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[Bayliss] What am I missing?

What am I missing?

What am I missing?

[mysterious music playing]

[Lewis] Release the body, Bayliss.

So, you're saying you don't like, uh, Camden Yards?

No, man, it-- it's just the idea of Memorial Stadium

suddenly empty

like-- like a mute monument to the Colts.

- What do you wanna do with it? - Flood it.

What can you tell me?

Picture Memorial Stadium, a giant aquatic theme park.

I don't know. I don't know, Meldrick.

I can still remember Dave McNally on that mound in '66.

[Munch] You know, I live near Memorial.

Used to be on game day, if I had a party,

there was no place for my guests to park.

When did you ever have a party on game day?

Let's go, Bayliss.

Can we, uh, check with the neighbors?

Yeah. Get statements from all of them.

We walked the alley, we walked the yard.

Nothing left for us to do here.

Why don't you just get the morgue wagon

and go ahead and we'll get out of here?

I want specimens, all right?

Bayliss, it has been raining all night.

Any blood sample's washed away before forensics got here.

- We gotta be quick. - No, I'm missing something here.

- [rat squeaks] - Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa! Look at that thing.

Look at the size of that monster!

- [Munch] Big enough to ride! - We can have a rodeo.

Rats everywhere!

We need the Pied Piper guy, we need Siegfried and Roy.

- Get away! - [rat squeaks]

Quit staring at me, you cheese-eating gerbil!

- You disease-ridden hamster! - [Lewis] John.

You lice-infected stack of slime!

- John! - What?

You're yelling at a rat, man.

You guys still here?

Johnny...

Tim.

It's time to move the body inside.

Release the body.

[theme music playing]

[children chanting]

[knocking on door]

[knocking on door]

[lock clicking]

Baltimore Police Department.

My daughter.

You found her?

- No! [sobbing] - My God...

[Bayliss] I'm sorry.

[Mrs. Watson] How?

She was, uh,

stabbed in an alleyway that was right near here.

[sobbing]

- This-- I can't do it, man. - What do you mean you can't do it?

'Cause [indistinct] go ahead and do it.

Go ahead and do it.

Raeshaun.

Ma'am, if you wouldn't mind, we're gonna need you to, uh,

c-- come with us and to make a positive identification.

And, uh...

...if it's at all, uh, possible, we're gonna need you to, uh--

we're gonna need your cooperation.

Okay. I'll, uh...

just get my, um...

[*]

[Mrs. Watson screams]

[Mrs. Watson sobbing]

I hate this!

[sobbing continues]

[*]

[office din]

- More men. You need more help. - Help is good.

I'm sending you five detectives from narcotics

and seven from vice.

Can they bring along their desks?

You were Adena's teacher from January until when...

What time did she leave the library?

- Hey, Crosetti! - Yeah?

The problem is these damn sex offenders multiply like amoebas!

- Split in half... - Look who just got released.

Adison, remember him? Career rapist?

Oh, did he have a tattoo on his Johnson?

- Yeah, "Mother." - Adena died in the yard she was laying, that's where she died.

She didn't die in a back yard.

She was killed some place else and dumped where you found her.

Anybody with half a pea brain wouldn't risk carrying a corpse around back there, look.

This whistling sound that I hear,

is that the cavern where your brain used to be?

What you don't risk is killing her out in the open there.

Okay, genius.

Is the death of Adena Keisha Watson

the work of a serial killer?

Five women have been killed in the northwest vicinity

over the last four months.

That's an unsolved slaying every three weeks.

We do not have a serial killer.

Those deaths are totally unrelated.

- We can only hope you're right. - I am right.

This is Griselda Battel at police headquarters.

Back to you, Jim. Can I buy you a drink?

Uh, give me a rain check.

[indistinct conversations]

We're still trying to find you a desk.

It's kind of embarrassing when the detective

in charge of the investigation has to stand.

Yeah.

Good old practical homicide, huh?

Yeah, I'm just, uh-- you know,

making sure that I'm-- I'm taking all the right steps.

Mm-hmm. Follow the book.

Follow your gut.

I'm on a plane, and they serve lunch.

[Munch] Lunch? Really? From Detroit to Baltimore?

Yeah, I'm trying to eat my salad from that little plastic cup.

And the lady sitting next to me says...

"Some of the men I know think it's perverse,

but I like to make love iguana style."

Jeez.

I'm paralyzed. I don't know what to say.

There, I-- I was like-- I'm frozen

with my fork halfway through my fingers-- my mouth.

Iguana style, huh?

That's what she said.

I never heard of that, iguana style.

- Officer Thormann. - You guys beat ambo here.

I wasn't sure whether to call you,

knowing the heat on that little girl.

Nice trees, beautiful lawn.

Now, this is the place for a murder.

- Who's on the ballot? - Uh, Doohen, Thomas Doohen.

Uh, he's on the floor upstairs, dead,

and his wife claims it was a heart attack.

- Would you like to live here? - Taxes.

This is Mrs. Doohen.

Widow Doohen.

[Bolander] My condolences, ma'am. Can you tell us what happened?

[Mrs. Doohen] We were discussing where to go

on our 60th anniversary when--

when--

he just snapped like a twig on a cold day.

- Did he have a history of heart trouble? - No.

Chris, you better call a coroner.

- [Thormann] I'd hold off. - Why?

- He's not dead. - I'm not dead.

- [Mrs. Doohen] Not dead? - What the hell is going on?

- [Mrs. Doohen] Not dead? - Where's that slut?

He's not dead!

- Oh! - Oh.

You can't do this to me. Die, you bastard, die!

- [Mr. Doohen] You first, bitch! - You stopped breathing.

Thormann, Munch, let's get out of here

and leave these people in peace.

- Die, you bastard, die! - [Mr. Doohen] I'll take you to Paris.

I'll take you to the sewer.

I'll put your face down in the slime.

- Maybe you'd better stay. - [Mrs. Doohen] ...die!

- I'll go to Paris without you! - [Mr. Doohen] Oh!

[Pembleton] Dr. Blythe.

Dr. Blythe, Tim Bayliss.

You let them move the body too soon.

I thought that everyone had gotten done with her,

including your people.

This is your first case, isn't it?

[Bayliss] Yes.

Her temperature should have been taken

with an internal thermometer at the murder site.

Now the only thing I can tell you

is that she's been dead for at least 12 hours.

Now, I give lectures twice a year at the police academy.

Try to catch one.

- Hey, Frank. - Hey, how you doing?

Um, we know she disappeared

about 36 hours before her body was found.

And you're telling me she was alive

up until the last 12 hours of that period?

So what I'm wondering is, uh,

could she have been held prisoner or...

- We'll see if this helps. It's what was in her stomach. - What is that?

It's a fully digested meal of spaghetti and meatballs,

followed by a partially digested meal of hot dogs

and what is probably sauerkraut.

Yeah, I called Adena's school and got the menu

for her last day of class, Tuesday.

Spaghetti and meatballs.

[Pembleton] So her last meal was hot dogs and sauerkraut.

[Lewis] All I gotta do is find the man who fed it to her.

You got a cause of death?

Flagrant overkill. She was strangled like this.

Most likely with a piece of cord or rope.

Then she was disemboweled with a sharp instrument,

probably a serrated kitchen knife.

And she also sustained six deep wounds

to the chest and abdomen.

Was she raped?

There's a fresh laceration in the vagina,

but the swabs came up negative for semen.

So she could have been molested with an object of some sort.

My guess, a pipe or bottle.

Hmm.

As you can see, there's a tiny heart-shaped earring

present in one lobe and not in the other.

I-- I'll call her mother to see if Adena was wearing both.

Okay.

You got anything you want to add, Bayliss?

Face of an angel.

Hey, Crosetti.

While you were on your way back from the morgue,

I got a list of the stores near the crime scene

that sell hot dogs and sauerkraut.

Let's go check them out.

- I think I know who did it. - Who?

- Jeff Davis. - Who's that, one of the neighbors?

Jefferson Davis, the president of the Confederate States of America.

Now, you still trying to figure out who whacked Abe Lincoln?

I told you we could solve this thing.

[sighs] You got a one-track mind, Crosetti.

Jefferson Davis plotted the assassination of Lincoln

as a last-ditch effort to further the Southern cause.

You got a one-track mind, leads to an empty depot. Give me the keys.

The Confederate representatives of Canada knew exact details

of the Lincoln assassination in February '65.

How come?

I don't know, and I don't want to know.

Sanford Conover of the Confederate War Department,

he had a meeting with John Surratt in Richmond

sometime between April 6th and April 9th.

Now, how come?

I don't know, and I don't want to know.

That's your problem. You don't have a world view.

I do have a world view.

If you had a world view, you would see that by solving

the mystery behind this one little conspiracy,

it could tell us something about the entire human condition.

Everything man does is a conspiracy.

You have been reading too many book excerpts.

There is life beyond homicide, Meldrick.

- [Munch] Jeez. - [Bolander] Now, we're in the last row of the plane, right?

- Right. - And the John's right there.

So, she-- she gets up, she goes in.

- She closes the door. - Mm-hm.

But you know that little sign that comes on that says, "Occupied"?

[Munch] Right.

Now I wait, I wait, I wait.

It still says "Vacant."

[Munch] Well, she wanted you to follow her in there.

I realized that much.

Well, did you?

No.

- No? - No.

Iguana style, huh?

[Bolander] I should have never gotten divorced.

[officer speaking on police radio]

Officer Thormann.

I want you guys to know

that I hung around until the Doohens calmed down.

It's unusual, twice in one day,

to respond to a call from the same uniform.

It's probably even more unusual to respond twice in one day

to the same murder.

Where's the stiff?

This time he's really dead.

[Mrs. Doohen] Sixty years of abuse.

Mental abuse, moral abuse, immoral abuse.

All I wanted was to go to Paris for my anniversary.

Ten days.

Ten good days in one lifetime.

Is that asking too much?

You know how your husband's body got down into the cellar?

[Mrs. Doohen] Sometimes he'd make those little mouse-y sounds.

[imitating Mr. Doohen]

I'd beg him to stop. Not him.

We have 16 rooms.

And he's too cheap to hire a cleaning lady to help.

- Mrs. Doohen. - Widow Doohen.

I know what it's like to be trapped in a miserable marriage.

The only thing that we're trying to find out here

is whether your husband was dead before

or after he got down in the cellar.

You leave.

He stands there snarling,

calling me names.

And then, bang,

he falls flat on his face again.

So, I shoved him down the cellar

and prayed he wouldn't survive.

Ten good days. That's all I ask.

- Mrs. Doohen? - Widow Doohen.

If your marriage was so terrible,

why'd you stay together for sixty years?

We made a promise we wouldn't get divorced

until after all the children were dead.

Oh, pardon me, my esteemed Lieutenant.

Where, indeed, is all this extra help we've been told to get?

This is a red ball point game. First few hours, everyone's around to take the credit.

After that, they make sure they're not around

to get the blame.

Tim.

Did the book say anything about

getting the unit together, pulling information in?

Sure.

Well, don't you think now would be a good time to do that?

You're right.

Right. Yo, everybody. The coffee light's lit.

- Detective Howard. - Hey, Danvers.

I thought you were in court today.

I was, briefly.

Can I talk to you for a moment, in private?

Something go wrong with the Chiltern case?

The witness started hemming and hawing,

so the judge tossed out the case.

The grand jury indicted him.

How would they indict when I have to convict?

As an assistant state's attorney,

I have every intention of maintaining

a better-than-average conviction rate,

so that one--

one day, in the not-too-distant future,

I can come to rest in a better-than-average law firm.

- Preferably an LA law firm. - Oh, we're gonna miss you.

Okay, forget about the Chiltern case.

On Monday, I'm gonna request an indictment

of Ralph Fenwick for the murder of Agnes Saunders.

This-- this is the weakest homicide case

I've ever had the misfortune to prosecute.

Danvers, don't get me wrong, I'm fascinated by your career,

but we got a red ball going on, and you got enough on Ralph Fenwick to get a conviction.

Wish I had your confidence.

Unless you give me something more substantial,

a better witness, or the murder weapon,

or a confession,

I'm going to the defense attorney and hope to hell I can convince him

to swallow manslaughter with only five years suspended.

Ralph Fenwick murdered Agnes Saunders.

Prove it.

Adena attended Eutaw-Marshburn Elementary

from the age of three until the present.

Uh, she never missed a class.

She was a majorette

and a member of the student council,

and her goal was to be a great dancer.

Bayliss, Bayliss, Bayliss.

We're here about death, not life.

[Felton] Adena gets home from school at 3:00 p.m. on Tuesday.

Is out of the house by 3:30.

Where's my Tasty King? I asked for a Tasty King.

[Felton] Adena tells her mom she's heading to the library,

which is four blocks away.

So why does she need 45 minutes to go four blocks?

[Crosetti] I'll tell you why, because she stops next door.

She stops to get a girlfriend to go with her to the library,

but then her mother nixes the idea.

So she stays at the girlfriend's house

for, like, a half hour,

and then Adena goes to the library.

That brings her there right on schedule.

[Howard] She walks into the library,

grabs a couple of books,

checks them out, and walks into the daytime bus.

And disappears.

She was murdered and moved. That's a gimme.

Whoever grabbed her was probably from the neighborhood.

He got her off the street midday.

That means he knew her.

[Lewis] Did a computer scan of 16 row houses

on the north side of that block.

More than half to four dozen occupants had multiple priors,

seven of them for sex offenses and rapes.

- What? - [Felton] Whoa!

That's a lot of perverts for one block.

You know, I think they got a special zoning rule.

[Munch laughs]

Let's start with the seven convicted rapists.

Is that okay, Tim?

Yeah, right.

Gee, gee, my esteemed lieutenant.

I have a special feel for this case, give it to me.

- Bayliss is the primary. - Yeah, Bayliss is a kid.

At the crime scene, he was indecisive.

At the autopsy, he was squeamish.

And there right now, he was useless.

- Give the case to me, Gee. - He'll get the job done.

Thank you, my esteemed lieutenant.

Bayliss.

[Bayliss] Yeah, Lieutenant.

Reach inside and answer me honestly.

Can you or can you not handle the Adena Watson case?

- I can handle the case. - Then show me some cojones.

- What are you talking about? - Perception, Bayliss, perception.

You act like a wuss, they'll take you for a wuss.

Every time you make a step, I want to see lightning come out of your butt.

Look, I can do the job, all right?

I'm just getting a little bit sick and tired

of everyone's attitude here.

An 11-year-old girl is butchered,

I'm expected to find the killer, and I don't even have a desk!

A desk?

Is that all you can think about?

There's your desk.

Now I want to see lightning.

[office din]

Thank you.

Channel 3 has learned that the primary investigator

in the Adena Keisha Watson killing

has never been in charge of a murder case before.

In fact, he is a man who doesn't even merit his own desk.

Why has this man, with no prior experience,

been chosen to crack our city's most notorious slaying?

- He has a desk. - [Barnfather] He's a novice.

He's qualified to be the primary.

That's pure speculation on your part.

"Command belongs to the officer who answers the initial call."

That's the book, that's the procedure.

[Barnfather] Switch the assignments around.

- I can't do that, Sir. - What do you mean, you can't?

That would be cutting Bayliss off at their knees.

We might as well send him back to the Mayor's office

with security detail to do that.

Don't fight a range war with a water pistol.

Bring up your heavy guns.

Saddle up the great white steed and charge.

What's most important is to restore public confidence.

We've got to come up with some kind of tactic,

some visual event that the media will glue them on to.

A showing of the colors

to demonstrate that the Baltimore City PD

is going to take a stand on Kirk Avenue.

Start by replacing that rookie.

That rookie, Sir, is going to surprise us all.

And those sneakers, Lieutenant, are not part of the dress code.

- [Blythe] Oh, hiya. - [Bolander] Dr. Blythe.

We're here on case 210, Doohen, Thomas.

We want to determine the responsibility of the wife's, if any.

Well, it smells like homicide to me,

but I won't have any news until the morning.

Detective Lewis says you tend to have crabs.

I mean-- I mean at the restaurant.

He said that was your favorite.

[Blythe] Yeah, they remind me of Sydney.

- Your ex-husband? - And of my hometown.

Australia.

I wasn't aware my personal life

interested you, Detective Bolander.

Oh, you know, it's, uh...

coffee room talking.

In the future, if you have any questions

about the intimate details of my life,

don't be afraid to ask.

To ask me.

I-- I wasn't prying.

Okay, um, we'll see you tomorrow.

[Munch] Thank you, Doc.

Crabs?

Why doesn't a woman like that ever come on to me?

She just did.

Here are the interviews of Adena's classmates and teachers,

her friends and neighbors, her daily routine and habits,

her interest in boys and their interest in her.

- [Bayliss] Good. - [Felton] Bayliss, Bayliss.

Of our seven perverts, four are in jail,

two have alibis, and one

is actually the perfect guy for you.

I'm going home.

Tomorrow I'm going to nail the Agnes Saunders case.

Well, what about Clarence? Don't you want his number?

[Lewis] Just chill on the Lincoln thing.

Just chill on the Lincoln thing!

Booth was probably hired as a hitman by Davis.

We rechecked every vacant house

and every vacant store within a five-block radius.

No crimes seen, Bayliss.

So you don't think that she was killed in the neighborhood?

No, no, no, she had to be killed within a one

or two-block radius of where we found her.

I mean, why would you kill her somewhere else and bring her back there?

Right, right, right, because at that hour in the morning,

someone carrying a bloody body wouldn't want to travel too far.

Yeah, well, maybe someone brought the body back to the alley in a car.

Then you go back to asking yourself, why the guy,

if he's already got her in the car, would bring her to an alley

where anyone who's looking out from a window could see him?

Why not just bury her in the woods?

Look, I didn't rat you out to Griselda Battel.

- I didn't say you did. - No, no, hang on, hang on.

I know Battel. I exchange information with her once in a while.

- She's a good source. - I bet.

Frank, listen, I need to get the, uh,

skinny on that arabber that Adena used to work for.

- [Lewis] What's an arabber? - Arabbers are those guys

that push the vegetable carts through the city.

- Yeah, a-rabber. - [Crosetti] Arabber.

Okay, so-- so in my hood, they call them a-rabber.

- What up with that? - It's an arabber.

Look, they're not even Arabians.

Honestly, why do you always got [indistinct]?

- Why do you always question me? - Guys, come on.

Here it is. I already checked him out. He's nothing.

[Bayliss] Well, now, Mrs. Watson told me

that she had Adena stop working for this guy after school

because this guy was getting a little too friendly with her daughter.

Would you believe me on this one, Bayliss, he's harmless.

He's got a record that goes back ten years.

Assault, disorderly. Why don't you go there?

You check out his horse barn, his apartment

as possible crime scenes.

Maybe because it's a waste of my time.

[Bayliss] Maybe. [sighs]

But I'm the primary on this case, Frank.

[indistinct shouting]

[indistinct shouting]

Hey, man! Check that out! [indistinct]. Are they lost?

[indistinct].

What the hell are they doing around here?

[indistinct shouting]

[indistinct] help around here, man?

Y'all need some help [indistinct]?

All good.

Ready? Run!

At ease.

- Bayliss, right? - Yes, sir.

I'd like to say a few words.

Of course, right after I'm finished.

We're here to search for physical evidence.

A rope, a wire,

a knife, any blunt object or traces of blood.

We're also looking for a small, heart-shaped gold earring.

Now, go slowly. Check every inch of the ground.

If you find something, anything, don't move it.

Call me or Detective Crosetti right there

or Detective Lewis.

And also, ask questions.

There's no such thing as a stupid question.

At least for right now, we're gonna pretend there isn't.

Let me tell you what happened last night.

- [Felton] Is this about sex? - No.

- [Felton] Forget it. - I'm lying in bed.

- W-- What were you wearing? - Stop it.

The room was dark. I'm alone, asleep.

I heard a voice. The voice of Agnes Saunders.

Our murder victim, Agnes Saunders?

Yeah, or her ghost spirit.

Yeah, I know, you think it sounds crazy, right?

- Yeah. - Well, I know what I heard.

Howie, you're my partner, you're my friend.

- Cut the crap. - I'm serious, Beau.

- Agnes' voice. - Yeah.

Just the voice or the rest of her?

Only the voice.

Although I may have observed

a vacillating penumbra in the shape of lips.

The television was off?

Television was off, radio was off,

CDs were nestled all snug in their rack.

- What about your neighbors? - On vacation.

- A ghost. - Not a ghost.

- The ghost, Agnes Saunders. - Uh-huh.

So tell me, how is good old Agnes doing these days?

Ticked off.

She wants Ralph Fenwick to walk the mile.

So would I if he blew my brains up with a .45.

She also told me where the murder weapon is.

[whispers] Agnes.

Oh, Agnes. [indistinct].

[Howard grunts]

[door clicks open, shuts]

It's not here.

[Felton] Gee, Howie, that's a surprise.

She told me the gun was in the trailer.

Why would Agnes lie to me?

You know, it's bad enough when living witnesses lie,

but when the dead ones start...

Maybe I heard her wrong.

You're under a lot of pressure to keep your streak going.

What do you say you get some rest?

Beau,

I heard Agnes' voice as clearly as I'm hearing yours.

Let's just go get a cold beer. Come on.

You can take your beer. I don't want your beer.

And you can take your attitude.

If you can't accept what I experience,

that's your problem, not mine.

Hey, don't get pissy with me

just because you're having a nervous breakdown.

[Howard] Some things in life can't be explained.

Some things transcend normal logic.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait up.

I got an idea. Let's go roust Fenwick.

Been down that road 20 times, he's not gonna confess.

Maybe not.

But according to his neighbors, he hasn't been sleeping lately.

Maybe Agnes visited him, too.

- I gotta go. - You're not gonna eat?

I cannot do that.

- Capisci? - Capisci.

Your bosses took away your appetite.

- And my will to live. - [Bolander] Right.

- I got this. It's on me. - It's about time.

[Munch, indistinct]

- Munch? - Yes, sir.

Yeah.

- I was divorced, what, a month ago? - Yeah.

- I was faithful every day for 20 years. - Yeah.

I haven't had a date in decades.

- So tell me, huh? - About what?

You know.

- Dr. Blythe. - You wanna take her out?

- I sent her flowers, right? - Flowers?

Well, I sent flowers to my wife before she was my wife.

Well, look how that turned out.

Flowers are a needless expense in today's market.

You tell her what's on your mind,

she tells you what's on hers.

What's on her mind?

Probably sex.

Maybe she knows what iguana style is.

Ah, Dr. Blythe?

[laughs] No way.

Big man, how old are you?

48.

Approximately.

You know, getting some is a national pastime.

You just have to be careful.

- Age? - Yeah.

- And date rate. - Me?

Just make sure she makes the first move.

- Yeah. - Can't be too careful.

I tell you, it's a dumb idea

having a bunch of recruits graze through a crime scene.

Well, they say I'm in charge. I'm not.

Okay, here's what we got so far, dig in.

We got, uh, three kitchen knives.

They're too rusty and dented

to have killed somebody this week.

There's crack vials, there's needles,

various pieces of clothing, even child's clothing.

But nothing to do with Adena.

There's no, uh, rope, no wire, no earrings.

[Lewis] Uh-oh. Here we go. Here we go. Here we go.

Here goes Griselda Battel and her mad dog news team.

You are about to meet Godzilla Battel.

[Howard] How you been sleeping, Ralph?

Been sleeping good?

A simple man comes home in the evening,

wondering what's for supper.

Complex man comes home,

pondering the imponderables of fate.

An enlightened man comes home,

- wondering what's for supper. - [Felton] What the hell is he talking about?

We heard you haven't slept a wink since you killed Agnes.

You shot her, Fenwick, admit it.

Only in the last 2,000 years

has man been able to perceive the color blue.

- [Howard] Oh, yeah? - Blue appears nowhere in the Iliad or the Old Testament.

[Howard] It's only gonna get worse from here.

Because if you ever do manage to drift off,

I'll be your wake-up call.

I'll come rapping at your door.

And your conscience is gonna gnaw at you.

Gnaw at you like a--

Like a...

- Chipmunk. - Yeah, like a chipmunk.

Because that's what you are, Fenwick,

a lying, murdering rodent.

Why is Iowa the Midwest and Israel the Mideast?

All right, you wanna play it that way?

You go right ahead, but I'm gonna find that gun,

and you, my friend, are going to jail.

- [Howard exclaims] - [Felton] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You damage his vehicle, we're gonna be filling out forms until we retire.

He killed her. I know it.

Go home and get some rest.

We'll re-interview the witnesses.

- Maybe they forgot something. - Kay.

I'm your partner, and I'm your friend.

- Go home. - Yeah.

Chipmunk?

...pushing it, but you are not seeing the facts!

- If you would see this-- - Stop!

Hold on, I'm the sap who'll have to prosecute this case if it goes to court.

Now, I don't know which of you to believe,

did Jessie Doohan kill Thomas Doohan?

- Yes. - No.

Thank you for once again clarifying the answer.

With all due respect to Dr. Blythe,

Thomas Doohan did not die of a criminal action.

- He had a heart attack. - [Dr. Blythe] Twice.

The second time, the wife let him writhe on the floor and left him to die.

She didn't even call an ambulance.

Neglect is not homicide.

- I'm saying she accelerated the death. - How?

The fibers and bruises tell me

that she pulled him down a long flight of stairs,

dragged him across the kitchen floor,

and then threw him down the cellar stairs.

Determination is also not homicide.

- It is if she knew he was alive. - She said he was alive.

How are you going to trust the perception

of an 80-year-old woman?

Why are you defending her?

She was in a miserable marriage for a lot of years.

Oh, come on. So was I.

But when I realized the trouble I was in, I got out.

I didn't get even.

She may have wanted her husband dead,

but she didn't kill him.

I'm afraid death by cellar stairs isn't going to play.

Not with the married jurors, anyway.

- She's guilty. - I disagree.

Well, the medical examiner, not the state's attorney,

not the police, decides if a death is labeled homicide.

And don't pursue it.

But Thomas Doohen is going to stay on the board,

in red, under your name forever.

Where's Bayliss?

Around.

Around. Great. Around.

What a dope.

Then why you indict him for?

Because if this crime ain't solved in 72 hours,

it ain't going to get solved.

'Cause in a week, maybe 10 days,

the bosses, the administration, the media, the public,

nobody's going to know Adena Watson's name, that's why.

- Who are you telling? - Frank, what are you doing here?

I thought I asked you to check out the arabber's house and barn.

- It's done. - [Bayliss] Yeah?

Detective Bayliss!

[Bayliss] It looks like coagulated blood.

There's some strands of hair here.

[Pembleton] Uh, put that in there.

- Good work. - [Battel] What's that?

- What's what? - Uh, the piece of metal.

Look, Griselda, you want to do us a favor and keep that out of your film?

- What is it? - Um...

Come on, hey, turn this thing off, all right?

- I'm not authorized to say. - You're Bayliss, huh?

Yeah, if you put this on, it's going to screw us over.

Okay. Jeez.

Hold it until I hear from you.

And I better hear long before any other reporter.

- You will. - I need it from the primary.

- You'll hear it first. - [Battel] Mm.

If you go around the corner to Greenmont Avenue,

there's a carry-out store there.

The woman who runs it has something important to tell you.

Was this something she told you already?

[Battel] Yes, and I'm not going to use that either.

Until you say I can.

[Bayliss] You want to give me hints to what she said to you?

She knows who the murderer is.

There you are.

You're supposed to be at home, asleep.

- I was. Agnes showed again. - [scoffs]

- That's one pushy ghost. - Evidently.

Fenwick moved the murder weapon, she didn't notice.

What with her adjusting to a higher plane of existence,

she's probably got a lot going through her mind.

[singing "Casper The Friendly Ghost"]

[Crosetti] Kay, don't worry about seeing ghosts.

My Aunt Providenza, she saw a ghost.

What she saw, my Uncle Gaetano's slipper move.

Oh, and while you're digging up evidence,

if you could just do me one small favor.

See if you can maybe dig me up some water.

Just enough to-- to fill up Memorial Stadium.

You know how you're always saying,

"Oh, you're such a good partner,

you're such a good friend."

I don't think you're much of either.

[Felton] Hey, hey, hey, it ain't over 'til the fat boy sings.

The Boston police used mystics in their big strangler case.

The FBI, a seer to find Patty Hearst.

The LAPD, to catch the Hillside Strangler, used a medium.

You know, I heard-- I heard that Hitler used an astrologer.

I heard that-- that he-- the whole war was won

by what this astrology would say, right?

So the British Secret Service, they-- they heard about this.

So they slapped together a whole platoon of astrologers

to find out what Hitler's astrologer was telling them.

Me, I don't believe any of it.

Unless, of course, maybe it works.

- That was deep. - That was very deep.

- What are you reading? - The paper.

I mean underneath the paper.

Nothing, just, uh...

looking at the paper.

Well, I'm sure glad I didn't send her those flowers.

- Okay, everything turns out for the best. - I sent the flowers.

[sighs] I mean, a guy my age making goo-goo eyes,

that's flat out pathetic.

Who'd you send flowers to?

- Dr. Blythe, in your name. - I'll gut you.

Uh-uh.

I couldn't have you walking around here

like a zombie, so I sent flowers.

She's just gonna stomp on them.

No way, man, she called to thank you.

- Bull. - Yeah, now it's your turn.

To what?

Call her up and ask her for a date.

[scoffs] All right, all right, yeah.

[sighs]

Tomorrow.

- [Munch] I have her number. - I gotta go to the bathroom.

It's not in there.

One of the rape charges against him

was a 14-year-old girl.

That was 15 years ago, he wasn't convicted.

Well, he profiles strong, lives alone

within walking distance where Adena was found,

doesn't own a car.

Yeah, but we checked his apartment.

There was no evidence found to link him to the crime.

No rope, no knife, no traces of blood, nothing.

[Bayliss] No, he knows the neighborhood. He knows what places are empty.

- He could have used one of them. - Yeah, Bayliss, but we checked every vacant space.

There was no trace of blood in any of them.

Okay, listen, according to the woman

at the carry-out store,

he knew that Adena was dead

before nine o'clock in the morning.

That's before anyone else knew it.

[Lewis] Oh, what is he doing now?

Believe me, Masius is the guy.

[Pembleton] Okay, let's check him out.

- How you doing, W.J.? - [groans] Awful.

- How did you know Adena Watson? - Who?

The little child who was killed.

Oh, I didn't know her. I heard of her.

- What'd you hear? - Mm.

- What'd you hear? - [Masius mumbling]

Just killed... [grunts]

You ever been arrested, W.J.?

Ever been accused of molesting a child, W.J.?

[groaning] I can't say.

Innocent. What--

How did you know the body of Adena Watson

was in that backyard?

I wanna go home.

How did you know the child was in the backyard, W.J.?

Arm--

Armbruster said so.

- Okay. - [Masius mumbling]

- What was that, Armbruster? - Armbruster, Armbruster.

The couple who found Adena in their backyard.

Damn!

Cut him loose. Masius is not the guy.

[Bayliss] Okay. Okay.

Uh, Crosetti.

I want you to dig out the original

missing persons report that Mrs. Watson filed.

Maybe there's something in there that she didn't tell us about.

Lewis, I want you to go through all the clothing again.

Maybe there's some trace evidence that we missed out on.

Pembleton, I want you

to speak with that librarian face-to-face.

Find out what Adena's mood was. Was she nervous?

Was she anxious? Happy? I don't know. Whatever.

Any questions?

[Giardello] Tim.

- How's it going? - Well, Masius didn't do it.

But I'm working a few other angles.

Lieutenant, listen, you went balls out

with the bosses for me.

I appreciate that,

and I swear I will crack this sucker.

- I swear on it. - Tim.

This will go down.

These things just take time.

Yeah.

Agnes?

[grunts softly]

Agnes?

- [phone rings] - [gasps]

Okay. Howard.

Drop the gun!

What do you say, Ralphie boy?

No words of wisdom tonight?

Hey, Beau, how did you know where he had the gun hidden?

- I got a tip. - From who?

Sorry. A secret.

What do you mean, a secret? Beau!

Hey, Howie, wasn't it you that said

certain phenomena can't be explained?

I got my source, you got your ghosts.

Hey, you know earlier that I was mad at you, right?

And I didn't mean those things I said.

You are a good friend, you're a good partner, huh?

- Thanks, Kay. - And you're also a putz.

- Come on, what do you mean? - Okay, okay, okay.

I used scientific research, deductive reasoning,

past experience, of course.

And, uh, when all three of those failed...

I used these.

- Tarot cards? - They worked.

And that's why I think

that crime is on the rise in Baltimore.

- Crabs? - Chromium.

The bay is filled with chromium.

The crabs, they live in the bay, and then the poor people,

they-- they harvest the crabs off the pier.

People gotta eat.

I know people gotta eat, I'm well aware of that fact.

What I'm saying, though, is if they're gonna eat crabs with chromium in them,

it's gonna affect their brains and they commit crimes.

So what you're saying is, unanswered questions

are actually statements of fact,

like the Lincoln assassination.

- [Lewis] Oh, boy. - [Crosetti] I love this guy.

Now I know why you brought him.

- Steve was my sergeant, Southern. - That's thrilling.

See, I, for one, am not concerned with the water in the bay,

because the water in my aquatic theme park

will be clear and clean and pure.

Where are you gonna get this water,

the men's room in Yankee Stadium?

[all laugh]

You see, I don't subscribe to the theory

that there's no clean water on this planet.

I mean, if that was the case,

where would they get water for, um,

I don't know, say, water coolers, now answer me that.

- You got me. - See?

What's he got going?

[Munch] He's an Epcot Center of Human Emotions.

Disney World of the Human Heart.

[Lewis] Now, see, the beauty of this thing is,

even if the state doesn't want to get involved

in my plan to flood Memorial Stadium,

we can still go ahead with these things.

All we need is a giant hole.

A giant hole, like a quarry?

Yeah, a giant hole like a quarry, sure.

My wife just inherited a quarry.

- Jerry Quarry. - [Crosetti laughs]

- I love this guy. - [Howard] What's this?

A peace offering. From him.

You think we should invite him over?

He gave us beer, Howard, not a kidney.

[all laugh]

- Should we check it for cyanide? - [Lewis] Maybe.

[group singing "Spanish Ladies"]

[muffled gospel music playing]

Detective Bayliss, homicide.

I'm going to need a copy of the mourners' book.

Of course.

[all singing "We'll Understand It Better By And By"]

[theme music playing]