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[siren blaring]

[police dispatcher talking indistinctly]

First murder and I end up in the same neighborhood

I worked every day in Narcotics.

What, you were expecting something more glamorous?

Sure. How about a Contessa kills her rich husband in Guilford?

[spluttering] Still, working Homicide,

at least I get a little change of scenery.

Oh, gripe, mope and complain, that always was your MO.

Lieutenant Russert.

We don't see you out on the street too much.

Doctor Dyer, this is Detective Jones.

He's just starting on my shift. Thought I'd keep him company.

She's babysitting the rookie.

- [Jones] Nice to meet you. - Hi.

Oh, looks like he's on the wrong end of a .45.

Eight shots. Two to the back, two to the arm, four through the legs and hips.

This neighborhood, gotta be drug-related.

Detectives, got a witness for you.

- Get your hands off me, man. - [Jones] Lenny, Lenny, Lenny!

- What did you see? - What's up, Jones? You working homicide now?

Yeah, aren't you lucky? Hmm?

I don't care about that stash I know you got in your jacket pocket there.

You going to help me out, you know, my first day on the job and all,

in front of my lieutenant?

Look, I didn't see the kid get shot,

but uh, his name's Samuel Hollis.

- Uh-huh. - That's the name of the victim?

Yeah, yeah, he was selling burn bags.

You know, baking soda.

Told that fool it would get him killed.

You know who might have killed him?

This doesn't look good, Jones.

Too many people around here know me.

All right, Lenny, just give me a name and then you can go,

otherwise I gotta drag your butt downtown.

All right. All right. Jason Pauley.

He chills with his lady down on Dupont.

Jason Pauley, what, that's the shooter?

Look, I don't know about that, but, uh, he was there.

- Can I leave now? - Yeah, Lenny, you can go.

Thought you said this was going to be hard.

Beginner's luck, okay?

And you have not put this case down yet,

so quit grinning at me.

- [chuckling] - [indistinct]

[theme music playing]

[indistinct police dispatch]

Oh! Hey!

You're Maria Delgado, Channel 8 News, right?

- Yeah, that's me. - I'm Detective Bayliss.

Tim Bayliss, Frank Pembleton's partner.

- Yeah? - Yeah, can I ask you a question?

- Shoot. - Okay, uh, what are you doing?

This story about Congressman Wade, huh?

You created it out of nothing,

you're implying that there's some sort of big scandal going on.

Huh? You're ruining someone's life!

I mean, when did your job description change

from reporting the news to making that stuff up?

There is a possibility that Congressman Wade lied, and that is a crime.

There is also the possibility

that high-ranking police officials tried to cover up

the fact that he lied and that is news!

Not to mention the most intriguing question of all.

Why would the congressman make up

such a bizarre story in the first place?

Let's go!

- I'm just doing my job, Detective. - Yeah, yeah. Really?

- [Maria] Does that answer your question? - [Bayliss] Yeah!

- Yeah. That does. - [Maria] Glad I could help.

Let me make sure I have the details straight, Commissioner.

Congressman Wade called you

and reported that he'd been kidnapped?

That's right.

And I asked Frank Pembleton to investigate.

[Maggie] And?

Well, Frank found nothing.

There was no kidnapping.

If Wade filed a report saying there had been a kidnapping,

but actually there wasn't one,

then he committed a crime.

- Why wasn't he charged? - I don't know.

Maybe Frank thought it unnecessary to charge him with a misdemeanor.

He was acting under your orders, Commissioner.

I would never sanction any kind of a deal

to protect a politician.

Frank perhaps misunderstood me.

The press is having a field day with this.

I'm getting pressure to put Wade on trial, the sooner the better.

Assuming Wade waives a jury,

we could be before a judge as soon as tomorrow.

I'll have to put Pembleton on the stand.

Is that necessary?

He's the heart of my case against Wade.

Detective Pembleton is a--

is kind of a loose cannon right now.

Who knows what he might say on the stand?

He'll tell the truth. Is that what you're afraid of?

I need to talk to him. Where is he?

I don't know, Maggie.

He turned in his badge.

As of last night...

Frank Pembleton is no longer one of my detectives.

[*]

[steps approaching]

[Mary] I won't be home till after eight.

There's a cocktail reception for Romano at the Willard.

- Oh. - Bob will kill me if I don't go.

What do you want for dinner?

I was thinking pasta.

[Mary] Okay. Sure.

What, do you want something else?

Oh, no, no. Pasta's great. I love pasta.

[dishes clattering]

What are you doing?

You should rinse them before you put them in.

Oh, honey, that's a brand-new dishwasher.

Yeah, but if you don't rinse them, it leaves a film.

- A film? - Yeah, a film.

Well, I never rinsed the dishes before.

I never noticed any film.

So-- so pasta's okay for dinner?

You know what, maybe I should just, uh,

grab something at the reception.

You don't want me to cook.

All right, all right, I'll be home.

- I gotta go. I'm going to miss my train. - Okay. Okay.

Okay. Would you rather have chicken?

- Chicken is fine too. - Yeah.

Oh, how-- how about steak? Uh, or fish?

- A nice swordfish. - [Mary sighs] Frank--

No, no, sweetie, if you tell me what you want, I'll make it.

I just need to know what you'd like for dinner.

- It's not that difficult. - Okay, um...

- Chicken. - [Frank] Chicken!

- Let's have chicken. - [Frank] Good choice, chicken.

- Bye! - [Frank] Bye! See you, sweetie!

[pins crashing]

Ah, bowling.

The only sport where you get to put on

someone else's sweaty shoes.

[chuckles] Come on!

They put some spray in there, or something.

- Oh, [indistinct]. - That's my husband. A real eye for detail.

Now, now, Natalie, if you would have seen me

work this case last night, you would've been dazzled.

Tell her, Russert.

- He got lucky. - [Natalie laughing]

Oh, yeah, you won't say that

when you watch me break down Jason Pauley.

Yeah.

God, I haven't gone bowling since--

I don't know when.

Probably the last time the four of us went.

- Now Mike, there was a pro. - Mike.

Do you remember my 30th birthday,

what he had the gall to get me?

Your very own personalized bowling ball.

- [Russert] Oh! - [all chuckling]

He thought it would make me love the sport.

A bowling ball.

The guy was an original romantic. Like me, right, honey?

Uh, this from the man who gave me a lawnmower

for my birthday.

You didn't.

Simplicity Landlord series, 14 horsepower.

That's one hell of a mower you own.

Megan, I want to thank you for putting Doug to Homicide.

[Russert] Yeah, well, you know, he's a great detective.

I'm lucky to have him.

But it's wonderful to see him happy.

I'm sure this'll put him back on his feet.

Strike or gutter ball. That's all I'm interested in.

What did Mike use to say?

"Go big, or don't go."

Go big, or don't go.

[Jones] Go big, or don't go!

Go big or don't go!

- [Natalie and Russert cheering] - [Jones whoops]

[Russert whistling]

[phone ringing]

Oh, God!

Yeah, Bayliss, Homicide.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, go ahead.

All right.

Um, 3629

Rexmere Road.

Okay, got it. We'll, uh-- [sighs]

I'll be right over. Okay? Bye-bye.

[phone ringing]

- Gee, you got a minute? - [Giardello] Come in.

Yeah, we have a murdered college co-ed

from the Art Institute, found in her apartment, stabbed.

[Giardello] Uh-huh.

Well, I-- I-- I don't have a partner. What am I supposed to do?

Take Lewis. He doesn't have a partner either.

I don't think we'd work well together.

Well, you're partners in that bar, aren't you?

- You could be partners on a case. - [Bayliss sighs]

Listen, by the way, Chief, Friday night,

you going to come to the grand opening?

I'll try.

What kind of doughnut is that?

Uh, it's a jelly doughnut.

I didn't know we had jelly doughnuts today.

Listen, Gee, I think that Pembleton is getting a raw deal

with this Wade business.

Nobody forced him to turn in his badge.

Well, we gotta get him back,

we gotta do something to get him back.

- You gotta do something! - Well, what do you want me to do?

- Go to his house? Beg him to return? - Would you do that?

Bayliss, get Lewis and close this murder case fast.

Yes, sir.

[phone ringing]

[Lewis sighs]

[Giardello sighs]

All right, Lewis, you're my partner for today.

Says who?

Says Gee.

So I guess you're the primary, huh?

- Yes, I am. - Well, then, I drive. Right, Gee?

If he's the primary, I drive. Am I right?

[Bayliss] No. No, you don't drive.

Well, then, I'm the primary.

Choose one or the other.

Okay, you drive. Okay?

[Bayliss] Slow down. Slow down!

We're lost.

I mean, you don't have a clue where we are.

- [car horn honks] - [Lewis] I know exactly where we are.

- Did you get a street number? - How can I get a street number, the way you're driving?

Start, stop, start, stop.

You didn't write down the right address, did you?

- [Bayliss] Okay. - Huh?

Look, 3629 Rexmere Road!

We've been around the block twice now.

- Where's 3629? - We're not on Rexmere.

Wait, you're telling me?

I'm on Rexmere. Maybe you ain't on Rexmere!

I just saw a street sign, okay?

And it said Kimble Road!

[Bayliss] Is that Rexmere? No, that's Kimble!

[Lewis] Calm down.

I know-- Okay, I know it, man!

- [car horn honking] - [Bayliss] Going the wrong way.

We're going the wrong way. This is a one-way street going the other way!

- [Bayliss exclaims] - [brakes screeching]

Relax, man. We're going to a-- a crime scene, okay?

That takes precedent over the rules of--

Relax!--Of the road.

Don't do this, okay!

Here we go.

Oh!

[brakes screeching]

- [Lewis] There we go. - [Bayliss] You should stop doing this!

Slow down! Slow down, okay? Simple questions.

What are you doing? Where are you going?

- [brakes screeching] - [Bayliss] Stop!

- [Bayliss] Oh, my-- - [Lewis] Okay, come here.

Lewis! Are you out of your mind?

Hey, who are you hollering at, Scheiner?

Don't you yell at me, man! Who parked this van here?

- I ought to write you up. - [Scheiner] Bayliss!

[Lewis] Hey, hey, hey, just--

Somebody get a doctor.

- Look what you did! - Well, we'll put him in the van!

It was like-- like the whole crime scene came down on us.

Like it dropped down out of the sky.

That's not going to mean a thing to the Fleet Safety Unit.

They're going to drill you like a shish kebab.

They're especially going to get you for the seat belt!

Seat belt? Come on!

Department regulations demand in their strics

that officers buckle up

"When driving in a city-owned vehicle."

Hey, we were wearing our-- our seat belts.

They're going to ask, "If you were wearing your seat belt,

how does your partner end up in the Emergency Room?"

He got a bump on the head.

He was only out for a couple of minutes. He's fine now.

- Where is Bayliss? - He's back at the crime scene!

By himself. He's fine. He won't work with me.

He refuses to, but-- but he was wearing his seat belt.

So you say! You also say you weren't speeding!

But how does your partner end up bumping his head

if he was wearing his seatbelt and you were driving slowly?

Well, you know Bayliss. [chuckling]

Either you were driving like some Big Apple hack trying to make all the lights,

or your partner wasn't wearing his seatbelt!

What am I going to do, Gee? They going to string me up, they're going to hang me.

I'd talk to the union about a lawyer.

What, you-- you think I need a lawyer?

You're going to charge Wade with a misdemeanor?

- Come on, Maggie, this is ridiculous. - I don't have any choice.

So, this whole trial is a-- a show?

- You're my star witness. - [Pembleton groans]

You're my only witness!

I do not want to put Wade's aide on the stand,

because it's going to come out that Wade is a homosexual.

[Pembleton] You know Wade's homosexual?

It was stupid of him to make that story up about the kidnapping,

but it is not worth ruining a man's career over!

Okay, so I get up on the stand

and testify that, uh, what,

Wade recanted the kidnapping story?

Yes, but Wade's lawyer is going to say

that you coerced that admission from Wade.

Anything I did, I did under the express orders

of Deputy Commissioner James Harris.

Now, if I get up on the stand and say that,

I prove that a special deal was sanctioned

by higher-ups in the department.

I-- I bring down Harris...

and perhaps the whole department.

Look, I can only advise you to tell the truth.

So, Stan, see you Friday night, right?

Why should I see you Friday night?

I don't see you any other night.

It's the grand opening of our bar. I told you about it.

Well, you told me about three other grand openings which didn't happen,

so I've lost my sense of excitement.

Okay, I did land a couple of false starts,

but this time it's really going to happen, and I want you to be there.

- Why? - Why?

Because you're my partner and my pal.

Plus I got a case of that light beer you like, just for you.

- Sorry, Munch. -"Sorry, Munch"? What do you mean?

World Wrestling Federation's on TV Friday night.

I'm staying home.

We got a TV in the bar. 32-inch color Sony.

It'll be like you're right there in the ring with Doink the Clown!

[Munch] Hey, you could watch whatever you want after Doink's over.

[Bolander] Doink is a very serious wrestler!

[gentle music plays]

[Pembleton] Hey, hey, hey!

- Frank. - So, when's the grand opening?

- [Bayliss] Friday night. - Oh!

- What are you doing here, Frank? - I burnt the chicken.

- [Bayliss] What? - I burnt the chicken.

You what?

How about a Powers, neat? Ice with a bag.

You want a drink? - It's a bar, isn't it?

You coming back? I could use you, Frank.

You don't know the kind of day I've had.

I got this, uh-- this case, you know, art student at the Institute.

Maybe her boyfriend did the deed,

maybe he didn't, but I don't know.

- Who are you partnering with? - Lewis. Lewis.

I mean, I was partnering with Lewis.

Well, Lewis knows what he's doing.

Yeah, but he's tied up at the moment.

- Fleet Safety's on his tail. - For what?

You don't want to know.

Hey, I could use you back. Come on!

I could use you back, Frank.

You know, this-- this all seems to me like some scheme

that you and Lewis have concocted to get me to come back.

Do you know what it is like, Frank, to work with Lewis?

The man is a demon from another dimension! He has no rhythm.

I'm riding solo on this poor girl's murder.

I'm telling you right now, Frank,

that I could use you back on this case.

Not a chance. No. No.

You're a homicide detective, Frank.

What else are you going to do, huh?

I could find myself another joint with a jukebox that works.

I could use a little Bruce tonight.

"Brilliant Disguise".

- You like Bruce, do you? - Mm-hmm.

God have mercy on the man that doubts what he's sure of.

- No. No. I'll put this on your tab. - No, I don't want a tab.

- Come on, I'm going to put this on your tab! - I don't want a tab, Tim!

See you later.

[woman on PA] Doctor Bartella to OR Eight, please.

- Doctor Bartella to OR Eight. - What are you doing here?

Well, I-- I called Nat at work.

They said she was in the hospital. What happened?

[sighs] She fell down the stairs.

They think maybe she broke her wrist.

She broke her wrist?

Well, but she's okay?

Well, she's got to get some stitches in her hand, but--

My God, if only I'd come home five minutes earlier.

You know, I was just out running an errand.

When I walked in the house, she was lying there,

her face was so white.

Doug, she's going to be okay, right? What did the doctors say?

Yeah, there's no concussion, yeah...

but she's hurt, Megan, she's--

They gotta-- they gotta keep her overnight, you know?

I should've been there, you know, I should've been home!

Hey, look, um, why don't you, uh,

go back and get some sleep, huh?

No, no, no, no. I want to stay here in case she needs me.

- Thanks. Thank you. - [woman on PA] Dr. Rushakh to the burn unit.

- [Russert] Yeah. - [woman on PA] Dr. Rushakh to the burn unit.

[dramatic music plays]

[indistinct chatter]

Have some coffee, Frank.

- I've already had three cups. - Have some more.

It's rancid, it's tepid,

I have no cream and sugar,

and if that doesn't make you homesick for the office, nothing else will.

Have you decided what you're going to say on the stand?

I'm going to tell the truth.

That Harris authorized me making an offer to Wade.

If that brings down Harris,

if that brings down a whole department, so be it.

I won't sacrifice myself

for the sake of their public images.

And if, uh...

you're here to talk me out of that...

don't waste your time.

If you want to bring the department down, do it.

I have no love for the bosses. I fight the bosses every day.

Then why are you here?

You're a proud man, Frank. Arrogant.

But your pride got you into this.

Don't let your pride keep you from getting out of it.

This has nothing to do with pride.

It has everything to do with pride.

I know you, Frank.

If you know in your heart that you're doing this

because of some righteousness, then do it.

But if this is some kind of vendetta,

then you'll get no satisfaction

and I will be deprived of one of my best detectives.

What do you want from me?

Do you want me to come back? Why?

Because we're friends?

It's not true.

[Giardello sighs]

You're right.

I've never been to your house, I...

never met your wife.

We are not friends.

It ticks me off, because you say what you think,

and you don't give a damn what I think about what you think.

But there's one thing I know for certain.

You change red names to black,

and for that reason and that reason only, I want you back.

So, we tell our friends at the Fleet Safety trial board

that Bayliss and me were wearing our seat belts,

but that they-- they malfunctioned.

[lawyer] They can check that.

Okay, okay, so we tell them that the brakes failed.

- [lawyer] They can check that. - Maybe we hit a pothole.

- [lawyer] They can check that. - What the hell kind of lawyer are you?

Why don't you tell me what to say?

I'm not sure.

You're not sure? Where'd you go to law school?

No, no. You say, "I'm not sure."

At the end of every sentence, "I'm not sure."

Technically it's not a lie if you're not sure.

So, that's our strategy, huh? That's our plan?

- Trust me. - [Lewis] Trust you? [scoffs]

What choice do I got?

Go on, say it.

Say what?

"I'm not sure."

Practice makes perfect.

[scoffs] I'm not sure.

Try it with a little conviction.

I'm not sure of a lot of things!

I'm not sure I got the right lawyer!

I'm just not sure!

Detective Pembleton, let me call your attention

to the afternoon of January 6th.

You had a meeting with Congressman Jeremy Wade?

[Pembleton] Yes.

The purpose of that meeting being to offer Congressman Wade

the opportunity to recant his kidnapping story?

I told him that if he wanted

the investigation to be discontinued,

he would have to admit that there had been no kidnapping.

At which point the congressman

reluctantly did what you asked.

He told you what you wanted to hear,

he told you there had been no kidnapping?

That's correct.

Detective, did you tell the congressman

that if he cooperated with you, he would not be charged

by the Baltimore County Police Department

for filing a false report?

I told him that he would not be charged by me.

- But he has been charged? - Not by me.

Oh, I see.

So, you were acting on your own, Detective Pembleton.

You weren't speaking on behalf

of the Baltimore City Police Department?

[tense music plays]

The Baltimore City Police Department would never condone

special consideration for anyone guilty of breaking the law,

nor would they condone

offering a special deal to any elected official.

I went to the Congressman on my own initiative.

[lawyer] Thank you, Detective.

[judge] Detective Pembleton, you can step down.

[woman on PA] Doctor Max to section 456.

Doctor Max to section 456.

- [Russert] Hi. - [laughs]

[Russert] How you feeling?

Am I a klutz or what?

Doug told me. You fell down the stairs.

I-- Can you believe it?

I've gone up and down those stairs a million times.

Well, it looks like you took quite a tumble.

Yeah, it'd have to be my right wrist, too, huh?

It's going to be a bitch putting on make-up left-handed.

- How did it happen? - What do you mean?

I mean, what, you just lost your balance?

- Yeah, I guess. - Wow.

You were at the top of the landing

and fell all the way down the stairs?

I don't remember, Megan. It happened so fast.

So, you don't remember falling?

Well, I was a little fuzzy, I admit.

I had a glass of wine with lunch.

That's probably why I was so uncoordinated. [laughs]

I was walking up the stairs

and I-- I turned to say something to Doug and...

I just slipped, I guess.

You know me, the world's cheapest drunk.

- So, Doug was home? - Yeah.

I mean, he wasn't in the room, but he--

Doug told me that he wasn't home when you fell.

Well, he-- he meant he was just getting home.

Yeah, he was just walking in the door,

I mean, that's why I turned to call him.

'Cause I heard him walking in the door.

That's when I slipped.

I fell down the stairs, Megan.

Ask my doctor if you don't believe me.

- They put it right in my chart. - Okay. [indistinct]

I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry if I upset you. - No, I'm-- I'm not upset.

I'm-- I'm just-- I'm tired, is all.

You understand? I'm-- I'm tired.

Yeah. Yeah, I understand.

Yeah. Get some rest, okay?

Good, I'll talk to you later.

[woman on PA] Dr. Valentino to the OR, please.

Dr. Valentino to the OR, please.

[sighs]

Frank.

I want to thank you.

And congratulations.

Thanks to you, the department came out

of this whole mess clean.

And we, um, saved face with the press.

[water running]

I'm sorry they put you through the grinder.

I'm going to revoke your suspension, Frank,

and I assure you,

there will be no further career repercussions.

You assure me?

How can you possibly assure me anything?

I know how you feel.

Let down, maybe even a little ill-used.

You know what?

You're exactly entitled to feel that way.

Am I?

Am I also entitled to feel betrayed by one of my own?

Do you know how many people are waiting to see me fail?

Do you have any idea?

And when one Black man fails, we all fail, Frank!

Don't delude yourself about that.

All right, so you had to take a humble on this one,

but believe me, believe me, Frank,

nobody'll remember anything about this tomorrow.

But if the Deputy Commissioner goes down,

the whole police department goes down,

and every Black man and Black woman

who have busted their ass to get to where they are,

every single one of them goes down!

So don't give me that "one of your own" stuff,

not when I'm the reason you're standing here.

And now I suppose I'm going to hear about the classic rationale.

- The ends justify the means? - Yeah, you're damn right they do!

Frank, you've gotta-- you've gotta be flexible, Frank, you gotta compromise.

And you know what? That's exactly what you did on the stand today.

You're learning.

You just might make a good shift commander yet.

Commissioner, I'll tell you exactly what I learned today.

If I had my choice between being knocked down

to beat cop for the rest of my career,

and playing by your rules and making colonel,

I have no doubt in my mind what my decision would be.

If I can't trust my partner, I'll eventually wind up dead.

Not, uh...

politically dead, but stone-cold dead, in the morgue dead.

So, looking at you, Commissioner,

I'll take my chances on the street.

I feel safer there.

[ominous music plays]

Okay, Jason, if you didn't kill Samuel Hollis, who did?

I wasn't even there. I didn't see anything.

I know you got stiffed on a burn bag by Hollis.

I know you were ticked off at him.

Ticked off enough to kill him?

Who told you that?

Somebody who probably really did the shooting.

Okay, maybe I was there.

Oh, now you remember.

All right, you sit here, you think about it.

He's our shooter. I feel it in my bones.

Yeah, well, go slow. Take it easy.

Uh-huh. I know the procedure, Russert.

[Jones knocks on windowsill]

[Russert] Hey, how's Natalie?

She's fine. She's going to come home tomorrow.

- Yeah? - Good news, huh?

- Doug? - Yeah?

I'm, uh--

I-- I'm a little confused about something.

You know, when I talked to Natalie,

I got the feeling that there was something she wasn't telling me.

What do you mean?

[sighing]

I don't believe that Natalie fell down the stairs.

Of course she fell down the stairs.

She told you she did, didn't she?

Yeah, she also said that you were home when the accident happened.

You said that you weren't home.

Come on, this is me you're talking to, Russert.

I mean, what are you saying exactly?

I want to know how Natalie got hurt.

She fell down the stairs!

What? You think I'm lying to you?

You think I did something to my wife?

I love her, Megan. You know that.

Listen, if you're accusing me of something, step up to the plate.

You do what you have to do, okay?

Fire me, charge me, whatever.

Otherwise, right now I have a job to do.

[door slams]

[Jones] All right, Jason, how's your memory now?

You remember anything else about Samuel Hollis?

[phone ringing]

- Say, Kay-- - No.

No, what? You don't even know what I'm going to ask you.

Whatever it is, John, forget it.

Well, guess what? I'm here to invite you to a party.

Friday night.

The grand opening of the Waterfront Bar and Restaurant,

under the brilliant new management team of Munch, Bayliss and Lewis.

You sure this isn't a plot to lure investors?

Cross my heart, Kay.

I just want your gorgeous face parked there on one of my stools.

So, you finally opening, huh? Congratulations.

Thank you. What about your partner, Mr. Felton?

- Is he back from Philly yet? - No, not yet.

I talked to him today, though. He's having a good time with the kids.

He's going to stay another couple of days.

- How's he doing? - Great, terrific.

He's having a wonderful time,

and talking with Beth and everything.

- Oh, guess you can kiss that relationship goodbye. - What do you mean?

When the wife starts talking to you, the next step is

- she's going to serve you with divorce papers. - [Howard chuckling]

Believe me, I know. I'm speaking from experience.

- See you Friday night? - [Howard] I'll try.

- Listen, Kay, can you do me a favor? - What now?

Do you have any good-looking girlfriends you could bring to the party?

'Cause I'd like to have some babes there, make it look like a cool place.

- Don't push your luck, John, huh? - There's no harm in asking.

[phone ringing]

[chuckling]

Wow, got a lot of memories of this office.

Mostly of you, sitting behind that desk, chewing me out.

You should thank me for riding you so hard.

Look where it's got you.

You said you wanted to speak to me about Doug?

Is he doing a good job?

Yeah, yeah, he is, he's, uh...

he's a great detective.

He's the best. I'm happy for you.

You know, Peter, uh,

Doug and I were partners for eight years, but...

I haven't worked with him in 18 months.

Is he having some problems that I should know about?

Whatever problems Doug had,

they never interfered with the job.

And all I'm saying to you is...

ten years in Narcotics...

he was ready for a change.

I'm sure you've got nothing to worry about.

)He's a good cop.

[phone ringing]

Hey.

What's the matter?

Nothing to muck, no one to rake?

Just doing a little fact checking. A car-jacker.

Oh, I'm sorry, I-- I don't think I heard you there.

You're fact checking? I thought that you were a TV journalist.

Do you have this problem with all reporters, or is it just me?

Hey, you want a story? Want a story? I'll give you a story, okay?

Frank Pembleton still makes choices based on integrity.

- Now imagine that. - [sighs] Detective Bayliss--

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Hear me out.

Frank Pembleton single-handedly saved the department,

not to mention Congressman Wade.

He took all that heat himself. He didn't have to, but he did!

Now that is newsworthy, right?

You got me there. It is a good story.

Okay, why don't you run that?

Because I have no source to confirm it.

When did you get so much respect for the source, for the truth?

Congressman Wade made a dumb mistake,

and you guys are trying to crucify him.

If I was so bent on wrecking Wade's life,

I would have reported the real reason he made up

that cockamamie story about that kidnapping.

- And you're not? - No!

Oh.

Whatever else you might think of me,

I'm a good reporter,

and I also believe

that a man's sex life is his own business.

Everyone's entitled to some privacy,

Detective Bayliss, even you.

Even me.

And right now, I'd like some privacy.

Uh, Miss Delgado...

What?

How would you like to go

to a grand opening of a new bar tonight?

Supposed to be one of the hottest places in town.

[door clicks]

- Hey, sweetie! - [Mary] Hey, babe, how you doing?

- What's that smell? - What smell?

Oh! That's dinner, it's a roast.

Well, how long's it been in?

Approximately or exactly?

[groans] Frank, you didn't set the timer.

Well, I don't need a timer. I cook by instinct.

Oh, well, maybe you know more about these things than I do,

but my instinct says we'd better get this out of here.

- Oh! Oh! - I mean-- Ow!

Oh, oh! [indistinct]

[smoke alarm blaring]

[Pembleton] Ow, ow, ow, ow!

[alarm stops]

[Pembleton sighs]

Whoa. It's a little well done.

Toss it. Get your coat.

Where are we going?

I'm taking you out for a nice long dinner,

and a nice long talk.

[smoke alarm blaring]

She's been admitted to the Emergency Room maybe four times.

For what?

Broken ribs, a black eye, bruises, cuts.

One time she had a concussion.

What did she say happened?

She ran into the door, car accident.

You believe her?

I believe her husband beats the crap out of her.

I begged her to get counselling.

I reported her injuries to the police.

She refused to press charges...

so she comes in with a black eye and broken nose,

and insists that she slipped in the bathroom.

I treat her. I send her home.

I'm going to get help, Megan. I swear to God!

You know, you were my partner!

You and Nat are my friends!

The perfect couple.

You know, I used to go home after the four of us went out

and just bitch to Mike,

"Why can't we be more like Doug and Nat?

They're always laughing. They know how to have fun."

You're a cop, Megan, you understand.

Natalie, she just doesn't understand the pressure!

Oh, for God's sake, will you listen to yourself?

You sound like every other pathetic coward that we've arrested

for beating on his wife or his girlfriend!

- You're making excuses. I don't want to hear about it. - Listen, listen.

I was always a stand-up partner, wasn't I, Megan, huh?

I can't begin to count the number of times

that I covered your back when we first got onto the force.

I mean, you'll never know the grief I took,

the garbage I had to put up with with you being my partner.

But I knew-- I knew you were a good cop,

and you being a woman had nothing to do with anything!

But that's the way it is.

Partners...

partners don't turn on each other

when things go down.

I want you to go see the department counsellor.

- Today. - I was up at the hospital. I got a name.

Yeah? Is it a domestic violence counsellor?

He's a counsellor, Megan. I don't know what kind of counsellor he is.

Please, let me do it this way.

I can't let the department in on this.

I mean, it'll go into my work jacket, and you know what happens then.

I want you to check in with me before the start of the shift,

give me the date and the time of your appointment.

I also want this counsellor's credentials.

So that's the way it's going to be, huh?

Yeah. Yeah, that's the way it's going to be.

I'm sorry.

I let you down, Megan. I'm sorry.

You know, you're apologizing to the wrong person.

[*]

Gee, can I talk to you for a minute?

Come in, Frank.

I've been thinking about this Calvert case.

- Diana Calvert? - Mm-hmm.

Bayliss' case?

I've been looking over the case file, um,

and, uh, I had a few thoughts.

This, uh-- this boyfriend is a dead end.

The one we should be focusing on

is one of her teachers, her history professor.

Yeah.

You think he may have killed her?

Well, her roommate said

that she had a crush on her history professor, so, I...

just...

Didn't Bayliss question him in his office?

Yeah, he-- he did, but I--

I-- I thought that perhaps

he might be brought down for an interrogation.

- Just my thoughts. - You want to get him in the box.

No, I mean, Bayliss can do the interrogation.

- I just-- - [Giardello] Oh. Bayliss is good.

Yeah, he is.

The two of you together, I'm sure you would get something...

- [Pembleton groans] - ...In my opinion.

Oh.

So, um...

You're going to make me ask you, right?

Yes.

Um...

I'd like my badge back, please.

- [Giardello] Sure. - [Pembleton laughing]

Besides, Bayliss needs a partner.

Natalie.

Doug has a problem...

And-- and your denying it,

it is not helping him

and it's certainly not helping you.

[woman on PA] Paging Dr. Lugano [indistinct] 19A.

Dr. Mystagia, extension 19A.

The first time...

Doug hit me was about a year ago.

It was after you transferred out.

He'd been turned down for a promotion,

and he went out drinking to forget,

and he came home and, uh... [laughs]

...I said something smart, probably, and he--

you know, he-- he told me to shut up,

he just-- over and over again.

"Shut up!"

I hate to hear that.

I mean, it makes you feel like nothing.

You know, he's not the most patient man in the world, Megan,

but when he gets angry, it's because he cares so much.

I mean, he's got so much pain.

He just doesn't know what to do with all the pain he has inside him.

Natalie, listen to me.

You've gotta get away from him for a while.

Gotta let him work on this by himself.

- I don't think I can do that. - What do you want to do?

Do you want to jump in and out of hospital beds

the rest of your life?

Just do me a favor, okay?

Consider moving out, for a while.

I-- I think that that would be best for both of you.

[sobs] Uh-huh. I will--

I will-- I will think about that.

- What time you got? - Hmm?

Nine o'clock and nobody's here yet.

Yeah, they'll be here, Munch.

That's right, that's right. People get started late.

Right. It's nine o'clock.

They're probably home watching The X Files.

Meldrick, uh, what happened at Fleet Safety?

- Uh, no problem. - What do you mean, no problem?

You mean "no problem" like you lied?

- You lied? - [Lewis scoffs]

What is a lie, when every man has his own truth, Bayliss?

- [Lewis] Hey! - [Bayliss] Stan!

- [Lewis] Hey! - [Munch] Welcome!

[Lewis] Detective big man, make yourself at home.

Would you like your favorite light beer, Stan?

[Bolander] Mm.

- Nice place. - [Munch chuckling]

You got that right. [Bolander chuckling]

Vodka martini! What, make it a double!

- Double? - We're celebrating, aren't we?

- One double vodka martini. - One!

Hey, hey! Okay, here we go.

[indistinct]

[Bayliss, Munch and Lewis singing]

[Munch] Shaken, not stirred!

[Bayliss] Shaken, not stirred.

Would you like some snacks with that?

How about one to back this up?

- [Munch] Oh, got you! - [Bayliss] Okay, let's go.

[Bayliss, Munch and Lewis singing]

- [Russert] Hey, Al. - Megan.

Okay, okay, okay, okay. I'm getting an air purifier.

- I've got one on order. - Oh, I hate cigars. They stink.

[Giardello] It's a manly scent.

Yeah? Well, so is locker-room sweat.

Doesn't mean I want to work around it.

Only the Cubans can make a cigar.

Something about the trade winds, the soil, the sun.

It's really a thing of beauty.

I thought that Cuban cigars were illegal.

Illegal to bring in, but not illegal to possess.

Unhealthy, but at the end of the day,

it's the only thing that calms me down.

Good night, Megan.

You have a quiet night.

Oh, don't you put that curse on me!

- Al-- - [door slams]

[Russert groaning]

- [door clicks] - Lieutenant Russert?

- [Russert] Yeah. - Call for you.

- Oh, who is it? - Uniform.

Says she's gotta talk to you personally.

All right.

Lieutenant Russert.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll be right there.

[tense music plays]

[police dispatch talking indistinctly]

[officer] He was shot twice in the chest.

He's alive, just barely.

Thanks for calling me.

She shot him with his own gun.

[police dispatch talking indistinctly]

[Russert] Natalie?

[Natalie sighs]

I told him I was leaving...

you know, moving out for a while and...

I tried to explain to Doug, but he didn't want to hear it.

He just kept yelling, "You're not leaving me!"

And-- [sobbing]

So I yelled back...

and he-- he told me to shut up.

"Shut up!" He said, over and over again,

and then he started hitting me.

I mean, you just don't tell someone to shut up,

I mean, you-- not when they want to talk to you.

I mean, you-- you can say, "Please, be quiet," or "Shh!"

You don't say, "Shut up!"

[somber music plays]

[Natalie sobbing]

[Natalie sniffles]

[Natalie sobs]

[indistinct]

[patrons laughing]

[song lyrics playing on speakers]

[man 1] Oh!

[man 2] There, give me another drink.

Hey, hey. [laughs]

- Hey, big man, hello! - [Bolander] Whoa, whoa!

[indistinct]

[Bayliss] Oh! [indistinct]

- [Pembleton] Had a card here, but I don't-- - Hey!

This man here is my partner.

He's my partner!

What? What?

I just wanted to say that I'm really,

super happy that you're my partner.

- You are? - Yeah!

- Good. Good. - Yeah.

- And I just wanted to, uh... - No.

- ...welcome you back. - No! No, no, no!

- Don't hug me! Don't hug me! - Come on! [indistinct]

No, no, no, no!

[Howard] Hey there! How you doing? Hey, John! John!

You asked, and I delivered.

[Munch] Yay! - This is Liz and Ardith.

- Stephanie. Hey, Gee, how you doing? - [Giardello] Hi!

Hey, you know, Homicide is a tough and lonely racket,

but, uh, I wouldn't have it any other way.

- Here's my card. - [Bayliss] Oh, yeah, that's-- that's nice.

- Give me a call sometime. - Sooner than you think.

- I can't believe you lied to Fleet Safety, all right? - Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- I didn't lie to them. - You lied to the Safety Board!

No, I didn't lie. I told them I wasn't sure.

You say you're not sure, technically you're not lying.

I didn't lie to them, okay?

Can I have your attention, please?

Can I have your attention?

I just want to say how much we appreciate

all the support we have received from our fellow officers

and co-workers who have shown up here tonight!

This is to you! Cheers!

[crowd] Cheers! [whistling]

[Munch] Y'all can come back tomorrow night!

Hot wings and half pints at Happy Hour!

[*]

[theme song plays]