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- [Felton] Hey, Gee. Nice coat. - [all cheering]

- Yeah. - All right, all right, listen up.

Tonight, as you know, is the retirement party

for Lt. Jim Scinta, which I'll be attending.

I trust in my absence this unit will function as if I were here.

Actually, we're thinking of doing something a little bit

different this time, like solving some crimes.

Any word on who the new squad commander is going to be, Lieutenant?

Not yet. The bosses are keeping it a secret.

- The bosses keep everything a secret. - [Giardello] That's not true.

They're wildly vocal with their unhappiness

about our ever-plummeting clearance rate.

In fact, I'm considering making some changes

about the way we're partnered up.

- [all groan] - But more on that later.

Yesterday, we had a talk. Two days ago, a talk.

But we could do another conversation.

- Where are you, Bayliss? - Um--

Well, I'm just, uh, I'm, uh, clearing up a suicide

over in, uh, Lucas Point, and, well,

waiting for the ME, he's calling with the, uh, autopsy report.

The transcript of the [indistinct] initial statement.

- [Bayliss] Yeah. - Why do you need these for suicide?

You're still stuck in the first 24 hours of Deena Watson's murder.

You're always there. I understand.

It was your first case. You didn't solve it. Pembleton.

[Pembleton] Just a sec, Gee. I need to water a horse.

[indistinct] that nag to this desk over here.

- What? - You're pouring acid on my ulcer.

I have a manpower shortage.

I look across the squad room, I see six different detectives

humping the backlog of three different cases

and still keeping up with the incoming calls.

I'm beginning to actively dislike the both of you.

[phone ringing]

Homicide, Detective Pembleton.

Oh, I can feel my ulcer calming down.

See how little it takes to make me happy.

Hold on. We aim to please, my esteemed Lieutenant.

[Giardello] Be still, my heart.

The both of you are still a bad thought away

from walking out of here with transfer glued to your foreheads.

Aren't you happy I'm in a festive mood tonight?

Yeah, what?

[theme song playing]

[indistinct talking over police radio]

Okay, guys, what do we got?

Hey, better keep that rookie back, Pembleton.

I'm not sure he can handle this.

- It's pretty grisly. - [Bayliss] Let me see.

- It's a dog. - [man] A dead dog.

What, you called us out here for a dog?

Yeah, you see those tags around the dog's collar?

It's a police dog.

According to the law, this gets treated

as an official investigation.

[Pembleton] Well, which law is this?

Municipal code 15, section 63,

that, "Any city-owned animal that dies on active duty roster

"is accorded the same investigative pursuits

as any other public servant."

Wait a minute, are you saying to me that

if one of those ceremonial Clydesdales from the fire department keels over,

that I got to do a full-blown investigation?

- What a bitch, huh? - [dog whining]

You said this dog was murdered?

I won't know for sure until the autopsy.

- [sighs] Frank. - Yeah?

Come here.

Why'd you take this call?

What are you talking about? What choice did I have?

Well, you're the primary on this.

[dog whining]

- Who's the initial responding? - [woman] I am.

- Do you have a name? - Officer Schanne.

The call came in from a neighbor who heard a shot.

I found the body in the bedroom.

Unit number, time of arrival?

My unit number is 16. Time of arrival around 4:30.

What's around 4:30?

[Schanne] I'm not sure exactly.

I found the body, then called into homicide,

and then the medical examiners.

I did protect the scene. It's the bedroom.

[Howard] Who's the medic who pronounced death?

- The medic? - Yeah, his name. [scoffs] Geez.

You can't have a murder unless it's pronounced.

Have we got a homicide here or what?

Yes. I--

- How about the deceased? Did you get a name? - [Schanne sighs]

Ida-May, uh, Keene.

- Is that a guess? - No sign of forced entry.

The alarm's still operable.

- You were pretty hard on her. - Secretaries with guns.

Secretaries with guns?

They recruit these Betty Boops out of the steno pool.

Make quota, right? Stick a badge and a gun on 'em and-- [huffs]

What, are you hating women?

- What? - You have a disdain for women.

That's not disdain. That's professionalism.

If I'm harder on other women, it's because I expect

more from women than I do from men.

Admit it, Howie, you have a problem relating to other women.

I do not.

I have a very loving relationship with Carrie.

Sisters don't count.

Although the seeds of your anti-female actions

may stem from sibling rivalry.

You and your wife gotta stop going to counseling.

[Felton whistles]

That accounts for the knife wounds in the throat and neck.

Cuts are straight and measured. She was tortured first and then shot.

[Felton] Her clothes are all in a neat pile.

Underwear on, torn.

She took her clothes off voluntarily. She knew her killer.

Empty gelatin caps. Rice.

Stopped the coke from crystallizing.

This is a dope murder.

Why torture the woman?

If you're going to kill her, kill her.

Why does she have to to suffer first?

All right, kiddies. Let's roll the body over.

[Howard] What's that where her head was laying?

I don't know. [Felton groans]

- A bullet? - Yeah.

A funky-looking wad cutter.

[both laughing]

[both groan]

- Al. - Oh.

It was a very nice retirement party, wasn't it?

It was very nice. [chuckles]

A lot of love.

- A lot of love. - Well...

- I feel proud. - Oh, you should.

You know?

What-- what Granger said

was very touching.

- Very touching. Careful. Careful. - It's-- it's all right.

It's all right. I'm all right. I'm all right.

[both groan]

Thank you.

Al...

I don't want to go.

It's late. You got to get some sleep.

No, no, I mean retire.

I got-- I got good years yet.

The way the bosses squeezed me out.

- Why? - Give me your keys.

Keys.

What?

Why don't you get some sleep? Come on.

Barnfather, that little

college-educated snot

wants to streamline the unit.

What the hell does he know?

He's never been on the street.

He doesn't know what it takes.

Forget about it.

Yeah.

- You want a drink? - No, and neither do you.

Go upstairs and get some sleep.

Why?

All I gotta do tomorrow is...

clear out my desk.

You're next, you know.

He's gonna stick it to you...

the same way he stuck it to me.

Probably.

[indistinct talking]

[dog whining]

You know, there was a city forestry crew working out here today.

Maybe they saw something.

Wait, you're serious?

You're gonna investigate the death of this dog?

I took the call. I'm the primary. I'm gonna put this case down.

No, no, no. Frank, it is a dog. A dog.

And we are homicide. "Homicide" from Latin. "Homos" meaning human.

Dead Beacon humans. That's what we do.

I'm gonna investigate this case by the numbers, step by step.

I'm gonna put this case down. You want to drop out?

Hey, that's fine by me. Go ahead. I'm not your keeper.

Oh, no, no, no, no. I-- I-- I see it. I-- I get it.

- Get what? - No, you know, I know.

- No, whoa, whoa, whoa. What? - No, no. It's okay, Frank.

- You don't need to explain it. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, what?

No, you're just trying to show me up in front of Giardello.

- Oh, for God's sake. - No, Frank, listen.

You've proven your point, all right?

Let's go investigate the doggy death.

Boy, I'm so impressed by how you're handling this.

Detective Pembleton?

- Yeah. - I'm John Kuehn, K-9 Squad.

He...

he was my partner.

Well, he wasn't any hero.

He didn't have any citations, but he was a great dog.

A good, dependable partner. Blue collar all the way.

No fancy dog foods.

He liked Rice Crispies and eggs mixed together.

He gave the taxpayer an honest lifetime of work.

- He was a good citizen. - How was his health?

Oh, good, good. No worms or nothing.

Did he, uh...

have any enemies?

- Huh? - [Bayliss] Anybody who might want to see him dead?

No.

He didn't pee on somebody's leg recently,

or dig up some old lady's rose bush,

maybe take a bite out of someone's six-year-old.

No, he didn't have an enemy in the world.

Except maybe the Pekingese next door.

Well, Pekingese.

When did you last see him alive?

Last night. He snuck out the back window of the house.

Are you gonna have to do an autopsy?

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

Poor Jake.

Your dog's name was Jake?

[office din]

- What do we have here? - Family of the deceased.

Yeah, well send them down to Central for Q and A.

- They've been already. - Oh.

- You family? - Yes, I'm the daughter.

- That's my mother in there. - I'm Detective Howard, homicide.

I'd like to ask you about your mother.

What's going on? This is a crime scene.

No, no, no. Don't worry about it. It's been cleared.

- What are they doing? - Common sense.

Word on the street gets out, Ida-May's dead.

Every burglar in Baltimore will descend on this place

and suck it dry five minutes after we leave.

What's a TV like that one run for? 1,500? Two grand?

I'd have to work for five years to afford that baby.

Schanne, we gotta get you another job.

[sobbing] No, no, Mommy!

Mommy, no!

[wails]

Mommy, don't go. Mommy, please don't go!

Mommy!

- Mr. Johnson. - Call me Pony.

My real name's Aloysius.

Ida May's daughter tells us you and Ida-May were boyfriend and girlfriend?

Yeah, I heard about Ida-May on the street.

Then my wife starts getting a bunch of phone calls

saying I had something going with Ida-May.

You guys trying to get me in trouble or what?

- [Felton] You own a .38? - What? Why?

So you do own one?

I'm talking about you bothering my wife.

You want your rights read to you, Pony?

No, wait a minute. Hold on.

Am I a suspect?

Man, I didn't have nothing to do with Ida-May and her killer.

You deal drugs, Ida-May helped you. We have witnesses.

I gave Ida-May some things to hold for me.

She never knew what they were.

[Felton] So you admit you deal drugs.

Oh, in today's economy, you bet.

And there's 7% unemployment

in your white-collar lace hangers

up in Montgomery County.

Now if the white-collar boys are being tapped out,

what's up for me, a round of golf at the country club?

Right. Man, I'll be carrying the bags, and for what?

Three bucks an hour?

And times like these, jail doesn't scare me or anyone else.

Your gun.

Bring it to us, we want to take a look at it.

"Just bring it in." Then I get charged. It's not registered.

[Howard] You won't get charged. You have my word.

I trust you.

- Did you just wink at me? - [Pony] Oh, sorry.

Little speck in my eye.

- [Felton] Where's the gun? - [Pony chuckles]

I keep it at my girlfriend's house.

We didn't recover a weapon at the scene of the killing.

No, my other girlfriend.

Wait a second, Pony. Let me see if I got this straight.

- You got a wife? - [Pony] Yeah.

And you got a mistress, and you got a girlfriend?

What can I say? I'm trying to live a timely life.

[Pony laughs]

Well, Chris getting shot and there's the surgery

and all the complications and it's just been a nightmare, you know.

I'm just glad he's home.

You know, he's safe with me

and where I can, uh-- where I can take care of him.

Is he-- is he up and around, or...

No, he's still attached to the tubes.

The IVs, the monitors and you know.

- I want to see him. - Sure.

He's in the guest room.

Oh, okay.

[machines beep rhythmically]

What do you say? What do you say? What do you say today?

What? Who's there?

- It's me, you numbnuts. - Steve.

What are you doing here so late?

- It's the afternoon. - Is it?

It's hard for me to tell. Hey, did you hear the good news?

- They took the catheter out. - Oh, congratulations.

I wish I was here to see that.

- Yeah, now I get to use a bedpan. - [Crosetti laughs]

But, uh, I'm not allowed to get up.

It's pretty exciting stuff, huh?

You're doing good. You're really doing good.

That's why they let you out of the hospital early.

- Why are his gums so red? - Hmm?

His gums.

The roof of his mouth, back of his throat,

it's candy apple, almost metallic red.

No sign of bleeding.

- [Bayliss] Mm-hmm. - Yeah.

Oxygen deprivation caused by poison or gassing.

Is that right?

- Frank? - Yeah.

You mean that Jake was poisoned?

Yeah.

Ah, great.

- So this really is a murder? - Yeah.

- [restaurant din] - [calm jazz playing on piano]

- Miss Kennedy. - Latoya.

- Do you know Pony Johnson? - I do.

He mentioned you might be stopping by.

- [Felton] He did, huh? - [Latoya] We have no secrets.

You know he has a wife?

As I said, we have no secrets.

- You know a William Lyness? - [Latoya] No.

[Felton] Pony says you threw a wonderful party the other night.

[chuckles] All my parties are wonderful.

Uh, is this the one where someone came by

and bothered Pony?

Ah, yes, that was a good one.

Lobster, crab, corn on the cob,

three-bean salad, angelfood cake with fresh strawberries--

So then you do know William Lyness?

Pony said that William was the one that stopped by.

I do not know him. I don't associate with those people.

I do know this young man came by, nervous, jumpy.

[Felton] Were there any drugs at this party?

This young man came by, asked for Pony.

They stepped out for a moment.

Pony came back, oh, maybe a minute later.

This ring, it's my mother's.

She was a model in Paris way, way back.

About what time does this young man come by?

It's impolite for a hostess to watch a clock.

Midnight, after midnight, before?

I can't say. Everyone was having a good time.

- [Felton] I'll bet. - [Latoya chuckles]

So Pony steps out for just a minute or two.

- Never left the house after that? - [Latoya] That's right.

Pony spent the entire night with you?

He did.

[Howard] Are you sure?

Well, I should know if I had sex or not.

[Felton] Of course you would.

Do you enjoy the film noir genre? You know.

Godard, black and white.

Film noir, that's where the film's real grainy

and you can't seem to figure out what's going on?

Yeah, I-- I do enjoy those.

- You surprise me. - [Howard clears throat]

I do love Pony, but sometimes,

someone else strikes me as being

a bit more interesting at the moment.

Oh, yeah. I know what you mean.

Living a timely life.

Jake. Jake.

What kind of name is that for a dog, especially a police dog?

No, Jake is a good name.

It's basic, solid, easy name for a dog to respond to.

No, no, no. A dog should be named, uh, Rex.

Rex? Well, that's original.

You know, I had a-- I had an Irish setter one time.

- Her name was Molly. - [Pembleton laughs]

- What a stupid dog, Irish setter. - Molly was a beautiful dog.

No, no, don't get me wrong.

Irish setters are nice to look at, but psycho.

They're very flighty.

They're nothing but red-haired screwballs.

The I love Lucy's of the dog world.

What would you know about my dog, Molly? What are you?

You're from New York City, so you're an expert on everything and anything?

I know my dogs. Irish setters are not smart dogs.

Too much inbreeding. Brains the size of a kidney bean.

[Bayliss] Yeah, let me guess what dog you had.

- You had a pit bull. Right? - [Pembleton laughs]

Yeah, you, like millions of other original-thinking New Yorkers.

Pitbulls. That's the best choice for y'all.

Yeah, they're a bunch of overweight piranhas with bad hairdos.

That is New York in a nutshell, ain't it?

I owned a Komondor.

You, with that Molly, you wouldn't have a clue.

- You had a Komondor? - Yeah.

One of them foul-smelling sheepdogs from Hungary?

You want me to be impressed?

Well, compared with an Irish setter,

my dog is a genius, an Einstein.

Genius. And this genius's name was Rex.

Rex enjoyed city living very much.

Of course, when he bit the postman, my parents put him to sleep.

No. No.

- What? - No, it would be too easy.

- What? - Well, I just flashed on the thought.

Pure carbon-monoxide. Dead dog.

We're in the middle of an official investigation which involves an animal.

Which particular city agency is noticeable by its absence?

- Animal control. No. - Yes.

- Yeah? - Yeah, they have the gas.

Well, why would they gas Jake? He's got tags.

- Why don't we go ask? - Well, why would they dump the dog in the park?

I mean, if they did dump the dog in the park,

why didn't they remove his police tags?

Why don't we go ask?

You see this? A nun won the lottery.

A 71-year-old nun wins $1 million

and she's gonna donate it all to her quarter.

Where is she?

I'm happy for her. No, I really am.

Because, you know, if nuns had $1 million,

they could do a lot of good works with that money.

I'm so glad that she won.

Wait, Carol said she's going to be here at 12 o'clock.

It's 12 o'clock now, so she's late. She's always late.

I mean, I'm sure she's got a good excuse.

She always has a good excuse.

She lost her car keys or whatever.

- [Munch] Relax, big man. - [Bolander sighs]

What are we-- what are we gonna do if we get a call

and we have to leave and we miss him.

A guy in Kentucky was charged with drunk driving.

- [Bolander] So? - A horse.

What? A hearse? He was driving a hearse?

[Munch] A horse. Get this.

He's challenging the law, because the horse is a non-motorized vehicle.

"'She got a mind of her own,' Andrew Ziegler said

about his two-year-old filly, Gladys."

I don't think the vehicle has a mind.

That makes two of you, Mr. Ziegler.

This was a mistake. I'm telling you.

Carol's son is visiting, so she tells him about me.

[mumbles] Tells him I'm a cop.

Kid says he wants to ride with us. Why did I say yes to that?

Hey, you're snorkeling the kid's mother.

You have to do whatever he says.

- Is he at least a nice kid? - Yeah, I mean, I guess.

I think, I mean, I only met him over the telephone.

You mean I get to witness this historic meeting?

- Sure. If I don't gut you first. - [Munch] Whoa.

"Under Kentucky's new drunk driving law,

they've charged besides Ziegler and Gladys the horse,

two people on bicycles, and..."

Are you ready?

"...a man in a wheelchair."

"You're under arrest, drunk and disabled."

That does it, I'm moving to Kentucky.

Here they are.

- [Carol] Hi, Stanley. - Hey.

- [Carol] Hi. - [Munch] Hi.

Oh, this is Danny.

- Hey, Danny. How you doing? - [Danny] Hey.

- So... - That's-- that's a cool gun.

- Oh, yeah. [laughs] - Can I hold it?

[Bolander and Munch laugh]

- Let him hold it, man. - Uh...

[Bolander laughs]

All right, Chris, you're not listening to me.

Boston Corbett shot John Wilkes Booth,

right through the slacks at the garde aux foins.

So he said.

[Crosetti stammers] There was witnesses, there was a whole platoon.

Yeah, all of whom would share in the reward if they agreed to his story.

Corbett was at the wrong angle to hit Booth.

Yeah, you're saying that John Wilkes Booth shot himself, right?

He vowed he'd never be taken alive.

He didn't want to stand trial. Didn't want to face the public humiliation.

- Oh, get me up. - What?

Hey, wait a minute. Wait a minute. You've got tubes on you.

Crosetti, come on. Take me to the toilet.

- I'll get-- I'll get Eva. - Come on, Crosetti.

- Wait, I can't do it, man. - Please!

You got-- you got a bedpan under here.

- Here, use the bedpan. - No! [groans]

- All right, wait. I'm taking it-- - Oh, God. [groans]

Okay, I'll go get Eva.

Don't. Just get out of here.

- [groans] - [Crosetti] What's wrong with you, man?

Get out of here. I don't want you to see me like this.

What are you so worried about? It's a natural thing that's happening here.

Don't tell Eva.

She thinks I'm getting better.

You are getting better.

Then why am I laying in my own crap?

Oh.

[clicks tongue] Hey, come on.

- Don't touch anything! - I can't tell Eva.

I can't touch anything, but who will? Come on.

Crosetti, I don't want you here seeing me like this.

I'm like an infant! I'm not a man anymore. It's disgusting.

You would do the same thing for me, wouldn't you?

Huh?

[Chris sighs]

Let's get these off to get your clothes off.

[both grunt]

- I'm sorry. - Nothing to be sorry about.

Dip for the oyster. Dive for the clam.

Y'all two in the mood for a square dance?

- Do it with Howie. She loves to lead. - What do you got, Meldrick?

You know that bullet you found at the Ida-May Keene scene?

- That ugly little wadcutter? - [Howard] Mm-hmm.

Well, I found that bullet's evil twin.

Buried in an old lady's forehead last night.

You think the two murders are related?

You tell me.

Mine was sliced up and tortured just like yours.

- What's the name on it? - Lyness. Alexandra Lyness.

- So, Lyness, right? - [Lewis] Uh-huh.

We got a Lyness in the Keene case.

William Lyness.

Friend of Pony Johnson's.

Business associate, mind you.

Swing your partner, do-si-do.

See this real oldie-looking one.

That's-- that's Northwestern Division.

- That's been torn down now. - [Danny] Uh-huh.

Yeah, that down here is Western Division.

- That's where I started out. - [Danny] Uh-huh.

Yeah, they tore that down now too.

Stan, did anybody ever jump off this balcony?

[Bolander] What?

You know, did you ever have a killer

and you were just about to put him away

and he, like, made a break for it.

He ran out of these doors,

ran off the balcony and he's dead.

- [Danny screams] - Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Oh, that's cool, man.

- Huh? Ever happened? - No. No, no, no.

We got a call. Barney Street, shooting.

- Okay. - Oh. That's cool!

Let's do it, man! Let's do it! Oh, this is gonna be fresh.

- Did he say "It's gonna be fresh"? - Fresh.

- You want to tell me what that means? - It means [indistinct].

[indistinct]. I'm so glad you understand these things.

- [dogs barking] - Look at all of these dogs.

What a misery.

I don't want to look, I might fall in love.

[Pembleton] Hello. Hello.

If you're here for your dog, you have to go find it yourself.

As you can see, I'm a little short-handed.

[Pembleton] We're police. You the person in charge here?

I'm the only person, so I guess that makes me in charge.

- Yeah, I'm Penny. - Hi, Penny.

We're investigating the death of a police dog found

up in the Druid Hill Mansion area.

Oh, yeah, I was called about that.

Didn't make it out there, though.

- That was last night, right? - Right.

The city examiner has determined that this particular police dog,

which was well-loved in his community...

was murdered.

- Murdered? - Mm-hmm.

Do you still use pure carbon-monoxide from a bottle

as the means to gas the unclaimed dogs?

Yeah, it's the most cost-effective.

You know, once upon a time, Penny,

the killing of a city-owned animal was manslaughter,

but now it's just been reduced to a misdemeanor,

and that carries a maximum fine

of 364 days in jail and a $1,000 fine.

I don't know anything about any police dog.

Oh, come on, Penny. Picking up strays, doing your job.

Maybe this police dog just got mixed up in the shuffle somehow.

Maybe you just forgot to check his tag.

You know, you're on duty alone here.

Might get to be too much sometimes.

You know, we have a city forestry crew,

which places a young blonde-haired woman with a ponytail

driving through the mansion area.

[Pembleton] These guys got a particularly good look,

because they, in their typically low-class male manner,

gave this young blonde a few invitations

to social and tribal rituals,

to which she responded with an emphatic middle finger salute.

Yeah, and if I could have, I would have pumped some gas

at those tree-trimming morons.

I don't know how I did it, but I did.

Then I panicked and dumped the dog in the park.

- [Bayliss] It happens. - [Penny sighs]

So what are we gonna do, Penny?

Well...

if you have to take me in now,

you can at least help me set them up with their evening meals.

Otherwise, they'll start to turn on each other.

[suspenseful music plays]

Open up, police!

Police, open up now!

Come on out, honey.

- [Lewis] Police, police, police, police! - Freeze!

Detective Howard.

I have a search and seizure warrant

for the residence of William Lyness.

- Is William home? - Not for days.

- [Howard] It says we can search the house. - Uh-huh.

- You William's father? - Yeah.

You Alexandra Lyness' husband?

Not for over 20 years, God rest her soul.

Now William, he just comes and goes.

He's got some real mean and nasty friends,

so I just try to evaporate whenever he's around.

I don't hear nothing. I don't see nothing.

I just try to do right by raising his little girl.

- What's your name, Sir? - Henry Lyness.

[Howard] Lewis, grab the other side of this.

[*]

[Lewis] Hey, hey, hey.

- Felton. - [Felton] What you got?

Yeah?

No sign of blood residue. It's clean.

Hey, here we go.

Same ass backward wadcutter.

Bingo.

When we get to the crime scene, Danny,

I want you to stay in the car until we secure it.

I also want to check how gruesome it's gonna be.

Well, you don't have to worry about me, Stan.

Both my mom and dad are medical examiners.

I grew up surrounded by body parts.

- [Bolander] Your dad's an ME too? - [Danny] Yeah, in Seattle.

That's where I live half the year.

They met at some international ME convention.

Dad convinced Mom to leave Australia,

come live in the States.

So you gonna follow in the family footsteps?

[laughs] No, man. I'm not into that.

[Bolander] What do you want to be, Danny?

Either a drummer, or secretary of the interior.

- [Bolander] What? - [Danny chuckles] Oh, will you lighten up, Stan?

Oh, yes!

All right.

[Bolander] Danny.

Anybody know this man? Anybody get a chance to talk to him?

He was 10-7 when we got here.

- 10-7? - That's code for out of service.

Hold my hand.

- Anybody go through his pockets? - [officer] No, not yet.

[Danny] Hey, watch for needles, Stan.

All right, we got no wallet in front.

I'm gonna wait for the ME to flip him.

I'm assuming you did call the ME, right?

[officer] He should be on the way.

How many times would you say he was hit?

Twice, uh, once in the head and once in the back so far.

Yeah, there's a big possibility, a very good possibility

that both wounds were caused by a single bullet.

Nice drawing, Munch.

It worked for the Warren Commission.

Munch. Come on.

It would be so cool to off somebody and get away with it.

Excuse me. I'm sorry?

Kill somebody and get away with it.

I'm willing to bet you guys let me ride around with you for a couple of weeks--

Not even that, you let me ride around with you,

I'll definitely figure out how to kill somebody.

Danny. Danny. Look.

I want you, uh, to sit in the back of the car.

[Munch] He's just a kid.

No, everybody's been really great, you know?

My boss said that he would, uh, keep my job for me,

but I'm thinking I should probably quit, you know?

Chris is gonna need a lot of care, so...

No, you-- you've got time to make a decision like that.

You know, I almost didn't marry Chris...

[chuckles] ...because we met before he went to the academy,

and I wasn't really crazy about the idea

of him being a cop because of my dad.

- Your dad was a good cop. - Yeah, I was six years old.

I didn't really care much about him being a good cop.

[sighs]

So we've been trying to have a kid, you know,

me and Chris, for about three years.

And we finally, uh, went to the doctor and got checked out

and he said it would take a miracle.

I didn't know about that. I'm sorry.

Since Chris is blind, maybe it's all for the best.

No, everything happens for the best.

[sighs] I'm pregnant.

Looks like Jake chose the wrong night to sneak out the back window.

Well, I knew he was running around,

mixing it up with the neighborhood bitches.

Jake was always more a pound dog than he was a German Shepherd.

It's a little embarrassing. He didn't die in the line of duty.

He died because he was horny.

I'm gonna go out in the middle and scatter his ashes.

He really loved the water.

Maybe he was part Cocker Spaniel.

Did Jake like kids?

Well, he wasn't nuts about them, but he'd make his exceptions.

What's the matter?

You thinking about Molly?

[sighs]

Dina Watson.

You know, Bunk...

life would be perfect...

if it was only kids and dogs.

[Bayliss sniffles]

My guess, Ida-May and Alexandra Lyness

were both killed by Pony Johnson.

Why don't you think William Lyness did it?

According to Meldrick, William really loved his mother.

Saw the morgue photos?

He would have to have ice water in his veins

to torture his own mother that way.

I say we make William an offer.

He can be either a witness or a suspect.

Sounds good.

Shoot. I gotta call my wife.

We have marriage counseling tonight.

This is a perfect excuse to get out of it.

What, it's not helping?

As far as I can tell, no.

The other day, out of the blue, she says to me,

"I think you're in love with Kay Howard."

- [laughs] What? - Oh, it gets better.

Then she says to me,

"You spend more time with Kay than you do with me.

And when you're with me, all you do is talk about Kay."

You do?

I said to her, "Hon, you ask me how my day went.

And I tell you how it went. And you start screaming at me."

I said to her, "Look, I am not in love with Kay Howard.

I'm not even remotely, physically attracted to her

in any way, shape, or form."

- Oh, really? - Well, I mean, it got her off my case.

Well-- [scoffs]

What I'm about to ask you, I want you to understand,

I'm not asking because I want you to be attracted to me.

I don't. But you're not?

Whoa, run that by me again.

Why do you not find me attractive?

No, I didn't mean it that way.

I-- I mean, I just said that to prove a point to my wife.

Look, Kay, you're my partner.

You're my friend. Of course I love you.

But you're not answering my question.

- Do you find me attractive? - Oh, come on, Howie.

- Howie? See, now, that's a guy's name.

What do you think I am, a guy?

No. A guy? No.

So I'm asking you.

My friend, my partner, huh?

Do you think I'm sexy?

Kay.

From the beginning, we had an agreement.

You know, uh, a-- a-- an unspoken agreement

that you-- that we, you know.

- What? - That we wouldn't think about things like that.

You know, so I don't.

- Okay? - Okay.

Hey, Chris, you asleep?

No.

Eva tells me that, uh...

she told you that she was gonna have your baby.

And you got angry.

I should've died on that operating table.

I should have died laying there in the street.

I don't know what I was thinking trying to hold on.

I don't wanna hear that kind of talk from you. I'll smack you one.

Oh, yeah? When was the last time you had to lay in your own diaper?

I don't want to hear about all this--

I don't want to hear this self-pity crap, all right?

Man, how can I be a father?

You'll be a great father.

I won't be able to see my own baby's face.

Yeah, well, a lot of parents are blind, Chris.

Some because they can't see, some 'cause they don't want to see.

Spare me the fortune cookie philosophy.

All you really have to do is hold them tight,

so that baby knows that you are there.

Skin to skin.

That's all.

That's all any baby needs.

And the rest of it, blind or not...

you deal.

Capiche?

Capiche.

- Capiche? - [Chris chuckles]

Only a white person says that. It's, "Capiche!"

- Capiche! - Capiche.

[Chris groans]

Stan.

[rock music plays on speakers]

Stan the man.

So you and my mom seem to be getting pretty, uh,

you know, getting serious.

And as the man of the house,

I feel like I should ask you a couple of questions, okay?

- Oh, yeah. Sure. - [Danny] All right.

Um, what's your yearly income?

- Um, $32,000. - Okay.

Why do you think your marriage just, like...

died on you?

[Munch coughs]

I, uh--

Well, get as personal as you need to, man, you know?

Were you afraid of commitment or...

I don't, uh...

[sighs] It's none of your business.

Okay. I heard that. I heard that.

Okay. [chuckles] That's cool.

How about you and my mom? Huh? How are you both together?

- [sighs] We get along great. We're doing fine. - [Danny scoffs]

We had a little fight when we first met, but that's, um--

No, no, no, no, man. In bed.

You know, in bed. How are you in bed?

When her and my dad used to do it,

they would rattle the freaking floorboards, man.

- It was-- [laughs] - Hey, this is your mother we're talking about.

Yeah. Yes, my mom, my mom, right?

But she has her needs, just like everybody else.

I just want to make sure she's living up to her full potential.

So, do you, Stan, huh?

You make her scream?

Yeah, Stan. Do you make her scream?

[Danny] Do ya? Do ya? Do ya? [chuckles]

I'm taking you back to your mother.

- [Danny laughs] - It's a legitimate question.

Stanley.

I'm sorry you don't like Danny.

No, no, no, no, no, no. Look, look.

He's a swell kid. He-- he is. He's swell, but--

- It's just-- - What? What then?

Who am I to criticize? I mean, I've never raised a kid. I've never been a parent.

I don't know what it feels like to be a kid anymore.

Stanley, you're so damn infuriating.

You never say what you mean.

You never come right out and say what you mean.

Now, say what you mean, Stanley.

I think your kid has got a screw loose.

I think something's the matter with him up here.

- He's got weird ideas, twisted values. - He's just--

- He's just a boy, for God's sake. - You're right.

You-- you see? No. You're right, okay? I gotta go.

Stanley.

Aren't you gonna kiss me goodbye?

Okay, William.

Take a look at these pictures.

You recognize your own mother?

A couple of uniforms picked him up at a raid in a rock house.

I'm convinced he didn't do the murders, but he's not saying anything.

[Felton] A picture of your mother.

He's not gonna give us Pony Johnson, that's for sure.

First, she was cut on her neck. Three quick cuts.

Then under her jaw, three more cuts.

Then her left cheek.

[tense music plays]

Then down across her chin, five cuts.

Then her right cheek, 10 cuts. 10 cuts.

[Lewis] You know how to make [indistinct], huh? Did you?

[Felton] Okay, look.

[Lewis] Same cuts, [indistinct], on her neck and on her cheek.

That's from the same knife, young brother.

Take a look. Come on. Take a look.

[door clicks, slams shut]

You didn't kill your mother, did you, William?

- No. - [Howard] Hmm?

No.

No, I just gave him the bullets.

Who?

Look, he wanted six rot gutters.

[Howard] Who?

Huh?

Pony Johnson.

Why would Pony Johnson want to kill your mother, huh?

Look, I had some fives and dimes of rock.

Ready and back for business.

And my momma, she took them away from me.

So I went to Pony's girl's place to tell Pony I messed up.

Pony gets his gun and yells at me to give him six bullets.

I thought he was going to cap me.

But-- but no, he says he's gonna go get his dope back.

Said he's just gonna threaten my momma.

So, Pony goes to your mom's house, collect his rock,

and she tells him to kiss it, right?

'Cause she don't want Pony messing around with her boy. Is that right?

- I don't know, man. I wasn't there. - No, no, no, no, William.

You were there, because how else does Pony Johnson know where your mother lives?

You took Pony to your mother's house.

Look, I just told him where.

Now why is he going to trust you, huh?

You lost his dope. I think he's taking you with him.

Look, I just gave him the bullets. That's all!

No, William, what do you want us to believe?

That you were just sitting outside in the car?

Look, I wasn't in the room! No, I wasn't--

Did you take him around to Ida-May's house too, huh?

No, man, no.

Pony comes out of my momma's house and he's all checked out.

He was all checked out, man.

He gets in the car and he drives away by himself.

I don't know where he was going.

So you were there, William.

Did you go and see how your mother was? See if she was okay?

- No, I couldn't. - [Howard] Couldn't?

- Pony told me to go straight home. - [Howard] Oh, Pony told you.

Pony tells you this. Pony tells you that.

Pony tells you give him six bullets,

drive him to your mother's house, sit out in the car.

Don't hear anything? Don't think anything?

She was your mother, William. Your mother.

Your mother tries to help you and you sit out in the car

and listen to her scream for help?

- For you? - [Felton] Okay.

- [William sobs] I couldn't go. - No, I want to know, all right?

I want to know what it is to sit in a car

and listen to your own mother scream your name for help.

[William sobbing]

She screamed your name, didn't she, William?

Johnson tells you, you're sitting down there in the car.

You drove him over there and you're sitting out in the car

and you won't do hell about it and you don't.

- [William sobs] I'm sorry! - You sit and listen to your own mother die.

She was probably relieved when she finally got the bullet in her brain.

[William sobbing] I'm sorry.

What are you crying for, William?

You got no right to those tears.

[William] I'm sorry.

[office din]

- [knock on door] - Entrare.

- Alberto. - Paisan.

I have a present for you.

[Giardello] What?

- Huh, I remember this day. - Yeah.

[sighs] Okay, I'm out of here.

- I'll give you a call. - No, you won't.

Well, you'll-- you'll want to, but you'll be busy.

You'll say, "I'll call tomorrow.

Um, I'll call on the weekend.

Next week, for sure."

Take care.

Paisan, let me buy you some pasta.

I thought you'd never ask.

I know this little place not far from here.

The spaghetti...

Hey, you know me, all right.

Ah, fettuccine alla [indistinct].

Home-made wine.

- Yes. - This is living.

Yeah.

This is it right here.

What?

The dividing line between Little Italy

and Perkins Homes.

My two homes.

My father came from here and my mother from there.

I used to sit on this spot and listen...

to Italian being spoken to jive...

to the music.

The area was always filled with music.

[emotional music plays]

The hurdy-gurdy men with their street pianos and fiddles.

Billy Holiday. Eubie Blake.

All different sounds, but they all seemed to come together,

somehow.

It sure sounded good to me.

I don't hear it anymore, Jimmy.

All I hear is the same dull sound.

The same dull beating sound.

Constant, unending,

bam, bam, bam, bam.

And yet...

what can we do except try to get it back,

try to get the...

music back?

I don't know.

Maybe we move on.

[laughing] Move on?

Have a good life, my friend.

Paisan...

[speaks Italian]

[both laughing]

[indistinct]

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