All language subtitles for Homicide life on the street season 1 episode 1 to 9S03E06 - Crosetti

- Gee, that's sad.
- We're in a morgue. It's all sad here.

- Romper Room is going off the air.
- Romper Room?

- Yeah, they axed it after 41 years.
- This is a show you watch?

When I was a pre-schooler, sure.

Miss Nancy sang songs,
played games.

Come on, John, "Do Be A Milk Drinker,
Don't Be A Crack Addict."

- You gotta remember.
- I moved on to Bowling for Dollars.

Which was created by the same guy as
Romper Room, Miss Nancy's husband.

- How come she wasn't Mrs Nancy?
- Both shows were broadcast from here.

This city has made quite a contribution
to American pop culture.

Romper Room, Bromo-Seltzer,
Star-Spangled Banner.

- Are you done with Clayton?
- Hey, Stan! Beau!

You remember Romper Room, right?
The Magic Mirror?

"Romper, stomper, bomper, boo,
I see Jimmy and Julie..."

Except she never saw me. I spent years
in front of that frigging tube.

She never once saw Beau
in the Magic Mirror. That bitch!

I remember Birthday Land
with King Twinklehead.

- Who?
- Me and cousin Ernie used to watch it.

Good old Ernie.

We'd watch Birthday Land with
King Twinklehead and Judy Splinters...

- She was a puppet.
- Really?

Yeah, Judy Splinters won the very first
Emmy Award ever in 1949.

- A puppet won the first Emmy Award?
- Well, yeah.

She was very good.

Was she up against
the Marquis Chimps?

I'm gonna get some milk duds.

Make way for King Twinklehead!

You know, remind me to share with you
three again. It makes me feel so good.

Oh, Twinkie, Twinkie!

Um... Excuse me...

Can I talk to you?

Peace, man. My name is Lennox.
Lennox Young.

- I'm here to report a shooting.
- Do that again, it'll be your own.

- Who got shot?
- My brother, Prescott.

Over on North Carey Street
on Saratoga.

At the bus stop.
In the stomach about an hour ago.

- You saw your brother get shot?
- No, I didn't see it.

I just heard the gunshot.
See, I was around the corner.

You heard a bang, came round
the corner and saw your brother?

I came around the corner, saw the gun,
fainted. When I came to, I was alone.

There was nothing left
but a river of blood.

When you came to, there was
nobody there, not even your brother?

Right. Nothing. Nobody.
Nothing but a river of blood.

- Lennox, why the hell are you in here?
- I want to be on the record.

Just so in case, in the next 50 years
there's a shooting at that corner,

you want us to know
that you saw nothing?

My brother got shot! I mean...

- All you heard was a bang?
- I got ears like a dog.

You've been using us like fire hydrants!

You just wasted five minutes of my life.

Five minutes that I'll be begging for
as I lay dying.

Get out, now! Get out, now!

- Kid's full of shimo!
- Maybe. Better check it out.

Yeah, sure, I'll check it out!

- Er... you need some help?
- Or another arm.

Oh, thanks. I was looking
for Detective Crosetti. Is he in?

No, he's not. Detective Crosetti is dead.

Oh, it must have happened suddenly.
They didn't tell me.

Who?

The State Attorney's Office. I'm working
for the State Attorney. Emma Zoole.

Detective Meldrick Lewis. Meldrick.

Detective Crosetti was the primary
on Irene O'Connor's murder.

Irene O'Connor...
Oh, the nurse stabbing in a parking lot.

Wait a second. Crosetti
put that case down six months ago.

It's going to trial,
which is why I built a model.

Hopefully to help the jury
get a sense of what happened.

Like a crime-scene show-and-tell!

- I was hoping to go over measurements.
- Well, I know the case.

- Do you?
- Yeah, Steve and I were partners.

Then I guess, Detective Lewis,
fate has brought us together.

- This is Felicity Weaver.
- Good morning, Detective.

Miss Weaver is here to help you.

- Great. Help is something that I need.
- Why don't we step into the office?

Ms Weaver is an attorney for the City.
She's been assigned to you.

Feel free to jump in, Miss Weaver.

Of course. Detective Pembleton,
you are being sued by Annabella Wilgis

for violating her civil rights
during questioning.

She's a serial killer.
She murdered eight women.

I thought all this would go away
once we booked her padded room.

- She still has a right to sue.
- Both of us.

Since I was the shift commander
on duty,

you, me and the City are
on the line for a million dollars.

Wilgis asserts that during
a long, gruelling interrogation,

you manipulated
one of her alter personalities

into holding a lit match to her arm.

Is there a law against
alter manipulation?

You and Lieutenant Russert will go
before a judge for a preliminary hearing

and hopefully avoid a trial.

You don't really believe
this will go to trial, do you?

Every year, Baltimore spends tens of
thousands on nuisance cases like this.

You should know that since
this is a civil suit,

we must disprove guilt
rather than prove innocence.

- Is that right?
- Mmm.

Just one of those little quirks
in the legal system.

Irene O'Connor got off her shift,
came down the elevator.

The killer stood here, very quiet.

She came out of the elevator.
She got spooked.

She turned around. They struggle.

Slashes her throat and the body falls
right here where you're standing.

You can almost feel the energy.

Do you feel it?

Yeah, I do.

Here, hold the end.
I need to get the exact distance.

- Just back up a little.
- Sure.

I'll tell you when.

Right there.

Thanks.

So, do you know what that scum wad
did after he killed her?

He popped open a pint of gin,

fired up a Camel and sat there,
had a drink and a smoke.

We found the empty bottle
and cigarette butts there.

- I'm glad you caught him.
- It was Crosetti who put the case down.

He's... Well, he was a hell of a detective.

I got all I need. Let's go back.

- Bayliss, where's Meldrick?
- Don't mention that man's name to me!

He dumped a lot
of paper-chasing on me.

I'm not supposed
to be doing all this work.

- I'm supposed to be a silent partner.
- Sure. Did you get the certification?

- Yes.
- Great.

Did you get the release
from the comptroller?

- Yes.
- What is a comptroller?

I don't know, don't care.

- Did you get the occupation tax stamp?
- Yes.

Great. Do you know what this means?

This means we own the waterfront bar.

- Not yet.
- What's that?

This is the certification of compliance

with the provisions of Article 2B
Section 130A

of the state code.

We need a certificate to show
we're compliant?

Get me a red-headed 19-year-old,
I'll show you compliance.

One of us has to go to the Alcohol
Awareness training programme.

- Have fun.
- A seminar to teach bar licence holders

how to sell alcohol responsibly,

i.e. How to identify someone
who's drunk.

Whoever's puked on the floor
is usually drunk, right?

Munch, you've got to take this
much more seriously.

If we do not clear this certificate,

our bar, our investment, is lost, OK?

I made an appointment for you
at 1:00pm.

- Me?
- Yep.

I had to pull a lot of strings
so don't give me any grief.

- You go.
- No.

I have got some new leads
on the Stromberg case.

Alcohol awareness
is a hobby with you, isn't it?

I can't go. What if they make me
take a test? I can't do tests.

I always clutch. What if I fail
and all our dreams crash and burn?

That's very simple.
Meldrick and I will harm you.

Look at this doll. It's got bright, happy
eyes, the eternal smile of innocence.

Did you sell your newspaper, Sam?

Are you giving up journalism
for an exciting new career in toys?

No! The children in this city
should be holding these,

not nine millimetres and Magnums.

I am too busy. I am very busy.

It's happening all over the country. It
could here in Baltimore. Toys for guns.

The kids give us their guns
or their parents give us their guns,

we give the girls a doll, or whatever,
the boys get free basketball shoes.

It's a great idea.
What do you want me to do?

I need help. Volunteers.

- Well...
- What about you?

I never volunteer.

What is the matter with you guys?
Our kids are killing each other every day.

You only give a damn if their bodies
need picking up?

You could stop their bodies
being there in the first place.

Sam!

The next time
you talk to my detectives like that,

I am personally going
to kick your butt out.

It's cause and effect, Al. Every time a
gun goes off, you guys get a homicide.

- Am I the only one that sees that?
- We've worked 227 murders this year.

My guys are working 12-hour shifts
nearly seven days a week.

They make court appearances,
file their reports in triplicate.

They have wives and kids.
Soccer games and piano lessons.

You remember when you had
a daughter growing up.

They're doing all they can.
What do you expect from them?

More. Nobody has the time, Al, but
if we don't cure what's killing this city,

this city's gonna kill all of us.

You guys think of me
as some kind of livery service.

- I really appreciate the lift.
- Your car breaks down, I'm sympathetic.

Beau's jalopy has been in and out
of the shop for months.

- Hey...
- What? Why are we stopping here?

- I want to check something out.
- Great!

Bear with me.

- Here's the bus stop.
- What bus stop?

Where Lennox said his brother got shot.

I gotta be in an Alcohol Awareness
seminar in 15 minutes.

I just wanted to see the river of blood.

River of Blood. That's a movie
with Vincent Price.

There hasn't been a rain
since the alleged gun fest, has there?

Maybe the kid came to lie to us on a bet.

He was telling us some form of the truth.

See that clinic over there?

Come on, come on.

- Are you the doctor?
- I'm the doctor. You sick?

- That's a topic open for discussion.
- I'm a cop.

Believe it or not, so is he.

Any shootings around here recently?

You'll have to be more specific than that.

This morning, a shooting
out there by the bus stop?

Out there? This morning? No.

People come into places like this
instead of a hospital,

because they don't want cops like me
to know they've been shot.

- Has there been anybody around?
- Prescott Young. North Carlton Avenue.

That's the one.

This morning, he comes in with Lennox.

There was a hole in Prescott's gut big
enough for a Camden Yard hotdog.

- I had to call an ambulance.
- Did he tell what happened?

Yeah, sure.

Lennox shot Prescott
with Prescott's own gun.

Remind me never to ask you for a ride
ever again.

- What time did he come in?
- About ten o'clock.

- Hey, Emma.
- Hey, Detective.

Got all the information
on the O'Connor case?

Yes, I do. Thanks. I'm almost done.

Can I get you anything else?
Any more yoghurt tea?

Yogi.
No, I'm fine, thanks.

We got some stale bagels in there
you could have.

Or we could go and get a bite,
what do you think?

I'm really not hungry.

Well, it was just a thought.

- Er... Emma.
- Yep?

Do you believe in love at first sight?

Of course. I mean, when there's a spark,
there's a spark.

It's just a look.
A flare in the eye.

Well, here's the thing...

Ever since we met,

I have had flares in my eyes.

Oh.

- I'm crazy about you.
- Meldrick...

You want to go out with me?

No.

Oh, well...

I'm sorry, I just don't feel the spark.

There are sparks
and then there are sparks.

It wouldn't be fair
to either one of us.

Fairness is not all that important to me.

Well, it is to me, Meldrick.

I'm sorry.

Yeah... That's all right, OK.

- I'll be...
- OK.

Restaurant Association of America?

I missed my Alcohol Awareness training
seminar. I want to reschedule.

My excuse? Um...

I was downstairs watching TV
and didn't know the boys was home.

I heard a firecracker explode.

Then I called up to the girls to stop.

You thought the girls
were playing with firecrackers?

They get into things.
I try but I can't stop them.

Then Lennox comes downstairs and
says Prescott got shot by the bus stop.

Do either of your sons have a gun?

Prescott does,
but I don't know where he keeps it.

Do you girls know
where your brother keeps his gun?

Sometimes he sleeps with it
under his pillow.

OK. Ma'am, I'm gonna be frank
with you.

We're pretty sure that that firecracker
was a gunshot,

that Prescott got shot
in his room at home.

Lennox is afraid
he's going to jail for it.

We're not talking about charging anyone.
We work homicide.

This looks like an accidental shooting.

All we're concerned about
is getting that gun out of your house.

Go on in my house and get that thing
out of there. Please!

OK, we will.

Meldrick, what's up?

- What's the matter, buddy?
- I've been blindsided.

You know when you think you're
a grown man and then, bam!

Between the eyes, love at first sight.

- Who is she, Meldrick?
- Emma Zoole.

Emma Zoole? You fell in love
with a woman named Emma Zoole?

- What's wrong with that?
- It's not a legendary name.

Romeo and Juliet? Yes.
Tracy and Hepburn? Of course.

But Meldrick Lewis and Emma Zoole?
It just doesn't scan.

It shows how little you know about love.
I mean, this woman is...

- Perfection.
- Oh!

She's so...

- She's a goddess.
- Wow, where is this goddess?

In the copy room.

Is traffic moving in both directions
or just one way?

One way. She's made it pretty clear
she ain't got nothing for me.

Perhaps you just need
a different approach.

Beau, she doesn't want
anything to do with me.

Did you not hear what I said?

Yeah, twice.
This room's got a wicked echo in it.

- Emma...
- Zoole!

- Emma Zoole.
- Emma Zoole.

Lieutenant Russert,

do you recall the circumstances leading
to the questioning of Annabella Wilgis

on the 4th November last?

It was a Good Samaritan interview.

She came in to tell us what she had
seen regarding the Lundy murder.

Were you aware that she was a victim
of Multiple Personality Disorder?

During the course
of Detective Pembleton's interview,

I became aware that she claimed
to have MPD.

Lieutenant, did Detective Pembleton
light a match during the interrogation?

Yes, he's a smoker.

Did Detective Pembleton light a match
and hold it to his wrist?

- Yes.
- Didn't you find that odd?

Given the circumstances, no.

"Given the circumstances."

Do you recall him speaking
to the seven-year-old alter JMJ?

- Yes.
- As JMJ, did she or did she not mimic

everything
Detective Pembleton did or said?

He slammed his fist on the table.
She slammed her fist on the table.

He said, "Write their names."
She said, "Write their names."

He said, "You murdered them."
She said, "You murdered them."

And then, as you've testified,

Detective Pembleton lit a match
and burnt his wrist.

What did Miss Wilgis do?

She lit a match and burnt her wrist.

Let me ask you, Lieutenant...

How far would you have let
Detective Pembleton go?

What if he'd thrown her on the ground?
What if he'd hit her?

- I would not have allowed that.
- Oh, I see, I see. OK.

Burning is OK. Hitting is not.

So much for civil liberties
at the Baltimore Homicide Unit.

- Hi, I'm Emma Zoole.
- Bayliss and Zoole.

- Huh?
- Never mind.

Detective Bayliss.
Tim Bayliss. Tim...

So you're... helping out Meldrick
on the O'Connor case?

Yes. I'm reconstructing
the crime scene in miniature.

Uh-huh.

He's a terrific detective.
Meldrick's just the best.

- He's a very helpful man.
- He's a great detective.

Great guy. Got a great sense of humour.
Really makes me laugh.

Dry. Great, dry sense of humour.
It's hot in here, isn't it?

It's very hot in here.

- Would you like to walk out in the air?
- Walk? Yeah.

Prescott came in after getting shot.

He ran up here... Sorry I said
I was at the bus stop. I lied about that.

Hey, Lennox. Let's take this one step
at a time.

- Your brother runs up these stairs?
- Yes.

There's no blood on these stairs.
What did you do with the blood?

Come on! He come in here bleeding.
There's got to be blood in the hall.

- We cleaned it up.
- You cleaned it up?

- Yeah.
- Where were those?

On the bed. We flipped the mattress.

What jacket was your brother wearing?

- The grey one, right there.
- No blood, no holes?

Quit lying to us. You were playing with
the gun. He got shot. You got scared.

What gun? I don't know
nothing about no gun.

- Just give us the gun, Lennox.
- There is no gun!

We're not gonna charge you. We just
want to get the gun out of the house.

There is no gun! I don't have no gun!

Fine. When your brother dies,
we'll be back to charge you with murder.

I saw your model of the parking garage.

It's very intricate. Very beautiful.

Thanks.

I used to be a sculptor but I couldn't pay
the bills. My art is a little over the edge.

I'll tell you something, I'm in awe.
I can't even draw stick figures.

I would love to bronze your head.

I beg your pardon.

I mean, cast your head in bronze.

I've wanted to sculpt your face
ever since I saw it last year.

- You saw me last year. Where?
- The Edina Watson case.

I read every word published about it.

One of the articles had your picture.

- I remember your eyes.
- Well, we haven't closed that case yet.

Working with death every day,
you must find death fascinating.

- Almost seductive.
- No, not particularly, no.

Isn't that why you became
a homicide detective?

There's someplace I'd like to take you.

Um... Are you free tonight?

Tonight?

Yeah, I'm free just about every night.

Great.

- Well, I have good news and bad news.
- Bad first.

- The judge is recommending trial.
- What?

He thinks there's enough merit to Wilgis's
claims to put the case in front of a jury.

We're being sued
as if we were crack dentists?

- A million dollars? Who pays if we lose?
- The City.

- We're settling.
- We're settling out of court?

That's the good news.

The City has decided to pay off

a homicidal maniac
with taxpayers' money?

- Yep.
- Then we're implicitly admitting guilt.

- That I abused my power.
- Insurance will take care of it.

What about my dignity, right and wrong?
What are the premiums on that?

We could lose big if Wilgis
got on the stand

with her seven-year-old alter
and got a jury weepy.

- How much is she getting?
- 200.

200,000 dollars?

Well, don't forget,
she was asking for a million.

So we got a discount?

- You blinked, Lieutenant.
- Oh, Frank!

I did myself no favours in there, either,
but it was clean, I told the truth.

What do you know about the truth?

In the box,
the truth is my only objective.

My job is to reach down into the
darkness and pull out the truth.

You honestly believe
that I crossed the line?

In all honesty?

Yes, I do. And in all honesty,
I think you know it.

- Thank you very much for the truth.
- Frank!

Excuse me, I'm going back
to do my job.

You look like a bully met you in the
schoolyard and took your lunch money.

I heard the City is settling with Wilgis.

It's a compliment, really.

The City believes
you're worth a hundred grand.

Gives me goose bumps.

Frank...

The City settles.

- It's not settled.
- Give it up.

It's a beautiful night. Go home.

Kiss your wife, kick your dog,
whatever you want.

The night is young and it's yours.

Russert thinks I crossed the line.

I don't. When you burned yourself,
she wanted to stop it, I said, don't.

- Do you think I crossed the line?
- It's not important what I think.

I thought I'd resolved all of this
when I put the uniform on.

You do what you have to do
to get to the truth.

I've always slid through loopholes in the
law, manoeuvre around technicalities.

So... I didn't feel guilty.

Here I'd sit like God, the Old Testament
God, smiting the wicked.

Wreaking righteous vengeance at whim,
manipulating people,

tricking them... to confess.

Annabella Wilgis... manipulated me.

She led me like a lamb to slaughter.

Over the line.

Detective Lewis.

What you got there?

- Dinner.
- Is that what that is? Dinner.

Let me see what specials
you had to choose from.

There's the vegetarian sampler,
the spinach salad with lentils...

Mmm... Quiche...

And you chose the gorgeous
stir-fried vegetables with...

Oh, so that's what couscous is.

Where is it that says a man can't try
something new?

Who's the dolly?

- Who's the dolly?
- What?

I've never seen a man eat cautious
unless a woman was involved.

- Who is she?
- Lewis is in love with Emma Zoole.

Let me clue you in, pal, couscous
will not make a difference.

I've gone the health-food route.
Stir-fry this, low-fat that.

What this is really about is control.

If you allow her to control what you eat,
it's curtains.

How much more basic can you get
that what a man puts into his stomach?

Munch and crunch
all the veggies you want.

But in the end, new girl or not,

you're out,
because you did not take a stand.

That's what this is about. Not health,
not love, not living fat-free.

This is about women
trying to dominate men.

It's just couscous, man.

- Emma, where are we going?
- Across the street.

Wait a minute.
This is where we're going right here?

OK, I read about this in the city paper.

This is a bunch of paintings
by criminals -

paedophiles, mass murderers, rapists.

- A couple are by Annabella Wilgis.
- You aren't curious?

No, not in the least, OK?
This is blatant exploitation.

The quality of the art here is less
important than the infamy of the artist.

Let's go get some mussels.

It's a chance to get a peek
inside a killer's head.

Well, I'm not interested.

What if you could see inside
the mind of the man

that stabbed and brutalised
Edina Watson?

Emma, don't you find any of this
just the least bit twisted?

Tim, the Japanese have picnics
on the graves of their ancestors.

The Ancient Egyptians were buried
with fruit and a change of clothes.

What does our culture do?
We send our old people to Florida

so we don't have to watch them die.

We deny that death exists,
we hide from him.

Instead we should embrace it.
We should laugh at it.

I mean, what do homicide detectives do
at a crime scene?

You crack jokes.

Well, yeah, but...

I gotta get a drink.

My place isn't far.
I've got some great chilled vodka.

- Really? Stoli or Absolut?
- Ketel One.

Really? Emma!
You are a goddess.

Nice butt.

I'm sorry I made you miss
your Alcohol Awareness seminar.

No, no, it's typical of my life.
Just another day in Munchkinland.

I missed the seminar.
I put owning the bar at risk.

We didn't get the gun from Lennox.

I can't even tell you why I care
if he keeps it.

It's a job, John.

We gave it our best shot.

I keep seeing those little girls
at the hospital.

Lennox's little sisters.

Did you see their faces?
Did you see what I saw in their eyes?

Nothing. Emptiness. Their eyes were
going dead and they're just little kids.

Their eyes are dead
because they could be dead.

Tonight. Tomorrow.

And they know it.

- What are you doing?
- We're going back.

It's... What is this?

Park City Station, Boston.

A homeless man
was hacked to death there.

Really, wow... Death.

Ah, more crime-scene models.

- Death. Hi...
- Hi.

Thank you.

- What's that?
- It's my bed.

- It's funny cos that looks like a coffin.
- It's a coffin.

- Wait, you sleep in a coffin?
- It's very sensual.

Satin against skin.

Oh, Emma. I... I can't do this.

I can't do this. I'm just a regular
bed kind of guy, but thanks for the...

...offer, though. Good night.

Oh, God. I just got one question, OK?

Yeah.

You're not going to close the lid on me,
are you?

Not till I know you better.

- Where is it? Where's the gun?
- There ain't no gun!

Your brother's in hospital, he nearly died,
doesn't that mean anything to you?

Next time it'll be one your sisters.
Could you live with that?

If you don't give a damn about your life,
think of your sisters!

Think about them. Frigging think!

I want that damn gun! Give me that gun!

- You want the gun? You want the gun?
- Yes!

Have the gun. It doesn't matter. There'll
just be another one in here tomorrow.

I'm gonna quit.

As soon as Bayliss and Lewis and I
get the bar going,

I'm gonna hang up my badge.

I might go and work with my brother
at the mortuary if I have to.

- I gotta stop doing this job.
- Bull.

Come on, you wouldn't last a day.

I've had my doubts too recently. None
of wants to end up like Steve Crosetti.

We're cops, John.
We can't be anything else.

Do you know what the trouble
with being a cop is?

We got guns floating around like pods
during hay fever season -

little guns, big guns, assault weapons.

We could arm a Third World country
with the guns here.

- And you know what?
- What?

- It's OK by me. Wanna know why?
- Why?

Cos it's in the Bill of Rights.
The right to bear arms.

Start screwing with that, hang a sign on
the Statue of Liberty, "Welcome to Iran."

So you're saying people have the right
to own guns but they shouldn't own guns.

I'm saying there's no answer,
no solution, nothing,

absolutely nothing we can do about it.

There's no point even trying.
Trying is the ultimate act of delusion.

Trying is for fools.
Trying is... pointless.

No, you can't stop trying, Munchkin.

Stop trying and you're dead.

Jeez, Beau! Don't sneak up on me!

I didn't sneak up on you, I opened
the door. What's the matter with you?

Why, do I look different?

- You look a little flushed.
- Oh...

Er... I...

I had sex in a coffin last night.

- Yeah, right.
- Yeah.

I had what may be the best sex
of my life. In a coffin.

In a coffin?

In a coffin.

I'm sick, right? I'm really sick.
I'm disturbed.

I should see the department shrink.
I need help.

This so-called sex, whom
did you have it with, a vampire?

No, Emma Zoole.

- Lewis's Emma Zoole?
- Yeah. Yeah.

Not only am I sick and depraved, I'm
the worst a friend a friend could have.

I am slime. Beneath contempt.

- Oh, God, I hate myself.
- Because of Lewis or the coffin?

What difference does it make?
I was weak, I lost all self-control.

Oh my God... Beau. Help me.
What am I gonna do?

- Confess.
- Tell Lewis?

The truth?

Yes! Yes!

Yes, that's right,
that's what I'm going to do.

I'm gonna tell Lewis.
Then I'm going to tell Emma it's all over.

Then I'm gonna get a fresh start in life.
Right, Beau?

- Right.
- Yeah.

OK. Good.

In a coffin?

- I can't tell you how I appreciate this.
- Oh, that's all right, Detective.

It's not every day that an elephant
squashes your mother.

She should have given him the peanut.

Please be seated.

Good afternoon. I'm Carla Justo,
your Awareness trainer.

The goal of this programme is to help
beverage servers prevent intoxication.

Bar owners have the legal responsibility

to prevent intoxicated persons
from driving,

refusing service to minors,

and making reasonable efforts to prevent

a patron from becoming intoxicated.

- Yes?
- Excuse me.

Drunk drivers, minors, I'm all over that.
It's that last point I'm cloudy on.

Getting people to buy as much liquor
as possible is the point of owning a bar.

Detective Munch...

We want to make kiss-my-butt money
charging ten percent mark-up on booze.

- Can we wait for comments till the end?
- Sure. Fine.

Remember, you can be fined
and/or imprisoned

for serving someone who is known as a
habitual drunkard or mentally deficient.

That's the clientele I hope to attract!

Detective, if you continue this disruptive
behaviour, I will excuse you from class,

and you will not receive your licence.

Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Justo.

Thank you.

Now, the primary purpose
of your job

is not to sell alcohol but hospitality.

- Can we charge for hospitality?
- That's it!

- Take your elephant and get out!
- I gotta get the certificate.

Well, you're not gonna get it from me.

- Hey, Bayliss.
- Hey! Meldrick! How's it going?

Er... I have to talk to you
about something.

- About Emma.
- Yeah...

Yeah. Anyway, you see...

- She... I...
- How was it?

- How was what?
- Your date with Emma.

I heard you took her to an art gallery.

Date?

You had a date with Emma?
You went behind my back?

Me? Meldrick, look. No. No!

Not me, I would not do that to you.

Hey, Bayliss, Beau says you slept
with Emma Zoole in a cof-fune,

What is she...

You went to bed with Emma?

No, Meldrick, no,
we did not go to a bed together.

- What is a cof-fune?
- I don't know.

Beau was laughing so hard
when he said it, he had to sit down!

- You slept with my Emma?
- I thought I smelled sex around here.

- How could you do this, man?
- Meldrick, please...

No, no!
You are a disloyal sonofabitch.

I don't want anything to do with you.

Thank you, all of you.

Megan... Hey.

- Hi.
- How's Carolyn?

She's good, thanks.

How are you doing?

I'm good, Beau. I'm doing well.

How about you?
How are things at home?

I'm not sure.
It's gotten worse as time goes on.

She's edgy and unhappy.

Last night at dinner,
I asked her to pass me the salt.

She ripped my head off. I thought
she'd take a swing at me.

- Maybe she knows.
- About us?

She must have found out you weren't
holed up in a monastery

when you two were separated.

I never said a word.

It's not about words, Beau,
it's about feelings.

I gotta run. Take care.

I cannot believe how Bayliss
screwed me over.

Sometimes I think the world
has too many kids.

- What is the point of all these children?
- Oh, don't start with me, Munch.

I look around the streets
and from where I'm sitting,

we don't take care of the ones we've got.

Why is it every conversation
with you wind up depressing?

I'm in a dark place. Deal with it.

Yeah, well, make some room.
I'll join you.

How's your damn
Alcohol Awareness class going?

I have unpleasant news, Meldrick.

That's all I get. Am I the town dump?

Go ahead. Pile it on, why don't you?

- I got expelled.
- Expelled?

From the Alcohol Awareness training
programme. I've been banned for life.

- It doesn't matter.
- Of course it matters.

If we don't get the certificate,
we can't buy the bar.

- The upside is there are three of us.
- Not any more.

- What do you mean?
- I can't be in business with Bayliss.

I'm pulling out of the partnership.

Well, that's great. That's it. That does it.

Today now is officially
the most miserable day of my life.

Coming!

Listen, I cannot see you any longer.

I don't want to hurt your feelings.
God knows, being with you was great.

But I lied to Meldrick. Now he hates me
and I can't focus on my work.

And this thing, this coffin,
although it's extremely exciting,

it's just way too weird, Emma.

I'm sorry.

- No, hey, you're right.
- I am?

- I don't want to be unfair to Andy.
- To Andy...

A man I'm seeing.

- You have a boyfriend?
- No! No...

- Just... Sort of.
- Why didn't you tell me about this guy?

Look, we just got overwhelmed
by each other and it went too fast.

- Who is he?
- Well...

He's a cop.

He's a cop.

What kind of cop is he?

He's a county cop. Baltimore County.

Maybe it's better
that we don't see each other.

Yeah, right, right, because I'm into
maintaining some sense of control

and being with you,
I just have no control.

I want you to know,
I think you're a terrific person.

Right, right, and me you, too.

And hey, you know, who knows?
Maybe we'll be friends.

- Right, right. Friends, friends.
- Friends.

Yes, I'd like to do that very much.

My God, you've got a beautiful mouth.

What have I become

My sweetest friend

Everyone I know

Goes away in the end

You could have it all

My empire of dirt

I will let you down

I will make you hurt...