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[woman] It must be difficult for you as the only woman in Homicide.

It must have some affect on your attitude toward men.

[scoffs] Um...

Most of the people who kill are men.

And most of the people who get killed are men.

I'm surrounded by men solving crimes by men against men.

[woman] So you're exposed to the worst aspects of men?

The worst that men are capable of doing, of being.

And then I'm supposed to date one of them. [chuckles]

Have a relationship.

I'm-- I'm seeing this...

...guy now, he's a-- he's a...

sweetheart, he's a gentleman.

He-- he's a State's Attorney. [chuckles]

We'll be out to dinner

and he's telling a joke and I'm supposed to laugh.

And I do.

But in my head, I'm thinking... [laughs]

...you know, an hour ago,

I saw two guys who knifed each other

in a sports bar over a bet.

Over the Super Bowl. [scoffs]

And I look at Ed and I...

That's his name, Ed.

I think, "Is that you? Could you...

...knife someone in cold blood

over the Super Bowl?" [laughs]

Certainly puts a damper on the evening.

You better believe it.

[Lewis] Sensitivity training?

We don't need a bigger budget,

what we need is a New Age pep rally!

Look, is this going to be one of those things where you're, like,

in a room for eight hours and you can't go to the bathroom?

- No, that's called Yom Kippur. - Why now, Gee?

It was all in my memos. Don't you guys read my memos?

The Deputy Commissioner believes the police need to be

more sensitive to the people on the street and to each other.

- I don't know, I'm far too sensitive as it is. - [others laughing]

After each of you had your one-on-one session with Miss Weston,

she'll be holding group workshops and seminars,

all of which are mandatory.

Attendance will be taken.

That means everyone.

What is it with you? Where's your tie?

I aim my memo especially at you, Stanley.

You know, I feel like my head is going to blow off.

Because you have a bad attitude.

You have this thing about department programs.

I'm allergic to idiocies and foolishness.

I want you to meet with Miss Weston.

I don't care if there is a red ball.

I don't care if there's Jack the Ripper,

Bonnie and Clyde, and the Terminator stalking city streets,

killing nuns and orphan children.

Be at your session, Stanley.

- Am I understood? - Lieutenant--

Be at your session, Stanley.

You see, I want to believe

there's a new you somewhere inside.

[theme song playing]

You know, I really liked What Do You Say When I Love You Isn't Enough.

You know, I thought that it was a remarkable book.

- That's very kind. - Yeah.

Most of those books, I can't stand them.

You know, they're too clinical. They're too, um, pompous.

I wanted to stay away from as much psycho babble as possible.

- Yes. - To put what I needed to say in everyday language.

Yes. Yeah. It's funny.

You know, I was thinking about

the exact same issues as you when your book came out.

- Huh. - [Bayliss chuckles]

You know, I-- I think that you really have your finger

on the pulse of what's going on inside those of us

who work in these high-stress jobs.

It was a Book of the Month, Club Alternate Selection.

Yeah, I'm jealous. You see that? I'm jealous. [laughs]

I'm also-- I'm inspired.

See, ever since you, uh, wrote this book,

I've just been jotting down, see,

a few occasional thoughts

and reflections for myself.

They're not nearly as insightful as yours,

but as you say in your book,

uh, "Trying is knowing

and not trying is trying not to know."

I didn't write that.

- Yeah, you did. - No, uh, I didn't.

Well, who did?

[laughs] I, uh-- I don't-- I-- I don't know.

Ah, damn.

But you did write What Do You Say When I Love You Isn't Enough, didn't you?

- Yes, yes, I did write that. - You did. Oh, okay.

Then it really doesn't matter what I say,

because it's still a brilliant book.

Tell you what, I'll just-- I'll go back and I'll read it again,

and next time I won't forget.

I just thought that you were who I thought you were,

but you're not.

That's my mistake, isn't it, right?

Well, what do you like in your coffee?

Uh, do they serve tea?

[upbeat song plays on radio]

[song lyrics playing on radio]

- [lawnmower whirring] - [dogs barking in distance]

To me, the sea was everything.

I couldn't wait till I turned 17, so I could sign up.

That's my ship, that's my first ship.

The USS John W. Brown.

A freighter out of the old Bethlehem Fairfield shipyard

over on South Clinton.

This is when, World War II?

No, I missed the war by a year.

We brought a lot of troops home, though.

[man] It's time for your medicine, Dad.

I'm in the middle of a conversation here, if you don't mind.

She was a great ship.

She could do 76 RPM and make...

and make 11 knots.

- Is that good? - [Prentice] Good.

She was the queen of the freighters.

Dad.

I don't want them pills.

I don't need the damn pills.

And you know it.

Mr. Prentice, if you don't take your pills,

the doctors are going to blame my pal Chucky here.

[Prentice] No, they won't.

I've fired them.

All of them.

And the nurses, too.

I got one doctor now.

Joe Majulis.

And that's all I need.

Well, I don't have time to argue with you, Admiral.

I got to get back to Homicide.

You know, I always liked you, Beau.

[Felton] I'll see you in a week or so, okay?

Goodbye, Beau.

Goodbye.

[Chuck] Thanks for coming by.

Chucky, what's going on? - Huh?

Well, your old man fires all his doctors,

now he won't take his pills.

Who's this Dr. Majulis guy?

He's another in a long line of doctors.

You never were a very good liar.

I, um...

I'm not telling you unless you swear

you won't tell him I said anything.

I swear.

My dad...

he's decided to kill himself.

Hey, Munch.

You ever have a situation where you knew

a crime was about to be committed?

- Excuse me? - You know what I'm saying.

By the time we get there, the body's already cold.

I mean, the crime could be hours old, days old.

Yeah, so?

So, have you ever had a situation

where you knew a crime was about to be committed?

What do you mean, like a psychic event?

Why is it when a guy leaves

five drops of coffee pinning the bottom of the pot,

he thinks he's immune from brewing a fresh pot of coffee?

Sorry.

[Munch] How would you know? Like a threat, you mean?

Well, not exactly a threat.

I mean, everybody is looking to duck something.

I said I was sorry.

More like an intention.

You go around arresting everybody

with the intention of killing someone,

there wouldn't be a husband free in Baltimore.

Why when you go into john, is there's always

one piece of toilet paper stuck to the roll?

Because some guy thinks if he didn't technically finish it,

he's not responsible for replacing it.

Society's based on technicality.

It's a hallmark of late capitalism, Stanley.

Figure it out.

Same thing with milk!

Stan, I am brewing more coffee.

Every time I open that refrigerator,

there's one drop of milk left in the carton.

So who has to go to 7-Eleven and replace the carton of milk?

- Me. - Yeah, that's besides the point.

He's doing it on my behalf.

He could be doing something else for me.

Hey, Beau, did you have a case like that

where you know someone's intending to kill someone?

No, no, forget it. I was just making conversation.

Detective Bolander, I believe we're scheduled to meet next.

- Hmm? - For our initial one-on-one session.

Honestly, it's not painful.

You say whatever's on your mind, I listen.

Gives me a chance to get to know you.

- I'm sorry, lady, I can't. - Why not?

Because we just got a call, we gotta go try to solve a murder.

That's still our primary function around here, isn't it?

All right, when can we reschedule?

I'll get back to you.

I'm twice divorced.

Not once, twice.

And I'm still here, still kicking,

still in love with women,

still believe in the possibilities of love.

[sighs] And Felicia, she's my lucky star.

How many beautiful women do you know who own a library card?

You got me on that one.

Felicia has one.

Do you know how sexy it is to discuss things,

to have a genuine, give-and-take,

intelligent conversation with a woman these days?

You sure none of this goes down on my official record, huh?

- Does any of this go down? - I don't take notes.

- Yeah, but I want you to take notes, okay? - I'm just here to listen.

Yeah, you're here to listen, but I want you to take notes. You know why?

Because I want there to be some official testimony, okay?

Centuries from now, millenniums down the road,

I want there to be a book that can be opened to a page that reads,

"John Munch, damaged, but still he played the piccolo."

You know what I'm saying? Should I be

laying on the couch for this, or how's that work?

I'm not a psychiatrist.

Oh, yeah, I forgot.

Go on about Felicia.

You see this stomach, flat as a board? Hard as stone?

Not one single sit-up.

Hard sex.

Wild abandon.

Unleashed passion.

Felicia understands. She gets it. She reads.

So, then, why are you so angry at her?

Angry? Haven't you been listening? What have I been saying?

I said Felicia and I are kindred spirits, okay?

Minnie and Mickey, Ginger and Fred,

Leonardo Carrington and Max Ernst.

And you see right through me, don't you?

You're the big E on the eye chart.

[Munch sighs]

The cancer only gets worse.

This Dr. Majulis, he is a doctor.

He's got a machine.

He says it's like going to sleep.

Maybe there's something else they can give him.

There's nothing else.

They-- they did radiation,

surgery, chemotherapy, everything.

It's against the law, Chucky.

Helping someone commit suicide isn't against the law in Maryland.

Not yet.

The courts are just waiting to make an example of someone.

You want to be that guy?

You want to spend the rest of your life in the pen?

The doctor said he did it before.

- Nobody ever got prosecuted. - You trust him?

I checked out this Dr. Majulis character.

He's a pathologist.

That's one step above trimming lamb chops.

My dad's in pain, Beau.

If he's in that much pain, he doesn't know what he wants.

You know him, Beau.

He's still the Admiral.

Remember the first time you called him that?

He still acts like he's in the Navy.

Barking orders and...

No.

I can't turn back.

Chucky, growing up in Billytown,

I used to come by to see you in your big, beautiful house.

Your mom always dressed up. Your dad so tough and cool.

You had a cleaning lady for Pete's sake.

I'd never seen anything like it.

I don't know, I just--

I always felt like I had to protect you.

Be your bodyguard.

Those days are over, man.

Do you think I can still protect you

with Dr. Majulis on the 11 o'clock news

and the front page of The Sun?

I'm a cop.

Not even a very good cop.

I can't protect you anymore.

[somber music plays]

[door clicks]

It's time.

What the hell are you doing here?

Dad, I'm taking the machine away.

Uh-uh. No, no, no. [chuckles]

You got no say in this matter.

Dad, I'm not letting you do this.

Hey, what are you doing there?

You leave that alone, you hear me? You put that back.

[Chuck] Dad, he's taking it away.

Chuck, we agreed.

[Chuck] Dad, I know you're in a lot of pain, but--

You don't know nothing.

You think I want to lie here like this?

Lie in this bed and die like this

with no semblance of human dignity.

Is that what you think?

This is your doing.

[Felton] Chucky asked me for my advice.

I didn't.

[Felton] Look, Mr. Prentice.

I've been doing some quick research.

There are programs, places you can go, hospices.

You hear this? There's programs and hospices.

[Felton] They'll help you ease into your own natural--

A guy like me.

You miserable bastards.

This cancer's making me sick,

but it don't make me near sick as looking at the two of you.

Now get out of here.

Go on, get the hell out of here.

Get out! [wheezes]

[indistinct talking over police radio]

[sirens wailing]

[overlapping shouting]

[Pembleton] Okay, fellas. Who's gonna fill me in?

I am. It's Tyron, Jimmy Tyron.

Lieutenant. Does the kid have a name?

[Tyron] Charles Cortland Cox, nicknamed CC.

Local cheap-chain, small-time drug peddler.

He probably got that wound over his eye when he hit the concrete.

Did you retrieve Mr. Cox's gun?

He didn't have one. We haven't found it.

[Pembleton] He was shot in the back.

[Tyron] He ran into the crack house over on Fayette.

A bunch of us took off after the ones trying to escape.

I came around this corner into the alley

and found the kid lying right where you see him.

Are you saying that this is a police-involved shooting?

I don't know for certain, but...

Fred Hellriegel, he's one of my guys.

He stumbles and falls,

and his gun goes off accidentally and...

and we think that's probably how the kid got hit.

[Pembleton] Okay.

[clears throat] Now, if he was shot in the back, how come he's lying face up?

Boy, you second my skepticism.

Okay, um, start canvassing the crowd.

See if anybody saw anything.

- This crowd? - Yeah, why?

Yeah, and Santa reads every letter.

How do you spell "receipt"?

I before E except after C.

There's a C in "receipt"?

Like Carrie Weston says, "It's the genius of God."

He planned it so the species would propagate no matter what.

If humankind had to depend upon the perfect curve of a woman's back,

candlelight, the romantic bonding of two soulmates,

we'd wind up like the dinosaurs.

Carrie Weston says, you put a guy out there

who likes to wear a corset, something's gonna stick.

She said that, huh?

My conversation with Carrie Weston

was very enlightening, very breathtaking.

- Oh, bet. - No, really.

Did you know that 40% of all men like to wear women's clothing?

Not in my neighborhood.

I'm not talking about San Francisco or London.

I'm talking about regular guys.

What? What are you trying to say?

- Come on. - What?

How many guys are there in this unit?

Do the math. That's, like, 20 guys.

Giardello?

[Munch] He can be wearing a bikini thong under those double necks.

We wouldn't know.

This is ridiculous.

Maybe Lewis.

Lewis?

That 40% has to come from somewhere.

What?

[Pembleton] So, go on, Officer Hellriegel. You were chasing this kid.

[Hellriegel] I don't know if this is the kid or not.

My partner and me were in pursuit from the raid on this rock house.

- Your partner, uh, Ryan? - Ryan. Yeah.

- Jerry Ryan. - Okay, thanks.

And I fall.

Uh, I cut my leg on something-- Anyway.

I fall. My weapon is discharged.

- One shot? - Yes, one shot.

But you didn't actually see the bullet hit the kid, right?

No, I thought that it probably hit the asphalt, you know?

I mean, I didn't think anything was wrong.

I'd lost sight of him.

And then the next thing I know,

Lieutenant Tyron's calling me over

and th-- the hopper's dead.

Okay, good, good. Now, let me ask you another question.

When you fell down, did you fall down straight?

And by that I mean, did you break your fall with both hands or one?

One hand.

- You right-handed? - Yes.

You brace your-- you brace yourself with your right hand,

even though you have your weapon in your right hand?

I was-- I was in pursuit.

[breathing heavily] I don't remember.

Well, you fell down on your knees?

Yeah-- Well, I must have.

Look, I mean, it happened-- it happened really fast.

Ryan, now, at this time of night,

- your partner and you, uh, Jerry and you... - Mm-hmm.

...you were coming off dinner break when you answered this call?

No. Why?

Well, you wouldn't happen to have anything at dinner,

uh, with dinner, a beer or two?

No. I know the regulations on alcohol, okay?

I-- I fell. I don't know why.

Uh, Fred, if you don't mind, I'd like to inventory your pants.

[huffs] What? What is this?

Look, look, look, look. This is no big deal.

I just need your pants inventoried, all right?

What, you don't think I fell?

Well, I think you fell down. I just don't know where.

Ok-- okay.

You want my pants?

Th-- then-- then I want a lawyer.

- I want my union lawyer. - Look, look, look.

- Listen, come on, come on. It's not like-- - No, no, look.

[stammers] What difference does it make?

I mean, I fall, I don't fall.

Either way, I'm going to get my ass handed to me.

Look, look, look, look, I am not internal.

- I am not the judge. - [scoffs] Right.

I just need to know for myself, and I don't know.

Oh, no? I'm done talking.

- This-- this is-- - [Hellriegel] No.

Perhaps I'm not being...

articulate.

So I want to put this as simply as I know how.

Stanley, unless you meet with Carrie Weston tonight...

I have no other choice but to suspend you without pay.

Suspend you.

Is that clear, Stanley?

Very clear.

[sighs] Extremely clear, Lieutenant.

Consider me suspended.

If you're going to pee in my brains,

do me the decency of lifting the toilet seat first.

Chief. Pembleton, line one.

Dad, how about some dinner?

No.

Come here, son.

Please, come here.

There's a gun over there in that bureau.

I want you to get it for me.

Dad, what are you talking about?

There's [indistinct].

Go get it now.

Dad, I-- [sighs]

Just get it.

[Chuck sighs]

Where did you get this?

Chuck, I want you to do it.

Do it? Do what?

No way.

Take your pills. Look-- Did-- did you take your pills?

I don't need any pills.

I'm going to die tonight. Just do it, Chuck.

No. Look, it's wrong.

Please just help me.

Daddy...

Just do it.

Why don't you do it?

That's what you want. You do it.

[both breathing heavily]

I don't know if I have the guts.

I'm alone here...

and I hurt.

Dad.

Dad.

[Chuck panting]

[Crosetti] The son said he's been despondent. He's been in a lot of pain.

There's no note.

Maybe he's not the literary type.

How many despondent individuals you know

- shoot themselves in the forehead? - It happens.

- Without contact? - It happens, Meldrick.

Yeah, what also happens is some sons don't want to pay their father's medical bills.

- That happens too. - It's the old man's gun.

[sighs] Bullets don't know that.

There's no signs of a struggle here.

There's no missed shots.

There's something fishy going on here, Crosetti.

What's, uh-- what's the son's name?

His name's Chucky Prentice.

Okay, so, why don't we take Chucky Prentice,

we take him down with GSR, and we get this over with?

Oh, you're just being sadistic, Meldrick.

Y-- you just want to make this into a murder to tick me off.

No, no, you just want to go get a cheese stick.

We take him down, we check for gunpowder residue,

and then we'll be done with it, okay?

Why don't we forget about Chucky Prentice?

Why don't we just check out those three hobos

that are hiding behind the [indistinct]?

It's a suicide, Meldrick.

[overlapping shouting]

[officer] They will be investigating the situation.

Please, stay behind the line.

[Giardello] Anybody in the neighborhood see anything?

[Bayliss] Not that they're telling.

[Giardello] What about the bullet?

[Bayliss] Haven't found it yet.

[Pembleton] Uh, no one heard a gun go off.

I mean, none of the uniforms.

Fifteen guys in the area, no one heard a gunshot.

I relieved Hellriegel of his weapon.

It had only been fired once.

You see, it's the buttons on Cox's shirt are torn.

See that? The threads are still frayed straight out.

Buddy boy here was being yanked around by somebody.

Let's, uh, check Cox's hands for fibers.

I want you to get Hellriegel's pants and shirt, too, okay?

- [glass shatters] - [indistinct shouting]

I want to talk to Hellriegel myself,

and I want the both of you at my office in one hour.

Got it?

Why am I starting to be very happy

that you're the primary on this?

[restaurant din]

[jazz plays over speakers]

- Munch? - I'm not here to talk to you.

Barkeep.

- What can I get you? - [indistinct] My life is over.

You see, I've lost my partner, so I don't want to be a detective anymore.

I've considered all the other possible partners,

but none of them works out for me.

There's no one who can insult the way I dress

or the way I drive, the way I eat,

my politics, my handwriting,

my posture, my health,

my brand of toothpaste.

But he's suspended.

This all could have been avoided.

Yeah, it could have been avoided.

All my partner had to do was go visit

with this really very nice woman.

He would, under any other situation, visit with a very nice woman.

But the department makes it mandatory,

so he's got to make a stand.

He thinks he's standing on principle,

but what he's doing is ruining my life!

- [Bolander] Munch. - So what's left for me?

Maybe I'll go to the rainforest and save some trees.

Or maybe I'll practice prayer and abstinence

and save the poor souls in India.

Or maybe I'll buy a used van

and drive across this great country of ours

and wherever this van breaks down,

I'll just throw open the back doors and put on puppet shows.

Or maybe I'll become clinically depressed,

shrivel up and die.

Life is simple. Homicide is hell.

What I wouldn't do for a Viking funeral right now to cheer me up.

[sighs] Munch.

I will keep the appointment. I'll see her tonight.

Hey, you know what? Don't do me any favors, okay?

He a friend of yours?

- Worse. He's my rabbi. - [bartender laughs]

What the hell happened?

He shot himself.

He shot himself?

Yeah.

Sit down.

How far was the gun from his head?

Look, I don't know.

However far he would hold the gun.

I wasn't there.

Chucky, I know.

They know.

Does a fish know water?

We swim in friggin' lies every day.

The only question is, how much can they prove?

How close were you when you shot him?

It's a murder.

Well, it seems to me if you GSR this Chucky Prentice,

you find residue on his hands, you'll know.

You know, I don't have all day to wait for the damn test.

By the time we get him back from the lab,

it's gonna be a month, right?

I wanna get this guy now.

Maybe I should go to prison, Beau.

Chucky, do you think that what you did is right?

Yeah.

His life was over.

He wasn't the man he was anymore.

[Felton sighs]

Stick to your story.

The old man shot himself.

That's all you say. That's all you know, okay?

You're under no obligation to make this interesting.

The old man shot himself.

- What are you doing in here? - Nothing.

No, Beau, what were you doing in there?

I was just messing with him.

- Yeah? - Yeah, that's all.

[Lewis] Mr. Prentice.

We got a problem here.

The medical examiner found a spent .38-caliber slug in Cox's clothing,

and we're checking to see if it matches the bullets in Hellriegel's gun.

- [Pembleton] The bullets struck Cox-- - [Giardello] Accidentally.

[Pembleton] He lived long enough to stumble

into the middle of the alley where he collapsed and died.

At least, that's the theory.

So what's Officer Hellriegel saying?

Nothing. Nothing.

His union lawyer says that if ordered, he'll submit a report

that explains his actions during the incident,

but other than that, he's not saying a word, not making a statement.

- So order him. - [Giardello] We can't.

If the report is a response to a direct order, it is involuntary

and therefore can't be introduced in court.

So, if he's guilty, we can't use it to get a conviction.

A conviction?

Hellriegel has no prior record of excessive force.

What we are talking about here is an accident.

Then why won't he talk?

Because you scared him, Frank.

You sledgehammered him as usual.

Okay, look, wait.

Now maybe we'll get lucky and be able to ride this one out.

[Giardello] What do you mean?

We'll wait a few days, see how the press and the community react.

If no one gets crazy, we'll let it go, but I'm telling you right now,

if they start screaming racism, police brutality,

we'll have to nail Hellriegel to the cross.

Wait a minute. Let me get this straight.

What you're saying, is accident or not,

Hellriegel would go to jail.

If not, some storefront activist will be

yelling departmental cover-up.

I will not be a party to this.

Please, Al, don't climb up on that high horse of yours.

Meanwhile, Detective Pembleton, I want you to pursue this case aggressively.

[door slams]

If this blows up in our faces, I want you to be ready with the facts.

Every report you hand in to Lieutenant Giardello,

I want copied to me, to the Colonel here,

and to the Deputy Commissioner.

[Pembleton] Yes, sir.

That's it.

[door slams]

[Pembleton sighs]

The old man killed himself.

- We got that part. - [Lewis] Where were you?

- Downstairs. - [Lewis] Downstairs?

What were you doing downstairs?

Look, the old man killed himself. That's all you know.

[Lewis] That's all I know?

I mean, that's all I know.

Chucky, what's going on here?

The old man killed himself.

All right, we're going to stop asking questions.

Now I'm just going to pull the string out of the back of your neck.

"The old man killed himself. The old man killed himself."

The old man killed himself.

What the hell is going on here?

You know, I think I need to go have a conversation with a friend of ours.

[door clicks]

Don't you ever tamper with one of my suspects.

I told you, I was messing with him. We always do that.

- Oh, you were just trying to help, huh? - Yeah. Hey, calm down.

I'm not finished with you.

Don't be an ass.

You know him, don't you? You do, don't you?

Keep your hands off me.

You.

Don't you lie to me.

You lie to me, you're going to be looking for your teeth in that toilet.

Now I want the truth.

[both panting]

It's what the old man wanted.

Harry Prentice was hard as a [indistinct] before he got sick.

Why should he have to die crapping in his bed

with tubes sticking in him and out of him?

What does it matter who pulled the trigger?

It ain't up to you!

It ain't up to you.

It ain't up to-- to Chucky.

It ain't even up to Chucky's father, man.

You go when you're supposed to go.

Well, if that part's not up to you,

then I don't know what the hell is anymore.

You go when you're supposed to go,

and everything else is homicide.

Intervention in the death of another person

is homicide, Beau.

Look, I hate the fact that Chucky killed his father, okay?

But there's nothing I can do about that now

except help my friend,

who's going to have to live with what he did

every day for the rest of his life.

I know what you want me to do.

And-- and I can't do it, Beau.

I can't do it, and I won't do it, even if I wanted to!

I'm asking you to look the other way.

The ballistics are inconclusive.

All he has to do is stick with the story,

and they can never pin this on him, except for the GSR.

Which means I got to bring him in here,

give him a can of Ajax, and have him wash his hands.

And then it'll go down in the books as a suicide,

and Harry's name will come off the board.

- [door clicks] - [Lewis] Come back later!

You could do this, couldn't you?

You could!

Because it would be easy for you.

You think it was easy for me to ask you?

[Lewis panting]

- [door clicks] - [water running]

Margie went to a seminar.

"Revisit your spirituality," uh,

you know, "Find your third ear."

She tells me we're in trouble. She wants to go to marriage counseling.

I say, okay. I lay out the money.

We-- we meet as a couple, we meet as individuals.

We take the dog along to one session.

We talk about touching, we talk about feeling,

we talk about talking.

And then this 30-year-old, snot-faced,

crystal-sucking counselor...

tells her, behind my back,

that she's going to have to leave me if she's going to find herself,

her inner self, her inner ear.

So that's what Margie did.

She left me and went to Los Angeles.

[sighs]

I could have told her to go find herself.

I mean, I didn't need somebody else to tell her that,

if that's what I wanted to tell her.

But she's gone.

And I'm out $7,000.

$7,000.

Detective Bolander--

If you people are so good, why don't you give a money-back guarantee,

like they do with a muffler job?

You know what I mean? People come in for marriage counseling.

Either save the marriage, or you give the money back.

$7,000.

I'm sorry.

What's that supposed to be? Some kind of appeasement?

That doesn't work.

I'm at war with you and your kind.

$7,000 worth.

You were wronged.

She didn't even tell me she was thinking about it.

Ab-- about leaving me.

Your wife made a mistake.

Not to include you in making that decision.

Yeah. I-- Well--

Margie's a hell of a woman, I mean--

When I think about it, when I can get past the idea

of blowing all that money, I don't blame her.

She was looking for an adventure.

It wasn't going to be with me.

We all want adventures, don't we?

She shouldn't have left in that way.

No, she shouldn't. You're right.

But Stanley...

your anger isn't about money.

It isn't even about Margie.

It's about you.

No, it's about the money.

This is about how Margie could trust

someone else's advice over yours.

This is about you.

This is about how somebody took away

something very vital to who you are.

You're not getting it.

No, no, it's--

it's about the money.

I want some kind of restitution.

I think you deserve it.

- You do? - I do.

You know, you're not so bad.

[Bolander sighs]

Mr. Prentice, we're now going to take you down to the lab

where we will administer a test on your hands for gunpowder residue.

Let's go, Chucky.

You look like hell.

You should get washed up before we go.

Detective Felton will show you.

You're the primary on this one, man.

[Bayliss] Why is she going to give us this test?

What is this? This is some sort of a-- a psychological profile, right?

[Munch] Uh-huh. It's 20 multiple choice questions.

- Well, what's it worth to you? - What?

- What, the questions? - The questions and the answers.

You're going to give me your answers?

Well, at a reasonable rate, yeah.

Why would I have the same answers as you, Munch?

- I'm sane. - Okay.

[Carrie] Sexual intercourse occurs

100,000,000 times

every day.

Sex is a strong motivating factor.

You must consider it

when dealing with your murder victims,

with your suspects, with your partners,

your bosses.

Most importantly, within yourselves.

Respect the urges within you.

Act upon them.

Spontaneously.

If not, you'll be committing emotional homicide.

That's all for today.

- Thanks for your attention. - [all] Thank you.

That was very good what you said about being spontaneous.

- Thanks. Yes. - Will you go out with me?

You mean on a date?

I guess that's a no.

I make it a rule not to date people I'm working with.

Well, seminars will be over in a week.

How about after that?

Stanley...

while I was at graduate school,

I was part of a research team.

Every day we'd take this boat

out to an uninhabited island.

A big rock, really.

And we'd study the behavior of birds.

The sexual behavior of birds.

- Seagulls, primarily. - Mm-hmm.

We determined that 14%

of all female seagulls are lesbians.

What?

These female gulls form a stable union,

like their heterosexual counterparts.

They mate, lay eggs, which are sterile, of course.

Wait, are you telling me that you are--

I'm saying that

I'm fresh out of a bad relationship myself.

Birds of a feather shouldn't always flock together.

Mm-hmm.

I got the firearms report on the .38 slug

that was recovered in Cox's clothing.

The bullet doesn't match. It's not from Hellriegel's gun.

Well, according to this report,

the .38 was a .158 grain round nose.

The police department had to use that kind of ammunition

since the [indistinct] were sweeping the [indistinct].

- Meaning? - Cox was killed by a civilian.

Well, maybe, but my gut tells me

that it was one of the uniforms at the scene.

I want all the uniforms from eastern, southern and northwest

to submit their revolvers to evidence control.

No.

Look, Gee.

Cox was killed with a .38 slug,

running from men with .38 revolvers.

Where else do we start looking but at the men who have the guns?

I've seen more than my share of police-involved shootings.

Most were good. Some not so good.

Some clearly with evil intent.

I've even seen times where the suspect needed to be shot

and shot repeatedly, but wasn't.

The use of lethal force is subjective. It's instinctive.

Gee, Gee, Gee, regardless of the circumstances--

regardless of the circumstances,

when a cop shoots somebody, he stands by it.

He picks up the radio mic and he calls it in.

He stands by the body.

If not, cops are no better than anybody else.

What about cops who send other cops to prison?

What about them?

Look, Gee, are you going to order the uniforms

to turn in their revolvers or not?

Look, I want the truth to come out as much as you do.

But what you're asking for, it'll cost.

Do you understand?

You'll tear a rift right across every officer on the street.

You'll turn brother against brother.

And before I let you do that, you better make sure

you have more than your gut to go on.

Fine.

I'll have Barnfather give the order.

[door slams]

You son of a bitch, Pembleton.

Son of a bitch.

[Felton] So this is it.

The legendary SS John W. Brown.

The ship that took your old man all over the world.

[Chuck] Let's see what the big deal was.

Why Dad loved this old piece of tin more than my mother and me.

Not more. Different.

When I was a kid...

uh, maybe two or three...

he took us to the eastern shore.

He said, "Let's go in for a swim."

I was afraid.

"Get in the water."

[whining] "Mommy!"

He picks me up, tosses me in,

figuring I'd learn by trying to survive.

I sank like a stone.

They did mouth-to-mouth.

My mom sobbing.

From then on, Dad didn't want to have too much to do with me.

I never shared his chub for the water.

At least you knew your father.

At least you've got sons.

So go make a son.

Stupid, isn't it?

All I wanted, ever, was my father's approval.

And finally the only way I could get it was to kill him.

When your dad dies, Chucky...

no matter what your relationship was with him,

all the rules change.

You move to the first run on the ladder.

Maybe now you don't have to struggle so hard

to be the man he raised you to be.

Maybe now you can...

just be the man you are.

Come on, my wife's got dinner waiting on us.

[Chuck] She really is a beauty, isn't she?

[Felton] Yeah. She is a beauty.

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