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[suspenseful music playing]

[phone ringing]

Homicide, Giardello.

What?

[sighs] This heat will kill you.

- Who got killed? - No, the heat.

People die from it all the time. They get too hot, they die.

Or they kill each other.

Who lights this candle every night?

I got to get them to fix this AC.

You know what? We've been on night shift for what, a week?

Every night someone lights this candle by the board.

You're a detective, solve it.

A homicide detective.

If the candle killed someone, I'd close the case.

- Meldrick, Meldrick. - What's up, Beau?

Forget-- forget about the Lincoln assassination.

You know what, I would love to forget about the Lincoln assassination forever,

but you won't let me.

Do you guys know who lights that candle?

What candle? Hey.

- It's hot. - [Felton] Thanks for the bulletin.

- Where the hell have you been? - Kirk Avenue.

[Lewis] As much time as you spend in that neighborhood, you ought to buy a house.

[Bayliss grunts]

You know, the murder of an 11-year-old girl

is a tough-- tough case to lose your nut on.

Meldrick, see if I got any messages, huh?

He types with all his fingers.

That's amazing. [scoffs]

[phone buttons clacking]

They have the heat coming out of the AC.

Let me talk to your boss. Right.

Get him on the phone for me. I'll wait.

No, no, I'll wait. I'm waiting for this.

I'm in hell down here.

[theme song playing]

[music fades]

[radio crackling]

[romantic music playing on radio]

[moody music playing on radio]

[typewriter clacking]

- What do you have? - Nothing.

- Nothing? - Uh-uh.

- You got nothing? - Nope.

Does this, uh...

nothing have anything to do with Adena Watson's murder?

Frank, I'm busy.

Uh, Tim, I'm the secondary on this case.

If you have something, I think you should share it.

You should talk about sharing.

- What do you have? - [Bayliss sighs]

- Him. - Who?

Ah, Adena's killer.

One James Hill. Fingerprints matched.

What prints?

From the library books.

The book Adena checked out the day that she disappeared.

Results came back from the lab finally,

and now I'm typing up a warrant for his arrest.

And you didn't think I'd care?

Frank, listen, to be honest,

I don't know what you care about.

Well, it's like a sauna in here.

Well, find the supervisor.

I don't care what he said. Go to the daughter

or go to his house, but get us some cold air.

Gee, tea?

Take that tie off. I'm sweating just looking at it.

What happened to the dress code?

Temporarily suspended.

He's drinking hot tea.

What did he have for dinner, soup?

Let me ask you a question. What's the hottest place on earth?

- [Felton] I give up. - The desert.

- What do they drink in the desert? - Nothing.

- That's why it's a desert. - No, tea.

They drink tea in the desert to stay cool.

- I'll stay with coffee. - Well, coffee's hot, too.

- Not here, it isn't. - [Felton] Hey, Pembleton.

You ever see who goes over there

and lights that candle by the board?

- [Pembleton] Uh-uh. - [Crosetti] Munch? You're late.

I was early, so I went for a walk by the dock.

I hate women.

- I hate them. - You broke up with your girlfriend?

She broke up with me.

The electricity went off in my building last night.

Everything goes black.

I'm standing there, dripping sweat, naked,

and that's when Felicia chooses to break up with me, in the dark.

- I couldn't even see her. - They don't know.

People don't know this job.

Most people never even seen a dead body.

Hey, big man, you ever show your ex a dead body?

[chuckles] My ex thought I was the dead body.

I agree.

- Still wearing the same shirt? - [sighs] I'm divorced.

I go to the washer and dryer, and all these--

all these dials and levels, like the Apollo space mission.

Take it to the cleaners or something.

You're starting to smell like my Uncle Mikey.

- You tracked down James Hill? - Yeah.

- Um-- - Where is he?

- He's in the hall. - Well, bring him in.

- Bayliss, I think you should-- - For God's sake, come on.

- Foreman, bring him in. Come on. - Okay.

- This suspect got any priors? - Ah, computer's down.

All I know is his name and his address.

Gentlemen and lady,

Mr. James Hill.

[all laugh]

[Felton] Public enemy number one.

[Howard] Hey, Bayliss, is this your killer?

Nice going, Bayliss.

[Felton] Yeah, that's a righteous lockup.

You want to take him in the box or you want to grill him out of here?

The streets of Baltimore are safe again.

- You know this book? - Took that book out, too?

You know who took this book out?

Yo, I'm sorry, all right?

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that, man.

I was bad. I was late.

I got scared, so I just dumped it.

- In the alley? - At the library.

How'd she get in the alley?

- I didn't know they got he-and-she books. - [Pembleton scoffs]

[Pembleton] Excuse me, son.

When did you take this book out?

- Fifth grade. - And, um, what grade are you in now?

Seventh grade.

[Pembleton laughs]

Okay, thank you very much, son.

- You know how I used to love about Muhammad Ali? - What's that?

Whenever he talked so much, he would always back it up in the ring.

You know what I mean?

So, uh, Bayliss,

the next time you put this case down...

put it down.

Hey, you guys.

Maintenance said the air conditioning

will be coming on any minute.

I'm gonna call her.

- Call who? - Dr. Blythe at the morgue.

Will you volunteer for one of her experiments?

Yeah, it's like that. It's a date.

He was looking at him like he was a lab rat.

I haven't called a woman up for a date in 23 years.

She'll smell that shirt over the phone.

- You want my advice? - No, I don't want your advice.

- I'm your partner. - [Bolander] No, no, I ride with you.

Mitch is my partner. He's my only partner.

What does it take to change a shirt, Stanley?

After my divorce, all I had left was my shirts.

At least I got my daughter out of mine.

She's as close to perfection as God allows.

[Munch] All I was gonna say is,

what are you gonna call Dr. Blythe for?

Say you go out. You're a saint.

You're everything you can be in a perfect world.

So you sleep together, after the third time you do it,

it's actually good, instead of just saying it is.

But how could it not be good? It's sex.

So you get intimate. You get real close.

You talk about your childhood, your parents, your broken dreams.

You talk about relationships that didn't work out.

You get so intimate, you tell her your problems.

You get loose, rude, a little insensitive.

You're not a saint anymore.

And one day she goes, "I don't know who you are.

You're not the guy I got involved with."

You apologize.

You realize you actually spent the last six months

apologizing for who you were the first two weeks.

And then in the middle of some night,

she leaves you in the dark.

Nice, huh? Is that what you want?

[Bolander] I know why she left you.

I mean, you-- you don't know when to shut up.

Your partner, Mitch, makes love to ghosts.

You take your shirts to a place. They wash them for you.

You pay them. How much can it cost, huh? Think about it, Stan.

- [Lewis] Big man, you need to do what I do. - What's that?

Donate all these shirts to a thrift shop.

They wash them, they iron them, they hang them out for sale.

The next day, you waltz on in there,

you buy them back off for two bucks a pop.

What are you gonna pay at a dry cleaner, huh? Six bucks?

[phone ringing]

- Are you gonna get that? - [ringing continues]

What do I look like, a receptionist?

[ringing continues]

You pick up the phone, the case gets closed.

You're 14 and 0 going into the All-Star break.

Howard, homicide.

Okay, okay, I'm calling her.

What am I thinking about?

I can't call her this late, look at the time.

Hey, don't call her at all.

Dating is a form of self-destruction.

Did he jump yet?

I don't believe this shit. It's a jumper.

Every case, open and shut.

Two days ago, you were pushing me into her arms.

[Munch] That was before.

Oh, well, they should talk him down. Christmas isn't for months.

Tell him to wait, relax.

Get out. Get out of here.

There's a guy in a Santa suit, right?

Yeah, but he didn't jump yet, so he's not ours for now.

There's this guy on the ledge in a Santa suit, right?

And he says that the Earth has snapped out of its orbit,

and it's heading toward the sun, and it's only going to get hotter and hotter and hotter.

Christmas is never going to come,

and then we're all going to burst into flames.

That is possible.

[Bolander] I'll call her tomorrow.

I think, you know, her shift comes on

about the time that we're leaving.

What are you looking at?

You have something that you want to say to me?

Adena Watson?

So many unanswered questions.

And you're saying that I'm not asking them?

I'm saying that you're not answering them.

What questions aren't I answering, huh?

Okay, these 16 row houses are on the north side of Kirk Avenue.

Adena's body was found outside the kitchen door

in the rear yard of 718 Kirk.

Now, the killer could have dropped her anywhere.

Why not the common alley?

Why not one of the yards at either end of the block?

These three row houses are empty. One, two, three.

The killer would have stood much less of a chance of being seen

if he dumped her body in any one of these yards.

Why would he risk bringing a little girl's body

inside a closed fence of an occupied house?

Maybe he wanted her body to be found immediately.

Maybe he wanted to cast suspicion on the people in 718.

Maybe he had some...

perverse sense of remorse.

Some impulse to leave her body inside an enclosed yard

to protect her from stray dogs.

These are exactly the questions

that I have been trying to answer.

Well, you can try, but you never will.

- Why? - You don't think like a criminal.

You don't have a criminal's mind.

Hello. I'm here to clean.

["Lay Down My Life" by Carole King playing]

- Where's Estelle? - She's sick. She got a cold.

Would you mind moving so I can clean where you're at, please?

[grunts] Yeah.

[phone ringing]

[Howard] Hey, you guys.

Oh, man. Howard, homicide.

Did he jump yet?

Oh, really?

Well, why don't you call us when he shoots somebody?

Santa's got a gun.

[Munch] People think you can just interchange people,

just find yourself another one,

like your dog got hit by a car or something.

Felicia's not like anybody else.

I'll never find anybody like her,

because like everyone else, there is no one like her.

The key is not in finding somebody like her.

It's in finding somebody who's the opposite.

Dr. Blythe and my ex are as different as Saturn and Pluto.

Your head is in Uranus.

Yo, did you ever hear about Croatoan?

That stuff happened around here. 1587, right?

Governor John White, he left his colony, right?

When he got back...

everybody was gone, nobody there.

100 people just gone like that.

And all that was left, written on the tree...

was Croatoan.

- Go home. - No, the kid stays.

- So, you married? - [Pembleton] No.

No?

- Got a kid? - No.

- Want one? - [chuckles] No.

- Have you ever been arrested? - No.

But you're Black.

Look, son, um,

there are a lot of Black people never been arrested.

I wouldn't know about that.

Where are your parents? What do they do?

I don't know.

Get arrested?

There's hot air still coming out of the air conditioner.

I don't know. It's off downstairs.

They started shutting the AC down at night.

I heard somebody say something about budget cuts.

Oh, I talked to maintenance.

Maintenance never said anything to me about budget cuts.

In fact, they kept promising me to crack it up.

It's ten degrees hotter inside than outside.

Outside, it's ten degrees hotter than it ought to be.

The city fathers can go to hell,

but they're not taking us with them.

I'll go down to the basement and turn the AC on myself.

- Watch. - Something's not right.

Something's not natural.

100 degrees Fahrenheit, not one call coming in.

You know, 40% of all murders happen at night.

I bet you, with this-- this heat,

the numbers are gonna be bumped up to 50%.

What we need is a rain dance.

You know, like the Indians used to do in Baltimore before Baltimore was Baltimore.

On a night like this, two people get trapped in a room,

no way out, no relief, next thing you know, bang!

Significant other is dead.

Honey, sweetie, baby, listen to me.

How-- how long we been married?

Well, that's a long time to keep a flame going.

I know, honey.

Go on and cry, Carrie.

Well, that's a lot to have heaped on you in one day.

I don't care about him. It's you I'm worried about.

[Munch] Do you really not consider me your partner?

I really don't consider you my partner.

What is this Mitch, this incredible Mitch, the partner of the century?

What does he have that I don't have?

You're just upset about Felicia.

I'm upset because every relationship I think I have

is not the relationship I actually have.

- Did you ever meet Mitch? - No.

When you meet him, you'll understand.

Yeah, that's great. Thanks a lot.

Until then, I'll just wallow in self-pity.

I'll just wallow in self-doubt. You know what?

I'll just wallow until I meet this guy, okay?

The air's not moving.

You speak to me and your words get stuck

- right here in front of my face. - [phone ringing]

Homicide. Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, he's here. Crosetti, for you.

- It's a murder? - No, it's your ex-wife.

Put her on hold, put her on hold.

You actually gonna talk to your ex-wife?

Yeah, I'm gonna talk to her.

[whispers] Damn.

[Felton] Took the words right out of my mouth.

- What's wrong? - Same as always, my wife.

- You? - My sister.

What's up?

I don't wanna talk about it.

- Why? - You're a man.

- I'm your partner. - I'm a woman.

You're a cop.

I'm going to the ladies' room.

No, he cannot stay over.

Uh, no, not in her room. Not in any room.

No-- Not at her age.

Uh, not at any age.

[mysterious music playing]

Hey, kid.

- Hey, come on. Wake up. - [James] Huh?

- [whispers] Come on. - [James grunts]

Told you you could go home.

I was wondering, that book--

The girl who got killed...

I hope she liked it as much as me.

Yeah, me too.

Later, bro.

- Peace out. - Later.

- So that's the kind of cat you are, isn't it? - What?

First, you make a stupid mistake like bringing that kid in.

And rather than face up to it, you want to make it all go away.

He's 12 years old. It's late. He should be home.

- Oh, yeah, right. That's what you care about. - [Bayliss] Yeah.

You two got a codependent relationship.

You need to work on that.

When I was young,

a codependent relationship was a good marriage.

Sometimes I want to call my wife just to hear the sound of her voice.

But I know that five minutes into that phone call,

my blood pressure's going through the roof,

the phone is sailing across the room,

and I'm wishing that she's on a plane falling out of the sky.

[sighs] It's over. I know it's over.

[sighs] But I had to replace six telephones

before I really got the hint.

I must be nuts wanting to call Dr. Blythe.

I don't want another long-term relationship.

And I don't want a one-night stand.

You ever been married, Junior?

- No. - Don't. Don't ever get married.

Don't get engaged, don't even date on a regular basis.

Trust me.

My wife got a hold of one of those magazines.

You know, one of those rag magazines with the questionnaires in them.

"Keeping the Flame Lit,

125 Ways to Avoid Divorce."

So every night before we go to bed,

my wife asks me a question,

and we have a meaningful discussion.

I've been up

for a hundred...

and eighteen...

nights.

You should just get that damn door fixed.

It's not broken.

It's never been broken.

Bayliss, I was double-checking the, uh, material

in the Adena Watson case file,

and these are the lunch menus from the school cafeteria.

According to these, uh, menus, on Adena's last day,

they served hot dogs and sauerkraut.

Yeah, we knew that from the autopsy.

When Lewis originally checked with the cafeteria staff,

they told him they served spaghetti and meatballs.

So they made a mistake. Big deal.

Yes, so all this time, we've been working along

with the assumption that the killer fed Adena

the hot dogs and sauerkraut.

They spent enough time with her to cook a meal,

that she went along with him willingly

because she knew him well enough and she didn't have any need to feel afraid.

You know what this means? A perfect stranger

could've snatched her off the street and killed her.

Frank, the arabber killed Adena.

The arabber, Risley Tucker, killed Adena.

She was helping him to unhitch his horse from the cart.

His barn burned, his horse died.

Believe me, Bayliss, the man is harmless.

No, he was getting too familiar with her.

Mrs. Watson had told him to lay off,

he got angry, and he lured her out into the barn.

This has been your problem all along:

you get one thought in your head and you stick with that thought, even when it's wrong.

- Frank, you know what your problem is? - Tell me what my problem is.

The arabber killed Adena, and you can't admit that I'm right.

That's what your problem is, Frank.

Yeah, that's it. Go ahead. Walk away, Frank.

That's what you do best.

I thought you boys might like to meet Santa.

- Merry Christmas. - Ah, great.

Santa wanted to off his wife,

so he started shooting into the crowd

where she was standing.

- Did he hit anybody? - Oh, yeah, his aim was great.

- But he was using one of these. - Oh, get out of here.

[Thormann chuckles]

- What about his wife? - She got very wet.

- [Thormann chuckles] - [Munch] So what is it, Kringle?

One of the elves kissed Mrs. Claus's mistletoe?

Is the ozone layer too thin over the North Pole?

Is Rudolph's nose red because of alcohol? What? What is it?

People don't know how to give anymore.

I understand, on December 24th,

you're the most popular guy in the world.

On December 26th,

you're just another fat man in a bad suit.

Happy Hanukkah.

It's your move.

So, my little girl,

she shows up at my ex-wife's house.

I mean, you know, it's my old house.

I mean, the house I'm still making payments on every month.

She's with her boyfriend, right?

They just came out of this club. It's a rock club.

He's, uh-- he's in a band or something.

And they, uh--

they want to spend the night together.

And my ex-wife, I mean, Miss "Okay, if you have to,

but don't mess my hair,"

she says it's fine with her, it's okay.

So I raise an objection or two on the phone,

and she hangs up on me.

You have to face the fact that your little Beatrice

is growing up, Crosetti.

I know, I mean, I know she's not, you know--

- A virgin. - Yeah, all right. All right.

I mean, I've come to accept that.

I hope to hell that she's using condoms or whatever, but...

I mean, sleeping with some long-haired freak in her own bedroom.

I mean, the bedroom with the pink wallpaper

I picked out for her.

It's got those little stuffed animals

I gave her over the years, you know?

What are you gonna do?

I'll kill her mother.

That's justifiable homicide.

- You crying? - No.

- [Howard sniffles] - Hey, lady, I know crying.

And you crying.

Are you okay?

[sniffles] Yeah.

It's-- it's clean.

No, I'm not okay.

My sister's sick.

I was talking to her on the phone.

[Howard sniffles]

Carrie's got a tumor in her breast.

She finds out tomorrow if it's benign or malignant.

And her...

nothing-for-brains husband picks tonight...

to tell her he's been having an affair

with a woman with both her breasts.

I don't know. Maybe it's genetic.

If we don't have boobs, we marry them.

I mean, almost all the women in my family

have lost their breasts to cancer.

And you know who I blame?

Congress. Talking suits.

Sitting in the House and Senate.

They don't make a move unless it's about them.

Some senator develops prostate cancer,

so millions and millions of dollars

get pumped into prostate research.

Maybe if more senators had breasts,

they'd do something about it.

No, I-- I just want you to delay them

until I get off shift.

I don't know, well, give them milk and cookies or something.

My guess is it's someone in the unit.

One of us who lights this every night.

- Maybe Bayliss. - Maybe Howard.

Maybe Crosetti. Maybe you.

- Maybe you. - Me?

Yeah, yeah, you're the one that's making

all the noise all the time,

just to throw suspicion off yourself, huh?

If I didn't know I was innocent, I'd agree.

See, the question we gotta ask is, "Why?"

Because if we get the "why," it's gonna give us the "who."

I never close an investigation through motive.

Physical evidence, witnesses, confessions.

Figure out "how," it'll tell you "who."

See, the person that lit this candle

had a very, very important reason for doing it,

so the candle goes out,

they're probably gonna want to light it again, so...

stake out time.

Hey, Gee, you ever find the AC switch?

No. But I found something else.

[Felton] Santa Claus, mystery babies,

beginning to feel a lot like Christmas.

[Howard] Who should we contact?

I know what to do with a dead body.

I do not know what to do with a live baby.

- Social services. - I got it.

- Are they open? - [Howard] Yeah, they're open 24 hours.

All right, let's get the baby out of the cage.

- Come on. - [baby cooing]

Come on.

What, what are we, scared of a baby?

- Come on. - [Bolander] But he's in a cage.

Maybe he's a wild baby.

No, no, no, he is no wilder than my--

- my little girl Beatrice was. - [baby cooing]

- Whoa! - Look at that.

- [baby squeals] - [all laugh]

[Crosetti] Whoa!

[Giardello] Bayliss, find some milk.

Howard, set up a crib.

Yeah, yeah.

Uh, will this help?

- Okay, I'll put it in here. - Yeah.

You and the wife never had one?

No, we're too busy with murders and mortgages.

Yes, Detective Lewis over at Homicide.

[baby cooing]

We're out of milk.

Well, run over to Vice to see if they have any.

[Bolander] We're all set.

Okay, you want to hold the baby?

No, I don't want to hold that thing, I'd drop it.

It's a baby, they don't know yet that they can break,

so they don't break easy.

[Crosetti exclaiming]

Oh, he's so little.

You know, my daughter was really little.

You know, you're gonna sweat to death.

People have actually been known to drown in their own sweat.

Take off that tie, Frank.

If you don't sweat, your body's gonna overheat

and you'll explode.

Hey, slugger.

Chris, do me a favor.

- What do you need? - December.

We got to find a way of cooling this room down so the baby won't suffer.

I'll get right on it, sir.

I-- I got to call my daughter.

It's like glue.

I'm sticking to the vinyl of my chair.

How come we never got any real furniture in here?

Don't you think you're a little young to know what love is?

Yeah, he's a nice kid.

Yeah, but love is...

Well, I don't want him to sleep over.

No, I know how old you are, I'm just--

I don't-- I don't want--

I don't think a boy should sleep over

u-- until you're married.

[quietly] Marone...

- Okay, I got the milk. - [baby crying]

- Good, good, good. - How are we gonna feed him?

- Uh... - [baby cooing]

[baby crying]

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Okay, okay. - [baby crying]

All right, all right.

All right. There you go.

Oh, no, no, no. You feed-- You [indistinct].

- Go ahead. - [Bolander] How you, uh--

- You guys, come on, I'll do it. - Why?

- [baby crying] - It's okay, baby. It's coming.

Yeah, it's coming. Yeah, it's coming.

Okay, baby.

[Bolander laughs]

[Bolander sighs]

[Bolander laughs]

Beatrice, I-- I liked him when I first met him.

Oh, yes, I did.

I was just showing him my gun.

No, you l-- you gotta respect my feelings here, too.

You-- you are in my house, which I slaved over

uh, uh, uh-- night and day for ten years

so that your mother and her crook lawyer

could take it away from me.

Beatrice, don't you threaten me.

Oh, yeah?

Well,

what if I send somebody down there to arrest him?

Oh, yes, I will.

Yeah, don't hang up. Don't--

Just like her mother.

- Do you think I'm fat? - You're big.

That means you think I'm fat.

No, it means I think you're big.

- If I thought you were fat, I would tell you. - [baby crying]

What do you care what I think anyway?

You're not asking me out on a date.

What am I doing calling Dr. Blythe?

Just so she can say no?

I don't like to give people a chance to say no.

[Howard] Well, you're afraid maybe she'll say no, huh?

Maybe she'll say yes.

That creates a bigger fear, huh?

- Of what? - Maybe she'll love you.

Maybe she won't love you. Maybe you're not lovable.

Maybe no one will ever love you again.

Or maybe, Stan, this is the one, huh?

You know, I'm nearly 50. I mean, half my life's over.

[sighs] I-- All these things I haven't done.

What a way to start over again. A date.

A date is the closest thing we have in life to death.

But, of course, you don't want my advice.

Munch, you know, you've been divorced twice.

You have a new girlfriend approximately every 20 days.

- You're not a credible witness. - Fine. You've said it.

Felicia said it. Gwen, Nancy, and Maria said it.

I'm incapable of love. I don't know how to love.

I don't know anything about love.

I'm just the Bob Uecker of love. I'm the Roberto Duran of love.

Hell, I'm the Jim Irsay of love!

[phone ringing]

Homicide. Yeah. Munch, it's for you.

Munch. Yeah, hi.

I'm all right. Yeah, it was hard, I know.

I miss you, too. I'll be right over.

He wouldn't be my first round draft choice.

- What's that? - It's a swamp cooler for the tyke.

Let me help you set it up.

We need something to put the ice in.

Of all the books I've read, I don't know anything.

I don't know why my daughter had to grow up.

She-- she was so cute when she was young.

She listened to me, she loved me no matter what,

and then she grows up, and the next thing I know,

I don't know anything.

I'm-- I'm dysfunctional, I'm withholding.

I don't show enough affection.

How am I supposed to show affection

when I'm working a double shift

to pay for her dance lessons?

You know, I always thought that, uh--

I always thought that a wife and a kid,

that was-- you know, that's what it was all about.

You know, that-- that simple life.

Does the boyfriend love her?

- I guess so. - Does she love him?

So she says.

Well, Steve...

you don't want them to do it in a motel,

and you don't want them to do it in a car.

I don't know what I want.

Yeah, I know what I want.

I want to have all my hair back.

And I want...

I want my ex-wife to remember that at one point in our lives,

that she loved me,

and I want my little girl to be safe.

Steve, get out of here.

Go home.

Go home and make sure your daughter's safe.

Thanks, Gee.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

- Hey, what are paisans for, huh? - Yeah, you wish you were paisan.

Yeah.

Well, there we go.

- That's swell, Chris. Thanks. - Anytime.

Eve and I are trying to have a baby.

I hope he's as cute as you.

- How's he doing? - Cooling him off.

[Thormann exclaims]

Maybe if we had another kid,

that would take my wife's mind off our marriage.

Things that come out of your mouth!

What? She loves being pregnant.

It's not another kid she wants.

It's romance. Hmm?

So you mean I should buy her a present?

No, you should pay attention to her.

- [baby crying] - Love her. Hmm?

I flew over a volcano once.

That's how hot I am, like the belly of a volcano.

I was just wondering if you could talk to him, sir.

Pembleton? No one can talk to Pembleton.

Yeah, I mean, I just-- I think his personality

is just getting in the way of the investigation.

You're asking me to tell him to change his personality.

[sighs] Well...

Listen, I'm his shift commander.

I'm not his psychiatrist. I'm not his mother.

- I'm not God. - Yes, sir, I understand that.

You realize where this is coming from, don't you?

It's what happened earlier with the kid.

The guys made fun. You were embarrassed.

No, sir, I think that the problem is that Frank--

You have to earn the right to be here.

You have to earn their respect.

Until then, you're just another butthead from the mayor's security detail.

- Yes, sir, I just think the question I have-- - Bayliss.

It's hot.

I don't want to talk anymore.

Okay.

Tim.

For what it's worth,

I think you're doing a very good job.

[phone ringing]

["N.Y.C." by Charles & Eddie playing]

Homicide, Pembleton.

Yeah.

- Yeah. Kay, it's your sister. - [baby coos]

- Here, grab the baby. - What?

- What? Oh, no. - Erin?

Did you find anything out?

I don't know what time it is, sorry.

Where did he call you from?

Maybe he should stay out on the corner for a while, huh?

I know he's your husband, Carrie, but just wait.

Carrie...

Kay, uh...

He made this little sound. Now, was that a burp?

I don't know. How do you know when he burps?

- You're doing just fine. - Yeah?

Natural fatherly touch.

- Sure. - You should have a kid.

[laughs] By the time the kid's in college,

- I'll be a statistic. - [phone ringing]

Homicide, Pembleton.

Yeah? No, I haven't seen him.

Right, I'll be on the lookout.

Santa has escaped. Check the chimney.

Bessie Morris, from social services.

Yeah, this way.

It's very hot in here.

Well, it's not the heat, it's the humidity.

Gee, I wish I'd said that.

This is, uh, the woman from social services.

- Mrs. Morris. - Mrs. Morris.

Where was the child found?

[Howard] Uh, in the basement by our lieutenant, Al Giardello.

In this?

[Howard] No, it was in a cage.

A cage.

Well, that's a new one.

[Bolander] What's gonna happen to this baby?

He'll be taken to the hospital, given a physical.

We'll try to track the parents, and until we do,

he'll be placed in foster care.

[Bolander] Foster parents?

They can be unpleasant at times. You know, I had a case--

[Mrs. Morris] Look, it's late, it's hot.

I don't need lectures on why this system doesn't work.

Good luck, little fella.

Be careful, will you?

Aww...

[Mrs. Morris chuckles]

Oh, someone lit the candle again.

- [Lewis] Who? - I didn't see, did you?

No, I didn't see.

You were supposed to be watching.

So what, so were you.

You said, "Stake out."

- You were staking it out. - [Loretta screaming]

Help me. My baby.

Somebody stole my baby.

Why the hell would you put your baby in a cage?

Don't try to make me feel bad.

I don't get much work.

And with the baby...

The baby is a job. A big job.

Then I'm trying to go to school.

- [Bolander] Babysitter? - You gotta pay.

Like, what, half of what I get?

I don't even get half of what I need.

[Bolander] Yeah, but a cage.

Rats.

I don't want rats getting to my baby.

Good.

[Loretta] I've seen a baby bit in the foot by a rat.

Its foot swelled up like a baseball.

I can't lose this job.

I tried welfare.

They ask you how you buy your dress.

I made the dress.

They make you feel alive,

but dead, man.

Dead.

I want my baby.

[Howard] I called social services. Mrs. Morris isn't back yet.

- When she does get back, I think-- - Please.

They took my baby away once before.

They ain't gonna give him back now.

Hell, I'm gonna go down there and bring him back myself.

Get some coffee, right?

Did you see?

Her tears evaporated in the heat.

- [phone ringing] - I got this.

Hello. Homicide, Pembleton.

No. No, no, no. We still haven't seen him.

Santa's still on the loose.

Said on the news it's the hottest night of the year.

[Giardello] Ever in the history of the world.

On record, in recorded time.

This plant died.

One night, this plant just shriveled up and died.

- Why don't you water it? - Why don't you water us?

Frank.

Take off that tie. Learn to relax.

I want my baby.

[Bayliss] We'll get your baby back.

Cream? Hmm?

[Loretta] Don't look at me like that.

You're looking at me with big puppy dog eyes.

I'm not looking at you.

You've been looking at me ever since I came in here tonight.

All right.

I won't look at you.

Here.

No, don't-- don't-- don't be nice to me, either, okay?

- Why? - Because I don't trust you.

I'm just trying to give you a cup of coffee.

I'm not looking at you or anything. Here.

- Go on. - Okay.

[whispers] Great.

They Mrs. Morris took the baby to the hospital,

they just don't know which hospital.

[Felton sighs] Look, I'm not asking you

to tell me what's bothering you, it's your business, not mine.

It's just that you gave me some really good advice about my wife.

Look, Kay, I'm your partner, and I am your friend,

and I just want you to know, even if I can't help you,

I'm here for you.

Even if you don't want to tell me.

I appreciate that.

So tell me what's bothering you.

My sister, Carrie's got a tumor,

and she finds out in a few hours if it's malignant or not.

Wow, Kay, I'm really sorry.

It just makes me feel so...

powerless.

Well, you know, either way, she'd want you there with her at the doctor's.

I'll even drive you.

That's what I love about you, Beau.

Just when I'm ready to write you off,

you surprise me.

I like the heat.

I don't like the cold.

Cold scares me, makes me feel alone.

Does the baby have a father?

Of course, every baby has a father.

I just hope my baby don't wind up looking like him, because...

then I remember how much I loved him.

Well, maybe the baby

will end up being as beautiful as you.

I told you, don't be nice to me.

I'm just telling you the truth.

- [baby cooing] - [Bolander laughs]

You can bring him back anytime, okay? [laughs]

Oh, I missed you.

Hey. Good morning.

Yeah, I'll be getting off work soon.

Listen.

I was thinking maybe the kids

could get themselves to school for a change.

Yeah.

And we could maybe have breakfast together.

No, no, no.

Breakfast in bed.

It's almost time. Dr. Blythe's shift is coming up.

[sighs] My mouth is dry.

You'll be fine. Just be yourself.

- I'm a cop. - You're a person.

[*]

Yeah, uh, let me speak to Dr. Blythe.

No, no. Not you. Dr. Blythe.

I know you're speaking.

I didn't recognize the sound of your voice.

You don't usually pick up.

Uh, hot, huh?

Yeah, yeah, I guess it would be

cold in the morgue.

No, no. We don't have any. No, they shut it off.

Yeah. Uh, no-- no, I'm fine.

I'm-- I'm healthy. I'm--

Yeah, no-- no problems. Nothing.

No, just you want to go out sometime?

I don't know, to, uh, eat, movie.

You like movies?

Yeah? Well, I like movies too. Yeah.

[chuckles] Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah, uh, this weekend?

Uh, Friday?

Yeah. No-- no.

No, Saturday. Satur-- I--

Friday, I got to...

Okay, good, great.

That's great.

- [Howard] You did it. - [sighs] Yeah, now what?

[Howard chuckles]

[Munch] Felicia, that's it! I can't take it!

You're like a foreign language! I never know what you're saying!

I don't know Wednesday if you're gonna be who you are on Tuesday.

- [object shattering] - Ah, go ahead, break everything.

And thanks for the damn ride! And don't come back!

And don't call me either, because I ain't home!

- Munch, how'd it go? - Good, really good.

Felicia and I really started to communicate.

Speaking the same language, huh?

Yeah, everything's great. Yeah, we're good.

It's hot in here, isn't it?

- Hey. Huh? - [Felton] Who lit it?

Couldn't have been Munch who lit it, he just got back.

All these unsolved cases, you guys are worried about a candle?

[Munch] Candle went out?

Yeah, and then someone relit it.

- Well, who was here? - Everyone but Crosetti and you.

Now, maybe we should leave it lit.

Good idea.

[Howard] Baltimore was built on a swamp?

What I want to know is who's the genius

that decided to build Baltimore on a swamp?

Yeah, Chicago was built on a garlic field.

The Kickapoo Indian word for Chicago

is "big stink."

Well, Los Angeles was built on a desert,

and that didn't turn out any better.

- I just wish it would rain. - How about snow?

- [crumbling] - [thudding]

[Howard] Oh, what the--

[Santa grunts]

[Howard] Oh, man.

- [Santa] Oh-ho. - Nice of you to drop in.

Ho, ho, ho.

[*]

Frank?

What if...

he didn't carry Adena in?

What if

the killer carried her down?

- Down? - Down.

Down the metal fire stairs

from the roof.

Now, Adena's body was found here, 718.

[Felton] From the ground, 718 makes no sense.

From the roof, 718 is the most accessible yard in the block.

- I gotta go check on something. - Okay, okay.

Um, 710 and 726 are vacant.

714 is being renovated.

We interviewed everyone in those row houses.

Brought them down here, a bunch of hoppers, testers, real sleaze.

Right, but the only house

where the male occupants weren't totally accounted for is 702.

- Barrick. [Felton] Hey, hey, hey.

A six-year-old was pulled out of 702. Sexual abuse.

This could be it.

What do you say we make a little visit

on the Berrick family?

- Oh, yeah. - [both chuckle]

Okay, everyone, listen up.

- The shift's officially over. - [Lewis] Hey.

I'd like everybody to reassemble themselves out on the roof.

I have a special surprise for you.

Come on, you guys, get in there.

All night long, I've been telling you to take off that tie.

Watch it! Watch it!

[loud shouting]

[Thormann] What do you do that for every night?

[Munch] What's with you?

- I gotta go to a wedding. - At this hour?

It's a long story.

The wedding's in Connecticut, Old Saybrook.

- Eva and I are driving up. - Mm-hmm.

I know you're the one who lights the candle.

- Yeah. - So?

Why?

It's for all the ones who've been killed.

Uh-huh.

But what I don't know is who lit it when I was gone.

- I did. - You?

- Yeah. - Why?

I figured it was important to you.

It's gonna be our little secret, okay?

- [loud thud] - [whirring]

Air conditioner's working. [chuckles]

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