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[siren blaring in distance]

[man] All right. [indistinct].

This one's all yours, Doc.

Carol Blythe told me to tell you to give her a call.

Okay, thanks. I will.

So, you never said how your date with Dr. Blythe went.

[sighs] Well, it was, uh, fine. It was, uh, good.

- It was, uh, very nice. - You gonna see her again?

Yeah, maybe. I don't know.

What do you say, you and she, Alicia and me, double date?

Not while I'm drawing breath.

[siren blaring]

Listen, I want you to, uh, check out the dead guy.

- Which one is that? - Joseph Valentine Cole.

I'm gonna interview some of the neighbors.

Where did the paramedics say they were taking the other guy, the wounded guy?

K. Lawrence Lowe. L-O-W-E.

Munch, come on.

It's getting so I can't depend on you for anything.

Big deal. It's a phone call. I'll take care of it.

No, it's sloppy.

When I was partnered with Mitch,

- if I pulled a... - Here we go.

Mitch, Mitch, Mitch.

My clearance rate is lower now than it was

when I was a rookie on the squad.

- And that's my fault? - Read the manual.

You are only as good as your backup.

Relax. You're gonna crack this one.

Obviously, what we have here is a drug deal gone sour.

We got Lowe with a .45.

Him and Cole had a good old-fashioned shootout.

- Cole and Lowe, huh? - Yeah.

The depth of your stupidity sometimes frightens me.

Okay, now, wait a minute. You got two things right.

You got a drug deal and you got a shootout,

but not between those two guys.

Because Lowe is lying wounded on the floor,

and Cole is lying dead on top of him on his back.

They shoot each other. Bang, bang. Cole gets shot in the chest.

He spins around and he falls on Lowe.

Okay, where's Cole's gun? We only recovered one gun.

- So far. - What did he do? Swallow it?

- [officer] Detective Bolander. - Yeah?

You better come take a look at this.

[sighs] Check with the paramedics.

- [Munch] Yeah. - What do you got?

[chatter on police radio]

Come on. It's okay.

- Careful. - Listen, I didn't see anything.

Wrap her up and, uh, bring her down, okay?

Go check with the paramedics.

[theme music playing]

- [Pembleton] Giardello. - Hello, Captain.

Look, uh, Jim Cinter's retiring in a couple of weeks.

We want to throw him a party.

You've worked with him a lot longer than I have.

I was wondering if you'd like to say a few words.

Well, I'm really not that comfortable

speaking in front of crowds.

I've noticed.

Well, I guess I can get the Colonel to do it.

Do you have any idea who the other shift commander will be?

I'm not at liberty to say who's replacing Cinter.

- Sorry. - Do I know him?

Listen, I'm about to address one of those neighborhood watch groups,

and I need good news on the Adena Watson case

and the shooting of Officer Thormann.

Not much good news on either, is there?

Yeah, that doesn't surprise me.

You know...

you're looking kind of tired, Giardello.

When was the last time you had a vacation?

[sighs]

I-- I don't understand. Is he still in a coma or what?

We started getting minimal responses about 40 minutes ago.

- Well, that's good, right? - That's amazing.

Mrs. Thormann, your husband's case is the kind

that might send me back to God.

But before we go in, I have to give you

the "don't get your hopes up too high" speech.

Remember, he was shot at very close range.

The bullets caused major damage to the speech center,

the olfactory, and the motor skills of the brain.

Is he in pain?

We're not sure how much he can feel or understand.

- Can he talk? - No.

In fact, it may take a lot of time

and a lot of therapy before he can.

Officer Thormann?

I'm Dr. Devilbiss.

You're at University Hospital.

Your wife is here and Detective Crosetti.

Do you understand?

You won't be able to speak, but if you understand what I'm saying,

squeeze my hand.

Chris.

Chris, can you hear me?

Just squeeze my hand once.

One for yes.

Chris.

[weakly] One for yes.

- Hey, Kay. - Yeah.

You know how Stanley's usually in, like,

- you know, not too great a mood? - Mm-hmm.

Today he's acting like a bear.

He's like a grizzly on barbiturates.

- Munch. Where's the woman? - What woman?

The woman in the Cole case. The one who was hiding in the doghouse.

- I don't know. - What do you mean you don't know?

Well, let me put it this way.

I do not know where the woman from the Cole shooting is.

- I told the uniform to bring her down here. - Well, maybe they got delayed.

Well, she's the only lead. You might show a little concern.

You mean like Mitch would show concern?

No, Mitch would never have lost her in the first place.

I'd like for you to find out where in the hell she is.

My guess is the date with Dr. Blythe went badly.

Bayliss, your overtime slips are a mess.

You're gonna have to redo them.

I don't have time for my timecards.

Well, don't yell at me if you don't get paid.

[Bayliss coughs, sneezes]

[Bayliss grunts]

Starve a fever, feed a cold.

It's not starve a fever, feed a cold.

It's starve a cold, feed a fever.

I got a cold and I got a fever.

Tim, have you seen the lab reports

IDing the smudges on Adena Watson's skirt?

- No. - Lab says they sent it up.

I can't find it anywhere.

[Bayliss] Frank. [clears throat]

I'm bringing in the arabber for questioning.

Tim, will you stop beating that horse?

It's dead, it's dog meat, it's glue.

- Okay. I've been thinking. - [Pembleton] Oh, no.

Oh, that's right, you guys are the master sleuths. You probably don't need my help.

- [Pembleton] Okay, what, Felton, what? - All right,

What if the Watson girl wasn't killed on Wednesday?

What if she was killed Tuesday night?

[Bayliss] No, can't be, because, uh,

she still had moisture in her eyes when I got to her.

Yeah, and she's small, so rigor would happen faster, not slower.

Unless her body was stored in a cool place,

like-- like in a cooler or in a crate

or in the trunk of a car,

then that would have slowed the rigor down,

and that would explain why you guys can't actually pinpoint

- the murder scene. - You're wrong.

No, no, Felton has a valid point.

Hear that, Frank Pembleton says Felton has a valid point.

The guy who lives in a house next door to the yard

where Adena Watson's body was dumped, his name is Ferguson.

He drives a big blue Lincoln

that was parked in the alley on Tuesday night.

Okay, so Ferguson kills her Tuesday night,

then he spazzes out, "What should I do with the body?"

He carries the body down and stashes it in the trunk of his car

with the intention of dumping her in the woods the next day or something like that.

Then he gets up on Wednesday, and decides just to leave her

in the rear of the yard.

- Arabber. - Tim, I think we should check this out.

You two want to go question Ferguson?

Fine, you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to go find a judge.

I'm going to get him to sign a warrant for the arabber.

Well, Frank, it's you and me together again.

Do you park your Lincoln in the alley behind your house?

- I used to park back there, yeah. - [Pembleton] Yeah?

Think we could take a look at the car?

- No. - Why not?

- It got took. - It got took?

- Got repoed? - Mm-hmm.

- [Pembleton] By whom? - Ike's Auto Incorporated.

They just came and snatched my ride.

This son of a bitch dumps Adena's body, gets rid of the car,

and comes up with some lame-ass excuse about being repoed.

The key to this crapshoot is we do not find the car at Ike's Autos.

If we don't find the car, we know he's lying to us

about it being repoed, and we got him.

Hey, Ed, would you do me a favor and take a look at this warrant

and see if I'm going to hit any legal snafus?

- Sure. - Thanks.

- Danvers. - Detective Howard.

Whatever happened with the Agnes Saunders case?

Ralph Fenwick got life. No parole.

- Thank you. - [Bayliss sneezes]

Gesundheit.

You know, that sudden weather change,

it sort of caught me by surprise.

It's the lifestyle, Tim.

Long hours, bad diet.

It's bad karma. Adena Watson syndrome.

So you think I'm going to get a judge to sign this?

Depends on the judge.

Aren't you giving up an awful lot?

Show the suspect this and he's going to know

every single bit of evidence you have

linking him to the crime.

Well, that's the risk I'm willing to take

in order to get the arabber down here.

Now, one piece of information I didn't give to the press

was about the molestation.

The only thing that the public doesn't know

is that Adena was violated with a metal pipe,

and when I get the arabber down here,

I'm going to get him to admit

that he knows all about the pipe.

Judge Emsley's the most likely to sign.

Great, I'll go to his house, if I have to.

Or the Baltimore Country Club.

The man will play golf in a blizzard.

- Thanks, Ed. - Bye, Kay.

Have you found the woman yet?

She's at Central. They're shorthanded.

They'll send her over as soon as possible.

Oh, now, that's great.

Meanwhile, the clock is tick-tocking.

Maybe I should go over to Central and pick her up myself.

- Please. - [phone ringing]

Detective Munch, homicide. Oh, hi.

How are you? Yeah, just a second.

That's, uh, Dr. Blythe. For you.

What'd you do, tell her I was here?

[Munch] Well, yeah, you are here, aren't you?

I... [sighs]

I have to go to Central, and pick up the woman.

My guess is the date went very badly.

Hello, Dr. Blythe?

Yeah, you know, I had my glasses off,

and when I put 'em back on, it wasn't him.

Okay, I'll tell him.

Schmitty.

Crosetti, it's nice having you back

at the old stomping grounds.

We're here to collect Alfred Smith.

Chris Thormann was a good man.

- Uh, yeah, he still is. - You know what I mean.

See, the kid had the stuff to be a really great cop

until that slime ball got a hold of him.

Turned himself in, the sackless one.

[Crosetti] Okay, Smith.

You as innocent as my Aunt Agnes.

Why you give yourself up?

A cop goes down.

I hear you think it's me that did it.

I didn't want to get "accidentally" shot

while resisting arrest.

You own a .38?

[scoffs] ...38's are for cops and kids.

We got a witness placing you at the scene.

No, you have a liar placing me at the scene.

Hell, man, you got your mind made up already.

Just take me out back, pop me, and dump me in the bay.

Why don't we just get with it now, Alfred?

We got a witness place you at the scene.

Tests comeback positive for blood on your sneakers.

Officer Thormann's blood.

Okay.

Yeah, I was there.

But I didn't have nothing to do with blasting that cop, though.

All I did was lean over the body and take his money.

[Lewis sighs]

[door latch clicks]

He's the one. He's the shooter.

You saying that to convince me or yourself?

What, you don't think it's him? I mean, look at the guy.

He's a lowlife. He's a-- he's a pipe-head.

Hey, I ain't defending his character.

I just have a couple doubts about his guilt, is all.

Well, what about the fact that we got a statement

from Charlie Flavin, a positive ID that he is the shooter?

I want to have a talk with Charlie Flavin.

We already got a statement from Charlie--

No, no, no, you've got a statement from Charlie Flavin.

I want to bring him in for a polygraph.

You are going to ruin this case.

You're going to lose us this case.

Steve, let me just get something straight with you right now, man.

Now, I am the primary on this, like it or not.

I understand where you're at with Chris.

I want to get the punk who shot him, too, but--

We've got the punk who shot him right there.

Maybe.

You don't believe what you see, do you?

A Black man in pain, and you can't tell

where the blood is coming from.

There's no stab wound, no bullet hole.

You never think we can be sick, do you?

Nah, because we all out there doing that hip-hop thing.

- Mr. Flavin, we'd like to do a lie detector test, please? - Why?

You know Alfred Smith shot the cop,

and you know I saw him shoot the cop.

Now, I told you I'd testify

if I'm not having a migraine.

Otherwise, you're out of luck.

Because once I got into these cluster episodes,

the world could be ending, and I wouldn't have the energy to notice or care.

Make a right up here onto Fremont.

Fremont?

Yeah, this next big intersection right here.

Martin Luther King Boulevard?

Just make a right, will you?

Why you gotta call it Fremont?

[Felton] Because I used to live on Fremont

before they tore all the houses up to enlarge the street.

What was that, ten years ago?

It's been called Martin Luther King Boulevard for a decade now.

How long is it going to take you to get used to that fact?

What, do you think they're going to change it back?

They're going to rename it Fremont?

- Who the hell was Fremont anyway? - I don't know, Frank.

But as usual, you're blowing things way out of proportion.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. This is just another example.

Another sampling of your subtle little racist remarks.

[Felton] Frank, I am not a racist.

I call Fremont "Fremont"

because that's the way it's ingrained in my head.

The same way I can't remember to call Burma

whatever the hell they call that now.

Or Roseanne Barr or "Roseanne Arnold."

Not everything is racially motivated, Frank.

And not everything on the damn planet is directed at you!

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Now who's blowing everything out of proportion?

It's the Union of Myanmar.

- What? - The Union of Myanmar.

What the hell is the Union of Myanmar?

It is what Burma was.

[Felton sighs]

Lieutenant.

Listen.

Um, I'm going over to Judge Emsley's house

and getting him to sign this warrant.

I'll have to call you back.

Captain Barnfather was at a community meeting.

He was being pressured on Adena Watson.

He told them that she was molested.

Barnfather did that?

He told them about the metal pipe.

Channel 3 was there.

They're going to run the story on the evening news.

Bastard! He screwed us over!

I mean, why should the murderer even stay in Baltimore now, huh?

Because if he's from Baltimore, he won't go.

He'll talk about it, but he'll never leave.

So, are you going to bring in the arabber?

I guess that answers my question.

So, you're Joseph Cole's girlfriend?

His girlfriend?

Yeah, his steady girl.

And you were in the apartment when K. Lawrence Lowe arrived?

I was in the bathroom.

So, you didn't actually witness the shooting?

Well, no, I told you when I came out of the door,

Joe was lying on top of this guy, and...

well, I don't know how long I stood there.

I guess I was in some kind of a shock,

and then I crawled into the doghouse.

- I mean, why is beyond me. - Oh, wait a minute.

You-- you don't have any idea who shot Cole?

No, I didn't say that.

- You do know? - Uh-huh.

- Tell me. - Mm. Not yet.

Not yet? Why?

Because if I tell you, you won't want to talk to me anymore.

Look, I'm hungry.

Take me someplace to get something to eat.

- I'm a little pressed for time. - So I'll eat fast.

Yes, Captain, I am sorry that I interrupted your dinner,

but I am the primary on the Adena Watson case,

and you cannot go about releasing information like that.

[Bayliss sneezes]

What?

Fine. Fine. No, no, no, no.

Captain, you do whatever the hell you want to do,

you butthead!

[Pembleton] Ike's Auto. There it is.

[Felton] Finally, if you'd listened to me, Frank,

we could have been here an hour ago.

[Pembleton] Just drop it, Felton, okay?

The owner ought to be here.

- [dogs barking] - Whoa! Whoa!

You're a cop, Frank. Show 'em your badge.

I'm gonna show 'em doggy heaven.

Don't shoot my dogs! What, are you crazy?

- Are you Ike? - I'm Orville. There is no Ike.

There was an Ike. He went belly up.

The man had a heart of gold.

Not good for a car salesman.

[Felton] Why do you still call it Ike's?

Would you shop at a place called Orville's Auto?

Did you repo a big blue Lincoln,

license plate 523-LNR?

I don't know. My credit department handles repos.

Do-- do you mind if we take a look around?

Knock yourself out.

Hey, Orville, lose the dogs.

I'm not saying Smith didn't shoot Thormann.

We have no weapon or physical evidence.

A case this weak would at least need a motive to placate the jury.

We have a witness.

Did you see the results of the polygraph?

Charlie Flavin sends the lie detector into convulsions.

I was with him anyway. All he did was complain about his headache.

What are you saying? We don't have enough to convict Alfred Smith?

Look, I know the pressure you're under

from the bosses, from the media.

And every uniform in Baltimore is depending on you to avenge Thormann.

I know we need to send a message to the other police haters in the community.

Let's face it, Smith isn't lighting any candles

down in Mary Our Queen.

- Meaning what? - I pull a Monty Hall.

Let's make a deal with our friend Alfred.

Assault with intent to murder.

We'll get 30 years,

end up doing seven or eight,

and you would have made your point.

You decide.

See ya.

Don't say a damn word to me, all right?

Ma'am, I had a cup of coffee.

I love the hairdo.

You don't seem to be very upset about Cole's death.

Is it just me, or is it freezing in here?

Here you go.

You're very sweet.

[sighs] Yeah, I'm a sweetie.

- Everybody says so. - Are you married?

I'm gonna ask the questions, okay?

Had you been dating Cole long?

About an hour. I'm a hooker.

- You shocked? - No.

On my line of work, we...

deal a lot with prostitutes.

I just... [sighs]

I want to know who killed Cole, and I would like to know now.

Are you divorced?

I bet you're just recently divorced.

- Yeah, yeah. - Yeah.

You've got what we call in the business "bedroom eyes,"

but you're still wearing your wedding ring.

It's a dead giveaway.

Cole, the dead guy.

Oh, look, he was a slimy

little drug-dealing toad.

He's not worth as much conversation.

But you...

You're not a man to be flirted with or conned.

Sleep with me.

No.

Okay, order me a Coke.

- Waitress? - Look.

Cole was killed by a guy named Newton Stuart.

He lives over in Fells Point.

I'll make a call. I'll get the address.

Hey.

How you doing, boys?

Steve?

Did they...

[softly stumbling]

[groans]

- Smith. - We found him, we found him.

The assistant state's attorney thinks

we can get a 30-year deal.

30 years, we'll keep him in prison.

That's a long time.

He should...

be in pris--

[grunts]

[sighs]

...prison...

every day.

I-- I'm blind.

I hear you.

I hear you, Chris.

We'll take care of it.

I'll see you.

Get serious, Orville. This is an '82 Coupe Deville. Three grand is as high as I got.

If you can get a better price someplace else, come back. I'll match it.

If I could get a better price someplace else,

why wouldn't I buy it there?

- Felton, Felton, Felton. - What?

Help me out here, would you?

Frank's a serious guy.

Not very well-tempered, either.

Any other place you'd take a repo car?

I got another lot on Falls Way, but--

- Okay, we'll follow you. - Oh, wonderful.

You coming?

- Not that I'd-- - Bolander, Carol Blythe on line three.

Uh, that's about the Cole autopsy.

Grab it, will you, Munch? Line three.

- You're not here, right? - [sighs]

Listen, Alison Ashley,

she says there's another guy in the apartment,

Newton Stuart, he shot Cole, he wounded Lowe.

Carol Blythe wants to talk to you ASAP.

- It's personal. - I'm gonna get us a car.

- [Howard] Stan! - Tell her I couldn't find him.

[Kay chuckles]

Only in Charmed City.

What?

We're on the corner of Aliceanna and Ann.

Yeah.

Well, don't you think that's a tad excessive?

Pity the poor person that lives on this corner.

Somebody says, "Excuse me, where do you live?"

"Aliceanna and Ann."

"Sorry, what'd you say?" "Aliceanna and Ann."

People go through life thinking

this guy has a speech impediment.

You're venting.

- Excuse me? - Venting. Quit venting.

Excuse me, you've been venting all day.

I got reasons.

I have reasons, too, you know?

I have legitimate complaints and no one to talk to.

Get a banjo. Go bungee jumping. Just quit venting in my ear.

I will if you will.

[sighs]

- Munch. - What?

You ever been with a hooker?

- You ever meet my first wife? - Uh-uh.

Then the answer's no.

We used to make love all the time.

My ex and me, when we were first married, you know?

We'd do it in the bedroom. We'd do it in the shower.

We'd do it outside under two trees.

We did it in the apse one time--

- The what? - The apse of our church.

At the end of a clothing drive, you know?

- Mm-hmm. - [sighs]

And then a few years went by and then,

well, we did it once a week.

[sighs] And then it was once a month, um.

- So... - And then--

Your date with Dr. Blythe the other night,

you were trying to say you forgot how?

- No. - Then what?

[sighs] I don't know. It's...

Wait a minute. Wait a minute. That's the guy.

[Munch] Newton. Newton Stuart.

[Bolander] Take your hands out of your pockets real slow, will you, Newton?

Hands on your head. On your knees.

- On your knees. Down. - Look at me, [indistinct].

[Bolander] Keep your eyes on me, okay? Keep your eyes on me.

- Hands up there. - I'm your friend.

Good, Newton. Good.

I was wondering when you'd come for me.

Why don't you get up real slow?

[Munch] That's it. Good boy.

Here we go. Nice ride downtown.

It's not Black. It's African-American.

What is that all of a sudden? African-American.

The name keeps changing. Negro.

I can understand losing Negro.

But Black. What's wrong with Black?

We're not all of the same color.

Okay. I'm an Anglo-Saxon-American.

So why can't you be a-- a Nigerian-American?

Or a Ugandan-American? Why claim the whole continent?

What should I do? Start calling myself a European-American?

You can call yourself anything you want.

African-American is too vague.

Using the name of the entire continent, it's too general.

A guy from Antarctica.

What does he call himself? An Antarctican-American?

First of all, nobody from Antarctica

was ever made a slave.

Second of all, the people of Antarctica

didn't have their entire culture eradicated.

What culture? They live on an ice cube.

Look, we can't find the Lincoln.

Oh, that's too bad.

Well, look, glad to be of help.

[Felton] Any other lots?

- Yeah, but-- - Take us.

You sure do want to find that Lincoln.

- No, we don't. - You don't want to find it.

- That's right. - So where do we look?

For a car you don't want to find.

Yeah.

Follow me.

You're a-- What are you, a Polish-American?

So-- so you're up here

because of that police officer who was shot, right?

That's right, Miss Benson.

I'm just going through the neighborhood,

talking to people.

Yes, but Fairmont

and-- and Spring is a ways from here.

I know that, I know that, but, um...

Well, um...

Since the shooting, have you heard anything?

Me? Oh, not me.

No, no, no, not that you would eavesdrop

or anything like that, but just sometimes

in the course of your day, you know, you, um--

you hear things.

I don't think that

what I know would mean anything.

Hey, that's all right. You go on ahead.

Well, there is this man

who lives over on Fairmont

in the same block across the street

from where they say it happened.

And I heard him say

that very morning

that he had shot a police officer.

And he was acting sort of, uh--

sort of cocky about it.

- Cocky? Like bragging? - Yes, he was bragging.

He was-- He has headaches.

Oh, oh, he has the worst headaches.

And I don't think people ought to shoot

at police officers.

No, Miss Benson, that's true. Did you happen to get a name?

Oh, no, I don't know his name. I really don't know his name.

But I know his girlfriend's name.

She lives over

in the Murphy Homes High Rise.

[men laughing]

[ominous music playing]

- [muffled conversation] - [men laugh]

Who killed Joseph V. Cole?

Me.

Who wounded K. Lawrence Lowe?

I did that, too.

Tell me about it.

- All of it? - Yeah.

I was his bodyguard.

- K. Lawrence Lowe's? - No.

Mr. Cole's bodyguard.

You shot your own boss?

Mr. Cole told me if he ever got in trouble,

no matter what, shoot.

Don't wait for anything, shoot.

Mr. Lowe showed up uninvited.

He wanted the money Mr. Cole owed him on some deal.

Mr. Cole says he don't have the money.

Mr. Lowe gives him an argument.

Pulls out his .45.

I pull out my Ingram Mac-11 machine pistol shooter.

I start firing.

How did Cole get shot a dozen times?

When I started shooting,

Mr. Lowe grabbed Mr. Cole

to use as a kind of screen, you know, as protection.

I shot through Mr. Cole to get to Mr. Lowe.

You intentionally shot your own boss?

It was the only way I could kill Mr. Lowe.

I was just doing what Mr. Cole said.

Very commendable.

I hate seeing someone get promoted

simply because of the fact that they're African-American.

I don't want to be promoted because I'm an African-American.

I want the same chance of being promoted as everyone else:

because I work hard, because I do my job, and because I am the best.

You think people get things because they deserve them?

How many times have you watched the Oscars and said,

"Who, him? He's the best actor?"

Or a killer who you know deserves to fry

escapes the gas chamber because of some-- some technicality?

Nothing's based on merit.

The more you think you deserve, the less you get.

That's the way this world is.

If you actually believe that, Felton,

how do you get out of bed every morning?

One leg at a time.

Where next?

There's another lot out in Rosedale.

The car probably isn't there.

And since it's cold and it's late

and you don't want to find it anyway...

I'll lead the way.

You know, I'm beginning to think

this is a complete waste of time.

I say we go get Ferguson

and we bring him in for questioning.

One more lot.

But it's all the way in Rosedale.

I don't care if it's on the moon.

It's that important to you?

- What? - Proving Bayliss is wrong.

You're hoping and praying we don't find that car

and you're willing to freeze your garbanzos off

and mine too so you can prove to everyone that Bayliss is a hump.

Look...

I have listened to you all night

philosophize and criticize.

You think you got me pegged.

You think you got me all figured out.

You think I think like you think.

I don't give a damn about Bayliss.

I don't give a damn about you.

All I want to do is find the man

that butchered an 11-year-old girl.

If you don't want to do that...

go home.

Maybe it'd look better if we put the open cases in black

and the closed cases in red.

Fool the bosses for a little while.

That's one solution.

We could go out and lock some people up.

That's also a solution.

Then again, there's always luck.

[both laugh]

Captain Barnfather, what are you doing up so late and not in uniform?

I want to talk to you.

[Howard hums ominous tune]

- Detective Crosetti. - [Crosetti] Yeah?

- This is Lillian Beauregard. - How you doing?

This is Charlie Flavin's girlfriend.

She was there the night Chris got shot.

I don't have it.

You don't have it?

I don't have it.

Any dogs here?

Let me have the Leucomalachite in case I find it.

- Thank you. - What's a Leucomalachite?

A test solution we use. You put it on a stain.

If it turns blue, it's dried-up blood.

If it turns gray, it's not.

[sirens wail in distance]

5-2-3,

L-N-R.

Felton, bring the crowbar.

- This is the one? - Yeah.

Let's pop it.

Bingo. Take this, would you?

[*]

Come on, baby.

Nothing.

Tell me you didn't call the captain at home.

Tell me you didn't yell at him about Adena Watson.

Tell me you didn't call him a butthead.

A butthead, well,

I know that it probably wasn't

the politically correct thing to do, sir.

It was stupid.

You have created a serious problem.

Normally, I can solve problems but given the hour of the call,

its contents and recipients, you now have but two choices.

One, resign from the Adena Watson case.

Two, go into my office and apologize to Barnfather.

Apol--

No way.

No way, sir. I am the primary here.

No matter who gets involved in this case, no matter what the rank,

I am in charge and that is the rule.

That man in there, he damaged the investigation.

He's the one who should be apologizing to me

and to Adena Watson's family.

Everything you say is true, Tim.

Unfortunately, what's right doesn't matter.

You now have but two choices.

Your truth or your job.

The first time is the hardest.

- Hey, how'd it go at Cars "R" Us? - Nothing.

Frank almost bought a dog for his wife and kid, though.

- Oh, yeah? - [Pembleton laughs mockingly]

Wait a second. Is it a joke?

[knocking on door]

Lieutenant, can I speak to you?

- Yeah, come on in. - [Bayliss clears throat]

You know, every day I, uh...

I come in here and I...

You know, I stare at the same photos. I...

look at the same office reports.

You know, every day I wander the-- [sniffles]

the streets around Cook Avenue.

I speak to Adena's friends, to her relatives,

to acquaintances, and I...

I don't know, you know, I've covered every fresh lead,

every-- every crank phone call,

every anonymous tip, and I just...

keep hitting this brick wall.

And I think that I've...

I've pretty much made a mess out of this case.

So I think that the best thing that I could do

is to step aside and let Pembleton take over.

Before any more time is wasted here.

This is what's gonna happen next.

And I mean right now.

You go home...

you go bang the sandman,

then after you're rested,

if you wanna come to me and bitch and moan

about what a half-ass cop you are, then I'll listen, okay?

Okay.

- Flavin, uh... - My head hurts.

Your head hurts, yeah, uh...

Your girlfriend, Lillian, just gave you up.

She says that you and her were walking on Fairmont Avenue,

and, uh, Officer Thormann pulls up

and he talks to you, and, uh...

you copped a bad attitude.

I had a headache.

And Thormann, uh, tells you to assume the position,

and you pull out an ice pick.

Thormann goes to grab your arm, and you pull out his revolver.

I capped him twice, point blank.

I hope you spend a year in jail for--

for every day that my friend is blind.

My head hurts!

[Crosetti sighs]

Hey, hey, hey. You were good in there.

You're the one who found her.

What do you say we go to Rat, have a beer, celebrate?

Uh, yeah, sure. Why don't you go ahead?

- I'll meet you over there. - All right.

How's that look?

- Like heaven here on Earth. - [Dr. Blythe] Stanley.

- Are you avoiding me? - No.

- Can we talk? - Feel free.

In private?

Oh, yeah. Let's, uh--

Let's go in here. Let's, uh--

This is the witness-holding area.

[chuckles] We call it the aquarium.

It's, uh-- [clears throat]

It's not particularly private, but, you know, it's quiet.

- Is this okay? - Yeah, yes.

Stanley, I had a wonderful time the other night.

Oh, I'm glad. I'm glad you did. I, uh-- [clears throat]

- Are you sure? - Yes.

- A wonderful time. - No, no, no. I don't mean--

I mean, are you sure you want to talk about this here right now?

- Oh, um... - This place?

[stammers] It's okay.

I thought you had a good time, too.

I did. I did.

Then why haven't I heard from you since?

You know, I call, leave messages.

I'm-- I'm sorry.

I don't want you to say you're sorry.

I don't want you to be sorry.

Just tell me what's going on, okay?

Carol...

Listen.

When-- [sighs]

When we were together the other night, and,

you know, afterwards, I--

You know how you--

You kept saying how sweet it was.

It was very sweet.

I didn't want it to be sweet.

I wanted it to be--

perfect, I wanted it to be the best ever.

Oh.

Well, Stanley, I like you and...

respect you too much to lie to you.

It wasn't the best ever.

- I know it. I-- - But that doesn't mean that tonight...

it won't be.

Here's to Lewis and Crosetti

for bringing Chris Thormann's attacker to justice.

[Howard] Hear, hear!

[applauding]

- I'm gonna go to the hospital. - Hey, I'll come with you, man.

No, no, no, you stay here, stay here.

- Good night, everybody. - [Howard] Good night.

I appreciate you taking Pembleton with you tonight.

It shows a team spirit

we're sometimes lacking with this unit.

I even asked him to come and have a beer with us.

- Frank never drinks with us. - [Lewis] He'll suffer Beau less.

Hey, why do you say that? Do you think I'm a racist?

- I'm kidding, man. - No, no, no, I want to know.

Do you think I'm a racist?

Uh, no more than the average Caucasian.

[all laugh]

Or no more than the average Black person.

- African-American. - Oh, please.

G, do you think I'm a racist?

I think you're overly opinionated,

totally self-centered, and slightly misogynist.

But a racist? No, you're not a racist.

- Do you think I'm misogynistic? - [Giardello] Yeah, I do.

Kay, Kay, do you think I'm misogynistic?

Beau, he's kidding you.

- I knew that. I knew that. - [Giardello laughs]

What's happened to this place? Why do we still come here?

Because Freddy gives us free drinks.

- Yo, Freddy. - I mean, look at this.

Under vegetables, they have peas crossed out,

carrots crossed out, corn crossed out.

So what's left under vegetables?

Onion rings, sauerkraut, and applesauce.

- [Felton] Oh. - So?

So, applesauce is not a vegetable.

Applesauce comes from apples. Apples are not vegetables.

What is it, Stanley gets happy and you start bitching?

Yeah, right. And look at this. Under entrees, it says vegetable platter.

If I order that, do I get onion rings,

sauerkraut, and applesauce?

- Is that the premise? - [all chuckle]

And "Special of the day"? It's always the same.

It never changes. Can't we find another place?

It's an expression, like "Man of the hour."

It's like saying "I love you" to your wife.

- It becomes meaningless. - No, it's theoretical.

It's a theory, you see.

It means there's a possibility for change,

but in actuality, it doesn't change.

- You get that? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Kind of like homicide. - [Felton] Where are you going?

I'm gonna go check up on the little round bald guy.

- I'll see y'all later. - Take care, man.

- See ya. - [microphone feedback]

- Hello, Baltimore! - [Giardello] Yes!

- [applause] - No, please, thank you.

Hold all applause to the end.

Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Rufus Bond,

and I'd like to introduce you to a little thing

that I like to call karaoke.

- That's it. I'm out of here. - [all laugh]

I put up with potted plants. I put up with souvenir mugs.

I put up with Nirvana on the jukebox.

But karaoke? No way.

♪ The drum keeps pounding ♪

♪ The rhythm to the brain ♪

♪ La-de-da-de dee ♪

♪ La-de-da-de da ♪

[knocking on door]

[knocking continues]

[grunts]

[knocking continues]

[Bayliss coughs]

[Bayliss] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Coming.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - [lock clicks]

What's up?

I managed to track down the lab report on Adena's skirt.

They ID'd the black smudges.

[Bayliss sniffles] Yeah?

It's, uh-- it's from the arabber's barn.

So I was right?

- Yeah, you were right. - [Bayliss scoffs]

Oh, damn. [gasps]

I filled out a warrant. I got Emsley to sign it.

You feel up to make an arrest?

- Yeah, I feel good. [laughs] - I knew you would.

- Hey. - Hey.

I went to the hospital.

Looked all over for you.

I was about to give up, and then I thought to myself,

"Eh, Crosetti.

He'll always be an altar boy."

I just had to think about my, uh-- you know, my old man.

He was...

uh-- he was, uh, in the Western Division,

you know, about 25 years.

He, uh, never had a mark.

He made sure all of his cases were closed before, you know.

Nothing was open. Never had an open case.

It was all black.

And my grandfather, he was, like, a real buster.

He was like a goombah, you know, he's always gotta--

the whole family tradition of policing involved.

He was, like, the right hand, you know.

And, uh...

I remember when I got shot that everybody was crying.

I mean, even my ex-wife was crying.

I'm sure that was just because she was worried

she wasn't going to get any alimony. [chuckles]

But I, uh, remember one time looking up from the hospital bed

and my grandfather was in there with me.

And he was crying. I thought, "Oof."

I saw my father and my grandfather crying.

And he was tough, you know, so I thought,

"Oof, if he's crying, I must be dead."

I made the worst mistake.

Homicide detectives should not get

emotionally involved in a case.

It's a basic thing.

I feel so stupid. I don't know why...

- Uh-uh, uh-uh. It's all right. - [whispers] I feel so stupid.

Stupid.

You're only human, Cros.

["Mack The Knife" playing]

♪ Now Jenny Diver ♪

♪ Ho, ho, yeah, Sukey Tawdry ♪

♪ Ooh, Miss Lotte Lenya ♪

♪ And old Lucy Brown ♪

♪ Oh, the line forms ♪

♪ On the right, babe ♪

♪ Now that Macky's ♪

♪ Back in town ♪

♪ I said Jenny Diver ♪

♪ Whoa, Sukey Tawdry ♪

♪ Look out to Miss Lotte Lenya ♪

♪ And old Lucy Brown ♪

♪ Yes, that line forms ♪

♪ On the right, babe ♪

♪ Now that Macky's ♪

♪ Back in town ♪

[*]

[people clapping along]

♪ Look out, old Macky's back ♪

[all cheering]

[theme music playing]