All language subtitles for Homicide life on the street S06E14 - Lies And Other Truths

- You believe this idiot?
- Do you want me to drive?

No, thanks. You had some wine at lunch.

So? You had some wine, too.

- Oh, this is...
- Jerry!

- Why don't you just calm down?
- I'm calm. I'm calm.

- Take that, fool!
- What are you doing?

God!

This guy's crazy!

- Hey, Tony.
- Hi.

- What's going on?
- Got a signal-32.

I have two bodies.

Dominick Chewning is in the State
Road Management vehicle.

And a Jerry Dietz who's in the Taurus.

Who left in the ambo?

That would be Ava Dietz,
Jerry Dietz's wife. She's critical.

Couldn't Traffic handle this?
Why call us?

Usually, we do,
but we have a witness

who says the driver of the truck
forced the car off the road.

- Thanks.
- Thanks.

If it is a murder, the driver of the truck
is dead. Who do we arrest?

If it's a homicide, he's a murderer.

Fellow in the truck
was thrown through the windshield.

He had a fractured skull,
a broken right leg,

and he probably had
major internal injuries.

What about the other guy, Dietz?

Brought back memories
of Jayne Mansfield, let's say.

Voluptuous starlet,
decapitated in a car accident?

- Dietz was decapitated?
- Yep. Take a look for yourself.

- Ouch.
- All right, guys, I'm out of here.

Later I'll give you more blow-by-blow.

- Thanks, Doc.
- All right.

This is Paul Sanders.
He saw the accident.

What can you tell us, Mr Sanders?

I could see 'em comin'
from way up the highway.

Looked like they were tryin'
to kill one another.

Drivin' crazy up the highway,
and comin' at me.

I got up on the wall.

They were comin' at me so fast,
I did a Greg Louganis.

A forward dive with a single twist.

- That's a very nice suit.
- Thanks. Got it on sale at Syms.

- Hugo Boss. Double-breasted.
- Snazzy.

How about responsible?
Today the judge is making a ruling.

This is my last chance
to make a good impression.

Scratch snazzy, then. Reliable.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Funny thing is I don't know
if I want to win this case.

What do you mean?

They ask you enough questions,
you start to doubt yourself.

Maybe he's happier
with his mom, one home.

I dunno what's best for the kid.

Yeah, but Daniel's got two parents
that care for him.

Whether he brushes his teeth
at your house or her house,

you're still gonna love him.
Don't worry about it.

I'm gonna need that pep talk
when this is all over.

- You gonna be around later?
- I'll take you to dinner. Either way.

- Congratulations or commiserations.
- You got a deal.

Wear that suit, you can't lose.

I've worked murders all over this city,
and never had one in Fort Holabird.

It used to be a prison.

This is where John Dean did time
for his Watergate gig.

- Really? What was it before that?
- Something armed services.

Army, navy, air force, marine, what?

What am I?
The Maryland Historical Society?

- Hey, what did you dig up, Rogers?
- One deceased white male. 40s.

Shot? Stabbed? Strangled?

None of the above.
Apparently, he was buried alive.

Buried alive?

An anonymous 911 call told us
there was a body buried

under the Fort Holabird parade grounds.

Got here. Looked like a fresh grave.
Dug it up.

And found?

A wooden coffin in splinters,
some hi-tech cellphone,

a water bottle, flashlight,
an air tube for breathing.

Whoever buried him wanted
to keep him alive.

But the coffin collapsed,
and the grave became real.

- So what's it look like?
- Asphyxiation.

His mouth and throat
are filled with dirt.

Was he alive when he was buried?

Probably. Won't know for sure
till I get him on the table.

What about the anonymous 911 call?

Did they leave any more information?
Like, say, the victim's name?

His name is Ashley Ashford Akton
of Chattanooga.

Who are you?

I'm his wife, Delphine Akton.

Mrs Akton, when was the last time
you heard from your husband?

Two hours ago.
He phoned me from his grave.

We have a body buried alive under
the parade grounds at Fort Holabird?

- Mm-hm.
- A murder?

Even though the victim
got into the coffin himself,

and he carried water,
a cellphone and a tube for breathing,

the lid of the coffin was tampered with,
causing it to collapse.

Our only witness is a little slow.

She said she saw five men
arrive in a BGE truck.

She can't give a description
of any of the guys.

BGE have no record of a truck
near Fort Holabird last night.

Check on CIC alumni organisations.

CI what?

Fort Holabird was a spy school.

During the early years of the Cold War,

it was the most renowned training centre
for secret operations in the world.

So we'll do some research.

And what did the wife say?

We got her waiting in the Box.

She's been cooperative,
but hasn't given up much.

Did her husband call her
from the coffin? Did the wife call 911?

No. It was anonymous.

Ballard, Gharty,
find out who called 911.

Also, check the victim's
cellphone records.

He may have called someone else.

- Like the killer maybe?
- Oh, no, no, no.

It'd be too easy that way.

I think this case is a murder.
Truck driver killed Dietz.

The truck driver is deceased,
so we get an automatic clearance.

You're saying that
based on one witness's testimony.

The two people
who know what happened are dead.

- What about the wife?
- If she remembers anything.

- May I help you?
- Detective Munch and Kellerman.

We'd like to ask Mrs Dietz
a few questions.

I'm Lynne Judson,
the Dietz family attorney.

- What's the prognosis?
- She's still in shock. Concussion.

She's also paralysed
from the neck down,

and the doctors don't know whether
or not it's permanent or temporary.

Lynne? Who's there?

It's the police, Ava.
They want to ask you a few questions.

All right.

- Mrs Dietz, what happened?
- He kept ramming into us.

The driver of the truck
was deliberately hitting your car?

My husband...

...he accidentally cut him off.

Then...

Hmm...

It was like the driver
wanted to kill us.

I'm gonna have to ask you all
to come back later, Detectives.

I called home to talk to Ash.

When the answering machine picked up,
I checked the messages.

I'm at the fort,
under the parade grounds!

That's when I heard Ash's voice.

- Quite terrified.
- Call the police!

You didn't feel it necessary
to call the police?

You have to understand my husband.

Help! I've been betrayed!

I'm trying very hard
to do that, Mrs Akton.

Ashley flitted
from one eccentricity to another.

Being buried alive.

Ash's father and his uncle
were grand adventurers.

They received military instruction
at Fort Holabird.

Ash was quite obsessed with the history.

- He had been to Fort Holabird before?
- Oh, yes. Many times.

And who did he do his adventuring with?
He couldn't have done that alone.

No.

He had all sorts of compatriots,

sycophants, lackeys.

Do you know the names
of any of these lackeys?

I have no idea.

He was as secretive
as he was incompetent.

- Hey, twerps!
- Yo, Seattle.

- Akton's cellphone.
- Oh.

It is a custom-made, high-speed model,

sold at the Silent Service spy store
on Eastern Avenue.

- Come on. Let's get out of here.
- Great work.

Mr Chewning, the driver of the truck,
committed the ultimate sin.

He wasn't wearing his seat belt.

Cause of death was a torn aorta,
which caused massive internal bleeding.

- Any alcohol or drugs in his system?
- No. He was clean.

What about our boy Dietz?

Besides the decapitation,

Mr Dietz also had
major internal injuries,

and a blood alcohol level of.09.

So that's still below the legal limit.
He wasn't drunk.

Well, for a man his size, 220Ib,

.09's right at the line.

I don't suppose you could tell us
which one caused the crash.

If I could, I wouldn't be
cutting bodies for a living.

- I'd have a psychic hot line!
- Gee's gonna love this. Ready?

- I'll catch up to you.
- Yeah, OK.

- See ya, Munch.
- See ya.

You free for lunch later?

Yeah. Much later.
What do you have in mind?

Lunch. At the Waterfront.

I don't know if that's such
a good idea, you going to a bar and all.

I think I'll be fine.

You weren't so fine
the last time we were there.

Meldrick got suspended.
Georgia Rae Mahoney's suing me.

I got screwed up. I'm OK now.

OK. 3:00?

- I'll be waiting.
- OK.

Excuse us.

May I help you?

Yeah, I'm Detective Bayliss,

and this is Detective Pembleton,
Baltimore Homicide.

Nelson Broyles.

- Is that real dynamite there?
- Yes, it is.

- What's it used for?
- To induce reluctant tongues to waggle.

This technique was very popular
with the East Germans in the '50s.

If their captive wouldn't talk,

they would strap him into this vest

with his thumbs
holding down the detonation buttons.

He'd eventually grow too weary
to keep his fingers on the buttons...

And he'd blow himself up.

Is there something
you needed, Detectives?

Yeah. I just needed to know
if you sell this model phone.

Oh, yes. We call it the Mumbly.

Do you know who might have purchased
this particular phone?

I... er...

...only knew him by his code name.

Well, what was his code name?

Johnny B Goode.

Can you tell us more
about Johnny B Goode?

Johnny B Goode demanded the best.

That phone alone is $3,000,

plus a maintenance contract,
monitoring service.

Monitoring service?

We monitor all ingoing
and outgoing calls.

Did your monitors hear
what happened last night?

Of course. Goode was... suffocating.

That's why I called 911.

You called 911?
Why didn't you leave your name?

That would have been a breach
of our customer's privacy.

We'll need a copy of the audiotape
of that cellphone call.

I am sorry. That would be
against our confidentiality clause.

I'll be back with a subpoena.

All right, we have case
number 98-21-47.

Would anyone like to take a shot
as to cause of death? Yes.

Traumatic subarachnoid
haemorrhaging?

Continue.

From initial observation, there appears
to be transverse linear bruising

behind his left ear.

Very good hypothesis.
Aaron, prepare the body for autopsy.

Julianna?

Hey, Jesse! Wow!
What brings you down to the depths?

I thought I'd check up on our
award-winning Chief Medical Examiner.

Everyone, I would like you
to meet Jesse Randolph,

assistant to the director
of the State of Maryland,

Department of Health
and Human Services.

Affectionately known as our boss.

- Hey, Scheiner. How's it swingin'?
- Not so great.

You wanna see a few autopsies?

- You got a minute?
- Absolutely. Sure.

I hear the portable X-ray machines
arrived this week.

Oh, they did, they did.

Many thanks to the state
for allocating the necessary funds.

- We try to take care of our own.
- So what's up?

We were doing a review
of some cases,

and noticed something
with case number 98-21-32.

- 21-32? 21-32?
- The Dietz accident?

The passenger car and
the State Road Management vehicle.

- Right. What about it?
- The blood alcohol level. It said.09.

Dietz probably had
a few glasses of wine. Why?

We have some other information

that says that the level
should've been higher.

Is it possible for blood alcohol
to have dropped

in the time between
the accident and the autopsy?

Yeah, it's possible, but...

Could you double-check the results?
Run the tests again?

- Yeah. Sure. No problem.
- Thanks.

'Breathing tube A-OK.
Flashlight, water supply A-OK.

'The next 12 hours
will be a piece o' cake.'

Maybe this was just some middle-aged
fraternity ritual gone wrong.

Why haven't his compatriots
come forward?

We need to find the four mystery men
that did the burying.

What about the CIC alumni groups?

I did find a few groups
that are still active in the area,

but none of them have heard
of Ashley Akton.

What about the call to his wife?
Did Akton give any names?

This is the last thing
we heard before he died.

'Oh, God! I'm at the fort,
under the parade grounds!

'Call the police! I've been betrayed! '

Question being
who betrayed him and why?

This case is connected to Fort Holabird.

I've got a contact
with inside information.

Sam... it's El Diago.

El Diago, they haven't hanged you yet,
thanks to God.

You before me, Ilya Ivanovich!

These are two of my detectives,
Pembleton and Bayliss.

This is Sam Dunn, otherwise known
as Ilya Ivanovich Poliafkov.

What can you tell us about
our murder victim, Mr Dunn?

Ah, yes, your man in the box.
Let's get a whiskey.

I will give you a crash course

in what the Russians
refer to as zhazdushchiy.

What you night call wannabes.

Wannabes?

Wannabe spies.

The wannabes are drawn to the skills
that were once taught at Holabird.

Lock-picking, tapping,
bugging, surveillance.

Then, of course,
there was brain surgery,

methods of interrogation.

Why torture and terrorise
when you can mind-bend?

So these wannabes are what?
They're waiting for the next Cold War?

They wish the Cold War
had never ended.

Why not enlist in the CIA?
Make the fantasy a reality?

Check his background. I will guarantee
you will find a string of failures.

Denied applications for CIA, NSA, FBI.
Possibly even local law enforcement.

Well, what about these other wannabes?
Akton's compatriots?

They probably had fathers
at Holabird as well.

He may have known some of them
from childhood, from school.

Then it also follows
that these fellow wannabes

would also have applied
to the CIA, the NSA.

But these agencies must get
thousands of applications a year.

They're not gonna keep around
20-year-old rejection notices.

Sam... how about making a few calls?

El Diago, I can refuse you nothing.

- Dr Cox?
- Yeah.

Lynne Judson,
attorney for the Dietz family.

I'm here to pick up a copy
of the autopsy report.

The autopsy report?

We have pending litigation
against the State of Maryland.

I'm sorry, Ms Judson,
but it's not ready yet.

We're waiting for more lab results.
We're double-checking some data.

Jerry Dietz's head was cut off,

and I need to prove that the man driving
that truck was grossly negligent.

The State is seeking
sovereign immunity.

It's bad enough Ava
may never walk again.

- Who's Ava?
- Mrs Dietz.

CAT scan showed swelling
around the spinal cord.

I'm sorry. I can only state
the medical facts as to cause of death.

You can reach me at this number.

- Great.
- Thank you.

A loving and attentive mother

who, from the day of his birth,

has shaped her life
around her son's every need.

Or a rookie homicide detective,

who spends his days and probably
most nights chasing killers.

If Daniel were your child,
whom would you choose?

Thank you, Mr Zaymore.
This hearing is concluded.

I'll review the testimony given
and the evidence presented

and will be back with a ruling
in half an hour.

Julianna, what did you find out?

Hey, Jesse. Where is it?

There you go.

Blood alcohol still says.09.

Yeah, that was my finding.

Even given the timetable,
I don't believe it could be any higher.

We need the level to be higher.
. 11 or even. 10.

It's one or two infinitesimal numbers.
I'm sure you can...

What are you asking?

We like you, Julianna.

You've done wonders in making this one
of the top-notch forensic facilities,

but there's a lot at stake
with the Dietz case.

All we're asking for is a minute change

that, based on your expertise,
no one will question.

And if I don't make that change?

That's a conversation
we don't want to have.

Here.

Yeah... I'll give it another pass.

Maybe I...

Maybe I didn't fully factor in
the timeframe.

I've been busy.

Yeah, you have.

Are we any closer
to finding Akton's associates?

Yeah, Akton was rejected by the FBI
in 1973 and again in 1974 and 1975.

He was also turned down
by various police departments

in Kentucky, Tennessee and Maryland.

So Sam was right?

He went to the University
of Southern Maryland, class of '72.

- We're cross-checking his classmates...
- So far I'm coming up dry.

Wait a minute, you guys.

Three of Akton's classmates who applied
to the FBI the same year Akton did,

two were rejected.

One took the training programme
and then dropped out.

Frederick Napes, Jerome Optner

and... a-ha... Nelson Broyles.

- Nelson Broyles?
- Uh-huh.

Who is Nelson Broyles?

Nelson Broyles, he's the owner
of the Silent Service spy shop.

He made the 911 call.

- All right, pick up Mr Broyles.
- Wait a second.

Our witness said
that four men buried Akton.

Now, Gee, we might be missing out
on a real grand opportunity

to put these guys all away at once.

- I don't get it.
- We have that cellphone, right?

- It's in Evidence Control.
- It was monitored by the spy shop.

I make a bogus call
off that phone to Danvers,

and I talk about the imminent arrest
of the four participants in Akton's death.

Then Broyles will monitor the call
and he'll panic.

Unless he suspects a trick.

This guy is no real spy,
so he's gonna panic either way.

- He phones the other guilty parties.
- And we get a hat trick plus one.

- By spreading disinformation?
- It's a classic spy technique, Frank.

Give it a try.

But one way or another, I want to see
a classic homicide technique.

Nelson Broyles in the Box.

Your boss want you to change the blood
alcohol levels in the Dietz case?

Yep.

First I thought
it was just a periodic review.

Later I found out
there was a major lawsuit in the works.

Well, they want
to prove Dietz was drunk.

Muddy the waters. Get themselves
off the hook for liability.

Dietz was drinking.
He just wasn't drunk.

- Who do you think caused the crash?
- That's still inconclusive.

Traffic's conducting
their own investigation,

analysing skid marks,
damage to the vehicles.

Even if it's called a murder,
it's still only gonna matter on paper.

No. No, it matters to Ava Dietz.

It affects her lawsuit.

So does her husband's
blood alcohol level.

There's a lot of money
at stake here, Mike.

They are really putting on the pressure.

You're not gonna change the results,
are you?

I don't know.

I worked really hard to get where I am.

Medical school, internships, residency.

And, my God, thousands of autopsies.

I mean, I could lose everything.

You should go to the press discreetly.

- Leak the report.
- Leak it?

They find out, I still lose my job.

Play your cards right,
you'll stay insulated. Look at Gee.

That guy's made plenty
of quiet phone calls in his day.

He's still running the squad.

We're talking about
a couple of numbers.

If I factor in his weight, four drinks
puts him over the limit. It's possible.

No, it's crap.

You're not a person who follows orders
and says, "What choice did I have?"

If I want to keep my job,
maybe that's who I'm gonna have to be.

Oh...

He's probably back there
flippin' a coin.

Heads for Mom, tails for Dad.

I screwed up in there. I froze.

I didn't say what I should have.

I mean, I'm out there every day.
I see how life works.

These kids, 14, 15, gettin' shot at,
shooting at each other,

the mothers show up sometimes
to bail them out,

but the father, he's never in sight.

I mean, I was 12, 13 on the street,
causing my share of trouble.

- My pop...
- Your father was an alcoholic.

I know. He drank a little too much.

But he was there for me.
He knew right from wrong.

Today, if I'm a cop instead
of a criminal, he gets the credit.

- That's what I want to be for Daniel.
- I can't do that?

Maybe you can. I don't know, Janine.

I want him turning out OK.

If him staying with you
will make that happen,

I have to respect that.

It doesn't matter where he brushes his
teeth. I'm not gonna love him any less.

The judge is back in. We're ready.

When did the third man
enter the shop?

20 minutes ago.
The first two 10 minutes before that.

- So far nobody's left?
- Nah.

After the third guy got here,
they put out the closed sign.

OK, let's do it.

Hey! Hey! Baltimore Police!

Put your hands over your head!

You gentlemen
mind identifying yourselves?

Er... I'm Frederick Mapes.

- This is Millard Pruit, Jerome Optner.
- We've broken no laws here.

We just want to ask you
some questions about Ashley Akton.

What happened with Ash
was totally accidental.

You accidentally buried him alive?

Our organisation is called
the Sons of the Silent Service.

- Ash was on a training mission.
- Being buried alive?

Like he would've been
by the East Germans in the '50s.

- But something went wrong.
- Very wrong.

Someone switched the caskets.

Ash insisted we leave.
He wanted to fly without a safety net.

We argued but, ultimately, the decision
was made to honour his wishes.

Uh-huh. And who insisted
that you leave?

Nelson Broyles? Where is Broyles?

Er... he left.

No. We had a uniform posted outside.
No one left.

- We have to tell you all our secrets?
- Yes! All your secrets!

There's an underground passageway
out the back.

We want to cooperate
any way we can, Detective.

Good. That's good, because until I know
the truth, you're all under arrest.

- What?
- But we haven't done anything.

- Come on.
- Wait a minute. Please!

'Reminder, there will be
a staff physicians' meeting at 3:00pm.

'Staff physicians' meeting at 3:00pm.'

- Hey, Al. You got a minute?
- Dr Cox, come on in.

- Mind if I close the door?
- Go ahead. What can I do for you?

- I need your advice.
- Yeah. Anything.

The Dietz case. The accident
with the State Road Management truck.

- Traffic is still investigating that one.
- Yeah, well...

I was asked or encouraged, rather,

to change Dietz's blood alcohol level,
so that it would appear he was DWI.

Who asked you to make that change?

The state. My boss.

- The director?
- Well, not directly.

That's why I'm asking for your help.

I wanna leak the story.

So who do you know in the media?

These are never easy decisions.

It's evident that both parties
have a great deal to offer their son.

However, given the boy's age,

taking into account the lifestyle
and personalities of both parents,

I've decided to rule
in favour of Mrs Falsone.

Daniel will continue
to reside with his mother,

spending every other weekend
with Mr Falsone.

Paul...

Daniel can stay with you this week.

- That's OK.
- No, really.

He'll stay with you, then with me.
What does the judge know?

Lots of people work it that way.
We can give it a try at least.

- OK, Janine...
- Wait a minute.

- OK, we'll give it a try.
- OK.

- Hey!
- I need to speak with you.

About?

I got a call from the "Baltimore Sun"
regarding the Dietz case.

- Really?
- Yeah.

They had knowledge
of Dietz's blood alcohol level

at the time of the accident.

- There's been a leak.
- Not from here.

Where else would it come from?

Look, Ava Dietz's husband is dead,

and she may be paralysed
for the rest of her life.

You are asking me to lie, Jesse,
and for what?

To save the state
a couple of lousy bucks?

How can you, in all good conscience,
accuse me of doing something wrong?

I'm doing my job.

So am I.

You should go see the director.

Sounds like I'm being sent
to the principal's office.

Hi. I'm Julianna Cox.
I'm here to see the director.

He's expecting you.

Hi. I've been waiting a long time.

He just called.
He's been delayed in a meeting.

- He did ask me to give you a message.
- OK.

He says you're fired.

Thanks.

Where's Nelson Broyles?

Well, his description's on the wire,

and we got uniforms
from every district on a manhunt.

So the rest of these nut-jobs
are giving him up?

Yeah, but Danvers says, given
that Akton was a willing participant,

we need a confession
to bring a case against Broyles.

Nobody move,
or I'll blow up the entire building!

Detective Bayliss.

I understand you've been looking for me.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You know,
when I first came here to Baltimore,

I fired this Dr Rivlin
for falsifying a report.

This job isn't about doing favours.
This job is about finding truth.

And you were right, Kellerman.

It's a lot easier living with that
than it is being somebody's pawn.

So that's it? You're out?

You know,
they say you can't fight City Hall.

Well, if so, then the State of Maryland
is Mike Tyson.

And yeah, yeah.

I don't have the heft to go nine rounds.

- So what are you gonna do now?
- Leave.

Night, Dr Cox. See you in the morning.

- All right, Scheiner. You take it easy.
- Thank you.

- He doesn't know, does he?
- No.

They'll find out tomorrow.

I can't stand all that
sentimental goodbye crap anyway.

You want to get a drink?

You do remember how
this vest functions, Detective Bayliss?

If my thumbs release the two detonation
buttons they're holding down,

the dynamite explodes.

- What is it you want, Mr Broyles?
- Don't take me for a fool!

Nobody wants to do that.

To think I had anything to do
with Akton's death! I'm innocent!

Mr Tutti Frutti, you tell 'em.

No need for code names.
They know who we are.

- You've betrayed the Silent Sons?
- For God's sake...

Don't come any closer! No!

None of you understand.

If it wasn't for the skill

and the courage
of intelligence operatives,

the Cold War would have turned hot!

The A-bomb would have dropped.

They saved the world from annihilation.

Ashley Akton's father,
your father, among others.

What do you know about my father?

About your father?

Well, your father,
he trained at Holabird.

He had skill, courage. Do you?

The Silent Sons
carry on the traits of honour!

Is it honourable to blow up 50
innocent people as a mass murderer?

Better dead than a captive!

What did they teach at Fort Holabird?
What did they say was the true torture?

Not being buried alive.
That's just small potatoes.

Not being strapped into a dynamite vest.

No one wants you to surrender.
We want to interview you.

I mean, surely you can resist
simple law enforcement techniques?

Of course.

Of course.

Then let's go.

The vest cut-off switch
is under my left arm.

I got it, I got it.
I'll take care of it.

My mind has been trained

to resist the most powerful
brainwashing techniques

known to the military.

You're not gonna get
any confession out of me.

All right, I confess. I confess.

I killed Akton. I confess.

I switched the coffins. I killed Akton.

I switched the coffins.

Why?

Akton was a dilettante and a drunk.
He couldn't be trusted.

He revealed our secrets to outsiders.

- And for that he had to die?
- We're still at war, Detective.

They may not report it
in the newspapers or on the TV...

...but we are still very much at war.

A war against our own complacency.

True espionage, good spydom,
must be preserved at all costs.

Akton knew what the rules were.

If you wanted Akton dead,
why did you call 911?

- I don't know.
- You had second thoughts, didn't you?

Lacked the courage
of your own convictions.

You're not a spy. You're a failure.

You're not the man that your father was.

Here... Go ahead.

- Right there.
- Where?

Right there.

That's great.

- The human mind is a very fragile thing.
- That's the truth.

You really used
those brainwashing techniques?

The basis for brainwashing
is deprivation of sleep.

Deny the mind rest, it will bend.

Did you ever meet anybody
that you couldn't brainwash?

There was only one man.

His determination was inhuman.

- Who was it?
- Al Giardello.

Whoa!
Wait a second! Wait a second!

Gee, were you a prisoner of war?

I'd rather not talk about it.

I was still with KGB on loan to Hanoi.

I tried mind-bending El Diago
for over four months.

He convinced me to defect.

You talked Dunn
out of being a communist agent?

Me and $300,000.

Hey! Seems like old times
seeing you two drinking together.

Munch, can I get a Wild Turkey?

Mm-hm. Jim Beam?

- Please.
- Coming up.

You sure about leaving?
You're not gonna fight this?

Thanks.

No. Nah. I need a change.

I've been working
around the dead for so long,

it might be nice to smell something
in the air other than formaldehyde!

Maybe I'll travel.

Isn't that what you're supposed
to do when you're fired?

'The State of Maryland
has made a settlement

'for a sum of $45 million
in the Dietz accident case.'

$45 million? That's good for Mrs Dietz.

'The Dietz family attorney,
Lynne Judson,

'says she is satisfied
with the surprise outcome.'

'Thank you, Dawn. And now... '

You did good.

Yeah, I did.

You want another?

No. I'm about ready to go.

But if you leave town,
what happens to us?

Much to my dismay,
there never was an us.

You stay out of trouble, OK?

Hey, where's Julianna going?
The night is young.

She had to leave. I'll take another.

Way down south where
I'll make my stop

They do a dance down there
Called the Georgia Slop

They all hang out at Peg Leg Lee's

And they don't give a hoot
About no police...