All language subtitles for Homicide life on the street season 1 episode 1 to 9S03E01 - Nearer My God To Thee

'This is better than my dream
and my dream was pretty good.

'I couldn't stand being away from you.

'I hope you won't regret it
cos it's hotter than Hades in here.

'The hotter the better.'

Oh, jeez.

That's disgusting.

Yeah, I'll have a fresh pot ready
in a jiffy, big man.

No, no, that's disgusting.

It's gratuitous.
Gratuitous sex is disgusting.

There's no such thing
as gratuitous sex.

Gratuitous violence, yes,
all violence is gratuitous,

but sex cannot and will not
ever be gratuitous.

- They make 'em do that.
- Who makes who do what?

The network make the writers
and producers add sex.

I thought the networks were making
the producers take the sex out.

The producers and the writers
put all that sex in there,

- then the network cuts it out.
- No, that's nudity.

The network takes out the nudity
but they add sex.

How can you have sex without nudity?

Well, big man, use your imagination.

OK, I know that you can have sex
without nudity, I know that,

but if you had a choice,
wouldn't you rather be naked?

See that, I mean, look at that,
is that real? Come on.

It's TV, it's not supposed to be real.

'Besides, from what I've seen
you're already back to your old self.'

Hey, hey,
can you switch that channel off?

All they got on the air is sitcoms
and news magazines.

Now, yes, but soon, very soon,
there's gonna be 500 channels.

Besides the sports channel
and the weather channel,

there'll be the ballet channel,
the dog food channel.

There won't be any books
or newspapers, no telephones.

We'll only be able to communicate
with email and QVC,

We'll all be interactive.

All you need to see and hear,

you'll see and hear without having
to rise from your Sealy posturepaedic.

I'm talking about high definition,
I'm talking about virtual reality,

I'm talking about living in the fast lane

of the electronic information
superhighway.

Better get ready, cos it's coming.

I gotta make a call.

I wish they'd bring back Hawaii Five-0.

Does this look like misty pearl
to you?

Wasn't Misty Pearl on ER -
wore a hat with tags in it?

No, this shade of pink.

I finally get the department
to paint my office -

they let me choose the shade.

Does this look like the sample?

31 years on the force, I get Arabian
nights instead of misty pearl.

- Am I right?
- You're right, Colonel.

That is not this,
but my eyes could be playing tricks.

- I haven't slept in 24 hours.
- Sorry to get you outta bed.

I didn't make it to bed.
I was almost in bed.

I could see my bed when you called.

Remember the Civic Awards
Luncheon last Thursday?

Sure. The mayor handed out awards
and medals and smiled for the camera.

The city's highest honour, Samaritan
of the Year, went to Katherine Goodrich,

who founded the women's
emergency services shelter.

You referred to her in past tense.

Her body was discovered in a dumpster
behind St Stanislavs around midnight.

- She was naked.
- Sex crime?

We don't know yet. All she had on
was a pair of white cotton gloves.

- White cotton gloves?
- Samaritan of the Year award

symbolises everything that's good
about this city and its people.

This woman's murder symbolises
everything that's wrong.

Frigging 60 Minutes
did a piece on her last year -

basically said she walked on water.
Al, we're in a position.

The only advantage we have is
the press knows nothing.

For the moment.

The other shift commander
is wet behind the ears.

Lieutenant Russert
is anything but that.

- This will be volatile.
- Politically volatile.

- We're concerned. The lieutenant is...
- A woman.

Inexperienced!
She's only been commander a week.

Have you told her
I'll be checking on her work?

We thought it'd be better
coming from a colleague.

An equal!

Find out if Katherine Goodrich
wore white gloves every day.

- What makes you think she didn't?
- I'm not saying that,

but most 30-year-old women
never wear cotton gloves.

Was she going to or coming from
somewhere special?

The big question is why'd the murderer
strip her but leave the gloves on?

Hi, Al. What you doing back here?

Me? I, er... forgot something.

- What?
- Um... a thing.

A thing? What kind of a thing?

It's my favourite thing.,
I left it right here on my desk.

- Where?
- Jeez!

- It was there when I left.
- Nice try, Al.

The bosses don't think I can handle
a red ball. They sent you to help me.

They think you'll screw it up.
You won't, good night.

Al, wait,
I'm not proud, I could use some help.

Tambelli's on his honeymoon, Almera's
out with the flu, Walker's in rehab.

I'm short-handed and three hours
into this murder, I have nothing.

Nothing isn't good.

She didn't have identification.
We lost two hours ID'ing the body.

So where are we?

Sweeping the area
for anyone who might be out -

janitors, street cleaners,
bums asleep in doorways.

- How did we get the report?
- Anonymous call.

On the tape there's some sort of
electronic scratch -

it could be the murderer
disguising his voice.

The phone company is running down
all calls made from public phones

at the time the call came in
and I'm waiting for the ME's report,

if I can get an ME
to come in at this hour.

I'll round up my guys.
I'll need a phone.

Al.

Come on...

what's mine is yours.

Where the hell did you go?

Lying in bed channel surfing myself
into a deep sleep

and your wife calls looking for you.

- Beth called you tonight?
- Yeah.

She said you told her
we were working a case.

What did you tell her?

I told her you were washing up
after some great sex.

You told her that?

I covered for you.
What else would I do?

Newt time you use me as an alibi,
tell me first.

Even the stupidest sleazeball suspect
knows that.

She threw me out of the house.

Beth?

- When?
- Last week.

Last week! You're only just telling me
now, your partner?

I shoulda guessed -
you're on three packs again.

Two years of marriage counselling, three
therapists and she still tossed me out.

Oh, yeah, she, little Beth Felton,
all 105lbs of her

tossed you, Beau Felton,
master of his domain

and avid Refrigerator Perry fan
out of his own house?

I couldn't fight in front of the kids
any more.

Little kids shouldn't have to
listen to that - the anger.

Now she won't let me in the house
to visit them and that's killing me.

Where are you staying -
one of your brothers?

- With a friend.
- Male or female?

Dad always said don't jump ship
without a lifeboat.

That's what I love about men! You turn
around, mope and whimper and beg,

and a few minutes later,
you're snorkelling with a stranger.

Waking in the middle of the night,
my body clock is a mess.

Yeah, it's a sad thing
when a man's life is shattered,

by the ringing of the telephone
and the voice of his lieutenant.

Now we gotta deal with those bozos
on the other shift.

Yeah, never seen a sorrier bunch.

Eh... what have you heard about this
Russert woman that's running things?

I dunno.
I heard she's pretty good.

I hate coming in with the other shift.

It's like one thing to know that
they're sitting at your desk

and they got your stuff out
all over the place.

Gaffney couldn't follow a lead

if it wrapped itself round his ankles
and dragged him to his knees.

- Sad but true.
- Yeah.

Have you ever had a conversation
with Stopolopolis?

Yep. Still life of an ice cube
with a tongue.

Us and our shadows.

Yeah.

And one more dead soul who, like us,
should've been home in bed tonight.

- She'll go down.
- She won't go down.

- This is no time for you to blink...
- Ssh.

- Guys.
- Hey, Timmy.

Hey, Meldrick, where's Crosetti?
The guy owes me ten bucks.

Left this morning, Atlantic City,
dream vacation - shots, slots, sluts.

- What were you guys talking about.
- Who?

You two. What were you talking about?

- When?
- Just now.

- Us?
- Yeah.

- Nothing.
- I saw you.

You were having a conversation
then I walked in and you shut up.

Now, if I was more paranoid, less
secure about myself as a human being,

- I'd think you were talking about me.
- Well, we weren't.

Good. What were you talking about?

Lewis and I are negotiating
to buy a bar.

- The Waterfront, across the street.
- The owner won't come down in price.

She wants 205 but we can't afford 205,
we'll pay 180.

- Says who?
- Says me.

Can't afford 205 or
we'd have to take on another partner.

We don't want another partner.

So that's what we were talking about.

Jeez.

You guys think I'm a jerk, don't you?
Hmm?

You think that I'm this naive rookie.

Listen, if you wanna talk about me
behind my back,

that's fine, you go right ahead,
but when I ask you to cop to it,

please don't give me some lame story,
all right?

Buying a bar? Yeah, right!

Don't insult my intelligence, OK.
Just do me that favour, all right?

- Gaffney, could you do me a favour?
- What?

Is it possible for you to remember to
drop the chair down when you leave?

Why?

First thing I do every day when I come in
is slam my knees against the drawers.

- Sure, I'll try to remember that.
- OK, thank you.

In fact, I'm gonna bring you
some armoire oil

and polish this up nice and pretty.

Maybe even some fresh cut flowers
in the pencil holder, huh?

OK, everybody, here's the deal.

Katherine Goodrich, 30-years-old,
5 foot 7, 130lbs, white female.

Cause of death, blunt force trauma to
the head but she was also strangled.

Overkill.
Sexual assault?

- Suspected but not confirmed.
- What about the crime scene?

Due to the absence of other physical
evidence, Roger, who is the primary,

thinks the victim was murdered
elsewhere and put in the dumpster.

She was found naked
except for cotton gloves, white.

What gloves
does Michael Jackson wear?

- Silver and he only wears one.
- Maybe Tito tried to frame his brother.

That family is capable of anything.

You guys are here to assist
Lieutenant Russert's shift

any way you can, Munch.

- We need someone to DMV her.
- Munch and I can do that.

- What about her apartment?
- It's being dusted.

Frank, could you and your partner...
Where's your partner?

- I'm sorry, what's your name?
- Tim Bayliss.

Tim, could you go down to
the women's shelter Goodrich ran,

talk to co-workers,
some of the women she helped?

Sure.

All right,
please, everyone keep in mind

that Goodrich was, last Thursday,

deified by the mayor
and the city council,

which means when the media gets
hold of this, they will eat this up.

We don't need that.
We need to close this case.

So, do not talk to the press,
talk to each other and often, OK?

She's banging
the commissioner's brother.

It's a fact. It's easy to get to the top
if you bang the commissioner's bro.

She's banging her way to the top,
as you so poetically put it?

Absolutely.

No offence, Howard, but how
did she get to be shift commander

unless she's porking
the commissioner's brother?

Maybe she's porking
the commissioner himself.

Could be.

Maybe she's shift commander
cos in narcotics

she got a citation for busting massage
parlours that were washing dope money.

- She went undercover.
- Under the covers.

She couldn't carry
Lieutenant Sintha's jockstrap.

Or fill it.

Sintha was no brain trust. He was
promoted because he was Italian

- when Italians ran the department.
- Sintha was a good cop.

Did he graduate third from the naval
academy like Russert, huh?

Did he work in intelligence
like Russert?

Sure as hell
doesn't smell as good as Russert.

Gaffney, why don't you call
Baltimore Gas and Electric,

see if and crews in the area
saw something?

Hey, Pembleton, go do your interviews,
I got that under control here.

Homicide.

- Kay, it's for you, line three.
- Thanks.

Detective Howard.

- It's your wife.
- So?

- Talk to her.
- She didn't call me.

Hey, Beth, how are you?

Oh, oh, jeez!

- Sister Magdalena?
- Yes.

I'm Detective Pembleton, this is Bayliss.
We're investigating Katherine's murder.

The shelter said you were here.

I'm waiting for Father Obrowski,
last rites.

You and Katherine
ran the shelter together?

Yes, six years.

Her body, I had to identify it.

I said "Yes, that's Katherine"
but it wasn't.

It wasn't, are you sure about that?

The light has gone. Her soul.

Her body's just an empty vessel.

You were taught by the Jesuits,
I'll bet.

Give me a boy until he's seven,
and I will give you the man.

How did Katherine get home from work?

The bus. Sometimes
we went to the bus stop together.

But not tonight?

You treat battered women. You rescue
them from their husbands, boyfriends?

We don't rescue them. They come to us.
We give them a safe house.

You hide them so these same husbands
and boyfriends cant find them?

That's right.

- Do these men look for their wives?
- Sometimes.

Recently?

Three days ago, a woman called
from an emergency room.

She'd been beaten and raped
by her boyfriend.

Katherine went over to the hospital.
The boyfriend was already there.

Katherine faced him down,
got the woman away.

- He... he threatened Katherine.
- What's his name?

Do you know his name?

Excuse me...

No, I don't.

Do you know her name,
the girlfriend's name?

Katherine was handling the case
so I don't know the woman's name.

But you can find out, can't you?

Detective,
the women who come to us for help

are promised confidentiality,
anonymity. I can't betray that trust.

- Even to solve your friend's murder?
- Not even for that.

Sister, did... Katherine have
a boyfriend?

She dated, but no one regular.

Did she date a lot?

Um... did she have...

...dates?

Are you trying to ask me
if Katherine was promiscuous?

Oh, ah...

...no. Yes.

In my opinion, Katherine could've used
a little more sex in her life.

No, detective,
she was not promiscuous.

Did she always wear white gloves?

White gloves?
Katherine never wore white gloves.

She would've thought it ridiculous.

Here's Father Obrowski, I'm sorry.

OK, we may need to talk to you again.

Do you believe in God, Frank?

Look at the evidence.

This murder is proof that evil exists.

If evil exists
then surely God must exist.

- Really?
- Mm-hm.

Oh, where the hell was Mr God when
Katherine Goodrich needed him?

Why doesn't he rescue her
or Adena Watson?

Death is supposed to be
an eternity in heaven -

something not to be feared,

something to be anticipated
and embraced.

Well, that's an answer.
Do you believe that?

No, I wear a bullet-proof vest, don't I?

No, sir, nobody's implying anything.

We need to know the last time you
talked to, saw or dated Miss Goodrich.

Goodrich's last address,
683 Battery Avenue.

Her last address was a dumpster.

- I'm out of correct tape.
- Higby, let me type the report.

You'd show me up
in front of my own shift?

You'd type faster with your elbows.

- I'm taking a class.
- What, a dance class?

Typing.
I'm taking a typing class, OK?

What's newt?

Goodrich arrived at the shelter
at 3:30pm.

- All right.
- That's 3, dot, dot...

This is Detective Beau Felton,
Baltimore city police.

Yes, ma'am, I realise it's late,
I'm sorry about that.

The reason I'm calling is You were
colleagues with Katherine Goodrich

at the Sasha Bruce house in DC?

Ma'am, I'm sorry to have to be
the one tell you this,

but Katherine's been murdered.

This Goodrich may have been a saint
but she had terrible parking habits.

She even got the boot last month. She
had to pay 300 bucks in back fines.

Jesus let a whore wash his feet.

- Yeah, so?
- So, it didn't make him a bad guy.

Depends on whether or not
the whore charged him for it.

You think that some disgruntled guy
in parking enforcement

got fed up with the lawless attitude
of the general public,

so he made an example of her?

Possibly. That is a workable theory.

Have you been smoking the dope
in the evidence room again?

Stan, have I told you
Meldrick and I are buying a bar?

Yes, you've mentioned it,

about every five minutes
for the past week.

It's because I trust your opinion.

I bow to you wisdom,
your experience, your age.

It sounds like a good investment
to me, but what do I know, I'm a cop.

You're a cop who sees
how much we dribble away,

eating and drinking
in other people's restaurants.

You're a cop
who's popular with other cops.

And those other cops would flock
to any bar you were associated with.

You lost me there somewhere.

Meldrick and I
respect and admire you so much,

we've decided to give you
a small piece of our new place.

- Give?
- Sell.

Forget it.

For 25 thou we can be partners
in a no lose situation,

- a money-making bonanza.
- She wouldn't come down on the price?

No, but it doesn't matter, we wanted
to share our good fortune.

I don't wanna own a bar.

Every ewtra dollar I've got
goes to pay my alimony.

You must have some money in the bank.

Insurance?

What about your pension?

I'm this close
to collecting that pension.

I ain't gonna touch that pension.

Why don't you come over and look at
the joint? Once you see its potential,

- you'll change your mind.
- We got a red ball here.

- We got work to do.
- We can work while we're noshing.

Hey, Lewis.

Stan!

Guess what, Stan,
I'm picking up the cheque.

And I got the tip.

No.

- How'd it go?
- Barnfather was there,

Colonel Granger, what's her name,
head of the public information office,

plus the mayor's PR guy
and his chief of staff.

The doctors of spin.

The pastor from St Stanislavs,

two monsignors from the archdiocese
and their PR guru.

And what did all these great minds
conclude?

That we should pre-empt the media
and announce Goodrich's murder.

I told them to announce nothing
until we have something.

- And they said?
- Get something.

So... the ball's back in our court.

Oh! The clock is ticking
and we've got no more time-outs.

Come in, Felton.

This may be zip but I talked to a woman
who worked with Goodrich in DC.

They counselled runaways.

One of the boys in the home
developed a crush on Goodrich,

Jimmy Newer.
She tried to back out of it gently,

the kid freaked,
left the home and got arrested.

- Is he in jail now?
- That's the thing.

I checked with DC police. He was
sprung from Larson two weeks ago.

- Got a description?
- It's on the wire, Gee.

- Good, Beau.
- Thanks.

Guys, can I get your attention
for just a minute...

Hold on, all right?

Beau, you better take this.

- Who is it, Kay?
- It's your son.

- What's he doing up this late?
- He's crying. He misses you.

Hey, Zack.

What you doing up so late, tiger?

Don't cry, Zack.
I miss you too.

If Goodrich never wore
white gloves,

that means the killer
put the gloves on her

after he'd stripped her naked
and dumped her body in the churchyard.

I wonder if the churchyard
was deliberate or accidental.

What do you think? You think he took
her to the churchyard on purpose

or just threw her in
the first dumpster he saw?

She was a good catholic,
found behind a catholic church.

Seems like more
than coincidence to me.

- What religion were you raised?
- You know, I was a mutt.

A what?

A mutt. My mother was a Methodist,
my father believed in the Colts.

I was baptised by the Presbyterians,
confirmed by the Episcopalians

and I had a girlfriend
who was a knockout in college,

she was Unitarian,
so, you know, I joined.

How about you, Frank,
are you still a catholic?

You know how the Jews have Orthodox,
Conservative and Reform?

Well, there are two kinds of Catholics -
devout and fallen.

I fell.

What is this, Frank,
this whole three hour mass thing?

What do you mean?

I went to a wedding and by the time
I got up to take the host,

I had to ask for two, I was starving.

You're not catholic
and you took communion?

- Yeah, is that wrong?
- If my god wins, you're screwed.

Beau, does Beth ever sleep?

She called me four times. She wants
to know if you're taking your vitamins,

if getting enough sleep,
who you're sleeping with.

I didn't marry her,
she didn't throw me out,

- would you please just call her.
- And say what?

That you're OK,
that you're not gonna kill yourself.

If she doesn't stop calling,
I am gonna kill myself.

She wants me to call and when I do,
she starts crying and hangs up on me.

Why don't you tell her to grow up
and let me see my kids.

All right. It's just what
I didn't wanna have happen.

You've sucked me into the middle
of your domestic sludge.

- You sucked yourself in.
- What did I do? I didn't do anything.

Beth and I were trying to rediscover
our romantic roots -

retracing the footsteps of our first date,
trying to get the juices flowing.

Went to the same restaurant,
same bowling alley, same motel.

You went to a motel
on your first date?

- Yeah.
- She let you do that?

She couldn't resist me back then.

We take a bath, we drink
some red wine, we get into bed,

- and right at the moment of truth...
- You called my name.

No, you beeped me.

That's why you're saying
it's my fault?

I'm saying you owe it to me
to help me out, cover for me.

I'm waiting for word on Jimmy Newer,
the guy Goodrich helped in DC.

- I wanna see if he's in town.
- Where you going?

- I've got an errand to run.
- An errand, at this hour?

- You delivering milk on the side?
- It's important.

Zack!

Can I freshen your coffee?
Can I get you something else?

Sure?

Stan, Stan, I would like for you
to meet Dawn, our executive chef.

I wouldn't call me a chef.
I'm barely a cook.

- This is very good. It's excellent.
- We don't usually serve breakfast.

But we can. We can. We will.
You see, by serving breakfast,

which, as we all know is the
most important meal of the day,

we'll increase our profit margin tenfold.

I'm not sure. Lorene served breakfast
six months ago, it was a disaster.

That's why she's dumping the place.

We don't wanna keep you
from your duties.

It's a question of marketing.
You gotta make the public aware.

Here's my idea. You know how Kentucky
Fried Chicken has Colonel Sanders

and Wendy's has that guy, Dave?

Well, we're gonna use you.

That's right. Ads in magazines,
TV commercials, billboards.

"A big man deserves a big meal."

- Where you going?
- Back to work.

Have another muffin.

Munch, have you ever seen me
at the races,

- you ever seen me bet on a nag?
- No.

You ever seen me put $2 in the
inter-office World Series pool?

- No.
- So what makes you think

I'm going to risk my pension
investing in a bar?

What make you think,
even if I was gonna invest,

- I'd wanna go into business with you?
- I...

There's no chance you're gonna get
a penny. There's no way.

- But...
- Drop it, Munch.

- You let him get away.
- The bird has flown, man.

- Oh, man.
- Damn!

- What are we gonna do now?
- We'll have to find another investor.

- Where? Who?
- I don't know.

Want half?

- What kind is it?
- Loganberry.

Nah, I don't eat breakfast.

Yes, colonel, I understand, but...

No, I just spoke with the medical
examiner, he's almost done.

Well, sir,
what would you like me to do -

go down there
and hold the scalpel for him?

Well, at least then we'll know
whether or not it was a sex crime.

Yes, I know we're releasing
a statement in two hours.

Meanwhile, we're in meanwhile.

Yes, sir.

Goodbye.

I expected this huge rush
making lieutenant.

Commanding a shift,
closing big cases, avenging the dead.

All I wanna do is go home
and hug my kid.

Boy or girl?

Girl. Caroline, she's six. You?

I have three.

All grown up and not calling enough.

- In the blink of an eye, they say.
- Yeah.

Oh, I wish I'd had more children.

If Caroline's father had stuck
around longer, I would have.

- Did he leave you?
- Yeah.

He died.

Well, the crime lab didn't find
anything on these gloves.

No fingerprints, no hair,
no nail shards.

I don't get it.
What's he trying to tell us?

What do these white gloves mean?

Sister Magdalena won't disclose
the woman's name?

No.

- Or the lunatic boyfriend's name?
- No.

We'll just get a subpoena
to open the shelter's files.

If we find out which ER the girl went to,
we can trace her through there.

I've been thinking,
this angry boyfriend's a dead end.

There's a chance he was aggravated
with Goodrich for helping his girlfriend.

This is a crime of perversion,
not passion.

No bad boy getting back at his girl

will take the time to put white gloves
on the victim.

I'm the primary,
I say we get a subpoena,

Waste of time and money.

Look, hotshot, I intend to pursue
every single angle of this case.

You're complicating
and confusing things.

I am being thorough.

You're trying to save your ass,
you idiot.

You telling me how to do my job, boy?

Oh, yeah, come on, come on...

Hey, hey, trouble in paradise,
gentlemen?

- He called me idiot.
- You called me boy!

You know, you're both right.
Gaffney, you're being a dumb cluck.

Pembleton, you're acting like a child.

- That's not what he meant.
- I know.

I also know some people say things
when they're under a lot of pressure,

some people are bigots, sexist.

I want him to apologise.

- Eat it!
- Hey, eat this!

Hey!

No, here, go on, blow his head off,
then it'll be over.

No? What about you?

Come on, he'll be dead,

you'll be at Jessop, serving time
with the lowlifes you put there,

and then the rest of us
can get back to work,

the rest of us can help track down
Goodrich's killer.

Did you major in psychology
at the naval academy?

Guilt is a wonderful thing.

- Oh, jeez!
- Now what?

Hello, Al.

Cops at each other's throat -
quite a story.

You must be the new shift commander,
Lieutenant Russert.

Yes, and you are?

Matt Rhodes, Channel 8 News.

Thanks for indulging me.
I needed the air.

I like it up here.
The view from the top.

Everything seems small,
manageable.

Wouldn't that be nice, huh,
if everything was manageable?

So, you had a question.

- Katherine Goodrich, she's dead?
- Yes.

When were you planning
to announce it,

or didn't you think the people
would care to know

that their Samaritan of the Year
was murdered last night?

The mayor's office is preparing
a press release.

- Any leads?
- All we know will be in the release.

- Everything?
- Yep.

What about the white gloves?

- Where did you hear that?
- I'm good, I guess.

- Who told you then?
- What, you're kidding, right?

Mr Rhodes...

right now, only the killer knows
about the gloves.

Make it public and every nut
in Maryland will claim responsibility.

You broadcast it and I won't know
who's telling the truth.

Is it a sex crime?

- We don't know yet.
- But you suspect it?

Off the record?

- Yes.
- You got a murder weapon?

Off the record, no.

Maybe I should go speak
to Giardello.

- Why?
- Cos I never done business with you.

I'm the only reporter
that's heard about the gloves.

If I hold off, I want a promise,
that when this case breaks,

you're gonna call me first.

You have my word.

- Detective Howard?
- What?

Lieutenant Russert, hi!
I haven't had a chance to tell...

I just wanna say I'm proud to be
serving under you, temporarily.

Congratulations on your promotion -
you deserve it.

Thank you.

Looking for a date to the prom?

I'm sorry?

You may have noticed a lot of activity
here - a big murder investigation -

so, the sooner you get your hands
back on the phone,

the less pissed off I'll be.

Yes, sir. Ma'am.
Sorry.

Bitch.

Looking for this?

- Jesus, Beth, you scared me.
- Sorry, I couldn't resist.

Not very cool,
a policeman breaking into a house.

At least it's my own.

- Good to see you, Beau.
- It is?

Yeah.

Kay's probably told you
I've been trying to find you

at that time of day
when I need you the most -

at night.

- I've been working.
- Very hard.

I know, poor baby.

Beth, you threw me out of the house,

you've been trying to reach me -
what the hell do you want?

Where are the kids?

At my mums.

- I miss them.
- Don't lie.

You miss your clothes.

I had it dry-cleaned for you.

Thanks, I appreciate that.

I knew you'd come back for it.

Look, I...

I'm sorry.

Beth? Beth, don't!

What the hell are you...

The shrink thinks
maybe I've grown to hate you...

...but I'm just not so sure.

Lock the door when you leave.

I wanna take a nap.

Bye-bye, sweetheart.

Meldrick, what are you doing here?

Looking for rich widows
with large inheritances.

Munch and I still can't find
another investor for our bar.

You were serious about buying a bar?

Yes. More than serious, solemn.

Well, well, well.

- What?
- You know.

- I just have a little money saved.
- Yeah?

Yeah. I'm thinking about
investing in something.

- Uh-huh, good idea.
- I was wondering if...

Absolutely.
That's an excellent suggestion.

- I just wanna be a silent partner.
- OK.

I won't deal with day to day problems.

You won't even know
the soup of the day.

- OK?
- OK.

- I'm in?
- You're in.

- I'm done.
- Oh, good.

No semen.

- What do you mean?
- She wasn't raped.

There's no penetration?

Neither fore nor aft, nor topside.

What you telling me here, doc?

I'm telling you that Katherine
Goodrich's murder was not a sex crime.

Not a sex crime.
How can this not be a sex crime?

What the hell kind of a crime is it?
What kind of whacko are we after?

I still say it's connected to
her working with battered women.

- A disgruntled husband or boyfriend.
- I say we dig deeper into her sex life.

- Maybe it was a lovers quarrel.
- I think the gloves are the key.

You said it was a crime of perversion,
too. You were wrong.

Perversion comes
in all shapes and sizes.

- It doesn't have to mean sex.
- All right.

Roger, call the state's attorney
about a subpoena.

Maybe we can get the women's shelter
to open up its files.

Tim, Frank, I know this is a pain

but go down to the church
and canvass the area again.

You two haven't been down there.

Maybe with fresh eyes we'll find
something that we've missed. OK...

- Higby.
- Yo.

Take Shabaz
and go talk to her family again.

They love her, but if they're anything like
my family, one of them holds a grudge.

This is Goodrich's address book,
call everybody in it, OK, Munch?

And ask 'em?

Abut her hobbies, habits,
boyfriends, cholesterol level.

- Meldrick?
- Yeah.

Check out all the stores in town
that carry this brand of gloves.

- Maybe we'll get lucky.
- That would be a nice change.

- Where's Beau?
- Got a lead on another case.

Another case? What other case?
Right now there is no other case.

There is no other case.

OK... Do you have any word
on that Jimmy Newer kid?

- Not yet. I'll try moving it along.
- Yeah, thanks, I appreciate that.

OK, Al, you're here to advise me,
what else do I do?

Go.

- Go where?
- Home.

Take a shower, change your clothes,
hug your kid.

Sounds nice but it's the middle
of the morning, I'm not doing that.

Megan, you need to get some rest.
I'll hold down the fort.

What if Colonel Granger calls
or the mayor is looking for me?

Well, I'll tell them
you're in the ladies room.

- The ladies room?
- Yeah.

OK.

If anyone needs me,
I'm in the ladies room.

- This is futile, Frank.
- Yeah.

This ground has been covered
30 times, man.

Gaffney's covered it.

Half the police department
has covered this ground.

If there were anything here, Frank,
it would just be dust, you know?

- Yeah, keep looking.
- Yeah.

Beth, I swear to god on the life of
my brother, my sister, my father,

Beau is not here, he's out!

Where? Working.
We got an important case happening.

I can't really talk about it.

Well, maybe you should apologise.

Just write him a note.
I'll see he gets it.

I don't know what you should say.
Just, sorry, I guess.

You're not sorry?

Imelda?

Oh, lmelda, hi. How's she doing?

Still sniffling, no temperature.

Oh, good. Um, I'm gonna be home
for a couple of hours.

Good, I'll go do the shopping.
Adios.

Adios. Si, gracias.

- Hi, Mum.
- Hi, angel, how are you?

I feel like crap.

Oh! Hey, watch you mouth.

Watch yours.

Couldn't make it to school today, huh?

- I'm too tired.
- Mmm.

- Who's that?
- Milkman.

Jimmy Newer. After he got out
of prison, he went to Colorado.

- There's no way he killed Goodrich.
- Oh.