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[Bolander] What a load of-- [indistinct] Dan Lipson?

How about Alan [indistinct]?

Johnny U, that's Baltimore football.

What are you still whining about?

I would have thought you'd be happy

we have our own team again.

This team's not the Colts.

The Colts are in the NFL.

These whoevers,

they're in the Canadian Football League.

I find the CFL's game very entertaining.

It's kind of a souped-up version of the American classic.

The field is, what, 120 yards long?

With 35-yard end zones?

That's not a football field, Munch.

That's the golf course at Oakmont Green.

Theirs is a game built more for speed and mobility,

not three yards in a cloud of dust.

I say, if you're gonna imitate an American sport,

then do it like Americans.

They don't want to play our game.

That's why they invented their own.

Then let them play it.

But we're in America.

I mean, we shouldn't be playing their version here.

That's a sacrilege.

That flies in the face of the tradition

of Balto football history.

That's some tradition.

The owner packs up the team

and sneaks off in the middle of the night.

What's up, fellas?

Stan's on a tear about the Canadian Football League.

It ain't the Canadians.

What's wrong with American sports

is you type of Americans.

- What type is that, Big Man? - [Lewis] Yeah.

The type who don't remember their heroes,

who don't believe in miracles anymore.

Yeah, the type

who bet against Buffalo winning a Super Bowl.

[Munch sighs]

You done with the sports page, Big Man?

Yeah.

Even God wouldn't bet on the Bills.

[theme song playing]

[music fades]

[calm music playing]

[Bayliss] Frank? Where'd you wander off to?

I just had a little one-on-one with a potential witness.

A witness in the Marilyn Callisto murder?

- Mm-hmm. - What'd they say?

As usual, he was silent.

Oh, that's too bad.

Because we could really use a break in this case, Frank.

Three young women,

all killed within the last 48 hours,

all in the exact same manner.

We're due a break, huh?

You got any background on Callisto?

Well, she used to take in

these teenage pregnant street girls.

She believed in them.

She redeemed them.

And just like Goodrich and Lundy,

she was a good Catholic

who used all of her time and energies to help others.

Damn him.

- Who, the killer? - God.

[sighs] Frank.

I really don't think you can ask God to damn himself.

Okay?

And if you are,

just move away from me, okay?

Because I don't want to get hit by lightning.

This is a brand-new suit, Frank.

Why does God allow good people to suffer?

Why exactly did he allow his own son

to die in torment?

He died to save the world. Hmm.

Ah, but here we are, still, in an alley,

asking questions with no answers.

You know something, Frank?

You Catholics, you are all so tortured,

you know that?

I mean, you're just so prone to despair.

Turning your back on God,

that is the worst sin of all.

Even I know that, Frank.

The worst sin in my book?

The killing that goes unpunished.

The archdiocese would like to post

a $25,000 reward

to help find this killer.

That's very generous, Monsignor.

But totally unnecessary.

- In fact, it'll work against us. - How so?

That money will bring out every screwball

with a cash flow problem.

They'll all claim to have seen the murder.

I'll bet we even get a couple of sightings

of the Virgin Mary and Elvis.

For every lead that reward might deliver,

there'll be 100 that leads nowhere.

We simply don't have the time to chase each one down.

Gentlemen, Lieutenant Russert,

the archbishop is very disturbed about what's going on.

These women were beaten, strangled to death,

and left naked at three of our churches.

So far, we've been willing to bow

to your experience in remaining silent.

But now the archbishop feels

we must be more forthcoming to the public

before another life is lost.

We understand,

but if only we could have a little more time.

We're so close with several leads.

The white cotton gloves,

a wig found at a similar murder site in Iowa.

[Monsignor] We know you're making your best effort.

We simply do not want the public to feel

it's more dangerous to go to church

than to a crack house.

Oh.

[man] There's a woman behind St. Lukes[indistinct].

The first two tips telling us

where to find the bodies of Goodrich and Lundy

came directly into this office.

[man] Are you there?

This tip on Callisto was phoned

into a police station in Union Square.

Maybe the killer wants publicity.

What do you mean?

Well, we've been able to keep a lot of information secret

because the calls have been coming directly to us.

Now, if he calls a regular station house,

then there's a lot more chance of a leak.

So, Nut Boy still is disguising his voice,

but now maybe he wants to be famous?

Maybe.

Hey, Goodrich, Lundy, and Callisto

all attended a Planned Parenthood convention

in Los Angeles last year.

[Munch] Planned Parenthood, huh?

That's probably one convention

you can count on condoms being readily available.

[dramatic music playing]

Any word from ME?

[Bayliss] No, I'll give them a call back now.

No, I'm going down there.

Scheiner always goes a little faster

when I'm breathing down his neck.

Damn it, Beth, you've got no right

not letting me see my kids.

All right, all right.

I'm sorry, our kids.

If the kids are unhappy, then let me see them.

You will? When?

Tomorrow lunchtime. Thank you.

- [phone ringing] - Howard, Homicide.

Hey, Beth.

Lunch tomorrow?

Sure. What time?

- Fire inspector? - Fire inspector.

We talked, she knows the bar, says it won't be a problem,

but she can't get there till next week.

- Building inspector? - Slight snag, he's out sick.

He's scheduled to do the tour 8:00 a.m. Thursday

if his rabies clears up.

- [Lewis] Health inspector? - [Munch] Health inspector,

I'm meeting him tomorrow morning at 10:00 a.m.

He's a nice guy. I dated his sister once.

- Oh, yeah? - [Munch] Yeah.

All of these bureaucrats have to sign off

- before we can buy the bar? - That's the way it works, Tim.

Well, why can't they just have one guy come down

and just check out everything?

I mean, I'm no expert,

but I'm starting to believe in less government, you know?

Because there's too much regulation,

there's too many shackles,

and business should be free of these kinds of restraints.

Anyway, what do I know? I'm just a silent partner.

Does he seem silent to you?

[Howard] Coffee?

Yeah, thanks.

You know, sometimes after these marathon shifts,

I get these coffee headaches,

and the only way I can get rid of them

is to drink more coffee.

- How about I buy? - What? Buy?

This is squad's coffee, it's free.

I'd still like to buy, huh?

This is awkward.

Bad career move, in fact. [laughs nervously]

- Hey, forget it. - What?

I don't need the new shift commander PO'd at me.

There's a woman-to-woman thing.

- Is this about Beau? - Yeah.

How does that go?

"Sleep with a cop, sleep with his partner."

I'm the only one who knows.

I'm the only one he told and I made him tell.

And you don't approve?

All right, well, see it from my end, you know,

I'm still on the street, closing my cases 100%.

Because Beau and I are in tune. In sync.

I've got Beau covering my back.

You two can't be a secret forever, it's bound come out.

There'll be the jokes, the snide remarks,

bitching about favoritism,

and one of you is gonna be transferred,

and somehow it's not gonna be the new female shift commander, huh?

So that leaves me solo with no one

except maybe his wife and I

to cry on each other's shoulders.

What's she like?

Caucasian, 5'6", 105 pounds,

no distinguishing marks.

Nothing distinguishing at all,

except maybe a husband who made it out of South Baltimore

to become a homicide detective.

That's a world she doesn't understand

and can't compete with, huh?

I'm not competing.

That's what winners always say.

So she wants him back.

With all the upstanding eligible bachelors

craving a mother with three small children,

what does she need Beau for?

Frank.

- We may have a witness. - [Pembleton] A witness?

Yeah, she says she saw who killed Marilyn Callisto.

[Pembleton] Oh, yeah, right.

Look at her.

She's a barfly out of Pigtown, hangs out at cop bars.

She probably heard two boys in blue

talking about the case over shots and beers,

so she comes down here figuring

she can get something for nothing.

She did ask for something, didn't she?

Come on, what was it?

I gave her a cigarette.

[laughs]

And if you went so far as to offer her a drink,

well, she'll tell us she was on a flight to Chicago with OJ.

She was in the parking lot

behind St. Luke's sitting in her car.

She saw an Oldsmobile or a Chevy.

She's not quite sure which.

Two guys get out of the car, they open up the trunk,

lift out a body, and tow it in the dumpster.

Two guys? She can ID them?

[Bolander] She didn't really see their faces clearly.

[snorts] Of course not.

Okay, but she did get a partial plate,

287, she thinks.

Oh, so she's down there looking for a partial reward?

Come on, she's a joke.

- She knows about the white gloves. - What?

- Stan, you got an address on this woman. - Mm-hmm.

Take Tim, go to her apartment and find out everything you can.

Okay, I'm gonna have a little chat with her in the box,

find out what she really knows and how she really knows.

Frank, go slow.

- [Frank chuckles] - You see me smiling?

Hi.

- I'm Frank Pembleton. - Pamela Wilgis.

It's nice to meet you.

[Pembleton] Nice to meet you, too, Pamela.

So she was wearing gloves?

- Yeah, I seen it. - You seen what?

When the two guys dumped her.

You got an ashtray?

Was she heavy?

Was it hard for them to get her into the dumpster?

One guy lifted her,

and the other guy held the top open.

- You seen his face? - Whose face?

You told the other officer you saw the killer's face.

- I did? No, I didn't. - Mm-hmm.

What, are you calling this officer a liar?

I didn't see no face on either of them.

I seen the license plate.

- 258, right? - 287.

I didn't see the rest of it.

What's the last line on that poster?

[nervous laugh] I don't have my glasses.

I was wearing my glasses.

You know, the doctor says to me

that I gotta wear my glasses all the time.

And I have to admit, I am sort of vain.

Well, put your glasses on...

and read the bottom line on that poster.

I don't have them with me.

Tell me more about the gloves. What were they like?

- They're white. Cotton. - Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

They got stitching on the back

of the hand along the knuckle.

They are proper ladies' gloves.

So you can see that kind of detail on the gloves

all the way from your car without your glasses?

- I had my glasses. - Hmm.

And then when the two guys went away,

I got up and I took a closer look.

Frank, your wife's on the phone.

Stan just radioed in from Pamela's apartment.

Only the name on the lease is JMJ Wilgis.

JMJ, a brother, sister?

Landlord says she lives alone.

And it appears that Pamela, or JMJ, or whoever,

has a predilection for white cotton gloves.

He saw white cotton gloves?

[Giardello] Through a bathroom window.

12 pairs hanging on a clothespin from her shower curtain.

It's her. She's the killer.

- She's the killer. - Yeah. [chuckles]

The electronic scratch on those anonymous calls?

- Uh-huh. - She used a device

to disguise her voice to make it sound like a man's.

Sorry about the interruption, JMJ, it was rude to me.

- My name is Pamela. - Oh, Pamela.

Do you have a light?

Hmm. I'm confused.

Why does the lease to your apartment read

"JMJ Wilgis"?

My lease?

What are your initials standing for, JMJ?

Pamela. It's Pamela.

- Then who's JMJ? - [Pamela laughs]

Is she, what? Your sister?

Why does she have 12 pairs of white cotton gloves

hanging on her shower curtain?

[dramatic music playing]

- Answer me! - You can't treat me like crap!

Sit down.

- Go to hell! - Sit down!

- No! - Sit down!

[speaking with accent] Where am I? Who are you?

Oh, come on. No games.

It's been a long day already, okay?

Whose cigarette is that?

Oh, Mary save us!

- They're repulsive. - Pamela.

I'm not Pamela.

I'm Sister Mary Maude.

- What's with the Irish accent? - I don't know.

[Pembleton] Oh, you're a nun!

With an MA in classical languages.

Oh, I get it!

The old split personality defense, classic.

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

- She's lying. - [Pembleton] All right.

[Pembleton speaking in Latin]

[Mary speaking in Latin]

Would you also like to test me Greek?

This is not gonna work, Pamela.

Stop calling me Pamela.

Pamela. Pamela.

Pamela.

Have another cigarette, Pamela.

[dramatic music playing]

[Pamela exhales] I'm thirsty.

[Pembleton] Who's thirsty, Pamela or Mary Maude?

- Someone else was here. - What happens next?

You start spitting pea soup? Or does this table levitate?

I want a drink.

Well, how many of you want something to drink?

Five, ten, 20? How big's the party?

You got no right to make fun of me.

- [Pembleton laughs] - I've got a disorder.

I've been diagnosed by a legitimate doctor.

I got inside of me several different people.

- Me. Mary Maude. - I met her.

JM-- Ah, there are others. I don't know.

Let's get the department shrink to ride shotgun for Frank.

Are you kidding? Look at the way he's smiling.

He's having a ball.

Tell JMJ

I want to talk to her.

[dramatic music playing]

If you want to talk to JMJ,

you have got to call her.

What the hell is he doing?

Watch and wait.

Well, tell JMJ

that I'd like to see her.

I don't talk to her.

Whatever he's doing, it's inappropriate.

Don't you see he's playing her game?

- [Pamela] I only know she's in here. - She's faking.

[Pamela] They don't know about me.

I am the dominant of the world.

He'll trip her up.

- The dominant? - That's what they call it.

I know about the others,

but they don't know about each other.

[Pamela chuckles]

- So you know JMJ? - Mm-hmm.

- But you can't talk to her? - Mm-mm.

You know her, but she doesn't know about you.

Yeah.

I don't really understand it all,

but it's what the doctor tells me.

Oh, no.

Al, faking or not, he's crossing the line here.

[Pembleton] If I want to talk to JMJ...

Give him time.

[Pembleton] ...I'll have to call her.

JMJ.

Can you hear me, JMJ?

Hello?

Oh, this could be thrown back in our face. He's all over her.

We could end up with a lawsuit for sexual harassment.

- This is the box. - [Pembleton] JMJ.

He knows what he's doing. He can't be second-guessed.

- Ding-dong, JMJ. - [Pamela laughs]

Al, Al, he's out of control.

You want to stop him, it's your call.

[Pamela laughs]

You are a mean son of a bitch.

Mean son of a bitch? Me?

I didn't kill eight innocent women, Pamela.

- You did. - No, I didn't.

Oh, if you didn't, you know which one did.

Mary Maude? JMJ?

JMJ? JMJ?

- JMJ? Does JMJ scare you? - No.

She does, doesn't she? JMJ?

- JMJ, we need to talk. - All right, just don't.

- No. - JMJ, we need to talk.

- Well, she scares you. Yeah. - Don't, don't.

She's destructive, she may hurt someone again.

- She may hurt you or someone. - Oh, just drop dead!

JMJ, you got to stop Pamela from telling on you, JMJ.

- I'm gonna get Pamela to tell me everything, JMJ. - All right, shut up!

I want JMJ here in front of me.

- She won't come. - I want JMJ right now!

I want JMJ right now!

JMJ?

JMJ?

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph?

JMJ, the nuns used to make us write that

at the top of our worksheets every day, JMJ.

I won't let her come. She gets screwed if she comes.

JMJ, I order you to come

in the names of Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

Come out.

- Hi. - [JMJ laughs]

Do you know where you are?

You're in a police station. Do you know who I am?

I'm Detective Pembleton, Homicide.

You killed eight people.

I'm seven, duh!

- She's crazy. - She's making me crazy.

I've dated women like that.

- Oh, yeah. - Oh, yeah.

- Don't start that. - Don't start that.

- Okay. - Okay.

- I, JMJ Wilgis... - I-- Whoa!

JMJ

Wilgis...

- ...confess to... - ...conf--

...confess...

...to the murders...

- ...to the murder... - ...of...

- [JMJ laughs] ...der... - ...ders...

- ...s... - ...s...

- ...of... - ...of...

Marilyn Callisto...

Come on, Marilyn Callisto-- You do what I do, right?

Marilyn Callisto,

Katherine Goodrich.

Come on, Katherine Goodrich.

[JMJ singing]

Write their names down.

- Hey, you write their names. - Hey, you write their names.

- You murdered them. - You murdered them.

- Write who they are. - Write who they are.

I don't like you.

[JMJ blows raspberry]

Close cover before striking.

My daddy told me never to play with matches.

My mommy told me never to play with matches.

Oh, that's it. He's gone too far.

- I have to stop this, Al. - Don't.

[JMJ] Ow.

[knocking on door]

There's someone here to see an Annabella Wilgis.

Annabella Wilgis?

He's here.

[Pembleton] Who's here, the killer?

He's coming.

Sit down. Who are you now?

My name, young man, is Annabella Wilgis.

And how dare you speak to me like that?

Here he is.

Your interrogation of my client is over, Detective.

Your client?

I'm Darin Russom, Miss Wilgis' lawyer.

You're a lawyer? Her lawyer?

Miss Wilgis is not here of her own choosing.

- She came in as a witness. - [Russom] It's hot in here.

What are you doing? Torturing my client?

[Pembleton] She came in here voluntarily.

[Russom] You don't seem to understand

the scope of my client's disorder.

She asked you to meet her here? You planned this?

You called ahead because you knew you'd need a lawyer?

Five minutes, that's all I need. I'm this close! Gee!

We can't hold her yet.

We don't have enough hard evidence.

We have to let her go.

You were close, weren't you?

[Pembleton] Gee, it's her!

I'm sorry, Frank.

She kills eight people, walks out free, and I get sued?

- Russom claims you burned her. - She burned herself.

He says you manipulated Wilgis' alter into burning herself.

So let her alter sue me.

No, he says her alter intends to.

Relax, Frank.

The gloves we found in her apartment

match the gloves found on each of the victims.

- [Danvers] Circumstantial. - We got the credit card slip from the store in Towson

- where she bought the darn gloves. - [Danvers] That's not the point.

- Which side are you on? - [Danvers] Yours.

Part of being public advocate is playing devil's advocate.

Hey, Ed. What about the ball-peen hammer we found in her kitchen?

I mean, a woman can easily kill another woman with that thing.

One in the front, one in the back.

We ran a blood [indistinct] right on the spot,

but it didn't turn for any blood residue,

so we decided to send it off to lab for more testing.

Guys, you're not hearing me.

All right? Normally I'd say, "Great.

Some of this stuff you've got is pretty good."

But this is not your average case.

We're talking about a woman who claims

to be at least four different people.

So we get one of the alternate personalities

to testify against the killer?

You're making her testify against herself.

I'm saying she has multiple personality disorder.

- That helps her, not me. - [Munch] I got it. I got it.

Why don't we charge one of the personalities with harboring a fugitive?

Or I could just audition as the court's new jester, all right?

Look, here's the point, all right?

This is not about evidence.

This is about insanity.

The voice. The voice.

We sent the tape to the Feds to be analyzed.

Now, it doesn't make any difference which personality is talking there

if that voice is hers on the tape.

Look, you're not listening. How many ways do I have to say this?

Danvers, you ride with me.

Megan, Frank, Meet me at Russom's office.

- She's confessing. - Wilgis is confessing?

Matt Rhodes just rang me up.

She's going before the cameras live

to confess to eight murders.

All eight? Not just the three here?

Oh, she wouldn't give me a confession,

but she's willing to tell all to 150,000 viewers?

Excuse me.

She's using you, you know.

Look, for giving me a live, on-camera confession,

she can use me, use me, use me.

[cameraman] Matt, come on, man. You only got ten seconds.

Can you people wait outside?

We've got a lot of bodies in here.

Good evening. I'm Alison [indistinct] with the Late 8 News.

Tonight, a stunning revelation

in the murder of three local women.

Our Matt Rhodes is in the law offices

of Baltimore attorney Darin Russom

with a Channel 8 exclusive.

Thanks, Alison.

Channel 8 has just learned that the brutal murders

of three Baltimore City women over the past two days

were all committed by the same person.

These killings are tied to the deaths

of at least five other women in two other cities.

But perhaps the most startling element of this bizarre case

is that the most tragic victim may be the killer herself.

That's right. The killer is a woman.

Annabella Wilgis.

She's joined here tonight by her attorney, Darin Russom.

Mr. Russom.

The murders are the result of the illness

from which Miss Wilgis suffers.

Multiple personality disorder,

which in turn was caused by abuse and abandonment

exacted on her in her early childhood.

By having her confess and tell her side of the story first,

he's defining the issues before we even get to court.

This isn't about murder anymore. It's about abuse.

It's about psychology.

No, why don't we just appoint Ricki Lake and Phil Donahue

to the Supreme Court and be done with it?

He forced me.

He made me do things, horrible things,

and if I didn't do them,

he hit me with his belt all over.

Teflon murderer.

Nothing will stick to her.

They might as well tattoo "helpless victim"

to her forehead.

It's horrible, the things he made me do.

I would look at a crucifix

the whole time that he was hurting me.

[Russom] Miss Wilgis is here

asking for help and understanding.

I'm truly sorry for what I did.

[Matt] Did you murder Katherine Goodrich?

Yes.

- [Matt] Did you murder Jennifer Lundy? - Yes.

- [Matt] Did you murder Marilyn Callisto? - Yes.

- [Matt] Did you murder Mary Ann Newcomb? - Yes.

[Matt] Did you murder Jennifer Lundy?

She has presence, you've got to admit it.

She knows exactly what she did.

From day one, every minute, she knew what she was doing.

So what's that, like, premeditated craziness?

She is great looking.

Oh, Munch. Don't even joke about it, man.

[Munch] What?

Do we want to be partners in a bar

or in anything with that guy?

[Munch] What?

All I'm saying is, she wouldn't be a boring date.

Oh, I'm going to go home and sleep for three days.

My regular shift starts at 6:00 a.m.

Oh, yeah.

But tomorrow is my scheduled day off.

With this red ball over,

I'm going to get to spend the day with my kids.

That's right, and I get to have lunch with your wife.

Somehow I think I'm getting the short end

of this partnership.

Detective Pembleton.

Are you waiting for someone?

This case.

It still troubles you.

Yes.

I caught a killer who murdered eight women.

She claims to have a disorder.

That she's crazy.

I think, isn't anyone crazy who kills someone else?

Hmm?

Does that somehow mean that she's not responsible?

Does that mean that she doesn't have to suffer?

I'm angry.

I can't let it go.

I don't find it difficult

believing in this multiple personality disorder.

I-- I look and I see nothing

but souls shattered like mirrors.

Mine included.

And yours.

I keep mine in control.

Thank God for that.

Now you just have to learn to forgive yourself

for all those different personalities.

And the Wilgis woman, too.

I know that Katherine Goodrich would have,

with her dying breath, forgiven her murderer.

Fine.

And who speaks for the others?

What right do any of us have to forgive in their name?

God forgives.

Pray for him to teach you how.

I don't pray anymore.

I used to. I used to pray for answers.

A clue.

A sign of what I should do.

How to find something precious in this life.

There was a time when I thought it was my work, my job.

But is it?

Nothing in this world changes because of what I do.

The hurt goes on and on. God is...

God is giving up on us.

He doesn't hear us anymore, sister.

Do you have a family?

Yes, a wife, yes.

Do you love your wife?

Yes, very much.

Is she precious to you?

Then I'd say God is listening.

[Pembleton sighs]

[Munch] So nice place, don't you think?

Classy and clean, that's the goal.

That's our goal.

Keep it clean, sanitary, immaculate.

We'll be able to eat off the floors in this kitchen.

Not that you'd ever find any food on the floor.

Not that you'd eat it if you did find it,

- but we're just saying that's our plan. - Exactly.

This kind of desirous establishment is one

that's going to attract nothing but the best clientele.

Not to mean that we'll be elitists.

No, no, sir. No.

No back room VIP lounge

just for likes of the Devo, Sabo and Bull.

No, sir, this bar is going to be for the working class guys,

Like us. Like you, too. Baltimore's finest.

You know, they call cops Baltimore's finest,

but I think that applies to all city workers.

Did you see that refrigerator back there?

It keeps the food very cold, perfectly cold.

Just the way it should be.

So, we pass the inspection, right?

You're going to need to replace that dishwasher within the year.

And keep an eye on the water temperature.

- [Munch] Dishwasher, you bet. - [Lewis] Absolutely. I'll make a note of it.

- Other than that, thing looks pretty good for now. - [Bayliss] All right, listen.

I know I said that I didn't want to be involved,

but I sat down, I had a long talk with myself about it,

and I don't shirk my responsibilities.

So, I'm here right now to hone my business skills, all right?

- Who's he? - I'm Tim Bayliss.

- I'm a partner. What can I do?

- You can give me $34. - That's all right.

I got it right here. Processing fee.

Why are the fees always $34?

Just some sort of odd amount

to screw up everybody's checkbook, is that it?

Thanks for stopping by. We appreciate it.

Say hello to your sister Barbie for me.

I better not.

Oh, yeah, well, whatever you think is best.

Well, you say that now, but wait until he's back here

fining us for improper disposal of his chicken lard.

He's kidding. He's just kidding.

[Munch] We'll be open in a couple weeks.

[Bayliss] Right, a couple weeks if we're lucky.

But we still have to deal with the, let's see,

the fire inspector, the building inspector,

the zoning inspector, and what's next?

The cocktail napkin inspector, the maraschino cherry inspector,

and I'm sure there's some sort of regulation

on the correct way to fold a bar rag.

Makes you just want to be a Republican, doesn't it?

- Come by any time. - You can count on it.

Okay.

Take care.

[Munch sighs]

[chuckles] What?

[Felton] Come on, Allie, just step down.

- [Zack] She's scared. - [Allie] No, I'm not.

You're not helping here, Zack.

[Allie] Zack wets his bed.

I do not.

His whole room smells yucky.

[Zack] Liar!

[Felton] Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Since when do you go after her?

You know better. You're twice her age.

She's a liar. I hate her.

- He hit me. - You hit her?

[somber music playing]

- Don't ever hit her. - I didn't hit her.

I just swung my arm at her.

What was the deal that we had, huh?

I'm not through with you yet.

What was the deal we had?

When I'm not around,

you'll protect your little sister and your mother.

I can't stop any big guys.

Oh, honey, don't worry about the big guys.

I'll take care of them.

How? You're never around.

I don't care anymore anyway, because Mom says

if you don't come back, she's gonna get me a new dad.

[bell dings]

[Beth] Excuse me.

Oh, listen, whatever it is, could you ask someone else?

- I'm on my way home. - I'm Beth Felton.

I'm Beau's wife.

[somber music playing]

Oh, well, I'm Megan-- Lieutenant Megan Russert.

- Hi. - Hi.

I'm looking for Kay Howard.

We're supposed to have lunch.

Uh-huh.

Well, Kay will probably be back in a second.

- Do you want to have a seat? - Oh, yeah.

- I've got to go. - Oh, I understand.

I'm getting pretty good at being on my own.

- Bye. - Bye.

like it's getting back to normal in here.

Hey, when's Crosetti coming back from Atlantic City?

Tomorrow. You know what? I hate to admit.

I kind of missed the little booger.

Hey, guys.

Hey, Frank, this just arrived for you.

Now, aren't you supposed to tip those overnight delivery guys?

I mean, certainly, you don't have to,

but I always feel like,

"Gosh, you know, they got it here overnight."

Wilgis' red wig from the murder site in Iowa.

Too little, too late.

By this time next week,

there'll be three movies of the week,

six paperbacks, and a deck of souvenir playing cards.

The cash cow has only begun to get milked.

He's in one of those rare moods, Gee.

[Pembleton] You didn't hold her for me, Gee.

You didn't do anything to keep her here,

including grabbing that lawyer by his legal briefs.

I needed you to buy me five minutes.

- You let me down. - [Giardello] Maybe.

But you better figure out

what you're really angry about, Frank.

Is it because Wilgis may end up in a mental institution

instead of the electric chair?

Or are you ticked off

because you weren't the one to get her confession?

[heartfelt music playing]

- Hey. - Hi.

I drove by the park earlier.

Well, you said you were going to be there

with the kids, you know.

And I stopped

and watched you for a minute.

- I didn't spot you. - [laughs] No?

Oh, well, lucky you're not a detective.

- Lucky you're not a comedian. - [Russert laughs]

What'd you think?

About what?

The kids.

Well, the big one sure knows how to hit a baseball.

I know, I know.

He's got this hitch in his swing.

He's never going to get around on the really fast stuff.

He's like his old man. [chuckles]

Did you know that I'm the first male Felton

in five generations to have his original front teeth?

- Thank you for sharing. - You're welcome.

Hey, Beau.

Did you ever take that--

that refresher course in interrogation technique

that Professor Landriff teaches?

I'm not much on refresher courses.

Well, the first day, he writes on the blackboard.

"Let the suspect talk.

The interrogation is not about you."

That's good advice.

I didn't ask you here to interrogate you, Beau.

Of course not.

We don't have to try and make the other one say it.

We can say it ourselves.

Sure.

It's over between us.

Isn't it?

Yeah.

I guess I'll just-- I'll see you at work.

Yeah.

[somber music playing]

Is this the right decision?

Yeah.

Beth happy about it?

Yeah.

I don't know. We'll see.

[chuckles] You don't exactly look happy.

Happy?

Happy comes later.

Right now, we're on a 30-day trial basis,

kind of like a vacuum cleaner.

- How about the lieutenant? - What about her?

Is she okay?

What do you want me to say, Kay?

You want me to tell you that Beth and I have come to some big understanding?

Well, we haven't. Maybe we will.

I don't know. All I know is I gotta try.

Allie's front tooth is falling out.

I'm the tooth fairy.

- No one else, okay? - Okay.

Zack slides into second base and breaks his collarbone,

I'm there to take him to ER.

No one else, all right?

I remember what it was like when I broke my collarbone

when I was his age,

and my dad wasn't there to take me to the hospital.

The kids are kids.

The rest of the people involved are adults, all right?

All right. Just asking you how you are.

That's all.

My car should be ready tomorrow.

Thanks for the ride.

[heartfelt music playing]

[kids laughing]

- Annabella? - [Annabella] Yes.

- Tell me about the gloves. - [Annabella] Why?

Humor me.

No one wears white cotton gloves anymore.

They went out of fashion.

These women today

who leave home and go to work

ruined everything.

Katherine Goodrich, Jennifer Lundy,

Marilyn Callisto.

They think that they're doing good

by leaving the home and helping others.

But they would do a lot more good

if they would just stay home.

My mother wore white gloves

every Sunday to church.

She'd get in her blue Chevrolet Impala

and put her lipstick on in the rearview mirror,

and then she'd pull her white gloves on

one finger at a time.

And then she'd just snap her purse closed

and glance at her wristwatch,

which was small, it was very delicate.

Then she'd smile at me and she'd say,

"We can't keep God waiting, can we?"

And we'd drive to church.

I love white gloves.

I guess because they remind me of a time

when people would smile at each other on the sidewalks

and help each other carry the groceries into the house.

You know, we would go to Mendelsohn's drugstore

and sit at the counter, have a cold milkshake.

And we would sit on a porch...

and listen to the night, filled with tree crickets

and spring peepers.

And then the way that a young girl

would wake up one day

sharing the honor

that the blessed Virgin Mother had received.

Our naked bodies were mysteries.

They were holy.

My mother taught me that.

She stayed home to raise me.

She would wash my face and my body clean.

And when she died,

it was just short of two years ago...

I insisted

that they put cotton gloves on her hands in the coffin.

[laughs]

Why are you laughing?

Stop it.

Stop it.

Oh, lady...

you've been very clever

getting all the attention to focus on you.

I don't believe you have MPD.

But I don't care if you really do or don't.

I also don't care

how many personalities you may or may not have.

Because of you, there are eight personalities

who will never speak again.

You had no right to kill them.

Especially in God's name.

And I gotta believe,

even if you walk out of here scot-free,

God is gonna make you pay...

one way or another.

[calm music playing]

Okay.

[keys jangling]

[lock clicks closed]

I'm sure he will.

[theme song playing]