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Oh.

So, you're not gonna tell me your secret.

There is no secret. It just happened.

Oh, that's impossible.

Bayliss, look at you. You're a stick.

Nobody drops 15 pounds and claims it just happened.

Truth is, I never set out to lose weight.

I just simply embraced the Zen path

and the pounds just disappeared.

Eastern religion is your answer?

A couple of Aum Shanties and I get skinny?

So how come Buddha's got such a big belly?

That's not Buddha.

- You mean Hotei. - Who?

- Detectives. - What you got?

Uh, Caucasian, female, mid to late twenties,

severe fracture to the skull, possible broken neck.

You got any ID on her?

- No wallet, no ID. - Well, where's the body?

Did you hide the body somewhere?

Look down.

Whoa.

I didn't see this edge. Did you see the edge?

No, she probably didn't either.

- Accident? - Excuse me.

- Excuse me. - What's going on?

We saw the police cars.

We're looking for my sister, Kimberly Cullen.

She was walking her dog.

- And you are? - Erica Cullen.

This is my boyfriend, Charlie Eichhorn.

We were with her at her house.

She left three hours ago. She didn't come home.

Can you describe her to us?

Long hair, dark blonde.

She's wearing a silver dress.

What? Why are you looking at me like that?

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

Oh, it can't be. It can't be Kimberly.

We can have one of you take a look at her.

No, it's not Kimberly.

- Charlie. - No, no, no.

It just can't be Kim.

She's getting married in the morning.

Homicide.

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 has your sister and Marcus been together?

Two years.

They moved into this place a year ago.

And how long have they been engaged?

Since May. Around eight months.

What time did you leave the rehearsal dinner?

Around 11:30.

And then the four of you came back here?

Yeah, and then Kim went to walk Sadie.

Uh, Marcus, her fiancé, offered to go with her.

But she said no.

She was just gonna go around 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, Erica and Marcus?

Yeah. We searched the whole neighborhood.

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 going to be a grandfather.

That's usually how it works.

But if you wanna stay in Homicide,

I wouldn't tell anyone.

I think my father's feeling a little bit old.

Yeah, he'll get over it once he sees the kid.

Welcome to the historic center of theater, detectives.

Can I take your tickets?

Just point us toward the dead guy, Hoskins.

Right this way.

What do we got?

Driver's license reads Michael Benjamin Blowen.

White male, 45 years of age.

Found cooing in his seat after Bogart double featured.

Which movies?

Casablanca and The Big Sleep.

Well, 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?

Can't tell you for sure until I've seen his insides.

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

Might as well start asking some questions.

Where's the rest of the audience?

At home, I would think.

You let them leave?

This place emptied out before the credits stopped rolling.

Janitor came in to clean up.

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

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

Round up the usual suspects.

- Hey. - Hey.

So, who'd you talk to?

Uh, let's see, I talked to Charlie,

her father, a couple of cousins.

I talked to Erica, 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 that you were gonna talk to him.

You wanna go up?

Maybe we should wait.

I don't know. I'll-- I'll go up.

Marcus, I'm Detective Bayliss.

I'm sorry.

I need to ask you some questions.

Is that okay with you, son?

Had, um...

Kimberly been to Leakin Park before?

It isn't safe in there at night.

She said she was just going around the block.

But you went there to look for her when she didn't get back.

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.

Well, we can talk later.

You're the owner?

No, the owner's in Philly. I'm the manager.

The manager, the projectionist,

and sometimes ticket taker.

Yeah, I do pretty much everything around here

except direct the old pictures.

So is the guy still in his seat?

They should be wheeling him out soon.

Boy, I've been running this place for nine years

and no one's ever died on me before.

Did you get a good look at the body, Mr. Hopper?

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

Well, he did seem vaguely familiar,

but often I don't know.

Uh, we may not be a multiplex,

but we've got pretty decent crowds.

I can't keep track of every face who comes through here.

What about tonight?

- How full was the theater? - About half.

You know, midnight double feature.

Not too many people wanna stay up that late,

even for Bogey.

All right, we're going to need to talk to audience members.

Did anyone pay for their ticket by credit card?

Well, maybe a handful.

Uh, if you just give me a minute,

I'll-- I'll pull the slips.

Jujube?

My watch says ten after five, and in less than six hours,

150 guests are gonna show up at St. John's

to watch Marcus Hume marry Kimberly Cullen.

And Kimberly Cullen's on her way to the morgue.

Yeah, and as you'd expect, the immediate family's a mess.

So the dad has asked us to show up at the church

for when the guests arrive, so that we can help,

you know, spread the news.

If Kim had any enemies,

anybody that wanted to hurt her,

this would be the crowd to tell us.

Well, Falsone and I can tag along.

The more the merrier.

We're also gonna go back to the crime scene.

Leakin Park is poorly lit.

We're hoping to have better luck after sunrise.

What do you up to find?

An eight-month-old sheepdog by the name of Sadie.

Uh, Cullen was walking her when she left the house.

We're also looking for footprints,

maybe track whether Cullen was followed.

Have we ruled out the fiancé?

Marcus Hume was with other relatives

for the two hours following Cullen's disappearance,

and ME says that she died close to midnight.

He couldn't have pushed her off the cliff.

Yeah, but 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.

Well, one night is as random as the next, really.

Death obeys no set schedule.

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

She may have committed suicide.

A 26-year-old woman takes a nosedive off a cliff

12 hours before she's gonna get married.

I can't be the only one to have thunk it.

- You're not. - So?

Well, the engagement ring is missing.

You know, whether it was an accident or suicide,

the ring should still be on her finger.

- There's a stream below the cliff, right? - Yeah.

She tossed a little band of gold in the water before she went over.

Well, look, she never showed any signs of depression.

Everyone that we spoke to said she had never been happier.

Or so it appeared.

You search that stream, I bet you find a ring on the bottom.

Right now, we've got more reason to suspect

that Cullen was robbed than that she killed herself.

I think we should start with the pawn shops before we hire divers.

Hey, it's your case.

We should also check with Robbery and with Vice,

see if there's any crime patterns in Leakin Park,

any-- 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 that's what we tell the wedding guests,

that the bride is dead and we don't know what happened.

That's what we tell 'em.

Dead babies, dead brides.

I've worked two cases in Baltimore,

and you couldn't bring me a straightforward drug shooting?

Don't worry, Kalyani. You'll see your share.

Right. For now, we're still getting to know each other.

Didn't wanna make it too easy.

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

Okay. Fractured skull, internal trauma,

all consistent with a 40-foot fall,

all sustained upon impact.

She didn't have any additional injuries.

No signs of struggle, no sexual assault.

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

Freshly manicured, nice and neat for the wedding, except,

she has dirt and moss underneath four nails,

and the one on the right index is chipped.

So you think she was holding on to the cliff

as she was hanging there?

It's a strong possibility.

And if she was holding on to the cliff,

she didn't wanna fall.

Right, and that leads us towards an accident.

A robbery.

Or even suicide.

I've seen plenty of them up in Boston.

People who commit to jumping 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.

Took my daughter to the double feature for her birthday.

Somehow she reached 18 without seeing Casablanca.

Hmm. Do you remember noticing this man?

Oh, how could I forget him?

Soon as 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 have been better off if we'd stayed home and rented the videos.

I'm an insomniac.

And sometimes rather than tossing and turning,

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

Their films tend to put me right out.

You slept through both movies?

I dozed 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.

Yeah, I shushed the guy twice.

- Both times he ignored me. - Did you ask him again?

Yeah, I went right up to his seat and told him to shut up.

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

I'll tell you, if it wasn't a heart attack, I wish you two luck.

Wasn't the soul in that theater that didn't want that man dead.

Who's the kid?

His name is Brian Terrell.

He wants to be a detective when he grows up.

I-- I guess the bosses paid him a visit in the hospital

and took some pictures.

Distinguished-looking young man.

Looks very cop-like in that hat.

You should put those up in the squad room someplace.

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.

Mm-hmm. Same paper, same section.

You'd think someone would've caught this in time.

Well, different departments.

Our families got to see this?

Hopefully they won't.

What do you wanna bet they will?

So how are we doing on footprints?

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

Found six or seven others apart from the victim's.

None within feet of the spot where hers stopped.

Uh-huh. And the dog?

We combed the whole park. There's no sign of Sadie.

- Tim, Tim! - Whoa, Ballard, come on. Hey, be careful.

Look, right there. Fingernail marks.

She must have grabbed onto that ledge.

Been waiting on you two.

- You got something for us? - I might.

I had a chat with Ravitch down in Robbery.

He says Leakin Park's been quiet the past three or four weeks,

but they did work a couple muggings there back in November.

- Yeah? - There's some kid with a switchblade

who likes to wave it in people's faces

and take off with their wallets.

- Any description? - Right here.

17, 18 years old, brown hair, bad skin.

I told Ravitch to keep in touch.

Hmm.

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

- Thank you. - Hey, and 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 wanna hurt her. He just wants the ring.

So she gives him the ring,

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

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. - Makes sense.

- Detective Bayliss. - Yeah?

Are you police sources? Who's police sources?

Uh, I'm sorry, I don't understand.

"Investigators suspect foul play,

but have yet to eliminate the possibility of suicide, say police sources."

I wanna know, 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.

You don't know that because you haven't found the person.

- You haven't found anything. - Look, we are trying our best,

and it would help us if you would talk to us.

- Isn't that what I'm doing here? - 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 Colgate.

Did you go to college there?

No, it's Kimberly's.

Love, money, revenge,

of all the various and sundry motives for murder,

talking in the movies is the most reasonable excuse.

Yeah, this Blowen probably died of natural causes.

That's what you think.

Really, the gods of the old Hollywood are sitting up there

in their Busby-Berkeley version of 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 Columbia goddess,

the MGM lion, the four Warner brothers,

and they spot this schmuck Blowen making a mockery

of their life's work, so what's left to do

but rape the offending actor as final scene?

The luminous Swede gets the letters of transit.

Our loudmouth has a massive cardiac arrest.

Farewell, fade out, the end.

Yeah, that movie's okay, Munch, 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, um...

that this kid is the one, this holdup guy?

Uh, 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.

Mm-hmm. Did they stay in touch?

Off and on. She sent him a wedding invitation,

but he never RSVP'd.

And he lives in Baltimore?

Yeah, federal hell.

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

How long does it take to fall 40 feet?

Uh, 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 are gonna get us from the park to Falls Road.

If we wanna go further south, we're gonna need a bunch more.

How far south do you wanna go?

I don't know.

All the way to Annapolis, if we have to.

Because we have, like, eight stacks here already.

We m--

we might not even have time to hang them all.

What? 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'd invited me only 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.

Personally, I think 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 high school 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.

I think Kim put enough pressure on herself.

I-- I have a painting of hers, if you wanna 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? Considering.

Up.

Down.

Now, I gotta agree with Falsone on this,

the girl is definitely falling.

No, she's not falling.

She's flying. Look at her arms.

I'm looking at her arms.

Well, maybe she's swimming.

Well, you wanna go that far, are we sure she's a she?

- Hey, Munch. - Ballard.

Come here. Take a look at this picture.

Do you see a girl falling or a girl 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 of this?

A baobab tree.

Hmm.

Can anyone say flashback?

Am I hearing correctly, detectives?

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

We don't have much else to go on, Gee.

Have you, uh, found the robbery suspect?

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

And we're coordinating with the Pawn unit

and running a check on the ring.

But other than that...

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

Yeah, who's that?

- Is this Sadie? - Yeah.

We found her under a bus stop on the north side of the park.

Congratulations, you two.

You have your first witness.

Marcus loves Sadie.

Well, 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 all the gifts?

Wouldn't people want Marcus to keep them?

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

I guess he's got enough reminders, doesn't need any more.

Hmm.

What about these paintings?

- Are they Kimberly's? - Mm-hmm.

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 that

Kimberly always saw herself as a painter,

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

Dog must have been starving. She finished the whole bowl.

He said that your sister went to Duke

because she felt pressured to do that.

It's hard making a living as an artist.

- Kimberly knew that. - But did she wanna try?

I mean, say, Marcus earned more money,

or, say, your folks were more encouraging,

would she have kept at it?

Our parents were always supportive.

No one forced Kim to do anything.

Right, but your Dad's lawyer, right?

And you're a lawyer, too?

I'll get the dog more food.

Look, is there something that you're not saying?

- Erica? - She was your sister, Erica.

How are we gonna find out what happened to her

unless you tell us everything?

Kimberly called me two weeks ago...

in the middle of the night.

She was crying and-- and hysterical almost.

I'd never heard her like that before.

- What was she saying? - She was having doubts.

She was afraid...

to go to law school.

She didn't wanna 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 okay.

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.

When we go to Blowen's house,

we don't find any sedative in his medicine cabinet.

We do, however, find these.

A half a dozen letters sent back and forth

between your respective lawyers.

You tried to ban Blowen from the theater, Hopper.

He threatened to sue you.

You still wanna claim that he looked vaguely familiar?

Blowen was a regular here, wasn't he?

Yeah, he was 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 Dr. Zhivago.

He memorized all the dialogue.

He knows all the endings.

This week, he ruined Casablanca.

Last week, it was Psycho.

I barely turned on the projector,

he's-- he's yelling, "Don't go in the shower!"

That's not his mother, that's Anthony Perkins.

You can name any classic,

and I'll bet Blowen's blown it.

The sled. Rosebud's the name of the sled.

He got it when he was a kid.

You talking to me?

You talking to me? The falcon?

It's a phony. It's a fake.

Who needs him, Scarlet?

Tomorrow's another day.

He's not great or powerful.

He's behind the curtain.

We started losing business.

People would be walking out of here early,

demanding their money back.

Pretty soon, word got around,

and half the seats in here would be empty, all 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,

just make him shut up for once.

So the first week, he was somewhat quieter,

but-- but he was still incredibly loud.

So next time,

you just upped the dosage.

Well, I guess I added a bit too much.

Okay, Hopper, I can't say I don't sympathize with you,

but I'm going to have to cuff you now.

We're taking you downtown.

Well, I didn't mean to kill the guy.

Let's go.

Of all the movie theaters, in all the towns,

in all the world, he had to walk into mine.

Well, at least we know something.

We know that Kimberly wasn't the carefree, smiling bride

- that everyone wanted her to be. - Yeah, which doesn't tell us much.

I mean, plenty of people have second thoughts

- before they get married. - True.

Yeah, I keep going back to the fingernails.

Uh, why would she hold on if she wanted to fall?

Well, like Kalyani said, maybe she changed her mind.

You know, she went up there to get a good look at the view,

contemplate her future,

and she didn't like what she sees,

so she made a decision.

But when she started to act on it,

as soon as she was in the air, she got scared,

and she grabbed onto that lower ledge.

Okay, you see, to do that,

she had to be facing the cliff, and to be facing the cliff,

she had to have gone up backwards.

Maybe it was easier for her not to look down.

God, this case.

If you want, I could give you a lift home?

Oh, no. I'm gonna head upstairs

and look over some notes from the original interviews.

Well, you get a good night's sleep.

Maybe with fresh eyes,

everything will be clearer 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. One club sandwich and one Caesar salad.

Uh, 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 got to work.

So where are you with Cullen?

Did you get anything?

Not really, no.

You wanna talk about it?

Do I wanna talk about it?

Not really. No.

Oh, the ME got the tox screen back on Cullen.

It's a .02 blood alcohol.

Two glasses of Merlot she had at the rehearsal dinner.

Yeah, there's no trace of drugs, prescription or otherwise.

So Kim went over that edge sober.

I don't know. Now, 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.

Yeah, we conducted a second set of interviews this morning

and only the sister admits that Cullen was anxious.

And the parents, they wouldn't talk.

Speaking of the parents, they came to see me yesterday.

They wanted two new detectives.

But I assured them that you were my top-notch investigators.

Anyway, I bought us some more time.

But it hasn't even been a week.

Well, I don't care if it takes a full year

as long as we're building a case.

But if we're just treading water,

if we're not able to prove foul play,

then I think we ought to let the parents know.

We can't make them wait forever.

Hey, the kid you wanted from multiple holdups?

Yeah.

Just mugged a staffer outside of Kernan Hospital.

Ravitch has him down in the holding cell.

He says come on by.

Hey, Keith!

Hey, buddy.

So, uh, we hear you've been real busy lately.

Well, our colleague here says that you fessed up

to over a dozen holdups.

I got a drug habit.

Really? I would never have guessed that.

Mmm. So, what?

Do you stick people up for cash for your fix?

Is that what you were doing last Friday night?

That's what I was doing. Look, I already told the other guy.

You were in Leakin Park.

I was over in Canton, outside the liquor store.

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

I stopped going there.

No one carries enough cash when they're walking their dogs.

Right, but they might be wearing jewelry, like,

I don't know, a big diamond engagement ring.

I was never that lucky.

It's okay, McCain. We know you just wanted the ring.

You didn't wanna hurt anybody.

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

Well, you spotted the diamond on her finger,

you pulled out your knife, and she backed off the cliff.

The cliff? There's no cliffs 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.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, but he could've mugged her and Cullen both.

- First one, then the other. - Timing doesn't work.

The holdup in Canton was just after midnight.

He wouldn't have had 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 your victim's 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?

Seven pounds, nine ounces.

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?

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

Yeah, but do you really think the family wants us there?

If we had something to tell them, that would be different.

But all we have to tell them is that we have nothing to tell them.

Yeah. Yeah, right. Is that so terrible?

I'd rather hand them a signed confession.

Yeah, so would I, except for right now, we don't have one.

- We may never have one. - And that's okay 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.

You should tell that to Cullen's parents.

I'm sure it's exactly what they wanna hear.

Oh.

So that means you're not going, huh?

Is it okay to come closer?

I mean, it seems like you haven't wanted me around much in the past four or five days.

I told you this was a tough case for me.

I mean, you caught your big tough case,

and 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?

I figured you'd tell me eventually.

Or not.

I walked out on him.

- Nice. - It was, uh--

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 it.

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?

And so she killed herself?

Yeah.

I don't know.

I'm short, detectives.

Translation, "Where are we on Cullen?"

Very good, Bayliss.

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.

So there's still the question of the missing ring,

the dirt under her nails.

Translation, "You have nothing new."

I guess we don't.

You know, her parents requested different detectives.

Maybe we should just give them what they want.

Did you run all this evidence past Kalyani?

Yeah, we went over there after the funeral.

And the official cause is still undetermined?

Yes.

All right. We're gonna put this on the back burner.

- Already? - Look, if I sensed that either of you were off your game

or you missed a key clue, I would 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? You 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.

Well, it doesn't mean that we're dropping it.

New-- new things come up all the time,

new evidence and-- and new information.

But for now, we've done all we can.

Does this mean that she wasn't murdered?

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

Are you gonna tell her parents that?

And my parents?

I mean, they're convinced that 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 someday you will.

Yeah, maybe.