exactly?
- I don't know.

"What's up? What's happening?"
Whatever.

And that would've kept the man
from blowing his head off?
A phone call from you?

- Up yours, Frank.
- [Pembleton] Come on, man.

Felton left this department
of his own accord.

I didn't see him
calling any of us.

This makes
you happy, doesn't it?

Huh? You got yourself
a nice little dunker here?

A nice easy work week
for you, Frank?

You wanna make
yourself feel better?

Beating your breast
with guilt, go ahead.

Felton is dead.

So I don't see the point
in laying blame.

Oh, yeah,
Frank's absolutely right.

Son of a bitch
did this to himself.

Let's blame Beau.

Makes it easier on all of us.

Where is Bayliss?

- Here, let me.
- Excuse me?

I can open that bottle for you.

And you are?

Detective Paul Falsone,
Auto Squad.

There isn't anything
I can't open.

It's my one talent.

[Howard clears throat]

A little saliva's
not gonna kill you.

Is there something
I can help you with, there,
Detective Falsone?

As a matter of fact, there is.
I'm looking for
Lieutenant Giardello.

Yeah? Is this about a case?

This is about Beau Felton.

[tense instrumental plays]

I know why he killed himself.

for the past two years
run by a Pigtown bully boy
named Frank Cantwell.

Big operation.

Cars stolen
out of Philly, New York,

wherever and then sent
to chop shops here.

And then the cars are shipped
overseas where they're sold, eh?

Exactly. China, South America.

Cantwell has buyers
in six countries.

Man takes in
half a million a year.

Auto Squad had
a full-scale investigation going

in conjunction with US Customs,

until the Feds
dropped the whole thing.

They give you any indication
why they dropped it?

We couldn't put together
a case against Cantwell.

The Feds took me off

because someone in
the department

was tipping Cantwell
about the raids,

and that someone wasn't me.

What does this got to do
with Beau Felton?

Beau Felton and Frank Cantwell
were in business together.

When I found out
Felton was an ex-cop,

I figured there's my rat.

Selling his old
police connections.

- You got no proof of that.
- No.

And now that he's offed himself,
I'll never get proof.

Beau's dead,
he can't speak for himself,

so you figure you come in here
and clear your name
by smearing his?

- [Giardello] Kay.
- Look.

Just because
Felton was Homicide,

doesn't mean
that he walked on water.

You come in here
pointing a finger.

You never met the man!

No offence, sergeant.

Felton left the force
over a year ago.

How do you know
what he did or didn't do?

I know! I knew Beau Felton.

We were partners.

I didn't come in here
looking to offend anybody.

Why did you come in?

I figured if Felton is the leak
the Feds are looking for,

they have no reason
keeping me off the job.

If we find out
anything, detective,

we'll be in touch.

I didn't know
he was your partner.

- He's wrong, Gee.
- Hopefully.

Felton had his problems,
with his wife, with drinking.

He may have done
some shoddy police work.

But he would not sell out
the badge.

And if he did, guilt
is a very powerful emotion.

He might not have been able
to handle it anymore.

Being police
meant everything to Beau.

I don't think he was dirty.

He was too vain
about being a cop.

Kay.

I can't remember the last time
you-- you took a day off.

What's that supposed to mean?

You have
some vacation time coming.

Why don't you take a week?

Is this you, as my lieutenant,
giving me an order?

This is me, as your friend,
making a suggestion.

I'd rather get back to work.

Hey! I was starting
to worry about you.

My car is a pain in the ass.

Yeah, well, you need to get
a new mechanic.

I need a new car.

You wanna drink?
You want a martini?

- Yo!
- No. No, thank you.

[sighs] You know,
we work in the same building,

we don't hardly see each other.

I'm not avoiding you.

Last couple weeks,
you could've fooled me.

Terri.

[sighs] We need to
put this thing to rest.

[Stivers]
Meldrick, what is this?

You asked me to meet you here,
so what, you could handle me?

I wanted you to
come here and meet me,

so maybe you could
just talk about it, is all.

Okay, so let's talk.

Kellerman says that
this was a clean shooting.

He insists that it was.
Is that what you think?

Don't ask me that.

Look, I want there
to be truth between us.

If you're gonna lie to me,
I am out of here.

My partner saved my life.

- So I'm gonna back him up.
- No matter what?

- No matter what.
- Okay.

Mahoney is dead.

What in the hell
are we gonna say

that's gonna change that, huh?

What? Kellerman up on charges?
You and me off the force?

Mikey up for murder?

What good is that gonna do?
You tell me.

I know we have to
look out for each other.

Yeah, ain't nobody
looking out for Beau Felton.

What do you want me to say?

I want you to say
that you will carry this.

I don't have a choice, do I?

[Lewis]
I'm not finished with you!

[Felton] What does it matter
who pulled the trigger?

It ain't up to you!

You lie to me-- you lie to me,

you're gonna be looking for
your teeth in that toilet.

[indistinct chatter]

What are you doing, Gee?

I keep thinking
I'm getting too old for this.

Another police
takes his own life.

Another one of mine own to bury.

- You going home?
- Yeah, I filed the report.

The next of kin
have been notified.

All I'm waiting for
is the final autopsy report

from Cox, and that'll be
here tomorrow morning.

- Frank.
- Yeah?

Why do you think Beau did it?

I don't know why Beau
did it, Gee.

Does it matter?

Detective Falsone's story

about Beau being in on the take
with that auto ring.

You think Felton could've turned
against the police department?

I cannot answer that question.

I should've tried
harder to reach Beau.

After he quit,
I called once or twice.

He never called back.
I stopped trying.

Wherever Beau Felton was,
he wanted to be left alone.

I keep thinking about
when he got shot.

[gunshots banging]

He came back to work
much too quickly.

- That was a long time ago, Gee.
- It was much too soon.

He never had a chance
to get back on his feet.

And therefore he shoots himself
two years later?

Maybe.

Nobody knows why
Beau Felton did what he did.

It's the same with every case
up on the board.

If we spent all our time
wondering about motive,

we'd never get anything done.

This is not
just about a case, Frank.

This is about
a fellow detective.

A former fellow detective.

And so what?

Because Felton
quits the department,

I'm no longer concerned?

When you or Lewis or Bayliss
walk out of this squad room

and go home at night,

does it mean
I'm no longer concerned?

We're supposed to
watch out for each other,

we're supposed to
cover each other's back.

When suddenly
one of us just disappears,

we wonder about them.

I didn't wonder...

about Beau...

and look what happened.

Good night.

[tools whirring]

Alyssa, can you come here
for a minute, please?

What's up?

Take a look at this,
tell me what you see.

- Disruption, no blood.
- Right.

So, if he was indeed shot
and killed by a shotgun blast,

there should be much more
bleeding in the brain tissue.

His heart stopped pumping blood
to his brain before he was shot.

[tense instrumental plays]

All right, let's get
some 16 wire and glue

for skull reconstruction.

I hope you like jigsaw puzzles.
We will be here for a while.

How about a game of hearts?

Being here in this dump
on Christmas Eve with you

and playing hearts
is enough to make me

want to put a bullet
through my head.

Nice of you to show up to work.

- What?
- Where were you yesterday?

- I had an errand.
- You had an errand?

- Yeah.
- I had a case.

A particularly screwed-up case.
Which I don't even know
if you've heard about yet.

- Felton.
- I could have used your help
yesterday.

And last week. The week before.

Every time I get a case,
I turn around,

I look at your desk,
your chair is empty!

We're supposed to
be working together,

and this is not
working together.

Did Giardello say something?

This is not about Giardello.
This is about me and you.

If you wanna be
partners fair, great.

If you don't, that's okay, too.

What's not okay is you saying
that you want to be partners

and then you're nowhere to be
found when a case comes down.

- Well, you're right, Frank.
- Yeah I know I'm right.

- I apologize.
- I don't want your apology.

I just want to know
that you're gonna have

your ass in the chair
when a case comes down.

The Felton investigation
is a straight-up suicide, right?

Right. Do you need me to do
anything on the case at all?

Not at this second, no.

Okay. Well, I gotta go.

So, you're working another case?

No.

Please don't tell me
this is about some woman.

It's not a woman. Trust me.

Well, what is this about?

What is this all about, huh?

All right. 11 down
and only 36 more to go.

Hmm.

- Thank you.
- You never met him, did you?

What, Felton? No.

He was a good-looking guy,
once upon a time.

Yeah, I can see that.

- [Alyssa scoffs]
- Sorry.

So, what can you tell
me about him?

[Alyssa] Not much.

Felton was
your usual Billytown type.

So is he the kind of guy
who could do something
like this to himself?

- [scoffs] He was a cop.
- So?

So, cops are always on the edge.

That's why
I stopped dating them.

A little too gloomy
for you, Alyssa?

Gloomy, cynical, completely
committed to their own misery.

Alyssa, please tell me
you didn't go out with Munch.

Homicide guys, right?
They're the darkest of all.

Yeah, well, I guess
that's why I like them so much.

Uh-oh. Anybody I know?

Just this guy I was seeing
back in Buffalo.

Can you pass me
the occipital lobe please.

To each her own.
After Munch, I'd had enough.

Didn't date at all until
I met somebody two months ago.

Not another cop, I hope.

No. Stand-up comic.

Whoa.

What, you find something?

Look at this.

Hey, is Pembleton around?

No, he's not. What's up?

Beau Felton
did not commit suicide.

He was murdered.

[tense instrumental plays]

There are some inconsistencies

that don't jive
with most shotgun suicides.

Well, why didn't you call
Homicide as soon as you knew?

Because we didn't know anything.

We've spent the last 48 hours
reconstructing the skull.

What did you find?

In one skull fragments
we found another entry wound.

Definitely not
from the shotgun blast.

Small-caliber handgun, maybe.

My guess is that
he was shot from behind,

execution style,
at the base of the skull.

And whoever did this,
propped up the body,

fired the shotgun
and faked a suicide.

Kay, find Pembleton.
Get back to the scene.

If there's evidence
in that apartment,
I want it found.

- Yes, sir.
- I hope this helps.

Felton's still dead, isn't he?

[horn blaring in distance]

Hey.

[Bayliss exhales sharply]

Couldn't get out
of your pajamas today, huh?

Yeah.

At least
we can get you cleaned up.

[dogs barking]

[pager beeping]

[train horn blaring in distance]

His death, like his life,
was meaningless.

Mrs. Audrey Resnick was a sweet,
innocent old lady

who died violently
in what should've been
the safety of her own home.

That's a loss of life, Frank.

[Pembleton]
Every life has meaning.

Even yours, Felton.

Even yours.

Maybe he wasn't killed here.

What?

Maybe they shot him
somewhere else,

brought him here,
propped him up in a chair

and then shot him again.

I don't think so.

Why not?

Take a look in the bathroom.

It's clean.

That's just it. It's pristine.

No shower curtain.

You're saying
Beau wasn't a clean person?

You ever known a single man
to keep a spotless bathroom?

Yes, me.

That look like it could've been
made by a bullet?

Okay, I want to
get the lab in here.

Do a luminol test for blood.

I also want them to dust,
although we won't find much.

You ready to get outta here?

I'll just...

okay, I'll--
I'll just wait outside.

It's okay,
you-- you don't have to go.

I--

Bastards killed him
in his own bathroom.

They murdered him.

Beau believed
there was a distinction

between murder and killing.

We don't close this case,
it's on me.

I should've known
it wasn't suicide.

I let the case get cold because
I believed the worst of Beau.

I-- I believed he was capable
of killing himself,

and-- ooh,
I hated him for that...

being weak and selfish.

For everything I hated about him
when we were partners.

But with Beau it was always
when I was hating him the worst,

that he would turn around
and do something incredibly...

stupidly sweet.

[scoffs] Then I'd just have to
hate him all the more.

Ugh! Don't tell anyone I cried.

[indistinct chatter]

What?

Nothing.

Come on, it's not nothing.

You're staring at me. What?

I'm just feeling funky, is all.

You know,
first Felton is a suicide,
then Felton is murder.

You know, the last couple of
days have been funky.

You're telling me.

Yeah, well, whatever.

What the hell, man.

Let's say me and you go out,
drown our cares and woes

in a nice, cold microbrew, huh?

- I got plans.
- Who with?

[softly] With, uh, Julianna.

Ah! So you finally gonna admit

that you and her got
a little thing going on, huh?

Yeah. Well, now you know.
Cox and Kellerman!

Julia and Mikey.
Bones and the badge!

Meldrick! Shut up.

Hey, man,
I'm happy for you, man.

- All right?
- Uh-Huh.

All right, you go ahead,
you go out and have a nice time.

Don't worry about old Meldrick.

I'll-- I'll find somebody else
to have my lonely beer with.

How about your wife?

What did you find at the scene?

Felton was murdered
in his bathroom, Gee.

You get the bullet?

The killer must've taken it when
he cleaned up the blood trail.

We did find
what could be a bullet hole

in the wall above the bathtub.

The luminol test for blood
came up positive

in the tub and along the walls.

Talk to Falsone.
See what you can get from him.

I don't care
if you have to bring in

the whole damn chop shop.

Okay, I'm gonna call
the Auto Squad.

So, you need some help
on this investigation?

I think Frank and I
have it covered so far.

We'll let you know.

[sighs] Uh, Kay?

- Um...
- [Howard] Huh?

You know,
all this stuff going on

about Beau being
a dirty cop and all of that?

I don't believe it, never did.

Okay.

That was Falsone.
He's waiting for us downstairs.

- Shall we?
- Yeah.

Thanks, Meldrick.

Detective Falsone?

You guys got news about Felton?

It wasn't a suicide.

He was murdered?

A single shot
to the base of the skull.

The suicide was a cover.

Damn.

We need names of members
of Cantwell's organization.

Lower-level chop shop workers,
anything you can give us.

Hold on, hold on.

Detective, uh...

- [Pembleton] Pembleton.
- Pembleton.

This is no longer
an Auto Squad investigation.

This is a homicide.

Felton was killed
by Cantwell or his people.

They should all fry.

But if Felton
was working for them,

what makes you think anyone's
gonna wanna talk to you?

You're gonna tell us how to run
a homicide investigation, hmm?

I'm trying to help.

I have my own informant
that works for Cantwell.

- What's his name?
- I'm not gonna tell you that!

- He's my informant.
- This is ridiculous!

I'll talk to him.
Find out what he knows.

Hey, that's not good enough!
He talks to us!

- Look, pal.
- [overlapping speaking]

[Howard] Felton was murdered!

Whatever he might've been
doing with Cantwell,

he's still an ex-cop

and he was executed
in cold blood.

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I'll talk to my informant.

If he's willing,
I'll arrange a meeting.

- Hey.
- [Cox] Hey.

- You already ordered?
- I already started.

A Jim Beam for you
and some Dewars for me.

- Scotch.
- Yeah, Scotch.

- Neat.
- Neat.

Yeah, I've noticed
something about you.

Ever since we met, you've never
ordered the same drink twice.

And?

And...

I don't know.

Well, forgive me.

I just spent two days

wiring together
a dead cop's skull.

I kind of felt like a scotch.

- Let's get a table.
- Okay.

47 pieces.

What?

That's how many fragments
there were, 47.

Do we have to go over
all the grisly details?

No, I guess we don't have to.

Good, then let's-- let's not.

It wasn't a suicide, Mike.

Yeah, I know. I heard.

But, uh,
everybody thought it was.

They thought
they knew the truth.

Yeah, at first.

Yeah.
Well, that's the thing, you see.

People make assumptions.

They just see
what they wanna see.

They believe
what they want to believe,

but the, uh, truth is,

you can never really know
what happened.

I mean, really know.
Unless you were there.

Right there in the room
when the gun went off,

and even then
you can't really be sure.

What gun?

Huh?

Are we still
talking about Felton?

No, I guess not.

Then what? What's the matter?

Everything. Nothing.

Come on, let's get out of here.

- And go where?
- Um, back to the boat.

- But we just got here.
- I know.

And now we're leaving.

I think you need to unwind.

No, you know, actually,
what I need

is to just sit here
and finish my drink.

- That's what you need?
- Mm-hmm.

You'd rather stay here
and brood?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

I'm good for that.

I'm getting us another round.

That's an excellent idea.

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[Falsone] Have a seat, Eddie.

This is Eddie Dugan.

He's been giving me information

on Cantwell's operation
for the past year.

There's only one question
we have for you, Mr. Dugan.

Sure. What
can I do for you, man?

Do you know
who killed Beau Felton?

No, man.

I mean, it could've been
a lot of guys, you know.

Cantwell wanted Felton dead,
who would he go to?

Well, his bodyguard, maybe.
You know.

This kind of a shooting,
he might've hired out of town.

You understand?

Did you ever hear
Cantwell say anything

about wanting
Beau Felton killed?

No, man, nothing like that.

All right.

What was Felton doing
with Cantwell, hmm?

Well, he spent most of his time
in the office, you know.

Schmoozing with the boss.

And Cantwell knew that
Beau Felton was an ex-cop?

Oh, sure, man. Everybody knew.

You ever hear Felton
tipping off the operation,

telling them about
a raid that was planned?

- Something like that?
- Nah.

I didn't hang out
a lot at the office, you know?

Mostly I'm out on the street
hunting up Land Rovers.

You're a car thief.

I'm not a thief, man.
I'm a spotter.

Cantwell needs Accords,
I round up Accords.

He needs Camrys, I find Camrys.

But you knew Felton?
You talked to him?

Couple of times, you know.

[Howard]
And what did you talk about?

Regular guy things.

Chicks, cars, sports, you know?

Cantwell and Felton, they were
in the office together.

You were there?
You have to think, Eddie.

He ever say anything to Felton?
Did he ever threaten him?

I mean, they may have gotten
into it once or twice.

- About what?
- Stupid stuff!

Stupid stuff like what?

They'd fight about bets
and stuff like that.

[Falsone]
But nothing about business?

You never heard them
fight about money,
about the cops?

Anything like that?

No, man.
Nothing specific like that, no.

Call for you
on line one, lieutenant.

Giardello. Colonel.

I understand.

I'm on my way.

Gee, this is going nowhere.

We gotta pull in Cantwell,

we gotta pull in
everybody involved.

- No.
- [scoffs] What do you mean, no?

That was Colonel Barnfather.

The Felton investigation's
on hold.

What the hell for?

That's what I'm going upstairs
to find out.

[indistinct chatter]

[Barnfather]
Thanks for coming so fast, Al.

I'd like you to meet
Detective Gharty,

Internal Investigation.

- IID.
- Lieutenant.

[Barnfather]
We were hoping for an update

on the Felton case.

There's nothing to tell.

Falsone's informant
didn't give us anything.

So what's next?

So we start bringing in
Cantwell's crew.

Uh, I'm gonna have to
ask you not to talk

to anyone from the auto ring.

You're asking me?
I'm sorry detective.

I don't see how this is
any concern of IID's.

[clears throat] Have a seat, Al.

When he died, Beau Felton
was working for IID, undercover.

- What?
- Yeah.

We sent him into the ring
about six months back.

- You knew this?
- I did.

Why wasn't I told?

I think Detective Gharty

can better answer that question.

US Customs has been
on Frank Cantwell's tail
since '95.

After nearly
a year of attempted raids,

they weren't able to get
anything on the theft ring.

[Giardello]
Somebody tipped Cantwell.

Falsone told us the whole story.

But what has this got to do
with Felton?

- Hold on.
- Don't tell me to hold on.

I want to know
how Beau got involved with this.

[Gharty] I transferred
to Felton's case last April.

Felton was coming up
on the end of his suspension.

He said he didn't wanna
go back to Homicide.

I figured
he was just the guy we wanted.

Former detective,
coming off a long suspension.

Everyone would believe
he'd soured on police work.

Perfect for undercover.

Next, Felton worked his way
into the operation,

and everything went over
real smooth, too.

If it's any comfort,
Beau Felton did excellent work,

he was this close
to finding our leak.

And then something went wrong.

More than wrong, detective!

A man died
under your supervision!

I'm well aware of that,
believe me.

And just what are you gonna
do about it?

That's the difficult part.

We don't know
why Felton was killed.

It's possible he was found out.

It's also possible he wasn't.

So we go on
with the investigation
as planned!

We bring in every member
of that car ring,

including Cantwell himself.

We put 'em
in The Box with Pembleton

until we find out
who's responsible!

If we start questioning
Cantwell's crew,

we'll never find our leak.

All the progress Felton made
will be useless.

- He will have died for nothing.
- What do you want?

- To work with you.
- This is a Homicide
investigation!

IID has a stake here.

Why do I have the feeling
this decision was already made?

It was.

Homicide and IID
are working together

on Beau Felton's murder.

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[indistinct chatter over radio]

[Russert]
This is good, right here.

Keep the change.

Oh. Sorry, I-- I guess
you don't take francs, do you?

There you go.

[tense instrumental plays]

[Munch] Mon dieu! Megan!

[Russert]
Well, Mon dieu, yourself, John.

- Hey.
- [Russert] How are you?

Hey.

[Howard] Hey, Russert.
What a surprise!

Hi, Kay.

We didn't know you were coming.

Did we know you were coming?

I wasn't going to, but, um...

well, I-- I figured
I could grieve for Beau in Paris

just as easily
as I could in Baltimore.

But Al called me, and...

well, he told me
that Beau was murdered, so...

I'm here to help
with the investigation.

[chuckles]
Not that we don't appreciate

you flying 3,000 miles,

but we got everyone
in the unit working on the case.

Kay, I'm still
a Homicide detective

and this is a homicide.

You've been on leave
for over a year.

We assumed you'd moved on.

Well, my name's
still up on the Board.

[laughs] Mmm.

Well, Pembleton is the primary,

but I'll tell you what we know,
which isn't a hell of a lot.

- Thanks, Kay.
- Ow! What was that for?

You couldn't close Bongi
and Sabatino while I was gone?

I knew you were coming back.
I wanted you to feel at home.

[Russert] Thanks, Munch.

[ships honking in distance]

Megan Russert's here.
You see her?

[Pembleton]
Yeah, I spoke with her.

She hasn't heard
from Beau Felton

for the past
couple of months, either.

Yeah.

Well, she flew all this way.

She must have
really cared about him.

Yeah, a lot of people did.

You didn't like him.

I'm not glad that he's dead.

Well, it's a murder now.
It's not a suicide.

So, I don't know what's better,
what's worse.

You don't have to
work this case.

I want to, Frank.

I know why
you haven't been around.

And I know that you've been
spending time at your uncle's.

- [scoffs] You following me?
- Yeah, I followed you.

All the way to the house.

I know that

a Mr. George Bayliss
lives there.

Geez, Frank.

Sorry.

I'm a detective. It's what I do.

You know,
when I first went out there...

to that house, I hated him.

I just wanted revenge.

I wanted to take away from him
what he took away from me.

And now?

Well, I can't take from him
anything that he...

hasn't already lost.

He's gone, Frank.

Gone. Whole sick, twisted thing.

He destroyed himself.

He needed me. [scoffs]

You know, when I first went
over there to his house,

I thought that by seeing him,
that by talking to him

that I would understand

why he did what he did to me.

But it didn't make
any difference.

I still don't understand
things any better now.

But what I do know is that...

I gotta forgive him,
gotta forgive...

my father.

Before anything can change.

Have you done that?

Have you forgiven them?

[Giardello] Bayliss, Pembleton,
my office now!

We're back on the Felton case!

Let's go!

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