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[calm music playing]

Okay. I'll go get Larry.

Hey, hey, Larry! You want dinner?

- I wouldn't say no. - Okay, okay. You eat with us.

- Shouldn't smoke, you shouldn't smoke. - I know, I know.

Over there, sit. Sit, sit.

[speaking in Vietnamese]

- [Kevin] Okay. - [Alice] Okay. Yeah.

Man, I stink.

- [Lucy] It's your fault, Tommy. - I have to go home and take a shower.

I smell like fish sauce.

Tommy, quit complaining. Your friends will wait.

No, they won't. They don't have to work Friday nights.

Look, I don't care.

[thudding]

- What was that? - You slammed the door.

No, like a bang.

- [Alice] No! No, no! - [Kevin] No, no!

[gunshots popping]

- [Lucy] Wait, what are you doing? - [Tommy] Shut up.

- [Lucy] Ow! - [Tommy] Shut up.

[gunshots booming]

[dramatic music playing]

[phone ringing]

[ringing continues]

I can't.

Where's Bayliss?

Medical emergency, hypochondriacs' convention.

Yeah, I told him to stay away from that fried fish.

Give you the scours every time.

Homicide, Pembleton.

[Munch] So where's your little buddy?

Falsone? I don't know.

It ain't my turn to watch him.

Probably out hotwiring cars just to keep a hand in.

[Lewis] Yeah. [chuckles] So where's your partner?

Kellerman? No idea.

- [Pembleton] Meldrick? - Yo.

In the mood for a multiple homicide?

On a Friday night? Always.

Hey, stick that in the fridge for me, would you there, Slappy?

Yeah, sure.

[theme music playing]

[music fades]

[camera shutter clicking]

Sit-down family dinner.

The sign says closed, but the front door is unlocked.

- A couple minutes after ten... - [knocking on door]

- ...knock on the door. - Mm-hmm.

Somebody desperate,

jonesing for some takeout moo goo gai pan.

That's Chinese. This is Vietnamese.

But yeah, "Let me order something,"

or "Come on, open up, have a heart,"

blah-blah-blah-blah-blah.

So he lets 'em in.

- [Pembleton] Roll him over? - Yeah, yeah, be my guest.

Gentlemen, if you would be so kind.

[camera shutter clicking]

He's a cop.

Okay, bag that. See if it's been fired.

Maybe he got lucky. [sighs]

Oh, my God. Larry?

[Pembleton] You know him?

Larry Jones.

We moonlight here, security guards.

Toinette Perry.

Any ideas what the hell...

Looks like a robbery. Cash register's empty.

[Cox] You know what? Pierced ears, no earrings.

In fact, there's no jewelry of any kind.

No rings, necklaces, no watches.

[Lewis] Yeah, dollars to donuts

you ain't gonna find no purses or wallets either.

You want to help us ID these other vics here, please?

Mr. and Mrs. Nguyen, Kevin Nguyen...

- Alice Nguyen. - [Cox] Same family?

- Yeah. - Mother. Father.

- Brother, sister. - [Perry] Right, right, right.

[Lewis] What do you think, Doctor?

MSG rage?

[Perry] Tom and Lucy were here when it went down?

[Lewis] Yeah, they were in the back.

Came out, found the bodies and dialed 911.

[Perry] They see what happened, see the shooters?

We don't know yet. They're still too shocked to talk about it.

[somber music playing]

You okay?

My chosen profession.

Falsone?

The State's Attorney's Office

can't make a case against Georgia Rae Mahoney.

So they're gonna hang the detective shootings

and the Bowman murder on Junior Bunk.

Well, that's bogus. What about the hit she ordered on Wilkie Collins?

Oh, they're not gonna charge her with that, either.

Why the hell not? The hit man dropped a dime on her.

Come on, the shooter's word is not enough.

Nobody will testify. No corroboration, no case.

You know, Junior, he gave up his mother once.

Maybe he'd do it again.

Well, we can try,

but as long as she's around, he'll be reluctant.

Thought she split to the Caymans once she made bail.

Well, the word is, she's staying in Baltimore.

Huh. Unfinished business.

- What? - Nothing.

Just thinking out loud.

Probably was somebody from the neighborhood, you know.

Regular customer, maybe.

[Pembleton] Why do you say that?

[Perry] Nguyens kept a lot of money in the store.

Common knowledge. They'd cash checks for people, make loans.

Sort of a neighborhood bank?

Yeah, for the Vietnamese.

[Lewis] So if you ain't Vietnamese,

you ain't gonna get your check cashed here, right?

[laughs] Well, you know how these people are,

especially with us.

One eye on you, one eye on the merchandise.

- [Lewis] Mm-hmm. - All tight-knit, secretive.

They don't want you to know something,

they start speaking in their own language.

Which is cool. I got no problem with that.

We got along just fine, just like family.

That's how they was, that's all.

[Pembleton] So you think the shooter

is someone from the neighborhood,

Vietnamese maybe?

It'd be my first choice.

[Pembleton] Where'd they keep the extra cash?

Somewhere in back.

Pop would take the check, and go in back.

You got any idea where?

[Perry] Like I said, secretive.

Maybe Tom and Lucy know.

We'll get back with them later.

Give 'em a chance to get it together.

Be happy to sit in.

With somebody from the neighborhood,

I might be able to help you put two and two together.

Well, we'll keep you up to speed.

- All right. Anything I can do. - [Pembleton] Okay.

- [Pembleton] Okay, thank you. - Sure. Anytime.

[doorbell ringing]

Who is it?

[Pembleton] Miss Jones?

Miss Jones?

I'm Detective Frank Pembleton, Baltimore Police Department.

This is my partner, Detective Lewis.

[Lewis] It's about your husband, ma'am.

[Pembleton] May we speak with you, ma'am?

Miss Jones?

May we come in?

Miss Jones.

[Ballard] So this is it, huh?

Baltimore's favorite indoor sport.

Second favorite, anyway.

Obrycki's, I love this place.

- What do you think? - It's not bad.

All the spices get in the little cuts in your hand. It burns.

This is the way I like it, primal.

Smash it, tear it apart with your bare hands,

suck out the meat, chew the flesh,

spit out the shells.

[laughs] And people wonder why I left Seattle.

Little do they know.

You gotta admit, it's the best crab you ever had.

Actually, I prefer Louisiana Blues,

with Dungeness from Puget Sound,

and Alaskan King as a close second.

What are you, a crab connoisseur?

But these aren't bad.

- Blasphemy. - [Ballard chuckling]

- Coffee? - Black.

- Frank? - [Pembleton] Tim.

- Where you been? - On a call. Where'd you go?

Well, I went to an all-night drugstore

looking for some liquid pink relief.

So, you think it's stomach cancer or an ulcer?

Nah, I think it's my working environment.

Especially my colleagues.

You weren't around. I took Lewis.

- So I'm out? - You want in?

- Uh-huh. - Saigon Rose.

Go rustle up some disgruntled ex-employees,

some customer with a grudge,

anything might make this thing personal, okay?

Personal, got it.

Can I talk to you, Kellerman?

I'm busy.

You don't look busy.

I'm busy. [sighs]

All right, let me go first.

- I'm less scary. - Really?

Everybody says so, yeah.

I'm the friendly, affable type.

And you're the terrifying, intimidating type.

- Oh, really? - Yeah, really.

What, do you wanna split 'em up? You wanna take 'em one on one?

Let's talk to 'em together.

Maybe they won't be so terrified.

Good idea.

[door shuts closed]

How y'all doing?

Look.

We want to help you catch the people

that did this to your family, all right?

Which means you gotta help us out.

You have to tell us everything you know about anything, okay?

[Pembleton] You see someone you know?

Was it someone from the neighborhood,

a regular?

This a gang thing, a shakedown?

Was the shooter Vietnamese?

If you're scared of someone, we can protect you.

- Why should we trust you? - Why shouldn't you trust me?

[Lucy clears throat]

There were two of 'em.

Not Vietnamese.

Black.

Well, you know what?

We catch bad guys of all colors.

We don't care about that, all right?

[Pembleton] You recognized them?

We didn't see their faces.

[Lewis] So how do you know they were Black?

They sounded Black.

Right, and you can tell?

I can tell.

[Lewis] Yeah, okay. All right.

- [sighs] - [Lucy] That's not all.

She means that's not all the reason not to trust you.

What's the rest of it?

One of them is a cop.

[tense music playing]

[Pembleton] You're telling me the shooter was a Black cop?

[Lucy clears throat]

Toinette.

Toinette Perry?

They found a lock box hidden in the back,

hidden beneath the sink.

The place was not ransacked. The robbers went directly to it.

- Well, how much did they get? - Kids don't know.

Anywhere between ten bucks and ten grand.

- They're positive it was Perry? - Positivo.

What about the other shooter?

Yeah, the kid didn't recognize the voice.

The lab says that Officer Jones's gun was not fired.

So, Jones recognizes Perry.

- [Pembleton] Mm-hmm. - Lets Perry in.

Then the other shooter creeps in, and throws down on him.

One off-duty cop killed another,

and the family she works for?

I don't know, the thought of this turns my stomach.

It's gonna be a media firestorm, Gee, if it's the truth.

"Cop Kills Cop."

Not to mention the racial angle.

I'm more concerned about the morale of the Department,

than I am of the media.

Well, we'll go talk to Mrs. Jones,

find out if there's bad blood

between her husband and Officer Perry.

And I'll pull Perry's file, talk to her sergeant,

see if I can find anything out.

[Pembleton] Okay.

[Giardello sighing]

I apologize for the earliness of the hour.

It's okay. I didn't sleep.

Sat up all night.

I guess you didn't get much sleep yourselves.

Well, we want to close this case as quickly as possible.

I appreciate that.

How long did your husband work as secondary at the Saigon Rose?

Just the last six months or so, really.

With the new baby coming...

We can come back another time, if you want.

No, it's okay. I'm okay.

Really.

[Pembleton] What did your husband have to say about Officer Perry?

They get along?

Oh, fine, you know.

Not exactly friends, I don't think.

Larry said she was always complaining about the Nguyens,

how stingy they were, how prejudiced.

Which is funny coming from her.

[Lewis] How's that?

She was affirmative action.

Really?

[Mrs. Jones] Felt she was entitled.

Everything on a silver platter.

Big chip on her shoulder.

Larry said she was a lousy cop.

Lazy.

No other way she could have gotten on the force.

Okay, thank you very much, ma'am.

[Gharty] Testaverde, what a stud.

You think he took a lot of guff for his last name when he was a kid?

Take it from Mrs. Munch's little boy, he did.

- What are those? - Oh, they're cold cases.

I was gonna see if I could jump-start one of them.

- You remember Ramsburg? - Floater.

Fished him out of the Northwest harbor,

off the shore of the Domino Sugar Refinery.

All you need is some evidence, a weapon, witnesses.

- [Gharty] I'm game. - [Munch] Hmm, good luck.

Anyway, so I spoke to this guy,

spends time in Seattle, I told him your name, Ballard.

He says that's a Seattle neighborhood,

an ethnic enclave.

- You all right? - Yeah, I'm just, uh--

So anyway, I say to the guy, that would be like

if my name was John "Federal Hill"

or John Canton, or little Johnny Timonium.

- Get it? - I'm not feeling too good.

You look a little green around the gills, there.

[Ballard] I think I'm probably just coming down...

[Munch] Whoa!

- [Ballard panting] - [Munch] Hey, Ballard?

You were there. You saw it.

I'm just doing my measurements,

determining which vital organs were severed,

mangled, pulverized and blown apart,

in case it ever comes to trial,

but the bottom line is, they were shot to death.

- [Lewis] We know that. - [Cox chuckles]

Anything substantive you can shed some light on?

Well, my best guess, it was your standard nine mil,

available on any street corner

in the greater metropolitan area.

Sorry. I always get a little giddy from doing an entire family.

I start to fixate on the resemblances, you know?

Oh, look. He had his father's chin.

She had her mother's nose.

You know, makes you wonder a little more than usual.

You recover anything suitable?

Well, most of the bullets are pretty banged up

from ricocheting off of ribs, and skulls, and such.

Whatever specimens I do find, suitable or otherwise,

I will rush them down to the lab, posthaste.

- You are giddy. - Yeah, well, like I said.

- [Falsone] Hey. - [Kellerman sighs]

Hey, did you hear the news?

Georgia Rae's gonna escape. She's off the hook.

They're not gonna charge her, no case.

Well, there's always Junior.

I guess Junior likes his chances.

I know I would.

Well, win some, lose some. That's the way it goes.

I don't know, but I'd say you didn't care.

[sighs] Look, he beats this one,

he goes down on the next one, all right?

It's inevitable, sooner or later.

Same with Georgia Rae.

Yeah, well, I don't want them to beat this one.

- Junior Bunk murdered Molly Bowman. - [sighs] By mistake.

She was an innocent bystander, wrong place, wrong time. It happens.

'Cause Georgia Rae told him to take a shot at Stivers,

and he missed.

Because you killed her brother.

- To save my partner's life. - Is that how it was?

Or did Luther Mahoney have his hands up,

and you executed him?

Now Molly Bowman's three kids don't have a mother.

Don't try to hang that on me, you son of a bitch.

[Falsone] What goes around comes around, Kellerman.

Seems to me like you got two choices, cuz.

Oh, yeah? And what would they be, cuz?

Spend the rest of your life looking over your shoulder,

or do Georgia Rae like you did her brother.

- [both grunting] - You-- you bastard!

[footsteps approaching]

- [officer] Hey. - Hey, how you doing?

[mimics gunshot]

[Bayliss] Woo-whee, she is a lousy cop.

Two and a half years on the force,

fistful of complaints and violations,

absenteeism, excessive force, insubordination,

and she failed her initial psych screening.

Unstable, paranoid, borderline personality.

How'd she get a badge?

Well, I called my old buddies down in the Mayor's Office.

Somebody overruled the shrink, pulled some strings downtown.

Oh, affirmative action, Caucasian style.

- We're making progress. - Learning how to play the game.

Has someone insinuated

that Officer Perry was an affirmative action hire?

I mean, not that there's anything wrong with that, per se, but--

More than insinuated. Mrs. Jones said it flat out.

And she got it from her husband.

Hey, maybe Perry resented Jones's attitude.

She seemed to have an axe to grind with the Nguyens also.

What else do we know about Perry?

Well, she's got no immediate family.

She filed a Missing Person's report

on her father a year ago.

- What, daddy disappeared? - Yeah, case is still open.

She does have a cousin, a Curtis Lambright.

Served 17 months for armed robbery,

and he was paroled last year.

Well, that's worth a look.

[Giardello] Bayliss, take Falsone,

and see if we can roll the cousin.

Talk to the kids again, separately.

See if their stories jive.

And what about Perry?

Well, let's tell her that the kids didn't see anything,

but they gave us some bits and pieces, could she come down,

- maybe help us put it all together. - There you go.

And if she is the shooter,

she's gonna bend over backwards to help us out,

throw us off the scent.

- Okay. - [Bayliss] Okay.

[dramatic music playing]

[Tommy sniffling]

[gunshot popping]

Okay.

[Tommy] Everybody else was out front having dinner.

We were still working.

Man, this sucks.

I was in a hurry to get out of there.

I had a date.

[knocking on door]

Closed!

[knocking on door]

I got it. I'll get rid of 'em.

[thudding]

What was that?

[Lucy] It was real quiet for a second.

And then I hear everyone shouting.

[Kevin] No, no, no!

- My mom, and my dad. - [Kevin] No, no!

- I hear these pop-pop-pops. - [gunshots popping]

You know, really quick.

And the next thing I know, Tommy grabs me.

- Tom? Ah! Ah! - [Tom] Shut up.

I didn't know what was going on.

[dramatic music playing]

[Pembleton] How long did you wait?

[Tommy] Seemed like forever.

I knew.

I just knew.

- [Tom] No! - [Lucy] Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Please, please.

Mom, please.

Mommy? Oh, Mom, please, talk to me.

- Tommy? - [Tom] Dad.

Dad!

[Lucy] Oh, God. Oh, my God.

No! [sobbing]

[Lucy] Wake up!

Please, please listen to me.

Tommy. [sobbing]

[somber music playing]

[Tommy sobbing]

[Lucy sobbing]

[music continues]

One number ten can of cocktail onions.

What do you mean they don't come that way?

No, you--

Hold on, I-- I'll call you back.

Damn.

I try to buy in bulk, you know, save a few pennies.

It ain't easy.

- How you doing? - Not bad.

- Thanks for coming down. - [Perry] Sure, no problem.

Hope I can help.

Cocktail onions.

Oh, I'm uh, partners in the bar.

Yeah, these days you got to moonlight, you know.

- [chuckles] Right. - Where do you want to do this?

Coffee room?

[Pembleton] No, no, Munch is racked out in here.

Well, wake his ass up.

[Pembleton] Come on. I'll tell you what.

You mind if we do this in The Box?

I know it's a little weird, but it's private.

No problem, I don't mind.

- You want coffee? - Sure, bring it on.

Because, you know, it's so damn good.

[Lewis] You got that right.

[doctor] Well, it's a good thing you brought her in when you did.

She was going into full-blown anaphylactic shock.

Respiratory failure, the works.

Holy cow. Is she okay?

I had to give her a shot of adrenaline,

but you can take her home in a few hours.

I understand you were both eating crabs last night?

Yeah, but I'm okay. We even ate off the same crab. Split the claws.

Well, anaphylactic shock is caused

by an allergic reaction to a protein.

It seems your partner has developed

a sudden adult onset allergy to shellfish.

- To shellfish? - Yeah.

Oh, that's tragic.

Lots of people are allergic to shellfish.

They lead perfectly happy, normal, productive lives.

- Oh, yeah, is that so? - How are we?

Define normal.

I'm saying Luther Mahoney didn't go down the way they say.

Kellerman whacks Mahoney after he put the gun down.

I don't believe that.

I'm telling you, Mahoney was waving a white flag.

Yeah, you don't know that.

Anyway, it's over. It's history.

- Let it go. - Except it ain't over.

It's about to come back and bite everybody in the ass.

Five-O ball, corner pocket.

Five-O ball? Huh.

Well, that's funny. Funny.

Hey, we're looking for Curtis Lambright.

We just want to talk to him. Anyone?

No? You?

You know Curtis?

He's talking to you.

I don't hear nothing. Let me take that shot again.

[Perry] So, what'd the kids say?

Ain't seen nothing.

Might have heard something, though.

Thought maybe you could help.

- There you go. - [Perry] Thank you.

They said-- May I call you Toinette?

- You mind? - Sure.

Okay, Toinette. They said they heard voices.

More than one. That surprise you?

No.

Well, obviously, you already figured it out.

- I did? - Yeah.

You said earlier, "Did they ID the shooters?"

Plural. Didn't you?

[Lewis] Mm-hmm. I heard.

It struck me.

I don't know. I just figured more than one.

- So many shots. - So many bodies.

- Yeah, exactly. - [Pembleton] Well, you were right.

It seems the kids definitely ID'd two voices.

Yeah, and the interesting thing about that

is that one of the voices was a woman.

- That surprised us. - Yeah, because,

I mean, usually we don't expect to find a woman

in a situation like that, you know?

Of course, these days, one never knows, do one?

Well, it could be anybody. So we thought we'd talk to you.

You know anybody from the neighborhood

might fit the bill?

Let me think about it.

Okay, good.

Good.

[Falsone] Ah, well, look who it is.

The Minnesota Fats.

[Bayliss] AKA Perry's cousin, Curtis.

[dramatic music playing]

- Come on. - [Curtis] Hey!

[grunts] What the--

Baltimore detectives. Take it easy.

- We just want to talk to you. - Chill, man.

- [Falsone] He's clean. - So, you got a minute?

You know, I can think of somebody.

What's her name? Crack addict.

- Crack addict makes sense. - [Lewis] Yeah.

All that money laying up in the back room.

- Common knowledge. - [Pembleton] Obvious target.

- [Perry] Street name's Readymade. - Readymade?

[Perry] Because she can make up a batch of crack like that.

[snaps fingers] Like that.

Real name, Margaret something. I can check it out for you.

Sounds promising.

Tommy seems to think

that the woman's voice sounded a little like you.

Me?

Actually, he said a lot like you.

We didn't really give it a second thought.

- [Lewis] Nah. - [Perry laughs]

What a messed up thing to say.

Gonna dog me out like that, huh?

See, he resents me, right?

I got along better with his folks than he did.

[Lewis] Oh.

Oh, so he didn't get along with his folks?

Mm-mm. Not at all.

Of course, he was, you know, running with a bad element.

I tried to get him to straighten out,

but he wasn't having it.

Maybe he was involved with this. Y'all think about that?

Maybe he set this whole thing up from the inside.

[Lewis] Hmm.

Yeah, well, we certainly haven't ruled nothing out at this point.

Always seemed to have a lot of cash in his pocket.

Maybe he was, you know, dipping into the till.

Aha!

Contraband.

Well, now, correct me if I'm wrong,

but doesn't this, in the very least,

violate your parole?

Ain't mine.

We're not gonna find any fingerprints on it?

It will never stand up.

You ain't got no warrant or nothing.

You're living in the dream world, pal.

Plain sight.

See, we're taking a bite out of crime.

[Pembleton] Toinette, tell me something.

You were off duty that night,

but in uniform at the scene?

[Lewis] Yeah, you rolled up in a squad car, huh?

When I got the call, got dressed,

went down to the District, grabbed a car.

I'm still trying to figure out how you got there so quick.

You have a premonition or something?

- I told you, I heard the call. - [Pembleton] Oh, right.

Because, personally, I believe in premonitions.

Yeah, me too.

Matter of fact,

I know a few detectives that use psychics.

- I wouldn't go that far. - Yeah, to each his own.

So, you got the call in the squad car.

No, no, that's right, you were off duty.

You went and got the car after you heard the call.

- Where'd you hear the call? - At home.

You got a scanner at home?

Somebody from the District called me.

Knew I worked secondary at the restaurant.

And these people, they're like family to you, right?

- You wanted to get there as soon as possible. - [Perry] Right.

So, you took the time to put on your uniform?

And yet, you didn't go straight to the Saigon Rose.

You detoured down to the District

and picked up that squad car.

I knew it was a situation, okay?

I wanted to be in uniform so I could help.

Hold up. Wait a minute. What is this?

I come down here to help y'all out.

- And y'all treat me like I don't know what. - Chill, sister.

We're just trying to sort this thing out, that's all.

Hope I'm not interrupting anything.

No, Gee, we're just chatting here.

Gee, this is Toinette Perry.

She's helping us out with the Saigon Rose thing.

This is Lieutenant Giardello.

- How are you doing? - Good. Good to meet you.

May I see the both of you gentlemen outside a moment?

[Pembleton] Yeah, sure. Can you hang on for a second?

Falsone and Bayliss had found the cousin

and a nine millimeter handgun.

May have been the murder weapon.

The lab's testing it now.

And they found out something else.

All of the slugs came from the same gun.

Two suspects, one shooter.

Let's find out which one is which.

I'll take a crack at the cousin.

Okay, I'll be back here.

Sorry this is taking so long. You mind hanging out?

Lewis is trying to track down this crackhead, Margaret.

He's got a source in the neighborhood.

He's paged him. He's hoping for a callback.

So I-- do you mind?

- Okay. - Okay.

[woman on PA] Dr. Pelagi, please call extension 29, Dr. Pelagi.

Please call extension 29.

Could you check on my partner, Laura Ballard?

Laura Ballard.

She's been back there an awful long time.

Where are we with Laura Ballard?

Okay, thank you.

Shouldn't be too much longer.

They're processing her paperwork now.

I haven't been in an emergency room

- since I was 14. - Oh.

I was practicing fly casting with my cousin, Clete.

And I got a fishing hook caught in my lower lip.

- Ouch. - Yeah.

It's not a feeling you ever forget.

- Do you ever read these? - Sure, all the time.

They're pretty steamy. I had no idea.

- Yeah, some fun, huh? - [Gharty] Hey, you okay?

It's not every day that you almost die

from doing something so stupid.

I'm sorry about the crabs.

[Ballard] Oh, it's not your fault.

It was a time bomb waiting to happen, you know.

My next clam chowder, my next shrimp cocktail.

Kablow! Out of here.

It'd be a great epitaph, though.

"Laura Ballard fought felons, but was done in by a bad prawn."

- No shellfish of any kind? - No mollusks, no bivalves.

What about calamari?

[Ballard] I don't know, is that a shellfish?

[Gharty] Got no shell, am I right?

You just gonna sit there?

[Lewis] I ain't got no place else to go.

I got the murder weapon.

I got you.

And I got witnesses.

Witnesses.

Y'all missed the kids, Curtis.

They were hiding in the kitchen.

They heard everything.

I'll tell you something else.

I've been talking to your cousin, Toinette, all day.

She's been helping us with the Saigon Rose thing, you know.

[sighs] But, you know, we ain't that stupid.

She ain't getting over on us.

We know she's in it.

She's in it up to her eyeballs, huh?

I'm just waiting for her

to make a big old U-turn.

I'm just waiting to see them skid marks on the highway.

Because how long do you think it's gonna take her

to give you up, Curtis?

Huh? To put the gun in your hand.

To make you the shooter. To cut herself a deal.

How long?

I got a feeling

that she's gonna give you up in world-record time.

What do you think?

[dramatic music playing]

I'll tell you something straight up, right now.

I didn't shoot nobody.

She did, man.

My cousin, Toinette...

she shot everybody, man.

Everybody.

[gunshot popping]

She came to me. Her idea.

- [Lewis] Who, for the record? - My cousin.

Toinette Perry.

My gun, my car, so she ain't in it.

I was supposed to go in by myself.

[scoffs]

There wasn't supposed to be no shooting, that was the deal.

She's supposed to come along later, after I'm gone.

Mess up the evidence, you know, put it on somebody else.

- What went wrong? - Everything, man.

She flipped out.

We wait for the place to close.

Pull up. Knock.

[knocking on door]

[Kevin] Closed.

[knocking on door]

Paddy come to the door.

It's the other police officer, Larry Jones.

White guy, yeah. He opens it.

Hey, I just need one thing, baby.

- Look, we're closed. - I'm asking for fried rice.

- Come on, I know you got it. - Look, I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry, we're closed. - Oh, come on, man.

- The kitchen is closed. - [Curtis] Hey, hey, hey.

Easy, Paddy. Easy, easy.

Nobody gets hurt, all right? Come on.

- Give me the gun, nice and easy. - Perry.

- Perry? - [gunshot popping]

- No, no, no, no, no, no. - No, no, no, no.

[gunshots popping]

Happened so fast, partner. Everybody dead.

We dust-bust the register,

scoop up the wallet and jewels, grab the box, and split.

You shouldn't have been in such a hurry.

Toinette, she told me the kids was on a date.

What if you had known they were there?

Huh?

No, man.

Toinette would have done 'em, not me.

Just for fun.

How'd y'all do, huh? How'd you make out?

All told.

Two grand, including the tip jar.

[somber music playing]

- Hey. - [Cox] Hey.

[Kellerman] Jim Beam?

Early start.

- Bit of a rough day. - [Kellerman scoffs]

I was actually just contemplating a career change.

Maybe I'd take a year off, write a book or something.

A book?

About what?

What I do.

What I do for a living.

And why, if I can figure that part out.

You don't know?

Yeah, I'm not so sure.

I thought I did, but...

Well, I'm sure it'll be a bestseller.

You know, the public loves gore, can't get enough.

Yeah, well, I got gore.

[clears throat] I got gore galore.

I may be in for a career change myself.

You want to tell me about it?

How much time you got?

Me, I got all the time in the world.

Department shrink didn't think I looked like a cop.

Her idea of a cop.

Of course, she was, you know, homely.

[scoffs]

Bitch hates women, and that's a fact.

So how'd you get around something like that?

My daddy called a friend of his, a judge.

The judge made a few calls, got him to change up the report.

Hmm, so, your daddy still work for the city?

No. We out of touch.

I don't know where he is.

He just took off one day, and disappeared.

Poof. [chuckles]

I've been taking care of his house, you know,

in case he comes back.

Sorry to hear about that.

- It's rough. - Yeah.

[door clicks open]

- [Perry] Reach a guy? - Yup.

[Perry exclaims] Get off!

Your cousin, Curtis Lambright,

he just gave you up.

Gave me up for what?

Saigon Rose, you're the shooter.

What? I-- Uh-uh.

See, Curtis is crazy.

- I didn't shoot nobody. - [Lewis] Funny.

That's just what he said. That's exactly what he said.

We got the ballistics report. We know there's only one shooter.

Curtis has a record, you know. Armed robbery.

- I like him for this. - [Lewis] So do we.

We like you, too.

The kids put you at the scene.

They're positive they recognize your voice.

And Curtis put the weapon in your hands.

Oh, man. Punk always was weak.

[tense music playing]

Come on, be smart. Help yourself out.

Help yourself out.

Help yourself.

See, he just lost his head, right?

He wasn't supposed to shoot 'em.

Just pushing on me,

take the gun, tie us up, and split.

Make it look like a robbery.

You went in there premeditated. Take no prisoners.

- You weren't gonna leave no witnesses. - [Perry] No. Uh-uh. No, man.

It was Curtis, man. He blew a fuse.

He's crazy.

I'll go tell him you said so.

Oh, man.

What do you think I should do?

Well, whatever it is...

don't do it alone.

It's my runaway train.

No, it's not.

Lewis and Stivers are in this, too.

I flipped the switch on Luther Mahoney.

It was me.

Yeah, but they signed off on it, Mike.

But you know what? So did I.

You were just doing your job. You're not involved.

Yeah, well, and I would hope

that the grand jury would feel the same,

but I really wouldn't bet on it.

You gotta talk to them.

You gotta tell them about Georgia Rae's tape.

They're gonna be thrilled about that.

They must be on it, too.

Well, they have to know sooner or later, right?

Mike, everybody's careers are on the line here.

It's not just yours.

[Pembleton] So you knew these people?

So?

So, they treat you badly?

They disrespect you?

Sexual advances?

Racial slurs? What?

No, not particularly.

Well, I'm searching for a reason, here.

Why would you kill the people you're supposed to protect?

- I didn't do it. - You didn't kill anyone?

No, I didn't. Curtis did.

- You don't feel bad about that? - [laughs] Why should I?

I didn't do it.

Why don't you ask Curtis if he feels bad?

[Perry scoffs]

Think I'm crazy?

Check my uncle's basement.

[rock music playing]

[song lyrics playing]

You need some help with that?

- Thanks. - [Lewis] Yeah.

That's exactly why I've been trying to order in a number ten can.

[grunts] I hate these little jars.

- There you go. - You must be Meldrick.

You must be the bartender Munch hired.

Billie Lou. Pleased to meet you.

- Billie Lou. - What would you like?

Uh, draft.

- [Pembleton] Hey, hey, hey. - [Lewis] Hey, hey, hey.

- What's happening? - Billie Lou, Frank, Frank, Billie Lou.

- What can I get for you? - [Pembleton] Bitters and soda.

Something to match the taste in my mouth.

[Pembleton sighs heavily]

When you were a kid, did you believe in guardian angels?

I don't think I gave them much thought, Frank.

Well, if you were Catholic, you would have.

The nuns taught us that we all had guardian angels.

I used to try to catch mine out of the corner of my eye,

you know, look real quick.

Nguyens were Catholic, too.

Perry was their guardian angel.

Amen.

[Pembleton] So, Billie Lou,

you ever believe in guardian angels

when you were a kid?

- Still do. - [Pembleton] Yeah?

- You Catholic? - Performance artist.

[laughs] A performance artist. That's your religion?

What's your speciality?

Oh, I mostly play Schubert's "Trout Quintet"

for double bass as a solo.

What's so avant-garde about that?

- Topless. - Oh.

Topless double bass.

Sounds dangerous.

So, what are you doing here with us, slinging beer?

Moonlighting, of course.

Got to make ends meet.

[sighs] You know, Munch has finished

excavating Perry's residence, you know,

the, uh, father's basement, actually.

And guess what they found?

Human skeletal remains.

[Lewis] Got the whole package. Huh?

A dandy little dent in the cranium.

- That's dear old dad? - [Lewis] Too soon to tell.

Nice way to live rent-free, though. [laughs]

Yeah.

So, who do you think pulled the trigger?

- She did. - [Lewis] No doubt about it.

Yeah.

You ever catch him?

Who?

Your guardian angel.

Nope, never did.

Never did.

Go home, baby.

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[theme music playing]