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- [police radio chatter] - [dramatic chord plays]

- [camera shutter clicks] - [paramedic] I have a pulse. Let's go.

I'm late. Ivy's gonna kill me.

Are you ready for a check?

[Falsone] Hey, Westby.

The victim, we got ID?

[Westby] Her name's Grace Rivera.

Fella over there walking his dog found her lying in the alley.

Thought she was dead.

[indistinct] place?

[bartender] Well, I'd probably make more tips.

You should talk to my boss for me.

Well, how alive is she?

[Westby] Barely.

She's been beaten, strangled, possibly sexually assaulted.

I didn't think she'd make it. That's why I called homicide.

I thought I had more than this.

You know, don't worry about it. You can pay me next time.

Matt, you're my hero.

She say anything about who did this to her,

make any kind of statement?

Nope, and I doubt she will.

[*]

See you later.

Lewis. Falsone. What are you doing here?

[Lewis] What are you doing here?

I called Sex Crimes, too.

Figured you guys could work it out.

The victim's still alive. This is a Sex Crimes case.

The beating she took, she should be dead.

- Where's my body? - [Lewis] Hey, Julie C.

- Top of the morning to you. - Yeah, yeah, enough of the small talk.

I haven't even had my coffee yet.

- Where's the body? - There is no body.

The victim's on her way to the City Hospital.

Okay, and you guys had an ME paged

to the scene because...

- I thought I had a homicide. - [Cox] Huh!

Okay, well, you know what, Falsone?

Next time you think you have a homicide,

why don't you try thinking again?

Body or no body, I got a woman about to die.

I'm still gonna need your help on this case.

Oh yeah, I know you're gonna need my help.

That's why I'm going to the hospital.

She hates you.

- She was smiling. - Nah.

They smile like that, they really hate you.

[theme music playing]

[Gee] Homicide.

you are intelligent, sensitive,

and have an unusual ability to calculate prime numbers.

June 9th, September 12th and November 23rd are lucky.

So your kid could be a mathematical genius, Frank.

If Mary has that baby today.

Why should today be different than any other day.

She's gotta be close by now, isn't she?

Well, she's beyond due.

She's beyond overdue.

Can't they do something about that?

They could induce, but since the baby's doing fine,

Mary prefers to wait for a natural delivery.

- So you're waiting. - Mm-hmm, naturally.

My in-laws are in town, taking care of Livie till the baby's born.

Makin' me nuts.

You know I went to this restaurant once

called Café Toulouse, and they had a salad on the menu

that supposedly kick-starts pregnant women.

- A salad? - Yeah. Yeah.

It was like a seaweed or something.

- Seaweed? - Or something.

That's ridiculous.

Might as well give it a shot.

Sooner Mary has that baby,

sooner you're rid of your in-laws.

- Alright? - You got a point.

My lieutenant is spitting nails.

She wants this case turned over to Sex Crimes.

Homicide was first on the scene.

The attack is not an isolated incident.

It's the third assault in three months in Federal Hill.

I say we go back to headquarters,

let the bosses sort this out, huh?

We're just the foot soldiers here.

[Falsone] What did you find out, Cox?

Rivera fought back. Hard.

She had defense wounds, broken fingers, toes.

What caused the head injury?

I'd say she was beaten with a rock.

Maybe a brick. The doctor's just drained the hematoma.

Whether she regains consciousness is another question.

Anything we can use?

Um, there were no visible hair or fibers.

But, we sent her clothes off to the lab.

Maybe they'll pick something up.

[Stivers] What about the sexual assault?

Uh, there was vaginal tearing, abrasions,

but no visible semen.

Same as the other two women who were attacked.

Either he used a condom, maybe he didn't ejaculate,

or she was assaulted with an object.

Maybe you don't know nothing for sure.

Right now? No.

How long do I have to wait?

Probably as long it takes.

If you'll excuse me.

She really hates you, man.

I've been a Lieutenant less than a year, Al.

I don't want to step on any toes. Not unless I have to.

Unless the Rivera case is turned over to Sex Crimes?

We could be looking at a serial rapist.

My unit should have jurisdiction.

What if the woman dies?

If it's a homicide, it's Homicide.

But until then, I want the case.

What's the condition check on Grace Rivera?

Critical. She still hasn't regained consciousness.

Yeah, we found her purse on the scene.

Nothing taken, no witnesses.

What was she doing in that alley?

We're trying to find out. We went to Rivera's apartment.

Neighbor said she has a roommate.

We're trying to track the roommate down.

With the death of the woman a possibility, it's a Homicide case.

For now, Falsone will be the primary

and Lewis will be the back-up, Stivers will assist.

We'll coordinate the investigation with Sex Crimes.

- Kate? - I can live with that. For now.

But if Grace Rivera recovers,

the case goes back to Sex Crimes.

Fair enough. What about other attacks?

[Stivers] Two assaults and beatings, same pattern as Rivera.

Bridgette Riley and Vicki Sims.

Both women were knocked to the ground from behind,

assaulted and then beaten until they lost consciousness.

Did either of the witnesses make an ID?

[Kate] No, there's been no other witnesses

and no physical evidence.

The only thing linking all three cases

is the nature of the assault.

Review all past arrest records and parole lists

of known sex offenders.

Lewis and I will talk to the first two victims, Reilly and Simms.

We'll recanvas the area. You'll have a suspect, Lieutenant.

Are you guaranteeing me a closed case, Detective?

I didn't hear nothin' about no guarantee there, Gee.

Yeah. I guarantee you a closed case.

I like you more every day, Falsone.

Now, get out of my office.

What are you on drugs? Huh? Guarantees?

There ain't no guarantees in this business.

Check the board, I close most of my cases.

Most ain't all, Falsone.

Anybody wanna talk to Grace Rivera's roommate?

This is police brutality. I want to file a complaint.

Detective Falsone, meet lvy Kiriakis.

Miss Kiriakis.

Would you like some coffee?

Give her a cup of coffee, she's liable to spill it on your shoes.

- That was an accident. - There are no accidents.

I was aiming for your socks.

When was the last time you saw Grace?

Yesterday afternoon.

Did she say where she was going?

To get something to eat.

Can I go now?

Your roommate's in the hospital. She might die.

This doesn't bother you?

Yeah. That bothers me.

But being here bothers me more.

Did she say where she was goin' to eat?

Did she say when she was comin' home?

We were supposed to meet at the Good Love Bar at 10:00.

She didn't show, I figured she'd met somebody.

[chuckles] This isn't the first time she hasn't come home.

Is Grace seeing any one guy in particular?

She's still kissing frogs.

- What? - Kissing frogs.

She said that all the time.

You know, you gotta kiss a lot of frogs--

Before you find a prince.

Does she have any family, anybody we should notify?

Her father's dead, her mother's in a nursing home

in Carroll County with Alzheimer's.

I'm pretty much the only family Grace has.

[classical violin music]

Seaweed, huh?

Mm-hmm. How is it?

[Mary] Mm, it's not bad.

Have some more.

Dr. Porter's giving me 48 hours,

then she's gonna induce.

Well, maybe we don't have to wait that long.

Well, I'm-- I'm fine. The baby's fine.

You know, you're glowing lately.

- Really? - Mm-hmm. [Mary chuckles]

[laughing]

I should be saying that about you.

You look happy to be back on Homicide.

I am.

I was home more, working Robbery.

[Mary] You were miserable working Robbery.

Last few months, I've caught a lot of big cases.

Worked a lot of hours, nights. But that's bound to slow down.

That's just the rhythm of the job.

There's always gonna be big cases, Frank.

As much as I love working Homicide,

that is not my life.

You are.

You and Livie and this child.

I know that.

Okay.

Have some more.

[Lewis] We got any sex offenders matching the profile

of Grace Rivera's attacker, been released recently?

The same list we came up with during the investigation

of the Reilly and Simms rapes.

I talked to each and every one of these upstanding individuals.

Well, we're gonna have to talk to 'em again, huh?

Mm-hmm. Yep.

[sighs]

How are you and Falsone doing?

Great, fine.

No more questions from him about the Luther Mahoney shooting?

He don't bring it up, I don't bring it up. Huh?

Well, it's a dead issue, all right?

What, you don't trust him?

- Not entirely, no. - Well, then you don't trust me?

I gotta go, um, check in with my lieutenant.

I'll talk to you later.

- Let's go, let's go. - Where?

City Hospital. I just got paged. Grace Rivera, she's awake.

You want to grab Stivers?

Fine, get Stivers. Let's just go.

[tense percussion instrumental]

I see you got my message, Detective Kellerman?

What do you want, Georgia?

Nice day, isn't it? Clear.

Beautiful view of my brother Luther's building.

Yeah, well, enjoy the fresh air.

'Cause I don't know how the hell you made bail,

but you're going back to the joint for a long time.

[chuckling]

We'll see. I don't mind being in prison.

It's a vacation, no phones, no business.

There's nothing I miss from the outside except maybe my VCR.

There's nothing like curling up with a good video.

Action-adventure is my favorite.

The guns, the violence.

I love one tape in particular.

I don't really care.

You should. You're in it.

- What? - You're in my video.

In fact, you're the star.

My brother, Luther, was an important man,

an intelligent man.

Did you think he'd live without surveillance cameras?

I have to run. I'm late for a lunch date.

Let's stay in touch, Kellerman.

[tense percussion instrumental continues]

[music stops]

I hope Grace Rivera's not hysterical.

What?

Working Auto, I didn't interview that many women.

You talked to your wife, didn't you?

Yeah, you'll notice we're not married any more.

Any words of wisdom?

I ain't one to be giving advice.

Me neither.

[Dr. DeVilbiss] Detective?

Doctor.

Eli DeVilbiss, Grace's physician.

She's better, huh?

Well, she regained consciousness,

so, yeah, that's better than being unconscious.

Can we talk to her?

Detective, she had a substantial head injury.

She has no idea what happened to her.

[Stivers] Well, we need to talk to her anyway.

It'd be better if there wasn't a crowd.

See you.

You want me to handle the interview, Falsone?

We can do it together.

It's this way.

[exhales sharply]

Miss Rivera?

[Grace] Do I know you?

Detective Paul Falsone, Homicide.

I'm Detective Terri Stivers.

Hope you're not here to tell me I'm dead.

[Falsone] You're not dead.

I can't tell.

I know you probably don't feel great right now--

But we have to ask you some questions.

As long as you don't ask me what year it is,

what day it is, who's President.

Was I in a car accident?

I don't remember getting in my car.

No, it wasn't a car accident.

I thought maybe I hit someone.

What's the last thing you do remember?

Uh, waking up in the morning...

thinking it was gonna be a good day.

You know the feeling, like you have a good dream or something?

And you wake up happy?

Yeah.

[Grace] After that...

nothing.

Maybe we should finish this later?

[Grace] You still haven't told me what happened.

We can talk about that later, too.

I know the story doesn't have a fairytale ending.

Okay.

[sighs]

You were beaten.

You were raped. Left in an alley.

Paramedics said if you'd been in that alley

a few minutes longer, you would've died.

Well, I guess I was right.

[Stivers] About what?

It being a good day. I mean, I'm still here, right?

Right.

[Mike] How long ago was Luther Mahoney's condo sold?

Couple months. New owners are a pain, too.

- What do you mean? - They bitched about the bloodstains.

They bitched about everything. They tore the whole place apart.

Look, any particular reason you need to go up there again?

There's just a couple of loose ends in the case.

- I wanna clear up a few details. - I almost went to the Academy myself.

- Really? - Yeah.

So the new owners, they just redid the whole condo?

Yeah, $30,000-worth.

I had to supervise the whole thing.

Really?

Did you come across anything in the walls,

microphones, a camera, anything like that?

Hey, you guys are good. How'd you know that?

What did you find exactly?

Surveillance cameras in the living room, kitchen,

two in the bedroom, one in every bathroom.

Did you leave them installed?

Are you kiddin'? The guy's wife freaked.

[chuckling] We pulled 'em all out.

- You got rid of 'em? - No, we got 'em in our storage room.

You need them for evidence?

That would be really helpful to our investigation.

- Well, I'll go get 'em for you right now. - Great.

[suspenseful music playing]

There were no drugs in Grace Rivera's system,

but her blood alcohol was .16.

- She was drunk. - Mm-hmm.

So she was drinking before the attack.

We gotta check all the local bars.

You know how many pubs, watering holes

and drinking establishments there are on Federal Hill.

Fifty-six. What else?

What? No, that's it.

- That's it? - Yeah, the lab came up dry.

The only blood on the victim's clothes was her own.

No other hair or fibers, no skin cells, no semen.

That's impossible.

I'm lying to you?

No, she was worked over hard. There's gotta be some trace.

Falcone, this isn't even a homicide.

- Why don't you take it up with the lab? - [Lewis] Yeah.

Look, I got a woman that doesn't remember anything that happened to her.

If I'm gonna make a case, it's gonna be on the physical evidence.

Well, I'm telling you that there isn't any.

We got a lot of bars to cover.

Yeah, 56.

Have fun.

Yeah.

[melodramatic alt rock song playing]

[*]

I stink, man.

I stink like stale beer and cigarettes.

I never thought I'd hate the smell of a bar.

None of the bartenders could recognize Rivera?

[Lewis] Oh, they recognized her but ain't nobody see her last night.

Maybe she wasn't out in that neighborhood.

Hey Falsone, if you're thinking about

canvassing every two-bit saloon in this burg,

you can forget about it, I quit.

Go ahead, I got Munch to back me up.

You know, I think I hear my phone ringing.

Huh.

Detective Falsone, making progress, I trust?

Absolutely, Lieutenant.

Was the victim able to make a statement?

[Falsone] No.

What about the previous victims?

They tell you anything?

No.

The recently released sex offenders,

any of them a possible suspect?

No.

So much for my guarantee.

Grace Rivera is conscious.

Lieutenant McClendon wants the case.

So let Sex Crimes take the heat.

We have actual murders piling up.

I can handle the heat, Lieutenant.

So far, you've handled the heat of a camp stove.

I'm talking about white-hot explosions, solar rays,

fireballs bursting from the face of the sun,

the kind of heat that would incinerate a man,

his career, instantly.

[exhales sharply]

You just can't help yourself, can you?

Hey, anyone wanna tag along.

- Pick up a suspect in the Rivera case? - What?

I just got a call from the Philly PD Sex Crimes Unit.

A Ted Ganz was released from the state pen

in Graterford three months ago.

He served 15 years for assault and rape.

The woman he beat suffered permanent brain damage.

[Lewis] Any reason to believe Ganz might be in Baltimore?

His mother lives in Federal Hill.

That's a good enough reason for me.

Come on.

So, you took Mary to Café Toulouse

and nothin' happened.

Nothin'.

This baby has temperament. This baby's stubborn.

I wonder whose gene pool that comes from.

Hey, Pembleton! Wait a second, listen.

Your wife's doctor just called.

Mary's at the Harbor Maternity Ward,

- and she's in labor! - Hallelujah!

Yeah, she said if you wanna make the birth, you better hurry it up.

Right, Frank! I'm gonna drive!

Frank, I'm driving.

[Falsone] Take a look at these women, Ganz.

Recognize any of 'em?

[Ganz sighs] I seen 'em.

Where?

Around the neighborhood.

You know any of their names?

I know who they are, that's all.

You never talked to them?

They don't talk to me.

They think they're too good for you, right?

I don't know what they're thinkin'.

Maybe you try to start up a conversation and...

they look at you like you're garbage.

I said, I don't know.

You're not a good-lookin' guy, Ted.

So what?

So girls don't like to talk to ugly guys, do they?

I've had women talk to me before.

You have women up in Philly talk to you?

I've had girlfriends.

What about the woman you raped and beat up in Philadelphia?

Was she your girlfriend?

You know, the thing I don't get is,

if you're gonna rape a girl, why not do it right.

Finish what you started?

Something wrong with your equipment?

Maybe he doesn't like women.

Is that it?

You like men, Teddy?

Why don't you ask her?

What's she gonna tell us?

She'll tell you what happened.

She'll tell you she loved it.

I don't think so.

[Ganz] You want me to say I did her?

I did her.

I worked her over hard.

I wanted her to remember me.

[Ganz groans in pain]

[indistinct] a good impression, pal.

We showed her your picture. She didn't recognize your face.

You're nothing, Ganz. A cipher.

You're gonna disappear into oblivion

like the anonymous little scum you are.

[tense instrumental playing]

[door shuts]

Her doctor's name is Porter.

Sir, I don't have any Pembleton on my list.

My wife's having a baby and you can't tell me where she is?

I'm checking if you just give me a second.

Forget about this, I'll go find her myself.

Excuse me, sir, You can't go in there. Visiting hours are over.

Listen, she might have come in through the emergency room.

- Why don't you check that? - Hold on.

[exhaling]

[nurse] Yvonne? Yeah.

Do you have a Pembleton, Mary?

Uh-huh.

Okay.

All right, thanks.

She never even made it up here.

She's being prepped for an emergency C-section on the seventh floor.

- Seventh floor. - [Bayliss] See? See?

[nurse] Other set of elevators. That way.

Mary came in fully dilated, in spontaneous labor.

- What happened? - We ran into a complication.

- What happened? - Placental abruption.

- And what is that? - It's not uncommon in post-term pregnancies.

The placenta abrupts away from the uterine wall.

- Causing fetal distress. - How's the baby?

We gotta get that baby out, now.

[nurse] Baby's heart rate is 90.

Okay, call pediatrics. Get an anesthesiologist down here.

- Frank? - I'm here, sweetie.

- Come on, let's move. - I love you.

- Tell me she's gonna be okay. - Come on.

Tell me she's gonna be alright. The baby's gonna be okay.

[nurse] C'mon, let's go. Baby's heartbeat is 60 and dropping.

- You're gonna have to wait. - [indistinct]

[nurse] Is the doctor on his way?

[somber music playing]

Can you explain to me, Detective Falsone,

what happened to our key suspect?

- [Lewis] Ganz provoked-- - I didn't ask you!

- [Falsone] I was interviewing the guy. - How, with your fist?

You're lucky you didn't break his jaw.

- Has he signed a confession? - Not yet, but--

Any halfwit defense attorney

has more than enough to claim coercion.

- Ganz is guilty though, Gee. - Prove it!

[Falsone] Listen, Gee.

Don't-- don't tell me what you're gonna do!

Just show me the evidence!

You two recanvass the neighborhood

see if anybody saw Ganz last night.

[Lewis] What are you gonna do?

Talk to Rivera.

[seller] This is top-of-the-line equipment, Detective.

Where did you find the camera?

In the wall at a murder scene.

8.7 mm to 87 mm zoom.

Crystal lock synchronization--

- What's the range on that? - 0 to 360.

You say you found this at a murder scene?

- Yeah. - You find the tape, you find the killer.

Anything that happened in that room,

this baby would pick it up.

In close-up, in detail, in living color.

Thanks [indistinct].

[giggling]

You still don't recognize any of 'em?

No, glad I don't.

You remember anything more about last night?

Your blood alcohol shows you were drinking.

I drink every night.

You go to a bar?

Yeah. What about it?

Well, if we can trace your last steps,

find where you were, maybe it'll spark your memory.

I told you I don't remember anything.

Take another shot.

You sure you don't recognize any of 'em?

[giggling]

Maybe he looks familiar.

I dunno, they all look familiar.

The kind of idiot that buys you a drink, so you take him home, hm?

I mean, that's what you're saying, right?

This creep, I met him in the bar.

I mean, even if you did, that doesn't make it your fault.

[Grace sighs] It all just becomes one big blur.

And it's not being bashed in the head.

It's 'cause there's been so many.

They all start to look alike.

I got raped...

and beat up by some loser.

[scoffs]

That's Grace.

Always had lousy luck with men.

Gotta kiss a lot of frogs, huh?

What difference does it make which one it was?

[sighing] I'm just trying to do my job.

[exhales sharply] This is sick.

You're sitting here trying to make me remember

the worst thing that ever happened to me,

so you can do your job?

You want me to leave?

Yeah, I do.

[Falsone] Okay.

[tense instrumental building]

Hey, I checked this place already.

That's why it's called a recanvassing, Lewis,

'cause we're checking it again.

Angela is the bartender, and Angela would not lie to me.

- You lied to me! - I had to.

First tell me you were working last night, and then you weren't.

- What's up with that? - [Angela] I needed a couple hours off.

And Matt covered for me.

Look, I couldn't tell you before because my boss was here.

He gets really bent when we start to rearrange the schedule.

This other bartender's name is Matt what?

- Matt Northrup. - Does he know Grace Rivera?

Grace? Yeah, sure. He ran her a tab last night.

Could we see this tab, please?

[bar din]

Damn.

When is Matt working again?

[Angela] He should be back in about an hour.

Here.

Come on.

- Want a bite? - No.

Good for you.

Something warm to drink, something sweet to eat.

It's comfort.

No?

Mary and the baby are gonna be okay, Frank.

I've never been here before.

What?

Hospital waiting room,

I've never had to wait in one before.

Well, I was in one when my--

when my father was sick.

And-- and Mary and I waited when you had your stroke.

Right.

Most people by my age, they've been here.

Grandparent, a parent, somebody about to die.

Well, you-- you've been lucky.

Yeah, I've been lucky.

[loud pop music playing]

[Lewis] Matt? Matt!

[Matt] Yeah, that's me.

- That's me. [Matt] What can I get you?

Excuse me.

We need to talk to you about Grace Rivera.

She was here last night, right?

I don't know, I was off last night.

[Lewis] No, that's okay.

Angela told us that you covered her shift for her.

[Stivers] She also told us you ran a tab for Grace.

- [Falsone] She was here, right? - Yeah.

I heard about what happened to her,

and I'm sick about it.

You seen him last night?

Is this your suspect?

- [Falsone] He in here last night or not? - Yeah.

He wanted to buy Grace a drink.

But I kept him away from her.

How soon after she left did he leave?

Ten, maybe 15 minutes.

I remember thinking the guy was kind of a jerk.

You think he's the one that did it, huh?

[Stivers] He's a suspect.

Well, anything I can do.

I'd really like to see that guy put away.

What happened to your arm?

Ah, my dog bit me.

Man's best friend, right?

[Falsone] I wouldn't know. I have a cat.

So what time did you leave the bar last night?

[exhales] I don't remember. Not sure.

[Lewis] [indistinct].

- You were covering for Angela, right? - Yeah.

So did you leave when she came back,

or did you stay here till closing time?

I've-- I stayed till closing.

[Falsone] What time was that exactly?

I don't know exactly.

It's, uh, last call's at 1:45.

I've gotta wait for all the stragglers to leave,

you know, then I gotta clean up.

So, I don't-- I'm not sure.

- Okay, well, thanks, Matt. - [Matt] Sure.

- Take care of your bite. - [Matt] Yup.

It was your dog that bit you, right?

- Right. - What kind of dog you got?

It-- I-- A pit bull.

[Lewis] A pit bull?

- [Matt] Yeah. - I'd be curious to look at that.

[fast-paced percussion instrumental]

- Hey! - Gotta love a runner!

[*]

[Falsone] Hey!

[man screams and grunts]

[Lewis] What the hell's wrong with you, huh?

[Matt groans] Get off of me!

- [Matt groaning] - Shut up or I'll shoot you.

Probable cause for a body search, huh?

Damn straight.

Now, this is gonna sting.

[Matt groaning]

Pit bull, my ass.

She bit him.

It's human. Grace Rivera bit him.

She bit you, you stupid son of a bitch.

I knew I loved that woman.

I should have been with her tonight.

You don't know if that would have made a difference, Frank.

We weren't working a case.

[scoffs] We were on the clock.

When we were working-- when we were working Robbery,

I was home by 6:00 every night.

[Bayliss Right. Right. Off on the weekends.

Less anxiety, less aggravation.

Yadda, yadda, yadda.

But, Frank, you hated Robbery.

It bored you to tears.

I was bored.

Mary wasn't bored having her husband across

from the dinner table every night.

Livie wasn't bored having a daddy to tuck her in.

So, what?

You're gonna...

quit Homicide?

I'm a husband and a father.

I should have been with my family, tonight.

[Dr. Porter] Frank.

What is it? How are they?

Mary and your son are doing fine.

A son? A son. A son, that's beautiful.

[emotional music playing]

Well, congratulations, Pop.

- A son. - Yeah.

- Great. Great. - [Bayliss laughing]

- Can I see her? - In just a few minutes.

- Great. - Yeah.

[*]

I really bit him.

Yeah, broke the skin.

So we'll take this impression of your bite pattern,

and compare it to the mark on the suspect's arm.

Okay?

If it's a match, we have evidence to make a case.

I'll put a rush on the comparison.

Falsone?

Just a minute.

You okay?

You're not gonna ask me any more questions, are you?

I just want the guy that did this to you to be punished.

[exhales sharply]

Some jerk makes a pass.

All you want to do is get away, but...

you're in your living room,

and you're a little buzzed, so you have sex anyway.

Sometimes it's easier than saying no.

So you wake up the next morning, take a shower,

and try to convince yourself it doesn't matter.

This is different.

[Grace] Not for me.

If you go looking for revenge, you gotta admit

that something happened to you.

It wasn't your choice.

You got screwed over.

I can't live with that image of myself.

Okay.

, you do what you gotta do,

but I'm gonna get out of here and get on with my life.

All right.

We already know you're guilty, Northrup.

I want a lawyer.

You're gonna need one.

What's your excuse gonna be?

A lousy childhood?

You got the wrong guy. It wasn't me.

Then how come you got a chunk bit out of your arm courtesy of Grace Rivera?

She's lying.

Lying about what?

It wasn't you, or it wasn't rape?

I want a lawyer now.

- [Falsone] You want a lawyer? - Yeah.

You're gonna get a lawyer.

Doesn't matter to me either way.

What I've got on you, ten lawyers couldn't save your ass.

He ain't gonna give it up, Gee.

What kind of case can we make?

We've matched Grace Rivera's bite pattern,

the overall size, dental work, position of incisors,

to the teeth mark on Northrup's arm.

- What can that get us? - I'll see what I can do.

First degree sexual assault, he could get two to 15.

The man almost beat a woman to death.

What happened to assault with intent?

She doesn't remember the attack?

Not so far, no.

I can try, but, uh,

if they refuse a plea, a trial is too risky.

No offence Julianna, but you know how hard it is to build a case

when your only witness is a medical expert.

Oh, no. A jury falls asleep. I've seen it myself.

We'll go back in the box. I'll get a confession.

How, Falsone? With the back of your hand?

- If I have to. - I'm not hearing this.

Northrup should be up for attempted murder, at least.

This is bull! There's gotta be something we can do.

There's nothing you can do, you're off the case.

- Lieutenant-- - Another word, and you're out of this unit.

I think he's taking it personal, Gee.

I'm running a Homicide unit.

I don't have time for personal feelings.

[street din]

[Munch sigs] You seem kind of blue tonight, Julianna.

No, not so much blue.

Maybe grey. [chuckles]

- How about some red? - Mm.

I was just thinking about Grace Rivera.

Thank you.

That was a rough case.

Her blood alcohol was .16 when she was attacked.

Yeah, I-- I heard she'd been drinking.

Nothing's ever black and white, is it?

Not that her being drunk in any way excuses

what that bastard did to her, but...

in some little finger-pointing corner of my mind,

I can't help thinking that--

that she let herself be vulnerable.

It could happen to me.

If I were in that condition,

I'd blame myself.

You'd never be in that condition.

Because there's a difference between drinking and being drunk, right?

Well, I'm gonna go on believing that,

because right now I'm really not in the mood

to believe anything else.

- I'll drink to that. - Mm.

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[Georgia] They finally finished Luther's headstone.

I waited months for the Italian marble.

What do you think?

You want to know what's on that tape.

Of course you do.

Otherwise, you wouldn't be here.

You're gonna play me for as long as you can, aren't you?

Enjoy the game, Torture the Detective.

Like you enjoyed torturing my brother.

You didn't show him any mercy.

You didn't make his life or his death any easier.

Now you're asking that from me?

[Kellerman sighs] What do you want, Georgia?

What, you gonna blackmail me?

Ruin my career?

You already tried to have me killed.

[Georgia] If I wanted you dead, you'd be in the ground already.

I don't know what I want from you yet.

I haven't decided.

But believe me, when I do decide,

you'll be the first person I'll call.

Take care, Detective Kellerman.

- [door shuts] - [approaching footsteps]

- Got something for me? - Certainly do. Take a look.

What am I looking at?

It's an enlarged photograph of Rivera's facial injuries,

the night of her attack.

Yeah, and?

There are hemorrhages.

Pinpoint petechial hemorrhages,

which means she was minutes away from death.

What good does that do me?

He was strangling her with the intent to kill.

I testified in a similar case in Buffalo,

and the prosecutor was able to use petechial hemorrhages

to get a conviction of attempted murder.

- Thanks. - Sure.

Hey, Falsone?

If you just do your job, you'll prove yourself.

You know, maybe you don't have to try so hard.

You know, these guys at Homicide, they're the best.

And I know there's some people that think

that coming from Auto, I can't cut it.

But I'll work twice as hard if I have to. This is where I belong.

Well, you're a good detective.

Yeah.

See you later, Cox.

Excuse me.

Doctor.

Grace Rivera, she changed rooms?

- You didn't get the message? - What message?

Grace died.

- About an hour ago. - Wh-- what?

The hematoma erupted.

She had massive hemorrhaging to the brain.

They rushed her back into surgery, but she didn't make it.

Oh, okay.

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[Munch] Kellerman, I thought you stopped drinking.

What, are you my mother?

Jim Beam.

[Munch sighs]

Maybe it's none of my business, but something going on?

Yeah, something's going on.

Well, I'm your partner. Can I help?

No, I got it under control.

Okay.

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See you, John.

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