All language subtitles for Homicide life on the street S07E14 - A Case Of Do Or Die

Oh, so you're not gonna
tell me your secret.

There is no secret. It just happened.

That's impossible.
Bayliss, look at you. You're a stick.

Nobody drops 15lbs
and claims it just happened.

The truth is I never set out
to lose weight.

I just embraced the Zen path
and the pounds just disappeared.

Eastern religion's your answer?
A couple of Om Shantis, I get skinny?

How come Buddha's
got such a big belly?

That's not Buddha. You mean Ho Tai.

- Who?
- Detectives.

What you got?

Caucasian. Female. Mid to late 20s.

Severe fracture to the skull.
A possible broken neck.

- You got any ID on her?
- No wallet. No ID.

Where's the body?
Did you hide the body somewhere?

Look down.

- Whoa.
- I didn't see this edge. Did you?

Well, she probably didn't either.

An accident?

Excuse me. What's going on?

We're looking for my sister,
Kimberly Cullen.

- She was walking her dog.
- And you are?

Erika Cullen.
This is my boyfriend, Charlie Eichhorn.

We were at her house.
She left three hours ago.

Can you describe her to us?

Long hair. Dark blonde.

She was wearing a silver dress.

Why are you looking like that?

There's a woman there.
She seems to have fallen.

Oh, it can't be Kimberly.

- We can have one of you look.
- No. It's not Kimberly.

- Charlie...
- No. It just can't be Kim.

She's getting married in the morning.

Kimberly's life was just getting going.

She was marrying the man she loved.

She was starting law school in the fall.

Duke University.

How long had your sister and Marcus
been together?

Two years.
They moved into this place a year ago.

And how long had they been engaged?

Since May. Around eight months.

What time did you leave
the rehearsal dinner?

Around er... 11:30.

Then the four of you came back here?

Yeah. Then Kim went to walk Sadie.

Marcus, her fianc,
offered to go with her.

- But she said no?
- She was gonna go round the block.

She'd be back in ten minutes.

Did Kimberly have a bag with her?
A wallet?

No. Nothing.

She was wearing a ring.

Both her hands were bare.
Are you sure that she had it on?

Kim never took off that ring.

From the day Marcus proposed,
it was glued to her finger.

She wouldn't even let me try it on.

Dorothy and I hated seeing Kim go,
but we knew it was the right thing.

She had a scholarship, you know.

Full tuition.

When she still didn't come home,
we went out to look for her.

And this is you, Erika and Marcus?

Yeah.
We searched the whole neighbourhood.

We checked Leakin Park twice.

Sadie!

Come on, girl. Where are you?

Sadie!

- Your sister's having a baby?
- She was due yesterday.

Any minute now I become Uncle Mike.

Which means
Gee's gonna be a grandfather.

If you want to stay in Homicide,
I wouldn't tell anyone.

I think my father's feeling a bit old.

He'll get over it once he sees the kid.

Welcome to the historic
Senator Theatre, Detectives.

- Can I take your tickets?
- Point us toward the dead guy, Hoskins.

Right this way.

What we got?

Driver's licence
reads Michael Benjamin Blowen.

White male. 45 years of age.

Found cooling in his seat
after a Bogart double feature.

- Which movies?
- "Casablanca" and "The Big Sleep".

It seems he took the second title
a tad too literal.

Talk to us, Dyer.

You may get off easy.
There's no visible trauma.

I'm guessing heart attack.

You're guessing?

I need to see his insides first.

Well, do us a favour
and put a rush on it.

Might as well
start asking questions.

- Where's the rest of the audience?
- At home.

- You let 'em leave?
- This place emptied before the credits.

A janitor came in to clean up.

Blowen's still sitting here
waiting on the next show.

OK, I suppose that leaves us
with only one thing to do.

Round up the usual suspects.

- Hey.
- Hey.

So... who did you talk to?

Let's see,
I talked to Charlie, her father,

a couple of cousins.

I talked to Erika, the bride's mom
and the groom's mom.

Hmm... But not him?

Who?

The groom. Marcus.

No. I thought that you were
talking to him.

No, I didn't talk to him.
I thought you were gonna talk to him.

- You wanna go up?
- Maybe we should wait.

No, no, no. I'll go up.

Marcus, I'm Detective Bayliss.

I'm sorry.
I have to ask you some questions.

Is that OK with you, son?

Had Kimberly been to Leakin Park
before?

It isn't safe in there at night. She said
she was going around the block.

But you went there to look for her?

- We looked everywhere.
- And then you came home?

In case she showed up.

I thought she'd be here
when we walked in the door.

I... I...

You ought to go now, Detective.

We can talk later.

You're the owner?

The owner's in Philly. I'm the manager.

The manager, the projectionist
and sometimes the ticket-taker.

I do pretty much everything here
except direct the old pictures.

- Is the guy still in his seat?
- They should be wheeling him out soon.

I've been running this place for
nine years. No one's died on me before.

Can you tell us if Blowen
came to the movies here often?

Well, he did seem vaguely familiar,
but, often, I don't know.

We may not be a multiplex,
but we get pretty decent crowds.

Can't keep track of every face
who comes here.

What about tonight?
How full was the theatre?

About half.
You know, midnight double feature.

Not too many people want
to stay up that late, even for Bogey.

We're gonna need
to talk to audience members.

Did anyone pay by credit card?

Well, maybe a handful.

If you just give me a minute,
I'll pull the slips.

Jujube?

My watch says ten after five.

In less than six hours, 150 guests
are gonna show up at St John's

to watch Marcus marry Kimberly.

Kimberly's on the way to the morgue.

As you'd expect,
the immediate family's a mess.

The dad has asked us to show up
at the church for when the guests arrive

so that we can help spread the news.

If Kim had any enemies,
this will be the crowd to tell us.

- Falsone and I can tag along.
- More the merrier.

We'll go back to the scene.

Leakin Park is poorly lit.
We'll have better luck after sunrise.

- What do you hope to find?
- A sheepdog called Sadie.

Cullen was walking her.

We're also looking for footprints.
Maybe Cullen was followed.

Have we ruled out the fianc?

Hume was with relatives for two hours
following Cullen's disappearance.

The ME said she died close to midnight.
He couldn't have pushed her.

As far as we know, no one did.

She was walking too close to the edge
and she fell in.

What a night for that to happen.

One night is as random as the next.
Death obeys no set schedule.

Yeah, that, or maybe Cullen
chose her moment carefully.

You mean committed suicide?

26-year-old takes a nosedive off a cliff
12 hours before she gets married.

- I can't be the only one to have thunk it.
- You're not.

- So?
- The engagement ring is missing.

Accident or suicide,
the ring should be on her finger.

- A stream is below the cliff, right?
- Yeah.

She tossed it in the water
before she went over.

Look, she never showed
any signs of depression.

Everyone we spoke to
said she had never been happier.

Or so it appeared. Search that stream.
I bet you find a ring.

We've got more reason to suspect
Cullen was robbed than killed herself.

We should start with the pawn shops
before we hire divers.

Hey, it's your case.

We should check
with Robbery and Vice.

See if there's any crime patterns
in Leakin Park.

Any muggings, assaults, drug activity.

All right, we can't say homicide
or suicide or otherwise

until we get more information.

Let's see what we uncover.
Let's push the ME.

So we tell the guests the bride is dead
and we don't know what happened?

That's what we tell 'em.

He walked down the aisle

He gives me a smile

When we walk
As we walk

Down the aisle of love

Ooh

The preacher said

Will you take this woman
To be your wife

To love and to cherish

For the rest of your life

As we walked

As we walked

Walked down the aisle...

Dead babies, dead brides.

In Baltimore, you couldn't bring me
a straightforward drug shooting.

You'll see your share.

We're still getting to know each other.
Don't wanna make it easy.

Oh, don't worry. You haven't.

OK, fractured skull.

Internal trauma.
All consistent with the 40-foot fall.

All sustained upon impact.

- She didn't have any additional injuries?
- No signs of struggle or sexual assault.

- I assume you've seen the fingernails.
- No. What about 'em?

Freshly manicured.
Nice and neat for the wedding.

Except she has dirt and moss
underneath the forenails.

The one in the right index is chipped.

So she was holding onto the cliff?
She was hanging there?

It's a strong possibility.

And if she was holding onto the cliff,
she didn't want to fall.

- That leans us towards an accident.
- Or robbery.

Or even suicide.
I've seen plenty of them up in Boston.

People who jump into that great void,
and then have a tardy change of heart.

So if you had to rule it, you'd say...

I'm afraid I don't have an answer.

As of now, cause of death
is massive head trauma.

Manner of death remains undetermined.

I took my daughter to the double feature
for her birthday.

Somehow she reached 18
without seeing "Casablanca".

Do you remember noticing this man?

Oh, how could I forget him?

The lights dim, he starts yelling out lines.
One hour in, he gives up the ending.

"She gets on the plane.
She leaves him behind."

Too bad for your daughter.

That idiot ruined her entire experience.

She'd been better off if we'd stayed
home and rented the videos.

I'm an insomniac. Sometimes
rather than tossing and turning,

I'll head on up to the Senator
to catch the midnight show.

Their films tend to put me right out.

You slept through both movies?

I dosed off during the previews.

I am dreaming away

when this fella
starts talking back to the movies.

He wakes me up.
I left before the second show.

I shushed the guy twice.
Both times he ignored me.

Did you ask him again?

Yeah, I went right up to his seat.

- But it didn't work?
- He got even louder.

If it wasn't the heart attack,
I wish you two luck.

Wasn't a soul in that theatre
that didn't want that man dead.

- Who's the kid?
- His name's Brian Turrell.

Wants to be a detective
when he grows up.

The bosses paid him a visit in hospital
and took some pictures.

Distinguished-looking young man.
Looks very cop-like in that hat.

Put those up in the squad room.

Well, that's the plan, Sparky.

- Did you see this, Meldrick?
- See what?

Kimberly Cullen's obituary.

Oh, yeah. That's Ballard
and Bayliss's dead bride, huh?

Yep. NCAA sprinter.
Americorps volunteer.

Fluent in Spanish. Phi Beta Kappa.
Now look at this.

- Wedding announcement.
- Same paper and section.

- Someone should have caught it.
- Different departments?

- Her family's gotta see this?
- Hopefully, they won't.

Or you wanna bet they will?

How are we doing on footprints?

It's mostly our own.
The place got trampled.

Found six others,
apart from the victim's.

None within feet of the spot
where hers stop.

- And the dog?
- There's no sign of Sadie.

- Tim, Tim!
- Ballard! Come on! Hey, be careful.

Look. Right there.

Fingernail marks.
She must have grabbed onto that ledge.

- Been waiting on you.
- Got something for us?

I might. I had a chat with Ravitch
down at Robbery.

He says Leakin Park's been quiet,

but they did work
a couple of muggings in November.

Yeah?

Kid with a switchblade
likes to wave it in people's faces

and take their wallets.

- Any description?
- Right here.

17, 18 years old. Brown hair. Bad skin.

I told Ravitch to keep in touch.

- Don't I get a thank you?
- Oy...

- Thank you.
- Hey...

Do I get dinner?

I guess that's a no.

Cullen goes out to walk the dog.

Now this kid jumps out in front of her
waving the knife.

He doesn't want to hurt her.
He wants the ring.

So she gives him the ring,

but next he wants the wallet
which she doesn't have.

The kid threatens Cullen.

She backs up. She falls.

He freaks. He runs off with the ring.

Now she catches the ledge,
but she can't hold on.

- Yeah, it could be.
- It makes sense.

- Detective Bayliss?
- Yeah.

Are you police sources?
Who is police sources?

Er... I'm sorry. I don't understand.

"Investigators suspect foul play

"but have yet to eliminate
the possibility of suicide,"

say police sources.

Who said that? Was it you?

- Why don't you have a seat?
- Kimberly did not commit suicide!

Kimberly was mugged.
She was murdered.

- We don't know that.
- Because you haven't found the person!

You haven't found anything!

- It would help us if you'd talk to us.
- Isn't that what I'm doing?

Let's say Kim didn't kill herself.

We will share with you what we can.
You tell us what you think happened.

- Can we sit? Can we talk?
- Yeah.

My cousin went to Coalgate.
Did you go to college there?

It's Kimberly's.

Love, money, revenge.

Of all the motives for murder, talking in
the movies is the most reasonable.

Yet Blowen
probably died of natural causes.

That's what you think.

Gods of Old Hollywood
are in their Busby-Berkeley heaven

smoking cigars,
drinking rye on the rocks,

looking down in disgust at
this loony B-picture we call our lives.

They're all up there together.

The Columbian goddess, the MGM lion,
the four Warner brothers.

They spot this schmuck
making a mockery of their life's work.

What's left to do but write
the offending actor's final scene?

The luminous Swede
gets the letters of transit.

Our loud mouth
has a massive cardiac arrest.

Farewell. Fade out. The end.

That movie's OK
but the real story's better.

- Really?
- What is it?

I just talked to Dyer.

The lab found lethal doses of diazepam
in Michael Blowen's blood.

- The guy didn't die of a heart attack.
- He overdosed on sedative.

Ouch.

So there's a chance that...

...that this kid is the one?
This hold-up guy?

Yeah. He may be. He may not be.

We're gonna have to find him
to find out.

I did think of somebody else.
Someone that you should talk to.

- Who's that?
- Kim's ex-boyfriend. Jesse Schotter.

They broke up about a month
before she and I met.

I don't think that he was too thrilled
about us getting married.

Did they stay in touch?

Off and on. She sent him a wedding
invitation but he never RSVP'd.

- He lives in Baltimore?
- Yeah. Federal Hill.

Well, I think we better pay
this Jesse a visit.

How long does it take to fall 40 feet?

Er... I don't know.

Well, maybe one or two seconds.

One or two seconds can be a long time.

Excuse me.

Well, that's the last of 'em.
I'm gonna go pay.

Hold up a sec.
I'm gonna do another 100.

Another 100? You don't think
we have enough already?

These will get us
from the park to Falls Road.

If we wanna go further south,
we need more.

- How far south do you wanna go?
- To Annapolis, if we have to.

We have, like,
eight stacks here already.

We might not even have time
to hang 'em all.

Is there someplace that you have to be?

Look, Charlie,
if you don't wanna help, don't help.

I'm doing another 100.

I wanted to go to the wedding.

I decided not to,
because I thought it would be awkward.

- I thought they invited me to be nice.
- So why didn't you RSVP?

I called instead. I told her I couldn't
make it. I gave her my blessing.

Did you mean it?

I've been going out with Amanda
for almost eight months.

I'm happy. Why shouldn't I want Kim
to be happy too?

- I don't know. Was she?
- She said she was.

She said she loved Marcus.

She was excited about law school.

- It was a shame she gave up her art.
- Kim was an artist?

Yeah. You didn't know?

She was a painter.
She was a really good one too.

Well, so why did she stop?

Marcus is a teacher.
He's not making a lot of money.

He put pressure on her about that?

Not really.

- Did her family?
- No. They didn't have to.

Kim put enough pressure on herself.

I have a painting of hers,
if you want to see.

Yeah, sure.

I keep meaning to hang this up.
Kim gave it to me last time I saw her.

It's kind of eerie, isn't it?

- Up.
- Down.

I gotta agree with Falsone.
The girl is definitely falling.

No, she's not falling.
She's flying. Look at her arms.

- I'm looking at her arms.
- Maybe she's swimming.

You wanna go that far?
Sure she's a she?

- Hey, Munch.
- Ballard.

Take a look at this picture.
Do you see a girl falling or flying?

- I see a small elephant.
- Come on!

It's an elephant
grazing in a green pasture.

- There's the trunk. There's the tail.
- Wait a minute! Then what's all this?

A baobab tree.

Can anyone say flashback?

Am I hearing correctly, detectives?

Are you trying to close a case
by analysing a painting?

We don't have much else to go on.

Have you found the robbery suspect?

Not yet.
Description's out on Teletype and NCIC.

We're coordinating with the Pawn Unit,
checking on the ring.

Other than that...

Ballard, Bayliss,
there's someone here to see you.

Yeah? Who's that?

- Is this Sadie?
- She was on the north side of the park.

Congratulations, you two.
You have your first witness.

Marcus loves Sadie. Maybe
having her back will help him a little.

- Where's Marcus now?
- He and Charlie are putting up posters.

I stayed here. Trying to sort
through these wedding gifts.

Ship everything back.

You're returning gifts? Wouldn't
people want Marcus to keep them?

Sure, they'd like him to keep 'em,
but he says no.

He's got enough reminders.
Doesn't need any more.

What about these paintings?

- Are they Kimberly's?
- Mmm.

And the two in the hallway.

- She was talented, wasn't she?
- Very.

- It's a shame she had to give it up.
- Who told you that?

Her ex-boyfriend, Jesse, said Kimberly
saw herself as a painter,

that going to law school
wasn't her first choice.

The dog must have been starving.
She finished the whole bowl.

He said your sister went to do it
because she felt pressured to do that.

It's hard making a living as an artist.
Kimberly knew that.

But did she wanna try?

Say, Marcus earned more money,
or your folks were more encouraging,

would she have kept at it?

Our parents were always supportive.
No one forced Kim to do anything.

All right, but your dad's a lawyer,
and you're a lawyer too?

I'll get the dog more food.

Is there something
that you're not saying? Erika?

How are we gonna find out what
happened unless you tell us everything?

Kimberly called me two weeks ago...

...in the middle of the night.

She was crying. Hysterical almost.
I never heard her like that before.

- And what was she saying?
- She was having doubts.

She was afraid to go to law school.
She didn't want to leave Baltimore.

She thought it was unfair
that she had to switch career paths

while Marcus could keep teaching.

She felt let down by him.
Upset with herself.

I told her that everything would be OK.

That it was normal what she was feeling.

It was just the usual jitters.

And now you're not sure?

Don't tell Marcus.
Please don't tell Marcus.

Michael Blowen had toxic levels
of sedative in his system.

We go to Blowen's house, we don't find
any sedative in his medicine cabinet.

We do, however, find these.

Half a dozen letters sent back and forth
between respective lawyers.

You tried to ban Blowen from
the theatre. He threatened to sue you.

You still wanna claim
that he looked "vaguely familiar"?

- Blowen was a regular here, wasn't he?
- Yeah. A regular pain in my ass.

See, this guy, Blowen,
was coming here for two years.

He's seen every picture, from "The
African Queen" to "Doctor Zhivago".

He memorised all the dialogue.

He knows all the endings.

This week he ruined "Casablanca".
Last week it was "Psycho".

I'd barely turned on the projector.
He's yelling, "Don't go in the shower!"

That's not his mother.
It's Anthony Perkins.

Name any classic,
and I bet Blowen's blown it.

Rosebud's the name of the sled.
Got it when he was a kid.

You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me?

The falcon? It's a phoney. It's a fake.

Who needs him, Scarlet?
Tomorrow's another day.

He's not great or powerful.

He's behind the curtain.

We starting losing business.

People would walk out early
demanding their money back.

Pretty soon, word got around.

Half the seats would be empty
because of this guy.

So you put diazepam in his soft drink?

I asked the concession girl
to take a few nights off,

and I made up a special vat
of popcorn butter.

I just wanted to sedate him.
Make him shut up for once.

So the first week
he was somewhat quieter,

but he was still incredibly loud.

So next time you just upped the dosage.

Well, I guess I added a bit too much.

I can't say I don't sympathise with you,
but I'm going to have to cuff you.

We're taking you downtown.

- I didn't mean to kill the guy!
- Let's go.

Of all the movie theatres,
in all the towns, in all the world,

he had to walk into mine!

At least we know Kimberly
wasn't the carefree smiling bride

everyone wanted her to be.

Which doesn't tell us much.

Plenty of people have second thoughts
before they get married.

True.

I keep going back to the fingernails.

Why would she hold on
if she wanted to fall?

Like Kalyani said,
maybe she changed her mind.

She went to get a good look at the view,
contemplate her future.

She didn't like what she'd seen,
so she made a decision,

but when she started to act on it,

she was in the air, she got scared
and grabbed onto that ledge.

OK, see, to do that
she had to be facing the cliff.

To be facing the cliff,
she had to have gone off backwards.

Maybe it was easier
for her not to look down.

- This case...
- Should I give you a lift home?

Oh, no, I'm gonna head upstairs

and look over some notes
from the original interviews.

Get a good night's sleep.

Maybe with fresh eyes
everything will be clear in the morning.

Why do I doubt that?

- Hey, sexy.
- Oh, my God! You scared me.

Sorry. Is Bayliss upstairs?
I brought you two food.

Club sandwich and Caesar salad.

Er... no. Bayliss just went home.

Oh. Too bad, huh? Guess
you're gonna have to eat with me.

It's late, Paul.
I'm sorry. I've gotta work.

So where are you with Cullen?
Did you get anything?

Not, really, no.

Do you wanna talk about it?

Do I wanna talk about it?

Not really, no.

The ME got the tox screen
back on Cullen.

It's a.02 blood alcohol.

Two glasses of Merlot
she had at rehearsal dinner.

No trace of drugs.
Prescription or otherwise.

So Kim went over that edge sober.

I don't know. I mean,
two glasses of wine and I can get tipsy.

Yeah, but on a full stomach?

This is for you. Are you ready
to put Cullen's name on the Board?

Not quite yet, Gee.

Murder, suicide, mishap.
We still can't tell.

- Are you getting warmer?
- Try colder.

Factor in the wind chill,
and we are well below zero.

We conducted
a second set of interviews.

Only the sister admits
Cullen was anxious.

The parents wouldn't talk.

The parents came to see me yesterday.
They wanted two new detectives.

I assured them
you were top-notch investigators.

Anyway, I bought us some more time.

It hasn't even been a week.

I don't care if it takes a year,
as long as we're building a case.

If we're not able to prove foul play,
we ought to let the parents know.

They can't wait forever.

- Hey. The kid you wanted for hold-ups?
- Yeah.

Just mugged a staffer
outside Kernan Hospital.

Ravitch has him at the holding cell.

Hey, Keith.

Hey, buddy.

So we hear you've been
real busy lately?

Our colleagues says that you 'fessed up
to over a dozen hold-ups.

I got a drug habit.

Really? I would never have guessed.

So you stick people up for cash
for your fix?

Is that what you were doing
last Friday night?

- I already told the other guy.
- You were in Leakin Park.

I was in Canton.
Outside the liquor store.

Yeah, but you have held up people
in Leakin Park.

I stopped going. No one carries enough
cash when they're walking dogs.

But they might be wearing jewellery,
like a big diamond engagement ring.

I was never that lucky.

We know you just wanted the ring.
You didn't want to hurt anybody.

I don't know what she's talking about.

You spotted the diamond,
pulled out your knife,

and she backed off the cliff.

The cliff? There's no cliff in Canton.

I was outside the liquor store
robbing some fat lady.

- Ask her, if you don't believe me.
- We already did.

She can make the ID.

But he could have mugged her
and then her.

First one, then the other.

The timing doesn't work.
The hold-up was after midnight.

- He didn't have time to get to the park.
- What are you? His lawyer?

All I'm saying is McCain isn't your man.

He wasn't anywhere nearby.
He didn't take the ring.

All right, give me your shoes.

- What?
- Your sneakers.

Take them off.

Take them off! Now!

- You wanted to see me?
- Come in and sit down.

So it's safe to see movies
at the Senator again.

We're charging the manager
with Blowen's murder.

- Charisse had a baby boy.
- A boy? She did?

- 7lb 9oz.
- Amazing. Amazing!

They're talking about calling him Al.

That's fantastic!

Congratulations, Grandpa.

Grandpa?

Grandpa...

I like it.

- I like it!
- Congratulations!

It's unbelievable, isn't it?
Grandpa. I like it.

You're going to the funeral?

It won't take an hour.
You should come with me.

Do you really think
the family wants us there?

All we have to tell them
is we have nothing to tell them.

Yeah. Right. Is that so terrible?

I'd rather hand them
a signed confession.

Except for we don't have one.
We may never have one.

- And that's OK with you?
- If it has to be, yes.

To know that you do not know.
That is the beginning of wisdom.

The greatest meditation
is a mind that lets go.

A mind that lets go?

Yes.

That's great, Bayliss.

Tell that to Cullen's parents.
I'm sure it's what they want to hear.

So that means you're not going, huh?

Is it OK to come closer?

It seems like you haven't wanted me
around much in the past four, five days.

I told you this was a tough case for me.

You caught your tough case,
I wasn't exactly your top priority.

So this is my payback, huh?

You know I was engaged
back in Seattle, right?

You mentioned that, yeah.

Ever wonder why we didn't get married?

Well, I figured
you'd tell me eventually. Or not.

I walked out on him.

Nice.

It was two weeks before the wedding,

and I just... I just took off.

I didn't even tell him why.

What was the why?

It's impossible to try and explain.

Still, whatever the reasons were,

walking out on Steve
was the hardest thing I've ever done.

It was the scariest thing
I've ever done.

But I couldn't not do it.

So you think
that's what happened to Cullen?

She couldn't not do it,
but couldn't do it either?

- So she killed herself?
- Yeah.

I don't know.

Make it go away or make it better

Isn't that what love
Is supposed to do

Make it go away or make it better

Cos I would do either one for you

This is not the way you should see me

This is not the face I recognise

Could I lay my head down here
For a moment

Would you sing to me
Like I'm your child

Cos I'm not angry
I'm not crying

I'm just in over my head

You could be the angel
That stayed on my shoulder

When all of the other angels left

- I'm short, detectives.
- Translation, where are we on Cullen?

Very good.
You speak Shift Lieutenant.

- Well, I've had my practice.
- So?

McCain's sneakers didn't match up.

Neither did any of the shoes
from his closet.

We know he didn't mug her, but
we don't know that she wasn't mugged.

There's still the missing ring,
the dirt under her nails.

Translation, you have nothing new.

I guess we don't.

They requested different detectives.
Maybe we should give them that.

Did you run this past Kalyani?

We went there after the funeral.

- The cause is still undetermined?
- Yes.

We're gonna put this on the back burner.

Already?

If I sensed that either of you were
off your game or you missed a key clue,

I'd be quick to replace you,
but I don't get that sense.

The sense I get is that this
is just one of those cases.

Ballard? Am I wrong about that?

Now tell me. We can keep going.

Bayliss, wanna keep going?

All right, a witness comes forward,
we find more evidence,

Cullen's back at the top of our agenda.

Until then, someone ought
to tell the families.

Hey, Marcus.

Hi.

Looking for something?

I came here to be alone, Detective.

Did you have an update for me?
Have you found anything?

It's actually what I came here
to talk to you about.

We're gonna put
the investigation aside for a while.

It doesn't mean that we're dropping it.

New things come up all the time.
New evidence and new information.

But for now we've done all we can.

Does this mean she wasn't murdered?

No. It just means that we don't know.

Are you gonna tell her parents that?
And my parents?

They're convinced Kimberly was killed.

- What about you?
- Me?

I'm just gonna move on with my life
as if none of this ever happened.

Just forget that Kim ever existed.

I didn't mean that.

I know.

She showed me this place
on our second date.

She said she came here to forget.

- I was looking for her ring.
- I know.

I didn't find it, though.

Maybe some day you will.

Yeah. Maybe.

This is not the way you should see me

This is not the face I recognise

Could I lay my head down here
For a moment