All language subtitles for Homicide life on the street S05E21 - Partners And Other Strangers

I'm glad Bayliss wasn't there.
I get to sit in the front seat.

- Don't get used to it.
- I won't.

- Where do you think Bayliss went?
- I dunno.

- Maybe he saw a doctor.
- He might have.

Maybe he's got a new girlfriend.

He might have eloped with
Madeleine Albright. I have no idea.

- I don't care.
- That's just it. I think you do.

Next time I get a call
and he's not around, that's it.

I'm not wasting time,
listening to excuses.

- I'm not partnering with him again.
- Yeah, right.

- Excuse me?
- You'll go on like this forever.

- It's just your relationship.
- Really.

When things are good for you two,
you're the best of partners.

Bickering starts, you split up, get back
together, split up, get back together.

- What are you gettin' at?
- It's not healthy, it's dysfunctional.

- Dysfunctional?
- Yeah?

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

- Dr Cox.
- Good morning.

- The body's inside. It's not pretty.
- Why?

- 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 blown apart by a shotgun.

Makes it so easy to get a clean ID!
Let's hope he had a wallet.

Check with Officer Denys.
He pulled one from the coat pocket.

- It's his first shotgun suicide.
- OK. Start shootin', Brodie.

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

Don't step on any bone fragments.

You found a wallet on the body?
You found a wallet?

- Yeah. It was in his coat pocket.
- OK. You gonna be OK?

Yeah.

Son of a bitch.

It's Beau Felton.

- I hope you're proud of yourself.
- Captain?

- You've taught us a 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.
- Oh, yes, you did.

I think exactly the response
that you were looking for.

Mayor read your note, carbon copied
the Commissioner, US Attorney 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.

Make sure that letter's your last.

What?

I don't want to read about this
in "The Sun" or see it on TV.

You got what you wanted.

The Mayor's Office says they'll
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?
- What?

There was a memorial for Luther
Mahoney yesterday. 300 people.

They all wanted
to make sure he was dead.

"Lines formed outside
the Mahoney Youth Centre

"as friends gathered to honour
a man they viewed as a leader."

Give me that. "'There were many
sides to Luther Marcellus Mahoney,'

"said the Reverend Reginald Howe.

"'While we denounce
his criminal activities,

"'we must recognise
his countless good works..."'

Yadda-yadda. What crap!

Mahoney's dead.
That's all that matters.

This guy kept half of Baltimore
hooked on heroin, OK?

He's responsible
for how many overdoses, murders?

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

To me, that matters.

- Where's Giardello?
- Frank.

- Have you seen Giardello?
- He was by the door a second ago.

Wasn't it a straight-up suicide?

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

Beau Felton blew his head off.

We ought to find out
where he's been the last year.

I haven't heard a word
since he resigned.

- The ex-wife?
- Judy's trying to track her down.

Kay, when was the last time
you and Beau spoke? Kay?

- You got bombed last night!
- No, I did not!

I can smell it!

You have a responsibility to this job
and to me. Right now, you're a liability.

So why don't you just take off, huh?
Go have yourself another drink.

- Kay?
- Hmm?

When did you last speak to Beau?

When he quit.
We went across the street for a beer.

I was surprised how he was takin' 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.

I couldn't tell who he was,
but I know whose wallet that is.

Maybe the wallet was stolen?

It happens all the time. Think we know
who a victim is, turns out we don't.

- Anybody listenin'?
- What's going on?

We gonna do this one at a time?
We're taking turns?

Cos I want to know in advance

who's gonna be next. Who's it
gonna be? You? Show of hands!

- You next, Munchkin? Bayliss? Me?
- Lewis!

Or if anybody's squeamish about
eating a gun, we have other options.

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

There's wrist-slashing, pill-popping.

- Stop it!
- Pop them pills.

- Stop it!
- No, no, Gee, I got a better idea.

Instead of dropping off one at a time,

why don't we just get together
and get it over with?

Like your boy, Gee,
Burundi Robinson.

Him and his crew? Together?
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 sayin'?

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

It might not be Felton
that they found.

I need to get some air.

All right, I'm cool, brother.

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 can't be
obtained due to severe head injuries.

No visible signs of trauma
on torso...

...arms...

or legs.

Prints to the Crime Lab for ID.

No apparent blood or tissue
under the fingernails.

Shotgun suicide,
came in this morning?

Dr Cox has him on the table.

Excuse me.
The suicide autopsy...

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

- I thought Pembleton was the primary.
- Have you made a positive ID?

- Not yet.
- We're waiting on the Crime Lab.

- This the body?
- Yeah.

- How long till you get the results?
- It'll be a few hours at least.

I can call you when we get a match.

- I'll wait.
- All right.

I'll be in the hall.

Was it him?

Positive print hit, plus the wallet,
the name on the lease, it's him.

I never would have figured Felton.
I thought he was so thick-skinned.

Well, it just shows
you don't ever really know somebody.

There were kids. He could have
thought about them.

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

If his kids weren't screwed up,
this'll push 'em over the edge.

No one kept in touch with Felton?
What about his family?

His ex-wife 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?
- "What's up?" Whatever.

That would've kept him
from blowing his head off?

- Up yours, Frank.
- Felton left of his own accord.

- I didn't see him calling any of us.
- This makes you happy, doesn't it?

You got yourself
a nice easy work week, Frank?

You want to beat your breast
with guilt, go ahead.

Felton is dead, so I don't see
the point in laying blame.

Frank's absolutely right.
Son of a bitch did this to himself.

Let's blame Beau.
Makes it easier on all of us.

Where's 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.

- A little saliva won't kill you.
- Something that I can help you with?

There is.
I'm looking for Lieutenant Giardello.

- Yeah? Is this about a case?
- This is about Beau Felton.

I know why he killed himself.

I've been working
an auto-theft ring for two years

run by a Pigtown bully boy
named Frank Cantwell.

Cars stolen out of Philly, New York,
and then sent to chop shops here.

And shipped overseas to sell, huh?

Exactly. China, South America.
Cantwell has buyers in six countries.

Takes in half a million a year.
Auto Squad had a full investigation

in conjunction with US Customs,
until the Feds dropped it.

- Any indication why they dropped it?
- Couldn't make a case against him.

Someone in the department was
tipping Cantwell, and that wasn't me.

What's this to do with Beau Felton?

He and Cantwell
were in business together.

As an ex-cop, I figured he was selling
his old police connections.

- You got no proof of that.
- No, and now I'll never get proof.

Beau's dead, can't speak for himself, so
you'll clear your name by smearing his?

Because Felton was Homicide
doesn't mean he walked on water.

You come in here pointing a finger.
You never met him!

Felton left the force over a year ago.
How do you know what he did?

I know! I knew Beau Felton.

We were partners.

I didn't come in
looking to offend anybody.

Why did you come in?

I figured if Felton is the leak, they
have no reason keepin' 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 shoddy police work,
but he wouldn't sell out the badge.

If he did, guilt's very powerful.

He might not have been able
to handle it.

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 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.
- You need to get a new mechanic.

- I need a new car.
- Wanna drink? Wanna martini?

No. No, thank you.

We work in the same building,
we hardly see each other.

- I'm not avoiding you.
- You could've fooled me.

- Terri... we need to put this to rest.
- Meldrick, what is this?

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

I wanted you to come and meet me
so maybe you could just talk about it.

OK, let's talk. Kellerman insists this was
a clean shooting. Is that what you think?

- Don't ask me that.
- I want truth between us.

- If you lie to me, I am out of here.
- My partner saved my life.

So I'll back him up,
no matter what.

- OK.
- Mahoney is dead.

What in the hell are we gonna say
that's gonna change that? What?

Kellerman up on charges? You and me
off the force? Mike up for murder?

- What good is that gonna do?
- We have to look out for each other.

- Didn't nobody look out for Beau.
- 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?

I'm not finished with you!

What does it matter
who pulled the trigger?

It ain't up to you!

You lie to me, you'll be looking
for your teeth in that toilet.

What are you doin', Gee?

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

Another police takes his own life.
Another of mine to bury. Going home?

Yeah, I filed the report,
next of kin have been notified.

I'm waiting for is the final
autopsy report from Cox,

and that'll be here tomorrow morning.

- Frank, why did Beau do it?
- I don't know. Does it matter?

Falsone's story about Beau being
in on the take with that auto ring.

- You think Felton could've turned?
- I can't answer that.

I should've tried harder to reach
Beau. I called once or twice.

- He never called back.
- Beau wanted to be left alone.

I keep thinking
about when he got shot.

- He came back to work too quickly.
- That was a long time ago, Gee.

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

- So he shoots himself later?
- Maybe.

Nobody knows why
Beau Felton did what he did.

If we wondered about motives in every
case, we'd never get anything done.

- This is about a fellow detective.
- A former fellow detective.

And so what? Because Felton quits,
I'm no longer concerned?

When you or Lewis or Bayliss walk out
of this squad room and go home,

does it mean I'm no longer concerned?

We're supposed to watch out
for each other, cover each other's back.

When one of us is... disappears,
we wonder about them.

I didn't wonder about Beau...
and look what happened.

Goodnight.

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

- What's up?
- Take a look. What do you see?

- Disruption, no blood.
- Right.

If he was killed by a shotgun blast,
there should be much more bleeding.

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

Let's get some 16 wire and glue
for skull reconstruction.

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

How about a game of hearts?

Being here 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.
- What?

- Where were you yesterday?
- I had an errand.

You had an errand?
I had a case, a screwed-up case.

- I don't know if you've heard.
- Felton.

I could have used your help
yesterday, and last week.

Every time I get a case,
I turn around, your chair is empty.

We're supposed to be workin' together,
this is not workin' together.

- Did Giardello say something?
- This is about me and you.

If you wanna be partners, great.
If you don't, that's OK, too.

What's not OK is you saying
you want to be partners

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

- You're right.
- I know.

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

I want to know you'll be there
when a case comes down.

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

Do you need me to do anything
on the case?

- No.
- OK. Well, I gotta go.

- You're workin' another case?
- No.

Don't tell me
it's 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.

- You never met him, did you?
- Felton? No.

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

Yeah, I can see that. Sorry.

What can you tell me about him?

- He was your usual billytown type.
- The kind to do something like this?

- He was a cop.
- So?

So cops are out on the edge.
That's why I stopped dating them.

A little too gloomy for you?

Gloomy, cynical, completely
committed to their own misery.

Please tell me
you didn't go out with Munch.

Homicide guys,
they're the darkest of all.

- I guess that's why I like them so.
- Oh? Anybody I know?

Just this guy I was seeing
back in Buffalo.

- Pass the occipital lobe.
- To each her own.

After Munch, I'd had enough.
Didn't date at all till 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.

There are inconsistencies that
don't jibe with shotgun suicides.

Why didn't you call Homicide
as soon as you knew?

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

What did you find?

In one skull fragment,
we found another entry wound,

definitely not from a shotgun blast.

Small-calibre handgun, maybe.

My guess is 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.

Find Pembleton. Get back to the scene.
If there's evidence, I want it.

- Yes, sir.
- I hope this helps.

Felton's still dead, isn't he?

Hey.

Couldn't get out
of your pyjamas today?

- Yeah.
- At least we can get you cleaned up.

'His death, like his life,
was meaningless.'

'Audrey Resnick was a sweet,
innocent old lady who died violently

'in what should've been
the safety of her home.

- 'That's a loss of life.'
- '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, then shot him again.

I don't think so.

- Why not?
- Take a look in the bathroom.

- It's clean.
- Yeah, pristine. No shower curtain.

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

Ever known a single man
keep a spotless bathroom?

- Yes, me.
- That could've been made by a bullet.

OK, 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... I'll wait outside.

It's OK, 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 believed he was capable
of killing himself, and...

Ooh... I hated him for that

and being weak and... selfish,

for everything I hated about him
when we were partners.

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

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

stupidly sweet.

Then I'd have to hate him
all the more.

Don't tell anyone I cried.

- What?
- Nothin'.

- You're starin' at me. What?
- I'm just feelin' funky.

First Felton is a suicide,
then Felton is murdered.

The last couple of days
have been funky.

- You're telling me.
- Yeah, well, whatever.

Let's go out, drown our cares and woes
in a nice, cold microbrew, huh?

- I got plans.
- Who with?

With... Julianna.

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

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

- Bones and the badge!
- Meldrick, shut up.

- Hey, man, I'm happy for you, man.
- Huh?

You go out and have a nice time.
Don't worry about old Meldrick.

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

How about your wife?

- What did you find?
- He was murdered in his bathroom.

- You get the bullet?
- The killer must've taken it.

We found what could be
a bullet hole above the bathtub.

The luminol test for blood came up
positive in the tub and along the walls.

See what you can get from Falsone.

If you have to,
bring in the whole chop shop.

- I wanna call the Auto Squad.
- So, you need some help?

I think Frank and I have it covered
so far. We'll let you know.

- Uh, Kay...
- Yeah?

You know, all this stuff going on
about Beau being a dirty cop?

I don't believe it, never did.

OK. That was Falsone.
He's waiting 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.
Suicide was a cover.

Damn.

We need names in Cantwell's
organisation, anything you can give us.

Hold on, hold on. Detective...

...Pembleton.
- Pembleton.

This is no longer an Auto Squad
investigation. It's homicide.

Felton was killed by Cantwell
or his people. They should all fry.

If Felton was working for them,
why's anyone gonna talk to you?

You're telling us how
to run a homicide investigation?

I'm tryin' to help. I have my own
informant that works for Cantwell.

- What's his name?
- I'm not saying. He's my informant.

- This is ridiculous!
- I'll find out what he knows.

- Not good enough! He talks to us!
- Look, pal. This is my office...

Felton was murdered! Whatever he
might've been doing with Cantwell,

he's still an ex-cop
and he was executed in cold blood.

I'll talk to my informant.
If he's willing, I'll arrange a meeting.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- You already ordered?
- I already started.

A Jim Beam for you
and Dewars for me.

- Scotch.
- Yeah, Scotch. Neat.

Neat. 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 felt like a scotch.

- Let's get a table.
- OK.

- 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 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 truth is, you can never really
know what happened,

unless you were there when the gun
went off, even then you can't 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?
- 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 sit here and finish my drink.

- That's what you need?
- Mmm.

- You'd rather stay here and brood?
- Yeah.

OK. I'm good for that.
I'm getting us another round.

That's an excellent idea.

This is Eddie Dugan.

He's been giving me information
on Cantwell's operation.

There's only one question
we have for you.

Sure. What can I do?

- You know who killed Beau Felton?
- No, man.

It could've been a lot of guys,
you know.

Cantwell wanted Felton dead,
who would he go to?

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

Did you ever hear Cantwell say
he wanted Beau Felton killed?

No, man, nothin' like that.

All right. What was Felton
doing with Cantwell?

Well, he spent most of his time
schmoozing with the boss.

Cantwell knew
that Felton was an ex-cop?

Sure. Everybody knew.

You ever hear Felton tipping off
the operation,

telling them about a raid
that was planned?

I didn't hang out a lot
at the office.

Mostly I'm on the street
hunting Land Rovers.

- You're a car thief.
- I'm not a thief, 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.
- What did you talk about?

Regular guy things, chicks,
cars, sports, you know?

Cantwell and Felton were in the office
together. You were there?

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

They may have gotten
into it once or twice.

- About?
- Stupid stuff!

- Stupid stuff like what?
- They'd fight about bets.

Not business? You never heard them
fight about money, about the cops?

- No. Nothing specific like that.
- Call for you on line one, Lieutenant.

Giardello... Colonel...
I understand. I'm on my way.

This is going nowhere. We gotta pull
in Cantwell, everybody involved.

- No.
- What do you mean, no?

That was Colonel Barnfather.
The Felton investigation's on hold.

- What the hell for?
- I'm going upstairs to find out.

Thanks for coming so fast. I'd like you
to meet Gharty, Internal Investigation.

- IID.
- Lieutenant.

We were hoping for an update.

Falsone's informant gave us nothing.

- So what's next?
- We bring in Cantwell's crew.

I have to ask you
not to talk to the auto ring.

You're asking me? I don't see
how this is any concern of llD's.

Have a seat, Al.

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

- What?
- We sent him in about six months back.

- You knew?
- I did.

- Why wasn't I told?
- Detective Gharty can answer that.

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

After a year of attempted raids,
they had nothing on the theft ring.

Somebody tipped Cantwell. Falsone
told us. What's this to do with Felton?

- Hold on.
- No, tell me how Beau got involved.

I transferred
to Felton's case last April.

Felton was coming up
on the end of his suspension.

He didn't wanna go back to Homicide.
I figured he was the guy we wanted,

former detective,
coming off a long suspension.

Everyone would believe he'd soured
on police work. Perfect.

Next, Felton worked his way into
the operation, and it went real smooth.

If it's any comfort, he was excellent,
he was this close to finding our leak.

- Something went wrong.
- More than wrong!

A man died under your supervision!

- I'm aware of that.
- What are you gonna do?

It's difficult.
We don't know why Felton was killed.

It's possible he was found out.
It's possible he wasn't.

So we go on with the investigation!

We bring in every member
of that car ring, including Cantwell.

We put them in the Box
until we find who's responsible.

If we start questioning Cantwell's
crew, we'll never find our leak.

Felton 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 feel
this decision was already made?

It was. Homicide and llD are working
together on Beau Felton's murder.

This is good, right here.

Here. Keep the change.

Oh. Sorry, I...

I guess you don't take francs.
There you go.

Mon dieu! Megan!

- Mon dieuyourself.
- Hey.

- How are you?
- Hey.

Hey, Russert.
What a surprise!

- Hi, Kay.
- We didn't know you were comin'.

- Did we know you were comin'?
- I wasn't going to, but...

I could grieve for Beau in Paris
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.

Not that we don't appreciate
you flying 3,000 miles,

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

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.

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

- Thanks, Kay.
- Ow! What?

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

I knew you'd be back.
I wanted you to feel at home.

Thanks.

- Megan Russert's here. You see her?
- I spoke with her.

She hasn't heard from Beau
for the past couple of months.

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,
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.

- You follow me?
- Yeah, all the way to the house.

I know a Mr George Bayliss
lives there.

- Jeez, Frank!
- Sorry. I'm a detective.

It's what I do.

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. He's gone.

Whole sick, twisted thing,

he destroyed himself.
He needed me.

When I first went over there
to his house,

I thought that by seeing him,
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?

Bayliss, Pembleton,
my office now!

We're back on the Felton case!
Let's go!