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So Stivers is at the courthouse today?

Yeah. So much for my partner.

- Bayliss, he's out sick? - Personal time.

He's on a date with himself.

Yeah, it's frustrating, isn't it?

- [Pembleton] What? - Changing around like this.

Why is that frustrating?

Eh, you and Bayliss are alike.

Even though Stivers is a good detective, I'm more like Lewis.

- [Pembleton] You're like Lewis? - Yeah, we're good as partners.

Just like you and Bayliss are good as partners.

- Being alike. - Bayliss is nothing like me.

Yeah, you're both thinkers.

Comes out different, but it's the same.

See, Meldrick and me,

we're kick-around cops, shufflers, people guys.

I don't know if I can work with a shuffler.

You know, I have my doubts about you thinkers too.

[officer] Come on, let's keep moving, folks.

Just keep moving. There's nothing here to see.

- Where's the body? - [Westby] It's in the house.

But believe me, you don't wanna go in there.

[dog growling]

[dogs barking]

[Falsone] Pit bull terriers.

[Pembleton] Whoa, the dog world's fun-loving clown.

Who's their playmate?

It's believed to be a Leonard Tjarks.

T-J-A-R-K-S. I was over the body.

There's no pulse at all. The victim had bled out.

And all of a sudden, the dogs came up

from the basement and chased me out.

We're waiting on Animal Control now.

So, is the dead man the owner of the dogs?

No, neighbors say that a Harry Tjarks,

the victim's grandson, he's the master.

So where is Master Tjarks?

[Westby] No sign of him so far.

[dogs barking]

What are you doing?

Gonna put the dogs back in the basement.

By hitting 'em with your coat?

No. You never bully a bully.

You make them consider you.

[tense music playing]

[dog growling]

[tranquilizer gun firing]

[dogs yelping]

Now, you watch. When those dogs wake, they'll be all pissed off.

Yeah, I'd be pissed off, too, if you shot darts in my ass.

[theme song playing]

[music fades]

- You were really gonna let those dogs chew on you? - Not on me. My coat.

What were you gonna do when they gnawed through your leather?

Call time out, show 'em your badge, what?

You don't understand dogs.

Neither did he.

Looks like he was using that nine-iron,

to try to beat 'em off with it.

For a pit bull, I'd have gone with a three wood.

[Westby] No wallet's been found,

but this passport confirms the victim

is Leonard Tjarks, 82 years old.

Besides the grandson that lives here,

Leonard has a son over on Falstaff.

Thanks.

- Missing wallet? - Well, if he had a wallet.

Doesn't mean much. This is not a robbery.

- It isn't? - [Pembleton] Mm-mmm.

So, Scheiner, what gives?

What do you think? Dogs ripped him up.

Well, maybe he was strangled or drugged

before the dogs got to him.

Maybe he fell from an airplane.

Well, there he goes. Maryland's next chief medical examiner.

- No way. - Why not?

Scheiner may outlive all of us.

[chuckles] Outlive himself. Do his own autopsy maybe.

[Westby] Detectives.

Looks like the pit bulls are on a rampage.

It's a golden retriever.

[*]

- You off today? - [Bayliss] Uh, no.

I had to use personal time to cover for Meldrick.

You see, Billie Lou's off.

And Lewis has missed four straight shifts.

Well, pony up some coffee, huh?

I can't stand that sludge across the street.

So, you guys catch one today?

Yeah, a cab driver was aced for a $5 fare and some cheap jewelry.

- Mm-hmm. Suspects? - [Munch] Mm-hmm.

- [Gharty] Oh, it's down. - Already?

- Oh, yeah. - [Bayliss] It's quick work.

[Munch] Yes, indeed.

It's one of those rare cases

where those in need of a clue

are blessed with someone who's genuinely clueless.

- [scoffs] Stupid, huh? - [Munch] Yeah.

Oh, this kid, Butchie.

He was in need of liposuction between the ears.

[Munch chuckles]

[Munch] So, Butchie, you know the old saying about

a criminal always returning to the scene of the crime?

- We never believed in it. - Why should we?

I mean, how could anybody be so stupid

as to rob and kill a cab driver

and then forget job one, to run away?

I forgot my gym bag.

What in here is so important

that you couldn't live without it, huh?

Sweat suit, high-tops, jock strap.

Wait a second.

Ouch. That's a bad break.

Look, I didn't do it.

Huggie had the gun. Huggie shot him.

- Huggie? - Yeah, Huggie don't think right sometimes.

That's a lost art, thinking right.

If Huggie shot him, how come you had the driver's jewelry on?

- 'Cause Huggie took the cash. - How much?

- Five dollars. - Where is Huggie now?

If I tell you, I get to go home?

Home?

[Butchie] If I help you find Huggie?

We'll see, Butchie. We'll see.

What do you want me to tell him?

[Munch] Tell him you want to meet up with him.

Tell him to meet you at, uh,

Belvedere in Park Heights in 30 minutes.

And then you'll arrest him, right?

[Gharty] That's pretty much the idea.

Yo, Huggie. What's up, man?

Really? Cool.

Oh, hey, listen, um. Can we meet up?

I'm at-- I'm at Belvedere in the Heights, I got a plan.

Oh, yeah, um, hey, Huggie, man, bring your gun.

Right.

He said he could roll past at nine.

- [both] That's great. - What are you doing?

[Gharty] Well, I'm, uh, locking you up.

- But Huggie shot him! - But you were there.

You participated. You took the dead man's jewelry.

Yeah, but he was already dead! Aw, man, that ain't right!

- You all lied to me! - [Gharty] We did.

[Butchie] And I told you the truth!

Well, you were extremely cooperative.

- You call that justice? - It'll do.

So, does the violence make them stupid,

or does the stupidity lead to violence?

Well, that's chicken and egg semantics.

The important point is that we win certain cases,

because our brains are repositories for intelligence,

and their brains are day-old banana pudding.

[chuckles] Yeah.

Tony, uh, listen, if you're done back in the kitchen,

why don't you pick up a broom, do back behind the bar here?

All right.

Stupid killers are a gift from God.

Four months ago, my son came here to the house.

He sits at this table, across from me here.

He said he needed a place to stay.

Could he move back in with us?

Now, Harry has always been a...

profound disappointment to me,

and my first reaction was to throw him right through the window,

but I don't.

I don't say anything. I don't do anything.

I force myself, with everything I have,

to sit here and consider letting him move back.

Then the phone rings, and it's my father. [clears throat]

He needs help moving some stuff.

Could Harry and I come over?

Now, that's my dad. He needs me, I go.

The man who raises you asks,

you go, you just go.

But Harry, he can't.

I ask why.

He didn't feel like it.

[Norman clears throat]

So my father let him live in the guest room,

and a week later Harry repays him

by bringing home those damn dogs.

I told Dad to toss him out on his ass,

but he wouldn't do it.

Do you have any idea where Harry might be now?

You didn't see him at the house?

No. He wasn't there.

You haven't talked to him? He hasn't phoned?

No.

Well, why? What do you need with him?

Well, we're just conducting interviews

- and gathering evidence, so that-- - [Norman] Evidence?

Why? I thought the dogs killed him.

The dogs did kill your father.

But you--

you think Harry's a suspect in some way?

No. I wouldn't say that.

Not at this point. He-- he's not a suspect.

Because if he's a suspect, if he had anything to do

with the death of my father, I want him in jail.

[office din]

Uh, you didn't go to court today.

- I had court today? - The wrongful death suit?

[chuckling] Why go to court for that?

City Solicitor's office told me they're getting the case thrown out.

[Stivers] Yeah, they told me the same.

Yeah. You still went.

- It's been slated for jury trial. - What?

The judge ruled there was enough substance

- to proceed with the case. - No way!

Yes, there's a City lawyer in Gee's office

talking about it right now.

All bets are off on this one.

There's no way [indistinct] clears the judge.

- What crap is this? - Serious crap, man.

- No, she's got no witnesses, she's got no evidence. - Maybe she's got a tape.

If she's got a tape, she'd have to offer it up in depositions. She didn't.

Well, Judge Gibbons seems to think that Georgia Rae has enough.

- Wait, who? - Judge Gibbons in Division 14.

- Gerald Gibbons? - [Stivers] Yes.

- This is a joke. - [Giardello] I'm not laughing.

Miss Weaver, Detective Kellerman.

- We spoke on the phone. - Just tell me something.

Now, how does a circuit court judge

give crap like this a trial date?

I'm-- I'm as surprised as you are.

Given the evidence presented in court,

the case should have been tossed out on summary judgement.

Well, who is this Judge Gibbons? I've never been in his court.

We've had a lot of cases in front of him. He's been solid for us.

- Fair. - [Kellerman] Oh, yeah?

Five months ago, Georgia Rae Mahoney

has her kid taking potshots at me, at Lewis, at Stivers.

We lock her up. Guess who lets her go on bail?

- [Giardello] Gibbons? - He's dirty.

[Weaver] That's ridiculous!

How is it that this lawsuit found its way to his docket?

As I recall, Gibbons picked it up from the assignment judge.

He specifically asked for the case?

[Giardello] Mike, don't jump to conclusions!

[Giardello sighing]

- You know, I think I was wrong. - [Pembleton] About what?

About lying to the Tjarks about their son not being a suspect.

Well, I don't know if he is a suspect,

but I am kinda anxious to see

what kind of moron owns three pit bulls.

- That may be his genius. - [Pembleton] What do you mean?

Well, if you want a weak old man dead, you send the dogs

with a bad reputation after him, you get away with murder.

Well, those dogs have a bad reputation

because they do bad things.

No, those dogs are misunderstood.

They randomly attack children playing in their own backyards.

You haven't gotten many peeks at the news lately, have you?

Pit bulls serve on search and rescue missions.

- Some of those pups are heroes. - Uh-uh.

Their jaws lock when they-- they bite into your flesh

and through to your bone.

No. That's not true. They don't lock.

- That's wrong. - Yeah, yeah. It's a fact.

- No, it's not. I don't think so. - Yeah.

I think they lock, or if they don't lock,

I-- I know they don't let go.

[Bayliss] Well, if you want to talk about stupid,

I had a kid on a murder last year, and he was epic.

Yeah, more-- more coffee.

My victim was cut with a kitchen knife,

and there was no sign of robbery or forced entry.

He was living with one other guy,

his stepbrother, Maurice.

- So, Maurice was an idiot, huh? - It was painful to watch.

See, with braindeads like that,

you just gotta hit 'em with a little

street-corner psychology.

Well, you see, with Maurice,

I actually had to hit him with some geology.

Why don't you, uh, wait right here?

Okay? Aaron.

I need you to take Lorenzo Peterson's body

out of the freezer, and wheel his gurney

over to where we use the, uh, the camera.

Okay, and make sure that his, uh, peepers are wide open.

Windows of the soul, you know.

What happens here?

Well, this is the morgue, Maurice.

This is where we find out who killed your brother.

- [Maurice] Oh, yeah? - [Bayliss] Mm-hmm.

How you gonna do that?

Well, you see, we have a special machine now.

- A special camera. - [Maurice] A camera?

Mm-hmm. Special one.

What we do is we, uh-- we take a picture of the dead man's eyes,

and after we develop the film, then we find out

what he saw in the last moment that he got killed.

- What he saw? - [Bayliss] Uh-huh.

Yeah, last thing, last person.

What he saw at the last minute that he got killed.

- [patting on shoulder] - Come on, I'll show you.

Shouldn't take but a minute.

You got some film in that camera?

Okay.

What's the matter, Maurice?

[Maurice groaning]

You don't look too well, Maurice, you okay?

What?

You're gonna see me there.

Excuse me?

When you take a picture of Lorenzo's eyeballs...

you're gonna see me there.

No, no, no. No, come here. Come here.

See, we're gonna see the murderer.

- [Maurice groans] - What? What?

Oh, no! Oh, Maurice!

Oh, man. Come on, now.

You didn't use that knife to cut your own brother, did you?

I cut him a little, yeah.

A little? I mean, you went right through the aorta.

- Were you mad? - I was.

Yeah, yeah. What did he do?

Left laundry in the dryer.

- [camera shutter clicks] - Bastard.

- [all laughing] - That's stupid!

- That's so stupid! - You told him we had a camera...

- Yeah. - ...that took images of a dead man's eyes,

- and he believed it? - Well, yeah!

I mean, it's brand-new technology!

- Haven't you heard? - [Munch cackling]

[Bayliss] Jeez!

[banging]

So, what's happening with the Tjarks case?

Well, Harry Tjarks and his pit bulls have lived

in his grandfather's home for the last three months.

A fight was heard, and the grandson was seen leaving the house.

Grandfather gets killed by the dogs.

- Grandson hasn't returned. - So it's a murder.

Whether the dogs attacked on command or were simply provoked,

we have to wait to talk to the grandson to get a feeling for that.

What are we doing to bring him in?

We got a uniform sitting on the house, in case he comes back.

Yeah, and I got a pal in Auto who knows a guy

who knows a guy that fights dogs, I'm just waiting on the page.

All right, don't get cozy with that coffee.

If it is a murder, put it down quickly

and get yourselves back on rotation.

If it isn't a murder, don't waste time playing with it.

What was that about?

There's an unwritten rule in Homicide,

that says we have enough names on the board

without detectives making more work for themselves.

Okay, so Gee doesn't like the idea we might be making

a murder out of an accidental death.

Precisely.

- [dog growling] - Then you know Harry Tjarks?

Yeah, he would come around,

wanting to know about dog fights.

- How you did it. - How do you do it?

It's simple. I post my dog out front.

Sit on my stoop drinking beer, like this.

Wait for someone to come by.

And then what happens?

A guy may affront you, or you may him.

- Then you do it. - Until one dog kills another?

[laughing] Yeah.

Sometimes they go for two hours, non-stop!

They-- they bleed, they get ripped muscles

and broken bones, but they don't care.

They just keep on fighting.

- People love it. - Mmm.

So, how did you get to know Harry Tjarks?

Harry came to me because he wanted one of my dogs,

but I don't sell them.

So I told him about Stanley Bradshaw.

He's an old breeder from the '60s.

You need to go outside the city to see him,

but it's worth it.

Yeah,

Stanley Bradshaw is the man to see.

- [dog barking] - Harry Tjarks only come here once.

- [dog barks] - Sell some dogs to him?

[Bradshaw] Traded 'em.

See, he brought in this young pup he just got.

Said he wanted to trade up to a bigger dog,

that was ready to fight.

So you traded three dogs for one puppy?

[Bradshaw] Yeah.

[Pembleton] Must have been something wrong with those dogs.

No.

See, I didn't know nothing about how that dog was bred,

but my dogman's voice said,

"Hmm, dog's got a good head on it.

Maybe I'll give him a chance."

I told Harry to wait here, and put him out back,

against the road-worthy dog.

- And he's good? - [Bradshaw] Yeah.

Came out of [indistinct],

so yeah, I'll say he's got some good blood.

Find out soon enough if this young pup had any game in him.

[scoffs] Be damned if he didn't take hold of the road-worthy dog

by the short legs and never did let go.

So I traded to Harry three dogs

I didn't have no room for, anyway.

So let's talk about the nature of these fighting dogs.

Aren't they more apt to turn on somebody?

- [dog barking] - Don't start that.

Not in my own yard.

These dogs are bred to go at each other, not human beings.

These are good dogs.

Can you explain how they would turn on

Harry Tjarks' grandfather?

[dogs barking]

Well, as to that...

all I can say is this.

When Harry took over them dogs, started providing for 'em,

it's a very one-on-one relationship.

The one master is the one master.

Those dogs work off command.

[*]

[guard] Empty your pockets, please.

Go ahead.

[suspenseful music playing]

- May I help you? - Yeah, is the judge in?

- You are? - Uh, Detective Mike Kellerman,

Baltimore City Homicide.

[receptionist] I don't see you on the calendar.

Yeah, I'd just like to talk to the judge.

[receptionist] Concerning?

Uh, Gerry and I are old friends.

- [receptionist] You are? - Mm-hmm.

I've had a many an old friend of Judge Gibbons

come into this office, I don't recall ever seeing you.

Could you just tell him that I'm here?

The judge isn't in presently. Would you like to leave a message?

Where is he?

- He had a luncheon date. - Where?

I'm sorry, I can't give out that information.

You understand.

Look, I just need a quick word with him.

I promise, I won't give you up, I'll make it like I just, you know,

happened to be in the same place at the same time.

I can't help you.

[Kellerman sighing]

Look, the judge is making a very big mistake.

A mistake?

Could I just talk to him?

[receptionist] He won't be back for the rest of the afternoon.

Is this something I need to talk to courthouse security about?

No.

[siren wailing]

- Nothing yet? - What can I tell you?

Harry Tjarks is still missing in action.

Detective Falsone, phone for you.

What else do we know? You talk with Scheiner?

The molds confirmed the obvious.

The grandfather was torn apart by his grandson's dogs.

No other contributing factor. Toxicology was clean.

Well, did the computer show anything on Tjarks,

like an illegal gaming charge?

No. Nothing.

That was my new pal over at Animal Control.

Harry Tjarks just walked through their door.

[Giardello] Well, the gods have heard you, Falsone.

- Now go do their mighty work. - That's not all.

- What? - Our boy, Harry, wants his dogs back.

[*]

[Bayliss] Here you go. Mm-hm.

Hey, boss, I'm done mopping out the cans.

Good man, Tony, why don't you go back

- in the kitchen, fix yourself a sandwich? - All right. Now you're talking!

That's a good hire, that Tony.

- Yeah, he's all right, except... - Except what?

Except he's always reading his Bible.

Well, he hasn't been late for work for two weeks.

If it's the Bible that's keeping him on the straight and narrow,

you know, more power to him.

Besides, it keeps us from cleaning out the toilets.

You have a point there. A very salient one.

- [Bayliss] Mm-hmm. - [door creaking]

- Hey, partner! - Hey!

- [Munch] Hey. - [Bayliss] Hey.

It's slow across the street. [clears throat]

There's, uh, some messages for you, Stu.

I left 'em in your mailbox.

So, Tim, John,

what, are you guys going for a midday bender?

- [Munch chuckling] - Nah.

We're just shooting the breeze.

[Ballard chuckles] What about?

Goofy cases.

Senseless killings. Senseless suspects.

Kind of murder cases

that even when you knew what they were about, you--

you really didn't know what they were about.

I got one.

A few months ago, a bar knifing.

Afternoon like this.

[man] Hey, watch the blood. Watch the blood.

[indistinct conversation]

Okay, what have we got?

Two guys come in here.

Drinking all morning, all afternoon.

Start up with each other. End up just where you see 'em.

- Ouch. Witnesses? - [Salerno] Witness, singular.

I only got a first name out of her, [indistinct] Jackie.

Hey, Jackie. I'm Detective Kellerman.

This is my partner, Detective Munch.

[Jackie] We're all getting along fine.

They're buying each other drinks,

they're buying me drinks.

All right, so everyone's getting along.

What changes? They fight over you?

Me? [scoffs]

Well, I take that as a real compliment, hon, but no.

- It's about Vietnam. - Vietnam?

Yeah, the first fellow lying over there,

he says he was there in '68 during Tet,

and he starts bragging on the 1st Marine Division.

"The Marines, they're the best that best can be."

[chuckles] The other guy, he says he was there

with the 1st Air Cavalry,

and they was the top unit over there.

It goes back and forth, and you know,

soon enough they got their knives out,

and they're cutting on each other.

Hmm!

I thought that war was over.

[Ballard] What is so goofy about that?

All right, so me and Mike,

we go pull the records on these two dead.

That's when we find out that neither of them

was ever in Vietnam.

Our marine was 13 years old in 1968.

Our air cavalryman was 11 years old.

They were too young. They never could have served!

[all chuckling]

[Tony laughing]

What's so funny?

- What? - What are you laughing at?

- What-- what I'm reading. - [tap whirring]

Hey, Tony, why don't you, uh, go ahead,

go downstairs and check the lines?

'Cause I'm having some problems with the tap here.

- [Tony] All right. I got it. - Okay?

What's so funny about what he's reading?

The Bible. He's a fanatic.

Why don't you just let him read what he wants to read?

- Why you gotta be knocking him all the time? - I can knock him all I want.

I'm a big part of his paycheck, aren't I?

- Why can't I get my dogs? - You don't know why?

These are special dogs.

And he's ruining 'em. Hell, he's feeding 'em.

They already been fed.

These are fighting dogs.

They gotta be kept at a certain weight.

Have a seat, Harry.

You know, your grandpa was killed by your dogs, Harry.

[Harry sighing]

That surprise you?

- I don't know. - You don't know?

[Falsone] But me telling you this,

that's news to you for the first time, huh?

I mean, I heard that my grandpops fell out,

and that they took my dogs, but I didn't know that...

- You still want your dogs? - Yeah.

Well, we'll get to that.

First, I have to ask you some questions, though.

You guys were heard arguing this morning. What was that about?

Hatcher, Bad Rick and, uh, The Colonel...

[Pembleton] Your dogs?

- He didn't understand them. - What didn't he understand?

Well, like, yeah, he thought that they were all the same.

That they were all, uh, American pit bull terriers.

- Well, they are, right? - No. Only one is.

Uh, I also have the American Staffordshire,

and the Staffordshire bull terrier.

So this is what you were fighting about?

Yeah. That and other stuff.

[chuckling] Um--

He was mad because my dogs killed a golden retriever.

I-- I put it in the back yard, and he didn't want it there.

Don't you think, uh, it's wrong to fight dogs like that?

Oh, no. [laughs]

Uh, pit bulls are meant for fighting.

You know, they're born for that.

[Pembleton] Well, what about golden retrievers?

They're meant for, um...

being killed by pit bulls?

No, you don't-- no, you don't understand.

That dog, I got from someone who didn't want it.

Uh, it was starving.

That golden was gonna die anyway.

So, what the hell, right?

Right. What did it matter?

But your granddaddy thought it mattered, right?

Mmm, yeah. That's why we were fighting.

[sighing] Let me ask you something, Harry.

Your grandpa lets you live in his house.

He lets you keep these dogs there,

that he couldn't possibly have wanted, am I right?

So if he asks you to take this dead golden retriever,

that you had mutilated,

away from the house,

what's there to argue about, huh?

I mean, what's there to argue about? Huh, how do you argue that?

Unless you hated your grandpa.

Did you hate him?

He thought what I was doing with the pit bulls sucked.

Pit bulls sucked. Pit bulls sucked.

- It does suck. - No, no, you don't understand.

See, when they're doing it, they don't quit.

They got heart. [sighs]

It's-- Oh, just forget it.

Okay, uh, Harry.

Now, um, I know Detective Falsone

doesn't think that Leonard could have liked the dogs.

But did he?

Did he like having the dogs around?

Uh, no. He's right. He didn't.

[Pembleton] Why was that?

Uh, he was scared, I guess. [chuckling]

That wouldn't make any difference to you, though, would it?

He never really had to be around them,

so what's your problem?

So you're saying Leonard didn't have to be around the dogs?

Why was that, um...

- they'd always be with you? - Yes.

So if you went out, like, uh, to the store

for a quart of milk, you'd take the dogs with you?

- Usually, yeah. - But not always?

[Harry] No. Not every time.

So there-- there were times that you went out,

and Leonard would be alone with the dogs?

I put 'em in my room.

Was there ever a time you went out,

and left Leonard alone with the dogs

without putting 'em in your room?

Well, uh, maybe.

Well, how about this morning?

During the fight?

After the fight?

I just remember him yelling at me, you know?

I just had to get out of there. It was a-- a hassle being there.

- So then you left? - Yeah.

Without putting the dogs in your room?

I guess so.

You're not sure?

No.

No, I guess, I-- I guess I'm sure.

I just-- I hadn't thought about it.

Okay.

Okay. I believe you.

Okay, am I done now?

- I think you did think about it. - Think about what?

About leaving them alone with him.

You wanted Leonard dead, so you turned those dogs on him.

- Am I right? - No.

Yeah, well, that's what I think. So, no, you're not done yet.

[cash register ringing]

Hey, Tony, I think maybe I need you

to go next door to Coopers and see

if Patrick has any spare quarters.

[Tony] All right, give me a moment.

We had that murder, we had that shooting up on--

after Thanksgiving, up on York Road.

Right, the toy fire truck.

- Oh, yeah, it was that fireman, right? - What was his name?

Well, he worked at that station, it's over on the East side.

This firefighter, he goes and gets his son--

I think the kid is eight years old.

Gets him a fire truck for his birthday, brings it home.

The little boy says, "Dad,

you don't ride a hook and ladder.

You, uh-- you run a pumper.

I want an engine just like yours."

Dad gets all proud.

I mean, I can see that. His son knows the difference between a ladder and a pumper.

Dad goes to the store. Exchanges the toy.

Maybe this ain't so stupid.

What, that the two 15-year-old knuckleheads

shoot the dad in the back as he's coming out the store?

No, af-- afterward.

These two twinks, they take $20

and the toy fire truck, right?

We catch them because they ditch the fireman's wallet,

and they use the money to buy a couple of rocks,

but they keep the toy pumper.

- [all laughing] - [Gharty] Yeah, a week later--

A week later, though...

Right, right.

The wife and the eight-year-old son...

- Tony, what are you doing? - What?

What the hell is this?

- [Tony] Give me that. Come on-- - What are these drawings about?

[Tony] Nothing.

[Munch] My name's in here. Bayliss.

Hey, Tim, look at this. Your name's in here, too.

What are you doing putting my name on these drawings?

It's just something I'm trying.

[Bayliss] Well, wait a minute. Gharty, your name's here.

Ballard. Tony, what gives?

It's-- it's about listening to you guys

talk about-- about what you see.

We don't see this stuff!

I listen to hear what your souls are,

and to try and make sense of it.

That-- that's why it's in the Bible.

Because the Bible's supposed to have all the answers,

but it doesn't have any for me.

Listen, knucklehead. You don't draw my soul, you don't write my name, okay?

Now find the door, pal.

Tony, uh, tell you what,

why don't you pick up your check tomorrow?

[Munch] Yeah, and take my name out of that Bible.

What are you, goofing on me,

making some kind of list of the dead or something?

- Yeah, come on! - [Bayliss] All right.

- All right, all right. - [Munch] Go on, get out of here!

- I meant no harm. - Yeah. Tomorrow.

The world's on its ass if a man

can't sit in his own bar and tell his own stories

without some freak drawing pictures in a Bible.

Am I right?

[Gharty] What was that widow's name?

This fireman's widow calls me up.

She asks if we can drive her and her son

over to where her husband was shot.

This is where you found Kevin?

Yeah.

- My dad died there? - Yes, Matthew.

[mother] He's been asking me all week,

"Take me to the where Dad was."

We got the kids who did this. They're being tried as adults.

Matt said to me, "Mom, if I can go to where Dad was killed,

I want to see what he saw when he died."

We can go home now, Mom.

I said to Dad that he doesn't have to be over there anymore.

He can be with us now.

He wants to see the last thing his dad sees.

[jazz music playing]

trying to make it fit.

Look at him. He didn't kill his grandfather.

[Falsone] He did.

Look, the old man was alone with the dogs,

maybe for the first time.

He had a golf club.

They were threatened or-- or he felt scared,

but whatever happened, happened.

Harry Tjarks is not capable of murdering

anything other than a golden retriever.

[sighing] Right.

- It wasn't premeditated. - [Pembleton] Right.

He acted in the moment. He's stupid.

He's stupid like the ten-year-old kid

that brains the cat for clawing him.

He got mad, turned 'em loose.

Simple, no plan. Grandpa's still dead.

[door shuts close]

[door clicks open]

- [door shuts close] - [Falsone whistling]

So, Harry, consider yourself a success?

Yeah, I've won some money with the dogs.

Right. Forget the dogs.

I mean, overall. A success in your life?

Why did you move in with Gramps?

Couldn't pay the rent.

- [Falsone] Why don't you get a job? - Can't find one.

You mean you've never been able to find one?

- No, I've had lots of jobs. - Not a full-time one.

[sighing] Yeah, not a full-time.

You physically able?

I mean, you're not disabled or anything, are you?

- No. - [Falsone] You're how old?

- 35. - 35. Man.

- [Falsone chuckling] - What's funny?

What about girls? You got a girlfriend?

- [Harry] No. - [Falsone] Ever had?

- Yeah. - When was the last time?

Oh...

it's, uh-- it's been a while.

You know, you get older, you're not already married, it gets harder.

Why do you think that is, Harry?

You ever been told you're good-looking?

Sometimes.

See, now I believe that's true.

So then it's not your looks,

but you're not a teenager, are you?

So it might get a little tricky when you gotta tell a woman

that you're looking to make,

but because you got no money or a job,

you gotta take her back to Grandpa's guest room.

Doesn't fly for a 35-year-old man, am I right?

When was the last time you had sex?

No response. This can't be good.

What about friends?

A few.

Yeah, friends are fleeting, aren't they?

But family.

- Family's what counts. - [Harry sighing]

Speaking of which...

I bet they'll be putting your grandpa in the ground,

Tuesday, Wednesday.

I'm curious.

You gonna go to the service?

I haven't thought about it.

[Falsone] No?

Well, think on it now.

I might.

[Falsone] You sure you want to?

- I mean, what about your dad? - What do you mean?

Well, it--

it's probably gonna be a tough day for him, don't you think?

Oh, I guess.

You ever see your dad cry?

No. Not really, no. [chuckles]

He'll cry on that day. Oh, yeah.

You don't bury your father and get off without crying.

How do you think he's gonna feel with you there?

Now that you decided to go.

- You think he's gonna appreciate it? - I don't know.

[Falsone] Come on. Not that again. Think about it.

Well, maybe not.

Maybe not?

I talked to him 10, 15 minutes at the most.

I would say probably not.

I mean, I'm not saying he should feel that way.

I'm just saying that's the way he feels.

I'm giving you the facts, you know?

- I-- I understand. - [Falsone] Oh, you do?

- Mm-hmm. - [Falsone] Well, that's good.

Because if you didn't, I wanted to tell you

what he said when we gave him the news.

- I don't want to know. - No?

- Mmm. - I think you should hear this.

Do you know what he said when we told him

that your grandfather, who lived to be 82 years old...

a man who lived a full life,

lived longer than most...

but when we told him what happened,

you know what the first thing was to come out of your father's mouth?

"Why couldn't it have been Harry?"

[Harry sighing]

[Falsone] Are you crying, Harry?

Look up at me.

You want me to stop asking the questions.

Okay. Then I'll stop.

- First, you gotta look at me. - I'm not crying.

I'm not crying. I'm not crying.

Is that it?

Can I get my dogs now?

That guy in there. I mean, his grandfather.

I don't get it. How can he feel nothing?

[Pembleton] He's empty.

I mean, if you broke him right down,

if he confessed and you dragged him in front of a judge,

you got second degree and 30 years.

What would it mean? He's dead inside.

It's not a murder.

- No. - That bastard can feel.

He can't. That's the horror.

I'll make him feel.

- We done? - [Falsone] You're free to go.

- All right. - But the dogs, we keep.

What?

You don't get the dogs back. They're gonna be euthanized.

- What does that mean? - Put down.

Whoa.

You're gonna kill 'em? Why?

They tore up your grandfather.

But I love my dogs.

Yeah, well, that's too bad. They killed a person.

And so they can't be in this world anymore.

Hey, come on.

It's me, okay? It's my fault.

Okay? Not the dogs'.

Don't blame them, blame me, okay?

I should've kept 'em in my room, right?

That's what the other guy was trying to make me understand, right?

I should've kept 'em in my room, right?

Come on. Oh, man!

Oh, man!

I am so stupid!

I should've kept 'em in my room, right?

Please don't kill my dogs.

Please don't kill my dogs!

Please! Come on!

Come on, man!

Please don't kill my dogs!

[Harry sobs]

[tense music playing]

Oh, God.

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[Pembleton] Yo, Falsone!

I spoke with Danvers.

He thinks we can get Harry Tjarks on gross negligence.

That'll turn out to the be nothing.

[scoffs] It's amazing.

With his dogs, even a Harry Tjarks

gets to have power over something.

How old are your kids, Frank?

Uh, Olivia's two years old and the baby is, um, six months.

Think you got a couple of losers on your hands?

- Beg your pardon? - Losers.

I mean, what if your kids grow up to fail you?

Fail you so much, you can't stand the sight of 'em?

Well, we're not raising our children to succeed for us,

so why should we [indistinct]?

Reality.

Punch the clock and go home.

You did your job.

That man in there, he didn't want anybody dead.

So now you know that.

I'd feel a whole lot better if I knew what the hell it was he did want.

Harry Tjarks is vacant.

He's simple.

What's a man like that ever want?

What are we? Complicated?

I'm complicated.

You're an everyday cop, a shuffler,

a knock-around kind of guy, remember?

You thinkers, you're trouble.

- Yeah, tell me about it. - Come on.

Who's really happier?

The complicated people with all the ideas

stuffed in their heads, or the simple shufflers?

- Come on, you're not really asking that question. - I'm asking.

Norman Tjarks is gonna bury his father this week.

He's probably gonna think on that for the rest of his life.

Harry Tjarks will mourn his dogs for as long as it takes

to go down to the kennel and buy some more pit bulls.

So...

- So Harry wins. - [Pembleton sighing]

Simple wins.

Every now and then.

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