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[upbeat bluegrass music playing]

[song lyrics playing]

We're all set.

We got you covered.

Thanks a lot.

[man] Father? Father, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay. Yeah. Yes, my son.

What bus are you waiting on? That was the 23.

- Oh, it was? - Are you sure you're okay?

This ain't the best neighborhood at night.

I'm fine. Zei gezunt.

[man on radio] Zei gezunt? What the hell is that?

Yiddish. "Go with God."

[*]

Hey, this where you get the 14?

- The 14? - Hey, Father, what time is it?

- What time is it? - Glock time, you son of a bitch.

- Hands on your head! Hands on your head! - [tires screeching]

On your knees! On your knees! On your knees!

Cross your legs!

That's going to be four Hail Marys and three Our Fathers, boys.

[theme music playing]

- [phone ringing] - [Giardello] Homicide.

[office din]

That's very convincing.

What?

Well, you as a priest.

- You think so, huh? - [Kellerman] Oh, yeah.

I mean, come on, you fooled me.

I mean, look at you. You're the real thing.

Except for the vow of chastity, you'd have a future.

You mean celibacy.

Well, you and Dr. Cox, that wasn't chastity.

No, Julianna and I, it was what it was.

It was?

Yeah, as in the past tense.

What, you got a right to know about my personal business, now?

Oh, business? That's what it is to you? It's business?

Yeah. And yours is past tense, too, Mike.

- [Kellerman] Oh, is that right? - Yeah.

I don't know how these guys do it.

Wearing all this stuff makes me feel hinky.

- Yeah. - What's up with him?

- [Bayliss] Ah, he's pissed. - [Pembleton groans] When ain't he?

Yeah, I just look hotter in black than he does.

You know, I should count my blessings.

I'm out there, wearing this stuff,

and I'm thinking to myself,

"Hey, we could be decoyed as nuns."

[indistinct talking]

- Gee. - [Giardello] What happened?

Bus stop corner, Catherine and Frederick.

These two winners thought me a mark.

One in the box, one in the interview room.

- They use a knife? - The little one there had the .32.

Well hang on, hang on. We're looking for a man that likes to get in close and cut.

- [Pembleton] The gun sounds wrong. - It all sounds wrong!

We've got half the shift running around the city as clerics

for the last 24 hours.

Where has it gotten us?

Six robbery attempts.

None of which are connected in any way to the murder

of Father Juneaux or Monsignor Jaeger.

Where are we in the hunt for Luis Carranza and Pedro Velez?

Well, um, State teletype, um,

uh, NCIC, INS, Customs.

We're all over the map, but still nothing to report.

We have two young immigrants,

neither with a good handle on English,

neither with money or credit.

- How far can they run? - That depends.

There's $300 missing from Father Juneaux's rectory.

How much did they get from the second church, Frank?

Well, we're waiting for the archdiocese

to provide an inventory of what's missing.

We searched the Guatemalans' room, we searched their belongings.

No money, nothing.

When they left police custody, they didn't have so much as pocket change.

Yes, but now we have a second dead priest and they're on the run.

So maybe they got cash in the second robbery.

Or maybe they had it here the whole time, we don't know.

I should never have released those two from police custody!

We were working a murder. That's the priority!

Lieutenant, line three.

Yes.

Now?

For God's sake, I'm drowning in this case!

You brief them!

I-- All right.

I'll be up. Barnfather.

Got two people in his office from City Hall and the archdiocese.

- [knocking on door] - [Barnfather] Lieutenant Giardello.

Yes, come in.

I was explaining to these gentlemen that everything possible is being done.

[Giardello] Everything possible was not done.

Lieutenant, now is not the time--

We had two suspects for the murder of Father Juneaux already in custody.

Not suspects. Potential suspects.

We needed time to determine their status.

You didn't give us that time and a second priest is dead.

Are you saying you now have additional evidence

suggesting that Mr. Carranza and Mr. Velez are complicit in the killings?

We had sufficient evidence to hold them as material witnesses.

They were illegal immigrants. They were risk of flight!

I take it that this is Lieutenant Giardello's subtle attempt

at saying, "I told you so".

Listen, I don't have time to be subtle.

- If you want it, I told you so. - Lieutenant!

And yet you do acknowledge that you have no sufficient evidence

to charge Mr. Velez or Mr. Carranza with any crime.

- They jumped bail! - [man] Those boys were guests of the church.

We were responsible for them.

You can't ask us to abandon them because of your suspicions.

So I'm busy hunting down suspects for the second time in three days?

- Forget it. - Wait, look, the important thing is what we can do right now.

If, in fact, Catholic priests are being targeted--

Warn your people. Exercise caution.

Avoid situations where they could be found vulnerable.

Other than that,

stay out of my way.

Lieutenant--

[Gharty] You're not Catholic, are you?

Lutheran, I think.

So you're of the Christian faith,

and yet you'd rob a priest at gunpoint.

- Now what the hell is that? - I don't know! It's nothing personal.

Besides, he ain't a real priest, he's a cop.

You didn't know that.

We weren't looking to hurt nobody. We were just trying to get paid.

So you'd rob a priest, but you wouldn't shoot him.

Right, that's what I'm saying.

Let me ask you something, Tony. You believe there's a hell?

I'm from O'Donnell Heights. There's a difference?

- Do we like them for the murders? - [Pembleton] No.

MO's different and his attitude's all wrong.

We need a man with ice water in his veins.

- Inventory from the archdiocese. - [Stivers] Anything we can use?

There was a gold chalice taken from the altar at St. Germain's.

- [Giardello] A chalice? - You know, like, a ceremonial cup.

I know what it is.

Call the pawnshop unit, and put it on NCIC.

If I don't get a hit by the morning,

then I want the police to visit every pawn shop from here to the Vatican.

Okay, if we're dealing with a guy who's doing robbery murders,

and trying to lay low, then he's going to keep the cash

and maybe the non-descript jewelry, right?

Right, but if he's dead broke

and he needs quick money to get out of town,

then he grabs whatever he can.

- Pedro and Luis on the run. - Sure sounds like it.

Lieutenant, I want to see you in your office.

- [phone ringing] - [woman] Hello, Father Juneaux hotline.

- [Gharty] Falsone? - What?

Are you Catholic?

I've been baptized before. That's as far as it went.

Me, I still go to Mass. Still take communion.

My wife, kids. It's good for a family. It's good--

That mook in there, he sees

what he thinks is a priest

at a Frederick Road bus stop,

and out comes his .32, "Yo, Father, give it up."

So?

I'm nuts, right?

So-- someone is robbing and killing priests

and I'm-- I'm up to my neck in it.

But, hey, every Sunday, there's Stu Gharty, wanting to believe.

He's down on his knees,

his mouth open, waiting on that little wafer.

You know, this job doesn't have to change that.

I mean, what's faith?

Believing without having any real evidence.

Hey, Falsone.

You're playing me, right?

I wouldn't do that.

Oh, Detectives Ballard and Gharty.

- Yo. - Who are you here for?

Monsignor Jaeger.

I thought the Monsignor belonged to Pembleton and Stivers.

Oh, well, two priests, both robbed, both stabbed,

it's one big, red ball.

Unless, of course, you have discovered something that can separate the murders.

Nope. Same type of weapon in both cuttings.

You are looking for a straight-edged blade,

four to five inches to the hilt,

and from the twist in the wound track,

I'd say that your cutter is probably right-handed.

[Ballard] Anything else?

No, there were no other contusions or defense wounds, as you might expect.

The Monsignor did not fight.

- This is him? - [Cox] Mm-hmm.

Tell Pembleton I'll have a preliminary report on paper by morning.

- He deserves better. - [Cox] Excuse me?

Leaving him out here in this room with the others, that's not right.

What's not right?

A Monsignor, he's not supposed to be--

Don't you have some better place to put him?

Freezer's full.

Besides, the Church is sending people

to claim the body within the hour.

It isn't right!

[tense percussion instrumental playing]

What you got there, bunky? The want ads?

Meldrick! Where the hell you been?

- [Falsone chuckles] - Around.

I've been calling you, Kellerman's been calling you. Nobody's so much as seen you.

Yeah, well, you know lately I ain't really felt much like being seen, you know.

Hey, don't just stand there, you gotta come to the office, let people know you're alive.

[Lewis] You know what, Falsone.

That's probably not a real good thing for me to do right now, you know?

Why not? You're amongst friends.

Yeah, I know, but, you know, I just feel kind of stupid, you know?

After the jackpot I got myself into.

Cold-clocking Georgia Rae like that.

I mean, don't get me wrong, that felt good, but...

it was stupid.

- Hey, she set you up. - She set a lot of people up.

Listen, I need you to do me a favor.

Sure.

I know we ain't been partners all that long, but, um,

- I really ain't got nobody else to turn to right now. - Come with it.

I need you to get B and I photos of these three,

you know, rap sheets and, uh, warrant checks for me.

What for?

- I mean, you got it. - Thanks a lot, partner.

Whatever you want, you got, but, uh--

Let me ask you something, Meldrick. Is this smart?

You're doing police work and you're suspended from duty.

Anyone finds out, you're risking your badge.

You know, Falsone. I am so damn tired of playing defense against that bitch.

If she going to come back at us,

we going to come back at her just the same.

Kellerman's been looking for you. What should I tell him?

Hey, Munch. You're in early.

I've been up all night, actually, on the decoy detail.

Oh, yeah, I'm back on that tonight.

- What you got there? - Proust.

- Proust? - Remembrance Of Things Past.

Deep thoughts. Dangerous stuff, Falsone.

You're scaring me, Munch. You don't talk like a cop, you don't think like a cop.

You're out there, man.

Thank you, Paul. You're way too kind.

I talked to Lewis.

Meldrick Lewis?

No, Joe Louis.

That reminds me, I got a shipment of beer coming to the bar this morning.

I gotta get over there and meet those guys.

- Morning, Frank. - [Pembleton] Morning.

Anything from, uh, O'Neal's shift?

Only sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Listen, I gotta go across the street to the bar,

if Gee needs me, I'll be over there, okay?

- Okay. - Thanks, man.

So did you get any sleep?

I left here about three o'clock in the morning.

I got home just in time to hear Olivia waking up from a nightmare, screaming.

After which Frank Jr. decides he wants to chime in.

After which the alarm rings, and I get dressed again.

[Falsone chuckles] Yeah, I remember that drill.

My kid never slept through the night.

Falsone, do me a favor. You get me a coffee, black?

Yeah. You drink decaf?

- Coffee, black, one sugar. - [Falsone] You got it.

- [phone ringing] - [Pembleton sighs]

[ringing continues]

Homicide. Pembleton.

[tense instrumental playing]

Yeah.

- Hey, hey, hey. - [Stivers] Hey.

- Where's Gee? - Don't know. Just got in myself.

What about Ballard and Gharty? You see them on the way up?

Weren't they going to St. Germain's? I think I remember hearing--

Come on, take a ride with me. We found Pedro and Luis.

[*]

[Gregorian chant playing]

[camera shutter snapping]

[*]

I-- I told them to get a photo of everyone.

Not that I think it matters in this case, you know.

I'm sure if it's some wacko who gets off on killing priests,

then maybe he'll come to the viewing,

but these are just street robberies, plain and simple.

Are you okay, Stu?

- Yeah. - Are you sure?

I just, uh--

I'm going to pay my respects here.

- I'll be fine. - Yeah. Okay.

I'm going to meet you outside.

Detective Ballard.

Sister Dyanne.

I didn't recognize you.

It's a great loss for the Church.

[Dyanne] For the city.

Both of these men had given so much.

I imagine that you've heard nothing from Velez or Carranza.

Nothing at all.

Are you worried about them?

[sighs] They must be terrified.

They know if you catch them, they'll be deported.

They're not guilty of these murders, Detective.

I know that.

- Ballard, Gharty. - Hey.

What are you doing here?

Pembleton and Stivers are on their way to Frederick.

- Frederick? - Yeah.

- You found Pedro and Luis? - Excuse me, Sister.

The Guatemalans got picked up on the interstate.

And that pawnshop unit? They got a hit on the chalice this morning.

Slip came in from Triple Ball on Hanover street.

If you found Pedro and Luis, I have the right to know.

We'll see you later, Sister.

[officer] They were out near the Route 15 interchange.

I recognized them from your teletype.

How much money did they have on them?

$34 in change.

And we found receipts for fast food and a motel room near Baltimore last night.

- How much were the receipts? - $39 total.

Okay, that's more than $70 right there.

How much is a chalice going for on the street these days?

When we picked them up, they were as hungry as they were scared.

Did you get an interpreter?

One of the dispatchers adopted a Honduran kid and is pretty good with Spanish.

She's in there with them now.

You know, the thing about Baltimore is that we're an easy-going town.

You murder one Catholic priest, you've gotten our attention.

But, hey, you murder two?

We take it personally.

No, I'm afraid the man who brought this item is not pictured here.

- Describe him. - Anglo, I think.

Or not.

Young. I cannot remember any more.

And he didn't have any ID, right?

He just walked in here and told you

he needed to sell his chalice and you said, "Fine."

I followed the law to the letter.

Look, how is it that some kid comes in here

with a church chalice, a religious artefact,

and you let him pawn it without any questions?

The young man told-- told me

the chalice was his own, and that he wished to part with it for $80.

The law requires that I obtain this young man's name and address

and as you can see, I have done this for you.

Okay, tell me something.

If some 17-year-old, West Baltimore corner boy

walked in here right now with a full set

of custom-made graphite shaft golf clubs,

would you wonder if he had stolen them out of someone's car trunk,

or would you just figure that homey had a change of heart

and decided to take up tennis instead?

If he assures me that the golf clubs were, in fact, his own--

Hey! Hey!

Just let me look at the damn logbook.

Okay.

[Ballard] Who pawned it?

Whitney Houston.

And, um, guess what?

She's got a place over here on Fayette Street.

Hey, Kellerman.

Lewis caught up with me. Says he's doing okay and not to worry.

What, you talked to him?

This morning, yeah.

Well, this morning where?

I ran-- I ran into him out front.

He didn't try to find me?

It was a quick visit.

Why the hell's he talking to you?

I don't know. I'm his partner.

Oh, you're his partner?

Right. No. I was his partner.

That son of a bitch doesn't know the meaning of the word.

That's it, Mikey. Burn all those bridges.

So much for Whitney Houston.

Tell ya, Bobby Brown could have done a lot better by the girl.

[distant sirens wailing]

- Have we heard from Pembleton? - Uh, Stivers called.

They're in with the Guatemalans right now, taking a statement.

- Well, is it a statement or a confession? - I don't know.

Where's Gharty and-- and Ballard?

Triple Ball pawnbrokers.

Can we link the chalice to the Guatemalans?

What the hell do we know about this case?

[Gharty] We know the chalice was pawned.

- The Guatemalans? - Can't say.

The broker couldn't ID either of them.

He remembers a young male, possibly white.

- Nothing more. - What about the address on the pawn slip?

A burned-out derelict.

Caught fire three weeks ago. Fake name, fake address.

Yeah, Crime Lab, this is Gharty at Homicide.

Can you send a tech upstairs? We have an item for fingerprinting.

Not that we'll get a print hit off that damn cup.

Not after our favorite pawnbroker wiped it off,

polished it up and dropped it into the display window.

Now it's up to Pembleton.

What's, uh-- what's going on up in Frederick?

Great.

Sister Dyanne, you made a pretty good time.

Where are Pedro and Luis?

Inside awaiting transport to Baltimore.

[Sister Dyanne] Were they advised of their rights?

Whoa, Sister! Everything happened by the book.

They didn't want an attorney.

The archdiocese is still representing Pedro and Luis.

- Nothing has changed. - Nothing?

Admittedly, they have demonstrated that they are a flight risk.

I imagine we'll no longer contest any motions

to have them held as material witnesses, but other than that--

Other than that, you have absolute confidence

they didn't kill Father Juneaux or Monsignor Jaeger,

didn't rob these men, didn't burglarize the church,

pawn a chalice, use the money to flee?

- You know all this? - Did they make a statement?

- Yeah, they did. - [Sister Dyanne] A confession.

- They didn't confess, did they? - [Pembleton] Oh, ye of little faith.

I guess no one in this world can really be sure of anything, can they?

[Stivers] No confession.

They maintain their innocence,

and claim no knowledge of the second murder whatsoever.

Of course, they can't explain how they had more than $70

in cash and receipts in their possession,

nor can they give any reasonable explanation for fleeing,

having given their word that they would remain in Baltimore.

They didn't ask for an attorney?

[Pembleton] You didn't happen to give them that money,

- did you, Sister? - [Sister Dyanne scoffs]

Were they Mirandized with a translator present?

We gave them every opportunity to explain

how that money might have come into their possession.

It's a sin to tell a lie, Sister.

Not only is it a sin, it's obstruction.

Detective, I know. I am an officer of the court.

And I am telling you, I don't know how they got hold of any money!

I'm sure when they're questioned further, they will be able to explain.

So you still believe.

I'm willing to believe, Detective.

Why does belief so appall you?

[tense instrumental playing]

Excuse me. My clients are waiting.

Blind faith is the crutch of fools.

- No latent prints on the chalice. - [Giardello] Naturally.

Let's face it, we can keep Luis and Pedro on ice for a while,

but, eventually, a judge is going to want to honor a habeas corpus

and then we're going to be right back where we started.

- Can't we keep talking to them? - [Gharty] No.

- Their lawyer shut that down. - No, the chalice is the key.

Work that pawnbroker hard.

In fact, work all those pawn shops in that part of the city hard.

They might have tried to hock that cup somewhere else.

All right.

1715 Fayette.

Why that address?

Why not 1700 or 1701?

Why not Pratt or Lombard?

Who knows?

Guy needs an address for a pawn slip, he picks one at random.

Did you check the occupancy?

It burned three weeks ago.

But it was vacant four years before that.

Maybe our guy saw it burn.

Maybe he remembered the fire

and that is why he used the address.

Maybe.

Which means that he's probably a local.

Oh. Go around the corner.

- Why? - Go around the corner.

Okay.

1517.

Lamar Donnell Bryce.

- 1517 Baltimore Street. - Who?

Roc-Roc, the corner boy that we tried to get Father Walcott to ID.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

The old guy who locks himself in a fortress.

1715 to 1517.

Fayette Street to Baltimore Street.

It's one block over, two blocks down.

Yeah, but the pawnbroker says

that the mook who sold the chalice was white.

Maybe you can mistake white for Hispanic,

but Roc-Roc isn't even light-skinned.

It doesn't make sense.

[Ballard] I know it doesn't, but I like it.

[tense instrumental playing]

Roc-Roc!

Roc-Roc.

You just threw your profit margin away.

Yeah, and for no good reason.

We're Homicide, remember?

A few vials here, a few vials there.

Small stuff like that we throw back in the pond.

Yeah, we're looking for the big fish, the trophy.

What do you think Roc-Roc would look like, stuffed and mounted?

Hmm?

[bar din]

- [Cox scoffs] - [Bayliss] Hey.

Hey, guys.

- Hey. - [Kellerman] Speak of the devil.

[sniffs] Have a drink. We got some catching up to do.

No, that's all right I'm not drinking.

I just came in to get a sandwich.

I still have some reports to transcribe on those two priests.

What are you guys doing here in the middle of a red ball, anyway?

Working nights, masquerading as priests, you know.

[laughing]

- You as a priest? - Mmm-hm.

Well, actually, I can see that.

You, on the other hand.

Hey, Mike. Come on. Come on.

Hey--

You want to go to the boat?

Okay, you're really drunk.

Well, that's what turned this on, right?

You and me in our cups?

Okay, you need to go home.

She's right, Kellerman. Go on home, now.

- Is he driving? - Car keys.

[Kellerman singing]

[Bayliss] Hey, hey, hey, Mike! Mike, Mike, Mike! Hey no!

- No, Mike. Mike. - Mike! Mike! Give us the keys. Give us the keys.

- Give me the keys. - Hey, Come on, come on. Come on.

- [Kellerman] What-- I'm all right. - Mike! Hey.

- [Coy] Come on. - Listen, listen.

You want to drink, go ahead and drink,

but we can't let you get in this car, Mike.

- Get out of here! - No, no, no. Hey. Come on. Come on. Mike.

- [Cox] Come on, give me the keys. - [Bayliss] Come on.

[Cox] Come on. Come on.

No-- Oh, Jesus.

There. You satisfied?

Explain something to me, Lamar.

Why is it that your address is on a pawn shop slip

for a gold cup that was stolen from St. Germain church?

The church where that priest was killed. The second one.

Why would something stolen there

be down at Triple Ball brokers with your address on it?

- My address? - Yeah. 1517 Baltimore.

[scoffs] No, man. That ain't right.

[Gharty] But you want to see the pawn slip?

You got that slip on you?

Ooh, I think it's on my desk.

[Gharty] Whatever. Take our word for it.

- They put you in. - They wouldn't do--

[Gharty] They wouldn't do what?

- He just gave himself away. - Yeah. Nail him.

- Who wouldn't do what? Pedro and Luis? - Who?

You worthless piece of garbage!

- These are priests I'm talking about! - [Ballard] Stu--

I promise I will beat on you till morning

if you sit there and lie about murdered priests!

- Stu! - You think I ain't never been beat down by police?

It ain't no big thing. Bring it on, old man!

Don't you call me old man!

[tense music playing]

[Gharty grunts]

[Ballard] Hey! Hey!

[Pembleton] Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Don't.

You can beat me down some more, but I ain't talking!

I ain't got nothing to say about nothing!

- You son of a bitch! - [Ballard] Stu!

Come on.

You, out! You--

Sit down! Shut up!

- [muttering] You son of a bitch! - [Ballard] Out. Out.

You messed up.

We told you your address was on that pawnshop slip,

and you said they wouldn't do that to you.

So who is "they"?

I don't know nothing about no address.

And I don't know nothing about no priest.

And you can't lie on me, 'cause know I never sold nothing to no hock store.

And I ain't never killed no one.

[Ballard] Okay, well, if you didn't.

Then the guys who put you in did.

They didn't have to use your address, Lamar.

They did that to put the murders on you.

Where I come from, nobody puts nobody in.

We got a code and we carry it like that.

- You're a gangster? - [Lamar scoffs]

Why they call you Roc-Roc, Lamar?

You give yourself that name?

Roc-Roc.

Hard, cold.

You believe that make-believe G-thing?

What do you think God is going to do to the people

who cut down two of his crew?

Huh?

What do you think God's going to do to someone

who knew about the deed and then lied his ass off?

"Thou shall not kill", Lamar. "Thou shall not lie."

He got his code, I got mine.

[Ballard] Who are you protecting?

Someone who can stab a priest

13 times in the neck, the chest and the shoulders?

Who is that person?

This is someone Father Juneaux took in.

Someone who probably asked him for a meal.

Now, that's cold work.

To ask a good man for a meal.

And then while he's getting ready to prepare the food,

butcher him for a few dollars.

I didn't kill that man.

Ah, but you know who did.

[Ballard] What is the right thing here, Lamar?

What would God want you to do?

Why don't you ask him?

If you know so damn much about God,

why don't you go ask him who killed them people, huh?

I mean, be for real. I'm down McKenry and Gilmor.

I'm hustling. I'm getting it done.

Come the end of the day, I ain't got no cash money in my pocket.

No one, not you, not no priest,

not no God's going to step up for me and mine!

[Lamar scoffs] Just once I'd like to see his heavenly ass

down on the west side taking his chances with the rest of us niggers.

Tell God to watch out for his own crew.

My boys are my boys and I don't give no one up.

- Kid's hanging tough. - [Danvers] What are you holding him on?

[Gharty] Possession with intent.

Cocaine vials.

The kid tossed them down the storm drain.

First offence?

No, he's had a few juvenile arrests. Nothing as an adult.

In this city that's virginal.

Best I can do is three years.

- That's not good enough. - [scoffs] Sorry.

No city judge is going to give a 17-year-old

more than that for a first-time charge as an adult.

[sighs] Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- [door slams] - Son, this is three years in.

Not Hickey school, not Boys' Village.

This time you ride the DOC bus to the Jessup Annex.

Three years for some caps?

[scoffs] Y'all running wild. Come on.

Dead priests make everyone hard.

You want the years?

Or you want to see what's behind door number two?

[Lamar scoffs]

I can do the three.

Okay, that's four hours.

- And he hasn't even budged. - [Giardello groans]

We're on the wrong page with that kid.

We've been in there arguing that life is so sacred and precious.

Uh-huh, and everything in his world makes us out to be liars.

[tense instrumental playing]

Whoa, Doc, do me a favor, huh?

What you got waiting in the freezer, huh?

Come on, baby. Come on! Come on! Come on!

Wow! Look at them, Lamar!

Huh? You're right! You've been right all along!

No God, no heaven. Nothing like that, huh?

When you're dead, you're dead.

That's all there is, huh?

And if there was anything more to it, huh,

if there was anything more to it,

they wouldn't look so empty, would they, huh?

- Let me go! - Looking for somebody you know, huh?

Huh? Somebody you know? Somebody we recognize?

- Somebody we know? Huh? - Kiss my ass!

Kiss your ass. Kiss your ass.

[panting]

Open the door! Hey, open the door!

Open the door! Let me out of here!

Open this door and let me out of here! Open the door!

Hey, open the door and let me out of here!

[muffled] Open the door! Let me out of here!

Let me out! Let me out! Open--

[tense music playing]

[man grunts]

Put your hands on top of your head.

- [man] You a knocker, man? - [handcuffs click]

If you're a cop, mind telling me what it is I did?

- You pissed me off. - You go to hell!

Much as you smell like whiskey, coming into this neighborhood.

What are you going to do, Detective?

Shoot me?

[man grunts]

[Kellerman grunting]

[man groaning]

[*]

[sirens wailing]

- What the hell's going on here? - Kellerman, Homicide.

[officer] Homicide?

You're out here alone?

- Where's your car? - No car.

You okay, pal?

What happened?

You want the collar?

- [officer] What did the guy do? - Take the collar.

What are you going to do to me out here?

Get out of the car, Lamar.

[Lamar sighs]

[Pembleton] Let's take a walk.

Maybe everything in this world has to be taken

as absolute reckoning.

We love, we hate...

we save...

we kill.

What we do is all there is.

It's not divine.

But it's everything.

And it counts for more because of that.

Are you with me on this, Lamar?

You're 17 years old and you sell drugs in West Baltimore.

You might be dead or locked up six months from now.

[Pembleton] We're not telling you anything you haven't already told yourself.

Live the life...

leave the life.

You're going to die, Lamar.

Death ain't going to find Roc-Roc laying there

with white hair and wrinkles in his own bed.

He's going to die young and hard,

just like the guys in the freezer.

[Pembleton] So the only question left to worry about is this.

While you were alive...

while you were living and breathing...

and taking up space...

who were you?

Why don't you take a walk, Lamar?

Go on. Look around.

Don't do this.

[Pembleton] Take a walk, Lamar.

[Lamar breathing shakily]

[sighs]

- Is this the ocean? - [Ballard] That's the bay.

Ocean's bigger.

[melancholic music playing]

[intense music playing]

[overlapping yells]

[officer 1] Get in the car now.

- [officer 2] Go ahead. - [officer 1] Now, now, now! Now, now!

[Stivers] Two of the young men have now been identified

as suspects in the murders of Father Juneaux and Monsignor Jaeger.

I told you. Me and Pedro, we're innocent.

[speaking Spanish]

He says that Father Juneaux was-- was family. We would not hurt him.

Terri, we have immigration here.

Sister Attwood, we meet again.

I must not be living right.

I'm with the Immigration and Naturalization Service.

- Stand up. - [Sister Dyanne] Where are you taking them?

[man] Howard County Detention.

- Hands behind your back. - That's not necessary!

[man] They took off once, didn't they?

What's going to happen to them?

Well, what happens to any illegal when they get caught.

They'll go before a judge within 10 days.

They'll get a hearing.

Maybe you guys will get lucky and find a judge that lets you stay.

[chuckling] Don't make book on that, pal.

They aren't guilty of anything except wanting a better life!

And now you're going to deport them?

It's three weeks before we put them on a plane back to Guatemala City.

By that time, I will personally introduce them to a Maryland crab cake.

- Hey, you got them. Good man. - What are you up to?

What? Nothing.

You got me looking up these three guys.

And they're all players in the Mahoney organization.

What's up with that?

I don't know what you're talking about, Falsone.

[street din]

[distant ships honking]

[truck engine revving]

- Where's he at? - I don't know.

No. I saw him seeing me. Where'd he go?

I said I don't know.

He saw me. Is that why he left?

- He just got up and left. - [Kellerman sighs heavily]

[bluegrass music playing]

[song lyrics playing]

You worried about being seen?

I gotta worry. I've been snitching.

You know you did the right thing, right?

I don't care about Stink.

He the one who liked to use the knife.

But Tyrell's my cousin, and him and me's tight.

[Pembleton] So, uh, Lamar, tell me something.

The priest who said the three boys came to the door of the rectory

and asked to use the phone.

- The one who said he heard your name. - Yeah, that was us.

When I seen that old man's face when he cracked the door,

I knew I didn't want to go through with it.

So I let Stink and Tyrell be after that.

I really liked seeing the ocean.

You mean the bay?

[scoffs] Yeah.

[*]

[church bells tolling]

When I was in the third grade,

me and my brother Joey would set up a cardboard box,

grab a sheet and set up an altar.

You were playing priests, huh?

[Gharty] Yeah. We didn't know the Latin.

So, uh, we'd blabber something

and we'd always end it with "Jesu Christi."

Sounded right, you know.

Boy, there was something to that Latin.

I mean, maybe believing in God is supposed to be mysterious.

God shouldn't be regular, everyday, what we speak.

You know?

I don't know, the mystery made it special to me.

That-- that God was coming through to us

on a-- on a different signal.

[Ballard] Hmm.

You would have made a good priest.

- No. - Yes, you would have.

I'm where I'm supposed to be.

And that makes me wonder every day.

[Klaske] Detectives!

- [Gharty] Hey, Father Klaske. - [Ballard] Hey.

This ain't your parish.

I was transferred here after the Monsignor's death.

Uh-huh. Oh, we called ahead.

I-- I spoke to someone-- Some woman answered the phone.

I told her we'd be returning Monsignor Jaeger's chalice.

Thank you, Detective.

We found the guys who did the murder.

[Gharty] We have them in custody.

They're going away for a long, long time, Father.

[Klaske] And the Guatemalans, they're going to be deported?

How could I have thought they were the ones who did it?

Well, you had your doubts.

We all did. That's no sin, is it?

The words on Father Juneaux's blackboard.

Enséñanos a vivir de vera.

Dios de amor, perdona. Perdona.

"Teach us how truly to live.

God of Love, forgive. Forgive."

[bluegrass gospel song playing]

[song lyrics playing]

[theme music playing]