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I was the one who was

always afraid of the dark, remember?

You slept like a dead man.

Thunder and lightning?

You wouldn't make a peep.

I was the one waking up night after night

with a bloody mouth from biting my lips.

You remember?

I really appreciate you helping us out.

I mean, I just got so tired of punching the clock, you know.

"Hold the pickle, hold the lettuce."

I mean, how many times can you hear that

before you start howling at the moon?

And like the corporate giants of petroleum

are gonna miss $153.

Take a pill, get real.

You know, I'd have someone take a look at that cut.

It's a doozy.

I'm a little bit country.

Yeah. I'm a little bit rock 'n roll.

Mi espalda me duele mucho.

What?

It means, "my back hurts" in Spanish.

- Really? - Yeah.

- Want to try another one? - No, I don't.

¿Cómo se fue su fin de semana, Francisco?

What? It's my book!

- Give me the damn--- - Frank! It's my... book!

Why are you learning Spanish?

Because Spanish is a very interesting language.

And we share the Western Hemisphere

with a billion Spanish-speaking people.

And it's a jag-load easier than learning French.

Yeah. But you live in Baltimore.

There must be what? Eight Spanish-speaking people here?

Part of language retention and acquisition is practice.

Who you gonna practice with, huh?

I'll tell you. My chiropractor. She's from Chihuahua.

They named a town in Mexico after a rat-dog?

No, Frank. They named the rat-dog after the town.

Why is every question that is put to you have to end up like a discussion

on "Meet The Press"? Just answer the damn question!

¿Cómo se fue su fin de semana?

- How was your weekend, Frank? - Hmm?

It el sucko-ed the biggo wiener-o.

There, I'm bilingual.

Man, you are the ugly American.

Don't get personal, Mary's having a biblical bout of morning sickness.

But she's on of these people who refuses to vomit,

even though she knows it's gonna make her feel better.

So, all she did this weekend was lie around and moan,

eat saltines and yell at me for telling her,

-"Just throw up!" - Right. Right.

Hold on.

Business or pleasure?

One doesn't carry a beeper for pleasure.

Oh? Hookers do.

Prostitution is a business, not pleasure.

Yeah. I still don't get that.

Hey!

- ! - Qué!

Hey, could-- could you--

Hey, pull over! I gotta make a call!

So you'd go crying into Mama's room.

Remember how she never comforted you.

She'd just call you "sissy boy"

and tell you to get back to bed.

You'd have been a hopeless bag of crap without me.

But hey, you don't have to be afraid of things

that go bump in the night if you become the thing

that lurks in the darkness.

Mom found that out the hard way, huh?

Huh? Am I right?

Megan, good morning.

Good morning, Al.

Nice to be home again, huh?

Yeah, it's nice to be home,

except all the mice in the basement

have now moved upstairs.

So, now I'm taking bids on exterminators.

It's kind of like police work, but different.

I need you to tell me something.

Oh... Al, look--

Look, if it's about broken-down Cavaliers, or overtime,

or more detectives, I swear I'm on it.

Which tie?

What?

Usually, I can bluff my way through my wardrobe,

but today I'm at a loss.

I'm meeting my daughter, Charisse for lunch

and I need some advice.

Oh, let's see. Okay, this one's--

this one's very fatherly and wise,

and this one is...

is frayed and has a stain on it.

I know, I got some oil on it the last time I made dinner for Charisse.

Oh. Oh, yeah? When was that?

June. '92.

Wait a minute, you haven't made dinner for Charisse in three years?

Well, she lives in Richmond.

Usually when she visits, we go out.

But I'm taking her to the Polo Grill.

Oh!

I haven't seen her in months. I can't wait.

Yeah. Well then, you know what?

Go with the stain. If for nothing else,

then for purely sentimental reasons.

Hey, man!

Mikey, Mikey, Mikey.

I get one thing wrong on my entry form,

I could blow my chance of winning.

A coffee stain's gonna cost you...

$10 million?

I can't take any chances.

Well, your RSVP to Ed McMahon is gonna have to wait.

I got us signed up for range time this afternoon.

It's firearms re-qualification time already?

Yeah, everyone's gotta get checked out.

- Today's the last day. - Okay.

- Where's my release form? - What release form?

In case I win.

Ed McMahon pulls up in my driveway,

I gotta give permission to put my incredibly handsome face

on billboards and big screens across the country.

Meldrick, you're not gonna win.

Okay? All you're doing is licking Marilyn Monroe's butt

in the form of a commemorative stamp.

I'm in the finals, babe.

Prisoners in China are in the final draw.

All right? Anyone breathing gets one of these mail ins.

I can't take any chances.

Gi, it's humiliating to have the general public see

two veteran homicide detectives towed from crime scene to crime scene.

You both know Special Agent Van Brandt of the FBI.

Miami Steve.

At least give us some bus tokens.

I'm on it, Frank.

You two should come work for Big Brother.

We have newer cars, better health insurance.

We can chase bad guys past the state line.

Which is the reason why Van Brandt is here.

It seems we have a thrill killer heading north up I-95.

Can one of you get the shade?

21 hours ago, at 1:00pm,

the killer walked into a convenience store

in Jacksonville, Florida,

pulled a 12-gauge side-by-side

and blew the heart out of the cashier.

About six hours later,

two truckers had their heads blown off at a truck plaza

in Savannah, Georgia.

Then he must have taken a nap or something

cause about eight hours after that at 3:00am,

a 22-year-old Black woman at a gas station

in St George, South Carolina.

And then, another gas-station attendant in Fayetteville, North Carolina

at about 7 this morning.

Man, what's the hurry?

At his current pace, and if he stays on the interstate,

he should be in your area code by dinnertime.

You know, only a long-term speed freak

could drive and kill at this schedule.

You got a psych profile?

You know, Behavioral Science at Quantico believes

we're looking for a white male, late 20s, early 30s,

at best a high-school dropout, abused as a child.

Started killing his pets and then worked his way up the food chain.

- Bed-wetter. - Probably.

How'd you know that?

Well, I've been re-reading the "Homicide Investigation Handbook."

And a "thrill killer" is usually impulsive,

has a loss of control over himself.

I'd like to see some copies of the crime-scene reports.

Why? You Think you'll see something we missed?

Well, I'm counting on it. Thanks a lot.

- Thank you, guys. - Okay.

Yay-oh!

You know, if you're William Tell, you'd be in jail for shooting your kid.

Shot a hell of a lot better than you did.

I've been in Arson for four years.

You know, in Arson you need guile

and brains and guts to defend yourself.

Hoo-ha!

You know, people with Tourette's should never handle firearms.

- I hit him. - Yeah, I know, in the shoulder.

You hit the shooter in the shoulder.

You hit a shooter in the shoulder,

he just gonna get more pissed off,

especially if he's fully automatic like we aren't.

This is the one part of the job I hate.

What? You hate guns and you're a cop?

I'm my brother's keeper. That's why I'm a cop.

All right. Yeah. Well, that's--

thats's very noble. Very, very noble.

Wow!

Death is so weird.

It's like... you just...

squeeze a trigger...

and kill a person, with so little effort.

What's that like to be so empty of compassion.

To take a life in your hands and just pop...

pop...

Pop!

No fear of hell, no fear of lethal injection.

No fear at all.

If we catch up to this guy, you go in first, okay?

I'm telling you, man, it's the weirdest rush of your life.

Putting your lips over the mouth of a dying man

and sucking in their last breath.

After that, I usually feel like having a beer.

Thanks very much, Richard.

Lieutenant Weston?

I'm Detective Pembleton. This is Detective Bayliss.

We're from Baltimore City Homicide.

You probably passed the bastard on the way down.

Yeah. Yeah. We're hoping he's gonna keep on going.

In case he doesn't, we thought a fresh crime would do.

Doesn't get any fresher than this.

Victim tar-tar.

Yeah.

Why is it that travelers never flush? Hmm?

I mean Frank, would you go to the bathroom

in a disgusting place like this?

When you gotta go, you gotta go.

My mother always went into public bathrooms with me.

You know, washed the seat off for me,

made me put down paper.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

You should see it when she comes to my apartment,

she spends an hour disinfecting everything.

Everything! She's Howard Hughes about germs.

- Triple-O? - Mmm.

Uh, you haven't dusted anything yet, have you?

Uh, no, detective. Not yet.

Since this is a public restroom on an interstate,

I'm sure we'll find several hundred prints.

Unless, of course, your mother came in and cleaned up after the killer.

Would you mind if we spoke to the guy who found the body?

- Sure. - Good.

We were just, you know, stopping for a sandwich

and had to go to the toilet.

We're coming home from a visit to Gettysburg.

Now, did you buy the sandwich before you walked over to the restroom?

Yes.

Did you see anyone walk in or walk out?

No.

And there was no one else in there when you walked in?

Just the dead guy.

Okay.

Is your son doing okay?

Oh, yeah, he's-- he's really shook up.

All he wants to go back and stare at the body some more.

What is it with kids and dead things?

Too young to be afraid, I guess.

Do you remember seeing a white male, late 20s,

perhaps wearing a baseball cap, pull into the rest area around 1:00?

No, sir.

- You're sure? - Yeah.

I empty the vending machine every day at 1:00.

It was just me here.

- Anything? - No.

- You here this afternoon? - Yes, sir.

Anything unusual you remember?

I already asked him that.

Just a guy that bought the last bags of bubble gum

- from the machine. - When?

About 1:15.

Well, you told me you didn't see anyone.

I said I didn't see no one around 1:00.

1:15 is different.

Oh.

Sorry, I didn't mean to be so subtle.

What did this guy look like?

Do you think some people work harder at being stupid than others?

Hmm. I'm gonna go out on a limb and say yes.

"1:15's different. It's different."

The killer is chalking up a new victim in every state, right?

- Right. - So, he gases up,

he pulls into the rest area.

Gomer the janitor, told you he remembered

- an old two-tone Ford pickup. - Right.

- That was parked in the lot. - Mm-hmm.

How long does a... tank of gas last in the average car?

Well, you figure the average tank is fifteen gallons.

Getting 20 miles per gallon, that's 300 miles,

divided by an average of 55 miles an hour is--

- Probably five and a half hours. - Right.

So, that would be a-- a big-block V-8.

And your point?

Well, look.

He killed the first in Florida, right?

- Uh huh. - Then here in Georgia,

then South Carolina, and then, uh, North Carolina.

And every time it's at a gas station or at a truck stop.

So, you think he's stopping to kill every time he fills up?

Well, no one said that every killer has to be a poet.

Look at all the nice people out driving today

on the nation's highways.

If they only knew.

If they only knew.

Uh-oh. Look at that.

We need to stop for more gas.

Where next?

Who's next?

Judy? Did Charisse call yet?

No, Lieutenant.

What did you two learn on your field trip today?

Well, not much, Gi.

It's you know, the same method,

but there's no physical evidence,

there's no witnesses, so we just gotta wait.

That won't do!

We have no choice.

So, your plan is to huddle in the one place we know the killer isn't?

How inspired.

Hi. You got gas money?

Yeah.

Thanks for the ride.

Don't thank me yet.

Who's that back there?

Oh. That's just my brother.

Here, you want a piece of gum?

How was lunch with Charisse?

She never showed up.

She call?

She's just coming down from Richmond.

I don't know why she's so late.

She's fine, Gi.

I know.

I know. I'm just gonna go call her apartment again.

Al?

All right, what's up?

Okay, about 10 minutes ago, a Maryland state trooper heading south on 95

saw an old two-tone Ford pickup truck

stop for a hitchhiker on the northbound side.

That matches the description of the vehicle

we believe our suspect to be driving.

The trooper tried to pull a U-ey,

but it was rush hour so he lost sight of the vehicle.

So, what we need you to do is to okay a roadblock.

- Where? - I-95, second and third lanes.

Ah!

Ah, you two don't have enough to convince me

to authorize shutting down two lanes of a North Bound 95.

He may still be in the area.

But you don't know that!

Unfortunately, the only way to confirm his presence

is to find another body.

That's exactly what we're hoping to avoid.

I don't know.

Listen, Captain, it'd just be for a couple hours.

Two.

Okay. All right, I'll call Public Works

and see if I can get them to jack-knife an old truck or something.

I mean, if we're gonna fool him, let's not be pansies about it, huh?

Yeah.

Bayliss, you got a call. It's Van Brandt.

Hello. Bayliss, Homicide.

Yeah, Tim. It's Van Brandt.

I'm at Exit 23 off the downtown interchange at I-95.

I'm standing over another body.

A Black female shot in the chest and face.

Same MO, same weapon.

Got it, Steve. We're on our way.

Guess who's here?

Oh!

Hi, Daddy. Sorry I'm late.

Ooh! My car broke down.

Why didn't you call?

I'm sorry, but I was trying to get here.

It's so good to see you!

It's so good to be home.

Oh.

Wow.

A call would have been nice.

Yeah. I'm sorry about that,

but I just dropped 100 bucks on new belts and an hour into the drive

the engine overheats.

So, I had to leave the car at a service station in Alexandria.

I was sure I'd make it for dinnertime.

We were supposed to have lunch.

Really?

Really.

Oh, Dad, I'm sorry.

Did you hear your sister made the Dean's list at Rutgers again?

Theresa?

Little Miss Blow-Homework-Off-To-Go-See

Snoop-Doggy-Dogg-Giardello?

She sent home copies of it.

Three A's and a B.

She makes Al Junior and I look like

you blew your money on our tuition!

Dad, I have some news.

I'm leaving Richmond.

To where? You coming home?

No. I'm moving to San Francisco,

with my fiancé.

You're getting married?

Yes.

His name is Rob.

You're marrying Rob?

Yeah. We're doing it out west.

- I hope you can make it. - I--

You want me to get it?

No. Oh.

I didn't know you broke up with the other guy. What was his name?

Henry or whatever his name was.

And the little pig said, "Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin."

Hey, some son of a bitch

left his car in the middle of the road!

What kind of car is it?

Oh, it's a piece of crap, blue and white pickup.

You guys oughta get someone--

He's gone! He's gone! He's gone!

Come on! Suspect on foot! Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

Check all these vehicles! Spread out immediately!

Spread out. Check the vehicles, check the meridian!

Come on! Let's go!

Okay, everybody!

Listen up.

Here we go.

The plates on the truck were taken from the car of the first victim.

The VIN number on the truck matches one registered

to a Mabel Dell of Titusville, Florida.

Munch, track it down. Find out if the truck was stolen,

if she lent it to somebody.

The shotgun, however, was not recovered from the truck,

so our bad boy is still armed and dangerous.

Agent Van Brandt, FBI.

All right. We're looking for a white male, early 30s.

5 foot 10 to 6 foot. He's right-handed.

He's wearing a cat's paw-soled army surplus boot.

And video enhancement showed that he had a ring

on the index finger of his left hand.

We're cross-matching prints.

We hope to have a face to match the resume by tomorrow morning.

Given his schedule this guy is keeping,

it implies the use of narcotics.

Methamphetamines, cocaine, maybe the whole damn medicine cabinet.

He won't have much cash on him, so any bump-and-run mugging,

any penny-ante burglary, we have to check out and follow through.

He's on the run, a long way from home

and has demonstrated an absolute lack of a need for a reason to kill.

If you come across him, call back-up and exercise extreme caution!

That's all.

The police just released this sketch of a suspect...

Check this out.

Watch for his dog tags and army boots.

If you see this man, dial 9-1-1 immediately.

He is considered armed and may be headed to Baltimore,

after killing several people along I-95

at gas stations and rest stops.

Again, dial 9-1-1 if you see this man.

I'm Dawn Daniels reporting live. Back to you in the studio.

Mabel Dell of Titusville, Florida has disappeared.

She was last seen by the local police at they responded

to a domestic disturbance at her house.

The cause?

Her son was beating her but never arrested.

What's this son's name?

She had two boys, but the wacky little spud

who ignored the fifth commandment was named Newton Dell.

It's the fourth commandment, John.

Maybe in your church.

Anyway, she must have smoked a lot

while pregnant with Newton.

By puberty, he had arrests for petty theft,

then two counts of cruelty to animals

for mutilating neighbourhood strays.

Mr. "Even Keel" disappeared the same time Mabel did.

- Page two. - What?

Nothing. It's a Paul Harvey thing I've always wanted to do.

- Out. - Out.

Well, as they say, if it's not one thing, it's your mother.

Pembleton? You out there?

Pembleton.

Frank, this is Kellerman. Get on your horse.

He just walked out of a bar at Retreat and Francis.

Over.

Hey, hey, hey.

Dell was in here all morning.

What do you mean? You interviewed the owner an hour ago.

He was sitting at the end of the bar the whole time.

Now, relax, Frank.

We didn't get the fax 20 minutes ago.

Okay? We didn't know what he looked like.

- Where's the owner? - Questioned him already.

- As well as the first time? - Hey, Frank!

Take a deep breath and spank yourself, okay?

We already re-interviewed him. Dell went out the back.

And we ordered a sweep for the area, okay?

He left this.

Looks like a clean thumb print right there.

- Mike, Meldrick-- - No, no, no!

Don't even bother to say sorry.

I wasn't even about to apologize.

I was gonna say I'm gonna interview the owner my damn self.

He had no friends growing up.

- Munch! - Yes.

Munch.

Get another body and meet Frank and Tim at Retreat and Francis.

- Dell's been spotted downtown. - All Right, Gi.

And Munch, make sure everybody's wearing a vest. You hear me?

Yes, sir.

Hi.

Thanks for the charge card,

but I couldn't find anything I wanted.

Sweetheart, I'm sorry I couldn't be with you

but we're right in the middle of a Redball.

There's always a Redball going on around you.

I spoke to Rob this morning and he wants to get a jump on packing,

so I was gonna leave tonight.

I'd like it if you could spend one more day.

I can't.

Sweetheart, you can't imagine what it is to sit here and learn

about everything after the fact.

Daddy, let's be honest.

We've never had the kind of relationship

where we include each other in every decision.

- That's not the point. - It's exactly the point!

If you don't have a say, you turn into a bully.

Charisse...

just because a child leaves home,

gets married, has their own family,

doesn't mean that you stop...

being a parent or stop caring.

Now, grant me that respect, okay?

You're not respecting me.

You're not giving me reason to.

I don't have time to keep walking you through

the reasons why I live my life the way I do.

Charisse, wait a minute now. Just-- just-- no.

Just let me go.

Cash or charge, ma'am?

Charge, please.

I'm sorry, Ma'am. Your card wasn't accepted.

That's ridiculous.

I have the credit company on the phone, Ma'am.

Why don't you come inside and talk to them?

I will not.

Ma'am, Ma'am, they said you had to.

For crying out loud!

Argh! What in the hell are you doing?

Ma'am, your credit card's fine.

There's a man lying on the floor of the back seat of your car.

9-1-1 Emergency Centre, operator 831.

Do you need Police, Fire or Ambulance?

Police.

What do you wanna report?

Yeah, that guy you've been looking for,

that guy who's been killing people on the interstate.

Yeah, he's here.

He's in the back of a lady's Lincoln.

Can you give me a description?

He had dark pants, dark jacket,

he's wearing a ball cap, I think.

Look, I know it's him.

Can you get some cops over here?

Stay on the line, please.

This is Giardello.

Lieutenant, this is the Emergency Operator.

A suspect matching the description of an APB

issued by your unit for a Newton Dell has been reported.

At present the suspect is at Hunter's Gas Station

at 809 North Point Road.

Pembleton, Bayliss,

I think we've got Newton Dell!

Sir, ma'am, come with me!

Get down, stay calm!

Newton Dell.

We are the Baltimore City Police!

You are surrounded!

What for? I'm not trying to get away!

Step out of the car, get down on your knees,

lay face down on the ground,

hands behind your head.

You're not gonna shoot me, right?

Get out of the car!

Don't move. Get down on the ground.

Well, if I get on the ground, I'm gonna have to move.

On the ground!

Hands behind your head!

You're under arrest for suspicion of murder.

Why are you so nervous, Officer?

You're the one with the gun.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say and do can and will be used against you in a court of law.

Watch your head.

- You riding? - Yeah.

You have the right to an attorney.

Dawn, you're on.

Moments ago, Newton Dell, a suspect in a string of cross-country murders

was brought to Baltimore City police headquarters for processing.

Dell, originally from Titusville, Florida,

is being questioned by detectives of the homicide unit.

Newton Dell.

Mind if I call you, Newt?

God, yes.

You don't like that name?

Would you?

Why did you leave your truck on the interstate?

- It's not my truck. - Oh. That's right.

It's your mother's.

She know you are in trouble? Did you call her?

- No. - Why not?

We're not exactly on speaking terms.

- Is that why you beat her up? - Essentially, yeah.

So, tell me, Newt, why did you run away?

Are you...

guilty of something?

This chair's uncomfortable.

Whether it's your truck or not,

you left gum wrappers, some clothes, a overdue library book.

And oh yeah, some spent shotgun shells

all covered with your prints in that truck.

- Now, you remember your rights being read to you? - Yes, sir I do.

- Do you remember what you were charged with? - Yes, sir.

You're very polite.

I try to remember my manners.

Did you kill Wendy Simpkins?

I never heard of her.

You picked her up hitchhiking.

- Oh, that was her name. - Then, you admit you knew her?

Briefly. Yeah.

- Do you remember what you did to her? - I offered her some gum.

Wendy Simpkins was 23-years-old.

I was 23 once.

Yes, but by that time, you'd been arrested a dozen times for petty theft

and, oh, cruelty to animals.

Now, how can you be cruel to an animal?

It's just an animal. It's not a person.

I think when you bash your neighbour's cat

with a roller skate and stuff it in a mailbox,

I think that that qualifies.

I guess you're right. I mean, when you put it that way.

There are some Detectives from Jacksonville,

Savannah, Alexandria and a few other places

- waiting outside to talk to you. - About what?

About what you've been up to these last few days.

I haven't done anything.

- Where's the shotgun, Newton? - I don't own a shotgun.

You know something? He didn't ask you if you owned one.

What he asked you was where the one is that you've been using.

I don't have a gun. I hate guns. They're loud.

You're a killer, Newton.

No, I'm a Presbyterian.

No, Newton, you are doomed.

We have you on camera.

Your prints are all over the inside of that truck.

We know where you've been and whose lives you've taken. So, please--

Please, Newton, be a big boy now.

Please, be as brave and well-mannered as you were

when you stuck that barrel of that non-existent shotgun

into Wendy's head and blew the top of head off.

Just admit to it. Maybe she'll forgive you.

I told him.

I said, "You can't be that cruel to people.

Their spirits will come after you.

Their spirits won't let you sleep no more.

The dead don't always die.

They'll want their time on Earth back.

They'll want answers." But he just laughed and laughed

and made me watch him kill all those people.

Who made you watch, Newton?

I can't say. I can't betray him.

Who, your evil twin?

I love him.

Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait a minute.

Are you already like, moving towards some of like, psycho defense?

Is that what you're doing? Let me save you the time, okay?

Because I will vouch in court that you're crazier than a crap-house rat!

Does that make you happy? Are you happy about that, sir?

He said humans are insects, only after the Apocalypse

we won't last as long as they will.

He said, "To kill a person, was like swatting a fly! No big deal!"

- No. - You killed Wendy Simpkins.

- No! - Say it.

- No. I can't! - Say it! Come on!

- Tell it to me. Why not? - I can't.

- Why not? - It would be a lie.

Forge about it. He don't have to say it.

You know, we got him on camera, we got his prints.

And after the jury sees the autopsy photos, well, he's toast.

Let's get out of here and give those other cops a whack at him.

I got one more question to ask you, okay?

Were you thinking about killing that woman at the gas station?

No. No, really, I--

I'm not a killer. I told you that.

Then why did you get into her car?

You wanted us to catch you?

As they say in nursing homes all across the country, "Bingo."

Why?

I had to get away from him.

Broken record.

You two ever wonder why both doors of the truck were open?

Did you find the bedding on the jump seat?

That's where I slept when he drove.

You just remember I didn't betray him. Don't you tell him I did!

I didn't say his name.

It's just he's gone too far!

What the hell do you mean by that?

What the hell's that supposed to mean?

It means your work is far from over.

Well?

He confessed to picking up Simpkins, but not to killing her.

Did you get enough for the US Attorney?

Oh, yeah, yeah, more than enough.

But, this guy's gonna plead psycho.

Well, at least you got him.

I wish they could all be this easy.

This was easy?

Roadblocks, manhunts and seven new holes

being dug up from here to Florida?

You know what I mean.

Thanks, Tim.

All right.

Frank, what do you think Dell meant

when he said our work is far from over?

I got nothing on it.

You know, maybe he's a legit psycho

and believes his alter ego's still running around

somewhere out there, you know.

He's locked up, which means I can go home.

You'll sleep better now knowing that?

Yes.

Goodnight, Tim.

Yeah.

Hi, Megan.

Hey. Good work today, Al.

Yeah.

Hey, it wasn't just another day at the office, you know.

I know. I know.

I had another...

in a long line of fallouts with Charisse this afternoon.

It seems I have a knack

for pissing off the ones I love the most.

I mean, I tried to reach her at home,

but she's on her way back to Richmond.

You know, I had a-- I had a knockdown,

drag out with my parents the summer

before I went to Navy.

And I swore I was gonna make them apologize.

But...

I picked up the phone first.

When she walked out of that door...

I realized that, at the end of the day,

she and her brother and her sister...

are all that I have.

Megan,

my family is my life savings.

And each day that goes by I have so little time...

to spend it.

You know what I mean?

I know exactly what you mean.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Okay, Al.

- Hey, take it easy, Al, okay? - All right.

Bayliss, Homicide.

You got the wrong guy.

- Excuse me? - You got the wrong guy.

Munch, is that you?

Newton Dell didn't kill a soul.

Oh, I see.

I suppose you're the real killer, huh?

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

You, uh, hear about the arrest on the news?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

Well, you know, this happens.

A high-profile killer gets arrested,

sad-sacks like yourself need some spotlight too.

Well, not tonight, amigo.

You got the wrong guy.

- Oh, come on. Look buddy-- - You know how you love

your parents cause you have to?

Then one day you look over in the crib

and you see the one person who you can love

because you want to,

the one who is always on your side.

Well, that's Newton.

And I can't have him suffering for me.

I'm the one you want.

No, no, no. We got our guy.

No, you don't!

And I can prove it.

I'll be waiting for you.

Hey? Hey, you still there?

Hands in the air!

Give me the hands!

Now!

Howdy.