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[gentle, light music plays]

[child laughing]

[chuckling] Gee!

Munch.

What brings you to the steamy netherworld?

[Giardello] My machine broke.

[Munch] Ah, abandoned by technology.

Welcome to the club. D'you bring your own soap?

I always forget to bring my own soap,

and I wind up having to buy these teeny little boxes.

Probably cost me twice as much as that jumbo size you got there.

You bring the paper.

I'm really impressed by the amount of preparation that you go through,

the extent of it.

See, that's my problem in life,

Gee, that's what I lack.

Planning. Foresightedness.

I live for the moment.

Problem is, once the moment passes,

I'm unprepared for the next moment.

- And the next-- - Munch!

- [Munch] Yes, sir? - What day is today?

- [Munch] Sunday. - What is the significance of Sunday?

I don't know, socioeconomic, religious or--

Sunday is a day of rest,

repose, quietude.

Get my drift?

May I see the real estate section?

Please?

Thank you.

[*]

I like to read the real estate section.

You know, where we live, to a great extent, determines who we are.

Just by buying a piece of property,

I could change the public perception of who I am.

Munch, the condo dude.

Living high on the hog in Rolling Hills

with a shiny new four wheeler parked outside.

Well, what are four wheelers for, anyway?

I mean, why would a guy need a four wheeler in the city?

I mean...

[*]

I hate Sundays.

[theme music plays]

[Howard] I've had a headache since Monday.

[Felton] Maybe you got a brain tumor.

- Been policed? - [officer] Yes.

- [Howard] What's the name? - Mine or hers?

- Hers. - Audrey Resnick, widow.

- Forced entry? - [officer] He'd have to be desperate.

- She's 72 years old. - You think that's funny?

Only a moron would think that's funny.

She has a headache.

[officer] No sign of forced entry. Whoever killed her knew her.

- [Howard] Who called it in? - [officer] Neighbor, Mrs. Millicent Harding.

Let's ID this kid.

[officer] Every Wednesday at noon,

Millicent and the deceased took the bus to Eastern Avenue,

and had strawberry pie at Haussner's.

Today, when Audrey wasn't at the bus stop, Millicent came looking.

She's beaten pretty badly.

Hey, give me a hand here?

Anybody outside see or hear anything?

[officer] We're still canvassing.

[Howard exclaims in disgust]

- What is it, Kay? - Tongue's been cut out.

Cut out and stuffed back in her mouth.

Even by local standards, that's repulsive.

I used to know a girl in high school named Millicent.

Millicent Walsh. She married Eddie Sharper.

I wonder if they're still married.

I mean, how could someone do that to an old lady?

- To anyone? - I bet you they're happy.

I bet you their marriage is just chugging right along.

- Hey, Felton, look. - What?

Smell. What do you smell?

Crap. That's what you smell.

Noxious fumes. The stench of decay.

Urban decay.

The city. You know what? You can have it. I'm out of here.

I'm due some vacation. I deserve some vacation.

[Felton] Kay, we got a case here.

Yeah, well, find Lewis. Find Pembleton.

- They already took vacation. - [Felton] Kay.

Hey, hey!

- What did I do with the key? - Hey, I'm your partner, I'm your friend.

- What's wrong? - What's wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong.

I wanna go someplace.

Someplace where you can look out and see sunlight,

and clear green ocean,

and wild ducks flying over the marshes.

A place, by the way, where people don't cut out each other's tongues

and stuff 'em down each other's throat.

Home, Beau. That's where I'm going. Home.

[siren wailing in the distance]

- [piano music playing] - [song lyrics playing]

[song lyrics playing]

Give you a hand? Get a job, why don't you?

- Howard, how you doing? - How are you?

- Good. Seeing you, better! - [Howard laughs]

[Howard] Hey, Josh!

- Hey, little brother, how you doing? - [laughs] All right.

- [Howard] Hey. - Hey, Kay.

Where's Daddy?

He doesn't go out any more.

- What are you talking about? - He stopped.

- When? - [Josh] Couple of months ago.

Says he wanted more time to watch Sally, Jesse, Raphael.

- [Chick] Kay. - [Howard] Chick.

- You look lost. - Lost?

[Chick] You know, wrong turn, no map.

Dark side of Miller time.

[Howard] I haven't seen you in how long, and you don't even say hi?

Just some wise-ass remark?

- Hi. - [chuckling]

Oh!

[knocking on door]

- You wanted to see me, Gee? - [Giardello] Frank, come in. Sit down.

You're looking good, Frank. Strong and taut.

[Pembleton] Thanks.

Yes, I would say you're at your fighting peak.

Full of piss and vinegar. Able to take on anything.

- I'm not gonna do it. - [Giardello] Not gonna do what?

- Whatever it is you set me up for. - [Giardello] Sit down, Frank.

Well, no, I'm not gonna sit down. I'm not gonna do it.

Whatever it is, I'm not gonna do it.

- Frank, as a favor. - [Pembleton] No!

As a personal favor. For me.

What?

I want you to partner up, temporarily,

with one of your fellow colleagues.

- Who? - [knocking on door]

- Hey, Frank, do you want to get the lead out? - Oh, no, please!

[Giardello] It's only temporary.

- [knocking on window] - [Felton] Come on, Frank!

[man sighing]

[Eddie] Whoa! [laughs]

Look out! Look out! Here we go! Whoa!

[woman] You look around, I'm not near!

- Come on! - [laughing]

You know, Dad, we talk every other Sunday.

When I ask, "What's new?" retiring is the kind of thing I'm looking for.

He ain't retiring. He's regrouping.

[woman] Jim, Molly, sit down and behave yourselves.

- You okay? You sick? - I'm not dying, Kay. Believe me, you'd know it.

When I go, I'll have everyone sitting around the bed, weeping and wailing.

- Chick's right. You look tired. - [Kay] Well, thanks.

- Hey, sit down. Sit. - Said she looked lost, man.

It's that business you're in.

Homicide. Always shooting people.

It's not exactly a business, Dad.

I don't shoot people. I catch people who shoot people.

- Does he ever take those things off? - Never.

- I'm gonna go visit Mom. - Yeah.

- I'll go with you. - Okay.

- Well, why'd Daddy really quit? - [Chick] He's old, Kay.

You know, people stop working at a certain age.

They like to relax. Enjoy themselves.

Uh, he discovered about $75,000 worth of dry rot in Miranda Lee.

Then the IRS came after him. Small matter of unpaid taxes.

They sold her for kindling.

Sold the boat?

What's going on here, Chick?

Well, Kay, truth is, our catches are getting smaller.

Costs are going up. We're being regulated to death.

Your dad's a wise man.

The aggravation would've buried him here way too soon.

How is Liz?

Liz? Liz moved to Richmond.

Kidding. She left you?

She got a job as a travel agent.

What happened?

Kinda like Wesley's boat.

By the time I discovered the dry rot, the marriage is over.

- You seeing anyone these days? - Yeah. Sort of.

In between crime scenes and court briefs.

I'm out in the city a lot on the job,

so when I get to be at home, I like to just be home.

[gentle piano music plays]

Multiple bruises to the neck and left shoulder.

Audrey Resnick was beaten to death.

What about the tongue? [Lisa] Here it is.

Yeah, I've seen it, but what I wanna know is why the killer cut it out.

Look how clean the slice is.

Whoever did this, they didn't cut the tongue,

they chopped it, almost as an afterthought.

What about sexual assault?

She's clean. No semen. No vaginal bruising.

- I'll have a full report sent up to you in the morning. - Thanks, Lisa.

Resnick lived with her grandson?

Yeah, I got a patrol car watching the house. He hasn't turned up yet.

I wanna close this one, Frank. I wanna close it fast.

This is my first murder in a long time.

What are you talking about? Three days ago, you put down the Griswold case.

That wasn't murder, that was a killing.

[Pembleton] Oh, well, don't get subtle on me, Felton.

Hey, Griswold was a smokehound with a rap sheet two feet long,

full of rapes and assaults and assorted other dark deeds.

His death, like his life, was meaningless.

Mrs. Audrey Resnick was a sweet, innocent old lady,

who died violently in what should've been the safety of her own home.

That's a loss of life, Frank. That's murder.

Huh, well, stupid me.

I didn't know that there are now two kinds of homicides.

I didn't know that cops got to decide whose life was valuable.

Whose life is worth venging.

A little old lady is brutally beaten by someone.

Her tongue is cut out and stuffed back in her mouth.

- How can you not be outraged by that? - [Pembleton] I am, Felton.

I'm outraged about that woman in Howard County

whose car got jacked, and she was dragged to her death at 65 miles an hour.

I'm outraged about that four-year-old girl from Canton

who caught a stray bullet in the head.

I'm also outraged by the murder of Kenny Griswold,

a meaningless little smokehound.

'Cause where I come from, every life has meaning.

Even yours, Felton.

Even yours.

- Are you rich, Haskett? - Try poverty stricken.

Try barely enough to cover expenses.

What do you want, a pension plan?

Just getting by is not poverty-stricken.

- That's [indistinct]. - [siren blaring]

Chick.

[officer] Gentlemen, drop your sails.

Hello, Chick.

Boys.

Hell, unless I'm mistaken, those are devil catchers I see.

Aren't they? Dr. Bradley?

Mr. Tawes, you know that devil catchers destroy the oyster bars.

- [officer] Gonna have to return your catch, Chick. - Don't!

[Chick] Damn you! [indistinct]

[fight din]

[man] Get him! Ah!

Got him.

Come on, let's finish it.

[tense music plays]

[Felton] You have no idea where Mrs. Resnick's grandson is?

He's always taking off. Days at a time.

Audrey used to worry, but Artie eventually comes back.

[Felton] Could he have gone to see his parents?

He was living with Audrey 'cause they threw him out. Tough love.

[Pembleton] So, Artie has a discipline problem?

[Millicent] Discipline problems.

Drug problems. Girl problems.

Dental problems. You should see his teeth.

Audrey spent a fortune on his teeth. She did everything for that boy.

And now he goes and does something like this.

[Felton] Something like what, Mrs. Harding?

Killing her.

Are you saying that Artie killed his grandmother?

I have absolutely no doubt.

[Felton] Let's head over to Artie's high school.

Talk to his principal, his teachers, some of the other students.

- You should also go to see his dentist. - Why?

Teeth, tongue, there might be some connection.

Maybe we should go see his proctologist--

Hey, Felton! Got a present for you.

[Felton] What you got, Sally?

Well, I'm no hotshot homicide dick,

but my guess is it's a murder weapon.

[rock music playing]

I'll go over to DC.

Talk to the president. Man to man.

What are you gonna tell him? There is no justice? He knows already.

Want to tell him to get this country back on track.

- Way it used to be. - He's gonna get rid of income tax.

Then what? No more night games, put cigarette ads back on TV?

Damn straight.

Oh, bad luck, Chick. Real sorry.

[song lyrics coming from radio]

- Yes! - [Chris] Look at the scuzzbucket.

Sitting there like regular people.

[Kevin] Excuse me, can I get a beer over here?

- [Howard] Who is he? - Dr. Bradley.

He's a scientist. An environmentalist.

Gets a kick out of throwing oysters overboard.

Let me ask you something, doctor,

what are you getting out of busting our butts?

What is your profit in driving us out of business?

It was your choice to break the law, not mine.

"It was your choice to break the law, not mine."

[Eddie] This bar used to be full most nights.

Guys work hard. Come in. Relax and tell stories.

Now they can't afford it.

They can't even afford a lousy beer.

- That's not my fault. - Whose damn fault is it?

Look, my father was a fisherman, up in Maine.

I'm a waterman like you.

I don't wanna see it disappear, any more than you do.

But you've got to realize,

the oyster is practically an endangered species.

We're the endangered species, not the frigging oyster.

[Howard] Come on, Chick, let it go.

You better steer to starboard, pal.

- [Howard] Come on. - Stay out of this, Kay.

Probably lighten up a little bit, and still be a tough guy.

Well, Bradley's got his damn nerve, coming into our bar.

Him and his "I've got it all figured out" look.

Mr. Clean, MIT look.

[indistinct], look, all he's trying to say

is if you destroy the oyster bars,

- you're gonna destroy yourselves. - [Chick scoffing]

Well, 50 years ago, there were over 100 skipjacks in the bay.

Now...

I'm gonna be obsolete soon.

Like the Apache warrior. I'll have to get a job as a waiter.

No. Hey, I know how to use a computer.

I can get a job in a rent-a-car place.

- Why did you leave me, Kay? - I didn't leave you. I left this town.

You ever think what would have happened if you'd stayed?

Mm-mm. No.

You ever think what might have been with you and me?

Sometimes. Late at night when I can't sleep.

Yeah.

[piano music plays]

[Chick] Stay.

Oh, Chick.

[*]

- Damn. - [glass smashing]

What's the latest on Resnick?

Artie hasn't been in school the past two days.

Any record of violence?

Uh, he's peaceful enough when he's there. He's just not there that often.

I asked his principal if he thought that Artie was capable

of such a hideous crime.

He said, "They're all capable of it."

- What are you reading, Frank? - An anatomy book. The tongue is key.

Got us a great deal on a TV for our new bar.

27 inches of color. Stereo hi-fi. Remote.

- No. - [Lewis] What?

- No TV in the bar. - [Lewis] Why not?

All that chatter and salesmanship

just imposes itself on thought.

We need to have a bar where a man can come to think. To reflect.

What about sports?

Monday night football. Play-offs. World Series.

- And what about the Super Bowl? Huh? - [Munch chuckles]

I mean, why would anybody frequent a bar without sports?

Come on, Munch.

[Bayliss] Punched in Artie Resnick's sheet on the computer.

He's a bad boy, all right.

Larceny, assault and battery,

gunfight with his father, 'cause the old man wouldn't share drug profits.

"Child is father of the man."

Have you been reading again, Stan?

The best news is,

is that the fingerprints on the butcher knife

match Artie's.

That's it. So he did it.

- He killed his grandmother. - [Pembleton] Yep.

Now all we have to do is find him.

[Felton] Well, let's go find him.

What about a jukebox? Can we have a jukebox?

What happened to a good old bar where you just go in,

you talk to the bartender, you think you get depressed, and you drink,

and you go home and puke?

- [Lewis] It's outdated, Munch. - [Munch] Yeah. Laugh.

[Bayliss] I got a great idea.

- [Munch] What? - Uh, sports.

- We bring sports [indistinct]. - [Munch] No TV set, please.

- Let's just get knock hockey. - [Lewis] What is knock hockey?

Knock hockey, with knocking people--

[Munch] It's a stupid game that you guys would love.

When was the last time you guys read a book?

- [knocking on door] - [Howard] Huh?

[Wesley] Harlan, what brings you here?

[Harlan] Well, I need to see Kay, Wesley.

- She available? - [Wesley] Sure. Come on in.

[Harlan] Oh, good.

Oh, I'm sorry to drag you out of bed, Kay,

but I could use a little professional assistance.

[insects chirping]

[Howard] Looks like Dr. Bradley all right.

[Howard sighing]

[Harlan] Well, have to send him over to Fullerton for that.

Lacerations to the head, the back of the neck, throat.

He was sliced nearly 20 times in a fury.

We're looking for some kind of sharp object.

- Most likely some kind of knife. - [Harlan] Yeah.

I'd do a door-to-door. A witness would be nice. Two would be a godsend.

- That's the back door to the Island View, right? - [Harlan] Uh-huh.

You better talk to Eddie in the morning.

[Harlan] Now, now, Kay, could--

could you head up the investigation?

Oh, no, no, no, Harlan. It's not my territory.

[Harlan] Well, I-- well, we haven't had a murder in six or seven years.

And that was a clear-cut domestic dispute.

Old Mr. Garfield down there, Mason Lane,

blew his wife away because she broke the TV

in the middle of an NBA play-off game.

Celtics and 76ers. I-- I don't know where to start with this kind of thing.

[radio announcer] Tom and Harriet Banks are the lucky winners

- of this past weekend's super lottery draw. - [gentle music plays]

The pair came forward to claim their $11 million prize this morning

and face the media.

Tom Banks is an electrici--

[cartoon music plays]

- Hiya, Kay. - Hi, Chris. Can I come in?

Yea, sure. Come on in.

- Is Ellen home? - She's working. Over at Nat's.

Waiting on tables. Tips aren't bad.

We're behind on the rent. Behind on everything.

- [Howard] Chick! - Morning.

Did you hear about Bradley?

- Yeah, I heard. - [Chick] Poor bastard.

Yeah, he was cut from stem to stern.

My guess is with an oyster knife.

- Really? - Timothy, turn that down!

My head feels like the inside of a oyster. All thick and gooey.

Remember that time we went up on the roof of Chick's house,

had a couple of beers and fell off? [chuckling]

Just rolled right off. Laughing all the way.

I remember. Sure.

What happened after Chick and I left last night?

Not much. We drank some more.

- Did Bradley stay? - Uh, for a while.

- Then he left. - What time?

- Are you interrogating us? - What time?

You-- you are. You're interrogating us!

Chris, what time did Bradley leave?

I don't know. 12:30 or so?

Nothing happened. That's what you're saying?

Nothing happened.

Chick, Josh, and I drank some more.

We went home.

- You went back to the bar? - Yeah.

- Did Bradley leave before or after Chick got back? - After.

Eddie drink a lot last night?

- Eddie's on the wagon. - I asked him.

Chris, the toast.

Ah! It's stuck. It's always sticking.

[Chris grunts]

[Chris sighing]

[*]

- How drunk was he? - Who?

Haskett, how drunk was he?

I don't know, I was too drunk to notice.

Did Eddie or Chris get into an argument with Bradley?

- You don't quit, do you? - No, I don't.

Nobody got into a fight.

What, Bradley was killed by marauding seagulls?

[Chick scoffs]

Chick, they're gonna find something.

Fingerprints, a-- a-- a weapon, a witness, something.

They almost always do.

And you know what?

These guys aren't smart enough or lucky enough

to be one of the ones that gets away.

Oh, come on! Eddie and his baseball bat.

It's all bluster.

Haskett's a puppy dog. You know that.

We're oystermen for cripes' sakes! Not mafioso.

Cops have instincts, Chick.

Natural instincts. Hmm?

Well, maybe not all cops, but I do.

I have very good instincts about these kinds of things.

- My instincts say that Haskett did it. - [Chick] You're nuts.

- And maybe someone helped. - Oh, Kay!

I can tell by the consistency of the wounds

that one person did all the stabbing.

But what I don't know yet is whether somebody held Bradley while he was stabbed.

What the hell has happened to you?

Is this what you learned in Baltimore, hmm?

Not to trust the people you love?

What I learned in Baltimore

is people get murdered for all kinds of reasons.

But a dead body is still stone cold.

And so because my temporary partner is so thorough,

I now know every damn thing there is to know about the tongue.

There are fissured tongues and furred tongues.

Sore tongues and geographical tongues.

Tongues with glossitis, ulcers and tumors.

- Felton. - Just a minute, Frank.

You know, the tongue is not just used for speech.

It is also essential for eating and digestion.

People eat tongue, you know, cow tongue. They say it's a delicacy.

Did you know that you would not be able to swallow your food

without your tongue?

No, I-- I didn't-- I didn't know that.

- That is a fact, my young friend. - Huh.

As a matter of fact, there are many fascinating aspects

to our friend, the tongue.

What, Frank?

I got a location of a schoolyard where Artie Resnick hangs,

so if you're done being adorable,

do you wanna check it out?

Anything you want, Frank.

I don't know how you partner with him. How do you put up with this guy?

I live to make him happy.

Huh!

[Lewis] Hey, Bayliss.

- [hip hop music plays] - [song lyrics playing]

[Pembleton] Attention, gentlemen.

[Felton] Yo, meatheads!

[Pembleton] Hey!

[player] Low!

Okay, any of you seen Artie Resnick?

No? No? Okay.

- You guys mind if we play with you? - What?

Well, just think of it as some sort of a PAL gig.

[*]

Pick up, man. Come on, baby.

[player] I got it, I got it, fight, fight, fight!

Right here, right here!

Oh, score! [indistinct], we're from New York City!

Come on, man. Keep on me. [indistinct].

[players laughing]

Ah, keep that out of here, baby.

[*]

- [Felton] You're on the pole. - Nah, man, get off me. Get off!

- Foul, Felton. - [indistinct], man?

Take the ball in. It was a foul.

- You're on the pole. - You opened over the back.

- So what? You touched the pole. - Bring the ball in.

[Felton] Bring it up. Throw the ball.

- Where you going? - [Felton] What's up?

[Pembleton] Where you going?

How many of you've seen Artie Resnick?

See that? You're on the pole. That's out of bounds.

It's not out of bounds, man. Get out of town.

[Felton] You're lucky I didn't walk up and pull it over

to slam one on you.

[man] Found us?

[Charlie] Think I was gonna use his name so they could zero in on him?

[man] Listen, Charlie, I--

[man] Calling all cars, calling all cars.

[man] Who's screwing around with this radio?

- Hey, Kay. What do you need? - [Howard] Coffee.

[Charlie] ...[indistinct] your speedometer.

If you drop below 35 miles an hour, well,[indistinct].

- [Howard] About last night. - I wasn't around when they found that body.

- We'd already closed. - [sirens blare on television]

Business has been so bad, we take to closing early these days.

Last night, a dead body was found 12 feet from your back door, Eddie.

Before that body became dead, it stopped in here for a drink, remember?

What do you want from me?

[Howard] After Chick and I left, what happened?

- Nothing. - [Howard] There was a fight.

I don't tolerate fights in my establishment.

Okay, fine, a verbal argument. Do you tolerate them?

Did Bradley argue with someone?

Well, everybody argues. Me and my wife argue. Me and my kids argue.

I get to where I don't even notice anymore.

You've always been a bad liar, Eddie.

Haskett got into it with Bradley. Okay, you happy now?

But-- but it was just words.

Bradley left way before Haskett.

Haskett was in here with me and Chick till I closed.

Who else was here?

- Your brother, Josh. - [melancholic music plays]

[sighs]

- [Wesley] Why not? - [Howard] I don't feel like potatoes.

What are you, on some kind of diet or something?

No, I'm not on a diet. I just don't want to eat potatoes tonight.

Well, I heard on Regis and Kathie Lee

that people like yourself, who diet unnecessarily,

risk injury to their health.

- All right, okay, give me the potatoes. - [all chuckling]

What's the matter? Your Walkman broken?

No. Why?

You're not listening to music.

- [Josh] My head hurts. - [Chick] He's still hung over.

[Howard] You should take an aspirin before you go to bed.

I did take an aspirin. Three.

Maybe you got a brain tumor.

Kay, that was a terrible thing to say.

My God, that was morbid. You've gotten morbid.

I think it has something to do with your picking and prying over all those bodies.

That's what I do for a living, Dad. Pick and pry among the dead.

Did you talk to Bradley at the bar?

No.

Why would I talk to him?

How about when you pulled the plug out of the jukebox?

It's what Eddie said.

Bradley's staying by the jukebox,

you come over and pull the plug out of the socket?

Yeah, well, Bradley kept playing Sting.

"Every Little Thing." Three times in a row.

[Howard] Pass the bread, please.

- So you and he got in an argument? - [Josh] No.

I just pulled out the plug.

I cussed. He cussed. Then I went out to puke.

[Chick] Right after that, Bradley left the bar.

Pass the gravy, please.

[Wesley] Thought you were on a diet.

No, I'm not on a diet, okay?

Did you see Bradley come out of the bar?

[Josh] I don't know.

[Howard] Chris or Eddie come out after him?

I don't know.

[Chick sighs]

If you know anything, Josh, tell it.

I was walking around.

Kinda clearing my head,

back behind the old Island View Inn.

I saw him.

He was stabbing the guy.

He was hurting real bad.

He was screaming.

- [Howard] Bradley? - Haskett.

- [Howard] Chris? - He was hurting bad.

[low melancholic music plays]

- [Howard] Was Haskett with anyone else? - [Josh] No.

He was all alone.

[people chattering indistinctly]

[officer] What kind relationship did the two have?

- [woman] I think they were friends. - [officer] Shoo.

Whoa!

- [Harlan] Where'd you find it? - [officer] In the back seat.

[child babbling]

[Harlan] We found this in the car.

So what? Big deal.

An oyster knife. I'm an oyster man, remember?

Look what you're doing to the kids. You're terrifying them.

Chick, do something, man. Help me.

What's this, Chris?

I thought I told you to wash that.

- I told you to wash that. - I'm sorry.

- I was late for work, and-- - You said you'd wash it.

That's all you had to do. Wash one damn shirt!

One damn shirt!

That's your job, to wash my shirts.

Can't you even do your damn job?

- That's all you had to do. Wash one damn shirt! - I'm sorry!

- One damn shirt! - I'm sorry!

[sobbing]

[indistinct chatter on police radio]

[Pembleton] You're not bad, you know?

Not bad?

At basketball. You're not too bad.

- You mean for a white guy? - [Pembleton chuckling]

Forget it, okay?

- Do you play a lot? - What?

[Felton] Basketball. You in a league or something?

No, actually, I don't play much basketball at all.

Actually, hockey's my game.

You play hockey!

What, Felton, Black guys don't play hockey?

Not on this continent.

[Pembleton] Okay, here's our new best friend.

- [brakes screeching] - [intense music plays]

Artie! Artie!

How's it going, Artie?

- Okay. - How's your grandmother, Artie?

You got a cigarette?

- You live with your grandma, right, Artie? - [Artie] Yeah.

- Have you been home recently? Say in the last couple of days? - [lighter clicking]

Yeah.

Did you kill her, Artie?

- Yeah. - [Pembleton] You're confessing?

I guess.

All right, Artie.

- We'd like you to come with us down to the office. - Okay.

- [Felton] Artie? - Yeah?

- [Felton] Why did you kill her? - [Artie] I don't know.

[Pembleton] You must have had a reason.

Not really. She got on my nerves, I guess.

- Why'd you cut her tongue out? - She was always talking.

Yak, yak, yak.

Lose the cigarette, Artie.

[tense music plays]

[gentle piano music plays]

You should talk to Josh before you leave.

He's feeling pretty bad.

- Where is he? - [Wesley] Out back.

I'm just glad it wasn't Chick.

You thought it was Chick?

Well, the thought crossed my mind, God forgive me.

[Howard] Hey, Daddy.

Do you miss going out on the boat?

Don't have time to think about it. Too busy around the house.

I never thought there was so much to do, doing nothing.

Well, you better finish your packing.

Kay...

I know I don't talk much about the way I feel.

But that doesn't mean I don't feel anything.

I feel a lot.

Maybe-- maybe too much.

[gentle piano music plays]

I love you, Kay.

I'm proud of you. Proud of what you do.

Thank you.

Hey, Josheroo.

What?

You okay?

I'm busy.

I gotta go.

[Josh] Goodbye.

Chris Haskett killed a man.

- [Josh] He's my friend. - I know.

Look, that doesn't make what he did right.

He's an oysterman.

[gentle piano music plays]

Chick?

- You going? - Yeah.

I gotta get back. You know, work.

Right.

Well, it was good seeing you, Kay.

Yeah, it was. Seeing you.

Look, I'm sorry if I behaved badly.

I can't help it sometimes, being aggressive.

I'm a cop. That's what I do.

It's who I am.

You know, I've been thinking about what you said.

You know, about your instincts.

You're right. You always had good instincts.

You always had a good reason for everything you did.

Like getting out of this town. You knew.

If you'd have stayed, you just would have gotten stuck like me.

And I'd leave, too, if I knew what to do.

No, you wouldn't. You belong here.

I-- I don't. That's all.

I don't know why.

Like I said, good instincts.

Well, see you, Kay.

I gotta go get the boat ready.

Hey, Chick, you were my first true love.

- Hmm? - Mine too.

That's a big deal in a man's life.

Come down some weekend. We'll go to the ballet.

[laughs] Ballet!

Who the hell wants to see the ballet?

Besides, there's no ballet in Baltimore.

Really? Then we'll have to think of something else.

[solemn music plays]

[song lyrics playing]

[*]

27 [indistinct].

Detective Howard graces us with her presence.

- Nice tan, Howard. - [Howard] I like yours too, Meldrick.

Oh, salvation! I'm free of Felton. Free!

- Hey, Kay, how was the vacation? - Hey, don't ask, huh?

Hey, Stanley, you look like you lost weight.

- You lose a little weight? - No! Me? Uh, maybe.

- Yeah! - I don't know. What do you think?

Absolutely. A couple of pounds, anyway.

You're delirious.

[Kay] Hey, remember me?

- Kay, how are things? - Good. Fine.

So?

So, what?

So you had a restful vacation?

[Kay] Mm.

- [Felton] Feeling good? Everything's right? - [phone ringing]

- Yeah. Sure. - [Felton] Good.

Pick it up, then.

Howard, homicide.

[theme song plays]