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Manuel, Manuel, Manuel.

If I were you, I'd start talking.

I don't know where he is. I swear to God.

Glen Holton shot three homicide detectives.

We know you're his friend, and we know that he was in your janitor's room

- at Penn Station last night. - I don't know where he went.

[Pembleton] You've been around, Manuel.

You're on parole.

I don't have to tell you that we got a situation here.

That's right, you gave him shelter.

And you know what that makes you?

That makes you an accessory.

Harboring a fugitive, that's a serious crime.

Actually, we don't even have to be talking to you right now.

- That's right, we could just arrest you right now. - Oh, come on, fellas.

Is that what we should do, Manuel, huh?

You wanna go back to Jessup, huh?

- I can't go back there. - [Pembleton] Oh?

- I got a family. - [Pembleton] Okay.

Let's help each other out. How about that?

We know that you're not a bad guy, Manuel.

We know that Holton was into some pretty kinky stuff,

but we know that you are clean now, right?

He just needed a place to crash.

I didn't even know what he-- what he'd done, I swear.

Holton is no friend of yours.

If he were, he wouldn't have come to you.

He wouldn't have gotten you in all this trouble.

Are you gonna sacrifice your family,

your whole life, for him?

He wouldn't do that for you. He'd turn you in in a heartbeat.

I think you know that.

[Manuel sighs]

If I tell you where he is, that's it?

You'll let me go?

You help us bring down a cop shooter,

you're gonna be a hero, man.

Mayor will probably wanna thank you himself.

We don't lock up heroes, do we, Frank?

No, we don't.

We don't lock up heroes.

[theme music playing]

[Pembleton] Manuel said Holton would be at the North Avenue Motel.

Maybe we should take Calvert.

[Bayliss] Maybe we should call the hospital.

You know, check in again?

[Pembleton] I'm not gonna call.

Well, maybe something's changed.

Well, if it's taken a turn for the worse,

they'll let us know.

You mean if they've died?

It's not gonna happen.

How can you be so sure?

Huh?

Stan could die. Kay could die.

For that matter, so could Beau.

A bullet wound, infection sets in.

Sepsis. He could be dead in 24 hours.

Look, if you wanna think that way, you go right ahead, okay?

But I prefer to think positive thoughts.

Nobody is gonna die.

I can't do anything about it anyway, so...

I'm not gonna call.

I'm gonna do the only thing I can do right now,

which is bring down the shooter.

Okay, if you, uh, if you see him, give me a call, all right?

Detective Tim Bayliss. Okay? Take care of yourself.

Well, Holton checked out about an hour ago,

but the clerk's so stoned,

he doesn't know if he left by cab,

on foot, or by wagon train.

He could've flown away on the wings of Icarus.

What difference does it make?

He's gone.

[Munch] So, where do we find this pig?

[Walker] Well, he's smart enough to know the police are after him.

And he's smart enough not to get caught.

But what he's not smart enough to do

is control his impulses.

He'll cruise for another victim.

The number one characteristic of fixated pedophiles

is an attachment to their pornography collection.

Pedophiles will never destroy pictures, magazines, videos.

They'll trade them among themselves,

they'll leave them in their wills to fellow pedophiles,

but their collection is the most important thing they own.

Yeah, we only found a couple of magazines

in that nasty apartment of his, and a few photographs.

My feeling is, he has to have a more extensive collection

stashed away somewhere else.

'Cause he's been doing this for 15 years.

So, we find out where this collection is, and we'll find Holton.

I just got a call from Higby, at Holton's apartment.

They found a set of keys. Why don't you get down there?

- I don't trust Higby. I don't want a screw-up. - You got it, Gee.

- [Giardello] Drummond, you go with him. - What?

I want Drummond to go with you.

I know we all feel blessed

about having the great Mitch in our midst,

but I think I can handle this by myself.

I know you can, but take Drummond anyway.

These keys may lead to Holton. We need this break.

- [Munch] Okay. - Come on, Munch.

- All right. All right. [sighs] - Walker.

Have you heard how Stan and the others are doing, Lieutenant?

Stan's got a fractured skull, he's still unconscious.

Beau's conscious.

He was shot through the thigh and neck,

but no nerve or artery was damaged.

Kay is still critical. She was shot through the heart.

Do you think you're gonna get anything more

by questioning Holton's mother?

I've talked to her twice since last night.

I don't think she knows anything.

Let's try a third time.

- Looking for a hat trick? - [Giardello] Precisely.

- You want some back-up? - Yeah, sure.

If you don't mind my driving.

[Lewis chuckling]

[ominous music playing]

Uh, John, uh,

I don't-- I don't want you to think I'm pushy or anything, but, uh...

- I've always been driver. - [laughs] Of course.

Oh, what's the matter with me? How could I have forgotten?

You're the best wheel man in the department.

- Stan says so. - Oh, no.

Well, Stan exaggerates.

If anything, Stan is a master of understatement.

Hey, do you ever go on vacation with him?

We can never work out our schedules.

The best time me and him ever had was three days in Mexico.

- We just went down there because we dared each other. - Mm-hmm.

Look, now, we know the wives are gonna have a conniption, right?

But there we are.

We are anchored off Acapulco

on a 65-foot charter.

[Drummond chuckling] And then Stanley,

he hooks onto this unbelievable marlin.

I mean, the size of a house!

- That was a yellowtail. - What? No, no.

I was there. It was a marlin.

Stan showed me the pictures. It was a yellowtail.

Look, it took me, Stan and the boat captain

practically the whole day just to haul it out of the water.

It must've been a world record. World? It must have been cosmic!

We about broke our asses just getting it on deck.

The biggest yellowtail tops off at a buck 50.

Well, this one was 500 pounds, if it was an ounce. 500 pounds.

Are you saying Stan didn't show me the pictures?

Why would I remember Stan catching a marlin?

It was a yellowtail, okay?

[Drummond sighing]

We had a crappy time, anyway.

Yeah, we argued the whole time.

He snored. He was rude to the waitresses, he--

You know, Stan can be a monumental jerk.

[eerie music playing]

[Howard's voice echoes] He's definitely our guy.

- Police, freeze! - [gunshots echo]

[Bolander's voice echoes] It's always primo for the building.

[gunshots echo]

[Felton's voice echoes] You have the building locked up?

[Howard's voice echoes] I'm sorry, Glen Holton is over

at apartment 201.

[*]

[gunshots echo]

[Felton's voice echoes] Go! 10-13!

10-13! God.

[dog barking]

Here, hold this up to that hole, will you?

What is this, like, pin the tail on the crime scene?

I'm gonna reconstruct what happened.

Then when we find our good friend Holton,

which we eventually will do,

we'll have enough evidence to put him away.

What are you talking about? I was here. I know what happened.

You're an unreliable witness.

You're hysterical, biased.

Stan was standing right there.

That's right. How do you know that?

Because he took a shot to the left temporal lobe.

The bullet creased his skull and fractured it.

Head wounds, they bleed like crazy.

You see there? Above and below on the wall, it's clean.

Blood often reacts in a given way, depending on the weapon.

Bullets spray blood faster and farther than, say, a baseball bat would.

Knife wounds, they tend to drip more often.

This is where Felton went down.

How come there isn't more blood?

Because his wounds hit muscle and fat.

They closed up fairly fast.

He's not exactly Mr. Macrobiotic, that's for sure.

Well, maybe him being a little tubby saved his life.

Howard, she lost the most blood.

She went down here.

And this is where Felton probably grabbed the banister.

You know, you gotta hand it to him.

He was probably trying to stand up to give back

a little of what he got.

[Munch sighs]

That's Stanley's blood.

[Drummond] Blood is blood. Don't get emotional.

I never even fired a shot. I had my gun out. I aimed.

I still couldn't get a damn round off!

Hey, it happens. Don't beat yourself up. Higby!

Hey. Okay, we found Holton's keys.

Check, this one opens up his apartment.

- Where did you find them? - [Higby] Next to the dumpster.

You're telling me that Holton jumped from his roof to this roof?

Yeah, the keys must have fallen out of his pocket.

Listen, there are four keys on this ring. What are the others?

We haven't ID'd all of them, but this little one, that's a subway locker.

We traced the number down to this entrance to the Calvert Street subway.

Radio Frank Pembleton. Tell him to meet us at the subway station now.

[Higby] Right.

[tense music playing]

[Walker] That's Holton's mother.

[Lewis] Well, what's she given us so far?

Nothing.

According to her, she's up for Mother of the Year.

- [Lewis scoffs] - And her son's only problem is he's "misunderstood."

Mrs. Holton.

We need to ask you a few more questions.

- Who's he? - [Lewis] Detective Lewis. Homicide.

Huh. A good-looking police officer.

How come you never brought nobody good-looking with you before?

Good-looking? You need glasses, Mrs. Holton.

Have you heard from Glen today?

I'm on my knees. I got a scrub brush in my hand.

This is the hold I got on life.

It sucks! You suck! Glen sucks!

Now, leave me alone, unless you wanna dip your elbows

in some muriatic acid and give me some help.

[brush scraping on stairs]

I'm telling you, it's my foot, not my shoulder.

Your shoulder's all right?

[Felton] It's my foot. I can't move it.

- Any pain in the foot? - My whole leg is on fire.

- Good sign. - Pain is a good sign?

You get paid a lot of money telling people things like this, Doc?

Although the tests show there's been no damage

to the major arteries or bone structure.

[Felton] Then why the hell can't I move it?

Psychological pain.

Doc, this is my head.

This is my leg. My head is all right.

What, were you on vacation during anatomy classes or what?

No, I just flunked 'em.

- That's why I'm your doc instead of someone else. - [Felton chuckles]

I'm scheduling you for therapy on your neck and shoulders,

starting tomorrow.

Hey!

Oh, it sounds like you're gonna be dancing soon.

- Any day now. - Mmm.

Where's Beth?

She can't stand to see me, strong or weak.

- Oh. - I've been lying here thinking.

Not exactly one of my strong points, as you well know.

But you have a--

a tendency to see things more clearly

when you think your life is gonna end.

And what I know is...

Beth and I don't love each other anymore.

We shouldn't be together.

I don't know if you're in any condition

to be making major decisions, Beau.

I don't want my kids to...

ever hear me yelling at their mother again.

I don't want them to lay in their beds, awake at night...

listening to their father crying.

[emotional music playing]

I just pray that she doesn't use custody

as a weapon against me, that's all.

[phone ringing]

[intense music playing]

Russert. Stan's ex-wife, uh, her plane gets into BWI in 20 minutes.

- I'm gonna be there. - All right, I'll handle things here.

- If you want me, I'll be at the hospital. - Oh, okay.

Lieutenant, we might have a break in the Holton case.

- Where's Gee? - Well, you just missed him. What's up?

- Uh, Munch and Drummond found some keys at the crime scene. - Holton's?

Yeah, they, uh-- they ran a match,

and one of them comes out to be a locker at the Calvert Street subway station.

- They're headed down there right now. - All right, listen.

I'll get a hold of Walker and Lewis, and have them meet you

- down at the Calvert subway, okay? - [Pembleton] Okay.

[*]

Wait! You weren't kidding.

I'm not making you nervous, am I?

No, uh-uh. You're not making me nervous at all.

- Uh-uh. - [seatbelt clicks]

- [sighs] Sex crimes, huh? - Yeah.

That must really get to you most of the time, don't it?

Oh, yeah. My boyfriend hates it when I bring work home, you know?

But you gotta talk about it.

No matter how depraved, you gotta get it out of your system.

Boyfriend, huh?

Well, fiancé, really.

- Oh. - [brakes screeching]

- [horn honking] - What is he, a race car driver?

He's a paramedic.

Yeah, well, when are you and this paramedic jumping the broom?

- What do you mean? - When are y'all getting married?

You're-- you're engaged, aren't you?

Okay, well, we actually haven't set a date yet.

So how long have you been engaged?

- Uh... - What?

Eight years.

[laughs] Eight years?

Yeah, eight years.

[intense music playing]

- [Pembleton] Mitch, you got the keys? - Yeah, right here. Number 13.

- Locker 13, right here. - [Drummond] 13.

That thing's stuck. Come on. [grunts]

[*]

Oh, geez, look at that!

Mm, Holton's pornography collection.

Now, you said that this is important to Holton,

important enough for him to come back here for it?

Yeah, it's a good bet.

Okay, I want every entrance and exit locked up.

I want every ticket taker, janitor, and passenger

at the station to be one of our people.

[sirens wailing in the distance]

Marge, if you want, I can run your suitcases by the hotel first.

- That'd be fine. - No, no.

I wanna get right in there and see Stanley.

Okay.

- You've got it. - [alarm buzzing]

I could've gotten that door for you.

Well, Stan never did. Why should you?

The only time Stan ever came around to open the door for me,

was when he won some ding-dong Church League bowling tournament.

He made me hold his trophy on the ride home.

[sighs] I'll give you two guesses which Stan reached for first,

and I'll give you a big hint. It wasn't me.

Of course, once we got inside, he forgot all about the trophy.

[Giardello chuckling]

Yeah, Stan was a real athlete.

- Never could get enough. - Stan?

Oh, geez, what am I saying? I--

- [Giardello] It's all right. - I never talk about my--

you know, sex life with Stan.

We were in marriage counseling for six months,

and I'd blush every time the psychotherapist would bring it up.

[Giardello exhaling]

Oh, I forgot how cold it gets in Baltimore!

I should have known to bring a warmer coat.

Silly of me to forget, huh?

I think they got some hot coffee inside.

I haven't seen Stan since the day I walked out on him.

Do you think they have some hot tea in here?

I'm sure they do.

[Marge sighs]

[emotional music playing]

- [Marge exhales] - What's wrong?

Maybe I should check into the hotel first.

They'll have hot tea there, right?

[*]

- That's why I need to know what happened. - [door clicks]

- You wanted to see me? - [Granger] Come in, Megan.

- Please. - [Russert] Thank you.

You're not gonna like this, but we want you to review Giardello.

Um, I-- I-- I'm sorry, I don't follow.

Three police officers were shot

during what should have been a routine lock-up.

Was Giardello negligent?

Was anything overlooked or omitted

that should have been taken care of?

You want me to investigate Giardello?

You're of equal rank. We wouldn't ask you to investigate.

We just want you to look into it, what happened.

What-- what happened was,

Felton, Howard, and Bolander went to the wrong apartment

based on a clerical error.

It was not Giardello's fault.

The shootings occurred on Giardello's shift.

That makes him responsible, fault or no fault.

I don't think I'm the right person for the job.

[Barnfather] Lieutenant Russert...

we need a full report, and we need it as soon as possible.

[sighs] I'd prefer this be assigned to someone else.

This is not a request, Megan.

Are you saying that you're refusing to follow a department order?

No, sir.

[Granger] Thank you.

[door clicks]

[knocking on door]

Hey. Beau.

How are you doing, Bob?

I brought some people to see you.

- Daddy! - Daddy!

- [Felton] Hey! - [Bob] Zack, be careful.

[Felton] Oh, it's okay. [grunts]

[Bob groans] Here she is.

Beth asked me to, uh, you know, bring the kids down.

Thanks, Bob.

Dad, when are you gonna come home?

'Cause I wanna show you how good I can throw now.

- You've been practicing, huh? - [Zack] Yeah.

That-- that's great, kiddo.

M-- my partner, Kay Howard. Uh, you heard?

Uh, they won't tell me anything.

Hey, Zack.

Why don't you take your sister down to the snack machine down the hall?

Hey, get me a candy bar too, will you?

The food in this joint's lousy.

- Here we go. [grunts] - [Felton groans]

Kay is, um, she's out of surgery,

but she's, um, still in critical condition.

What does that mean?

She had a bullet through her heart, Beau.

They had her in surgery for, um, six hours.

They don't even know if she's gonna make it.

[somber music playing]

[Felton] You mean she might die?

Yeah.

She might die.

Hey, Meldrick, tell me about the clerical error.

201 instead of 210. They went to the wrong joint.

So the numbers were transposed from the original file to the arrest warrant memo?

Well, I don't know. Maybe Gee initialed the memo, but you know how that goes.

You got all the little bits of paper coming by your desk every day, too.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Giardello initialed the memo?

Yeah, like Giardello initials every memo that goes through the joint.

- What of it? - He--

He signed off on an arrest warrant printed with the wrong address?

Lieutenant, it sounds to me like you're trying to nail Gee's butt to the wall for this.

Look, I don't have a choice, Meldrick.

I was ordered by Barnfather and Granger.

Oh, there you go. There you go. Ain't this a bitch!

The big bosses upstairs, they hire you to do their dirty work,

and you come down there and take it out on Gee!

I don't understand how you can do this to the man.

I'm not trying to do anything to him! Look, Meldrick,

if-- if he made a mistake, he made a mistake, okay?

God knows we all make mistakes.

Yeah, and God knows we always gotta find a fall guy somewhere,

don't we, Lieutenant?

[foghorn blowing]

You ever see anything so depressing as a subway station?

[Pembleton] A lot of people take the subway.

Yeah, yeah, I know, but still.

Still what?

Taking the subway is a very economical, efficient way of getting to work.

When I lived in New York City, I used to take the subway every day.

Airports, you know, they're kind of exciting.

- Mm-hmm. - Train stations, they have a-- a certain kind of glamor.

Bus stations have this ambiance,

but subway stations are just dull.

Are you telling me you're too good to take the subway?

No, no, no, I'm not saying that. No, I'm not!

- What I'm saying is, is if I had my choice... - Mm-hmm?

...I would take-- I'd take the bus, or I'd buy a car, that's it.

Oh, not everyone who takes the subway does so because they have no choice.

Some people actually enjoy taking the subway.

You know, I look around here,

and the one thing I do not see is anyone enjoying anything.

- You're a snob, you know that? - No, I'm not a snob.

- Yes, you are. Yes, you are. - No, I'm not a snob.

You're the worst kind of snob because you refuse to admit

that you actually are a snob.

You truly believe you're one with the common man, but really, you're...

- What? - You'd rather walk than take the subway.

- [scoffs] Really? - Yeah.

Oh, maybe.

[Bayliss] What do you think of that, huh?

- [Pembleton] Is that him? - Well, maybe wearing a disguise.

- You never know these days. - Hmm.

[tense music playing]

She's got a key. Where'd she get the key?

Holton made a copy.

[*]

- Okay, let's go! - [Pembleton] Hold it, hold it!

[Bayliss] Hold it, hold it!

Drop the bag! Down on your knees!

- Hands behind your head! - [Bayliss] Who the hell are you?

- A-- Alice Nance. - [Bayliss] How do you know Glen Holton?

I love him. He's my boyfriend.

[handcuffs clicking]

Okay.

Get that.

[*]

[Bayliss] Holton loves you, huh?

Glen. His name is Glen.

- Yeah, he loves me. - Alice...

- Is it all right if we call you Alice? - Sure.

Alice, do you know where Glen is?

No.

How long have you been Glen's girlfriend?

We met at the Hollywood Diner, that's where I work.

He used to come in all the time.

He didn't tip so great, but he talked to me.

He's very intelligent. He knows about cosmology, the stars and stuff.

Have you talked to him recently?

Sure, yesterday.

What did he tell you?

He said the cops are gonna kill him.

He says you think he shot three cops, and he's dead meat.

No one wants to kill him.

What we wanna do is protect him, Alice.

But we can't do that, unless we know where he is.

Everybody thinks he shot those cops, but he told me he didn't.

And I believe him.

That's why he came to me instead of his stupid, ugly mother.

He knows that I love him better than anybody.

You dated Glen for how long?

Well, we never actually went out or anything.

Then how do you know he loves you?

I can tell.

He never said anything, but I can tell.

He needs me.

If you tell us where he is, Alice,

then he'll be off the street

and he'll be safe.

You're gonna put him in jail.

If you love him, Alice...

you'll tell us where he is.

You'll protect him.

You'll help us to take care of him.

Glen had a terrible childhood, you know.

His stepfather abused him.

His father was a carpenter.

His real father, I mean.

He died when Glen was five.

He used to take Glen down to the shipyard,

you know, where they work on boats.

Glen says his favorite smells in the whole world

are coffee and sawdust and cigarettes.

'Cause they remind him of his dad.

What shipyard, Alice?

Over by Procter and Gamble.

[tense music playing]

This is the only ship at the pier

where Holton could be hiding.

It's called The Sanctuary.

What I want is a police boat

about 100 yards down the shore here.

Why don't you just have a brass band playing on deck?

Excuse me?

Holton shot three police officers.

He's gotta be feeling like he's got a target on his back

if a cop sees him.

He catches one whiff of a stakeout, he's gone again.

Okay, I want three police cars behind the main warehouse here.

- When they-- - Lieutenant, why don't you just give this to my people?

You'll avoid making the same mistake twice.

QRT trains and retrains constantly.

We critique incidents, like the one that led

to the three detectives getting ambushed,

and learn from them.

It's not his area of expertise.

Oh, and who let Holton get away at Penn Station?

- Us? - You got in the way.

Look, you stay out of my way, okay?

Hey, hey, hey.

Aren't we all after the same thing here?

Getting Holton into custody without anyone getting shot.

- Yeah? - That's exactly what you'll get with Pembleton's plan.

- I'm not working with this guy! - Oh, yeah?

You don't have a choice, Frank.

And we don't have much time, so let's get to work, okay?

- [Pembleton scoffs] - Just do your job.

[*]

- Any sign of him yet? - No.

I sent two guys down into the ship an hour ago.

They found a sleeping bag and some empty soda bottles.

Are you sure he's gonna be back?

Yeah, he's got a picture of his mother down there.

He's calling this place home.

You can go back downtown. And I'll call you when he shows.

We're not going anywhere.

[horn blowing]

- [Russert] Hey, Al. - Hello, Megan.

I just got back from the hospital.

Stanley's better.

He's still unconscious, but the good news is,

the swelling has gone down in his brain.

Well, that is good news.

Al, we need to talk.

Barnfather and Granger have...

have asked me to write up a report.

They wanna know why three detectives were ambushed.

You're gonna grade me on my homework?

Al, they didn't give me a choice.

I'm sorry. I--

You are a good soldier.

You do what you're told to do.

So far this year, I've had three officers shot down,

I've had a suicide.

This place is going to hell,

and I'm doing everything I can to keep it together.

Now, why don't you just tell me what it is you wanna know!

Did you initial the arrest warrant?

[Giardello sighs]

Yes.

And, uh-- and you didn't notice that

the secretary had transposed the numbers on the address?

No.

Al, I'm gonna need all your case folders.

The paperwork requesting the warrant

for Glen Holton's arrest.

Anything that you've got.

I'll see that Naomi gets you everything you need.

[sighs] Yeah.

[door clicks]

[knocking on door]

Hey, Beau. How's it hanging?

- Good. - Good. That's good.

[man on PA] Dr. Maxwell to Pharmaceuticals.

Dr. Maxwell to Pharmaceuticals.

- Meldrick. - What?

You can come in. What I have, you can't catch.

Hey, okay.

[Lewis clears throat]

Oh, I got you-- I got you-- It's a giraffe.

I can see that. [sighing]

Thanks for coming down, man.

I know you guys are busting your ass trying to find Holton.

Yeah.

We gon' get him too. Soon.

Listen, man, I-- I gotta ask you a question.

Shoot. I mean, you know, uh--

[chuckles] Anyway.

When Crosetti died...

how'd you get over it?

Hey, Beau--

Hey, don't go there, man. Kay ain't gonna die.

Meldrick, Kay may die.

I'm not gonna pretend that nothing bad is gonna happen,

'cause it already has.

I-- I gotta ask you.

What are you supposed to do if your partner dies on you?

[Lewis sighs]

Well, you just-- you...

you just-- you just gotta keep going on, is all.

It's just-- you get up

a-- and you do your job, you know.

Go to work.

You get through each day, one day at a time like that, and then, uh...

[sighing]

You hope that-- that one-- one day you'll get up and...

and it'll hurt a little less.

You just gotta-- you gotta just get through it, you know.

You just got to-- you just go on.

It's that simple.

- That's it? Keep going on? - Yeah.

Just keep going on, man.

Meldrick, that's, like, the stupidest thing

I've ever heard in my whole life.

Now you're...

you're just spitting on my advice.

You ask me down here,

and I open up my heart to you,

and you go and spit on my advice, just like that?

Basically, yeah.

- Give me back the giraffe. - No way.

- Give me the damn giraffe! - No way.

You don't want my advice, give me the giraffe!

Okay, okay, he's just come home.

Right there, right there, going up the gangplank.

[Pembleton] That's Glen Holton, all right.

Okay, the suspect is on the ship.

All units mobilize.

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[police radio chatter]

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We found his nest. He's in the engine room.

Mitch, below you!

[Drummond] Freeze! Freeze!

[Munch] I found him, he's heading towards the stern.

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[garbled talking over police radio]

[dispatcher] Radio signal 10-13, A-O between second and third.

A-O, second and third.

[Pembleton] Hold it!

Get down! Get down!

[Holton grunts]

[Pembleton] Glen Holton, you are under arrest for the murder of William Borkin,

and for the attempted murder of three Baltimore City police officers.

You have the right to remain silent...

- This is it? Your full report? - Yes, sir.

It-- it's all there. Al was extremely forthcoming.

[Barnfather] And?

This was a routine arrest of a suspect

who never demonstrated any proclivity for use of firearms.

Our people had more than adequate back-up.

They were wearing their vests.

The administrative assistant who typed the arrest warrant

transposed the apartment number.

Why didn't Al double-check the specifics?

Why didn't he catch the transposition?

Well, Al is a busy man and sometimes--

Megan, did Al initial the orders to arrest?

- No. - No?

- No. - Excuse me, Captain Barnfather.

But if you want me to answer any questions, ask me directly.

Um, it-- it's all right, Al.

We're-- we're just about done in here.

I review and initial all warrants.

I reviewed and initialed the arrest warrant for Glen Holton.

Well, that's not what Megan just told me.

Lieutenant, do you wanna explain?

If you had allocated funds for a new computer system,

it might have slowed down the endless piles of paperwork

that Al and I have to deal with.

Now, as a direct result of those piles,

we sometimes have detectives out making arrests

before we can initial the warrant.

It was Granger's idea to save money by not buying the new computer system.

I'll remind him of that.

Al...

Megan.

Captain.

The truth is, I should have caught that mistake.

Bull!

No.

You shouldn't have lied, but thanks.

Oh, what, lying to those guys?

Come on, they're only getting what they give.

Hey, Gee! We got the shooter.

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[traffic din]

What, are you guys gonna bash me around some more?

- Where's my lawyer? - [Pembleton] Do you need a lawyer?

What are you guilty of?

I don't have to be guilty of anything to have a lawyer.

I know the routine, all right?

You gonna stand behind me?

[Pembleton] What, my partner makes you nervous?

Why are you nervous?

- You didn't do anything. - You think I did.

What I think, and why you're nervous,

are two separate items.

I heard about the kid who was killed last week.

[Bayliss] And that makes you nervous?

Look, I had nothing to do with it.

[Pembleton] Well, who here says that you did?

Then why am I here?

You're here because you shot three police officers.

I didn't shoot anybody.

Listen, I don't even have a gun. I don't like guns.

And I don't like people standing behind me, either!

[Pembleton] Why?

- I-- - [Pembleton] It, um...

reminds you?

See, I just don't like it. All right?

[Pembleton] Well, anyone who's been up at Jessup,

they know about people standing behind them.

Don't they? Mmm?

It's a sort of special instinct they develop, huh?

I didn't do anything to that kid,

and I didn't shoot any cops.

Well, you're going down for one or the other.

Take your pick.

[Bayliss] You see, the cops, they're still alive.

But the kid...

The kid, he's dead.

So, it's your choice.

I didn't do anything.

If you're innocent, then why did you run?

I was scared, all right?

Of the cops, about the cops, right?

Because you knew that if you got caught,

that you'd have your ass kicked in here!

Well, you're here now. Huh?

You're here with me and Frank.

Nothing wrong is happening in here, is it?

You know, if it were me...

I'd cop to shooting the three detectives.

Up in Jessup, I might be given a little more space,

a little more respect, you know?

And if I killed the kid...

- You're right. - Right.

See, I'd demand to be put in isolation.

I'd wanna have protection.

But then, who-- who would you trust?

I mean, who would be in protective isolation with you?

[Bayliss] Well, I'd have special guards in there with me.

[Pembleton] Well, I wouldn't trust them.

I mean, they'd be the last guys that I'd trust.

[Bayliss] Oh. Oh, yeah, right, right, because they've got family.

- Yeah, yeah. Of course. - [Pembleton] Yeah, they got kids.

I mean, anyone with kids, you know, I don't want them guarding me.

[Bayliss] Yeah, I see your point, because,

well, mistakes, they happen all the time.

Yeah, someone looks away for a second.

- A guard leaves a security door unlocked. - [Bayliss] Right.

[Pembleton] Real wrong things just, uh, they happen.

- [Bayliss] They happen. - [Pembleton] Yeah.

[Bayliss] Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's it.

How about you two don't think out loud anymore?

All right?

[Holton shudders]

[Wesley] Detective Felton?

[nurse] He just had some tests. He's a little groggy.

I'm Kay Howard's father.

Oh, hi.

Oh, I'm sorry.

About Kay.

How's she doing?

Oh, she's stable.

She's maintained a steady body temperature

for the last eight hours, but...

she hasn't woken up yet.

I-- I'm sorry.

For what happened to Kay.

[Wesley] You didn't pull the trigger.

I know.

But I opened the door for her.

I put her in first.

[Wesley] Chivalry.

It got her shot.

Have you seen her?

No.

I can't.

I tried a couple of times, I--

I just can't.

It's my fault she's in there.

If you hadn't opened that door for Kay...

she would have opened it herself.

All right, that's enough. We got him on the killing of the Borkin kid.

- Let's just charge him. - So we send him up on murder?

Exactly, murder. We convict, he goes up for life.

Okay, let's do it.

- [Pembleton] On your feet. - Come on.

- Hold it. Hold it. Hold it. - [Pembleton] What?

[Bayliss] What?

You didn't mean to shoot those three cops, did you, Glen?

No, you were just scared.

[Holton sighing]

Yeah, I was scared.

- Yeah. - [Pembleton] Tell us what happened.

I'd just come out of my apartment.

One of the cops, he sees me, he calls for me to stop.

- Which cop? - I don't know. The first one?

I figure I got nothing to lose, so I run up to the roof,

and they come after me.

I'd heard about the kid and I knew they'd be pissed.

So, before you got to the roof, what happened there?

I get to the roof, I'm cornered.

They had their guns out.

This is on the roof? [clears throat]

- You're not on the roof. - I'm on the roof.

No, no, no, you're still in the hallway, Glen!

[Holton] You take me there, I'll show you right where I was,

right beside the drainpipe.

They had their guns. They had this look in their eyes.

And you pulled out a gun?

- What kind of a gun? - [Glen] A gun, one of those guns you get on the street.

- One gun? - Yeah, one gun.

So you took the gun and you shoot the three detectives.

Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang!

Is that what you did? Is that what you did?

It happened so fast, I don't know.

Then I-- I head back downstairs.

- You know what I'm saying? I shot these cops. - You're lying!

You killed the Borkin kid!

We found his belt in your closet. You're going to jail for that!

- [Glen sobbing] I did. - You didn't shoot anybody.

- [Glen] I killed the Borkin kid. - End of story.

- He's not the one. - What?

[Pembleton] Holton didn't shoot Bolander, Howard, and Felton.

If he didn't do it, then who did?

I wanna know!

I don't know, Gee.

[gentle music playing]

[song lyrics playing]

[Felton] Hey, Father.

[song lyrics playing]

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How are you doing, Kay?

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