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[upbeat music plays]

Hey, hey!

Six years I spent in that hole.

I walk out to see my oldest and best friend waiting

for me and what do I hear?

The fresh wind of freedom? No.

I hear this mindless crap and already I got

a migraine crawling up the back of my skull.

Yeah, but you didn't have to toss a suitcase at me!

I just had my bridgework done. You know how much that cost?

I would have expected a little thoughtfulness, that's all.

A little consideration.

Prison is very stressful.

- What's that? - What's what?

That. Is there something I don't know about, Danny?

Have they cured cancer since I went away? Let's go.

I'm sorry I forgot about your migraines.

Well, I didn't really forget, I just didn't see you coming.

I would have turned the music down if I had seen you coming.

I know you hate '70s pop music, I know they give you migraines.

I didn't forget, Victor, I didn't forget!

I started smoking again because of the stress.

You know, it's stressful out here, too.

- Did you miss me? - Miss you?

Of course I missed you.

Then put some gas into this sack of bones

and let's go have us some fun.

Oh ho ho! All right, look out, world!

Here we come! What do you wanna do, Victor?

You want a woman?

You want to swan dive into the swamp of love?

How about going down to Fellas Point, hit the dead end,

and say hello to the bottom of a bottle of Jack Daniels?

Huh? Huh?

I want to go to 2013 Fountain Street.

Fountain Street? What the hell's on Fountain Street?

Just drive there.

Okay, okay.

- Can I smoke? - No.

You know someone here?

You got a little something on the side

you never told me about?

[Victor] Yeah, that's it. Pull over.

Over there. There's a space over there.

I don't want them to see us.

- [Danny] Who? - [Victor] Just park in here.

Good morning, Frank.

[Danny] Who's that?

[Victor] Detective Frank Pembleton.

Baltimore Homicide.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- And guess what? - What?

This is the last day of his life.

[theme music plays]

They look like a happy couple, don't they?

Mr. and Mrs. Frank Pembleton.

You're telling me you're gonna kill this guy?

Is that what you're telling me?

Something cold in their relationship, though.

Don't you think? The quick kiss, the snappy wave goodbye.

I think their sex life's gone south.

What do you think, Danny?

I think I'm getting a little nervous is what I think.

- Why? - Because you're making

(???) like you're gonna kill this guy.

- I am. - That's insane.

- Insane? - Well, not insane, but crazy!

That bastard arrested me for murder.

I got put away.

I lost six years of my life.

They're gone, never coming back.

And what about Amelia, huh?

What about what happened to my damn wife?

And my kid? Junior won't speak to me.

And my father. He had to quit the Elks just when he was

finally elected Grand Master, on account of his agitated

condition, brought about by my incarceration.

These are the facts.

In light of these facts,

I see nothing wrong in seeking vengeance.

But you were guilty.

What did you say? I was guilty?

Did I hear you right?

The heater you installed was screwy.

But I didn't know that. That was an accident.

- You knew it might be screwy. - There's a difference.

Anything might be screwy. An airplane might be screwy.

An airplane might fall out of the sky,

crash and burn and kill everybody on board.

They don't arrest the maintenance crew, do they?

That thing leaked gas.

The family that lived in that house died, all of them.

I don't know, but that sounds like guilty to me.

Is there a law that says I had to tell them

that gas heater might be screwy?

The answer is no. There is no law that says

I had to tell anyone that gas heater might be screwy.

So, did I break the law?

The answer is no! I did not break the law!

All right.

Look, I feel bad about that family.

Okay? I do.

But I'm not responsible.

Frank Pembleton, that self-righteous bastard,

heard about the gas leak and went on some frigging crusade!

He and the State Attorney chose me as a test case!

Why did they choose me? Huh?

Is that fair? Huh?

No, Victor. Fair is not the word I'd use.

STAN: Frank.

FRANK: Hey, Stan. Tim.

Guess he doesn't love you any more.

No, no, he thinks I'm overly zealous.

Relentless, in fact.

Oh, Frank, relentless? Come on.

All you did was try to send his cousin to the gas chamber.

- So, what do we do now? - We wait.

- You got a plan? - I'm looking for an angle.

- An angle? - Right.

You mean an angle on how to kill this guy?

An angle, an opening, a chink in his armour.

A moment in his day when Frank Pembleton

lets his guard drop.

Trust me, Danny. It's loud enough.

That's where they brought me when they arrested me.

When he arrested me, Frank Pembleton.

He put me in a room and tried to sweat a confession out of me.

The Gestapo on their best day had nothing over

Frank Pembleton and his tactics.

You've been through hell, Victor.

There's no doubt about that.

Damn straight I've been through hell.

I'm just wondering if maybe killing this cop

is not the best way to right a wrong.

You know what I'm saying?

It's the only way to right a wrong.

I want him to know what it feels like to be dead

because that's how he treated me

from the minute he put the handcuffs on me.

Like I wasn't alive.

Like I wasn't even a human being.

Just some sort of a bug he could crush.

He's probably just doing his job.

Deep down he's probably just a normal Joe.

What, you actually think he has some feelings?

- [Danny] I don't know. - Is that what you think?

Yeah, that's what I think.

I bet you $100 he wouldn't recognise me if he saw me.

Maybe he wouldn't, but that's because he makes

a lot of arrests. I mean, what say 50,

and you've been gone six years, so that must be about.

- I gotta get closer. - Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Where are you going?

Danny, to work an angle, you've gotta have information.

That's what the CIA does, gathers information.

Armed with that information,

the government can work an angle and kick ass.

Like the Gulf War.

Hey, hey, hey!

What if he recognizes you?

[phone ringing]

- Lost? - Lost? No.

Uh?

I was just wondering if Frank Pembleton was around.

- Detective Pembleton? - Yeah.

Yeah, he's over there.

[rhythmic music plays]

[siren wailing]

Go! Go!

What? Where?

What? Whoa!

[suspenseful music plays]

[honking]

Whoa.

What have we got here?

What don't we got? She's been decapitated.

- Where's the head? - Rolled away!

- It's not here, that's for sure. - We got a murder weapon?

Not yet. We're still searching

the rest of the house and the backyard.

Okay. Have the uniforms check the alley,

- talk to the neighbors. - Sure thing.

[speaking foreign language]

What is all this babble?

Excuse me. Can you please tell me what's going on here?

Sister Zelda is dead.

Some son of a bitch went in there to get

his fortune read and killed her.

I guess he didn't like his fortune, huh?

Come on.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

I don't like foreigners.

- They're gypsies. - Gypsies?

- Yeah, gypsies. - Where do they come from?

- Here. - Baltimore?

You're on a roll, Danny.

Since when do we have gypsies in Baltimore?

- Since forever. - Forever?

Hey, are you still looking for that angle?

There's more than one way to kill a cop.

Let me ask you something.

Why don't you just do it the easy way?

Why don't you just run him over

right in front of his house?

Run him over in front of his house?

Just trying to be helpful.

An angle has beauty.

An angle makes sense. An angle makes something special.

I want Pembleton's death to be special.

Can I be any clearer?

- [screams] - What? What?

[suspenseful music plays]

Why do we have to bring the damn thing here?

Open the refrigerator.

This is where I live. This is my home.

Now it's gonna be haunted forever.

Open the refrigerator and don't make me say everything twice.

Get that crap out of there.

I'm not gonna be able to sleep here.

You ruined it for me.

A man's home is his castle

and you've kicked me out of my castle!

Get rid of the middle shelf.

If I'd have known when I got up this morning

that by lunchtime you'd be threatening to kill a cop

and having me put a head in my refrigerator,

I would have thought twice about picking you up, okay?

That's not going to work.

Look, I am just being honest.

I am your friend, but this is seriously crazy!

I'm gonna smoke a cigarette.

I don't care what you think.

This is my home, and even though it's haunted,

and I'm gonna have to find a new place to live soon,

and rents being what they are now,

that's not an easy thing to do, I'm gonna smoke a cigarette.

What are we gonna do with the head?

My milk is gonna go bad.

Killing Pembleton is not enough, Danny.

Anybody could just kill him.

I gotta mess with his head first.

His confidence.

I wanna make him feel what I felt.

Public humiliation!

Then I'll kill him.

That's your angle?

Ask yourself, Danny, what would humiliate

Frank Pembleton more than anything else in the world?

- Failure. - [Danny] Failure?

Incompetence.

Frank Pembleton is a very professional man.

That much I can tell you.

I got to figure out a way to make him look incompetent,

feel incompetent.

I gotta make him fail.

We have the knife...

Pembleton's looking for the knife.

We have the head...

Pembleton's looking for the head.

You got a camera, Danny?

This is definitely not a finesse job.

The head was hacked off.

It must have taken at least 10 or 12 tries.

A knife? A really old, rusty, dull knife.

Frank, you and the Baltimore Sun just got a special delivery.

According to the note which is included,

you have here a genuine picture of the murder weapon.

"Detective Pembleton this is the murder weapon used

in Sister Zelda's head... Baltimore Sun.

I hope you have a nice day."

Why would a man cut off someone's head,

save the weapon, take the head, and then send a photograph

of the weapon to me and the Baltimore Sun?

- You're assuming it was a man. - I'm assuming nothing.

It's an expression, a figure of speech.

Don't be so literal minded, Tim. This is crap.

It's just some lowlife who needs a little attention.

What does the Sun think?

They think it crap. I called them, they're not gonna run it.

[bell chimes]

[Victor] How long have we known each other, Danny?

[Danny] A long time.

[Victor] How long?

I don't know.

Me neither, but my point is, I want to thank you.

- Thank me? - Yeah.

I want to thank you for being my friend and standing by me

in these hours of desperation.

You're a good friend, Danny.

You're the best friend a guy could have.

- I'd die for you, man. - I know. I know.

- [Danny] I'd die for you. - I know, I know.

I know, Danny. That's enough. Let go.

Hey.

That's him?

[bell rings]

Hey! Junior!

Hey, Junior. You grew up on me.

Got yourself an earring? You look like a pirate.

Six years is a long time, huh?

- Hey, Danny. - Hey, kid.

So, I guess you got out.

Yeah, I got out.

Is your grandmother treating you okay?

Yeah.

He's a good-looking kid, huh?

Yeah, he's a good-looking kid.

How you doing, Junior? School okay?

Got a lot of friends? It's good to have friends.

Hey, can I have one of those for later?

Oh, yeah, sure.

What's the matter with you? No way he smokes.

- Says who? - Says me.

If I wanna smoke, I'll damn well smoke.

You wanna end up like him?

Sucking up all the garbage the world can feed you?

As long as I don't end up like you,

I really don't care what happens to me.

Don't you talk to me like that, Junior.

- I'm your father. - Like hell.

I ain't got a father.

Just a son of a bitch who killed my mother.

Come back here, Junior.

I said come back here, damn it! I did not kill your mother!

I did not kill your mother! I did not kill his mother.

Frank Pembleton killed his mother.

It's his fault she committed suicide!

Not mine! Not my fault!

Frank Pembleton's gotta die.

I'll bet the whole thing is about sex.

Big man, you got a one-track mind.

No. You see, she was cheating on her husband.

No, no, her husband lives in New Mexico.

- They're divorced. - Gypsies get divorced?

Everyone gets divorced.

- It's a national pastime. - That's 'cause everyone cheats.

Gary Cooper speaks!

Gary Cooper was a notorious philanderer.

Another male myth bites the dust.

And that's because everyone has affairs.

I never had an affair. Margie left me.

- What time is it? - It's a quarter to 1:00.

Damn! I have 11 minutes to 1:00, actually.

- Where are you going? - I gotta get my car tuned.

Hello, Frank? We've got a case here!

- You're the primary! - Later!

[reporter] Mrs. Zelda Peters was the matriarch of

Baltimore's gypsy community.

Once one of the largest and most powerful clans

in the nation, it now numbers only 150.

Sister Zelda worked for nearly 20 years as a palm

reader and fortune teller serving local clients

out of her Terry Parkway home.

- You think the head's okay? - The head's fine.

Just shut up and listen.

[reoirter] Homicide Lieutenant Al Giardello

told the press that the police had made no arrests

and had no suspects.

He refused to confirm or deny rumors

that Mrs. Peters' head is missing.

Does your head feel anything after it's been cut off?

I mean, you know, for a few seconds before it dies?

I mean, there you are, there's your head and there's your body.

And it's not the same any more.

Everything's different.

- It's all different. - [Victor] Here he comes.

[Danny] I got a question.

How do they get the caffeine out of the coffee bean?

[Victor] What?

[Danny] Decaf is like unleaded fuel, right?

So, the question is how do they get

the caffeine out of the coffee bean?

I mean, you got the bean and the caffeine.

It's like a chemical or something all mixed

in with the good stuff that makes coffee coffee.

So, how do they get it out?

Do they stomp on the bean like they stomp on

grapes to make wine?

Who cares, Danny?

Maybe they stick some kind of a needle in it

and suck out the caffeine.

Each and every bean?

It's just a theory.

If they did that, a cup of coffee

would cost you $150 minimum.

Well, well, well.

It looks as if our friend Frank ain't such a saint after all.

You got the camera?

He just doesn't seem like the type to have a nooner

to be cheating on his wife.

What would you know about cheating on your wife?

You've never been married,

you've never even been engaged.

- I could have been. - To who?

Sally Ann Marko.

You had a thing going with Sally Ann Marko?

Don't call it a thing. It sounds cheap.

Oh, excuse me.

You got the camera or not?

Of course I do.

It's at home. With the head.

Whoa!

He's having an affair with his own wife?

Okay, bye-bye, sweetie. I'll see you.

- Frank, Frank-- - [exciting music plays]

- Here. - Thanks.

- I love you, bye. - Bye.

I, um-- I have the-- Yes, yes.

[phone ringing]

[receptionist] Doctor's office?

- Do you have an appointment? - What kind of place is this?

Doctor Roberts is a reproductive specialist.

Oh. Like, a fertility doctor?

Would you like an appointment?

Me? Would I like an appointment?

No, I would not like an appointment.

There's absolutely nothing wrong with me.

I don't need an appointment.

Save your appointment time for somebody who needs it.

Okay, let's see what kind of sperm count

we've got here, Frank.

[beeping]

There's a good one.

One?

No, no, no. This is not a good idea.

I should have known the bastard shoots blanks.

You're a convicted felon.

Convicted felons cannot legally buy guns.

I'm not gonna buy a gun. You are.

- I can't afford a gun. - I'll pay for it.

[reporter] A decapitated body was found earlier--

If this lady was such a good fortune teller, my question is,

if she was so good at telling fortunes, how come she couldn't

tell that guy was gonna come into her house

and chop her head off?

Answer me that, boo boo.

- Can I help you guys? - You can't, can you?

Yeah, my friend would like to purchase a gun. One of those.

Oh, yeah, with the big, sharp shiny knife at the end of it.

What will you do with a bayonet?

Storm the beaches of the Eastern Shore?

Target shooting with a bayonet, right?

He's gonna target shoot with an assault rifle?

He's a terrible shot.

It's just evening the odds. So, how much?

300. And tax.

- Tax? - Yeah, you know tax.

You gotta pay taxes on a gun?

About 15 bucks.

Let me tell you something, my friend.

Taxes are responsible for everything that's

gone wrong with this country.

From the loss of the dollar's purchasing power

to the decline of the middle class.

Taxes have robbed us of our belief

in an expanding future.

Taxes have killed the American Dream.

He's not paying taxes on the gun!

He's taking his stand here and now!

He's drawing his line in the sand.

That's great.

What the hell was that about?

I thought you wanted to buy a gun?

- I hate them. - I know.

You know why I hate them?

'Cause he's responsible for putting you away.

Wrong.

I hate them because they're happy.

My sperm count was low.

You know, that's like being told you're impotent

or not a whole man or something.

If the guys in the squad room found out, I'd have to resign.

Men are proud of the stupidest things.

You're being supportive, right?

- Frank... - I'm outta here!

Goodbye! I'm checking the house.

- I locked up already. - I'll check the doors,

I'll check the windows, and when everything's safe,

then we can go to sleep, okay?

Okay.

- [Danny] Victor. - Yeah?

Are you reconsidering?

Reconsidering?

Yeah. I think you're reconsidering.

You may not know it on a conscious level yet,

but I think you are.

I'm not reconsidering.

Then why do what you did?

Like turning on only one burner.

- What is that gonna prove? - It's a warning.

It shows him how easy it would be.

Boom!

[suspenseful music]

- You left the gas on! - No, I didn't.

Wake up! Come on, come on, come on.

Enough of the wet dreams.

Who are these people? Where do they get their power?

The bastards didn't print it. They didn't believe me!

I'll send them something they'll believe!

I had a bad dream, man. Really nasty dream.

We were in the fall-out shelter my dad built in the backyard.

Remember? We were down there, we were sealed in!

But there was no nuclear war.

Where's the camera, Danny?

It's a warning. It's a sign.

It's a premonition. Victor, you gotta stop.

This whole thing's out of hand.

I'll ask you for the second time.

Where's the camera, Danny?

There's no nuclear war, Victor!

Let me put it to you another way.

If you were me, where would you look for the camera?

Here's the damn camera!

Did you hear me about the dream?

I don't believe in dreams.

I don't believe in signs, I don't believe in omens

because if that stuff was real, I'd have known that gas heater

was screwy and I didn't, so they don't exist.

[camera shutter clicks]

Looks like a real head to me, Frank.

You've got a whacko on your hands, Frank.

- Is it going in the Sun? - Yeah, I can just see it now.

Banner headlines, "Killer sends in photo of victim's head.

Taunts helpless police."

We're gonna look like idiots.

- This guy's making fun of us. - Maybe you just

weren't relentless enough this time, huh, Frank?

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

- Nothing. - If you have something to say

to me, please, say it.

I got nothing to say to you, Frank.

Is this true what Russ is telling me?

The son of a bitch sent a photo of a head to the newspaper?

I will not allow the squad room

become the butt of Baltimore's sick jokes.

I will not allow us to lose our respect.

Am I making myself clear, Frank?

Yes, very.

[uplifting music]

[Danny] Can I ask you something?

[Victor] What?

How come you don't like '70s pop music?

- That's your question. - Yeah.

- It's stupid. - What stupid?

- They're stupid. - The lyrics are stupid?

The lyrics. They're stupid.

They might not be deep,

but they contain certain basic truths.

"Do a little dance, make a little love,

get down tonight."

You can't tell me you don't think that's stupid?

Let me ask you something, what did you do while I was away?

Did you have yourself frozen or something, baby?

You haven't changed in six years.

You haven't changed.

"Do a little dance, make a little love,

get down tonight."

Huh? Victor, huh?

You should try going back to night school sometime.

Do a little dance, get a little diploma. Try that.

- Let me get that for you. - Oh, thank you.

Wait a minute. Aren't you Frank Pembleton's beautiful wife?

Well, I'm Frank's wife.

I don't know about beautiful part.

Beautiful and modest. Here, let me help you.

- Come on. I insist, I insist. - It's all right--

My name's Arnold Chalk. Detective Chalk.

- Oh. - I'm working out of Arson.

Frank and I have had a bit of work together in the past.

I recognised you from the photo on his desk.

So, how is Frank doing these days?

I haven't seen him in a while.

Well, I don't see him much either.

We're both working hard, but he's doing fine.

Good, good.

He's working on that gypsy thing, right?

The dead fortune teller?

- Yeah. Wasn't it terrible? - Yeah, it was terrible.

I'll tell you the truth, if I didn't carry a gun,

I wouldn't feel safe on these streets any more.

A bunch of creeps out there.

You know, you should be careful.

That's what Frank says.

Frank's right, as usual.

Have they found the head yet?

- Excuse me? - The head.

The dead fortune teller's head.

Oh. No, I don't think so.

Tell Frank he's looking in all the wrong places.

- For the head? - Yeah. For the head.

You know where it is?

Let's just say I have an interest in the case.

Oh.

Good talking to you, Mrs. Pembleton.

At the risk of being bold, let me say once again,

you are beautiful.

Frank's a lucky man.

Thanks.

- Mrs. Pembleton? - Yes?

If you can't conceive, you can always adopt.

[suspenseful music]

[Danny] I'm worried, Victor. I'm really worried.

I mean, I've been worried before,

but now I am really worried. Sincerely worried.

That's it. Tell him about that spooky man you met

who knew you were trying to have a baby.

Look at you!

Peeping through windows, talking to yourself.

I mean, I've seen you messed up, but this is ridiculous.

The man is a cop. He was doing his job.

You got caught. End of story.

Now you reassure her, Frank.

"Don't worry, baby. Everything's cool.

It was probably just some weirdo who made a lucky guess."

Victor, listen to me.

This is your best friend talking, a man who loves you.

I don't like what I'm seeing.

You're gonna kill this guy?

I don't like what I'm seeing.

[Victor] Damn! They're happy again!

[fog horn in distance]

We're gonna make it. We're gonna have our baby.

A beautiful baby, a smart baby.

A happy baby.

- You know this? - I know this.

There's something about this guy that bothers me.

I'm gonna have Eddie Chaffee sit outside the house

in a squad car and keep an eye on things.

- Okay. - I don't like it,

so I want you to stay inside and not go anywhere.

You promise me that?

[sincere piano melody]

Amelia and I were never happy like that.

She was always yelling at me to get work.

Then when I would get work, she would yell at me

because I wasn't home enough.

She also liked garlic.

She ate it like it was candy.

She stank from it.

Yeah, I know I remember that,

but she had her good qualities, too.

She was okay.

- Like what qualities? - I don't know.

She was funny. She made me laugh.

- She wasn't funny. - Yes, she was.

She never made me laugh.

I never heard her crack a joke.

She never even made puns,

so I don't know what you're talking about.

- Well, she had a good body. - Hey!

Sorry.

I never told you, but I cheated on her once.

- You did? Nah. - I did.

- Nah. - And she found out.

When?

About six months before I was arrested.

Yeah.

I cheated on her, but I always loved her.

You know how I know I always loved her?

Because I still miss her.

Looks like we've got a little action going down.

You're gonna lose him.

- I'm not gonna lose him. - You're gonna lose him!

If I get any closer, he's gonna see me.

I know my surveillance techniques.

- I was in the army. - [Victor] Slow down.

[Danny] You just told me to go faster!

Now I'm telling you to slow down.

[Danny] You show me no respect.

Okay, go round the corner. Go around the corner.

[Danny] Just once I'd like you to throw me a little compliment.

[Victor] I thanked you for being my friend. Isn't that enough?

[Danny] No, as a matter of fact, it's not.

You should say things like, "Danny,

your hair looks good tonight.

Danny, your shoes are really sharp. "

Or, "Danny, may your dreams come true. "

Danny, you don't even have any dreams.

You're insensitive, you know that?

Besides, you don't accept responsibility for nothing.

Not for Junior, not for messing up the gas pipe, not for Amelia.

- You wanna die? - [screaming]

You wanna die, Danny? You wanna die?

You wanna die right now?

- You wanna die right now? - What are you, nuts?

Are you crazy? Are you trying to kill us?

Double suicide, is that your angle?

Watch out, watch out!

Back, back, back. Back. Come one!

Back up!

REPORTER: Tried to kill himself earlier today by jumping

in front of a bus at the corner of Boston and Allisana Street.

Officers then chased him to the second deck of

the Captain James restaurant where he threatened to jump off

the starboard side and police finally cornered him.

At 8:33, Gary McLintock was arrested

for the brutal murder of Zelda Peters.

He's now in police custody.

Homicide detective Frank Pembleton said

only that McLintock confessed to the beheading,

[indistinct] claiming that she put a hex on him.

Apparently, McLintock was a client of Sister Zelda.

Frank Pembleton, Frank Pembleton.

You'd think the world would have had enough of

Frank Pembleton by now. Wouldn't you?

Frank, the great detective.

Frank, the loving husband.

It's enough to make me puke!

We're out of beer and we're out of food.

You could always eat the head.

I don't eat meat, wise guy. It clogs the arteries.

REPORTER: Earlier today, a package containing a gruesome

videotape was delivered anonymously to this station.

Looks like you got the wrong man, Frank.

We don't have the wrong man. McLintock confessed.

The confession matched the crime scene.

- He knew everything. - Well then why does someone

else have the murder weapon and the head?

He dropped the knife and head in the alley

when he was running away.

He took the knife. And he took the head

- And he ran. - FRANK: Yes.

And then he dropped the knife that had his fingerprints

all over it and then he dropped the head.

Why? 'Cause the head became heavy all of a sudden?

Frank, this makes no sense to me.

He was nuts! He thought she put a hex on him.

He heard voices. He believes in omens and signs and dreams.

I don't know. Maybe there were two of them.

Frank, you got a call.

Two heads?

Homicide, Pembleton. Hi.

What? What, just now?

Okay. Sweetie, look out the window

and see if Eddie is in his squad car.

Okay. Okay, you stay there.

Don't go outside for any reason.

I'm coming, okay?

[suspenseful music]

- Let's go. - No.

Danny, don't start!

We've been following Frank Pembleton all over

this friggin' city and what do we see?

Frank slaving away at the office,

Frank going to the morgue, Frank interviewing the gypsy

woman's neighbors, Frank buying flowers for his wife,

Frank humiliating himself so that they can have babies.

Frank Pembleton takes responsibility for himself,

for his family.

Hell, he even takes responsibility for dead people.

It's about time I started taking responsibility for my own life.

I'm not going with you, Victor.

[suspenseful music]

[door shuts]

- Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.

I got home and I could smell the gas.

All the burners were on this time.

Son of a bitch!

There's a message on the answer machine.

[Victor] Hi, Frank. It's me.

I hope Mary's all right.

She doesn't smoke, does she?

So, Frank, if you want the head and the knife that cut it off,

meet me tonight at 16 Brentwood Street.

10:30 sharp. Come alone, Frank.

I'll know if you're not alone because I know

everything about you.

And your beautiful wife.

Okay, you stay inside.

I'm gonna have Eddie come in and sit with you.

- No, Frank, don't go! - No, I believe this guy.

- At least call Gee or Tim or-- - No!

Mary, just stay inside!

Don't go anywhere, stay here.

Come on, Eddie, get out of the car, man!

[suspenseful music]

[engine revving]

[suspenseful music continues]

Hey, Frank. Don't say a word.

Not a single word.

Drop the gun.

I said drop the gun, Frank!

[clattering]

Good. Are you scared for your wife?

Good.

Did you feel humiliated when you saw that stupid head

in the newspapers and on TV?

We're here, Frank, because this is the house

that had the gas heater that leaked the gas

that killed the family that you busted me for.

I was a plumber's apprentice trying to get a little work

on the side, so I kind of lied about my credentials.

I'd never hooked up a gas heater before, but I'm pretty good

at following instructions, so I thought, "What the hell?

You can do this."

I had ambitions, Frank.

And talent.

I was going to get a license of my own,

go into business for myself.

That was my dream. Don't you move!

You ruined my life, Frank.

I lost my wife,

my kid, my work.

I lost everything, all because of a little bad luck, Frank!

You gotta pay for that, man.

You gotta pay.

Otherwise there's no justice in this world.

Otherwise it's all meaningless.

You can't just do something and then pretend you didn't.

That it didn't happen.

That somehow you weren't involved.

You were! You did!

It's your fault, Frank.

Now you're gonna die for it.

You gotta die for it, Frank. You gotta die.

I can't do it! I can't do it! [sobbing]

I'm sorry.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Let me get this straight.

The head was resting on a table surrounded by candles?

Were there hors d'oeuvres?

I mean, what was this? A gypsy buffet?

It was just sitting there, Munch. Not saying a word.

Can craziness be a virus?

Some lunatic sneezes and ten more people go nuts?

You know what I mean?

Are we having an epidemic here?

I'll be there for you, Victor! I swear to God.

I'll be there for you when you get out.

Get out.

Frank. We just got a call from Fred Samuels personally

thanking us for retrieving Mrs. Peters' head.

- Who's Fred Samuels? - King of the Gypsies.

Lives up in Wilmington, runs a gas station up there.

They're going to open the grave and put the head back

in with the rest of the body.

May all her parts rest in peace.

I'm going to Jimmy's for something to eat.

Does anyone want to come?

I'd love to join you, but I guess

I have to get back upstairs.

Hey, Frank, nice work.

Hey, Gee, I'll go with if you're buying.

GEE: I'm buying.

Homicide.

Say, you think we've been partners too long?

I think I never really wanted a partner.

- Thanks. - But I've come to realize

in the fullness of time that I don't mind having a partner.

- Understand? - Yeah.

You know, you could have been killed tonight.

You're very lucky.

Luck had nothing to do with it.

God reached down and graced a fool with wisdom.