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[Giardello] One of life's small gratifications.

What's that, Chief?

Watching the numerals light up one after another.

Ground, two, three.

A man watches the numerals light up

and he knows he's progressing.

You're not really talking about elevators, are you?

It's been two full days since Malia Brierre's dead body

was found in a hotel men's room

and we're not in a different place.

We're not in the right place.

Well, we're still looking, uh, at this Kaja,

an obsessive ex-boyfriend with a violent past.

- I like him. - [elevator dings]

Then bring me Kaja.

Yeah, if we get a last name on this man,

we'll be able to start working with the Haitian authorities.

What does Customs say?

They checked on visas from Haiti using the surname Kaja,

but without more information, they really can't do anything for us.

We need that last name.

[Bayliss] Which brings us back to the Wilsons.

Malia might have said something to them about Kaja.

Fine. Talk to them about Kaja.

But do me a favor and don't make yourself a nuisance, all right?

For all we know, this Kaja never left the Caribbean, okay?

We have two suspects right here in Baltimore.

- Who? - Felix and Hal Wilson.

Suspects? Quite a leap.

"Look to the nearest and dearest,"

isn't that, uh, one of our rules?

The victim lived in their house, okay,

and she was sexually active and they were the only two men

that she knew at the hotel.

That's not evidence. It's circumstance.

I have no reason to regard any member

of the Wilson family as a criminal suspect.

- But-- - Am I being heard?

Well, let's just get on with it.

[theme song playing]

[music fades]

[radio host] Let's start the pre-game show

with a voice to soothe the soul of any Orioles fan.

[announcer] Ladies and gentlemen,

please do not interfere with balls in play.

Fans who violate this rule will be ejected...

Who's on the hill today?

Jimmy Key.

It's in the bag, gentlemen.

Jimmy Key knows we like to win. He'll do it for us.

What is the deal with this morning's newspaper?

How does the press get wind of the fact

that we have a possible suspect?

- Somebody leaked. - Yeah, all over us.

You know, it's, uh-- it's much harder hunting a guy

who knows he's being hunted.

This leak to the press on Kaja, was that really necessary?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

You're trying to distance the Wilsons from this murder.

I understand your feelings.

I also don't believe that they had anything to do with it,

but finding Kaja, that's the first priority.

Wherever this Kaja is,

my guess is he is not reading the Baltimore Sun.

So-- so fine, the media has some other suspect to chew on,

they will leave the Wilsons alone, I understand that.

But what's wrong with Hal and Felix Wilson

submitting blood and hair samples?

If only to eliminate them.

This also gets Ballard and Gharty off my back.

Frank, I want you to take a ride this morning.

Patterson Park, the rec center there.

- Why? - Patterson Park. Go, Frank.

- See, I'm working a case here-- - Frank, do me this favor.

Take the ride.

Uh-huh. Don't panic.

South side of the service area. Got it.

A red ball with seams.

- A Spalding, in fact. - What now?

Huh, one down on the ground, dead at the scene.

Camden and Eutaw.

- Ballpark. - [Munch] Mm-hmm.

- Take Kellerman. - Hey, Munch.

See if you can scoop up one of the Oakland players for questioning.

You know, one of the starters. Canseco, maybe Giambi.

Keep 'em in The Box until about the eighth inning, right?

[chuckles] Right. Why not, man?

It's a pennant race. We need to win.

Hey, Gee, what do you say? Take one for the team?

- Hey, Terri. - Hey, you're shaved, huh?

Yeah, I was looking a little too much like Lewis,

gave me the creeps. [chuckling]

Hey, you know, I got Georgia Rae Mahoney's

bail review hearing today.

What a piece of work she is.

She's definitely got some Luther in her.

[Falsone] You know, about the shooting, I talked to Kellerman,

I talked to Lewis, and I looked through the file like you told me.

Yeah?

Well, you know, I got some spaces in my head

that the file doesn't cover.

I figured, you know, I'm partnering with Lewis now,

I just wanna know for my own sake what's out there.

- You're partnering with Lewis? - Yeah, just started, two days.

So, you sleep together a few times,

and as soon as he goes to the john

and leaves his pants behind, you're in his wallet,

checking the receipts, seeing where he's been and what he's done?

Either you trust a man or you don't.

- All right if I drive? - Yeah.

- I'll bring it around. - Okay.

- Okay. - Mm.

- Hey. - Hey.

Where are you headed?

Me, I'm just a tag along on this job.

Oh, that's funny, I thought you had ideas of your own.

Well, I think it's always refreshing

to meet a man with no opinions, and I'm him.

I gotta say, I think that we're narrowing the field too quickly.

Look... [sighs]

...if we can confirm that the ex-boyfriend

is no longer in Haiti

and that he's reached Baltimore, then fine.

I call that motive and opportunity.

Well, this is the direction that Frank is going.

Okay, but there's still work to be done in Baltimore.

There's other ground to cover.

Yeah, well, what do you suggest?

Well, you and Pembleton are gonna go talk to Regina, right?

So, maybe Stu and I should have a quiet talk with the son.

- A quiet talk? - Yeah.

Okay.

Well, you go have your talk with Al.

All right.

And then maybe we'll go to the morgue as well

and see if the coroner has something new to talk about.

- What's going on? - Nothing. Here you go.

Where are we headed?

Rec center, Patterson Park.

- Rec center? - Yeah.

Don't even ask.

[Gharty] Where are you going, fellas?

- We're going to the ball game. - [Gharty] What?

Camden Yards. There's a bounty at the stadium.

This is a day game. Hey, Munch, do me a favor.

- [Munch] If I can. - If you see anyone from the O's,

ask them about Armando Benitez,

whether he's gonna get any more save opportunities.

Gharty, you are a real wrong individual.

[Gharty] You know, I'm part of this Rotisserie league.

[Ballard] What's a Rotisserie league?

[Gharty] You don't know about Rotisserie baseball?

[Ballard] No.

[cheering]

- [Kellerman] What's up? - Hey.

[Kellerman] Hello.

Ah, the national pastime.

[Salerno] The victim's one Tony Elfante,

300 block of Westwood Road in Woodmere,

Long Island, New York.

Wallet and valuables, all intact.

Head trauma, no blood. Who found the body?

The vendor discovered him at 1:50.

That would have been the bottom of the first inning.

Alas, a poor Yankee fan.

We should check the Maryland annotated code.

I'm not sure this is a crime in Baltimore.

Uh, section 381, row HH, seat 2.

- Cheap seats. - Oh, God.

And you are?

Bob Jesburger, Orioles security chief.

Let me guess, you're here to overemphasize how important it is

that we investigate and solve this crime.

You got 48,000 people coming every game

- and so forth and so on. - Pretty much.

- You need any help? - We'll let you know.

I think we've got everything under control.

- So an arrest is imminent? - No.

- [Bob] You've identified a suspect? - No.

Are there any other detectives here?

No. [sighs]

You got the governor?

Diane, get the governor on the line.

[suspenseful music playing]

[boy 1] Come on, get him.

[boy 2] Here!

[boy 1] Right here, right here!

Well, that's a fool's errand.

Detectives?

[Pembleton] Putting up rope nets on an inner city ball court.

They'll be torn down in a day or two.

That's right. A chain net would last longer.

True, true, but there's nothing

like the sound of a ball going through hemp, am I right?

[Pembleton] Oh, swish.

A full net.

The sound of a 20-foot jump shot snapping the ropes

is one of the great joys of childhood.

[whistles] Ball up, son!

Check it out, yo.

Mr. Felix thinks he got a game.

- Stick to them cupcakes, homes. - [Felix laughs]

So we got new nets, new rims, new paint,

new asphalt, whole new ball court, you did all this?

Yeah, well, back in the day, if you were Black,

you couldn't play full court down here.

I like the idea that the kids are still at it.

- Game goes on. - [Pembleton] Hmm.

What can I do for you?

My lieutenant, uh, ordered me to come down here.

[Felix chuckling]

I'd say-- If I were a thinking man,

I'd say that your lieutenant wanted you

to catch old Felix Wilson doing good works.

Spending Snack Cake dollars on neighborhood improvements.

I'd say he wanted to remind you of who I am and what I do.

Felix the Good.

Well, gentlemen, are you sufficiently co-opted?

Have you decided to keep my family

from whatever unpleasantness

that comes with a murder investigation,

or are you gonna simply do your job?

The two might be mutually exclusive.

Well, we're not interested in bothering you

or your family about this, Mr. Wilson.

Uh, we're actually looking at

Malia's ex-boyfriend as a suspect.

Yeah, I read the papers.

Did Malia happen to mention what Kaja's last name was?

Not to me. You might ask my wife. She might know.

Okay, that's exactly what we figured.

- Okay, thank you, sir. - Is that all?

One simple question?

I thought when you walked up here,

- you were bringing your best game with you. - Excuse me?

Half-court, 15 points, no blood in the foul?

- Gotta go. - Come on, come on.

Hold this. Ball in, son, ball in.

Oh, no, it's the old school.

- Weapon. - [Felix chuckling]

- Where you from? - New York.

Uh-oh! We got a ringer here!

[Pembleton] No, sir, you're the man.

On this court, you are definitely the man.

[kids cheering]

Toxicology on Malia Brierre came back clean, huh?

Yep, no coke, no dope, and no alcohol.

Okay, what about stomach contents?

We found a partially digested meal

of what appeared to be red beans and brown rice

with a few chunks of what looked to be andouille sausage.

All right, well, that confirms

that she didn't eat at the charity dinner

because their menu was salmon.

Anything else?

- Anything else like what? - I don't know.

Something that might actually help us solve this damn murder.

Yeah, I know what you mean, Detective.

Unfortunately, I can't really manufacture forensic evidence.

Yeah, I know. Maybe there's something more.

Maybe there's something you missed.

I'm sorry, something I might have missed?

Not missed.

Well, obviously, you want me to go through this again,

so I will.

Uh, Malia Brierre was attacked by someone

who attempted to strangle her.

They then finished the job by battering her head

with or into a blunt object.

Now, my examination revealed bruising

about the neck and on both arms.

There was one torn fingernail, but there were no residual tissue

or defense wounds to be found on either hand.

We also found semen from a type A secretor on the vaginal swabs.

Now, if you'd like to go and do your job

and find a suspect,

why don't you bring in the blood sample,

and I'll try and give you your case, okay?

Okay. Thanks.

Yeah.

Well we got a Yankee fan killed by, um,

- a serious blow to the head, right? - Mm-hmm.

He wasn't robbed. Nobody witnessed it.

They haven't recovered a weapon, right?

Do you really think that idiot's gonna get the government?

A murder at the Yards during a late-season game

with the playoffs just around the corner?

You're talking millions of tourist dollars in ticket revenue.

He can get the governor wrap himself in tinfoil

- and do the Macarena at second base. - Great.

Right now, the governor's screaming at the mayor,

who's berating the Commissioner,

who's abusing Barnfather, who's torturing Gaffney,

who's kicking it all over Gee's shoes.

If we don't put this case down by the seventh inning to stretch,

you're back in Auto squad,

and I'm walking a Curtis Bay footpost.

[cheering]

There's only about 48,000 people here with a possible motive.

[cheering continues]

[Pembleton] What do you mean lucky?

[Bayliss] Well, where do you get off

making ten shots in a row at the end?

You witnessed it. I got a game.

Yeah, yeah right.

Are you gonna interview Mrs. Wilson?

[Pembleton] Yeah, you talk to the daughter.

[Bayliss] Ten shots in a row.

[Pembleton] Without breaking a sweat.

What do you know about Kaja?

Not much.

Thank you.

Thea told us how he treated her.

Horrible stories.

Did Malia ever talk about him?

[Regina] I asked her once.

She said he was evil.

She ever mention a last name?

[Regina] Oh, I'm sorry.

Malia hardly ever spoke about the past,

and I-- I didn't push it.

Are you sure? She wasn't seeing anyone?

She didn't even go on dates.

If she had a boyfriend, we would have known.

Thea, according to the medical examiner's autopsy report,

Malia had sex before she was murdered.

[Ballard] So... [clears throat] ...what's it like

having Felix Wilson as a father?

Like it says on every box of Snack Cakes,

he's Fabulous Felix.

He's fun and fresh, and full of good taste.

[all chuckling]

Yeah, it's all the Snack Cakes you can eat.

Nice, secure job.

Personal trainers, private chefs, Haitian maids.

Uh, Malia wasn't a maid. She was a domestic.

There's a difference?

You and Malia were the same age?

Actually, no. She was 21. I'll be 28 next month.

- And you were close? - We hung out.

What does that mean?

Um, we sat around, talked.

Taught her to play chess.

Chess? That's it?

We weren't sleeping together, if that's what you're asking.

Are you sure she wasn't raped?

There's no indication of that.

It's been confirmed that Malia Brierre

had sex before she was murdered.

- She did? - [Ballard] Mm-hmm.

Any idea who it might have been with?

No.

It just occurred to me, you should go and see Samuel.

- Samuel? - Samuel Bissainthe.

He's another refugee Malia knew from back home.

We gave him a job at the plant.

Did they see a lot of each other?

Malia had Sundays off.

Sometimes she would go and see him.

Were they involved?

[chuckles] I wouldn't think so, Samuel's in his 60s,

but he might be able to help you with Kaja.

At the benefit, did you drink anything?

Any alcohol?

Uh, two-- two vodka tonics.

- [Gharty] Did you go to the bathroom? - A bit of champagne.

- Sorry? - Uh, we're talking about a three-hour party.

You must have made at least one trip to the men's room.

Yeah.

Do you remember what time you went to the men's room?

What time? No.

You didn't see Malia?

The bathroom was empty.

Did you see her on your way there?

No.

What about on the way back?

And anywhere? In the hotel?

No, I-- I didn't see her.

[cheering]

[Kellerman] So, did you see the guy sitting right here in front of you?

The guy with the Yankees cap on.

Yeah, he was murdered. You remember him? Yeah, what about him?

Was he talking to anybody? Did he argue with anyone?

Well, for about half an inning there, he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

- You know, he talked trash. - [Kellerman] Like what was he saying?

Oh, how the Orioles were a choked team,

how Davey Johnson couldn't even manage a popsicle stand.

You know, then he said something about Ripken.

- What'd he call Rip again? - The Iron Mitt.

He said Rip played third base like he had a steel glove.

I wanted to kill the guy. Can we talk later?

The O's got a man on second and one out here.

Yeah, we got a tight game in the fifth.

You wanna take your problems elsewhere, please?

[man 1] Who'd they got warming up there?

[man 2] Uh, Matthews and Orosco.

They ought to give Key one more inning.

- [Kellerman] The guy's dead. - Jimmy Key?

No, the New York fan. He was murdered.

No kidding. Hey, check it out.

Davey's gonna pinch hit Reboulet.

[cheering]

Hey, Stu, next time, go for the jugular, okay?

Don't hold back.

What, I was out of line back there?

Hey, I questioned him like I would anybody else.

Yeah, but he's not anybody else.

Right.

He's Hal Wilson.

Fabulous Felix's heir apparent. [chuckles]

You know, when I told people from back home

where I was headed, everyone said the same thing.

They all went, "Ooh, Baltimore.

Tough town. Baltimore's hardcore.

It's the big time."

But I knew what they meant.

Which is what?

Baltimore is Black. You know?

But I thought, "Okay, sure, the cities will be different."

You know, but whether it's Puget Sound

or Chesapeake Bay, my job isn't gonna change.

I still work cases and close cases.

Welcome to the big time.

If I was heading this case,

I would turn the car around right now.

We'd go back there, we'd get hair and blood samples

from the father and the son,

and we would know within hours

whether or not they were involved.

But it's not up to you.

And the way Pembleton sees it,

any move against Wilson or his family makes us racist.

I don't need that.

Even if Pembleton wasn't the primary...

say-- say you caught the case.

Do you think you could work this murder the way you wanted?

Not a chance in hell.

Giardello would still be in our faces,

still maneuvering to protect Wilson and his family.

All-- all I'm saying is,

you and I, we're just working the case.

Just taking in the facts, trying to identify suspects,

uh, through simple common sense.

Giardello and Pembleton, they are covering Wilson's ass

because Wilson's ass is the same color as theirs.

- Okay, hold up a second-- - No, it is what it is.

I'm not saying that Giardello's a bad lieutenant.

I'm not-- I'm not saying that I think

that Pembleton is a lousy cop.

But the racial stuff on this case

is right there on the table.

Nobody's talking about it...

but it's there.

So you see my point then?

- Uh, yeah, sure. - You see it?

- I do, I do. - What's my point?

Um, I don't know, Frank.

Okay, I'm not saying that she's racist.

Gharty, who knows?

But I got nothing against Ballard.

Yeah, she's just, uh, aggressive.

Aggressive, right. Aggressive.

I've never leaned on race to explain away anything.

- I don't work like that. - Definitely not.

Since my first day on patrol, I-- I've worked this job

as hard as it can be worked.

I ask no quarter, I give no quarter.

- [doorbell rings] - When people think of Frank Pembleton,

they don't think in terms of Black or white.

On the street, in The Box, on the witness stand,

I come to people as a cop, a detective.

And you're a hell of a detective, Frank.

So you-- you hear what I'm saying about the Wilsons?

You hear what I'm saying?

This is not about them being Black.

You'll have to wear these on the factory floor.

State law.

[Pembleton] You and I have spent our careers

policing in a majority Black town,

so every day, we're out in the ghetto,

um, sorting out, um, bar cuttings,

drug shootings, blah, blah, blah, but out in Woodlawn,

there's a whole Black community playing-- playing by the rules.

Or past them, in Randallstown,

there's quite a few Black people with some real money.

So, you and I, when we come across a family

like the Wilsons, we know the difference.

You-- We can see them for who they are.

How long have you worked here?

Eight months now.

I got the position when Malia came to work at Mr. Wilson's.

Mr. Wilson is a very great man.

Yes, he is. And how long have you known Malia?

[Samuel] Uh, since the day she was born.

- Her father, Leon, and I... - [Pembleton] Mm-hmm.

...were soldiers together.

Fighting Papa Doc.

Um, Leon Brierre has passed away, right?

Everyone in the family is deceased.

Mother, father, brother.

Malia had no one until Mr. Wilson brought her here.

- Mr. Wilson is a very great man. - [Pembleton] That he is.

Did you happen to know Malia's boyfriend, Kaja?

[Samuel laughs mockingly]

He is not a great man.

Would you be able to tell us Kaja's last name?

Lizaire.

His family lived near to mine.

Can you tell us, uh, where we might find him?

The town is Jacmel.

The street, Rue d'Orleans.

Mr. Bissainthe, we've been told that, um,

Malia sometimes would visit you on her days off.

Two, three times each month.

You and Malia never...

You have a bad mind, Detective.

She was the daughter of my comrade.

Samuel Bissainthe may not be a great man,

but he is good.

Look at the stems on that tomato, huh?

Mm, mm, mm.

Oh, bless you.

I--

Thanks a lot for letting me look at your magazine there, Mac.

I appreciate it, but, you know, quite frankly,

I'm not really comfortable with that sort of thing.

You know, objectifying women and all.

Right.

Quite frankly, I prefer to curl up

with a good issue of New Yorker magazine, you know.

Stimulate the intellect.

You and The New Yorker, right, yeah.

I like the cartoons.

I tracked you down because I wanted to give you a heads up.

Your new partner, Falsone,

he's going around asking a lot of questions

about the Mahoney shooting.

- Questions? - He's checking paperwork and he's sweating details.

Damn.

I thought me and him were square.

I'd say his interest is more than just casual.

What do you know about him?

Falsone?

I don't know. He came from Auto.

You told me

if we carry Kellerman on this, we would come through.

You said, "Write it up clean

- and this thing will take care of itself." - And it will.

Then why is there some cop I barely know

all over my ass asking questions?

What the hell you want me to do about it?

Dummy him up, Meldrick.

- He's your partner. - No, look, look.

We need to be cool about this, okay?

Because if we react,

he's gonna know there's something there.

- He knows now. - No, he don't know squat.

Look, Meldrick, if this thing blows up on us,

it's not gonna be just Mikey.

It'll be you and me with him.

I hear you.

[tense music playing]

[Terri sighs]

Enjoy.

Hey, this ain't even mine, you know?

And even if it was,

I only bought it for the interview

with, uh, Garth Brooks.

My career is flashing before my eyes

and you're watching a ballgame.

What do you want?

No one seems to know our guy

or give a crap that he's dead.

I don't wanna go back to the squad room

with an open murder at Oriole Park.

I don't wanna face Gee with that kind of news.

Hey, where you going with that beer?

- What beer? - We're cops.

- You got something with a photo? - Yeah.

So you're gonna jack me up, right? I can take a charge.

- I can jail. - Hey, chill out, tough guy.

- It's a Yankee fan that we're interested in. - [boy] A Yankee fan?

Yeah, a loudmouth guy who was sitting down there in that row. He left during the first inning.

- He was drunk and he was wearing a Yankee hat? - [Munch] Yeah.

Well, if I had a gun and a badge,

I'd talk to the guy he left with.

You saw who he left with?

Yeah, he's still here.

Can you point him out?

That's him. Hey, Bronx-breath! Show me that big apple.

[crowd cheering]

- Hey, big guy. - What's up, boys?

- Hey, pal. Where you from? - Baltimore.

- Oh, yeah? - Abso-freaking-lutely.

I love Baltimore. Eat crabs, go Orioles.

That's not how we say it.

It's "Bawlmer," hon. We lose the T.

Oh, yeah? We'll lose this, pal.

Were you sitting with a Mr. Elefante earlier in the game?

I don't know any Elefante.

You know, you guys are messing with my good mood here.

Where do you live in Baltimore?

Jones Street.

[Munch] There is no Jones Street.

- Smith Street? - Yeah, strike three.

- Come on. - Ow!

[crowd cheering]

Kaja Lizaire. Oui.

What, you couldn't find anybody in the department

who could parlez-vous?

No, Russert's over the water again.

She's using the language for her own behalf.

Apart from her, you know, the pickings are pretty slim.

- [Pembleton] Who is this? - This is Madame Bouchard.

She was my junior high school French teacher.

We used to call her Rusty because she dyed her hair red.

- Hell on wheels. - [Bouchard] Au revoir.

[groans]

This Kaja Lizaire you are looking for,

he has been in jail in Port-au-Prince for four months.

- Four months? - [Bouchard] Mais oui.

You sure? You sure it's the same Kaja Lizaire? Kaja Lizaire?

They're sending his paperwork and photograph

to the US consulate this afternoon

so you can confirm the information.

Okay, well, listen, thank you very much for coming on down.

You know, it sure is good to see you again.

If you had practiced just five or ten minutes a day,

you might have retained some of what you were taught.

[chuckles] Yes, ma'am.

I mean, oui, madame.

Oui. Thank you.

- A bientôt. - Okay.

- Boy, she still makes me real nervous. - This may not even be our man.

I mean, it's so screwed up down there, they could have had a wrong guy.

Or Samuel could have gave us the wrong name, you know.

Yeah, maybe. But maybe not.

[bar music playing]

[sighs]

- Hey, what's the specials today? - [bartender] It's on the board.

[Cox] Hey, Falsone.

Hey, what are you up to?

Just a little late lunch. You like crabs?

Only if I'm carrying the ointment with me.

[laughs] I got a million of them.

Yeah, well, there's a half-eaten crab cake here going to waste if you want it.

Hey, give me a straight shot of bourbon, neat.

So, what's wrong with it?

What do you mean what's wrong with it?

- There's nothing wrong with it. - There's no ketchup.

- Ketchup? - Yeah.

It was invented to kill anything bad in food.

An Italian thing.

Something to do with the vinegar in the ketchup.

[chuckles] Fussy little guy, aren't you?

Well, it's got me this far.

Hey, let me run a tab, huh?

You worked the Mahoney shooting, right?

Autopsy?

Yeah, what about it?

I'll tell you,

I can't get straight with that case.

Why not?

The story's lumpy.

I mean, Mahoney, he was all beat to hell.

Lewis and Kellerman can't look me in the eye.

I don't know.

You're pretty quick. You want another one?

- Yeah, let me get you one. - No, no, I got it. I got it.

Can you get him another of whatever he's having?

- You sure? I can get it. - No, no, I got it.

All right, I'll get you next time.

Okay.

You know, I don't feel right about it.

- Let me get it. - I said--

Ah, no, no, no, no.

You do this all the time, don't you?

What?

If you ever found that wallet and opened it up,

I bet a moth would fly out.

[chuckles]

Welcome home.

You two hear about Kaja?

He's a non-starter.

We were in the admin office

when the facts came in from Port-au-Prince.

"Kaja Lizaire.

In state custody since early July."

I was playing a long shot.

- Hey, Kaja looked pretty good to me, too. - [Pembleton] Hmm.

We should start looking for a suspect closer to home.

The ME says that Malia Brierre's tox screen came in clean as a whistle.

And her stomach contents don't jive with the charity dinner.

So she wasn't party to the party.

Well, who asked you to go down to the morgue?

You two just took it upon yourselves?

- Listen, Frank-- - [Giardello] What's the joke?

Someone here decided it's time to call Peter Hermann.

[Gharty] The guy from The Sun?

The cop shop reporter called me about five minutes ago

to confirm a report that we've cleared Kaja as a viable suspect.

There are a couple of TV satellite trucks

sitting on the front lawn of the Wilsons' home.

You couldn't give some room to some people

who had nothing, nothing to do with the murder?

Gee, this didn't come down from us.

I find out who leaked this to the press,

I'm gonna jackpot his ass out of this unit.

- What? - What?

That look you're giving me. You're saying I'm the leak?

- Why would you wanna think that? - He's out of line.

You two been pushing a jump on the Wilsons since day one.

And you're ready to grab your damn swimsuit

and a couple of beach towels and hop to Haiti.

No hard questions for some rich swanks, right, Pembleton?

Hey, Gharty, whose house are you in?

Frank here has cleared more cases than the two of you will in a lifetime.

This is his house? I'm a guest?

The Wilsons have done nothing but good for this city.

But then again, why should that matter to you two?

They're Black, they're rich, so all bets are off.

Anyone else would be in The Box, sweating.

So what's your evidence, huh? You have none.

That Malia Brierre was a beautiful woman,

that she worked for the Wilsons,

that she had sex on the night she was murdered,

that connects all the dots for you?

That much is enough to put them in the middle

until we can eliminate them as suspects.

Because we all know that Black men can't control themselves

when it comes to loose shoes and tight pants?

Hey, Frank, Frank, no one is saying that.

What I'm saying is that these people--

-"These people"? - Black, white, or blue, Pembleton.

So you can prove once again that you can take the nigga out of the ghetto,

but not the ghetto out of the nigga, is that it?

Are you joking?

All I want is some straight answers.

Well, you're the one who called the reporter, right?

You know what, why don't you stick it, Pembleton, okay?

- Because I don't know who leaked it. - And I don't care.

Whoever did was on the right track.

Why can't we see if this makes Mr. Crumbcake sweat a little?

Oh, a public inquisition of the Wilsons. You'd love that.

What, the Wilsons are gonna suffer?

They got half the city hall and you and Giardello in their pocket.

Excuse me, I'm in someone's pocket?

Yeah. This is Baltimore.

They're Black, successful. That's the deal, end of story.

This is your city, Pembleton.

Your house, your department, your rules.

Oh, so it wasn't that way when the Italians ran it,

or when the Irish owned it.

How many favors have been called in

in the name of the Knights of Columbus

or the St. Michael's Society, huh?

Right, so that makes this right?

I'm not about to let the Wilsons be victimized by you two.

Definitely not.

We say we need blood and hair samples, you say why?

We say we need to go down to the medical examiners, you say no.

No, but you went anyway, didn't you?

Behind my back, just like you went to the reporter.

I don't need to go behind anybody's back.

You're the errand boy here, not me.

I'm a boy now?

Oh, don't bait me, you son of a bitch.

I didn't use the word that way. I didn't use the word that way!

Why don't you crawl up to one of those Hampden gin mills

and buy a round for your Irish brothers on me

and cry the blues about how your time has passed, okay?

- Please. - [Ballard] Hey.

Your partner knew that we were going to the ME's.

- Okay? So do not put that on us. - What?

- You knew? - I told Bayliss.

You knew and you didn't tell me?

[sighs] Frank, I mean, I--

Because I believe that the Wilsons are innocent

and whatever facts we gather

is just gonna help to eliminate them as suspects.

Oh, so that's what that was all about. You knew.

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So why don't you head up to the same Hampden gin mill?

- First round's on you. - I was trying to help.

Okay, I'm ignoring the facts and beating the investigation.

Hard questions, straight answers.

Okay, that's what it takes.

I got to prove myself to you.

Now, these two, I understand.

These two, but to you?

Okay.

I will have a talk with Felix Wilson.

- Great. - Alone!

[exhales sharply]

Not a bad seat. Nice view of the field.

Scott Russell, 38 years of Cedarhurst, New York.

But Cedarhurst, is that, like, near Woodmere?

Who the hell do I look like, Magellan?

And you don't know a Tony Elefante

though he was sitting next to you and you're both from New York?

Hey, here's a shocker for you. New York's a big town.

Hey, Slim, can I get an update on the score?

So, the fine sports fans in section 381,

now they say Elefante was a big loudmouth.

They say you were too, which, you know, comes as a complete surprise to me,

and they say that you two came in together,

you got drunk, you threw a battery or two at the left fielder.

Where I come from, it's a custom,

like rice at a wedding.

So you did know Elefante.

All right, I know the clown.

What are those? Those are bruises there?

- No, hold still. - [Munch] Yes, it is.

Looks like finger impressions, typical of a defense wound.

We're gonna have to take some pictures of that.

So you left with Elefante in the first inning, right?

Right?

The two of you walked out of the stands,

but you come back, he doesn't.

And you're making your business to change your seat

so as to distance yourself from him.

That was particularly stupid, Mr. Russell.

The truly moronic part

is that you beat your friend to death

and then you went back to the bleachers.

I mean, you did a murder.

Why don't you just take

the first train out of Baltimore?

Let me try to make this perfectly clear

to you backwater wonders.

There is a baseball game out there

between the Orioles and the A's.

And when last I was enjoying myself,

it was a tie game at the bottom of the seventh,

and you might have heard something

about a pennant race in the American League East.

Now, if you cheese eaters wanna waste time

talking about brain-dead Tony Elefante

and why he needed to get beat, that's fine.

I'll talk all you want after the game,

but right now I wanna know the damn score.

Wait a minute, you're willing to make a statement

- if we tell you the score? - Hell no!

I'll make a statement if you get me a beer and a hot dog

and open up them blinds and let me watch some baseball.

That's the deal, buckwheat. Take it or leave it.

[crowd cheering]

[Pembleton] Well, we could have met at your office,

Mr. Wilson.

I know you already have a pack of reporters staking out your home.

You didn't need to come down here

and attract more attention.

Oh, I don't mind.

Part of me is curious about the goings-on over here.

So...

this is the hot seat.

Sorry?

Where you bring your suspects.

Well, suspects, witnesses, relatives,

whoever will talk to us.

Can I get you a cup of coffee?

Would you like something to drink?

No, no, thank you.

You know, when I was a boy,

I wanted to be a cop.

- I wanted to be a millionaire. - [both laughing]

Yeah, I know.

You didn't see many Black officers back then.

I thought I could save the city, keep my mama out of harm's way.

And what do I do instead?

I buy her a home in Owings Mills.

It's funny how things end up.

Yes, it is.

Is Al Giardello a good lieutenant?

[Pembleton] No complaints here.

My wife is very proud of Al.

He's done a lot for this city.

As have you.

I sell snack food, Detective.

Oh, you're just another CEO out to make a buck?

No, I know how much you've accomplished.

The Literacy Foundation,

the Heritage Museum, Drug Treatment Center,

the basketball court up at Patterson Park.

You've still got a mean jump shot, you know.

Tell me about the investigation. What have you found?

We know Malia Brierre's murder was a strangulation

- followed by a blow to the head. - Yes.

- We know that it was not the ex-boyfriend. - Uh-huh.

We also know that Malia had sex the night that she died,

and it probably was not rape.

Really?

Your wife didn't tell you this?

Well, she mentioned something.

We're gonna need a blood test from you and your son.

A blood test?

Sure, the test results should be available two, maybe three days.

This is standard procedure, Mr. Wilson.

This is how it goes.

I didn't wanna bring you down here, but I had to.

I don't wanna give you a blood test, but I have to.

Because if I don't, it won't look right.

You understand what I'm saying?

I've got the public, the press,

and three fellow detectives staring over my shoulder,

so we're gonna finish this interview,

and we're gonna wait for the lab.

But as far as I'm concerned,

these test results are not necessary.

So... [clears throat]

...you have to match my blood and my son's blood to--

[Pembleton] What was recovered from the victim's vaginal swab.

This is to make clear that there's no connection, no sexual connection

between the victim and any male member of your family.

I had sex with her.

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That night.

- What? - I had sex with her.

[laughs] No.

So it appears, Detective,

that I'm the answer to at least one of your questions.

As far as the other one, I don't know who killed Malia.

We're gonna need that blood sample, sir.

Well, I'd like to talk to my family.

Am I free to go?

[door shuts]

Not my day.

Not by a long shot.

A pinch-hit home run by Tarasco in the bottom of the tenth,

and I have to cop to murder.

- I hate your stinking town. - [Kellerman] Up.

Why'd you do it?

We ride four hours to see this game, right?

Why?

I'm a Yankee fan, he's a Yankee fan.

There's nothing in this world like a Yankee fan.

Sad, but true.

You're not getting it. Why this game?

Why do two guys, two Yankee fans,

come a couple of hundred miles

to see the O's play the A's, huh?

To root against the Orioles?

I could have done that on Long Island.

No, I come all this way because Tony Elefante,

the idiot that he is, tells me that today is a make-up game

for a Yankee-Oriole rainout.

He says, "Come on, let's hop the Metroliner

and see the Yanks tear into Baltimore."

That make-up game is not until next week.

Yeah, I know that now.

In fact, I know that when we scalped tickets.

I look down and see what I'm buying.

I say, "Tony, this ticket says

that the O's are playing the A's."

You know what this moron says then?

- Tell me. - He says, "Oops."

Just like that. "Oops."

This is the brilliant mind I'm dealing with here, huh?

- So what happened then? - Top of the first inning.

I got maybe six, seven beers working,

and he turns to me and he says,

"Robbie Alomar has the best glove

of any second baseman in the league."

- He does. - Hey!

I don't need to hear that crap.

I didn't come 200 miles to say nice things

about the Baltimore Orioles.

So you killed him because he likes Alomar's glove?

What, do you think I'm nuts?

No, it's when we go to the bathroom

in the bottom of the first.

I'm standing next to Elefante.

He's at one urinal, I'm at the next,

and he ruins the moment by saying to me,

"The Orioles are the better team.

They were the better team last year, too.

The Yankees wouldn't have won this year except for that kid

who stole the game from them by grabbing that fly ball."

- He's right. We were robbed. - What are you, an idiot?

That was one game! You bums never came close.

So anyway, Elefante's talking that crap

and I know I gotta beat some sense into him.

So I walk him into the stairwell and I throw a punch or two.

Guess what? The mutt does a header on the pavement and dies on me.

He was never any fun.

You're a charming individual, you know that?

Hey, I try.

Hey, you think maybe I can plead temporary insanity?

Temporary?

Hey, it's hot in here.

Nice breath.

John. That's Scott Erickson.

- Scott? Mr. Erickson! - [Scott] Yeah?

- John Munch, Baltimore Homicide. - How you doing?

Listen, I need to know for a friend of mine, he's in one of those Roto Leagues.

Is your buddy Benitez gonna have any save opportunities?

I don't know. Why don't we ask him?

Armando, are you gonna have any saves?

Give me a break.

[suspenseful music playing]

[sighs]

- So what? - So what?

So, the man has acknowledged

that he had a sexual relationship with our victim.

Okay, he had sex with her. That doesn't mean he killed her.

We shouldn't think of Felix Wilson any differently in light of what he just told us?

He is no longer a candidate for husband of the year.

- Simply that. - Okay.

- First he had sex with the maid. - Domestic.

Second, he's questioned in a police investigation

about her death and he lies about it.

He's a man with a family.

And a dog, a cat, a four-car garage,

and a $20 million corporation. So what?

He is also a man with a considerable public profile in this town.

It's natural for him to try to hide any indiscretion.

For all this man has done for Baltimore,

I'm not about to have Felix Wilson crucified

because he strayed on his marriage.

Continue working the case.

Write up his admission...

and submit it to me personally.

I don't want a thing like that floating around in the office.

I don't want any more leaks to the press.

We still need blood and hair samples from him,

if for no other reason than to confirm his account.

Okay, he's consented to that. A medical tech is gonna meet him at his office later today, okay?

Please, excuse me.

What's going on?

These men are looking for the lieutenant.

- Can I help you? - [Shuster] Lieutenant?

I'm Fred Shuster, attorney to Felix Wilson.

I'm here to inform you that Mr. Wilson invokes his right to legal counsel,

and that he asks that your detectives

address no further inquiries to him or to his family.

Furthermore, I understand that your detectives

had an interest in seeking blood and hair samples

as a matter of consent.

I'm afraid we will not be providing further assistance

absent any court orders.

Good day to you, sir.

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