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Homicide, sweet homicide.

Our long exile is finally over.

We've only been on rotation three months.

- Felt like six. - Hmm.

[suspenseful music playing]

Come on, Frank, you hated Robbery as much as I did.

No, I loved Robbery.

Robbery was, uh, relaxing.

Right, right, right. All those petty criminals and their pokey little crimes.

Take the wallet, pawn the bracelet, keep the cash.

I mean, Homicide would give me death.

- Think they missed us? - Oh, of course they did.

You see, now, rotating detectives

on bureaucratic principle, that's one thing.

But expecting a unit full of wannabes

from Auto and Burglary to be solving a murder, that's quite another, my friend.

Ah, Gee will be glad to see us.

Oh, Gee will be thrilled to see us.

[Barnfather] I can't tell you how proud we are of the Homicide unit.

As of this afternoon's arrests,

our clearance rate is higher than it's been in the past five years.

Hey, Gee.

- Pembleton. Bayliss. - [Pembleton] Hey, we're back.

Oh, good.

Wait, what-- what's going on with...

Oh, I'd say he's beyond thrilled.

[*]

- Hey, guys. - [Pembleton] Hey.

[Bayliss] John, John, what's happening here?

Didn't you hear about it? Gharty and Ballard solved the Rico case.

- Ballard? Who's Ballard? - That's Ballard.

Laura Ballard, flavor of the month, detective du jour.

[Pembleton] Which makes the rest of us--

Well, the phrase "chopped liver" comes to mind.

- [Bayliss] What, you don't like her? - I love her.

We're all getting citations of merit.

Welcome back. Excuse me, I gotta get my picture taken.

Homicide, sweet homicide.

[all chuckling]

Now you, you better put your money on the Eagles this week.

[*]

[engine revving]

[tires squealing]

[theme song playing]

[music fades]

[Giardello] Black, black, black.

Black, black, black, black, black, black.

Black.

We get the, uh, picture, Gee.

[Giardello] Not since I came to Homicide

have I seen the shift be so fine on the record.

Well, murder rates go up and down. So do clearance rates.

The weather, the phases of the moon.

- A run of luck. - No, luck has nothing to do with it.

Connie's turning out to be a fine investigator.

And Ballard, oh, she's a godsend.

- And Falsone! Hey, goomba. - Hey, buddy.

[chuckles] He's no slouch himself.

Uh, Gee, what happened to the rest of our old unit?

I know that Lewis, he went to Vice.

Kellerman's with Auto. They'll both be back today.

- Well, what about Howard? - She's still in the Fugitive squad.

- Detective Ballard. - [Ballard] Yeah, Lieu?

- Lieu? - Lieu's short for, uh, lieutenant.

Detective Ballard, I wanna to introduce you

to Frank Pembleton, Detective Tim Bayliss.

- [Bayliss] Hi. - You already know Stu Gharty.

Yeah, listen, congratulations on the Rico case.

- We got lucky. - Oh, that's not what I heard.

- Laura comes to us from, uh-- - Seattle.

Yeah, we heard about it from your interview that you were giving the news.

Seattle's a great town.

Yeah, if you like the rain, right?

- [all chuckle] - Well, spend some time.

Get to know each other.

So, um, you left Seattle because, uh...

What can I say? Uh, Grunge died, huh?

[both chuckling]

So you're a, uh, three-year Homicide vet

with a spotless record.

Late 20s, single.

Hmm, I know a couple things about you, too.

Frank Pembleton, um, a relaxed,

low-key, Type B kind of guy.

You love working with people.

And every now and then, you get a suspect in The Box

and you manage to eke out a confession.

You nailed him exactly, especially the eking out part.

- [Ballard] Ah, good. - So what else?

A good detective never reveals everything she knows.

- Touché. - Hmm.

- [Gharty] Welcome back, guys. - [Pembleton] Thanks a lot.

Yeah.

Hey, I do like her.

You would.

Oh, no. No.

No, no, no. Gee!

Ballard's using your desk.

So-- so reassign her somewhere else.

What-- what?

When Lewis and Kellerman come back,

we'll talk about new sitting arrangements.

What am I supposed to do in the meantime?

Share. [chuckling]

I'm going back to Robbery.

[tense music playing]

Hey, Gee.

- Go away, Lewis. - What?

What, you're not even gonna give me a hug

my first day back on Homicide?

It feels like you never left.

Using our coffee machines, eating up our donuts.

Yeah, well, you know, them guys up in Vice,

they wouldn't know a cruller from a crumpet.

It's good to be back, Gee. Good to be home.

What do you want, Lewis?

[sighs] A new partner.

I don't wanna work with Kellerman no more.

- Why? - Why?

- Why? - Um, no real reason.

You know, it's just, uh, I don't know...

It's a time of transition, a flux.

To everything, there is a season.

Okay, okay. Partner with Falsone.

Falsone? Well, I kind of hoped I'd get someone a little more my size--

Get out before I change my mind.

Later, Gee.

Hey, Gee, your dry-cleaner called.

They said your tux would be ready at five o'clock.

- Excellent. - Getting out the old penguin suit.

Special occasion, huh?

Felix Wilson is, uh,

being honored by the University of Maryland.

His wife is a friend of mine,

and I've been invited to, uh, sit at their table.

The Felix Wilson? Fabulous Felix, the Snack Cake King?

Yes, the Felix Wilson.

There's a lot we don't know about you, isn't there, Gee?

You know everything you need to know about me, Munch.

Good night.

[tense music playing]

- Hey. - Kellerman, how are you?

Good. Uh, great, actually.

They're rotating me back to Homicide.

Yeah, I haven't seen much of you lately.

Oh, you know, working Auto,

there's not much reason to visit the morgue, is there?

No, I guess not.

[man clears throat]

- So? - So.

- How have you been? - Uh...

You know, fine.

Working on the dead for a living.

Bodies, bones, formaldehyde, that sort of thing.

[Kellerman] You get away at all?

Yes, I took my mother to a spa for her birthday.

You went to a spa?

Uh, yeah, I know. I know.

It was fresh air, I was climbing mountains

and sitting alone in the dark with my thoughts.

Boy, do I hate sitting alone with my thoughts. [chuckles]

You should have gone to Club Med.

- You know, I-- I better-- - Yeah, I gotta get going.

Maybe I'll run into you at the Waterfront.

No, I've been trying to stay away from there.

Right. Okay.

[upbeat jazz music playing]

[Felix] May I propose a toast to the most beautiful,

most intelligent woman in the room, my wife, Regina.

[Giardello] Hear, hear.

And I thank God she married me instead of you, Al.

Oh, you know, it's still not too late, Regina.

- Will you run off with me? - [chuckles] Run? Not in these heels.

Did I tell you she's also the most faithful woman in the room?

- To Mom. - [Regina] All right, enough.

This evening is about your father.

Who wouldn't be here today without you.

She's right about that, honey.

[Lenny] Ladies and gentlemen,

may I have your attention, please?

- [Hal] Come on, Pop. - Oh, I hate making speeches.

It's my privilege to introduce our honoree,

a man well-known and well-loved,

certainly by all of us in this room this evening.

Where the hell are my notes?

[Lenny] A man who has given his talents

and also his fortune to improving the lives

of our young African-Americans in the inner cities.

- No, not just Baltimore... - You are a goddess.

[Lenny] ...but all around the entire country.

So without further ado, Felix Wilson.

[applause]

Okay, bye.

- [Pembleton sighs] - [Bayliss] How's Mary?

Oh, she's just at that stage

where she's tired of being pregnant.

She wants this baby to come already.

[phone ringing]

- You gonna get that? - [ringing continues]

We're off shift in 15 minutes.

You guys want me to take that call?

Homicide, Pembleton.

Uh-huh.

Okay.

Yeah, we'll be right down. Thanks.

Well, we're back in business. Murder!

- [Bayliss] Murder! - At the Belvedere Hotel.

There's some sort of function going on down there with over 200 people.

They found a body in the, uh, second-floor men's room.

Well, that is the perfect place for us to make a comeback.

Yeah. Hey, Munch, where's Brodie?

PBS aired his documentary. He won an Emmy.

- Moved to LA. - An Emmy.

[scoffs] They give those things to anybody.

- You guys need some help? - Thanks anyway, Seattle.

A hotel murder and you don't want backup?

Look, Bayliss and I can handle it alone, okay?

Wait, wait, wait. Can we, Frank?

You know, with the employees and the guests,

and an extra 200 at this function?

Frank, that's a lot of people.

Fine, we'll make this a road trip.

That means you too, Munch. Come on, let's get out of here.

Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go!

[Lewis] Well, you invited me to dinner.

Now you're complaining about the check.

[Falsone] I think you owe me another four bucks.

[Lewis] What are you talking about?

Hey, you have the French fries and gravy, right?

- Yeah, but we shared. - Shared?

- I had, like, three of your fries. - Three? You are a cheap--

Hey, this how you partner with a new guy, huh? You count French fries?

What the-- Get down, get down, get down!

[Lewis] Where is he? Where is he? Where is he?

- [Falsone] Get down! - [glass shatters]

Number 13, officers need assistance.

Shots fired. We need--

[glass shattering]

- [Falsone] Keep-- keep driving. - [tires screeching]

[*]

Damn!

Gee ain't in his office.

They're trying to get a message to him.

Not exactly the start of a beautiful partnership, huh?

You get shot at all the time?

Who the hell says they were aiming at me, huh?

You got an angry ex-wife?

Not that angry.

We put out a description of the motorcycle citywide,

but without a tag number, so far, nothing.

Yeah, well, it's been over an hour. That guy's long gone.

TAC found a couple of .50 caliber casings about three blocks away.

...50 ca-- Jeez.

Whew, man. Lucky you the guy wasn't a good shot.

- Oh, boy. Here come the brass. You know what that means. - [Falsone] Yeah, paperwork.

- Lewis, Falsone, did the shooter know you were police? - Maybe not.

Well, until we know what motivated the attack,

I want all plainclothes officers wearing vests.

Lewis, used to work in Homicide, huh?

As far as I know. Why?

A radio-related message.

There's been a shooting over on Brentwood Street.

A woman was murdered.

What, they want us to take the call?

They say you're closest to the scene.

[Barnfather] Take a squad car.

And for God's sake, put on your Kevlar.

- [Lewis] Got it. - [Falsone] Let's roll. Can we get a lift from one of you guys?

[suspenseful music playing]

Looks like someone slammed her head up against this sink,

dragged her into the stall, then tried to clean up the mess.

[sighs] I don't suppose you can tell us

what she was doing in the men's room.

Women's room had a line?

Detectives Pembleton and Bayliss, this is John Kelly,

- the general manager of the hotel. - Pardon my gloves, sir.

I've got a room full of Baltimore's most prominent citizens right behind that door.

- I understand. Who found the body, sir? - A maintenance man.

And, uh, you got a look at the body?

- Unfortunately. - [Pembleton] Do you recognize her?

- One of your employees? - Never seen her before.

[Bayliss] Hmm.

Maybe she's here for this big blue fandango.

Oh, no. The way that she's dressed, I doubt it.

- Do regular hotel guests have access to this area? - [John] Not during an event.

[Pembleton] Okay, we're gonna need a list of all the guests in the ballroom

so we can interview them one at a time.

It's after ten o'clock, Detective.

The event's winding down. People will be leaving.

No, they won't.

I wanna thank you all for coming.

A special thanks to Lenny Moore,

and I know the-- the applause you're about to hear

will be because I'm finally leaving the stage.

- Good night, everybody. - [applause]

[jazz music playing]

Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me, excuse me, excuse me.

I'm Detective Frank Pembleton

from the Baltimore Police Department.

We've had an incident at the hotel tonight.

I'd like to ask everyone to please remain in their seats

until given further instructions.

I apologize for any inconvenience,

and we know you all have someplace to be,

so we'll, uh, get you out as soon as we possibly can.

- Thank you. - [guests murmuring]

What the hell's going on?

There's a dead woman in the men's room.

[police radio chatter]

- Who is she? - We don't know.

There's no purse, no wallet, no ID.

I want to talk to Al Giardello.

This isn't the place for you to be.

Regina, honey, let's go back to our seats.

Oh, God. Oh, no.

Felix, it's Malia.

[somber music playing]

You know this woman?

Her name is Malia Brierre.

She works for us.

[*]

- Say, Doc, what you got there? - [Scheiner] White female.

- Bullet in the noggin. - She got a name?

- [Stivers] Molly Bowman. - [Lewis] Hey, Stivers, what're you doing here?

I saw her get shot.

Whoa, Terri, what do you mean, you saw her get shot?

I'm working Burglary.

I was taking Molly Bowman's statement

about her break-in across the street.

Suddenly, she drops like a stone.

- So you saw the shooter? - No, the shot came from behind me.

By the time I turned around, whoever it was had disappeared.

The bullet went right past my head.

- Well, let's get the hell out the middle of the street. - [Falsone] Yeah.

Is there a reason you guys are wearing Kevlars?

- Yeah, we got shot at. - [Stivers] What?

Yeah, somebody in a motorcycle

was following us for about five blocks,

taking shots at us.

- Why? - That's what we'd like to know.

Let's get this investigation over

and get everybody the hell off of this block.

Yeah. You okay?

Yeah.

[Pembleton] The victim's name is Malia Brierre.

21 years old, immigrant from Haiti.

She worked for Felix Wilson as a housekeeper.

- The Felix Wilson? - Yeah, the Snack Cake guy.

He's better known for his commitment to the Black community than his cupcakes.

- Yeah, still, the man made millions selling junk food. - Wilson grew up in the projects.

A lot of neighborhoods around here, he's considered a hero.

[sighs] The girl worked in their house,

so did they bring her to tonight's event?

They didn't even know she was here.

Obviously, they're shook up by what happened.

You know these people personally, Lieutenant?

Gina Wilson and I grew up together in the Perkins Homes.

We should separate them and talk to each one individually.

Gee, they need you in Headquarters.

- Lewis and Falsone were shot at. - [Giardello] What?

Some guy came out of nowhere, targeted the cavalier, but they're both okay.

Everyone stay here in the hotel. Keep working the murder.

And I don't want anyone outside this hotel

without wearing a Kevlar.

- You want me to partner with Munch? - Yeah.

You worked together well on the Rosenthal case.

Yeah, well, Lewis and I worked together just fine, why switch?

It's a time of transition, a flux.

To everything, there is a season.

What's the real reason?

Lewis requested a change.

- What? - If you wanna find out why,

you'll have to ask him, as of now,

you're partnered with Munch.

Head over to the Belvedere Hotel and back him up.

And, uh, wear a vest.

Why?

Lewis and Falsone were shot at.

- Where the hell have you been? - Well, we've been working on a murder investigation, Gee.

Detective Stivers is our star witness.

I want all of you in my office, now.

- Hey, Lewis. You all right? - Yeah, uh...

Falsone and me dodging bullets. Crazy, huh?

Hey, you working with Falsone now?

Is this a permanent thing? Because I thought we were partners.

We are.

So why'd you ask Gee for a change?

- What, Gee tell you that? - What's going on?

Nothing. Uh-- Falsone was here.

I was here. You weren't here. He needed backup. I backed him up.

Whatever.

I gotta get to work.

Did you identify yourself as police officers?

Well, we didn't exactly have time to flash our badges, Gee.

It might have been random road rage, Lieutenant.

I mean, we're in plain clothes in an unmarked car.

- QRT have any leads? - We found shell casings on the scene.

- ...50 caliber. - What about this murder?

[Stivers] There was a break-in tonight on Brentwood.

I was interviewing a witness, Molly Bowman.

We weren't talking five minutes before her head got blown off.

Whoever did the break-in knows he got noticed.

He doesn't want Bowman talking to the cops so he shuts her up.

Put the murder investigation on hold.

- But, Lieutenant-- - Somebody's shooting at police officers.

That's our priority.

...50 caliber casings narrows the weapon down.

Now check all the gun sales out of Baltimore area

and also check on the sales of ammunition.

- I'm on it. - Print out a list of registered guns matching that caliber.

What, you really think this guy's a law-abiding citizen?

No, but do it anyway.

Now all of you take the proper precautions.

I don't wanna attend any more police funerals this year.

This is my fault.

[Bayliss] How's that?

I'm the one who met Malia.

If it weren't for me, she'd still be in Haiti.

[sighs] Why? You brought her to Baltimore?

Arrogant Ivy League me.

I thought I was saving her from a third world.

Well, she's better off here than she was there, wasn't she?

At least in Haiti she was alive.

- Yeah. - Where's Al?

Well, he had to get back to Headquarters.

Plus,

given his relationship with you,

it's, uh, best that he separates himself from the investigation.

Yes, of course.

When was the last time you saw, um, Malia?

About ten minutes before we left for the benefit.

What was she doing here?

Well, we were hoping you could tell us.

She was our responsibility.

Can you think of anyone who might have had a reason to kill Malia?

No. Everyone loved her.

Did she mention to you anything about coming to the hotel tonight?

She said, uh, she hoped we'd have a good time.

Was she hurt?

- Well, she's dead, Hal. - I know.

I know she's dead.

I was just wondering how much it hurt.

Probably hurt like hell.

Are y-- are you all right?

I'm gonna be sick.

Do you remember Hattie Carroll, Detective?

- Hattie Carroll? - Perhaps you're too young.

Hattie Carroll was a Black woman

who worked in the kitchen at the Emerson Hotel.

One night, she was clearing plates from a bachelor cotillion

and one of the guests,

a boy named William Zanzinger,

he hit her with his bamboo cane

because he felt that their service was too slow.

Hattie had a heart condition. She dies.

Now, Zanzinger was blue blood from southern Maryland.

His father was a member of the legislature.

I think I do remember this case.

This boy, uh, got away with a nothing sentence.

- Six months. - Mm.

Let me tell you, there was outrage.

Regina and I, this was before we were married,

went down and joined the vigil in front of the hotel.

From poor Hattie Carroll to our sweet Malia.

[Pembleton] Two cases are very different, sir.

Hattie Carroll had no one to speak for her.

That same won't be true for Malia Brierre.

With you working the murder, Detective, I'm sure that's true.

If there's anything further we need, we'll be in touch.

- Uh, thank you. - All right.

So how many did that make?

Interview 206.

206 people and nobody saw anything unusual.

I guess they're too busy eating their smoked salmon.

We've done all we can do here, Frank.

- The party's over. - So you talked to all the guests?

None of them has a clue what happened to Malia Brierre.

[Pembleton] What about the hotel employees?

According to their statements, they're all deaf,

dumb, and blind.

Okay. Run the arrest reports.

It's okay by me. Anything to get out of here.

I feel like I've been in this ballroom all night.

Maybe it's because I've been in this ballroom all night.

- Hey. - What?

Don't leave without the vest.

- I hate wearing a vest. - Blame Lewis.

Well, I talked to, uh,

Ballard and Ghardy.

Neither of the Wilsons seem to know anything

about Malia's death

or why she was here tonight.

There's no reason to believe they would know either.

[sighs] Well, are you saying that because they're Giadello's friends

or because they're one of Baltimore's most prominent Black families?

Hmm?

What?

Well, I think they're great people, don't get me wrong,

but if this wasn't Felix Wilson,

would we have just let him leave here?

Well...

Munch is right. It's time to go.

So, Gee wants you and me to work together, huh?

- Yeah. - Why?

- I don't know. You got a problem with it? - No, I don't have a problem,

I was hoping that you didn't have a problem with it, you know?

- What do you mean? - Well, I'm bad luck with partners.

Bolander, Russert.

- [thudding] - Did you hear that?

What was that?

- You're just being paranoid. - Hey, I've been shot at before.

Let me tell you, it's something you don't forget.

Would you like me to get the car for you?

No.

[gunshots firing]

[Kellerman grunts]

[intense music playing]

Yes, sir. Yes, I understand. All right.

That was the Mayor's office.

They wanna know what the hell is happening.

I wanna know what the hell is happening.

We've got a sniper targeting plainclothes officers.

Do you have anything to go on? A description? A motive?

No, no, and no. How are you doing, Detective Kellerman?

They say my arm's gonna be stiff for a while,

- but other than that, I'll be fine. - [Giardello] Good.

It was the same shooter, Lieutenant.

- What did you find? - ...50 caliber shell casings.

Yeah, plus we pulled a clean bullet from the front door of the hotel.

[Barnfather] So far, it's only Homicide detectives who've been shot at?

I'm looking at someone who's not a big fan of the murder police.

We'll check all recent arrest and parole records.

Well, that leaves me out.

The couple of guys I closed are still waiting on court dates.

Well, maybe you ticked off somebody in Auto.

This has nothing to do with Auto.

- Maybe not Homicide, either. - [Giardello] Just what are you getting at?

Molly Bowman's head wound was caused by a large caliber bullet.

- [Barnfather] And? - Maybe the shooter was aiming for Stivers.

Lewis, Stivers, now Kellerman.

- I think it's Luther Mahoney. - [Kellerman] Luther Mahoney's dead.

- Exactly. - [Barnfather] Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, Luther Mahoney?

They all worked the case together, right? Lewis, Stivers, and Kellerman?

- [Lewis] Now, wait a minute-- - No, wait. How much you wanna bet

that the bullet that killed Molly Bowman is a .50 caliber slug?

See if the bullets match, then coordinate with Stivers.

Roust Mahoney's crew, see if there's anyone angry enough about Luther Mahoney's death

to wanna start using detectives as target practice.

Well, hold on a second. I mean, Lewis and I can work the Mahoney angle.

I mean, I know Luther's people better than Falsone does.

- [Giardello] Kellerman. - It's my murder case.

Kellerman, Lewis has the experience.

- Falsone has the perspective. - That's fine.

- But, I mean, come on, Gee, this is-- - Forget it, Kellerman.

Get to the hospital, the last thing I need

is you bleeding all over my squad room.

Hey, uh, buddy.

You guys were all there when Mahoney got shot, right?

[Lewis] Yeah, we were there.

How'd that play out?

Why don't you pull the file, Falsone, and see for yourself?

[suspenseful music playing]

[Maxwell] This is the bullet that killed Molly Bowman.

- ...50 caliber CCI. - That's right.

Same as your casing from St. Paul Street.

Same as your slug from outside the hotel.

Three in a row. Jackpot.

How do we know it comes from the same gun?

[Maxwell] Identical striations. Matching six-ride twist.

You're looking at one weapon.

Most likely a LAR Grizzly or a Desert Eagle.

I'll give you a copy of the report.

[Falsone] Thanks.

That bullet was meant for me.

All right, I'm gonna need a list of Mahoney's lieutenants.

Uh, who's on the street. Who's in jail.

Anything else you can add about the shooting.

It's all in the file.

I know. That's what I keep hearing.

You really think this is someone from Luther's organization?

I mean, he left some true bad boys in his wake--

[Falsone] Look, I'm willing to accept other ideas.

- Is there another case you three worked together? - No.

Anyone else you might have stepped on

- as much as Mahoney's people? - [Stivers] No.

We need to press Luther's old connections.

We go at them hard enough, they'll give up the shooter.

[mellow guitar music playing]

[song lyrics playing]

[Lewis] All right, so what have we got so far?

Luther's pushing up daisies.

His evil empire's being carved up

by a whole bunch of little Luther clones.

Dope and coke is still being sold like hotcakes

on the streets of East Baltimore,

and don't nobody know nothing about nobody shooting no cop.

Maybe they just don't wanna give up the shooter.

[Lewis] Oh, man, people around here roll each other

at the drop of a crack pipe.

Maybe they're afraid of this guy, whoever he is.

Or maybe we're chasing a phantom.

Phantom fired a couple rounds into our car last night.

You see, you see, that's what I'm talking about.

No matter what we do,

no matter how clean the shooting is,

somebody always got to jump up

and say the police shot him down like a dog.

Come on, let's go home.

Gee's not gonna be happy.

No news is bad news.

[Cox] With Malia Brierre, what you see is what you get.

Uh, contusions, hemorrhages,

fractured hyoid bone all show that she was strangled.

And her skull was fractured in three places.

[Bayliss] So, overkill?

No, an undue statement.

We also found some semen in the vagina and we sent it on to the lab.

- She was raped? - Not necessarily.

There were no abrasions or signs of force.

Hey. We miss anything exciting?

What are you doing here, Ballard?

Don't worry, okay? We're just supporting players.

It's your show. Hey, Cox.

Ballard, Gharty. Should I continue?

- Please do. - My best guess is the victim had consensual sex

within a few hours of the death.

So somebody had sex with her and then killed her?

Or somebody had sex with her and someone else killed her.

Come on, let's get out of here. Let's go talk to Thea Wilson.

She brought Malia to Baltimore.

If Malia was sleeping with somebody, maybe she knew about it.

- Hey, what do you want us to do? - Try and stay out of my way.

You'll love him once you get to know him.

- [Thea] This is it. - [Bayliss] Mind if we look through her things?

Go ahead. There's not much.

- Malia have a boyfriend? - No.

I think Kaja turned her off men.

- [Bayliss] Kaja? - That was the bastard she was with in Haiti.

- Kaja who? - I don't know his last name.

Did you ever meet this guy?

Yeah, he was a real cretin.

He had been a member of the Tonton Macoute

from the time he could carry a gun.

When Aristide took over, none of them knew what to do with themselves.

Kaja turned on Malia.

- He'd hit her? - That's how she and I met.

I was volunteering at a Red Cross clinic.

Malia would come in every other day with some other injury.

Was Malia in contact with Kaja? Notes, telephone calls?

She was glad to get away from him.

She didn't even tell him she was leaving.

Even so, we're gonna need to find out Kaja's last name,

see if he left Haiti.

I'll put in a call to the Red Cross.

- Maybe someone remembers. - [Pembleton] Thank you.

[Kellerman] Hey, Falsone.

Is Luther Mahoney hunting us from beyond the grave?

Well, we jacked up everybody

who had anything to do with Luther and nothing.

Too bad.

You got a minute?

Sure.

Okay, look, I'm not with the IID,

and I don't give a damn what happened with the Mahoney shooting.

Why should you? It was a clean shoot.

Yeah, if it was clean, it was clean. I mean,

if you forgot to dot an I or cross a T, so what?

I'm not a hall monitor.

I couldn't even care if you whacked a guy for the fun of it.

You're wasting my time.

What I do care about is this.

I got someone out there who's shooting at cops,

someone who killed an innocent woman.

Now, maybe none of this has anything to do with Luther Mahoney.

Maybe I'm asking about things that you think I don't have

a right to ask about, and maybe there's a good reason

why Lewis can't look me in the eye on this.

Open the door before I knock you on your ass.

Clean shooting, then?

You heard me the first time, okay?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

A couple of things, though, that still don't make sense to me.

You know, Mahoney was beat up pretty bad in those morgue pictures I saw.

- You looked at the autopsy report? - Sure did.

And I'll tell you, that son of a bitch took all that ass whipping,

and despite being beaten,

he still got a hold of Lewis' gun.

Yeah, that's exactly how it happened.

And you had to shoot Mahoney

because he was gonna shoot your partner.

- Yeah. - Funny thing, though.

In the report, according to Stivers,

right before you fired, Mahoney was holding the gun.

According to Lewis' statement, Mahoney raised the gun,

but according to you, Mahoney pointed the gun

at Detective Lewis' head.

- So? - So, it's interesting.

It's a matter of semantics.

I mean, you know, you being the shooter

and you being the most specific in your version of events.

What exactly are you trying to say?

I'm just saying you write a good report, that's all.

- It's a talent. - [Lewis] Hey, what's going on, fellas?

- Huh? - Nothing.

No. Nothing at all.

Let's take a ride, Falsone.

What's up?

Wilkie Collins, one of Luther's old suppliers, is back in town.

What do you say we go have a little chat with him?

[suspenseful music playing]

This is a beautiful crib you got here, my brother.

Yeah, what did it set you back? A couple of mil at least?

Yeah, it's chump change for you, huh?

I invited you guys in out of good faith.

Now, what can I do for you?

[Falsone] Nothing much.

Except give us the name of the knucklehead

who's been taking potshots at Baltimore City Police

in the name of Luther Mahoney.

I've been out of town.

I don't know anything about cops being shot.

Now, how'd I know he was gon' say that?

You know, I'm getting kind of tired of the same old story.

Look, I don't like to hear about cops getting shot.

But it's none of my business.

It is your business, Wilkie.

I got shot at. Real bullets.

My partner here got shot at. Another detective got hit.

You know what the worst thing of all is? A woman got killed last night.

Shot in the head. Murdered.

Innocent bystander. Had nothing to do with this.

I'm working this case. I'm taking it very personally.

You're going to arrest me? Arrest me.

[chuckling] Why would I wanna do that, Wilkie?

What good would that do me, huh?

Now, I tell you what me and my partner are gon' do, though.

We gonna keep your dealers and your suppliers

and your customers going around and around in circles.

They gon' be so busy talking to Baltimore's finest,

they won't have time to be out there

twirling your coke and your dope.

So what that means for you is

that you gon' have to sell that beautiful BMW in the yard out there.

You gon' have to get rid of this beautiful crib of yours.

In short, my brother,

your days as a drug lord are gon' be over.

I'm an importer-exporter.

You are a narcotics trafficker.

But I'm also a reasonable man.

I don't want trouble.

I knew I could count on you.

Luther Mahoney, he was always too much trouble.

Too much killing, not enough business.

His whole family is crazy just like Luther.

So wait, wait. What are you saying? You're saying that

someone in Luther's family has been shooting at us?

Junior Bunk.

[scoffs] Junior Bunk?

[Lewis chuckles]

I have danced with Junior before.

[suspenseful music playing]

Good. Then you can lead.

- Surprise. - [Stivers] Hello, Junior.

[Lewis] I got the front! Oh, here we go again!

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[Junior grunts]

- [Stivers] Yeah! - [Falsone] Hey, nice capture!

[Lewis] Uh-uh, you're not leaving, Junior.

Junior, you're not gonna start crying, are you?

Come on, man, you take all the fun out of a good arrest.

Man, I think you broke my knee, man!

Oh, you're not sure? You don't know?

- [Junior grunts] - How's that, huh?

Come on.

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Hey, you eat red meat?

- Hey, Ballard. - I was beginning to think

I was the only woman left in America

who still liked a good burger.

Hey, I'll have one of those. Medium-rare, Swiss, to go.

Hey, what's going on with your investigation?

Nothing, I have no viable suspects,

no evidence.

I have my own instincts about the case,

but there's a certain colleague of mine who has, like,

absolutely no interest in my opinion.

Let me guess, he's Black and he's bald.

[chuckles] Yeah.

Pembleton's the primary, and I respect that,

but, man, he is so frustrating.

Well, you have built a very solid reputation

for yourself over the past couple of months,

and if you have some ideas, you make him listen.

Just stand up to him.

That's easy for you to say.

You have height on your side.

You'll be fine.

I thought me and you was friends, Bunk.

I didn't shoot at you.

Then how come we found this gun in your house?

...50-caliber Desert Eagle,

same gun that was used to shoot at us?

And the firearms boys are downstairs right now

waiting on the testfires.

[Falsone] Not to mention the bullet that they took

from the lady that got killed on Brentwood Street.

What, she died?

Yeah, she died.

You aimed at Stivers...

and you hit a mother of three

who didn't have a damn thing to do with it.

Another body for the Mahoney clan.

[Lewis] I gotta hand it to you, Bunk.

I never thought you'd be so bold as to be taking shots at cops.

I mean, not only is that incredibly stupid,

but that is real, real hardcore.

Hello, Junior. You're going to jail.

- What? - [Falsone] What'd you find, Terri?

Got the report from the lab, everything's a match.

- [Falsone whistles] - There you go, Junior Bunk.

One count of first-degree murder.

Three counts of attempted murder on law enforcement officers.

Better get yourself a good lawyer. You're looking at the death penalty.

But I didn't mean to kill anybody.

Say what?

I was just trying to send a message.

A. 50 caliber message?

To whom?

To you, Stivers, Kellerman.

- It's from my mom's. - Your mom's?

Luther's sister.

She got the body from the morgue and saw how he'd been beaten.

She swore all of y'all set him up,

that you killed Luther

because you couldn't make no case on him.

- She swears she's gonna get even. - Wait, hold on, hold on.

Where the hell's your mama been all this time?

The Cayman Islands.

She handled the money, you know. She did that kind of laundry.

My uncle gets killed so she comes home.

So, you want me to believe

that your mama sent you out the house

with this cannon...

and-- and told you, "Get on your little motor scooter"

and come out and take shots at me and her?

[Falsone] And you listened to her?

She has my uncle's way of seeing things.

Once she gets an idea in her head,

she can't be trifled with.

You know, don't take this the wrong way, Junior,

but I'm getting the sense that there's a certain amount

of dysfunction in your family.

[Lewis] Boy, dropping a dime on your mama,

that ain't exactly hardcore.

Where is she?

- Man, she's probably gone by now. - What?

She took a flight back to the Cayman Islands.

- What flight, Junior? - She's got Luther's jet.

Luther Mahoney's sister, Gee. She's getting ready to fly the coop.

- His sister? - Maybe we can still catch her.

She's got Luther's jet and that means Martin Airport.

Then call the state police, we'll need their help.

I'm going with you.

[funky upbeat music playing]

[song lyrics playing]

Hey, we got a hold of Martin Tower.

And?

Mahoney's already boarded, her charter's started to taxi.

We'll have to stop the flight.

They withheld clearance, but it's her pilot, he's gonna go.

[Lewis] Not if we get there first, let's move.

[song lyrics playing]

- [Falsone] They're still on the ground. - Put it on the deck.

- Come on. - He's gonna go.

Well, not if you put it on the deck.

Hey, where's he going?

- Come on, come on, come on. - Mike, this is crazy.

Down. Down.

[Kellerman] Put it right in front!

Georgia Rae Mahoney, get out! Out!

Get out!

[Falsone] Put your hands in the air!

Have we met?

[Kellerman] No,

but I once had the pleasure of shooting your brother.

- Kellerman? - Hello.

[Kellerman grunts]

[song lyrics playing]

Bitch.

Give me some good news about the Brierre murder.

- Not a lot to tell you, Lieu. - What about the hotel employees?

Only one employee, a clerk named Harry Dobson, had a record.

Harry wasn't working last night.

So what you're telling me is that you have no leads?

Well, we have one. Malia had a boyfriend in Haiti who abused her.

- Well, that's something. - Well, right now all we have is his first name.

We're trying to track down somebody

from Thea Wilson's Red Cross unit

who might remember him.

Listen, we still haven't had an extensive interview

with Felix Wilson or his wife or his son.

Maybe we should get one of them in The Box.

Do you have any evidence

that would justify bringing them in?

Only the lack of any other viable suspects.

[Giardello] At this stage of the case, that's not enough.

I can't sanction bringing in a man like Felix Wilson

into this investigation without some damn good evidence.

- Can you, Frank? - No, I cannot.

- Hey. - Hey.

What's this? French fries.

So, you think Georgia wanted to avenge Luther for love or money?

Maybe both.

You gonna tell me what happened, Meldrick?

What went down with that shooting?

I mean, the way the reports read,

Luther goes for your gun, you gave him a full-blooded beatdown.

- Yup. - Then Mahoney held the gun on you

and Kellerman shot Mahoney.

Yup. [clears throat]

He held the gun on you where exactly?

He held the gun to my head, Falsone.

Any more questions?

Yeah, just one.

How come you don't wanna partner up with Kellerman anymore?

[sighs] Is there any answer I can give you that'll get you off of my back? Huh?

[Falsone] Try me.

I'm tired, Falsone.

I'm going home.

Hasta mañana.

[Falsone sighs]

Maybe this boyfriend attack is a waste of time.

Malia Brierre could have had sex with a stranger.

Terrific theory, Detective Ballard. Why don't you check it out?

Well, all I'm saying is that waiting around

for some ex-boyfriend from Haiti isn't gonna get us anywhere.

- So what do you suggest? - I suggest that it's time

we look at the two Mr. Wilsons, okay?

Malia Brierre was a beautiful woman living in their home,

sweeping their floors and folding their underwear.

It's a lot of temptation at close range.

Look, Ballard, I have no reason to dislike you.

I barely even know you.

Giardello asked you and Gharty to help out on this case,

but hear me now, this is my investigation.

I'll run it my way, that's the way I work,

that's the way I've always worked.

Do we understand each other?

- Perfectly. - Good.

So I guess that means that you wanna handle

- the press your own way, too. - What?

[Ballard] You should smile, Pembleton.

You'll look a lot better on television.

- [reporter 1] Do you have a suspect in the Brierre case? - Not at this time.

[reporter 2] A young woman was brutally murdered at a downtown hotel.

What are the police doing about it?

We're not at liberty to comment

on our investigation at this time.

[reporter 1] Doesn't the public have a right to know?

Indeed, the public does have a right to know,

and when we know something, we will inform the public

and the members of the press.

[upbeat music playing]

Tell Detective Kellerman he'll be hearing from me soon.

They have no idea what they're in for.

They have no idea who they're dealing with.

This isn't over.

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