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[mod rock music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

We just moved to Baltimore, too.

Have you been to the Havana Club?

You would love that.

Salsa music, a full bar.

The cigar smoke I could live without.

What is it about men and cigars?

- It's Freudian or something. - [women chuckling]

Speaking of sin and pleasure, who would like a refill?

Oh, no. I got a nine o'clock aerobics class tomorrow.

- Jennifer? - Sure.

He's adorable. How long have you been married?

Six years.

After six years of hair in the sink and dirty socks,

he is not so adorable.

- [Jennifer laughing] - Honey, I gotta go.

- You're ready? I'll down this. - No, it's okay.

I'm just exhausted, that's all.

- You relax, enjoy your drink and take a cab home. - Sure?

Just don't stay out all night, and don't keep Jennifer here stuck at this table.

It was really great to meet you.

We come here a lot. Maybe I'll see you again.

And you, I'll see later.

[person whistling]

- [Jennifer] Will your wife be upset? - [man] It's not that late.

- This your car? - [Jennifer] Yeah.

Listen. Thanks again for tonight.

- I had fun. - [bag unzipping]

Keys... okay.

Jennifer?

[buzzing sound]

[*]

[theme song playing]

- [phone ringing] - [male voice] Homicide.

[siren wailing]

Her name is Jennifer Gerrick, 26 years old.

Strangled with a pair of pantyhose.

[Gharty] Yeah? Her own?

She's not wearing any, so probably, yeah.

But you don't know for sure?

I'm not a pantyhose profiler, Stu.

Hey, I don't know from stockings. All right?

I thought maybe you could tell.

- Who found the body? - Uh, couple of teenagers.

Sanders is taking their information.

Okay. She's got all her jewelry on.

Her purse and her wallet are intact.

[Gharty] So it's a sex crime. She was raped.

There's no apparent trauma. Her makeup is barely smudged.

Sanders!

Could you join us?

Did those kids see anything?

They said they were on their way home.

They found the body about six.

Huh, what are they, 13 years old, coming home at 6am?

- What a world. - Let them know that we need to speak to them.

And where the hell's the ME?

They're a little shorthanded down at the morgue.

I called Dyer about 20 minutes ago.

Yeah, well, you think you could call her again?

No signs of a struggle.

Which means she was probably killed

somewhere else and then dumped here.

[Gharty] She looks like a nice girl.

[Ballard] Yeah.

- Are you okay? - I just hate working Sundays.

[ominous music playing]

[*]

Love me?

Maybe.

You took your time getting home.

I thought you'd forgiven me for that, after last night.

Don't, I'm sweaty.

I like you sweaty.

Nick...

Lose the paper.

I hope it's not parents. I hate it when it's parents.

Hey, hi.

My name's Laura Ballard, and I'm a police officer.

Is there an adult in the house I can talk to about Jennifer Gerrick?

Well, don't tell me Jennifer's gotten herself arrested.

- Are you a relative of hers? - Yeah, Ben Elliot.

Jennifer is my wife's niece. She lives with us.

What kind of trouble is she in?

We're Baltimore Homicide, Mr. Elliot.

Maggie said there were police here about Jennifer.

Is she all right?

You said you had her wallet and purse.

Isn't that enough?

We need a relative to make the ID, to be absolutely sure.

I've changed my mind. I can't do this. I feel sick.

We can wait a few minutes, till you're up to it.

I don't want to see her face.

- She looks peaceful. - What?

She looks at peace, pretty, you know?

I've seen a lot of dead faces.

Most of them don't look so pretty.

You're telling me that so I'll go in and make the ID.

She was murdered, Mrs. Elliot, and as soon as you can make

the ID, we can start looking for her killer.

Okay.

[*]

You were right.

She does look pretty.

- Well, I'll be damned. - You, too, huh?

I'm looking at an anonymous tip on my Mahoney crew triple murder.

- No kidding. - It's more than a tip.

It names the shooter, the wheel man, witnesses.

Weapons, vehicle tags.

Single typed paragraph, no names, no return address.

My courtyard murder from the projects last week.

My double over on Ashland.

Every detective working the Mahoney

drug war killings got one.

So half the Mahoney organization's dead on the pavement.

And whoever's still standing gets ratted out?

Ah, you see, Frank, I told you there

was a happy ending out there somewhere.

- You two guys up? - Yeah, yeah. What do you need?

Well, I got a couple witnesses to pick up,

including one Antoine Latrell,

who according to this tip, saw my three dealers get shot.

- Hmm. Let's put down a triple. - [Bayliss] Yes.

Whoever this anonymous tipster is, he sure knows what we like.

Yeah, whoever he is.

- She wasn't raped? - No.

No signs of sexual assault, no semen anywhere.

- What about drugs or alcohol? - She had .11 blood alcohol.

No drugs, nothing in the stomach.

Cause of death was asphyxiation due to strangulation.

Not a robbery, not a sex crime.

- What kind of a murder is this? - Very clean.

No skin cells under the fingernails, no fibers.

Trace analysis found only one hair that wasn't the victim's own.

- Where was it? - On her skirt.

[Gharty] One hair.

She was out at a restaurant, a club.

- It could be anybody's. - Great...

Before you lose faith in me, I did find something interesting.

Oh. Interesting's good. I'll take interesting.

[Dyer] See these circular marks?

Yeah, what the hell are they?

My best guess, contusions caused by a stun gun.

A stun gun, huh?

[Dyer] Whoever killed her probably incapacitated her

first, with a stun gun pressed to the neck.

So, if we recover the weapon, you can make a match?

The markings are definitive, yes.

Yeah, given we find that smoking stun gun.

[*]

- [bell tolling] - [birds calling]

So, what's up?

I just wanted to let you know that everybody got

their little white envelopes.

What little white envelopes?

[chuckling] I'm that subtle, huh?

The tips on those cases gave us everything

but a typed prosecution report.

- Everyone knows. - Who's everyone?

Stivers, Kellerman, me.

They talk to you about it?

We're not saying a damn thing to each other.

How long do you think it's gonna be before Gee figures it out?

Gee figures what out?

[siren wailing]

What do we have on the Gerrick murder?

Jennifer Gerrick was strangled. No sexual assault.

There were markings indicating she was hit with a stun gun.

Yeah, we'll check with manufacturers,

see if we can find out where they're sold in Baltimore.

But it's a long shot, considering gadgets like

that can be bought on the internet.

She worked at Nouveau, which is in Mount Vernon.

It's closed tonight so we're gonna get there first thing in the morning.

- Any eyewitnesses? - None.

According to Dyer, the body was dumped

- between four and six this morning. - Mm-hmm.

Which basically leaves us with no motive,

no witnesses, no suspects, and no evidence.

But one thing you do have, Detective Ballard...

- What's that? - Moxie.

When you first came here, you set this unit on fire.

Don't tell me what you don't have.

Start using what you do.

- [elevator dinging] - Yes, sir.

A young, attractive girl is killed,

and everybody is in an uproar.

I want to keep that uproar to a dull roar.

Avante.

Moxie, huh?

I always thought what you had was spunk.

Hmm. I hate spunk.

[jazz music playing]

Who are you looking at?

The woman in the blue jacket. She's gorgeous.

Don't do this, the jealous routine.

I'm just making conversation.

She's beautiful.

You are beautiful.

- All right? - Yeah, all right.

I'm going to the ladies' room.

[indistinct chatter]

The woman in blue. Whatever she's drinking, another on me.

- Sure. - [Nick] Thanks.

[bartender] The guy down at the end of the bar wants to buy you a drink.

[*]

What's going on?

Not a thing.

[fast-paced music playing]

- [Pembleton] Antoine Latrell!

- [Latrell] Yeah? - Baltimore Homicide.

Three Mahoney crew dealers got shot last week, and we hear that you were there.

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

We got a eyewitness, places you at the scene.

- I ain't shoot nobody. - No?

Then I guess you better tell us who did. Let's go.

[*]

When did Jennifer Gerrick start working for you?

I hired her for the Christmas rush, and kept her on.

Does Jennifer have any friends she went out with?

Other employees, maybe a boyfriend?

- I know she didn't have a boyfriend. - How do you know that?

Because she used to complain about it all the time.

How she spent all her money going out,

and she never met anybody.

She ever say where she went?

Well, she used to like those trendy restaurants up on Charles.

Cohibar and that other one, the Italian place?

- Sotto Sopra? - [manager] That's it.

Did Jennifer ever tell you where she was going on Saturday night?

Well, it was one or another of those pricey places.

[laughing] You'd think being in a neighborhood like that,

you'd have a better chance of not getting yourself killed.

Okay, Antoine, is that the statement you just

made, that you were present at the time of the shootings,

and you've identified the shooter as one Harold Combs?

[sighing] Man, how'd you all even get my name?

Is it your statement?

Yeah.

Then sign and initial each page.

This means I'm gonna have to testify.

If it goes to trial.

But if you're worried about testifying, we'll move you.

Stash you in a motel, somewhere they can't get at you.

What's left of that Mahoney crew is

busy fighting amongst themselves.

They ain't in no condition to come back anywhere.

Okay, Antoine. Let me ask you a question.

We got ten dead in the Mahoney organization.

What was it that started this war?

No reason?

Best I heard, some talk about how the money got cut.

You're telling us the Mahoney machine choked on its own money?

Money and a little dirt.

I don't know, Antoine.

It's a lot of bodies for a little dirt.

The Mahoney crew, they were never too

calm about things to begin with.

Okay, so now we know who's losing this war.

- Who's winning it? - Say what?

Who's winning the war?

Ain't it you?

[Pembleton chuckling]

You recognize this woman, Jennifer Gerrick?

Oh, I've seen her. She usually sits at the bar.

She was here the other night.

Do you remember who she came in with?

Ah, she never comes in with anybody.

A regular Saturday Night Hon.

What's a Saturday Night Hon?

Dressed to the max, no coat, comes in looking for an escort home.

We get women like that.

It can be zero degrees outside, but they lock their jacket in

the car just so they look good when they walk in the door.

You see her leave with anyone last night?

I don't remember. I bet you found her without her coat.

Yeah, as a matter of fact, we did.

Well, like I told you, a Saturday Night Hon.

Can I have an ash tray? Thank you.

So, the manager of the Cohibar recognized

Jennifer Gerrick from Saturday night.

He did not see her leave.

Neither did any of the employees that were working that night.

What about the other customers?

Well, we got the names of 69 of them through credit

card receipts and reservations.

Yeah, we're already running them in the computer,

but we could really use some help with the interviews.

Munch, find Kellerman and give Ballard and Gharty a hand.

- You got it, Gee. - Now, have you found the victim's car?

Not yet. Gonna check private towing lots next.

Falsone!

If anybody in Auto owes you a favor,

now's the time to call it in.

[Falsone] All right, I'm on it.

So Gerrick went to the Cohibar by herself?

- Looks that way, yeah. - A regular Saturday Night Hon.

Oh, what is with this Saturday Night Hon?

Uh, it's a woman who goes out alone on a Saturday night.

And what's wrong with a woman going out by herself?

Oh, nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Well, you see, there's a rule of thumb in Charm City that says

a woman who goes out alone is looking for a good time.

- You know what I mean? - Oh, and I suppose she was looking to get murdered as well?

Hey, come on, Ballard, I didn't mean it like that.

You know what? I go out alone.

Sometimes I even go out alone on a Saturday night.

Hey, don't listen to my partner. He's a Neanderthal.

- Mm-hmm. - Yeah. That's me.

Straight from the Stone Age.

- [Ballard] You see this woman? - Yeah, I did.

You talk to her at all?

She was behind me at the bar, trying to get a drink.

I got the bartender's attention, and she said, "Thanks."

Do you recall anyone else who she was talking to,

or who she might have left with?

I'm sorry. If I'd have known she was gonna end up dead,

I'd have paid closer attention.

[Munch] You were here Saturday night?

It's kind of like my home away from home.

You remember seeing this woman?

I had a couple of martinis.

- That's all I remember. - Are you sure?

After a couple martinis, I'm not sure of anything.

That's the woman we were talking to.

She was murdered?

- Oh, my God. - What did you talk about?

Oh, she said she was new to Baltimore.

We told her a few places to go.

How long was that conversation?

10, maybe 15 minutes, I'd guess.

Now, you didn't see her with anyone else,

or see her leave with anyone?

No. No, I didn't.

Jeez, that's a shame.

She seemed like a really nice person.

Gerrick was alone in the bar.

I can't imagine that no one saw her leave.

If they did, they didn't tell us.

- Well, didn't anybody turn up with a record? - No.

We ran through everyone who was at the Cohibar Saturday night,

all our foofie little customers.

Cleaner than Mother Teresa, God rest her soul,

not a parking ticket among 'em.

Detective Ballard. Falsone is on line two.

He found the car you've been looking for.

[Ballard clearing throat]

[Nick] You're not dressed.

I changed my mind. I don't feel like going out tonight.

You're not still freaked out by those cops, are you?

- [woman] No. - Then what?

We went out last night, and the night before that.

Come on, Helen. Don't start getting frigid on me.

Let's go out, have some fun.

The way you're looking at women in the bar,

I'm beginning to think you're having a little too much fun all on your own.

Is this about the other night? I'm being punished?

You want to be a bitch, be a bitch.

Fine. Stay in.

- Any blood or prints? - Nothing visible.

I'm gonna have Crime Lab come and check out the interior.

- That's her coat, isn't it? - [Falsone] What?

Jennifer Gerrick. That must be her coat.

- She left it in the trunk. - We got a call.

They found another body.

A woman, strangled with pantyhose.

Looked like strangulation. Hard to tell from the decomp.

She's been out there about a week.

[Sanders] Homeless man found the body underneath that tarp.

Any personal effects?

No wad or jewelry, but if she's been out here

for a week, that doesn't mean much.

We found her driver's license in her purse.

Name's Elaine Beretta.

Roommate reported her missing last week.

What day of the week?

April 11th.

- Saturday. - Right.

- Was she wearing a coat? - A what?

A coat, a jacket. Where is it?

She didn't have one, Detective.

[shutter clicking]

[*]

Detective Ballard, will the police department close down

restaurants on Charles until the killer is apprehended?

- No comment. - [Daniels] Is it true these women were strangled

- with their own pantyhose? - Again, no comment.

No comment. No comment.

Can you confirm the killer used a stun gun?

When we have a statement to make, we'll make it.

Right now, I can't comment on an ongoing investigation.

- Excuse me. - Well, do you have any suspects?

Detective Ballard, when can we get a statement?

Well, the press is in full assault mode.

Two dead white girls in two days? That's their kind of case.

-"Martini Murders"? - Yeah, strangled, not stirred.

- Keep that for your scrapbook. - [Ballard] Hey, thanks.

So, they asked me about a stun gun.

I'd like to know how the heck they knew about that.

- Mmm. - Did we hear back from Lausanne?

Yeah, Beretta was strangled, no sexual assault.

Lausanne confirms the presence

of contusions caused by a stun gun.

- Just like Gerrick. - [Gharty] Yeah.

Boyd Shephard is here. He's waiting in The Aquarium.

- Who? - Elaine Beretta's roommate.

We're on our way.

I want to see Detective Higby.

[sighing] Detective Higby works Missing Persons.

Elaine isn't missing any more.

You and Elaine live together?

We were roommates.

When's the last time you saw her?

Last Saturday night, about seven.

- She was going to Sotto Sopra. - Hmm.

- She never came back? - That son of a bitch,

Higby, kept insisting she ran off somewhere.

Listen, by the time you reported her missing,

Elaine was already dead.

So, Higby could've turned the town upside down,

and he couldn't have saved her.

And somehow he knows this?

[*]

- [Pembleton] Harold Combs! - What's this about?

Hands up, baby! Hands up!

- What's this about? - Get on the pole!

- Get on the pole! - Hands up!

- What is this? - Get up...

- [Combs] What-- - Get up there, boy.

You are under arrest for three counts of first-degree murder.

- What? - For the triple shooting, Mr. Combs.

Three Mahoney drug dealers disposed of.

And what, you tell me you don't remember that?

Who put me in?

- It was Antoine Latrell, wasn't it? - [laughing] Come on, man.

- Get in the car, Mr. Combs. - Who put me in, man?

- Antoine Latrell? - Get in the car, man! Shut your mouth.

Every tip checked out.

Every one of the drug war cases is down,

or on its way to going down.

Very tidy.

Well, I tell you, whoever our informant was,

he's got a genuine gift for this sort of thing.

Ballistics, vehicle info, you know.

- [Giardello] Sounds like he'd make a good cop. - [Bayliss] Hmm...

Any ideas who it might be, Falsone?

Well, there's no way to know, Gee.

All the notes were typewritten in plain white envelopes,

and mailed from the main post office on East Fayette.

Called it a mystery then?

A mystery?

The cases are down.

Who the hell cares who's tipping us?

What Pecora puts in his marinara sauce, that's a mystery.

Other than that, there are no mysteries,

not in this town or this unit.

Find your former partner. Tell him I want to talk.

[Falsone sighing]

[bartender] Of course I knew Elaine Beretta.

[Gharty] So she was a regular?

Always ordered the same thing, Amaretto sour.

Was she a Saturday Night Hon?

I guess you could call her a Hon in a way.

She'd come in all done up.

Last time Elaine was here, do you remember her meeting anyone?

Last weekend? It was packed.

I kind of remember her talking to this one guy,

one of those Rolex-wearing jerks.

Do you remember anything else about him?

- What he looked like? - Dark hair, tall, married.

He comes in with his wife a lot,

but she wasn't with him that night.

I think he bought Elaine a drink.

Do you have your credit card receipts from April 11th?

All the paperwork's upstairs.

- Could take me a while to find them. - We'll wait.

Holy cow, a lot of people have a lot of money to throw around.

I haven't seen a single bill under $60.

- Oh, that's not a lot of money. - Yeah, maybe not to you.

I don't spend that much when I go out.

[snorting] Since when do you go out?

Did we interview a Nick Montgomery?

Uh... yes, Nick and Helen Montgomery

were at the Cohibar with Gerrick.

They had a brief conversation with her.

He was at the Sotto Sopra on the 11th.

Let's go dig up a picture at DMV,

and we'll bring it to the restaurant.

The bartender picks him out as the one that was putting

the moves on Beretta, and we have got ourselves a suspect.

[faint sirens wailing]

- [Lewis] You want to talk to me there, Gee? - I did.

- The Trial Board is next week. - Friday, yeah.

I have it from Barnfather that if you don't contest

the Board's findings, you get off with a reprimand,

stress counselling, five days' loss of vacation.

Deal.

Also, Barnfather wants you to transfer out of Homicide.

Out of CID.

- What do you say? - Me? I want what's best.

Might be good for you to get out of the District,

hump calls from behind a radio car.

Might be better for where your head's at.

I work murders, Gee. That's what I do.

You want to come back to Homicide,

I have to go and talk to Barnfather.

But whatever the hell's going on between

you and the Luther Mahoney people,

it ends right here and right now.

I'll see you at the hearing.

- That's him. - [Ballard] You sure?

I remember the smirk on his face when he paid his tab.

Can I see that receipt?

[chuckling] What do you know?

Something wrong?

He only left 10%.

Him, I recognize.

He was sitting with Jennifer Gerrick.

- Was his wife around? - Mmm, she left early.

They stayed on for another round.

- Who picked up the tab? - He did.

You know, you could've told us this before.

What do you want? You show me a picture of the guy.

This business, you remember faces.

If I was accused of murder for every time I sent a woman

a glass of wine, I'd spend half my life

with my thumb on the fingerprint pad.

Well, we're not looking to charge Nick Montgomery.

We're just going for a search warrant.

If you want my opinion, I'm telling you now,

you'll be denied. You need more evidence.

- Like maybe a stun gun. - A stun gun might do it. Yeah.

Montgomery's probably stashed his under his bed,

- but hell if we can get to it. - All right.

Talk to the Montgomerys again. Press 'em a little.

See what gives.

[Nick] Can we help you, Detectives?

Something you forgot to ask?

Ah. Something you forgot to tell.

You bought Jennifer Gerrick two drinks.

I what?

Well, you mention you're sitting next to her.

You don't mention that you're feeding her martinis.

- Why'd you leave that out? - I don't know.

I didn't think it mattered.

Nick and I like to meet people.

Occasionally, we'll buy someone a drink.

You bought Jennifer a martini. What about Elaine Beretta?

- What was she drinking? - Who's Elaine Beretta?

Oh, you didn't hear about this on the news?

They found her body yesterday in East Baltimore.

Another woman was murdered?

[Nick] What does this have to do with us?

Well, the bartender at Sotto Sopra remembers

you buying Beretta an Amaretto sour.

We have credit card receipts with your signature

on them, and they're dated April 11th,

which is the night that Elaine disappeared.

Excuse me.

Helen?

Wonderful.

[sighing] You just got me in trouble with my wife.

Helen wasn't with me that night.

And Helen doesn't like you pulling out the platinum

for other women when she's not around, does she?

Well, that's between the two of us.

Or could it be that she's upset you were seen with both

murder victims the night that they died?

I think you're making a big deal out of a couple of $8 cocktails.

[Gharty] Are we?

[Nick] Do you have any more questions?

- I'd like to check on my wife. - Well, that's a good idea.

- She seemed upset. - Mm-hmm.

Buying a woman a drink is not a crime.

We through?

What now? We get him in the Box?

We dig deeper, look harder.

I want to know everything there is to know

about Nick Montgomery, and then we will get him in the Box.

You were working late that night, Helen.

I went out, I met the girl, Elaine...

whatever her name was.

We chatted, I bought her a drink.

- And then? - And then... and then I came home.

It was just a drink.

Helen, you know me.

You know I would never cheat.

I checked their previous address of the Montgomerys,

and it turns out they moved here from Dallas last spring.

I called to see if they had any records.

Both have none.

But I find out that Helen has a sister

named Angela, who was murdered in May.

- How did she die? - Strangulation.

Two weeks before the couple left Texas.

Uh, the primary on the case,

Detective Verheyden, is faxing me the file right now.

He says that Nick Montgomery was the prime suspect.

Hmm... but the cops didn't charge him?

No.

And there are phone records that show

that Nick and Angela spoke every single day,

and that Nick was seen with her the night that she died.

Other than that, they had no real evidence.

That sounds familiar.

Is that enough evidence for you to get that warrant, Danvers?

- I'll see what I can do. - Detective Ballard?

There's a Helen Montgomery here to see you.

Mrs. Montgomery, what can we do for you?

I think my husband is a murderer.

What makes you think that?

The stun gun I found hidden in our basement.

[*]

I always thought Nick killed my sister.

But you didn't go to the police.

I didn't wanna believe it.

We moved to Baltimore to start a new life.

I thought I could leave those suspicions behind me.

And what happened?

We were okay for a while, happy.

Then around a month ago, we started fighting again.

About... other women?

Nick wanted to go out all the time.

He was drinking too much and spending too much money.

When I complained, he started going without me.

But you were with him the other night, with Jennifer Gerrick.

I left early. Nick stayed.

Why didn't you tell us that you left

him at the bar with her?

I assumed he was innocent, just like with my sister.

When you came back the next time,

when you asked about the second girl and you had

the receipt, I couldn't ignore it anymore.

I read about the stun gun in the paper.

[sighing] When he left,

I started going through his things.

You found this.

How could I not have known?

- She said I'm a murderer? - [Gharty] That's right.

The things women do when they get jealous.

Excuse me?

Don't you see what's happening here?

My wife hasn't spoken to me since you two left our house.

Why?

Because you told her I bought that Elise girl a drink.

Elaine.

Whatever.

My wife hears that, and she's out for revenge.

So you say your wife's lying?

I apologize for her, Detectives.

It seems she's wasted your time.

If Helen's lying, how did she get this?

Where is she? Where the hell is she?

Sit down. Mr. Montgomery, sit down.

Jennifer Gerrick and Elaine Beretta were both

incapacitated by an electric shock before they were murdered.

Now, the markings on their neck match the prongs on this gun,

which Helen claims to have found in your basement.

All right, you might find my prints on that stun gun,

but I am not the one who strangled those women.

Really? Then who was?

Who do you think? Helen.

Helen?

Your wife?

Helen found out about it, and she went wild.

I told her I would end it, do whatever she wanted,

go to counseling.

She said that wasn't enough.

She said as long as Angela was alive,

she would always be between us.

To save our marriage, we had to kill her.

- So you strangled her? - No.

Helen did.

I held her down. I admit that.

But it was Helen the one who did the killing.

Then, after we actually got away with it,

there was no stopping her.

What does that mean?

Helen killed two more women between Dallas and Baltimore,

one in St. Louis, one in Pittsburgh.

Do you have anything to prove that?

No, I don't have anything to prove that, but it is the truth.

And I'll testify against her.

[laughing] I'm sure that you would, Mr. Montgomery.

To save yourself, I'm sure that you would

say just about anything.

Well, here's what. I'd save your energy.

You're gonna need it for the murder trial.

Talk about till death do us part, huh?

We ever have a killer couple before?

Nope. And we don't now.

- You sure about that? - Please.

The man is pissed off because Helen turned him in.

He's just trying to drag her down with him.

We have to look into it, Laura.

We have to call St. Louis and Pittsburgh,

see what they got on those two other women.

Look, even if there are other bodies,

it doesn't mean that the wife is involved.

We can't prove anything either way.

Why should we take her word above his?

Because that man is a pig!

He's a misogynist pig bastard, and I can see it in his eyes.

[Gharty] Oh.

All right.

You call Pittsburgh, and I will take St. Louis.

All right.

The Dallas file should be in by now, too.

I can take a look at that.

That's fine.

[sighing] Hey, you're probably right.

You know, Laura, probably it was just him.

Right.

- Hey. - [Gharty] Hey.

So St. Louis Homicide had a 25-year-old Jane Doe

strangled in October.

There are definite markings of a stun gun on her neck,

and no signs of rape.

Well, Pittsburgh didn't even have a body.

They're gonna go through their missing persons

report and call us back this afternoon.

Is that it?

Jeez, Stuart, you call me down to the Crime Lab,

- and I assume that you have something. - I did.

I was reading over the file.

I see where the Dallas cops found

several hairs on Angela Faber's body.

One of them was consistent with Nick Montgomery's.

The other two were Helen's.

Now, given that the three of them were related,

and Angela spent a lot of time at her sister's house,

detectives on the case couldn't go anywhere with that.

So neither can we, right?

Yeah, except that we have the one

unidentified hair off Jennifer Gerrick's clothing.

I had the lab run it against the hairs from Nick and Helen.

- And? - It was Helen Montgomery's.

Right...

Helen already admitted to being at the bar with Gerrick,

so a hair on the outside of Gerrick's skirt,

it's not enough to link her to the murder.

On the outside of the skirt, no.

But we tell Helen that we found the hair somewhere

more incriminating, like, um... say, the inside of

Jennifer Gerrick's pantyhose, might do the trick.

If she's innocent, she'll know we're lying.

And if she's guilty, she won't.

Hmm...

[Gharty] Who are you looking for, Helen?

- Nick. He isn't here, is he? - [Gharty] Why?

Why do you ask? You want to see him?

- Oh. Actually, I'm afraid of him. - [Gharty] Hmm.

I feel like I don't know my husband anymore.

I don't blame you for being afraid.

He was pretty pissed off when we showed him the stun gun.

Did he confess?

He said you were a jealous bitch,

then he admitted to using the stun gun on Jennifer and Elaine

and two other women in St. Louis and Pittsburgh.

- Then he told us you killed them. - What?

Yeah, he said that you were a team,

and that you did it together. Is that true, Helen?

Of course not.

He said, she said, she said, he said.

It's so hard to know who to believe.

That is... [clearing throat]

...until we saw this.

Am I supposed to know what this is?

[Ballard] Well, it's a human hair comparison, Helen.

See, this one on the left is a hair that was

lifted from your sister Angela's body.

This one on the right was pulled out

of Jennifer Gerrick's pantyhose.

And both of them belong to you.

- How can you know that? - You don't remember?

You gave a sample to the Dallas police.

They made a match.

Doesn't matter, 'cause you were sisters.

It made sense that your hair would be on her body.

[Ballard] Right.

But on the inside of Jennifer Gerrick's

pantyhose, well, that's a different story,

one that's really hard to explain.

You ought to consider that this case is going to court.

We already have both you and your husband on these murders.

And we got, um... his prints on the stun gun,

and your hair.

But see, we only need one of you to testify.

Whoever testifies has a really good chance at life

without parole, and whoever doesn't is looking at death row.

[Helen sighing]

It was Nick and I.

Both of us.

It started with Angela.

Killed her together?

[Helen] We killed all of them together.

That was the point.

[ominous music playing]

- You took your time. - I tried my best, sweetheart.

She wouldn't shut up.

[Nick groaning]

[Helen] That was why we did it, what excited us.

We took the women back to the house, put them on the bed.

Nick held them down, and I'd strangle them.

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[Helen] The way we felt, that rush, was thrilling.

The moment she died, our love was perfect.

We were like one person.

Then Nick ruined everything.

He killed Elaine Beretta.

He went out, did it himself, and tried to hide it from me.

I only found out when you came waving

the receipt from Sotto Sopra.

[chuckling] Why'd you turn him in, Helen?

The two of you, you could have gotten away with both murders.

He cheated on me.

He killed without me.

If he hadn't betrayed me, we could have gone on happily ever after.

I may be a jealous bitch, but my husband Nick is

a cheating bastard, and there's no way I was

letting him get away with that.

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Hey, waiting on a ride?

No. I'm just looking.

Everybody going into the bars.

There's a lotta ladies out tonight, a lotta Hons.

Hey, you want to hear a joke?

- Yeah, sure. - Okay.

Why does a Homicide Detective leave her job,

where she's decorated up the yin-yang in her own hometown?

I give up.

To see the world.

- [laughing] To see the world? - Mmm.

So you came to Baltimore.

Hmm. Well, you know, I lived in the same town my entire life.

I was tired of my whole life being about work, and there was

nothing keeping me there, so I picked up and moved.

To good old Charm City.

[laughing] Right.

Charm City with no Prince Charming.

I really thought I was gonna meet somebody here.

You know?

Somebody who was gonna take me to all

the nice restaurants on Charles Street.

And then I thought, well, if no one's gonna

take me, I'm just gonna go alone.

You know?

And then I started thinking how I could have

been one of those women.

Nah, you're a cop.

Right.

I really don't want to go home right now.

And I really don't want to be anywhere where everyone's on the make.

Well, I guess that kind of narrows things down to right here.

Unless you want to go over to Jimmy's, or something.

Jimmy's?

I mean, hey, I don't care how weird your case was,

I'm not gonna pay those Charles Street prices.

But I'll go for the blue plate down at Jimmy's.

- [Ballard giggling] - How's that for Prince Charming?

Take me, I'm yours.

The tip's on you, though.

- Oh, you're a real prince! - Now, hey, what's fair is fair.

[Ballard giggling]

[Falsone] You know what? Huh?

[Ballard] You forgot your wallet?

[Falsone] No, no, I got my wallet.

I just don't have a lot of cash on me.

- I don't know, do you eat a lot? - [Ballard] Yes, I eat a lot...

[theme music playing]

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