All language subtitles for Homicide - Life On The Street - 5.05 - M.E._ Myself And I - (507 - November 1_ 1996) - DVD

♪ Way down South
where I make my stop

♪ They do a dance down there
called the Georgia Slop

♪ They all hang out at Peg Leg Lee's

♪ And they don't give a hoot
about no police... ♪

Clocked you going at 85, ma'am.

Ma'am?

Now, do I really look like
a "ma'am" to you?

No, ma'am.
Licence and registration, please.

The address isn't right. I moved to town
a week ago. Note the date of birth.

Registration please.

I came here for a job. I'll be working
very closely with the Police Department.

Let me guess. Highway Safety?

No. I'm the new
Chief Medical Examiner.

Ah. Let me be the first
to welcome you to Baltimore.

Well, now I know why they call
this place Charm City.

You think I'm charming, wait till you
meet the guys in Homicide. Ma'am.

♪ Move like a chicken
when he's scratching in the sand... ♪

- Nice little pop stand you got here.
- You can get set up in "The Box".

I have access to your entire staff
if necessary?

If necessary.

You see that guy? He's FBI.

Oh, that's the grand inquisitor
that they got on your case.

The man looks intense.

The FBI hasn't been the same
since Hoover died.

They haven't found
the right man to fill his bra.

He'll be talking to you, trying to come up
with stuff for the bribery investigation.

Don't worry about it. Munch and I
got your back, don't we, Munchkin?

I've never been interrogated
by the Feds.

I'm liable to tell 'em that Kellerman
kidnapped the Lindbergh baby.

- Thanks. Thanks a lot.
- Yeah, have a good life.

What,
you have a lovers' spat?

I should've listened to you, cos I
shouldn't have let him stay at my place.

Now I see why he got evicted.

- Did he foul up the bathroom?
- No, it's worse.

This morning, he tried to get
intellectually stimulating.

Ever talk about Nietzsche
over a Pop-tart?

- Kay?
- Yes, sir.

There is FBI agent, Thomas Pandolfi,
in the Box.

He's going to be interviewing people
about Kellerman.

Right here in the Squad Room?
Why not IAD?

I didn't want them to disrupt us,
so they can do their interviews here.

Lieutenant. Did he say anything
that you could share with me?

- No.
- He didn't or you can't share it?

Mike, I don't like these FBI people
snooping around either.

So just ignore him,
do your job and relax.

Right.

Bayliss, Homicide.

You wanna settle up
your bar tab now, Mikey,

just in case you have
to leave town suddenly?

I'm goin' to Middlebranch
Park. Anyone coming?

Sometimes there's a guy
that sells hot pretzels.

- I'll drive, you buy.
- OK.

- You want me to stick around?
- No, that's fine.

I've got Munch for moral support.

- You have a very impressive record.
- Well, thank you.

My lieutenant told me
to be courteous,

but I think this interview's
about Kellerman?

It is. Mostly.

Detective Kellerman is suspected
by the US Attorney

of taking bribes
when he was on the Arson Unit.

I just have a few questions
about his work habits.

I'd like you to answer them
as honestly as you can.

Tell me, do you two socialise?

We might've had a drink
at The Waterfront, a bar we all go to.

- Have you ever dated?
- Er... I'm his co-worker, his supervisor.

You dated er... Assistant State's
Attorney Edward Danvers, right?

If you know I went out with Ed Danvers,

you probably also know
I never dated Kellerman.

How is Detective Kellerman's
closure rate?

It's er... pretty good.

I don't have the numbers with me,
but I can get them.

- What about his work habits?
- He comes into work on time.

He doesn't put in OT unless he needs to.
Er... what do you wanna know?

- Do his socks match?
- Do they?

Look, you're just doin' your job,
I understand, but...

You see me as the enemy.
I'm just trying to get at the truth.

- Isn't that always your goal, Sergeant?
- Yes.

Do you have any reason to believe

Detective Kellerman might've thrown
a murder case for a payoff?

No, I do not.

You see how easy that was?

- What, I can go?
- Anytime you like.

Fine. If you need me,
I'll be out there, working.

- Sergeant Howard?
- Hmm?

I love your hair.

- Hey, Sergeant. How'd that go?
- Oh, fine... I think.

Hey, Frank. You takin' a break?

- I'm searching futilely.
- "Baltimore Magazine", my favourite.

I can already tell you where
the best calamari is. It's at Victor's.

L-I'm... I got an a-anniversary
coming up tomorrow...

and, you know, Mary, she's been
terrific through this whole thing.

L-I need to find someplace
special for her, you know... er...

All a woman ever really wants
is romance.

You could take her out to a fancy hash
house, buy her gems that sparkle,

but the moment she's really
waiting for is back home,

flickering candlelight, satin sheets.

- Trust me.
- Trust me, he says.

- You don't trust me?
- You've been married three times.

Exactly.

The point being, all told,
I've had... seven anniversaries.

Well, eight if you count the time
I slept with Gwen after we divorced.

Guys think they've got the sexual
appetites, but let me tell you,

the older a woman gets,
the more ravenous she becomes.

Want to make your wife happy
tomorrow? Stay in bed.

- What you got for us?
- Looks like a working woman.

- Expired licence reads Steffi Hammett.
- A professional, huh?

Yeah, she worked on her back,
died on her stomach.

A Joe who sells hot pretzels found her.

Pretzels? I need to talk to him.

Her underwear are gone.
We're searching for 'em now.

- Where's the ME?
- Supposedly on their way.

Hey, you wanna canvas the area and
see if anyone saw anything? Thanks.

Bayliss, I'll be damned if I'm gonna
stand around here waitin' for an ME.

- I suggest we start on her.
- Yeah.

Oh...
There you go.

What, there are no street signs
in this city?

- Juliana Cox from the ME's Office.
- Hi. I'm Lewis, this is Bayliss.

- That's young Jimmy Olsen.
- Brodie.

Somethin' happen to Scheiner or Dyer?

No. I'm the new
Chief Medical Examiner.

Chief? Since when
do you make house calls?

Dead body, ME,
that's kinda how it works, right?

The old Chief never showed up

unless the person was famous
or important... maybe.

Yeah, well, new Chief, new rules.
Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Why is her face damp?

Lewis just rolled her over.

Just rolled her over?
As in moved her?

I didn't exactly drain her blood.

Word of warning, Detective.

Ever touch anything dead
before an ME is on the scene,

I'll drain your blood,
is that understood?

Well...

Word of warning, Bayliss.
I'm gonna talk to the pretzel man.

All right. Go.

There are abrasions
on her neck...

...contusions on her arms and legs.

No obvious sign of trauma,
but it looks like a strangulation.

OK.

Hey!

We found him sleepin' in the woods
over there.

When we woke him, he took off.

These were in his pocket.

Missing underwear.

What's your name?

Bob. B-B-Bob Thompson.

Er... l-I see you found Steffi.

S-S-She was a real nice girl.

- Do you know this woman?
- Whoa-whoa!

Listen, you take care of the dead,
we'll talk to the suspects, OK?

- Yeah, fair enough.
- OK.

How do you know her first name?

She... she told me
just before I killed her.

- You killed her?
- Yeah.

I... I strangled her to death.

- What have you got?
- Dead prostitute, Middlebranch Park.

- Er... l-I killed her.
- What do you want from me, applause?

Excuse me, gentlemen?
I'd like Detective Lewis next.

Where am I supposed
to interview my suspect?

- Down the hall in 2-11.
- That's the... boiler room?

Yeah. Take him down there.

Boiler room.

Kellerman,
where d'you think you're going?

- Me? I'm... I'm just thinking.
- The Observation Room is off limits.

Yeah, I know. L-I wouldn't go anywhere
near the Observation Room.

Good.

Spend time with Kellerman?
Some.

- Been invited to this new boat of his?
- Yeah.

Ah, Ocean Sports Fisherman,
mint condition.

That's an expensive piece of property.

Any idea how he makes the payments
on a policeman's salary?

I guess he took out a mortgage like
99% of the other mooks in the country.

Most mooks don't buy a mansion.

It's not a yacht we're talkin' here.
It's a fishin' boat. He lives on board.

He takes people rockfishing
and around the Inner Harbour.

Pretty free with his money?
Buy lots of clothes?

I wouldn't exactly call
Kellerman a fashion victim.

- Big drinker?
- Beer now and again, a Jim Beam shot.

- What about drugs? He do any?
- No.

- Not around you, anyway.
- Agent Pandolfi...

I work a lot of drug murders
in my line of work,

talk to a lot of dope fiends.

I could spot a dope sweat from
half a block away. Mikey's clean.

- You consider yourself his friend?
- We're partners.

- You know how that works.
- That isn't what I asked you.

- Yeah, we're friends.
- So maybe you'd protect him.

Now, let's cut the crap, all right?

Cos if that was even remotely true,
why in hell would I be in here with you?

Last February, you and Detective
Kellerman were responsible

for transporting a murderer,
a Miss... er... Rose Halligan.

- Oh, God!
- Yeah.

From Hazleton, Pennsylvania
to Baltimore.

While in your custody, she escaped
and killed somebody else.

You were reprimanded by Giardello,
but allowed to remain in Homicide.

What's that got to do with this?
He was aware of the circumstances.

As I would be if I had all the facts!

I'm not asking you to interpret
Kellerman's actions,

but to answer honestly.

So you can decide
his guilt or innocence?

So a jury can decide!
What are you afraid of?

- Not you.
- Glad to hear that.

So if Kellerman is without sin,
you'd be able to tell me anything?

- Nobody's without sin.
- Agreed.

I'm just trying to determine whether
Kellerman's are mortal or just venial.

All right.
What do you want to know?

- Hey, Scheiner.
- Bayliss.

- I'm lookin' for Cox. You seen her?
- She'll be back.

So what's your take on her?

Cox? She's a pain in the ass,
but she's easy on the eyes.

- Hmm. I'm sure she'd be flattered.
- I'm sure she wouldn't.

- Wouldn't what?
- Oh, I'm going to lunch.

He's a real charmer.

There's one in every morgue.
What can I do for you?

This Thompson,
I couldn't get him to shut up.

Gives me all the grisly details
of Steffi Hammett's murder,

then he confessed to the murder
of yet another prostitute.

He says he dumped her in Middlebranch
about two months ago.

Busy fellow.
What seems to be the problem?

This other prostitute isn't on
"The Board". No record of her body.

No open case. I can't figure out
who he means.

- Two months ago, huh?
- Well, I don't know. He could be lying.

And so you want me to?

To dig through your records,
see if you can find another woman?

- Oh, you actually want my help?
- Yeah.

Because earlier I got the impression
you didn't want my help.

Oh, no, no. You got the wrong
impression, Doctor.

I think that you'll find that
we of the Homicide Unit

constantly look to the wonderful staff
of the Medical Examiner's Office

for their... er... knowledge
and expertise.

- Hmm. I'll call you if I find anything.
- We do.

- Frank?
- Dr MacDonald.

Er... is everything all right?

Er... l-l-I called your office.
They said y-y-you were still at home.

Y-you got a minute?

I'm late, if you don't mind
walking me to the car.

No, no. Tomorrow's my... er...

...my wedding anniversary,
m-mine and Mary's, 10 years.

There's somethin'... somethin'
I wanna... er... do for her,

sort of er... s-s-sort of as a er...
as a surprise.

- Well, how can I help?
- Um, I want to er...

I wanna... I wanna s-stop, stop takin'
my blood pressure medication,

so... s-s-so that...
so we can have sex.

Impotence is a common side effect
of all blood pressure medication.

L-l-I know.

If-if-if-if I were to s-stop takin'
my-my medication...

You can't go on and off
the Losartan. I'm sorry.

Y-y-you know h-h-how how hard it is
f-f-for me to talk about this,

t-t-to come down here?

Huh? T-t-to be told that y-you can't
make love to the... to the... to the woman

that you... that you love m-maybe
for the r-rest of your?

You have... you have any-any-any idea,
how this... how this makes me feel?

It takes 24 hours for the Losartan
to leave the blood stream.

If, by chance, you happen to forget
your medication tonight,

well, maybe you and your wife
can celebrate tomorrow.

But if you want to see
your eleventh anniversary,

I'd hop on that pill the next morning.

Th-th-thank you...
thank you very much.

I appreciate that.

- Hey. What happened with Pandolfi?
- Ah, piece of cake.

He got nothin'. Whatever he tried
to make somethin' out of, I shot down.

- Like what?
- Oh, like the VCR you sold Munch.

Wait... you told him about the VCR?

He brought it up, I explained.

What did you explain?

Mikey, if the worst thing they got on you
is you takin' home that damn VCR,

you ain't got no worries.
He didn't even care.

What makes you think
he doesn't care?

He told me so.

- And you believed him?
- Yeah.

He just played you for a sucker,
cos you fell for tricks

that the most brain-dead
smokehound wouldn't go for.

You were supposed to be
watching my back. Some partner!

You're nervous, Mikey,
so I'm gonna let that pass.

Hey! Dr Cox, what are you doin' here?

- Lookin' for you.
- Why didn't you call before you came?

I need to call you
before I drop by Homicide?

Hey.
Hey.

Last time we had a Chief ME
visit around here was...

We never had a Chief ME
visit around here.

- You got something for me, Doc?
- Yeah, I do, as a matter of fact.

Another prostitute was brought in,
two months ago.

Amy Introcaso.
Exactly the same circumstances.

The case was handled
by a Detective Willard Higby.

Higby.

He got the ME to pend cause of death
till the toxicology report came back.

A month later it did and showed signs
of cocaine and heroin in the body.

- She OD'd?
- No, levels weren't that high.

A-ha, but the ME signed off on it
as an OD?

That's what the file says.
This is very good coffee.

- I have got to talk to Higby.
- I wouldn't mind a word with him myself.

Well, his shift starts in five minutes.
You want to stick around?

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Got big plans tonight?
- Nah, no. Barbara's cookin'.

- Sounds good.
- Not really.

I don't know if I ever
mentioned this before,

but in 1992 I won 4th prize at
the Maryland State Fair chilli cook-off.

- 4th prize, huh?
- Mm-hm.

You're a man of many talents, Brodie.

Want me to come over tonight
and cook?

No.

It's beer chilli
with white meat chicken,

three kinds of beans,
chunks of tomatoes.

Well, come on. Before Barbara
reheats her tofu meatloaf.

Tofu? Tofu?

Hey, Higby.
Just the guy we're lookin' for.

- We, meaning you and?
- Juliana Cox.

The new body snatcher.
What you doin' in Homicide?

Did you hear about the prostitute
that we found in Middlebranch Park?

No, Tom Brokaw didn't mention it.

It seems that this guy
killed another hooker

about two months ago,
whose name was Amy Introcaso.

He dumped her in the park, too.

You had the case,
but you called it an overdose.

And?

And I got the toxicology report, and
the levels were too low for an overdose.

What do you want from me?

How'd you get an M E
to sign off on this?

- You knew it was a homicide.
- Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't.

I had six open cases at the time,

people whose families cared
that they were dead.

Nobody showed up to identify her.

And who cares anyway?
She was only a hooker.

So I guess you would've done
the same for me, right?

Cos I used to be a hooker.

Wait. Hey, Doc?
You were... you were a hooker?

No, Bayliss. Here.

No, I could not stand that hypocritical
worm taking a high moral tone.

Where I come from, every single death
matters, regardless of job description.

And where are you from, Doctor?

Good night, Detective.

Good night.

Munch.

You're three sheets to the wind.

Actually, I'm only two and a half sheets
to the wind, so just pour it in there.

All right. I'm only doing this cos
you walk home, you pathetic mess.

Ah, you're a saint.

- Hey, Mike. It's your Pops.
- Well, tell him I'm not here.

- I already told him you were here.
- Fine. Tell him I left!

Mr Kellerman, Mike's left for the airport.

- You haven't told your family?
- No.

Well, you should really talk
to your family,

because they come in handy...

Look, I'm just hopin' this whole thing's
gonna blow over before they find out.

So, she says to me, if you feel...

Oh, jeez! Well, well, well,
look who we got here.

Munch, you know Bob Connelly?

Bob and me used to work
together at Arson,

and now we're being
investigated for bribery.

- What's goin' on?
- I don't want any trouble.

Oh, there's no trouble. Come on.

Munch, pour this man a beer,
and put it on my tab.

Listen to me, you and me, Goodman
and Pires, we gotta stick together.

- Like we did in Arson together, right?
- Right, right, right.

The FBI, have they been sniffin' around,
pryin' into your personal life?

- Yeah.
- Oh...

It's fun, isn't it? Here, have a beer.

All right, come on!

All right, that's it! Break it up!

Come on! Come on!
You want more?

Hey! Hey, Bobby!
You want nuts with that, huh?

- You want nuts?
- Mike, come on!

Back off, OK?

- Everything OK?
- Does it smell like meat burning?

- No.
- Then I guess everything's OK.

- Hey, hey!
- All right, baby...

Get outta here.
It'll be ready soon.

Little man's got it goin' on
in the kitchen.

Me and you can get goin' on
right here.

Oh?

Game's on the line.

Hoop's good.

- Well, here's to us then.
- Yeah.

You don't mind havin'
Brodie stay over?

- Not at all.
- Ah, you're the best, babe.

Give me some sugar.

Oh, come on, baby.
Let tonight be our night, huh?

Come here. Mmm...

Ahem!

Mr and Mrs Lewis, your dinner
is served. Come and get it.

Better be good, Brodie.
Better be good, better be good.

- Mom?
- Hi, Juliana.

Hey. How is he?

You know.

The doctor come by?
What'd he say?

Same thing he's been saying
since it started,

"Josiah belongs in the hospital."

I said to the doctor,
"Get him in a hospital?

"I can't even get him
to lie down in bed."

- Dinner?
- No, thanks. Maybe a bit later, OK?

- Sweetheart.
- Hi.

Hiya, Pop.

You should be in bed.

No, no, no.

You are not gonna get any better
behaving like this, you know?

I'm not going to die.

I will not.

Lord, thank you for the blessings
you bestow upon us daily.

We'd like to thank you for the love
you bring into our hearts...

...and for this delicious meal
we're about to eat.

You're welcome.
Amen!

- Amen. Sorry.
- Amen is right. I'm starvin'.

- Mmm.
- Mmm.

Mmm, Brodie. Hey, this is good.

- Hmm. Do you like it?
- This really is excellent.

I haven't eaten this good in weeks.

- That's Teddy Pendergrass.
- Yeah, that's Teddy, all right.

- You like him?
- Who doesn't?

Barbara.

I like Teddy Pendergrass.
I don't like the painting.

All right, Brodie.
You're an artist, you're the filmmaker.

- What's your unbiased opinion?
- Well...

No offence, JH.
His opinion isn't important.

This is my home.
The painting's ugly.

You didn't say it was ugly when it was
in my home, hangin' over my bed.

Cos that was your bachelor's pad.
Nothing looked good together, so it fit.

In here, it's dated
and completely out of place.

You know, sometimes retro
just means bad taste, you know?

My Jimmie "Dy-no-mite" Walker poster,

my collection of blaxploitation films,
my set of original Playboy coasters...

...all out in the trash.

Teddy Pendergrass is the reason
why I lost my virginity.

This is the last link
I have with my past.

But velvet has an incredible depth to it
that you can't get with canvas.

Yeah.

If you and me have a future,
the painting goes.

So it's that simple, huh? Huh?
Either the painting goes or you go?

Do you really need time
to make that decision, Meldrick?

Hey...

I hope you and Teddy
are very happy together.

Thanks a lot, Brodie.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, Doctor Rivlin.

- Whoa, look at that suit.
- It's Italian. My one weakness.

Hey. Could you help
clear something up for me?

- Why'd you sign off on this case?
- Introcaso...

I don't remember it.

Really? It's about two months ago,
a prostitute found in Middlebranch Park.

Her toxicology numbers were low, but
you marked it down as an overdose?

Once in a while, someone needs
a favour. If I can, I'm happy to oblige.

Now, Higby is a good man.
We all play for the same team, right?

I don't know, do we?

I'm taking the stairs.

Are you going to make
a big to-do out of this?

I don't know. Am I?

Look, I make a nice piece of change
as a court-acknowledged expert.

I testified for the defence
in the McCallan murders in New York.

And for the prosecution in last year's
tourist killings in Miami.

You overturn my ruling,
I lose credibility.

- My career would be in trouble.
- That's so funny you should say that.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Because your career is in trouble.
A matter of fact, it's over.

You're fired, Rivlin.

- Hey, Ed. How you doin'?
- Hi, Kay, Tim. Fine, thanks. You?

I can't complain. It's early yet.

- Hey, how are the wedding plans goin'?
- Oh, pretty good, I guess.

Meryl suggests two options, I pick one,
and she goes with the other.

The coming joys of marriage.

Whatever happened to the honeymoon?

- Ah, jeez.
- What?

There's Glenn Nellis
from the Public Defender's Office.

He and Meryl had a thing goin'
before we got engaged.

- Hi, Ed.
- Glenn.

You know Sergeant Howard
and Detective Bayliss.

Yeah. Hey, Bayliss?

I'm defending Bob Thompson
on those two dead whores.

- I'm going to talk to him now.
- It's fairly open and shut.

Both women were strangled,
and Thompson signed a confession.

Well, that's gonna make this
all the more fun. Later on.

OK, Glenn.

God, I hate that guy.

Hello! Hello, hello!

- Hello, hello!
- Aren't we chipper this morning?

- Anniversaries bring out the best in you.
- Uh-huh.

- Figured out how you'll celebrate?
- Yup.

- Gonna tell me?
- Nope.

- But you do have plans?
- I got big plans.

- What's wrong with him?
- Ah, he's engulfed by demons.

Lieutenant, please, sit down.

You didn't get enough information
yesterday?

- I didn't get any information yesterday.
- Pity.

So what can you tell me about
Detective Kellerman's personal life?

Absolutely nothing.

- Nothing?
- Nothing you don't already know.

He's from Baltimore, he's divorced,
he lives on a boat.

Can you think of any reason Kellerman
has need of large sums of money?

- Yes, it's a very good reason.
- Which is?

I know how much he makes,
barely enough to make a living.

I'm sure he'd like to make more money,
but wouldn't we all?

Detective Kellerman
taken any exotic trips lately?

Ha-ha!

Exotic trips? Ha!

No. Not unless you count
the mall in Towson.

You're a funny man, Al.
May I call you Al?

No, you may not.

- Is Kellerman a good cop?
- Yes, if I'm any judge of character.

Well, I guess that's
the ultimate question. Are you?

You had a Detective Crosetti,

committed suicide,
and according to your own report,

you were unaware of his depression.

- What's your point?
- You're an intelligent man, figure it out.

You're saying
I don't know my own men!

Though I don't want to believe it,
Kellerman might be guilty.

- Isn't that what you're saying?
- Lieutenant...

Before I joined the Bureau, I worked in
Homicide Squad in Omaha, Nebraska.

Why is it that guys in Homicide,
more than any other unit,

have so many skeletons in their closet?

Lieutenant, how'd that go?

It went.

- Is that good or bad?
- Did you make the coffee yet?

What?

I'm just tryin' to picture you
in a Foreign Legion uniform.

- Did you hear something?
- About you? No.

Then what are you lookin' at.

Mikey, you're walkin' around here
lookin' like a guilty man.

- You don't look so innocent yourself.
- What do you mean?

How come you're in the same clothes
as yesterday?

- Ask Brodie.
- We need to talk.

- What's up?
- The Bob Thompson case.

Someone tipped off Nellis about
the overdose ruling on Introcaso.

He can walk in front of a jury and
imply Hammett was also an overdose.

Is there a toxicology screen on her yet?

Yeah. We'll have a verbal confirmation
in a few days.

- Get them to rush it.
- Well, why? Thompson confessed.

He just rescinded.

Nellis says Thompson's
homeless, confused,

needed proper medication,
the usual Bill of Rights shuffle.

If the screen's positive on Hammett,
then Thompson's back out on the street.

We found her panties in his pocket.
You need more evidence?

YOU need more evidence.
I need a clone.

If I were a Homicide detective,
I know what I'd be doin' now.

What's that, Frank?

I'd be heading over to Potter's Field
with a good shovel.

It's time for this er... Int-lntrocaso
to rise from the dead.

- That's just what I was gonna...
- We were on our way.

Nice day for a resurrection.

- You didn't have to come here yourself.
- I know.

I've got a thing for cemeteries.

- Really?
- Oh, sure. History, mortality.

The futility of what
we worry about all day.

It puts it all in perspective,
kind of cheers me up.

- Ah.
- I feel a chuckle comin' on myself.

Styrofoam.
Might as well've wrapped her in tin foil.

Lucky she didn't end up
at the State Anatomy Board,

which is where we usually
ship the unclaimed.

Damn, mmm. Man, oh man!

How are they gonna get her back
in there once they're done with her?

Be very careful, you guys.

Detective Kellerman,
can I see you for a moment?

- You want me to sit?
- Uh, no.

- Do you want to ask some questions?
- No.

- Then what?
- I need you to take a drug test.

A drug test?

Yeah, just go up to Medical.
They'll walk you through it.

I don't want to take a drug test.
It's humiliating.

You don't want to take a drug test
because it's humiliating?

My confidence in you grows
by the moment.

The more you poke around,
the worse I look.

If you probe every detail
of someone's life, anyone's life,

you're gonna come with stuff
that looks dirty.

It doesn't make any sense.
Even you, Pandolfi.

Me, more than others, Detective.
I've been in my share of bar fights.

But as a law enforcement officer,
you know as well as anyone,

certain procedures have to be followed.

Do yourself a favour
and go up to Medical.

- Kellerman?
- Yeah.

Second door on your right.
Let me know when you're finished.

Hi, Mom...

Yeah. Actually, are you and Dad
gonna be home tonight?

No, there's just something
I wanna talk the two of you about.

Olivia's asleep.
Babysitter's gone.

- That was a fabulous restaurant.
- Mm-hm.

- Happy anniversary.
- Thank you.

You nervous?

I don't... I don't know... I don't know
w-what I am.

Frank, this doesn't matter.

It-it-it matter... it matters to me.
It matters to me!

You know, I didn't mean that.
It matters to me, too. I know.

Mmm.

You unzip me?

Yeah.

- Bayliss, the ME's Lab sent this.
- Oh, yeah.

I'm surprised Cox didn't
come down here herself.

Autopsy report of the first prostitute,
Amy Introcaso.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

OK, Cox found a small fracture
to the hyoid bone.

There was a haemorrhage
to the tissue surrounding the back.

- Ah, occurred prior to death.
- Which means she was strangled.

Which means Thompson
is a double murderer.

Higby! Your ass is mine.

Oh, screw you, Bayliss.

Hey? Workin' late?

No, I'm just waiting
for the funeral home to pick up.

Oh. You don't have lackeys
to do that for you?

What do you need, Detective?

What, can't show up down
at the Morgue without an invitation?

I wanted to thank you for your help on
the Introcaso and Hammett murders.

- Just doin' my job.
- Yeah.

Not a lot of MEs would've
gone the extra mile.

- They will from now on.
- Good.

You know, I want to ask you a question.

- Sure.
- Yeah.

Why does someone become an ME?

You mean, like was I called by God
or something?

You know, it's bad enough,
the job that I do, but you're down here,

cuttin' up body parts,
smellin' formaldehyde.

You know, how do you deal with that
day in, day out?

Er... sometimes I drive too fast.

Sometimes I drink too much.

Sometimes I fall madly in love
with the wrong men.

That sounds healthy.

- My dad always said live life to the full.
- So what brings you to Baltimore?

How do you know
I wasn't here all along?

- Ah, because I checked you out.
- Oh.

Yeah. I like to know the people
that I'm workin' with.

- I guess you didn't check well enough.
- Oh?

I was raised here, but I've been working
up in Buffalo for the past few years.

Oh.

Yeah, I came back
because... my dad took sick,

and I wanted to be with him,
help my mom out.

- Is your dad alive?
- No.

- How'd he die?
- I... er...

Does it matter?

No, I guess not.

Gone is gone,

whether it's cancer or,
I don't know, a falling safe.

That's the truth.

We're here to pick up a body?

Cox?

Uh-huh.

Are you with the family?

I'm his daughter.

Sign here.

It's this one.

Er... could you wait a second, please?

Oh... OK, OK.

We'll be ready with the viewing
the first thing tomorrow.

OK.

Juliana...

I'm really sorry.

Yeah, it's been quite a day,
hasn't it?

You know,
if there's anything I can do...

Yeah. No, I'm OK, Bayliss.
I'm OK.

Yeah, formaldehyde...
You never do get used to it.

♪ No disappointment

♪ In heaven

♪ No weariness

♪ Sorrow or pain

♪ No hearts

♪ That are bleeding or broken

♪ What a joy that will be

♪ When my Saviour I see

♪ In that beautiful...

♪... city... of gold ♪