All language subtitles for Homicide life on the street season 1 episode 1 to 9S03E09 - Every Mothers Son

- Another bad night, Beau?
- No, I'm good.

Beth's mum just called.

Beth's coming back. She's bringing back
the kids, wants to give it another try.

- Well, that's great.
- Yeah... who knows?

I've got a different feeling about it
this time. Maybe we can turn it around.

- I closed the Woods murder last night.
- What?

Two uniforms brought
Lashley in and he confessed.

I like that, closing cases
when I'm not here.

Give me the details,
I'll type up the report.

- Already done, and on Gee's desk.
- Even better. Thanks, partner.

Did you get your coffee?

Coffee. I knew something was missing.

- Felton looks terrible.
- I think that's mainly a lack of sleep.

Open your eyes. He has a patina
of self-destruction about him.

His eyes are red, his gills are green,
he has a sheen of sweat on his brow.

He's been through a lot.
You'd be a wreck too, John.

I know what it's like to have a wife
leave you but...

drowning your woes in bourbon
doesn't do a lot of good.

Stan, his wife didn't just leave him.
She took the kids and disappeared.

That's a little different than having your
ex move to a condo in San Diego.

- Santa Barbara.
- Whatever! He'll be fine.

We're not the only ones.
You guys have noticed it.

- What?
- You know.

That Beau's been hitting the sour mash
a little hard lately.

- Has he?
- Is this what you guys do?

Gossip about each other? Cos it's none
of your business, or mine either.

Now that you mention it,
he has looked a little rocky.

Would you please stop? My partner's
personal is not gonna be discussed.

He doesn't tell me how to live my life
I'm not gonna tell him.

Fine. My preference would be
for a back-up I could depend upon,

but that's just me.

OK, everyone, listen up.

The time has come to distribute
Crosetti's open cases.

Gee, can I talk to you about that
for a minute?

- No.
- Come on, I want all his open cases.

- No, no.
- I'm his partner, OK!

I'm responsible for those cases,
I'm the one who knows them.

Your plate's full as it is, man.

As you know, at the time of his death

Crosetti had five
investigations underway.

Based on everyone's workloads,
these cases will break down...

...like this...

Young from '93 will go to Bolander.
Munch, you take the Smith case.

Pembleton will wrap up Richmar, then
work with Bayliss on the Becker case.

That leaves Chilton.

That case
was his worst nightmare.

It made him crazy.
It was a curse for him.

I don't know who
to give this case to.

Howard.

Why me?

I don't want that case. It's a dog.

Yes... and you've got the best
clearance rate in this room.

- You can't beat 100 per cent.
- So? What?

I'm not saying I don't like
a challenge, Lieutenant...

I do my job, but Erica Chilton?

- Maybe your luck will rub off on this.
- Luck? I'm not following your logic.

You're giving it to me cos I have
a 100 percent clearance rate?

I'm giving you the Chilton case because
you're a detective in this squad room

and that's what I've decided.

Yes, sir.

Felton, you'll work with her on it.

Lewis will bring you up to speed.

OK, everybody, these cases have
been neglected far too long already.

Let's do Steve proud.

I've been thinking about food for
the bar and sketched up this menu idea.

- This is French and Italian.
- Yeah.

I realise that we've gotta offer food
for our customers, but this is scary!

- What would you have us serve?
- Hamburgers, crab cakes, turkey clubs.

- Hamburgers, crab cakes, turkey clubs?
- I don't think we should serve food.

- Munch, line one.
- For me? Who is it?

Pick up the phone, maybe
you'll find out, huh?

- Excuse me, guys.
- With food there's too much overhead.

Timmy, my boy, we have to serve food.

Well, if we have to offer food,
then I say bratwurst.

What the hell's bratwurst?

- The bank wants to see us.
- The bank?

- About the loan.
- I thought we were done with that?

We were. Apparently somebody
screwed up somewhere.

It's not me this time.

Why do you guys always assume
that it's me?

I want it to be really special
for all of us,

just me, my kids, my wife.

We'll celebrate, put the past behind us.

We'll talk about all the things
we're gonna do with this year.

Maybe plan a vacation or something.

- Sounds good.
- Yeah.

I was supposed to take Alex skiing
last Christmas but it didn't work out.

Poconos are nice.
They're not too far, but...

- It's kinda romantic but family oriented.
- Yeah. Poconos.

- Do they think I'm stupid or gullible?
- Who?

The Doublemint Twins!
Granger and Barnfather.

Oh, yes! They think we're stupid
and gullible.

I have been up there trying to get
a replacement for Gaffney.

I transferred him six weeks ago.

They still won't give me
another detective!

I know this song. I've been trying to get
a replacement for Crosetti for weeks.

- I know. How have you been?
- Not bad. You headed home?

No, actually. A friend is taking me
to lunch. Celebrate my promotion.

- Where's he taking you?
- Brass Elephant. She.

- After Dalesio's, it's Baltimore's best.
- Amanda always did have good taste.

Loves food.

Why don't you come with us?

Really, really!
If we're ever gonna be sociable,

one of us has to play hooky
once in a while.

I can't. I have reports to read,
documents to sign... bosses to infuriate.

And when my boys and girls
are left alone, they get into mischief.

Oh, come on! You can be gone
for one lousy hour to have some lunch.

Besides, Amanda's terrific.
I think you two will like each other.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah!

- Hmm...
- Say nothing.

Let's just walk away.

What the hell! Wait up.

There you have it.

Well, your winning streak had to
come to an end sooner or later.

Really? Why is that?
And who says it's ending.

I'm just saying that this
might be the one,

but you can take a humble,
I know that you can.

No, Frank, I'm a very good detective...

Even the best detectives
sometimes have open cases.

It's no disgrace.
That's just the way the cards fall.

You were lucky, that's all.

No, I have a 100 percent clearance rate

because I have good instincts,
I'm thorough...

Look, I know about pride.
I'm the master of the art,

but in this case, it may not apply.

I hope that you close this in one day

but a little red under your name
won't make you less of a detective.

Are you done?

Yeah, yeah.

Good, cos I got some work to do.

Hey, Amanda!

How come you look so healthy?
You're meant to have a job!

The pink you see in my cheeks
is from pique!

I brought a friend, Al Giardello,
my counterpart who I never see,

this is Amanda DeBreaux,
my oldest friend, who I also never see.

We got something in common.

- Nice to meet you.
- Nice meeting you.

Erica Chilton is found
by her six-year-old daughter,

half-dressed on her bed,
suffocated by her pillow.

- Was she raped?
- That's what Crosetti thought initially.

They had sex. Condition of the room
indicated a lot of passion,

but there was no evidence of assault.

- Where's her daughter now?
- Her sister took her, out west.

It's in the notes.

- OK. What else?
- It's all in the notes.

The boyfriend was at work.
Tom... Marans, right?

Er... yeah, and the neighbours heard
screams but no one saw anything.

Uh-huh.

What about Marans? Could he have
slipped out of work for 20 minutes?

He didn't do it. His alibi was solid.
I remember that. He was devastated.

Look, it is all in the notes.

Crosetti kept updating them,
in case he found something new.

Yeah, I've seen his notes, Mel!

- It's not an easy case.
- Yeah, and it's six months cold!

What am I supposed to do with this file?
There's nothing in it!

- Back off, Howard!
- Meldrick, we gotta head to the bank.

Yeah, sure I'm going
to the bank with you.

I'd rather have a root canal
than stick around here!

What do you say we go back
and interview these people again?

Maybe they'll remember something
they never remembered before.

OK.

Fine.

Let's start from scratch.

After you!

I don't fuss much when I'm by myself,

but every once in a while I cook

and the world stands still.

I follow my impulse and then throw
caution to the wind. I'm Italian.

- Italian?
- First generation.

Balangiare a la dolce vita!

- Northern Italian or southern?
- Both my parents are from the south.

My father's Siciliano, from Sicily,
my mother from Louisiana

and I make a mean gumbo.

- Amanda has some Creole blood.
- Is that so?

Oh, yeah! By the way of Rhode Island!
I grew up in Woonsocket,

but my great-grandmother
was from the Dominican Republic.

Amanda teaches history.

And I've got a class...
Unless anyone wants coffee...

No. No.

- OK, we'll take the check.
- Thanks.

Oh, no, please! My treat.

But you didn't invite me.

- I let you sit down, didn't I?
- Very well, if you insist.

But the next time it's on me. Deal?

It's a deal.

Hinks Bank! What kinda name is that
for a bank, anyway?

Whose idea was it to come to this one?

- Our lawyer's.
- What does it mean, Hinks?

Hopefully it means we'll be out in
less than an hour with our mortgage!

Sure you told us everything
about your past?

Are you a Weatherman
who went underground in the 70's?

- I was playing in the sandbox then.
- They recruited young!

- Detective Munch!
- Ingrid, right?

- Inger.
- Inger!

So, why did you invite us down?
Is something wrong with our loan

or did you have trouble verifying
our combined income?

- No, that's fine.
- What? Our credit report came in bad?

It's him, isn't it?

Listen, my credit is just fine, OK?
I carry a platinum card.

How many detectives you know
carry platinum? Not many.

So there's nothing wrong, is there?

- No, everything is fine.
- It is?

- Your loan has met final approval.
- Right.

So, then why did you call us down here?

It's our policy to give good news
face to face.

At Hinks Bank we like to put a happy
human face on everything we do.

Don't you try to do the same
in your jobs?

- We're detectives, Inger.
- I know.

- Homicide detectives.
- I know.

We never have any good news
to give anybody face to face, ever.

Never?

Well, hardly ever, unless a wife's happy
to hear their husband got shot, but...

Well, that's not never.

She has a point.

I think Tom Marans
is our prime suspect.

How old do you think that place is?
18th century?

I don't know about that kind of thing.

When the kids get back,
maybe I'll buy one of these.

The change would be good.
We need that right now.

The school's are probably good
around here.

Beth's mum say when
they're coming back?

Soon. Probably a day or two.

New house, new neighbourhood... yeah.

Beau, it...

Will you take another look
in Crosetti's file for me, please.

- The part about possible abuse.
- All right, OK...

Based on the report, Crosetti thought
Erica Chilton might have been battered.

Some scars, some old bone fractures.

310 Montgomery, right there.

Yes.

- Tom Marans?
- Uh-huh. What can I do for you?

We're Homicide. I'm Detective
Howard, this is Detective Felton.

- About time you showed up.
- What do you mean?

I've been leaving messages for weeks.
And no one bothers to return my calls.

- Where are those other two guys?
- The detective that was heading up

the investigation of the death
of your girlfriend, he passed away.

- The bald guy with the moustache?
- Yeah.

That's rough. I'm sorry.
He was great to me.

So, you like collecting things, huh?

Yeah. Erica and I used to go
to auctions together, the state sales.

She refinished the table by herself.

It took her four months,
a lot of mess.

I would never have had the patience.

You still keep in touch
with Erica's daughter?

Sure. We were together for three years.
That's half her life.

- She doesn't even see her own dad.
- You know where her dad is?

No. Erica lost track of him.
I have no idea.

OK. Why was it you were trying to
get in touch with Detective Crosetti?

I found these letters when I got around
to packing up Erica's stuff.

She never mentioned him. They're
benign but he was in love with her.

Yeah, well... we'll look into it.

We'd have been married by now.

So, what do you think? He's great, right?

He's sweet, but I'm not interested in...

- Mummy, let's get shrimp.
- Honey, you're interrupting.

I'm sorry, but can we? I love shrimp!

I know you love shrimp.
All right, hang on.

OK, here's $10.
Go ask the man for half a pound, OK?

OK. Thank you.

OK, so... Why? What's the problem?

I don't know, but I know
he's not for me.

Coward! You're afraid
to fall in love again.

- Mummy, do I like the jumbo kind?
- Yeah, honey, jumbo's fine.

- These are nice for this time of year.
- Amanda...

You know... Al's a wonderful man.

Hey, you are the one that always
has to be in love.

- I'm better on my own.
- Yeah, sure you are!

Listen, I'm not closing any doors,

but if it's meant to be,
I'll fall in love again, or not.

- Either way, I'm happy.
- Hmm...

I'm not so sure if that's a healthy
attitude or a fatalistic one.

Beau, pick up line three.

Felton.

Zach? You OK?

Ssh! Why are you crying, honey?

No, not at all. I'm gonna see you
real soon, pal.

Yeah!

Hello? Beth. Hey!

What are...

Your mum said that
you were coming home.

You can't just change your mind, Beth!
Damn it, Beth!

Beth... Beth?

We are now... incorporated.

Wow! We got a corporate account!

Did I just feel my sphincter move?
I wish Felicia could see me now.

I wish Gwen and Nancy and Maria,

and every woman in Baltimore
would step up to the plate.

- This'll brush them back, right?
- Absolutely!

They think they can dig in
and swing for the bleachers on me?

They'll be looking at John Munch
with new eyes.

- New eyes!
- Bobby!

Hey, hey!

Big day, huh?

- Did you get all the banking settled?
- Absolutely.

- Let's get on with the festivities.
- Hand over the down-payment cheque

made out to Hinks Bank.

Huh?

Here is your cheque
for the full purchase amount.

Here's your cheque
paying off my mortgage.

Here's your cheque
for the real-estate commission.

Here are the keys to the kingdom!

Voil!

- Contemplez!
- That's it! We're done!

You need to write a cheque for $2,000.

- Huh?
- What is that? Your fee?

- No, it's for Dram Shop insurance.
- That's not covered in the contract?

No.

Do we have $2,000?

Well, yeah... Yeah!

The EIV will give us a discount, right?

There are no discounts.
This is a standard fee.

"Hinks Life and Accident Insurance."
How about that? OK...

- If I can write one, I can write two.
- Take your time.

Hinks Life...

I'm on to new business. You said
drop the investigation, I dropped it.

Now I'm telling you
to get on it again.

- I got no leads.
- My wife's been missing a month.

How could you still have no leads?

Missing Persons isn't Homicide.
Cases move slower down there.

The only thing moving slowly, Roger,
is your fat butt!

Keep talking like that and your case
goes to the bottom of the bin.

With you in charge, it doesn't matter!

- I'll keep looking for my kids by myself.
- Look, be my guest!

Better yet, why don't you hire yourself
a good private investigator.

I can give you a list of names,
if you want.

All right.

Thanks.

Thank you for your time. Very good.
No, I got the number.

All right, thank you. Yeah. Bye.

It's nice of you to show up.
I was gonna send out a search party.

Sorry. We're placing calls
to the Chilton family today, right?

I'm almost done.

Those old injuries we thought
were abuse...

Erica's mother said she got trampled
by a horse when she was 14.

Spent five months on her back.

Nobody else knows anything.
Hey, Beau...

How about tonight you try
something different?

- Sleep in pyjamas.
- Oh...

- What's our next move?
- Let's look at those letters.

Find out who this guy is,
where he's from.

It may be nothing, but it's all I've got.

The letters.

Hey, Beau...

Give me a minute.

- What did you do with them?
- I threw them here in my pocket.

You checked your pocket four times.
You take them home with you?

- I don't know.
- You got bombed again last night.

- No!
- I thought that was over.

- I did not get bombed last night.
- You're disgusting! I can smell it!

Kay, I had a call from Beth last night.
It was...

Beau... I have to close this case,
you understand?

Yeah, I understand. I'm sorry.

I'll find the letters.
We don't know if they're anything...

That is not the point. You have
a responsibility to this job, to me,

and right now you're a liability,
so why don't you just take off?

Or have yourself another drink?

I gave you the letters!
The guy's name is right on there!

What are you asking me his name for?

Look, Detective Howard has
the letters and she's not reachable.

We were just hoping you could help
us out. I wanna get a head start.

Maybe you could recall
Erica's old boyfriend's name?

Alex something, I think. I don't know.

It's not like I wanted to keep reading
them over and over.

Right. Listen, I'm sorry. You don't
have to worry about it. It's...

She's probably waiting at the office
for me.

I won't bother you again.

Oh, Kay...

Frigging process takes forever.

Yeah, it's always too light,
too dark, isn't it?

Mmm.

- You gonna be long?
- Probably.

Contractor with a conscience
signed a bunch of cons up

on a work-release programme last year.

They gutted and restored a building
across the street from Chilton's place.

I'm hoping a neighbour
remembers seeing one of them

talking to her, or something.

- Hmm...
- What the hell does that mean?

I thought you had something.
From the boyfriend? A diary or...

Yeah, some letters.
I don't have them now, OK?

It's a long shot,
but it's better than nothing.

Well, you think maybe I could just...
jump in there real quick?

- Yeah, sure.
- I got a fresh one.

You go right ahead.

Thanks. Great.

- Hey, Megan!
- Hey, Al!

Thanks for inviting me
to lunch yesterday.

- I'm glad you could join us.
- I'd like to call Amanda,

repay my debt and take her out.

- Really?
- Why not, right?

- What?
- Al...

Walk with me, Al.

- She's been hurt a couple of times.
- Haven't we all?

Sure, but Amanda's twice divorced.
She...

She won't go to the next step
if it doesn't feel right.

Typical!

You know, I...
I should have seen this coming.

What? It's not personal,
it's chemistry, or something.

Yeah. Maybe it's... not chemistry,

maybe it's biology.

Maybe I'm too black.

What? Come on, you're not serious?

Yes, I am.

Women like Amanda never go
for a guy like me.

Wait, what are you talking about,
"women like Amanda, guys like you"?

Men whose skin's a little darker,

whose lips are a little fatter.

This is not a new thing.

So, you're saying that
Amanda won't go out with you

because you're blacker than she is?

Yes, I am.

Black women... like Amanda

feel like a man like me will bring
them down...

that we're no good,

that we're unclean.

Oh... Al...

I've known Amanda for a long time.

She has been fighting for equal rights
since she was 16.

She can't listen to a Polish joke without
going off on ethnic stereotyping!

I...

I can't tell you...

how many times
this has happened to me.

I once had a black woman that told me,

"I could never love you because

"because your nose... is too wide."

Still, I...

I think you're making an unfair
assumption, a generalisation.

You're being guilty of exactly the same
thing you say Amanda is guilty of.

I don't expect you to understand,

being a woman... and white.

I don't expect you to understand.

- What? You waiting on a suspect?
- No.

Then what's all this?

Photos and cases files
of felons working...

...across the street from Chilton's place.
Carpenters, bricklayers, loafers.

Yeah, well, patience is virtuous, huh?
Sometimes it's harder than work.

I'll find something, eventually.

Yeah.

Look, I know you think
you're a better cop than Crosetti

but he did what he could on this case.

I know that now.

This isn't about Steve, and his skill
or ability, it's about me, understand?

Sure.

But you could sit on a shot tower spitting
nickels and you still wouldn't solve this.

No, I will.

It's frustrating, I know.

Crosetti and I spent three months
on this murder

and he knew we were stuck
after the first four weeks.

It's just one of them cases.

Well, I've never had one of those cases.

Yeah, I know you haven't...

until now.

All right, four, five...

Hey, Gee!

You got a minute? Am I gonna be getting
a new partner any time soon?

I know working solo
might be Pembleton's style

but I like to work with somebody,
you know,

somebody I can bounce ideas off
and so forth.

I'm a collaborator at heart
and I know that

I ain't never gonna replace Crosetti
but it's time for me to move on.

Well, call Captain Granger,
call Colonel Barnfather.

Better still,
call the Deputy Commissioner.

I've been trying to reach him
for two weeks.

If you made the telephone call, he might
listen to you and get all misty eyed

and finally make a move.

Get this thing out of my way!

OK, you see what I mean?

He's been schizo for a few days, right?

First he's depressed when he has to
give out Crosetti's open cases,

but then he comes back from lunch,
he's practically floating.

Today he's furious.

Man! Talk about your mood swings!
Maybe it's hormonal.

I don't know what it is, but I know
Gee is doing the loop-de-Ioop.

I don't think it's healthy.
Maybe it's dangerous.

- What are we supposed to do?
- I don't know.

Something.

No, big man, don't go there!
Don't do it!

Did you eat anything?
I'm starving.

I'm busy.

Come on, I'll take you to Jimmy's,
warm your innards.

No, thanks, I'm skipping meals
for a while.

Something you wanted?

No, no.

Well, go and pull the door for me,
would you?

We are the Three Musketeers!

- Oh, yeah? Who am I?
- Name them, Munch.

You got Darlene, Annette and Cubby.

Just kidding! You want musketeers,
not mouseketeers. So you have...

- Aramis, Athos, Porthos, D'Artagnan.
- That's four, not three.

You can count better
than Alexandre Dumas.

That's why I'm in business with you
and not him.

- How are you coming along?
- I'm pushing all these buttons. Nothing.

But you're computer literate.

I am, with computers,
not with dinosaurs like this.

There's gotta be
an of operating manual.

- Hey, fellas!
- How do you open this?

- You got me. I never used it.
- How did you handle money?

From here... to here!

Excuse me! Excuse me!
What are you doing with our beer?

- This ain't your beer.
- Of course it is!

I have had it about up to here
with this, OK?

This morning, we kicked down
nine grand for so-called "incidentals"

- and you ain't taking the beer nowhere.
- We gotta. It's a state law.

State law! State law!
I'll talk to you about state law!

- We know state law.
- Chapter and verse!

The state code forbids transfer of liquor
from one owner to the next.

- Since when?
- Since the Baltimore Catechism!

Look, I'm out of the booze business.
I'm trying to keep you in compliance.

The County Sheriff's boys are gonna
come by to make sure the liquor is gone.

Now, you wanna give us a hand,
start clearing the liquor off the bar.

Well, I guess our grand opening
ain't gonna be so grand, huh?

You wouldn't have lunch with me.
How about dinner?

- I'm not hungry.
- I insist.

I've already eaten.

I still insist.

Kay, hi!

Hey, Lieutenant.

- What a mess, huh?
- Mmm.

Big bus crash, in addition
to the usual homicide crowd.

Piling up the bodies
all the way down the hall.

- Good luck finding yours!
- Gee gave me one of Crosetti's cases.

I was trying to put it down
as wrongful death,

respiratory failure due to the suffocation.

I have my doubts
so I'm gonna see if Scheiner

will back me up on exhuming the body.

Huh. What do you think
you're gonna find out?

Maybe she ingested something, made it
look like asphyxiation. It's happens.

Uh-huh. Something that wouldn't have
shown up

from the standard toxicological tests.

Yeah, maybe. The missing link.
I just have to find it, that's all.

Everyone keeps saying
this case is unsolvable.

So, you need to be
the one to put it down?

Yeah, you've got it.

We have a higher standard
to maintain, right?

They still don't know we're just as
good as they are, better sometimes.

You wanna be thought of
as a great woman detective?

Yeah! You were the first woman
shift commander here.

- Don't you wanna be thought the best?
- No. Not any more.

Making the comparison only compounds
what shouldn't be an issue.

Look at it like this,

would you rather be

the sole female hotshot detective
in Homicide

or one of a team of hotshots?

I am part of the team,
Lieutenant, and I'm a good detective.

Yeah. Isn't that enough?

Goodnight. Good luck!

You too.

As I stand here

I ponder greater things

You're no longer a part of

A part of your lover's dreams

So much for your

Common complications

So much for your

Constant desperation

For what's to come

It's all been...

We reach a certain age when
we realise we know less about life

than we did when we were 17.

Women get smarter.

When I was 17 I remember
I believed in life.

I trusted life. I believed there were
answers to questions. I had...

...hope.

A woman can affect a man totally.

How a woman feels about a man,
that's how he'll feel about himself.

His friends, his job...

Right now I wanna tell you

I hate myself.

I don't have any friends to speak of.
All I have is this job...

...and it disgusts me.

You like collard greens and cornbread?

- Not particularly.
- Because you never tasted my wife's.

That's all it would take,
no matter how bad a day it was.

She had that touch.

I remember how she used to touch me,
so gently on the cheek...

...and when she was dying...

...I remember how she touched me.

She said..."Remember...

..."how much I love you."

I'll never forget that.

It's hard to meet single women
on this job. You know?

You meet plenty of widows, sure,

but the timing just don't seem right.

I don't wanna be alone any more.

I find myself folding in.
I think this is what Crosetti found out

and I refused to recognise it in him
because I wouldn't see it in myself.

I understand.

I understand completely.

- Hello, Beau.
- Hey. Could we talk for a while?

Oh...

I don't know if that's
such a good idea.

Um... Do you wanna go home?

I was just on my way home. I thought
I'd stop by, see how you were doing.

Please.

- I spoke to my son last night.
- You found them? They're OK?

I don't know. Beth said she was coming
back. Then she changed her mind.

Zach sounded afraid, confused...

and then she took the phone from him
before he could tell me where they are.

You don't need to hear this. I'm sorry.

No, no, it's all right.

Really. If someone tried
to take Caroline away from me, I...

I can't even imagine what I would do.

I'm falling apart. It's like this
big hole's opened up underneath me

and I can't stop myself from falling.

I'm a big boy.
I'll land on my feet, right?

You know, when Mike died,
I almost died.

I felt...

I felt so angry.

You still are, I think.

- Maybe.
- Well...

...then it'll get easier.

How?

My family's what I've worked
for all my life.

My house isn't full
unless all of us are there...

...unless I'm there.

You're a good man.

Megan... I need to stay here
with you tonight.

I don't know. I don't know if that's...

No, I... Just, just here.

Quietly.

I miss my children.

All right... you just rest here
for a while, OK?

I'm scared, Megan

I know.

I know. I know.

All right!

- Kay, I've been thinking...
- Yeah.

What if the father of Chilton's child
came into town and murdered her?

Maybe he thinks this is the only way
he can get his daughter back.

That's very good thinking.
I checked it out

and the guy's been in Alaska
for two years, but I appreciate that.

You know something? I know
a good detective never gives up

but a good detective may,
when the time is right,

move along.

Could I please get a uniform to escort
Mr Hessler in there down to Holding?

He confessed to the murder
of Niels Richmar.

Yay!

Congratulations.

- I was lucky.
- Yeah, right!

All right!

- I'll get it.
- No, it's OK, I got it.

Howard, Homicide.

Yeah.

All right, hold on a moment...

Do you feel a change coming on

No

As I lay here

I wanna fall asleep

No longer
No longer

A part of your TV screen
No

A part of your TV dreams

I said so much for your
So much for your

Your common complications

So much for your

Constant desperation

For what's to come

It's all been

Written... down, yeah

Written down
Yeah, yeah, yeah

But I feel that a change is

A change is gonna come

I said I feel so alive now

And you know I feel a change is

A change is gonna come

Do you feel a change is gonna come

Do you feel a change
is gonna come...