All language subtitles for Homicide life on the street S07E21 - The Why Chromosome

This is a patio, Hoskins. You said
we had a dead body on the Lanai.

Patio, Lanai, same difference.

He's a serious griller.

Yeah. Got a full array of condiments.

That's a lot of blood.

Looks like he took
two to the back of the head.

- Can we roll him?
- All yours.

- You ready?
- Let's do this.

Oh, my...

Damn.

The man's nose is missing.

Maybe it's an exit wound, huh?
Bullets went through the brain.

What? And not his nostril?

Ain't no exit wound.

Look, it's all jagged, like.

It was either torn off or bitten.
One or the other.

Sure it wasn't cut off?

That'd make it better? More civilised?

Yeah, sort of.

Nah, you're graspin'
at straws there, Slappy.

There're no knife marks. Nothin'.
Man's nose is ripped clean off his face.

Man, that's... I don't know what that is,
man. It's horrible.

- It's ugly.
- Yeah, ugly.

You would have told us
if you found a nose.

- Absolutely.
- Well, start looking.

- You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?
- The smoker?

You got a turkey breast, a brisket
of beef and a possible pork butt.

- What's that little thing right there?
- You mean it looks like a chicken heart?

- Mm-hm.
- I'll be damned.

We got two in the back of the head
and a smoked nose.

Forget it, Jake. It's Highlandtown.

Oh, full house.

Standing room only.

Is there a greater professional
challenge than a Sunday

after a warm Saturday night
in Baltimore, I ask you?

Shootings, cuttings, bludgeonings,
overdoses, accidental misadventures.

We'll be cutting till midnight.

If that's what it takes.

I want this room cleared of constituents
before anyone goes home.

Hop to it. Andale! Andale!

Corragio, Dr Kalyani. Corragio.

I heard a couple of pops early.
Could have been gunshots in the alley.

What time was this?

Er... About eight.
I was here in the kitchen making coffee.

You report the gunshots?

I call the cops every time
I hear something sounds like a gunshot?

Besides, it was just a couple of pops.
Barely hear 'em.

- You sure about the time?
- Yeah.

When I heard what happened to Corbett,
I figured they tied into that.

Because in retrospect,
maybe they were gunshots after all?

Because on a Sunday morning,
when the world's layin' back,

that's when Smokey's out there
firing up his damn barbecue.

Smokey? You call him that
cos he's black?

Because he pollutes
the whole damn neighbourhood.

Every Sunday, rain, shine, snow,
there's Smokey, barbecuing up a storm.

Just one more Sunday shot to hell.

His friends and their boom boxes
and the smell...

I mean, this is America.

A man's supposed to be able to enjoy
his own back yard on his day off, right?

Forget about that
in this neighbourhood.

- You call him Smokey to his face?
- Every chance I got.

He hated it. It drove him crazy.
Too bad. It's no skin off my nose.

What did you say?
"No skin off my nose"?

- Yeah. So?
- What do you mean by that?

Just an expression.

Yeah. Do you own a gun, Mr?

- Mavredakis.
- Mavredakis.

- Yeah, I own a gun.
- Registered?

- Show you the receipt.
- Show us the gun.

We can get a warrant
and come back later.

I'll save you the trouble.

Ain't loaded. No clip.

I'd buy whoever did do it a beer,
but dollars to doughnuts,

it's one of Smokey's gangster friends
aired him out.

I'm particular who I drink with.

Me, too.

Mmm... Cigarettes and stale beer.

Sunday morning in a strip club.
What could be sadder?

I think I was in here last night.

- Well, did you witness a murder?
- Not that I recall.

- This your place?
- I'm the manager.

Yeah? Who's she?

Her name's Velma Huse.
She was the late bartender last night.

- And what time do you close?
- Saturday nights, 2:00am.

What time does she finish up?

Well, she closes out the register,
and then has a shot and a smoke.

Should have been out quarter to three.

- Was she alone?
- She's supposed to be.

Velma's boyfriend started drinkin' up my
good scotch, so I put the kibosh on that.

We need his name.

Marcus Habley.
Lives on Cathedral and Eager.

What time did you discover the body?

I came in at ten
to deposit last night's receipts.

The front door is unlocked.
The place is wide open.

Velma's lying there,
the register is cleaned out.

Hey, Gharty, come here.

Bloody footprint
headed right for the exit.

- A do-me pump.
- Mm-hm.

With a stiletto heel.
Can we get a picture of this?

You'll have to excuse the mess.

Lawrence, will you turn that off?

- I'm in the middle of a game.
- Well, pause it.

But I'm in the fourth world!

Pause it now
or I'll send you into the fifth world.

- Thank you.
- Cute kid.

- Mrs Weatherby...
- It's Patricia.

- Do you know about your neighbour?
- I heard. It's awful.

My husband and I just moved here
a few months ago from New Hampshire.

I barely met the man.

- New Hampshire?
- Grover's Corners.

No reason you should know it.
Just a wide spot in the road.

My husband found a business
opportunity so here we are in Baltimore.

Lucky us.

What's your husband's business?

He owns the Marcy Tavern
down on O'Donnell Street.

- Is he there now?
- Yeah. Till about midnight.

You ever talked to Mr Corbett?

I don't think so.
Like I said, we've been busy.

You know, new house, new business.

We haven't had time
to meet neighbours.

I don't think we've met anybody
since we moved here.

- Something's not right there.
- Oh, I don't know.

She's Ionely, her husband works
all the time and she hates Baltimore.

Sounds about right to me.

- She doesn't seem like a Patricia.
- What's that mean?

You know how people are like
their names? Well, she's not.

- What? I seem like a Meldrick to you?
- Totally.

Wanna run down to Marcy Tavern,
and talk to Mr Weatherby?

Yeah, yeah, we could that.

We need to take Nick's weapon
to the lab, and go to the ME's office,

and see what they could tell us
about the victim, especially the nose.

Well, be prepared to wait.
They're backed up.

What is it about me that
makes you think "Meldrick", huh?

Everything. You're the most
"Meldrick" person I know.

Huh. OK.

Late at night

I'm goofy like a clown

Early in the morning
I'm just tryin' to live it down

Late at night

I do just like I please

Early in the morning

I get down upon my knees

Late at night

I held the truth in my hand
Just like a little shiny jewel

Two bullets were fired
at very close range.

There were no exit wounds, but
I recovered both slugs from the cranium.

.22 calibre.
Caused massive brain-tissue trauma.

Death would have been instantaneous.

Professional hitters like.22s.
They don't make much noise.

The slugs, they rattle around inside,
and turn your noodle into mush.

One more thing, the severing
of the nose occurred prior to death.

The haemorrhaging round the wound

indicates the heart was pumping
when the bite was inflicted.

- Bite?
- See. What did I tell you?

They bit his nose off
before they shot him? That's cold.

Well, look at the perimeter of the wound.
Pronounced human teeth marks.

- Can you match this to a suspect?
- Yeah.

I've taken blood samples
from the margin of the wound

to get DNA evidence
to test against the biter's saliva.

Let me ask you something.
What are you gonna do with the nose?

What do you mean?

Gonna keep it for evidence or what?

I'm gonna finish tests and photographs,
and reunite it with the body.

- You're gonna put it back on the face?
- With what? Crazy glue?

It's for the funeral.

In this case, I would say
a closed casket would be called for.

Half past nine.

Olympians, that's what we are!

Dr Kalyani. Midnight.

Ye of little faith.
The first martini is on me.

Dr Lausanne, join us for a cocktail.

I'd love to, but...

- What?
- We have a small problem.

Who is this?

I don't know.

What do you mean?

He's not tagged,
and got no paperwork on him.

Then why is he here?

Well, he's been stabbed to death.

I can see he's been stabbed to death.

I took out $200,000
in medical school loans

to be able to say with some authority
that he's been stabbed to death.

But why is he in my morgue
without paperwork?

No reservation, no service.

What can I get you fellas?

- Looking for a Mr Weatherby.
- Selwyn. This about my neighbour?

- AJ Corbett, yeah.
- My wife called.

It's a shame.
Seemed like a nice enough guy.

- Detective Falsone.
- Hi.

- This is Detective Lewis.
- Pleased to meet you.

Falsone, huh? You Italian?

- Sicilian.
- You?

I may be a bit on mother's side.
Heinz 57.

- You look Italian.
- Lucky, I guess.

We'd like to talk
about your neighbour.

- Yeah, sure.
- You home this morning?

Got up around six, caught the early
Mass, came in to stock the coolers.

Anybody in the neighbourhood
have problems with him?

I don't know anybody
in the neighbourhood.

We gather he was popular.

He was always in the back yard
grilling something.

Having people over, music.
Party animal.

- That bother you? The commotion?
- Nah.

No. I'm never home. I'm always workin'.

- He ever invite you over?
- We didn't know the man.

Just moved into the neighbourhood?

From New Hampshire.
Moved a few months ago.

- Business opportunity.
- Where in New Hampshire?

- You know New Hampshire?
- Never been there.

Grover's Corners.
It's a wide spot in the road.

- So how is business?
- Er... So-so.

Takes people a while
to warm up to a stranger.

I'll get 'em. I'm a people person.

Stop by when you're off-duty, right?
On the house.

Thanks a lot. Take it slow.

Hey.

Where you been?

I hung around waiting for Velma's
boyfriend to show. Took a while.

Then I stopped for a sandwich.

- How does the boyfriend look?
- He's got no alibi.

He says he spent the night at home
watching the tube.

I'll run his name later. See what we got.

- You find anything?
- No.

No recent reports on any armed robbers
wearing size-8 do-me pumps.

- Did you get a look at his feet?
- 14, easy. Real gunboats.

What?

- How many beers you have with dinner?
- A couple. Why?

Ever think that
you might have a problem?

Crosses my mind from time to time,
like this morning,

but now I feel a lot better.

Sure, cos you've had a few.

Hair of the dog, that's all.

Maybe you should dry out for a while.

You're not gonna give me
that 12-step crap, are you?

No. Not at all.

Maybe you should give your liver a rest,
and see how that feels.

- I could.
- Sure.

- Anytime.
- That's right.

I'll go run boyfriend's name
through the system.

OK.

- See what he did with his hands?
- When he said business was so-so?

And when he said,
"I'm a people person."

And the prayer thing when he said
it was terrible Corbett got killed.

Keep your hands on the wheel
when you're drivin'.

I talk with my hands. So does he.
Those are Italian gestures.

Yeah. So?

- He said he's not really Italian.
- So he's talkin' to you. You are Italian.

It happens to me all the time
when white guys talk a little down to me.

Like what?

Like when they use
the word "man" all the time, huh?

Like, "How's it goin', man?"

When you go buy somethin',
it's not, "Have a nice day,"

it's, "Have a nice day, man."

When they shake your hand,
they don't know what to do.

The black national handshake.

- Here.
- I gotta keep my hands on the wheel.

I was illustratin' a point.

- I'll tell you one thing.
- What's that?

He's no Selwyn.
He's either a Sal or a Frankie.

The wife's no Patricia.
She's a Mary, Connie or Teresa.

If they're from New Hampshire,
I'm from Finland.

- They don't look Italian?
- What does Italian look like?

They're from Brooklyn.
Italians from Brooklyn.

They came to Baltimore
via the Verrazano Bridge.

- And the kid, by the way...
- Lawrence?

Definite Vinny.

All right,
so let's say they are Italian, right?

They come from Brooklyn,
and they moved down here.

- What up?
- But Weatherby?

So maybe they changed their name
at Ellis Island.

- That doesn't make sense.
- Why not?

Let's say your name
is Giuseppe Bianco.

You wanna fit in, so you Americanise.

You change your name to Joe White,
not Selwyn Weatherby.

- You lost me.
- Giuseppe means Joe.

Bianco means white. Joe White.

- What's the Italian word for weather?
- Tempo.

Tempo?
Maybe their name's Tempo Bee.

I don't know why I'm talking to you.

Where's everybody at?

The Campus Inn across the street.
It's late. It's after hours.

- Why are you still here?
- Yeah. Why did you call us?

After a record-setting day of autopsies,

I find, when all is said and done,

that I have a body in my hallway,
and no paperwork.

Well, maybe it's a mistake.
The paramedics are your people.

My people did not make a mistake.

Every run the morgue wagons made
last night has been accounted for.

My people did not bring
that interloper into this building.

Ouch.

- That's a new one for me.
- He's stabbed. That's for sure.

Well, then, get back in there and do
all that voodoo that you do so well.

No.

What do you mean no?

I won't start an investigation
without witnesses, a crime scene,

without relevant information
as to why that body

is on that gurney to nowhere.

Don't detectives like mysteries?

Actually, we hate a mystery.

What we like is when we're able
to lock someone up right away.

There are rules
to this business, fundamentals.

The phone rings, we pick it up,
we write down the address,

and we go to where the person
was murdered.

- The crime scene.
- Exactly.

That's what we call it. The crime scene.

We go and evaluate
and canvas the crime scene,

hoping for witnesses.

Living, breathing witnesses.

We come here after we have
processed and canvassed the scene.

We do not come here to make
the acquaintance of fresh murders.

- Yeah, that'd be stupid.
- All of this is stupid.

- Call us when it's less stupid.
- Where are you going?

When you tell us where that body
came from, I will investigate.

Until then, it's not our case.

- Whose case is it?
- Possession is nine-tenths of the law.

Got a call from Reverend Barnes
of the First Abyssinian Baptist Church.

Apparently, this AJ Corbett
was beloved by his brethren.

I told him
we were giving this case priority.

Are we?

We don't have all that much.

I hate lying to a man of the cloth.

Falsone has got
a pretty interesting theory.

Let's hear it.

There's a family that lives next door.
They seem wrong.

- How so?
- Patricia and Selwyn Weatherby.

From New Hampshire.
Now I think they're Italian.

I know they ain't got no black people
in New Hampshire. Must have Italians.

- What makes you think they're wrong?
- He does one of these.

- Madonna.
- Exactly.

What is up with all this Italian hand jive?

The Italians have a language
with their hands.

If you do this, it means "I'm hungry".
This means "a beautiful woman".

So, anyway, I think he might be...

Mobbed up.

Paisans trying to pass.

- Witness protection?
- Crossed my mind.

You believe Weatherby's
in witness protection?

The gestures, the way the names
don't match, the way they look,

the way they both like
to use the same phrases

like "business opportunities",
"wide spot in the road,"

like they were coached.

What you got, Falsone,
is a feeling not facts.

Well, it all adds up.

The.22 calibre murder weapon,

the two shots in the head,
the way the nose was bitten off.

- The victim's nose was bit off?
- Right before he was shot.

- Interesting.
- If we can get a warrant,

we could put this thing down now.

You don't have enough for a warrant.

Ask Mike to get the feds

to see if someone's in the witness
protection programme in Baltimore.

Then talk to the Weatherbys.
Shake 'em up. See if they slip.

What is up with the nose thing?
How did that clinch it for you?

Sometimes Sicilians like to mutilate
the bodies of their enemies.

It's symbolic.

Stool pigeons get tongues cut out.
Thieves, chop their hands off.

- What's with the loppin' off of the nose?
- That's what I want to find out.

Did you ever know
anybody in the witness?

Know anybody who knows anybody
in the programme?

Nobody has. They're invisible.
They're like Nielsen families.

I got a call from Ravitch in Robbery.
He wanted me to give you a message.

We asked him to go through his files.

He wanted me to tell you about
a robbery at the First Mariner Bank.

- Who's the robber?
- A hooker in high heels.

- Could be our girl, huh?
- Thanks.

Mike, we got a guy we like for a shooter.

Maybe a mobster in witness protection.
Could you run it down for us?

If he is in the witness protection,
I don't know they're gonna tell me.

- Well, it's worth a try.
- I could call in a favour.

- Name's Selwyn Weatherby.
- Got it.

We got enough home-grown criminals.

Why we gotta get the feds
to import 'em for us?

Baltimore and DC are good places
to hide mob-free, courtesy of J Edgar.

Hoover cut a deal
with the mob in the '50s.

The mob gets Vegas unencumbered
in a deal to stay out of Balto and DC.

- Munch, Griscom's on line two.
- Thanks.

Well, my guy knows nothing
about Weatherby.

He did say Salvatore Ciriano is going
on trial next month in Philadelphia.

A federal witness from his organisation
is gonna testify against him.

Well, let's go ask Weatherby
where he likes to eat in Philly.

Anybody seen Bayliss?

The robber was wearing
a tight pink dress,

way too much make-up,

and pink you-know-what-me pumps
with nasty spiked heels.

- I gave him the money.
- 700 bucks.

- Mm-hm. And he rode off on a bicycle.
- I'm sorry, did you say "he"?

- Guy in drag.
- A transvestite?

Tell you what, girlfriend,
he was way too ugly to be a woman.

"Give me all your money.
Don't make a sound. I have a gun."

Turn it over.

"James Wilton, 1-1 St Paul."

He wrote his hold-up note
on the back of somebody's cheque.

It's his personal cheque. James Wilton's.

First, he cashed a cheque at my
window. Showed me ID and everything.

Then he came back with a gun
and that stupid note.

I guess he just didn't have
anything else to write on.

Lift any usable prints
from that bar killing?

- Yeah. You get any hits off the note?
- A very clear thumb and forefinger.

Well, let's go grab up Mr Wilton.

- The criminal mind.
- If you can call it that.

So what have we learned?

We've learned nothing.

- But I have located your crime scene.
- Address?

The victim was stabbed twice
in the upper torso and once in the thigh.

A double-edged blade,
four to six inches long.

You will note the arterial spray
on the wall from the leg wound,

which caught the main stem.

You've got droplets of blood along
the freezer, over here to the gurney.

Either the victim crawled over here
somehow to the gurney,

or was carried here by his assailant.

We have typed the droplets and
the wall stains. It's the victim's blood.

Someone committed a murder
in the morgue freezer.

If nothing else, a model of efficiency.

A DSS card that we found
in his front pocket

identifies him as Dwight Mack.

South Stricker Street.

Pigtown billy.

How did a South hillbilly find his way into
the morgue freezer and get murdered?

Relative of another victim.
Here to make an ID.

Mack, Mack. Harvey-Leon Mack.
We posted him yesterday.

Death from cirrhosis,
and fulminant hepatic disorders.

So maybe our boy Dwight here

comes down to the freezer
to ID his relative, Harvey.

And his dead, jaundiced kinsman
gets up, shanks him,

lies back down on his gurney
and waits for his own autopsy?

I think that our first interview

has to be with whoever
brought Dwight down to the freezer.

Followed by every other soul
who had access to this room.

That's my entire staff.

Say what you will
about our bedside manner.

We of the M E's office are not in
the habit of creating work for ourselves.

A Saturday night in Baltimore
is job security enough.

- Yeah, call your people in, Dr Griscom.
- Please.

Normally, we wheel the bodies
right into the hallway for the IDs.

We were running
so many calls Saturday,

we had to make some IDs
here in the freezer.

Remember this guy?
When he was alive, I mean.

He came in about 11:00 Saturday night.
Said the family sent him to ID his uncle.

- His uncle being...
- Mack. Harvey Mack.

And what happened then?

He made the identification
and then started crying.

Asked if he could be alone with him.
I stepped out.

You just left him here?

Sorry. We were so busy,
I kind of forgot about the guy.

When I came back to check on him,
maybe 15 minutes later, he was gone.

Not gone. Just horizontal.

Rechecking the mortal remains
of Harvey Mack,

who, lucky for us,
is still in the loading freezer

awaiting funeral transport,

we found that among
his valuables inventoried

was this Rolex watch
which is now missing.

Don't look at me. You can get fired
for stealing stuff like that.

Our friend Dwight here
doesn't have a Rolex watch on him.

A murderer and a $1,200 watch
are missing?

Hmm, a real detective might leap to
conclusions about motive. Who's next?

I'm praying Lord
you got to help me now

Lord, you got to help me now

I'm praying Lord,
you got to help me now

Lord, you got to help me now

- Where do you wanna eat?
- Liquid Earth?

- Do they have a liquor licence?
- It'll never happen.

Wanted to talk to whoever
escorted the family for Mack?

We already did. Roger Colton.

- No, he didn't, I did.
- You escorted him down to the freezer?

Him, I don't know.

Saturday night I was goin' on my break.

The guard came off the elevator
with this kid, Clayton Mack.

He came to identify his Uncle.

I told him I'd be with him in a minute,
and I went out for a cigarette.

When I came back, he was gone.

- Clayton Mack?
- That's one Mack too many.

Damn. The feds.

Mike's call must have tipped 'em off.

Whoa! Hold it! Hold it!

- Baltimore Police, Homicide.
- FBI.

- Vinny, get in the house!
- What did I tell you?

- What can we do for you?
- He is a witness to a homicide.

We need to question him.

He is a witness
under the jurisdiction of the FBI.

Not while he's part of a homicide
investigation. Sorry, this is our turf.

- Have you got a warrant?
- Gonna straighten this out?

- We don't.
- He don't know that.

- I wanna see it.
- Come to our shop.

If I can get a sitter, I'll pick you up.

What's this all about?

Put this guy under wraps.
We'll be right there.

Your men have a federal witness
in custody without a warrant.

- Special Agent Mitch Stickley.
- Show him to my office.

Hey, Gee.
Look what fell out of the family tree.

Booked.

This one's booked too.

Hmm, couple of cute guys.

OK, no room at the inn then, huh?

Stash him in the aquarium.

Lieutenant,
one bank-robber hooker here.

That's your hooker in high heels?

- That's a nice watch, Clayton.
- Thanks.

Your uncle give you that watch?

- Yep.
- What are you gonna do with it?

I'll wear it for a couple days,
and hock it up on Howard Street.

Use the money to put
a new clutch plate in my Duster.

That's a good plan. Solid plan.

You went down to the morgue and did
the honours. Identifying the body and all.

Yep.

- Anybody else from your family there?
- My cousin Dwight.

What was your cousin Dwight
doing in the morgue?

Same as me. Came down to ID Harvey.

And did he think that he should
have his uncle's watch too?

Yeah. And Harvey ain't even his uncle.

Sort of a step-uncle by marriage,
if you know what I mean.

No clue. Getting back to the watch,
Dwight thought he should take it?

- Yep.
- And you fought?

We tussled a little, yeah.

Happen to have a knife on you
at the time?

Yep.

Would you happen to know
where that knife is at this moment?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Y'all mind?

I mean, you was askin'.
It's right here in my boot.

All right, it's no problem.
Just move slowly.

What rookie searched this guy?

We got good evidence.
Let us get a warrant, we'll nail this guy.

You don't have enough for a warrant.

We'll get some DNA evidence from
results. Saliva off a cigarette butt.

- Can we persuade him to cooperate?
- So talk.

What's his real name?

He's a witness in a case
the Bureau's been building for years.

The Ciriano case.

With Weatherby's testimony,
the US Attorney is confident

of a Murder in Aid
of Racketeering conviction.

We'll seek the death penalty
for Salvatore Ciriano and we will get it.

This maniac bit a guy's nose off,
and popped him in his own back yard.

We gotta put him away.
He's a psychopath.

I don't quarrel with your diagnosis,
but we still need his testimony.

My colleagues asked me to make an
inquiry. I did. You tipped off Weatherby.

I'm tired of being betrayed
by my own people!

We had to call him
once we knew his cover was blown.

If we had gotten there 15 minutes later,
we would never have found him.

And you'd have let him walk
on Corbett's murder.

Here's the deal.

You get him to give
blood and dental samples.

We'll charge him with murder
and we won't seek the death penalty.

Fine. We'll work out the details
with your local prosecutor.

Weatherby won't walk on this. Trust me.

I'll believe it when I see it.
Let's go tell Weatherby the good news.

- Take it easy, Mike.
- Yeah.

This wouldn't happen to be your cousin's
blood on there, would it, Clayton?

I think Dwight's
more like my nephew or some such,

but, yeah, he bled on it a little.

That's what we in the Police Department
refer to as a stabbing.

Shoot, we was just tusslin'.

So after Dwight bled on your knife,
then what did he do?

Nothin' much.

He got to fallin' down,
and givin' me the watch,

but he went on to sleep and I said
hell with it, went back down to Jed's.

Oh, Clayton.

I really don't know
how to say this to you,

but your cousin or your nephew,

some such, bled out and died
in the morgue freezer.

Kind of a right place,
wrong time sort of thing.

Dwight's dead?

I don't believe it.

I must have cut on that little peckerwood
half a dozen times.

He ain't never died on me before.

He's never gonna die on you again.

We found these in a dumpster
behind your building.

Along with your getaway bike.

I was sick of 'em. So what?

We've got prints from the bar
and from the bank.

Those prints are going to match yours.

We also have your hold-up note
with your handwriting

on the back of your personal cheque.

We found a footprint from the murder
scene that matches these heels.

We found the money from the bank
in your dresser drawer.

You know, the teller's gonna ID you.
She wasn't fooled by your disguise.

We have you dead to rights, James.

You robbed the bank.

I needed the money.

To feed your habit?
What are you on? Crystal meth?

- How do you know?
- Just a lucky guess.

Tell us about the strip joint.

Why did you shoot her?

I was nervous.

She was slow.

I don't know what happened.
The gun just went off.

Yeah, right.

So where you from? Bay Ridge?

- You know Bay Ridge?
- Yeah.

My Aunt Millie lives in Bay Ridge.
67th Street.

We used to drive from Jersey
to her house on Sunday.

We used to eat crumb cakes
at Ebinger's.

That's good crumb cake.
It's a shame Ebinger's is gone.

All right with the crumb cake here.
You killed a man.

You barbecued his nose,
you put two bullets in his head,

and what we want to know is why?

We talked to Stickley.
You're gonna give us blood and dental.

You ain't gonna escape.

We'll see what happens.

I'm happy about all this.
Get me out of this dopey town.

Dopey town? Let's write this up, huh?
Wanna do that?

You wanna tell us what happened?

I've squeezed the life out of people
starin' 'em straight in the eye, all right?

More than once.

So I make the odds of you sweatin' me
into some pansy-ass confession

somewhere between zero
and forget-about-it.

I love the Pigtown ethos.
I love the sweet simplicity of it all.

- Well, I think we're done here.
- Not so fast.

You didn't ask the question
uppermost in my mind.

And that is?

How in God's name does anyone
in the family Mack own a $1,200 watch?

After you.

Agent Giardello,
sorry to keep you waiting.

I'm here to talk to you
about the Weatherby situation.

Mr Weatherby will be punished
for the Corbett murder.

We're consulting
with the State's Attorney.

What's on the table?

Murder two. 30 years.
All but three suspended.

He serves one
and then he makes parole?

- Better than nothing.
- Not by much.

Where you gonna move him next time?
Richmond? Raleigh? Charlotte?

- Why don't we step into my office?
- What if he murders someone else?

You don't have to do this.

Make your case against Ciriano
and put Weatherby where he belongs.

Agent Giardello. Well, how about that?

You burned all your bridges in
the Baltimore Field Office and for what?

Where you gonna transfer to now?
Richmond? Raleigh? Charlotte?

- Hey.
- Stuart.

Er... Give me a...

Give me a club soda, will ya?

Maybe a cup of crab soup.

- Coming right up.
- Thanks.

- How you doin'?
- Oh, I'm OK.

I'm... I'm going on a... new regime.

Starting today,
I'm on the wagon for a month.

See how my system tolerates the shock.

- What brought this on?
- No one thing.

Just, you know,
been thinking about it for a while.

Figured I'd quit while I was ahead,
or before I fall too far behind.

- That's good.
- Oh, yeah.

Well, you know, see how it goes.
Easier said than done.

Our wedding's coming up.

If you're still sober,
you're more than welcome to be there.

That's sweet.

- Really, we'd like you to come.
- I appreciate that.

And I really do wish you
and, you know, Munch, all the best.

- Thanks.
- I hope you're very happy.

But I think I'll pass
on the invitation, you know.

Going on the wagon and to your
wedding all in the same month,

there's only so much stress
one man can take.

- I understand.
- OK.

- I'll get you that soup.
- Yeah.

- Mrs Weatherby...
- Go away.

- We'd just like to talk to you.
- Nope.

Your husband's getting off.
That's a done deal.

After he testifies,
he's going to jail for three years.

Sounds like a slap on the wrist.

Oh, yeah? You come in here,
and you tell my five-year-old that.

You tell me that three years without
my husband is a slap on the wrist?

We want to know what happened.

So this guy next door is pollutin' up
the whole neighbourhood.

The smoke is coming
into the house, into our house.

Johnny goes over there
to ask him nice to knock it off.

The two of them get into an argument.
"You're stinkin' up my house."

Well, the guy says that we stink.

That me, Johnny and Vinny, that we
stink. We smell like garlic or something.

So Johnny gets mad.
Knocks the guy down.

- Things just got out of hand.
- Out of hand?

He bites the man's nose off,
and blows his brains out.

Johnny's got a temper.
Anger-management issues.

What am I supposed to do?

- He's my husband. He's my kid's father.
- How do you spell divorce?

My family, we don't get divorced.

I stick by him no matter what.
For better or for worse.

And I'll tell you one thing right now.
Things couldn't get much worse.

They think they can give you a new
name. You're supposed to change.

Like you've got no history,
no family and no neighbourhood.

They expect you to forget who you are.

I gotta get going.

Thanks for cluing us in, Patricia.

It's Teresa.

What is all this?

I've been completely compromised.

No one in the squad room
can trust me any more.

I wouldn't if I were them.

Are you going back to the Field Office?

I'm quitting the Bureau
before they ship me to Billings.

Mike...

In Arizona I knew who I was,
where I belonged.

I had a girlfriend, a life.

My career was on track.

Here, I don't know where I am,
or who I am any more.

So what are you gonna do?

I don't know.

Take the time to find out.

If it's love that you're running from

There's no hiding place

Love has problems

I know that there's problems
We'll have to face

Oh yeah

So if you just put your hand in mine

We're gonna leave
all our troubles behind

Don't look back

Don't look back

Don't look back

So if your first lover broke your heart

Then something can be done

Don't you lose your faith in love
Because of what he's done

So if you just put your hand in mine

We're gonna leave all our troubles
behind

Don't look back