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I'm telling you, it was a conspiracy.

Lincoln was set up for assassination by his own men.

- I'm ignoring you. - All right, listen, listen.

Let me ask you this.

Why is it that Ulysses Grant cancels out

going to the theatre with Lincoln

90 minutes before the curtain goes up,

and then he heads for Philadelphia?

What's that for, an alibi?

Maybe there was a better play in Philadelphia.

Hey, Meldrick, who's better, Jordan or Pippen?

Moe Greenberg, Warriors '56.

Who do you think-- who do you think

gives the orders to someone like Ulysses Grant?

It's the Secretary of War, a man named Edwin Stanton.

Edwin Stanton.

Now, Lincoln's regular bodyguard,

a guy named Major Eckert,

he is replaced at the very last minute

by some drunk DC cop named John Parker.

Now, who orders this change?

The Secretary of War, Edwin Stanton.

Now, the telegraph system goes out in DC

right, as soon as Lincoln is shot,

so there's no communiqués going out, nobody knows anything.

Lincoln is shot, and nobody across the world knows,

it's a blackout.

Turns out Stanton is responsible

for the security of the telegraph system.

Edwin Stanton, Secretary of War. Same guy.

And what's the PC on this Stanton, he wants to be president, right?

Maybe he's got a thing for Mrs. Lincoln.

[Pembleton] Don't encourage him!

We have a uniform down.

Fairmount and Spring. Munch, you go.

The ambo's taking him to the university.

I want you there at the hospital.

Steve, it's Thormann, your amigo.

Chris Thormann.

[theme song playing]

[doctor] Reading the pupils is useless.

Extreme trauma to the eyes.

Left orbital entry, right orbital exit wound.

Left [indistinct] entry wound.

[doctor] Lungs are wet. I need O2.

Give me an arterial line.

- Oh, jeez. - You're not allowed in here, sir.

Let's irrigate him. 1200 CC's saline output.

I just want to ask you if he's gonna be okay.

He's still tacking at 140.

What does that mean? What are you doing to him there?

IP 75 milligrams.

Start a drip of two milligrams PM.

Give me the paddles.

- Zap him. - [nurse] BP 78 over 40.

- Is he all right? Is he gonna be okay? - Step out, sir.

- Come on. Come on. - Get off of me!

[talking over each other]

- [doctor barking instructions] - [nurse] Call Security.

Let's go again. Clear.

- [woman] Listen to that. - [nurse] 76 over 40.

- [doctor] Clear! - [nurse] BP 78 over 40.

Adena Watson, 11 years old,

found eight days ago in a rear yard, Kirk Avenue.

Strangled, disemboweled, molested.

We have a new lead on the murderer.

[Pembleton] The top copy you're receiving

is a diagram of a particular house

we're interested in on Kirk Avenue.

We have been all over Kirk.

[Bayliss] Same block, new address.

The name is Berrick. B-E-R-R-I-C-K.

Now, we believe that Adena Watson

was murdered in the Berrick house,

taken to the roof,

and then carried down the fire stairs,

into the yard, where we found her.

[Pembleton] Once inside, we'll be looking for anything

that belongs to a little girl,

including a small gold heart-shaped earring,

or any signs of blood.

Police! We have a search warrant here.

Get up! Up, up, up, up, up, up, up!

Wake up, wake up!

[all shouting at once]

- Come on! Come on! Come on! - Up, up, up, up, up, up!

[man] What did I do?

[all shouting at once]

- Watch out, watch out. - [officer] Come on.

[Pembleton] Hello, my name is Detective Pembleton,

from the Baltimore Police Department.

We're executing a search and seizure.

We demand your cooperation. Thank you very much.

Hands on top of your head. Hands on top of your head.

Move it in, move it in. Hands on top of your head.

Down on your knees. Hands on top of your head.

On your knees. Hands on top of your head.

- Move it, move it, move it. - [thudding]

[tense music playing]

[rain pattering]

Hey.

- [thudding] - [muffled jazz music plays]

Every day, for two weeks.

[sighs] Turn it off!

Give a working slug a break, okay?

What you gonna do, call the cops?

I am the cops.

You live here, and you're the cops?

You know, the way you dress,

you look like you're always coming from a funeral.

I figured you sell insurance.

Knock off the noise.

You got another six of that fancy beer there?

You know, every Friday since I moved in,

I noticed you stack them up there on the corner.

Yeah, ever since you moved in here,

there's been constant banging and hammering.

Life is impossible enough, all right?

You know, I could use a cold beer just about now.

You want to come on in, neighbor?

Oh, thanks, but not right now,

because I just got off work, and I got a date tonight.

Whoa, whoa, hey, you have a good time.

What are you doing? What are you doing?

What's wrong with you? You want to get locked up?

Come here. Come here. That's my beer.

Listen, anytime you need anything in wood,

you come to me.

Lorenzo Molera.

Real name's Larry.

But everybody got an angle these days, you know?

Larry gets me work at the lumberyard.

Lorenzo gets my work in from Santa Fe to Montreal.

Lorenzo, why don't you just tell Larry, there,

that a very tired and thirsty police officer

is about to give you a lesson here

in the law, all right?

You know, I make cabinets, stereo speakers, armoires.

- And this. - Oh, jeez.

You can't have this in here. You-- you--

Look, the building is not zoned for coffins.

You know, I love wood, don't you?

You love wood. You're asking me...

- Yeah. - [laughs]

I'm recently divorced from a 23-year marriage. [sighs]

I give my wife half of everything I make,

and I'm making it at a rotten, lousy, stinking job.

I'm renting a second-rate building

in a third-rate neighborhood.

I'm getting old.

My back goes out on me once a month.

And you're asking... [scoffs]

...wood?

- Oh, yeah, wood. - Wood.

Here.

Have a beer on me.

Thanks.

[Howard] Suspect's name is Zorn, Z-O-R-N, Amelia.

The victim was one Russell Heppner,

a middle-aged West Baltimore man, who,

as he warmed up his car one cool morning,

was blasted by a shotgun.

[Giardello] Did she pull the trigger on a shotgun?

[Felton] We believe she hired someone to do the deed.

[Giardello] And what brings us to this belief?

[Howard] Mrs. Zorn and Mr. Heppner worked together for years,

never very amicably.

They had a discussion about whether or not

Spiro T. Agnew's head should be enshrined in marble

and placed in the United States Capitol building.

Evidently, every former vice president, from John Adams to George Bush,

has a bust of his likeness on some perch above the Senate gallery.

But they never did one of Agnew, for obvious reasons.

Miss Zorn feels vehemently

that Maryland's favorite son

deserves his rightful place in the Capitol building.

And Mr. Heppner doesn't. Didn't.

And so she had him killed.

According to the co-worker who called us,

Miss Zorn said at Mr. Heppner's funeral,

"I told him I was serious,"

and then went on to give specific details about hiring a hitman.

I want to close this case fast. I got the Thormann case.

I'm getting grief from the bosses.

I got cholesterol at 281.

[Felton] You gotta stop eating Italian, Gee.

I live for fettuccine alla [indistinct].

- Whoa, whoa. Hey, hey. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Take it easy.

When are they gonna come out of surgery and tell me what's happened?

[sighs] It's like a jury, Steve.

The longer they're in there, the better the chances.

God, it smells like vinegar in this place.

- Oh, Eve. Eve. Eve. - Just tell me.

Just tell me if he's dead, all right?

- Just tell me. - No, no, no.

He's upstairs in surgery.

I gotta-- I gotta know exactly what's happening, all right?

- Yeah. - Okay?

All right, yeah, look. I'll try to get an update.

- [Eve] Okay. - He'll be okay.

Oh, damn it!

[sighing]

What's wrong with you guys?

Listen to me.

I'm not just his friend, all right?

I am a cop.

Now, I have to know whether he's gonna make it

because if not,

I'm gonna start a homicide investigation.

Listen, if that guy has any family at all

and he cares about them,

he'll let himself die on the operating table.

By the way, is he an organ donor?

- Hey. - Hey.

Look, uh, let me see,

The doctor says he's gonna be all right.

It's not gonna be easy, but he's gonna be okay.

All right, baby? He's gonna be okay.

I know, I know.

I know, I know.

[Eve sobbing]

[police radio chatter]

[Pembleton] How many?

One, two, three.

[camera shutter clicks]

[officer] I think I found something.

Adena was wearing heart-shaped earrings.

- Any blood here? - [Bayliss] Ah, no.

Just-- listen, take a leukotest of everything

and prints from everywhere.

[Felton] That's a lot of house.

[Bayliss] Yeah, that's a lot of house.

[Felton] I don't understand how people live like this.

I'll tell you,

if Adena was killed here,

imagine what her last hours were like.

You know, I'm not too crazy about having this thing here.

I'm a custom stereo speaker maker by reputation.

But the guy pays me $6,000 cash, up front.

Who pays that like that these days?

So he's very specific about the type of wood he wants,

that he wants it in three weeks.

I bang out the job, the guy's a no-show.

Coffin in your house.

You see,

I think that's inviting disaster.

I don't know, a flood.

I don't know what,

but it's not good, it's not right.

You gotta get rid of it.

What, and have him show up?

Hey, it took me a week

just to steam-bend the corners so they can fit.

[laughs]

My wife can't bear the sight of me,

but to see me laid out in this box,

she would buy drinks for everybody

from six to 60, from Hamden to Herndale.

[Larry laughs]

You know, the woman I love,

she left me, oh, what,

nine, ten years ago?

She said she owed the world a tragedy.

She moved to Bethesda.

You know, sometimes I think

maybe I should make a trip down there

just to say hello one more time.

You know, she made my life hell.

But she opened up my heart.

There's gotta be a woman out there looking forward

to meeting me, and my scarred-up hands.

You know, I'd do anything to be in love again.

[sighs]

Chris Thormann has four citations for valor

in his three years with the Baltimore City PD.

He's the very model of a modern police officer.

We will not rest

until his assailants have been apprehended.

[officer] He's on a sidewalk,

Fairmount and Spring, lying face up.

His gun is out of its holster. It's gone.

The shooter took Thormann's gun away from him.

Thormann gets shot with his own gun.

- Idiot. - Excuse me.

You making a call on this-- I'm talking to him.

You making a call on this already, huh?

What'd you do, get up this morning,

find a new set of ping pong balls

with your breakfast cereal?

See that over there? That's real police.

That's a Roman gladiator.

Why don't you drag your narrow behind over there

and tell him what you think, huh?

- I didn't mean it the way I said it. - Skirt.

- Mrs. Thormann? - Yeah.

[nurse on PA] Parker Kravitz, a visitor in the main lobby.

Look, your husband's out of surgery.

- Can I see him? - Not yet.

- He's on his way to recovery. - But he's all right.

He's still critical at this point.

The fact that he survived the surgery is a miracle.

We won't know the extent of the damage until he wakes up.

- When's it gonna be, doctor? - I don't have a clue.

Can you get that thing out of my face?

Get out of the way. Just get out.

Get out with the camera. Get out!

Crosetti, would you get out of my face?

Give me the case.

- Did I say no how many times? - I want the case.

Thormann's still alive, that's all you get.

I'm asking.

- I can't. Policy. - Since when?

Since you told me that when you think of him,

it's like kind of like a son.

Look, I'm asking, Gee, and if I'm asking,

you know I'm being nice about it.

We've never had an unsolved cop shooting

in this town's history.

Never.

Successful bust, successful prosecution,

everything clean, everything straight,

everyone happy.

You, you'd be a banshee on rollerblades.

I'd be scared of you. I'd be scared for you.

All right, I'm not asking anymore, I'm begging you.

I'm not putting you in a jackpot situation.

Munch is already on the case.

Hey, Crosetti.

- All right. - Wait a minute.

I know what you're doing, and you're still no.

This is cheap of you. This doesn't scare me.

[Crosetti] The first bullet that hits me in the leg, okay?

It hits me in the leg, and it's a through-and-through bullet,

- so it just ruins my best pair of Montgomery Ward trousers. - Crosetti.

Now the second bullet,

it goes through that piece of crap vest that I am wearing,

and it means that I have to end up

wearing a colostomy bag for eight months

until they do the reverse operation, and they fix my colon,

and I get hepatitis, a special bonus.

- Crosetti, listen. Wait. - Now listen to me.

The third bullet, that third bullet,

it shoots me through the shoulder, goes out the other end.

Now I'm wearing a vest, but who knew that the shooter was gonna use Teflon bullets?

Who knew how much blood would come out of a person

when they got hit with a Teflon bullet?

You and Lewis.

But Lewis is the primary. Listen, wait a minute.

Lewis is the primary. You got it?

Now get your clothes on, and get out of here.

Get out of here.

We got the case. I'm the primary.

I heard it all. I'm the primary.

Agnew took bribes, and cash kickbacks on highway contracts

when he was Baltimore County Executive,

and Governor of Maryland.

But not while Vice President.

He pleaded nolo contendere to charges of tax evasion.

He resigned as VP in total disgrace.

The bust isn't based on merit.

It's based on being thorough, historically thorough.

Governor Hughes had Agnew's portrait taken down

from the Maryland State House and put in the basement,

where I hope it still is, rotting.

I read this article in The Sun about Aaron Burr.

It said he killed Alexander Hamilton in a duel,

and then he tried to set up his own empire in the West.

His bust is in the Capitol.

Rather than put in Agnew's, let's take down Burr's.

Hey, Nixon has a whole library.

Munch, I need your notes on the former crime scene.

I got them on my desk.

Spiro's getting on in years.

They're bound to honor him eventually.

Why not while he's still around?

'Cause it's gonna cost $50,000.

50,000 of my dollars.

I'd rather they fix the potholes on Guildford.

You know, I'm beginning to understand

why Amelia Zorn had Russell Heppner iced.

We've been here for nine damn hours.

[Pembleton] We're done here, Bayliss.

The lab boys downstairs are packing it in.

They sent all the adult males downtown.

- [sighs] I got a feeling-- - No, no, no, no,

- Don't say it. Don't say it. - Don't say what?

There's nothing here. This is a dead end.

This is another Tim Bayliss goose chase.

That's not what I was gonna say.

Yeah, but you were thinking something like that.

Look, all of a sudden, you can read my mind?

You know something? You said to me something the other day.

You said that I would never be a homicide detective

because I don't have a killer's mind.

- Mm-hmm. - So, do you?

Do I what? Do I have the killer's mind?

Yeah.

Do me a favor. Take a look outside there.

- Tell me what you see. - Well, let's see.

I see people hanging out on their stoops.

I see some trees. I see a grocery store.

Okay, I look out here and I see the same stuff,

but all this stuff has my name written on it,

just like the criminal.

I see unlocked cars.

I see snatchable pocketbooks.

I see windows open just a crack.

What does this have to do with murder?

[Lewis laughs] That's funny.

- Don't you get that? - What?

[chuckles] That's my point exactly, Bayliss.

We have a sworn statement from Amelia Zorn claiming

she paid you $5,400 to kill Russell Heppner.

[Miles] Well, that is incorrect.

Amelia Zorn paid me $5,400 not to kill Russell Heppner,

but to procure someone who would.

That's what I do.

When there's a need for a special kind of talent,

I bring people together.

You mean, you're an agent for hit men?

Well, that's putting it so grim.

No, I prefer to see myself like you all,

you know, performing a community service.

When someone's in a troublesome relationship,

they need options.

I provide an option.

Mr. Stradlinger, would you be willing

to supply us with a list of your other clients?

Of course.

You're a happy guy, aren't you, Miles?

I'm lucky to be doing something I love.

Yeah.

This guy's a beauty, complete sociopath.

Says he's been in this line of work for some time.

Been killing people for an East Baltimore woman,

name of Calpurnia Church.

Calpurnia Church?

[Felton] Says he's killed three or four of her husbands.

He can't remember exactly.

Tried to kill her niece three times, but doesn't--

"Don't matter what I do, Dolly won't die."

Lewis's case. Dolly Withers.

- The Reverend Church. - You got it, Gee.

So Miles will also testify that he killed,

under Calpurnia's direction, her brother-in-law,

an old boarder in the house on East Kennedy Avenue.

[Felton] And an elderly woman

who Calpurnia sent for Chinese takeout.

On her way back, the old gal gets shot point blank,

right in her Moo shu pork.

[Giardello] You make me feel very warm inside.

Keep talking this kind of talk, I love it.

[Howard] We can snap this case shut, Chief,

but like you said, Calpurnia is Lewis's case,

so we don't want to step on any toes.

Well, Lewis is working on the Thormann shooting.

You guys take it.

When it's time, if he's clear,

we'll include him in.

[Munch] Okay, take 'em all downtown.

Forensics found nothing.

We're never gonna find Thormann's gun.

It's been sold three times by now.

You know what, in fact, it's probably being used in a heist

in some cantina in the Yucatan right now.

Let's put it away for now, Steve. Let's go, man.

Hey, wait, somebody had to see something.

What do you want me to do here?

You want me to dust my own behind for fingerprints?

Come on, man, let's go.

You know, when Chris was training under me,

you know, we found out that we both liked jazz,

you know, the modern composers

like Gato Barbieri, and David Sanborn,

and Keith Jarrett, in the early recordings.

And Chris says that it's like dolphin music,

because it puts them in this water state

where it's like floating,

and communication happens without any words.

[clears throat] Anyway,

I don't know if up in heaven, if God listens to jazz.

Hey, hey, Chris is gonna make it, huh?

I think I broke my hand.

- What up, Sarge? - Detective Lewis.

I'm doing a follow-up on the shooting of Officer Thormann.

Is it true Thormann left his nightstick in the patrol car?

That's the first I heard of it.

Well, is it true you have a suspect in custody?

Where do you get your stuff?

Well, how soon do you crack the case?

- Let me ask you a question. - Okay.

When are you gonna graduate from journalism school?

- [Bolander] Am I early? - Hi.

- I am. Oh, God, what a fool. - No.

What are you mumbling there?

Hi, hello. [chuckles]

We said seven o'clock, didn't we?

- I'm five minutes early. - That's not a problem.

- It is, it's-- - Come in.

No, I'm sorry about this, I--

Come in.

- Okay, Dr. Blythe. - Carol.

I am not gonna go around

calling you Detective Bolander all night.

[Bolander laughs]

Hey, what I'm-- Here.

- Oh. - I forgot.

Oh, they're beautiful.

Well, a guy at the florist picked them out, I--

Well, thank you.

- [Bolander laughs nervously] - What, what?

Perfume.

I usually smell of formaldehyde.

Let's get out of this lab coat.

[whispering] Oh my God.

What'd you do, arrest the entire neighborhood?

No, actually, we left one little old white lady behind.

Any of these jokers panning out?

No, you know how it goes, Gee.

Murderers lie because they got to,

witnesses lie because they think they got to,

and everybody else lies for the sheer joy of it.

- Well, get to it. - Okay, Gee.

Hey, Crosetti. Crosetti.

- You're a friend of Thormann's, right? - Yeah.

You got any pictures of him, you know,

like, casual photos of him and his wife?

- Anything better than this. - Get out of here, please.

Get the hell out of here, would you, please?

What do we got a reporter in here for?

Where are they? Come on.

I thought the copies of my interviews were there!

- [Pembleton] Whoa, baby. - [Bayliss] I got it.

I got it. I know where everything's at.

Don't touch anything, all right? I got everything.

I got it all, all right? I know where everything goes.

This is just a-- Give it to me!

I said not to touch this, all right?

Look, Bayliss, I'm only trying to help.

Yeah? Well, help walk away.

I got this.

There they are.

Slow down.

Look, Gee, you might as well put somebody else with him.

Did you see what he just did out there?

I saw him. The kid is trying.

Oh, he tries too hard. I don't like it.

You don't like anybody.

You might, as his partner, put in a good word.

Look, Gee, what do you want me to say?

Okay, so he's an okay detective. He's thorough. He listens.

He's learning to, what, look, and see the crime scene,

but he's a snail, he's too damn slow.

If you were a homicide, Frank,

you know who I'd assign to that case?

The snail.

You don't like him, but you know

that he'd be dragging his shell all over the city

until he shook someone loose. This I know.

And I don't like his damn ties.

[mellow jazz music plays]

[coughs]

[singing] How do I...

Say goodbye

To what we had

The good times that made us laugh

Oh, music, food, wine.

I want more music and more wine.

Wine.

Ah!

And the Greeks would go on these Bacchanals,

these three-day drinking festivals,

so that they'd be able to see colors in the world again.

[chuckles] Three days?

If I did that, the world would turn to black and white.

- [laughs] - No.

You and I, Stanley, we're lucky.

We get as close to death as a person can.

- That's luck? - Yeah.

Everyone I see nowadays...

looks like a murder suspect.

[sighs] Yeah.

[laughs] Everyone.

Mothers, husbands, daughters, sons,

bosses, secretaries, priests, nuns.

I haven't had a nun confess to me yet,

but it'll happen.

Because anyone will, and can, kill anyone else,

for any reason at all.

I don't know what the world's coming to.

I've lost my way. [sighs]

Maybe that's why I lost my wife.

Because I couldn't see any of the colors

that she wanted me to see.

And I don't think all the wine in the world

would make any difference with that.

Hey, Stanley.

[both chuckling]

Oh, maybe we better go find that bottle of wine.

- Oh, I think we should, yeah. - Yeah, yeah.

Maybe we should look for it now.

- Okay. - Yeah.

Maybe we should look for it at my place.

Yeah.

- [pager beeping] - Jeez. It's me.

- I'm supposed to be off tonight. - Well, then, you're off.

Yeah, I am, but I'm not. You know what I mean?

Yeah, this is Detective Bolander.

Uh-huh.

Hiya, Lieutenant.

No, no, no, it's, uh, no problem.

[sighs] Really?

No, no, okay, I'll get right over there.

Yeah, has there been any word on Officer Thormann?

Okay. Thanks.

I gotta go. [sighs]

Oh, you could be a little late.

No, no, no, I gotta go.

Half hour?

I can't. It's uh, squad is short-handed.

Well, of course.

I can't stay with you. I want to, but I can't.

[Crosetti mumbling]

[Meldrick] What are you doing?

- Nothing. - Huh? What's that?

It's a rosary. All right? I'm praying.

You're praying because you didn't break your hand?

Praying for Chris.

- Praying for Chris? - Yeah.

Yeah, well, that's okay,

but you didn't even pray for yourself

when you got shot.

Well, a lot of other people prayed for me.

- Why don't you say a Hail Mary with me, okay? - Oh, no.

No, we're gonna say a prayer together.

So that Chris can settle this thing all right.

We find his shooter, and in return,

he can send the both of us to hell.

Well, you, no, no, you do the hell thing yourself.

That's you, Catholic, that's your thing.

And I've always had a few questions about Catholics, okay?

No offense.

Now, we Baptists, we believe in Mary, too,

but this whole thing with this virgin birth,

I just can't get behind that.

The virgin birth, it's a very important thing.

Look, the virgin mother of God,

she's done me a lot of favors. I've gotten--

- What, you, personally? - Personally, I've gotten a lot of favors.

So why don't you just, like, say it,

just for my sake, say a Hail Mary with me, all right?

- No. - Come on, now, say it. You can do it.

No, I'm not doing it. I'm not. All right.

- Do it for Chris. - [Meldrick sighs]

Okay, one. Real fast.

And if this deal works, you go to hell by yourself, okay?

Mr. Delahunt, what was your relationship to Calpurnia Church?

- I'm her nephew. - You're her nephew.

- And I'm her husband. - You're her husband.

I was her nephew first, but now I'm also her husband.

You married your aunt?

She took me to see an old man.

He told me I wasn't actually related to her.

- Who was the old man? - I don't know.

- And why did you believe him? - I don't know.

Mr. Delahunt, are you aware of the fact that over the past few years,

several members of your family have died suddenly?

Sure.

My wife, Aunt Calpurnia,

she kills them for the insurance money.

- [Howard] You know this? - We all know it.

Ain't that hard to figure out.

Five husbands dead. Sisters. Brothers.

Matter of fact, my cousin, Dolly, been shot twice.

Cut once.

Knowing what Calpurnia was up to,

why would you sign an insurance policy

naming her beneficiary?

She's got hexes, voodoo curses.

She can bend any man to do her will.

[Felton] Why not call the police?

She said she was untouchable.

Said she could kill anybody she wanted,

and that she had four doctors

that would testify that she was crazy.

Mr. Delahunt, do you understand

that you will probably be murdered next?

Yeah, yeah. Yes, ma'am.

So help us stop her.

No, no. No, ma'am.

- Why not? - She's got the power.

Whatever I do, I'm doomed.

Isn't there anything you can tell us

about the murder she's committed?

I don't know any of the specifics.

You would have to check the albums for that.

What albums?

My wife, Aunt Calpurnia,

she keeps big photo albums of all the people she kills.

She's got their death certificates,

and insurance policies.

And where are these albums now?

At her house.

We sent the last of the suspects back to Fairmount.

We got no witnesses. We got no weapons.

- We got no evidence. - Damn.

Okay. Run this by me again.

- The scalapur is what? - Scapular.

Is that named after the bone? And what is the rosary?

You're really pushing the envelope on this.

Corsetti, if we don't break this nut in 72 hours,

we're gonna be back in dry dock.

Now, come on. Give it up.

Scapular's like a guarantee.

Depending on the make and the model,

it's got a five-year warranty.

And the rosary is for special petitions

and, like, lasts for a lifetime.

- Lifetime guarantee? - Lifetime guarantee.

Okay, we'll go with the rosary.

Now what?

- [phone ringing] - I'm not answering.

It's your rosary, you get the phone.

Homicide.

Yes, I'm handling the Chris Thormann shooting.

Yeah.

You know who the shooter is?

Oh, yes? Do you have an address, please?

Well, my name is Detective Corsetti.

What is your name, please?

No, can you tell me your...

Our shooter is Alfred Smith.

- The caller have a name? - No. It was a male.

- It was an anonymous call. - Yeah, right.

Anonymous caller. Anonymous donor.

Anonymous letter to the editor.

They can call it anonymous if they want to.

But me and you, we know different, huh?

Hey, Lewis. Look who's here.

Calpurnia Church?

[Howard] Got her, Meldrick. She's going down.

[laughs] This thing is working, baby.

No. I'm Charlie Flavin.

I don't know why you get this address.

Thought you'd have him by now.

I just got back from the hospital.

- You saw the shooting? - Yeah.

Over there.

Oh, sorry.

How long you had these headaches?

Last seven years.

Cluster headaches.

Three, four migraines a day.

Every day, six months out of the year.

They got me on everything.

Beta blockers, channel blockers, blood thinners.

And if that don't work, I take one of these.

Percodans.

They're legal.

Strong enough to knock out a horse.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry about your headaches.

In about ten minutes, you wouldn't want to be around.

I can feel that thing starting to move.

And when it crests, I'll be begging you to shoot me.

Yeah.

Well, the Thormann shooting. You're going to testify.

- You'll testify that you saw Alfred Smith shooting-- - I'll testify. I'll testify.

I said I'd testify, if I'm not having a migraine.

Okay, Miss Church, here we go again.

I got to go to the bathroom.

Okay, fine. I'll show you the way.

You want to come inside with me, cute boy?

No, that's tempting, but you go on ahead.

I need my medicines.

Now, which particular medicine are you talking about?

I took about two dozen different kinds out of that purse.

- All of them. - All of them?

Now, if I was to give you all of them, you'd want to take all of them.

Then I got to go down there and explain to my lieutenant

how come I let my chief suspect OD in the ladies' room.

I got my constitutional rights to my medicine.

[Howard] Okay, next, Killburn.

Two L's as in "kill." Seems appropriate.

- Got it. - All right, death certificate.

Pamela Killburn, age 19.

She was in her Aunt Calpurnia's care

when she succumbed to an overdose of Frenon.

Pathologists attribute the overdose

to a possible lethal injection of deodorant.

This is an insurance policy for Pamela Killburn, $2,000.

Beneficiary, Calpurnia Church.

- How about that? - [Calpurnia] What you laughing at?

Somebody need to teach you religion.

Standing there laughing at somebody.

Somebody need to teach me religion?

Me?

[Howard] Death certificate for a Charles Trent.

- T-R-E-N-T. - Damn.

I've been working on that sucker for two months.

Stone cold smokehound from Plainfield, New Jersey.

Found out by the B&O rail bed at the foot of Clifton Park.

One gunshot wound to the head.

- [Meldrick] Where's he from? - Plainfield, New Jersey.

How's that connect with the Black Widow?

Insurance policy. $60,000. Double indemnity.

- How many people you murdered, Miss Church? - I didn't murder no one.

No, see, that's something you and I need to talk about. All right?

Because it don't matter whether or not you pull the trigger.

You cause somebody to be shot, you will be charged with murder.

You understand? Sit back down here, please.

I need my medicines.

Hey, you listen to me.

You've already been charged with three different murders.

You're about to be charged with a whole lot more, okay?

I think this would be a good time

for you to sit right here, and tell me what happened.

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

- I haven't murdered no one. - Calpurnia!

You don't make sense.

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

Are you willing to take a lie detector test to prove that?

I can't take no lie detector test.

The stress, my health.

I'll get my doctor to give you a note.

[Meldrick laughs]

[sighs] Oh, okay, Calpurnia Church.

You don't have to tell me the truth if you don't want to.

I get paid by the hour. I could be here all night.

[sighs] You're still going to be charged.

I ain't murdered no one.

Okay, fine. Let's go.

Can I have a fried chicken sandwich from Crazy John's?

No. No, not tonight.

[police radio chatter]

[officer on radio] 10-4, I've got a truck at that location,

eastbound, Sector Seven, the team will get there.

[muffled police radio chatter]

Munch?

- What's going on? - What are you doing here?

I got beeped.

Hispanic, 40-some-years-old.

No signs of forced entry.

The landlord called when he couldn't get an answer.

Neighbors complained because it was too quiet.

One of them said that he was "a man of loud desperation."

We checked his effects in the apartment.

There's no sign of drugs.

- [Bolander] He only drank beer. - [Munch] Do you know this guy?

- He's my neighbor. - You live here?

- Just right next door. - You live here?

This is where you moved after the divorce?

Yes, Munch. This is where I live, all right?

Just curious.

From the state of rigor, he's been dead within a day.

Late afternoon, early evening, that'd be my guess.

It'd have to be past six o'clock.

He was banging away in here when I left.

[Munch] No bruises, no signs of any blood,

no signs of a struggle.

I'd say he qualifies for a full autopsy.

And the fact that he has his own coffin,

maybe he gets to go to the head of the line.

What do you think, suicide?

Well, we'll rip him open and find out.

- He died of a broken heart. - [coroner] I like that.

He dies at home of a broken heart.

It's refreshing.

You got some friends, big man.

He's not my friend. I talked to him once.

He liked working with wood.

Bethesda is how far away?

[Munch] 45 minutes by car. You know that.

Doesn't make any difference. He never got there, anyway.

Hey, didn't you have your date tonight?

For $100 you can have your cremated remains

shipped to Wisconsin,

where they load 'em into shotgun shells,

and fire 'em up in the night sky.

Now, that's written down in my final instructions.

So nobody's ever going to put me in a box.

- [thunder rumbling] - [rain pattering]

I think it's time to assign you to another case.

No. Flat out, no, sir.

Sometimes we're so focused on one thing,

we can't see the answer.

Sometimes working on something else

leads us back to where we ought to be.

You know, I can still see her.

In the rain.

Arms stretching out of her little raincoat.

Tiny hand.

And for a few seconds... [sighs]

...the rain makes her hand look like she's moving her fingers.

Tim.

You're tired.

You know, some guys,

if they can't make it in Homicide,

they get transferred to Fugitive

or Auto Theft or Fraud.

Not me.

If I don't make it here, I'll quit the damn force.

Because what we do...

there's nothing else that a cop can do

that matters as much as this.

[sighs]

I'll close this damn case. I promise, sir.

Yeah.

I think you will.

Hey, yo. Hey, hey, Doc, Doc, Doc.

Hey. You were just here.

Yeah, well, I can't beat the price of admission.

- Is there any change? - Chances are he'll live.

We're not sure about the severity

of the brain damage.

What are you going to do for him?

Look, I'm only a doctor.

We get the body to a certain point,

it heals itself.

Or not.

Meanwhile, we wait.

[machines beeping]

I brought some of Chris' things here.

You know, his Discman.

His shaving kit, some clean pairs of socks, you know.

I must be in some kind of a fog.

I keep thinking he needs these things.

He's so careful about the way he looks.

He would be so furious if he could see himself now.

They-- they said that he might be blind,

but it would still drive him up a wall.

Oh, jeez.

I could have been a scientist.

You know?

Or a rich stockbroker.

A world traveler.

I should not have to be here.

[sniffles] It's horrible for me to think that.

No, it's not.

[Eve sighs]

- I have to go to the bathroom. - Okay.

Stay with Chris until I get back.

Yeah.

[nurse on PA] Dr. Halsey, to the delivery room.

[rain pattering]

[breathing heavily]

[knocker thuds on door]

[Dr. Blythe] Who is it?

I know it's, uh, I know it's very late.

It's Detective Bolander.

Stanley.

What's wrong?

I couldn't sleep.

I wanted to drive, so I got in my car,

you know, I was driving just around and...

came by the end of your street.

Can I have that glass of wine now?

Yeah.

Come in out of the rain. Come on.

[thunder rumbling]

[Crosetti] Hey, Chris.

[machines beeping]

[gentle jazz song playing]

[Crosetti sighs]

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