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I'm here with Felix Wilson and his wife, Regina,

speaking publicly for the first time about Melia Brierre,

their young Haitian housekeeper,

found brutally murdered three nights ago

at the Belvedere Hotel.

Mr. Wilson, there has been speculation

about you and your family not cooperating

with homicide detectives.

Is there any reason that you hired...

Did you know the Wilsons were going on television?

Uh-uh. That's news to me.

[Felix] We consulted with our family lawyers,

not to impede police progress,

but for legal counsel and advice.

There's no one that wants to catch

Melia's killer more than we do.

We're doing everything we can to ensure

that the murderer is brought to justice.

In the hopes that someone will come forward and tell the truth,

we're offering a reward of $10,000

for any information that would lead to an arrest.

- What? - [reporter] And here at 11 News,

we've set up a special hotline for information

regarding the murder of Melia Brierre.

If you know anything that will help police--

We're going to be bombarded with calls from every fool,

from Cannes to Port-au-Prince.

[Mary] Maybe the reward will help.

It won't help.

You plan on having this baby any time soon?

Right now would be fine by me.

[Pembleton] You hear that? Come on, let's go to the hospital.

Why don't I take a day off work.

Spend some time with you and Livvy?

And avoid having to deal with the Wilson case?

Come on, Frank, you've waited all this time to get back to Homicide,

now all of a sudden you want to stay at home?

Felix Wilson did not kill Melia Brierre.

[Mary] I know how much respect you have for him.

So he was having an affair with the girl. He's made himself a suspect.

Now I let my personal feelings interfere with the police work.

Frank, as much as you hate to believe it,

you are only human.

You do have personal feelings.

I gotta go to work.

Yo, Frank! You seen the headlines?

I'm sure you'll enlighten me.

"Baltimore Homicide Stumped By Brierre Murder."

Oh. Business as usual.

[scoffs] Not for me. We look like a bunch of idiots.

The opinion of the media means jack to me.

We've worked this case properly every step of the way.

Okay, but the Wilsons lawyering up all of a sudden

makes us look less than competent, you're not going to deny that.

Just because they hired defense attorneys does not mean that they're guilty.

- I agree. - What?

I agree with you, Pembleton.

Glory be and hallelujah.

- Good morning. - What's good about it?

Barnfather's waiting in my office.

He wants the Brierre case closed. Today.

- That'd take a miracle. - Then start praying.

What faith are you?

Catholic. You?

- Diehard agnostic. - [Pembleton] Great.

[suspenseful music plays]

[theme music playing]

The last thing this department needs are headlines

shouting about police incompetence.

We've dealt with that kind of pressure before by doing our job.

I also don't like hearing media innuendo

that we're protecting potential suspects

because they're rich, or because they're Black.

[Giardello] Oh, come on. That's ridiculous.

You're friends with the family, Al.

How long do you think it'll be before the press vultures get wind of that

if they haven't already? [Pembleton] Excuse me, Colonel.

We've worked this case from every conceivable angle.

What evidence do we have? What facts?

Melia Brierre was strangled and bludgeoned to death

in the men's room of the Belvedere Hotel.

She had consensual sex the night that she was killed.

With Felix Wilson, according to his account.

We've eliminated the victim's ex-boyfriend as a suspect

and with no other suspects on the horizon--

The natural course of this investigation returns to the Wilson family.

Then take the appropriate action.

Felix Wilson admitted to an affair.

Well, that's not enough to assume that he's guilty of murder.

Damn it! The public needs to see movement!

Do whatever you have to, Al.

I don't want this investigation ground to a halt,

just because the Wilsons have hired

a raft of expensive defense attorneys.

Yes, sir.

[door slams]

[sighs] All right.

Search the house.

Get hair and blood samples from Felix and Hal Wilson.

These lawyers may make that difficult for us.

Talk to Danvers. Get warrants.

[indistinct talking]

[Lewis] Wilkie, Wilkie, Wilkie!

You don't look so good, my brother.

Yeah. Yeah, that's Mrs. Wilkie.

See, this is what you get for talking to the police, huh?

Snitching out Junior Bunk.

What were you thinking about, huh?

[laughs] I hate to break it to you, Lewis,

I don't think he's listening.

I don't know. I just like to hear his name out loud.

Wilkie, Wilkie, Wilkie.

- Is he a friend of yours? - [Falsone] The man helped us out.

Gave up information leading to the arrest

of Miss Georgia Rae Mahoney.

Sister of Luther Mahoney. Mother of Junior Bunk.

Georgia was the one that set up Junior to shoot at us.

Huh. Nice place.

Yeah, say what you will about the Wilk dog. Cat had style.

- [officer] We need you upstairs. - [Lewis] For what?

- A kid. - [Falsone] What?

A kid.

Upstairs. He was hiding behind the dresser.

When we tried to go near him, he ran to the bathroom. Locked the door.

- [Falsone] Right here? - Yeah.

[knocking on door]

Hey, hello. Anybody home?

Hey, come on now, kid. We're police officers, okay?

We ain't gonna hurt you, just open the door and let us in.

[indistinct]

Don't be scared, kid. We're coming in.

[screaming]

Whoa, hey! Whoa, whoa! Hey, easy now!

Some arm you got there, huh? Hey, calm down.

It's all right. Come here. It'll be okay.

[kid] No, no, no!

[screaming] No!

[tense music playing]

[doorbell rings]

[Giardello] Regina? I'd like to speak to you.

The attorneys don't want us talking to the police.

I'm here as a friend. I'd like to help.

My detectives have no interest in harming your family.

And even if they wanted to, I wouldn't allow it.

At the same time, they have an obligation

to solve the murder of Melia Brierre.

Then why haven't they?

If the guilt of this murder lies within your family,

and you went to lawyers...

and they told you to do nothing, say nothing,

then your lawyers were right.

But if fear of scandal and exposure sent you to the lawyers,

then I have to tell you, you made the...

the worst move possible.

Why is that?

There'll be a paper trail.

There'll be affidavits, search warrants, grand jury summonses.

The press will have room to do their work.

I can't control that. I can't protect you.

You don't have to protect me, Al.

Felix told me about Melia.

I was hurt, of course.

And then angry.

And then incredibly sorry for myself.

But my first instinct when he told me

was to call our lawyers.

Felix didn't want to. I insisted.

You and I both know how the system treats Black men.

I will not have him made to look like

he's guilty of murder for lack of a better suspect.

The system has changed.

We don't railroad people into convictions anymore.

[somber music building]

We'll make our own way.

If that means listening to our lawyers, then we'll listen.

If that means some scandal,

then we will suffer some scandal.

But my family had nothing to do with Melia's death.

Your obligation is not to me.

You do what you can do for Melia.

So Wilkie Collins was murdered as a payback?

Wilkie Collins gave up Junior Bunk.

Junior Bunk gave up Georgia Rae.

Next thing we know, Wilkie and his wife

wind up dead in a house shot, execution style.

I don't know. You tell me, Gee. Coincidence?

The only bonus, both Junior and Georgia are in jail,

so neither one of them could have killed Collins.

So she calls up the hit from inside, huh?

I say we go shake her tree.

I say we go look for the shooter instead.

All right. Find who pulled the trigger and tie it back to Georgia Rae.

What about the kid?

Social Services is trying to track down the grandparents.

In the meantime, we got the rascal.

- You think he heard anything? - I think he heard everything.

Yeah, I say we're going to sit the kid down, Gee.

Go and get him. Get him over to Social Services when you're through with him.

- Oh, and, uh, Falsone? - Yeah?

If he refuses to talk, don't push.

- Be gentle. - Aren't I always?

[Lewis] We got this special room over here, we call it the box.

Huh? Like Jack in the Box.

Hey! [laughs] Jack in the Box. You get it? Huh?

I guess you must get that all the time, Jack in the Box.

Jack and the beanstalk.

Jack and Jill went up the hill.

Little Jack Horner. Jumping Jack Flash.

All kinds of Jacks. Jack the Ripper. Jack, you know.

[voice distorting] Come on, now. Come on, now.

- [distorted growling] - [Lewis] Jack the Ripper.

Jack of all trades. You know, Jack this.

Come on, Jack. Let's go on in and talk.

[startling music plays]

[man's voice echoes] Get on the floor,[indistinct]!

[warped humming]

[Lewis] Hey.

Mommy. Mommy.

- [Lewis] Hey, hey. What, kid? - Mommy!

- Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! - [gunshot echoes]

Mommy! Mommy!

Get out of here!

[screaming echoes]

- [Jack] No, no, no, no, no! - [Lewis] Hey, hey.

- Hey, hey, hey. You're okay. - What happened?

We just started walking across the floor, and the kid starts freaking.

[Falsone] No, this isn't going to work. We got to get him out of here.

- [Lewis] Where to? - [Falsone] I don't know. Someplace quiet.

All right, I'll go with.

You know what, call Social Services. We'll check in later.

What do you say, kid? Huh?

Blow this pop stand, go find someplace fun? What do you say?

I want to go home.

[Falsone] You ever been here before, Jack?

Let me tell you something.

This is the best playground in Baltimore.

Key is you got to come here during the day, you know?

All the kids are in school.

This way you got the whole entire place to yourself.

Got the slide, jungle gym.

Any swing you want.

Hey, you want to go on a swing?

Sandbox.

Seesaw.

[Falsone sighs]

Yeah, you're probably into that, uh...

high-tech CD-ROM Power Rangers way to play.

[makes fighting sounds]

Sorry, I can't help you there Jack.

I'm an old-fashioned kind of guy.

You know, I-- I never even touched a laptop.

Hey.

Did you finish the autopsy report on Elefante?

- Camden Yards murder, right? - [Kellerman] Yeah.

Yeah, I got it right here.

- How's the arm? - [Kellerman] It's fine.

Good. Here you go.

Thanks. [sighs]

Kellerman. Come here.

Yeah?

Luther Mahoney's sister, Georgia Rae...

did she tell you why she wanted you shot?

Some kind of psycho revenge. She's insane.

- Huh. - Why?

I mean, I-- I don't know if this really means anything,

but Falsone was asking about the Mahoney shooting.

We were over at Miss Irene's the other day.

[scoffs] You were at the bar with him?

[laughs] I was there eating lunch alone and he came in for a drink.

- You want to hear this or not? - Yeah, go ahead.

He asked me if I thought it was a clean shooting.

- What'd you tell him? - I told him I thought it was a clean shooting.

I don't believe this guy.

- [Cox] Was it? - What?

Was the shooting straight up, or did I lie to Falsone?

You did the autopsy. You got to ask?

Yeah, well, that's just it.

I mean, I pulled the file this morning

and Mahoney's bruised over half of his body.

He's got a hairline fracture at the back of his head.

Right. All of what you saw at the time.

None of what you thought twice about.

Well, I'm sorry. Are you doubting me?

No, I am doubting myself.

Because you and I were sleeping together at the time.

You told me what went down and I believed you.

But, yeah, if it wasn't your case,

I might have looked a little bit further.

Oh, now that you're doing Falsone anything he says is golden?

Is that the way it works? Huh?

Yeah, that's the way it works, Kellerman.

- I got bodies waiting. - Whatever.

All right, Jack. Look, I'm going to go down the slide.

You can come with me if you want,

or you can sit there all by yourself.

That's not a police car.

What?

How come you don't have a real police car?

Because I'm a detective. We don't drive squad cars.

We drive Cavaliers.

That, I believe, is a '92 Cavalier.

'91.

You like cars?

You like cars.

Well, I happen to know a little bit about automobiles myself.

Okay, you got two wires, right?

One in each hand. Sometimes you got to peel back the casing.

Make sure you get contact. And it's real simple.

Just touch the wires together and you're all set.

- [engine sputters] - [Jack laughs]

I want to try.

There.

- [engine rumbles] - That's it.

Now the real slick ones, they could do the whole maneuver in under a minute.

- But not you, right? - Not me.

If I ever catch you stealing a car,

you won't be able to sit for a week.

Same as my old man told me when he taught me this trick.

My dad...

he wired many a ride, man.

Corvettes mostly. He had a thing for Corvettes.

My dad's dead.

Yeah, he is.

Mommy too.

Yeah, I know you're sad about that. I'm sorry.

Mommy was screaming.

I didn't help her.

You did the right thing, Jack.

There was nothing you could do to help, but you can help her now.

Tell me what you heard.

Was it a man that hurt your parents?

- One man or two? - One.

Did you know who he was?

Daddy does.

- The man knew your father? - Yes.

- He calls on the phone. - Yeah?

When did he call?

Did he call last night?

The search warrant for the Wilson home isn't a problem.

Felix Wilson's acknowledgement of an affair with the victim

is enough to make the residence a legitimate avenue for investigation.

What about blood and hair?

Well, again, for Felix Wilson, that's enough probable cause,

but there's nothing to justify taking blood

from his wife or daughter or son.

- What about fingerprints? - [Bayliss] Right, right.

We recovered dozens of latent prints

from that bathroom where the murder occurred.

Now, with that we can compel

all four of the Wilsons to provide fingerprint samples.

A fingerprint is less invasive than blood and hair.

Even so, what will a print in a public restroom prove?

Quite a bit if it turns out to belong to Thea or Regina.

They got no business in the men's room.

True, but for Felix or Hal, it's useless.

A print hit will mean nothing to a jury.

On the other hand, if we can get a print

from Hal Wilson at the crime scene,

then that might be enough probable cause

to seek a warrant for blood and hair.

- Evidentiary leapfrog. - Why not?

[Danvers] Okay.

Get me a print from Hal Wilson in that bathroom...

and I'll get you a warrant for his blood and hair.

[Lewis] What's with all the setup, Falsone?

- Just show us what you know. - I know how to start a car.

- Oh, yeah? - Hey. [shushes]

All right. Thanks to Jack here, we have our first break in the case.

This is the answering machine from Wilkie Collins' house.

Now, hold on, man. I already checked the damn answering machine.

- There's nothing on there-- - [shushes] Go ahead, Jack.

[Robert] Yeah, Wilkie, this is Robert. You home?

Pick up if you're around, we gotta talk.

That the voice you heard?

- He the one that hurt your parents? - Yes.

It's a first name, but it's a start.

Why doesn't Jack go get a soda?

Yeah. Hey, Jim, you know where the soda machine is, kid?

Why don't you go buy yourself something nice, huh?

- This is messed up. - [Lewis] What?

This is completely messed up.

I know who it is. At least-- at least I think I do.

It sounded like Robert Castleman.

- Castleman? - Who's he? Another dealer?

We worked Narcotics together.

He's a cop.

[upbeat melody plays]

We'll get an inventory of what's been taken.

- All right. - All right.

Everything goes through evidence control

pending the outcome of the investigation.

And then what?

Then you get it all back.

Lucky us.

[song lyrics playing]

[*]

What are you doing?

Wha-- He can't do that! Why don't you stop him?

It's all right, sweetheart. They're just taking some blood.

Just some blood? What do you need that for?

My father already told you the truth.

Why don't you go ahead and wait outside?

We're just going to take a minute.

You took our fingerprints, you took our things.

- Now you're going to take our blood too? - Thea!

Think about Melia.

I don't care about Melia.

All of this is her fault.

- [Regina] You don't mean that. - Oh, yes, I do.

I wish I'd never brought that bitch here.

I mean, everything was perfect before she came.

Now look at us! Look at us!

[*]

Is that the man?

You sure? Look carefully.

Is he going to jail?

You bet he is.

Hey, Castleman. Thanks for dropping by, buddy.

- [Castleman] Hey, Lewis. - [Lewis] Hey, how you doing?

This is my partner, Paul Falsone.

I don't know how much help I can be to you guys.

Wilkie Collins was a drug dealer.

They moved me to Sex Crimes last August.

But you worked Narcotics originally?

Six years.

Yeah, that rotation's a pain in the ass, ain't it?

[Castleman scoffs] Don't get me started.

Terri Stives suggested that we talk to you.

She said that you knew Collins better than she did.

We crossed paths a few times.

- You ever arrest him? - Oh, we brought him in once or twice.

You know, but it was his boss we were after.

He'd give us the latest on Luther and we'd let him go home.

- You guys know how it works. - Wilkie was your informant?

I wouldn't call him an informant exactly.

I'd call him a contact.

How do you explain your contact and his wife

winding up dead on the living room floor?

Why does any drug dealer get shot down?

Maybe he was putting out a bad package.

- Maybe he stepped on the wrong guy's turf-- - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

We-- we, uh, we kind of know how that works.

We're just looking for something a little more specific.

Sorry, I mean, once Luther Mahoney was out of the picture,

I had less use for Collins.

Last I heard, he was doing business in New York.

My partner and I moved on to new cases.

I got moved over to Sex Crimes.

Speaking of which, look,

I ought to get back downstairs if it's all right with you guys--

Oh, ho-- hold on.

We have a couple more questions we'd like to ask you,

if you don't mind.

No, that's no problem.

You say you lost track of Wilkie Collins

after Luther's death, right?

Yeah, it was about that time. Yeah.

So how do you explain your voice on his answering machine?

[chuckles] I don't know what you're talking about.

Your voice...

on his machine?

[Robert] Yeah, Wilkie, this is Robert. You home?

Pick up if you're around. We got to talk.

You around? You home?

That is you, isn't it?

Yeah, I guess.

But, you know, that doesn't actually mean--

But what? You're so busy working Sex Crimes.

You and Wilkie are so out of touch.

- Why are you calling him up the day he dies? - Okay, I heard he was in town.

A buddy of mine down in Narcotics asked

if I would look him up--

[Lewis] No, no, no. Save that, save that.

Because even if you could tell me

what your voice was doing on that box,

you still can't tell me what you're doing in their house, can you?

I wasn't in his house.

Hey, did you know that Wilkie and his wife had a kid?

A little boy. Did you know that?

A little boy named Jack.

He was upstairs when he killed his parents.

He saw you come in the house.

He picked your voice off the machine,

and he's ready and waiting to make the I.D.

The funny thing about this kid, Jack,

he could identify you

even if you had your ass on backwards.

I'm calling the lawyer.

[laughing]

You better get a good one then, because it looks like

you're going to jail for a long time.

No jury's going to take mercy. Not on a dirty cop.

[Castleman scoffing]

- Collins was scum. - What about the kid?

Huh? He deserves what you handed him?

A life without mom or dad?

What do you think the jury's going to make of that?

You know, we ought to read you to Miranda right now

and let you call that lawyer, which we will.

But you know, I got a funny feeling that it wasn't you

and you alone behind these murders.

Am I right?

[Lewis] What, you got something you want to say?

Something you want to get off your chest?

We'll go out there right now, we'll get on the phone,

we'll get Ed Danvers and the state's attorney's office

and cut you a nice little deal.

What do you say?

No?

Well, he wants to take the rap all by himself.

- Fine. - [Lewis] That's okay.

- You have the right to remain silent-- - [Castleman] All right.

I was on the payroll since '93.

She said that if I didn't kill Collins, she'd give me up.

Who is she?

Luther's bitch of a sister.

Georgia Rae Mahoney.

So this detective, Castleman, was dirty all along?

Yeah, he says he worked for Luther first and then Georgia Rae.

Looks like Luther left his cojones to his sister.

See, what I don't get is how she called up the hit from inside.

I mean, I talked to the prison people,

she didn't have one phone call, she didn't have one single visitor.

What are we waiting for? Why don't we just get over there and make her twitch a little?

- No. - Why not, Gee?

Georgia Rae's not going to cop to these murders.

- [Gee] She has no reason to. - Yeah, we get her in there.

We sweat her a little bit, we'll make her bend.

[Gee] Now, if that were Luther Mahoney,

would you be saying the same thing?

Don't worry about Georgia Rae.

Once we get this evidence, she'll be charged for these murders.

In the meantime, she's still in prison.

She's not going anywhere.

[suspenseful music playing]

We took so much paper out of that house,

we'll be going through these boxes for a week.

Yeah, with no idea what we're even looking for.

Hold on, hold on, we might have something here.

[Pembleton] What is it?

"But Melia, when I see you, when we pass in the hall,

when we're alone in a room, I can't say these things.

I choke on the words that I need to say."

Hey, a love letter.

[Bayliss] Yeah, and they're all in a bunch and sealed.

- From Felix Wilson? - No, no, from--

from his son, Hal.

[sighs]

What the hell was going on inside that house?

Found something?

[Bayliss] Yeah, we sure did, Gee.

In my office.

[Bayliss] At this point, Gee, I gotta believe

that there's a motive hiding somewhere.

[Pembleton] We should talk to Hal.

How can we? Their whole family is hiding behind lawyers.

[Ballard] Unless they waive their rights,

no statement they make is admissible.

Well, at the very least,

we should show them these letters

to let them know that we know.

Gee?

Go alone, Frank.

Go alone and go in soft.

If you see any opening at all...

take your best shot.

[door closing]

[imitates fighting sound effects]

- [giggling] - You leaving, kid?

With my grandma.

Yeah? Hey.

What kind of car does grandma drive?

A 1994 Buick Skyline.

Buick's not so bad.

Listen, you know I'm not letting you go

unless you promise to come back and see me again.

- Let me know what's up. - When?

Whenever you want.

We'll go for a ride. Shh.

Hey, come here.

All right, take care.

[chuckles softly]

[doorbell ringing]

[Pembleton] Hi, it's me again.

The troops come along?

No, I'm alone.

I was wondering if I could talk with Hal.

About what?

Something we found.

Evidence which may close the case.

Step inside, Detective. I'll call our lawyers.

I see.

Yes, I will.

We can answer questions

only if you don't inform us of our rights.

Nothing we say will be admissible in court.

Now, understanding those conditions,

you still want to have a conversation?

Yes.

Well, in that case, we're willing to talk.

- Right, Hal? - Yeah.

One of our uniforms found these letters in your desk drawer.

You read them.

Yes.

Anything you want to tell us about these letters, Hal?

Never gave them to her.

Never gave them to whom?

Never gave them to whom, son?

- Mind if I have a look? - Don't.

A couple of strangers have read these letters and not your own father?

[Felix whispering] Oh, Hal.

- I didn't know. - Now you do.

- If I'd known, if you'd told me. - Then what?

Nothing would have changed.

Don't do that.

Don't shut down on me, dad.

Maybe it's time for your little detective friend to leave.

No.

He stays.

[suspenseful music playing]

Well, it's a very simple question, Hal.

When did you find out about your father's relationship with Melia?

You knew before the benefit?

You can question me ad nauseum, Detective.

- I'm not going to answer. - Yes, you are.

What are you going to do? Send me to my room?

Cut off my allowance? Take off your belt?

Give me good ass-whipping?

[Felix] I never punished you like that.

Maybe you should have.

I denied you nothing.

You wanted the pony, I got you a pony.

A motorcycle, a computer, education,

trips to Europe, a new car every year.

You couldn't write a check big enough.

You couldn't pay me enough to compensate

for having spent my entire life

listening to your-- your up-from-the-projects

East Baltimore war stories, your history, your journey.

You denied me nothing? You denied me everything!

You wanted your own place, your own history?

You should have taken it, demanded it.

Oh, you take what you want, Dad?

Answer the detective's question.

I'm a 28-year-old man.

I don't need you to tell me what to do anymore.

You're 28 years old. You're a grown man.

Then act like a man instead of a pubescent child

who stayed up late writing heartfelt letters to his puppy love

and then didn't have the courage to give them to her.

What do you know about love?

You and Melia, that had nothing to do with love.

That was about an old man chasing his spent youth.

Must have taken a lot of courage, huh, Dad,

to deceive my mother?

[sighs]

Well, I'll claim that lie as my own.

Which lies are yours, son?

Stand up.

- [Hal Why? - [Felix] Please stand up.

Now look me in the eye.

[Felix sighs]

Until a few minutes ago,

I thought that whatever else had gone wrong with this family,

there were certain things that just--

just could not be.

Now I'm not sure.

I'm standing here afraid to ask.

- Don't ask. - Don't ask?

How's that possible?

A young girl is dead, murdered.

This young man is here to find out why.

He needs answers.

How can he go back out on the street looking for Melia's killer

without an honest answer now?

Can I ask him to continue the search?

If somebody else is arrested,

charged, found guilty, and sentenced,

could you stand by, silent?

That's not the man I know you are.

- That's not the son I raised. - Stop it.

The truth. Give me the truth.

Stop.

Look at me.

Hal. Did you kill Melia?

[somber music playing]

- Yes. - [Pembleton] How did it happen?

- I loved her. - You told her?

Not in so many words, but she knew how I felt.

[Hal sighs]

And then?

Uh, the day of the benefit.

Thea and my mother were out shopping.

I was with friends.

Forgotten my wallet.

I came home to get it.

I saw Melia...

coming out of my father's bedroom,

buttoning her blouse.

I confronted her.

Initially, she denied everything.

Then she admitted she'd been sleeping with him...

for months.

I was furious.

I threatened to tell the whole family.

She'd be fired, sent back to Haiti.

Then later that night at the benefit,

Melia showed up at the hotel?

Uh, on my way to the bathroom, I saw her get off the elevator.

Hysterical.

She was pleading,

grabbing at my jacket.

I pulled her into the bathroom.

Tried talking to her, but she wouldn't shut up.

Lost my temper.

She had hurt me.

I wanted to hurt her.

Okay.

Am I under arrest, detective?

Well, I'm going to advise you of your rights.

[Felix] No.

We're not going anywhere.

Mr. Wilson, excuse me, this is a case of murder.

I know. Melia's gone. I can't change that.

But I do have a son.

You have no evidence, nothing legal.

But you do have the truth.

Now take it and leave me my son.

[Gee] Come in.

[phone ringing]

Hal Wilson killed Melia Brierre.

- Did he confess? - Not technically.

Can we charge him?

We have no witnesses.

What about the DNA of his hair and blood?

There is no physical evidence on Melia's body to tie her to Hal.

All we've got is the confession and the confession doesn't count.

- What about the letters? - Entertainment value, maybe.

But as evidence, there's not enough there.

He loved her. That doesn't mean he killed her.

[Pembleton] I say arrest him anyway.

Let him sit in pretrial detention for a month or two.

Ed?

File charges against the only son

of one of Baltimore's most respected citizens

then wait till the judge rules all our evidence inadmissible

and has the charges dropped?

Call me crazy, I'd rather not.

So, what are we supposed to do in the meantime?

Let Hal Wilson get away with murder?

What, you've never seen a red name on the board, Frank?

It happens all the time.

[tense music playing]

[door slams]

Hey, Cox, why don't you buy me a drink?

You're kidding, right?

About a bar tab? Never.

All right, all right, how about I buy myself a beer

and spring for your second vino?

I think I'll take a rain check. Thanks.

Don't hold me to it.

Hey, Falsone. Come here.

What's up?

The Mahoney shooting. [sighs]

Maybe, um--

- [sighs] - Yeah?

On paper, it all looks pretty clean, right?

And there was nothing in the autopsy report

that contradicts anything the detective said.

It's just, Mike was-- I mean, Kellerman was--

His attitude.

[Falsone] What are you trying to tell me?

Nothing. Nothing. Forget I said anything.

Merlot makes me chatty. [chuckles]

I gotta go. See you later.

Wait a minute.

Hey, Jules, where's your hat? What's your hurry?

- What'd you do to her? - Nothing.

I'll get ours.

[indistinct].

[sighs]

Jack's grandmother, a sweet old lady.

- I think Jack's gonna be okay. - Yeah, I hope so.

Yeah, someday, you know, you meet the right lady,

settle down, you have kids of your own, huh?

I already do.

You're kidding me?

[chuckling] Look at that.

That's Daniel, he's three.

He lives with his mom over in Ellicott City.

- You and she? - Despise each other.

Can't stand to be in the same room,

never would be if it wasn't for him.

[Lewis] Cute kid.

Yeah.

Janine thinks I'm a bad influence,

she's afraid I'll turn him into a delinquent.

She's probably right.

She's probably right.

Hey!

Don't be doing that.

You're too nostalgic.

Oh, me? No.

You asked me to meet you at the old courtyard,

and if that's not nostalgic, I don't know what is.

Well, that kid was getting ready to throw a rock

through your mother's window.

And you, the born policeman, stopped him, didn't you?

Right is right, wrong is wrong.

Is it that simple?

Usually.

[train horn blows in the distant]

Why did you call me?

What are you going to do?

Leave.

- Leave. Baltimore? - Yes.

The business, the charities,

this city will have to do

without the Wilsons and their money.

Is that what this costs?

My family is broken now.

My son is...

Knowing what I know now,

I should have accepted your help.

Knowing what I know now...

I should never have offered.

[Felix] What are you doing here, Detective Pembleton?

I would have thought that your work

on the Brierre case has come to an end.

My lawyer tells me that

there'll be no charges filed against Hal.

So what do you want?

I came to understand.

Be careful with that desk.

In the courtroom of honor,

the judge pounded his gavel to show that all's equal,

that the court's on the level,

and that the strings and the books

cannot be pulled or persuaded,

and even the nobles are properly handled.

What is that?

"The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll."

Bob Dylan.

Two hotels, two Black servants,

and two privileged young men,

raised to believe that the world has no right

to deny them anything.

Two senseless deaths.

Zanzinger got off because of wealth and influence.

Are you gonna make sure the same is true for Hal?

I guess I am.

Your son cannot outrun this murder forever.

I'm gonna do everything in my power

- to make sure that he does. - You can live with that?

I don't know, but I'm sure as hell gonna try.

[suspenseful music building]

Hey, Pembleton. Can I talk to you?

I usually come up here to be alone.

I hear you, but, uh,

I'd like to make peace with you,

and I know the kind of man you are,

you're not gonna be the person

to make the first move, so here I am.

I was wrong.

- Is that what you want to hear? - No.

- Want me to apologize? - No.

I would like you to shut up for a second...

and look at me.

You know, not past me or through me, but at me.

How's that?

[laughing] Whoo!

I feel so much better.

[Pembleton laughing]

I don't care if you don't like me.

I don't care if you don't respect me.

I'm not gonna scamper on back to Seattle

just because you've decided that you have some problem

with the way I do police work.

I'm here.

And I'm staying.

And we're gonna have to work together,

so, you know, I'd like to keep things civil.

I agree.

Okay, well... [chuckles]

I guess that's all I had to say,

so I'll see you later.

Hey, Ballard.

Yeah?

You were right.

Your instincts were dead on.

Mine for once were not.

[seagulls cawing]

Hey, Gee, you going home?

It's been a long day.

- It's been a long week. - Yes, it has.

Frank.

The Brierre case is still open.

The file is still active.

Okay.

All the good the Wilsons did for this city...

[chuckles] ...for the Black community.

Well, to you and I, that means nothing now.

I was blindsided by my personal involvement.

I refused to see the truth of their guilt.

I spoke with Felix Wilson just this afternoon.

He told me they're all moving to San Diego.

Huh. As soon as we get enough evidence,

we're gonna haul them right back here to Baltimore.

Hal Wilson committed murder in a rage against his father.

It wasn't about Melia Brierre. It was about the two of them.

That rage is still there.

I've been in contact with the San Diego Police Department.

When Hal acts out on this anger,

when he lashes out, and he will,

they'll be waiting.

So will I.

Tomorrow, next week,

next year, however long it takes.

Hal Wilson murdered Melia Brierre.

He'll answer for that.

- Good night. - Good night.

[suspenseful music playing]