All language subtitles for Homicide s05e09 Control.eng

Something's wrong with this phone.

It's not ringing.

Cos nobody's dead.
Enjoy the peace and quiet.

I hate peace and quiet.

Frank, staring at that phone
won't make it ring.

lt'll ring eventually.

And when it does,
Bayliss will be the primary.

Er... I'm ready for a case.

- I want you to take it slow and easy.
- Don't worry about me.

I won't...
as long as Bayliss is the primary.

Let me guess. Since me and Mikey
went to breakfast, the phone ain't jingled.

See? Not a single murder this week.
This ain't the Baltimore I know and love.

Baltimore Homicide.
I got it, Frank.

Go ahead...
Certainly. Uh-huh...

We'll be there.
A triple murder, Bolton Hill.

- My keys?
- I got 'em. I'm... I'm gonna...

- I'm gonna drive.
- Give...

- I'm driving.
- No, no. L-I got it.

Homicide, Lewis...

Gotcha.
We got another one, Exeter and Pratt.

Four murders in two minutes.

People are remembering
what town they come from.

Take Munch with you.

How you think I got to work?

- You drove.
- Yeah, I drove.

I got behind the steering wheel,
I put the key in the igni... igni...

in the ignition and I drove
all by my lonesome.

- So...
- OK.

Meet you half-way.
We'll have a coin toss.

No, no toin coss.
Come on.

- You just said, "Toin coss."
- What?

- Toin coss!
- No, coin toss!

- Coin toss, coin toss, coin toss...
- Coin toss.

Coin toss... Give me the keys.
Give me the keys.

- All right, you drive.
- Get in the car.

Get in the car!

- Is this about my trout?
- It wasn't the trout.

- Was the wine good?
- No, it wasn't the wine.

- What's the problem?
- You're too happy about everything.

- I'm trying to cheer you up.
- I don't wanna be cheered up.

You can't stay on the boat
any more, OK? I'm sorry.

You're gonna miss me!

So what do we have,
Officer Deutch?

Upstairs, dead woman, 32.
Cathy with a C, Clifton with a C.

In another bedroom,
her two boys, Robbie and Ken.

Forced entry?

No sign. The housekeeper, Althea Little,
discovered the bodies.

Is there a-a Mr Clifton?

An ex-husband, Lieutenant Commander
Alex Clifton, lives in Annapolis.

OK. The victims' names
are Robbie, Ken and Cathy Clifton,

two Cs, 32, er...
ex-husband... er... er...

- Er...
- Alex Clifton.

Alex Clifton, er...

Dr Cox, you know my partner,
Frank Pembleton?

- I do now. Hi.
- Oh, this is passion, this is hatred.

This is about twenty stab wounds.

Victim was stabbed twenty times.

And now for the worst part.
Follow me, please.

- Twins, 10 years old.
- Oh, jeez.

One shot each, through a pillow,
through the head, execution style.

OK, er... one shot each behind
the left ear, er... detached, cold.

Mother killed with rage,
children killed with... er... efficiency.

Two separate kinds of murders.
Two different killers?

Maybe. Or one killer
using two different weapons.

Right. Let's talk
to the housekeeper.

Right.

Kids will get to you every time.
I never get used to it.

Vic's name is Reggie Copeland.

From the tracks on his arms, the wound,
the proximity to a heroin market,

I'd say it was a heated dispute
about the symbolism of red and blue

in 18th-Century
French Romantic poetry.

- That... or a drug murder.
- Yeah, well.

OK, show of hands.

Who here saw what happened
and wants to step forward

and cooperate fully with the police
officers investigating this crime?

Heh, that's it.
Our work here is done.

This a joke to you?

- Who you talking to?
- I'm talkin' to you, bitch.

Bitch.
That man needs a humble.

Excuse me. You are on my crime scene
interfering with a police investigation.

- Interfering?
- That's right. Get your ass over here.

You trying to get our attention?

Yeah, if calling you a bitch didn't do it,
I was gonna leak on your car.

What's up?

- The corner boy that got killed.
- Reggie Copeland.

Yeah, he was selling drugs
for Junior Bunk.

Word was Copeland was turning in
less than he was supposed to.

Bunk shot Copeland?

I'm not making myself
an eyeball witness.

Let's just say you should ask Bunk
about Copeland's murder.

OK. Drop him off around the corner.
You know the drill.

Oh, by the way,
Junior Bunk sells Double-Star bags.

Double-Star bags?
Then he's working for Luther Mahoney.

You got that right.

Luther Mahoney.

I've never seen anything like it.

All that blood.

You worked for Mrs Clifton
for how long?

Six years.

And did Mrs Clifton have a boyfriend?

I guess you could call him a boyfriend.
I'd call him a fool.

- Did this fool have a name?
- Jimmy Sutter.

He has one of those hairdos
from the Fifties, all swooped up.

A-a-a duck's ass?

He's just a bartender at the Cat's Eye,
but he thinks he's a musician.

Huh. Did-did he
and Mrs Clifton ever argue, fight, er?

All the time.
Screaming at each other.

He hit her once or twice,
with her boys in the house.

That wasn't right.

- Terri, Terri, Terri.
- What do you want, Lewis?

What, I gotta want something?
OK. All right, I want your help.

The last timed I helped you,
my informant was shot to death.

Hey, look, I feel as bad
about Vernon Troy as the next guy.

- I kinda miss the smelly little junkie.
- So what do you want from me?

Well... I got a dead street slinger
by the name of Reggie Copeland.

Supposedly worked
for a dealer, Junior Bunk.

But I ain't got no sheet on this Junior.

He's no dealer. He's a gofer,
an errand boy for Luther Mahoney.

He's also Luther's nephew.

Junior was dealing Double-Star bags.

Any chance Uncle Luther was slipping
him a package and a couple corners?

Maybe, but I never saw Bunk
as much of a gangster.

Well, he just got himself a promotion.
You with me?

Another dance with Luther?

It's the least we could do
for Vernon Troy.

Take another crack at Luther Mahoney.

Cathy Clifton was a good neighbour.
I don't know what more I can tell you.

OK, thanks very much,
er... Mr... er...

- Burton. I've said it three times already.
- Thanks very much, Mr Burton.

Neighbour, a Mr Burton, er...

alleges that... er... er... the suspect,
the suspect... er...

entered the victim's premises last night
at approximately 11:30am.

- Er... pm, that's pm.
- Sutter's on shift at the Cat's Eye.

OK, let's go pick this fella up
and put him in the Box.

Hold on now. We'll talk to him,
but I also wanna talk to the ex-husband.

What? You wanna go to Annapolis,
when we got a suspect in Baltimore?

We-we-we should er...
we should interrogate this...

- Hey, hey.
...this fella...

One step at a time, slow and easy.
Remember?

L-I don't want to take it slow and easy.

We got a dead woman,
we got two dead 10-year-old boys.

Come on. And as far
as a murder suspect is concerned,

my money's on er...
it's on Duck's Ass.

Mr Sutter?

Mr Sutter, I'm Detective Bayliss.

Detective Pembleton,
Baltimore Homicide.

We're here to talk to you
about your girlfriend, Cathy Clifton.

What about her?

Well, your girlfriend
was found murdered this morning.

- What?
- Yeah.

I can't believe it.

Er... and what about her kids?

Oh, no.

Did you see Cathy last night,
Mr Sutter?

- Yeah, I did.
- How long did you stay at her house?

I only stayed a couple hours.

We got into a little fight
and she kicked me out.

- Got into a fight?
- What, you don't think I killed her?

No, I'm not saying that.

- That's why you're here, isn't it?
- We're here to ask some questions.

Well, ask anything you want.
I did not murder Cathy.

I didn't murder her two boys.

Let's see if old Junior Bunk
is as weak as people say he is.

I'll take the back.

Telegram for Mr Bunk!

He peeked out from behind the curtain
and ducked back inside.

Woo! Just that quick, huh?

You got skills enough for the rodeo.

Why do you run from us? We just
want to charge you with a murder.

- Murder?
- Murder of Reginald Copeland.

The boy you had working for you
at Pratt and Exeter.

Oh, come on now.

A gangster like you
fretting over catching a body?

Come on.
You got to buck up, my brother.

It wasn't like that.
I didn't nobody to catch no bullet.

You know, Junior,
you have the right to remain silent,

but, I must admit,
a good cry can do a man wonders.

Got a suspect in the Clifton murders?

Yeah, it's the boyfriend, Jimmy Sutter.
He's got a record for assault.

There's also
an ex-husband in the case, Gee.

A naval officer in Annapolis,
Lieutenant Commander Alex Clifton.

Ride to Annapolis. If Sutter is the killer,
you may get leverage from Clifton.

- He might throw dirt on the boyfriend.
- That's my thinking exactly.

Well, take this ride to Annapolis
and I'll get er... Sutter in the Box.

You're gonna interrogate him?
This case is mine.

- You don't consider him a suspect.
- I never said that.

Er... gentlemen.

I want you both to go to Annapolis,
then you both interrogate Sutter.

L-l-I can...
conduct an interview by myself.

Now, teamwork, gentlemen.
Remember, teamwork.

Exactly.

So I hear that you're the reason
coffee is so good at Homicide. A-ha!

Yeah, when I lose my badge,
I can go work at the Daily Grind.

That's what I like about you,
Kellerman, this positive attitude.

I'm going nuts.

Waiting for the Grand Jury summons,
waiting for the other shoe to drop.

It's just...
It's just this waiting that's killing me.

What other choice do you have?

- I dunno, quit, give up, go catch marlin.
- No, no, no, don't do that.

- Why?
- Cos I'd miss your coffee.

You gave Reggie Copeland
a $1000 package.

He's supposed to give you 600
and keep the rest,

only it's $300 short.

That's a pretty good reason
to kill a guy in my book.

- It wasn't like that.
- Oh, he wasn't short?

I don't know.

Everybody's a little short,
with spillage and all.

Spillage? Tut!

Copeland is dead, Junior,
now you're gonna have to talk to us,

or you'll end up wearing this murder
all by your lonesome.

- Let me tell you a story.
- Good. We like stories.

All right. I'll tell it,
but I gotta stay monogamous.

Monogamous?

You know, monogamous?

You change my name,
move me to a different city?

I'll tell you,
but I gotta remain monogamous.

Monogamous.

We're gonna protect you, Junior.

We'll give you breakfast in bed
if you want,

but you gotta talk to us
about Luther Mahoney. Uncle Luther.

You know Luther's my uncle?

- We know everything, Junior.
- Everything.

I'll go call the State Attorney.

- Have you notified Clifton?
- No.

- So he doesn't know his wife's dead.
- He knows. They told him.

What do you mean?
Channel 11 got here first?

- It happens.
- Where's Clifton now?

- Jogging, inside the quad.
- OK.

Daniels, you talked to Clifton
before the police got here?

Is he a suspect?

Hey, get... No comment.

He was pretty shaken up.

That have to do with you
pushing a camera in his face,

finding out his wife and children
are dead from a reporter?

- I didn't know that he didn't know.
- Oh! You just got lucky, huh?

Commander Clifton, can you tell us
who possibly might wanna kill your wife?

Oh, er... I don't know.
She was seeing someone.

- Some musician type...
- Jimmy... Jimmy Sutter?

Yes. S-she was afraid of him.
She told me that he threatened her.

Right. Yeah, we know that.

- Have you arrested him?
- We-we're talking to him.

Commander Clifton, where were you
last night, this morning?

I was working late.
My secretary can verify that.

And er... I went home
and-and came back early.

- What time?
- It was around 6:00.

When was the last time
you spoke to your ex-wife?

- Last night.
- L-last night?

Yeah, she...

She told me
she wanted to get back together.

We were gonna meet tonight,
discuss a reconciliation.

Oh, come on.
Sutter-Sutter killed her.

He-he-he finds out
that she's gonna leave him,

go back to the ex-husband.

He goes ballistic, ba-da-bing!

- Maybe.
- What?

Alex Clifton finds out that
his soon-to-be reconciled-with wife

and two sons are brutally murdered,
and he goes for a run?

People react differently to death.
I don't see a problem.

I dunno, I wish that we'd been the ones
to tell Clifton about his family.

- I like to see that first reaction.
- You don't have evidence against him.

- Got a feeling.
- A what?

- A feeling.
- A feeling?

Yes, Frank, a feeling.

I got a feeling, too.
I feel that the boyfriend did it.

I had to tell my uncle I was short $300
on the last couple of half-ounces.

And you know Luther,
he gets to jumping bad,

talkin' about how I'm lettin'
my own crew take advantage.

- What did Mahoney do at that point?
- He picked up the phone.

He called up this crazy cat he knows
from Philadelphia, Franklin Chubb.

'He told him to get on the train
and come down.'

'He wanted this man
to come to Baltimore for what? '

To kill someone.

And who was Franklin Chubb
supposed to kill?

Luther asked me which of my crew was
short 300. The truth is I don't know.

I'm over twenty, thirty thousand a day.

I don't know who messed up $300.

- But you named Reggie Copeland.
- Somebody's name had to ring out.

Luther didn't bring Franklin
to Baltimore just to play.

And Franklin Chubb shot Copeland
at Pratt and Exeter the next morning?

I wasn't there,
but I know it came to pass.

Luther paid Franklin with three halves
for doing the work right.

Let me get this straight here.

Luther Mahoney paid the gunman
$5000 in heroin to do a murder

because he was cheated
out of £300 in heroin.

Luther's big on principle.

I'll call the phone company,
get Mahoney's records.

- Maybe he made a call to Philadelphia.
- NCIC's sheet on Franklin Chubb.

Twenty-four, he has two residences,
Kensington and North Philly.

Get an interstate warrant.
You and Lewis, head north.

- What about me?
- You will keep our star witness

free from want,
fear and Luther Mahoney.

I stay with him?

I'll get some plainclothes officers
on 24-hour detail.

Get a hotel room outside the city.

It's shaping up nicely. Junior's testimony
will prove Mahoney planned the murder.

- All we need is to get the shooter.
- City of Brotherly Love, here we come.

♪ Miami, Florida

♪ Atlanta, Georgia

♪ Raleigh, North Carolina ♪

Franklin Chubb,
you're under arrest.

First degree murder of Reggie
Copeland. Get him outta here.

Why are you so happy?

I'm thinking about Mahoney's face
when he finds out he's facing 15 to life.

Come on, we got just enough to catch
the midnight train to Baltimore.

You got nothing in Annapolis?

We checked Clifton's alibi,
he was working until 3:00

and was back into work
at 6:00 next morning.

That leaves three hours
unaccounted for.

Ha-ha-hang on. We have few reasons
to suspect the husband

when we got the boyfriend
in the Box. So-so... s-so...

- All right, let's go on this guy then.
- OK.

- OK?
- What?

Since your stroke you haven't
been in the Interrogation Room.

- Oh, for God's sake. I'm fine.
- Just asking.

- What?
- Just asking.

- I did not kill her.
- Mr Sutter, calm down.

No pressure, just three guys in a room,
having a conversation.

Yeah. OK.

- So... when did you first meet Cathy?
- Nine months ago.

She got divorced
two months after we met.

If your next question's am I the reason
for the divorce, the answer's no.

- No, my next question is about the fight.
- What fight?

The fight. The fight you had with Cathy
on the night that she er... passed away.

- What was that fight all about?
- Cathy didn't need a reason to fight.

Were you aware that
Cathy had called her husband,

her ex-husband,
asking for a... reconciliation?

Yeah.
She made the call right in front of me.

How'd that make you feel?
Were you angry?

Yeah, it made me angry.

Every time she got mad at me,
she'd get him on the phone.

She'd make all kinds of things up.

She'd make stuff up like er... like what,
like you were hitting her?

- I only hit her one time.
- Oh, one time.

- I apologised for that, she forgave me.
- Uh-huh.

Look, I got a temper, OK.
But basically I'm a peaceful cat.

You're a peaceful cat?

Coming from a guy who was arrested
three times for assault in one, one year.

- That was self-defence.
- Arrested once, hey, you're entitled.

Arrested twice, it's Baltimore,
home of the bar brawl.

But three times in one year, maybe
you have emotional control problems.

At least I've got emotions,
not like her old cold fish of an ex.

Cathy liked my temper.

How well do you know
Commander Clifton?

- I never met him.
- But she told you about him.

Yeah, she told me. She told me
they never fought, and she hated that.

What, she was unhappy
because they didn't fight?

It's frustrating, trying to pick a fight
with someone, only they never bite.

Er... keep going Frank.
I'll be right back.

- How's Pembleton doing in there?
- Oh, er... great.

It's Frank in the Box,
it's like coming home.

- Where are you going?
- Chasing a feeling, Gee.

Luther Mahoney.

Detective Lewis.
What can I do for you?

Just dropping by to tell you we bumped
into a friend of yours yesterday.

As matter of fact, we arrested
a friend of yours... Franklin Chubb.

Don't know the man.

He knows you. He said
you had him murder Reginald Copeland.

Reginald Copeland... Copeland?
Name doesn't ring any bells.

Luther, it gives me great pleasure

to charge with you conspiracy
in the murder of Reggie Copeland.

We got the shooter,
we got the weapon.

- And a witness gave us the whole story.
- Story's a good word for it.

My nephew has a vivid imagination.

Nephew.

- You hear anything about a nephew?
- I haven't seen him since yesterday.

And we both know Junior's... personality.
You're hanging your case on Junior?

That's very ambitious of you
and the State Attorney,

but ultimately a waste
of your time and mine.

- Hook him up, please, Officer.
- Come on. You can lock me up today.

But you know me, Detective.
Tonight I'll be buying you a drink.

'Commander Clifton,
Dawn Daniels from WBAL.'

'Your wife and children
were found murdered... '

There, there, there!
Do you see that?

A second before hearing the news,
his knees buckled.

He reacts with grief
before knowing...

She was talking
about his wife and his child.

No, he knows what he's gonna hear.
He's guilty.

A man with no emotions.
He's faking a reaction, Gee.

Go to Annapolis,
bring him back to Baltimore.

- That's all I need.
- Wild goose chase.

- Lieutenant, do you live alone?
- I do.

Don't you miss coming through the door
and seeing someone happy to see you?

- Yes, I do.
- I was hoping you'd say that.

- Why?
- I need a place to stay for...

- Absolutely not.
- You said if I...

The day I get that lonely,
I'll go out and get a dog.

I don't want you sleeping
in the Squad Room anymore.

- You're stinking up the place.
- I'm not sleeping in here!

What up, Luther?

You know my nephew, Junior Bunk?

Word is they got him tucked away,
under lock and key.

- Well, I gotta get a message to him.
- Not a problem.

- Hello.
- So you talked to Sutter?

- We did.
- And he's guilty, right?

You know, I'm kinda curious.

If you're so positive that Jimmy Sutter
murdered your ex-wife and your children,

why didn't you tell the police
in Annapolis?

- I was upset. I wasn't thinking clearly.
- Right. You were upset and ran.

Well, running calms me down.

When I'm upset, emotional,
I need to run.

You don't like getting emotional,
do you?

What's that supposed to mean?

Now, Mr Sutter said that...

that you and your wife
never ever had a fight,

that you never got mad with your wife.

There are ways to resolve problems
without two people screaming.

You didn't resolve them.
You got divorced.

Is it... is it warm in here?

Yeah, it is a little bit.

Yeah, we got a problem with
the whole heating system in here.

We got er... old pipes.

But... er... Cathy left you.

Well, no, Cathy didn't leave me.
It was a mutual decision.

That's not what it says
in the divorce petition.

- You have our divorce record?
- It's part of the investigation.

All right, this petition lists Cathy
as the plaintiff, you see?

Yeah, w-what does this
have to do with Cathy's murder?

- We should be talking about Sutter.
- Uh-huh.

- What can you tell us about him?
- He hit her.

On more than one occasion, she called
and said he was threatening her.

And er... what'd you feel about that?

Like I wanted to kill the son of a bitch.
How do you think?

C-can't you just
turn down the heat?

No, the thermostat's in our Captain's
office, and he-he likes it hot, so...

Now, Commander, didn't you er...
ever, ever confront Sutter?

Well, it wasn't my business.
It was Cathy's personal life.

Well, how about your sons?
I mean, aren't they your business?

I loved my sons. If I thought they were
in danger, I wouldn't have let that go by.

- You have high blood pressure.
- What?

You secretary told us
when we went to check on your er... alibi.

She's concerned about your health,
how that might affect you.

- She has nothing to worry about.
- They call it the silent killer.

I would know. I have it.

I'm on medication.
It's under control.

- What are you on?
- Lopressor.

Lopressor? A-are you-you
having trouble with side effects?

- No.
- No fatigue, no lethargy, no...

Hey, Frank,
let me talk to you outside.

I'm trying to get to the bottom
of these side effects.

I know, I know. Now.

Oh, er... excuse me, Commander.
We'll be right back.

What?

What are you doing
bringing up his blood pressure?

Y-you were right.
Is that what you want to hear?

You were right, I was wrong. Clifton's
guilty. Is that why you dragged me here?

No, no, Frank. It isn't about being right,
being wrong, no.

What? Y-you want to take a shot
at him all by yourself. Is that it, huh?

You know something, you and me,
we're just... we are so out of rhythm.

After four years, you'd take a tack,
and I'd know what you were doing...

- Right.
...and we trusted each other's moves.

- It was beautiful.
- It was before.

Remember that interview
with the boyfriend? You walked out!

You didn't tell me where you were going.
You don't trust me.

- That's not what I'm talking about.
- What are you talking about?

I don't know where you're going in there,
or what questions you're gonna ask.

I don't know... See? I don't know
if your head is gonna explode!

Now, I had to be in that Box,
and I watched you stroke out in there,

and I can't do that again,
it just... it doesn't interest me.

L-i-is that it?
You don't wanna work with me

cos you think I'm gonna have
another stroke on you?

No. I want us to be on the same page
with this guy...

Stop lying to me.

I'm a cop, you're a cop, we're cops.
Cops die.

Partners die.
Everybody dies!

Get over it.

- Come on, you're-you're ready...
- Yeah. Are you?

Open the door.
Open the door.

- 'Bonjour. '
- Hello. Megan Russert, please.

- 'Who's this? '
- This is Brodie.

- 'Who? '
- JH Brodie from Baltimore.

- 'Brodie, how are ya? '
- Megan?

- 'Yeah.'
- I'm good.

Things are great over here.
I mean, er... how's France?

- 'Très jolie, as they say here.'
- How's your daughter?

- 'Fantastic.'
- Your new husband?

- 'Great.'
- You're not really pregnant, right?

'What do you want, Brodie? '

I was just thinking er... about
that nice brownstone that you have.

Do you have anyone house-sitting,
because I'm presently without a place?

- 'You're kidding? '
- No, I got evicted...

'Did Munch put you up to this? '

Hello? Megan?
Hello?

Hello?

I love this show.

Hope that's lunch.
I'm starving.

- Yeah?
- Room service.

Leave it out there now.
Thank you.

How did this happen? Mahoney's
in lockup. How'd he get to Bunk?

It's Luther Mahoney. The Detail Officers
swear they never left the room.

I want their names, I want their badges.

Have a seat.
We're just getting started.

So let me understand this,
Mr Russom.

Your client says that all his previous
statements to law officers are fictional,

and he wishes to make a statement
in the murder of Copeland

that is exculpatory of Luther Mahoney?

Luther Mahoney had nothing to do
with the murder of Copeland.

My client will testify to that.

If your client wants to back up
on his statement, that's his choice,

but he runs the risk of being charged
with perjury and false report.

We know the implications.

Have you been listening to this?
You could be looking at ten years.

That's ten years, Junior.

There's no guarantee
your uncle won't come back on you.

Be serious. I'm all right with Luther.
Who you think got me this lawyer?

Are you gonna let
this Bunk punk off the hook?

I can't force him to tell the truth.

Mr Russom,
you and your client may leave.

But if he testifies falsely in open court,
he will be charged with felony perjury.

I got to live in this world.

You just let Luther Mahoney walk, again.

I'm looking for a Detective Kellerman.

Yeah, that's me.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Just what I always wanted, a summons
to appear before the Grand Jury.

So you appear before the Grand Jury.

Worst comes to worst, you plead
the Fifth. Am I right, Dr Cox?

I wouldn't know. I'm not a lawyer.

You really can't do anything
about the heat in here?

Well, it is warm in here.

Take off your jacket, Commander.

Get comfortable.
You're gonna be here a while.

Yeah, all right.

I've always favoured the dress blues
of the US Navy.

Crisp, clean, traditional.

Great. I'd like to talk
about Cathy, your wife.

My ex-wife...
Would you mind not doing that?

- Hmm?
- Thank you.

So, how well did you two get along
after the divorce?

We got along fine.

- Do you smoke?
- No.

- Drink?
- Occasionally.

- But not as much as Cathy did.
- Yeah.

I mean, we know that Cathy was a...
I mean, that she drank profusely.

I would've preferred
she not drink so much, yes.

Would you also have preferred
that she not have affairs?

- What?
- You know, affairs...

Yeah, she had an affair with Jimmy
Sutter two months before she left you.

- That doesn't matter.
- Er... That-that doesn't up-upset you?

Cathy was impulsive.
I never held that against her.

Wait a minute.

She had an affair, and she left you
for the man that she had an affair with.

- You're OK with that?
- I adjusted to being divorced.

I didn't like it,
but I accepted my situation.

She left you, she came here
to Baltimore, she brought your kids.

- You paid alimony, Commander?
- Cathy didn't work.

Oh, so you bought that-that townhouse?
You-you paid for the furniture?

You-you bought that gorgeous little bed?

Yeah, that bed that Sutter sleeps in.

He's sleeps with your wife,
Meanwhile, what are you doing?

You're alone in Annapolis.
Do you have a girlfriend, Commander?

No, I don't.

So you spend a lot of time alone,
working until 3:00am,

while your wife drinks with her boyfriend
who's new daddy to your sons,

and that doesn't upset you?

No.

Well, you're a better man than I am,
cos uh, l-I would be furious.

Oh!
Whoa! I'll get it.

Give me...

Let me help there.

Don't ruin...
Give me the damn jacket now!

Now! Now! Now!

This was how you felt
when you killed her.

This rage made you stab her
twenty times.

She divorced me.

Walked out, screaming to high heaven
that I made her feel like she wasn't alive,

that she was dead inside.

So I became a divorced man.

Then two nights ago, she calls me.

She says our divorce was a mistake.

She said she loved me.

Well, I couldn't let her do that.

We decided to be divorced.

She said she didn't love me.
She couldn't change her mind.

We made a decision,
and we had to stick with that.

I could not let her change things again.

I wouldn't let her do that to me.

I wouldn't let her.

- Shouldn't you be with your wife, Lewis?
- She's visiting her mum.

Have another one.
On the house. Get you drunk.

Why not? I'm entitled.
This day couldn't get any worse.

I wouldn't necessarily say that.

So this is the infamous cop bar.

The Waterfront.

It's very er... quaint.

What do you want, Luther?

Mmm. I just came to show
that I have no hard feelings.

And I would like to buy a drink
for the house.

What, no takers?

- What about you, Terri?
- I'm not thirsty.

Why don't you see if they got
some Newports in the machine?

I remember when I was first
coming up as a patrolman.

My sergeant told me that sometimes
you're gonna have to clear the corner.

No big thing,
you just invite everybody to move on.

For most people, that's enough.

The police tell you to move along,
you're gonna move along.

Except every once in a while, there's
gonna be some knucklehead fool...

...that's gonna stand there
on your corner talking trash.

And then he said,

"Don't you ever,
ever let no knucklehead stand there,

"because the minute you do that,

"the minute you let somebody
shame you, you're done as a beat cop."

And what he suggested that I do
is that I take my nightstick

and I pop him upside the head so hard

that everybody who hears it
knows who had the last word.

You're on my corner.

Phew!

I'll drink to that.

My partner thought
you were guilty right off.

But I didn't,
because I thought...

...why would a man kill his own sons?

You killed your wife with a knife,
with er... passion, with brutality...

But you shot the boys.

It's painless, efficient.

Why?

What was that?

Mercy?

Did I?

Is that what I d-did?
Did I show them mercy?

- Hey.
- Hey. What brings you here?

- You.
- Me?

Getting a Grand Jury summons puts
a damper on your day, I would think.

- Yeah.
- You need company?

Thanks.

- Er... do you want a beer or something?
- Well...

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