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[Howard] I don't think it's funny.

- [Munch] You don't think it's funny? - No, I don't.

There's a national convention of policemen,

law enforcement officers,

and a hundred New York City cops running amok in the hotel,

mooning tourists, and squirting each other with fire extinguishers.

A hundred New York City cops and two Homicide detectives from Baltimore,

Felton with nothing but a party hat and his holster on,

and Bolander running from the bellhops

with his pants around his ankles.

You don't think that's funny? I wish I'd been there.

Why, so you could get suspended

for 22 weeks without pay like Beau and Stan?

22 weeks?

Who comes up with a number like that, 22 weeks?

The bosses.

God, look at that smoke.

The old American Brewery's on fire.

[Munch] It's not the American Brewery.

I don't know the American Brewery?

John, I worked that neighborhood as a uniform,

I know every block in Clifton Park

like I know the menu at Jimmy's.

[Munch] It's not the American Brewery.

It's the R&M Box Warehouse on the corner of Gay Street.

You're out of your mind. That's the American Brewery.

[intense music plays]

[firefighters shouting at all once]

[*]

[firefighter 1] Whoa!

[crashing thuds]

[firefighter 2] We got a body!

You better call Homicide.

[theme music playing]

[Bayliss] Think there's anything left of the body?

Not much left of the building.

Boy, I really hate these arson homicides.

Never any witnesses, never any physical evidence.

- Well, look on the upside. - I don't see an upside.

I'm the primary.

If we don't close this case, Gee will cast his long, doleful,

accusing glances in my direction, not yours.

Homicide.

Yeah, the body's inside.

Detective Kellerman said not to disturb the scene

until you guys showed up.

Detective who?

Mike Kellerman, Arson.

Tim Bayliss, Frank Pembleton. Homicide.

- [Pembleton] What do we got? - Shish kebab.

[Pembleton] What?

Some poor son of a bitch charred to the bones.

[Bayliss] Find any ID on the body?

Jewelry? Wallet?

No, all we found was a sleeping bag.

- A sleeping bag? - Called the M.E.?

- Yeah, Scheiner's on his way. - Well, who phoned 911?

Huh?

[Kellerman] She's, uh, being very cooperative.

She didn't see anyone before the fire,

but she wants to make me pancakes.

Really?

You want to see the body?

You guys coming in?

- Yeah, we're coming. - [Kellerman] All right. Grab some gear.

[Bayliss] So how do you know that this entire scene

is not going to come crashing down on top of us?

- [Kellerman] I don't. - [Pembleton] You don't?

I mean, I'm pretty sure it won't,

but there's no absolutes in life.

Only in vodka.

So, uh...

so you can tell just by looking at it, huh?

That's a good point.

[Kellerman grunts]

- [Pembleton] Hey, hey, hey! - [Bayliss] Come on!

That's outstanding. Yeah, beautiful.

Yeah. Yep. That'll definitely hold.

And I had a big breakfast this morning.

What was the deceased doing here?

Employee? Night watchman? What?

The warehouse had been abandoned for months.

He was probably homeless.

Used this place to sleep, got caught in the fire.

Well, whoever killed him wanted it to look that way.

Well, I know you guys from Homicide like to see conspiracy

behind every dead body, but whoever this was,

now, I'm guessing a man, or a hell of a big-boned woman,

was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.

This is arson, not murder.

Even if the victim was killed accidentally,

he's still dead by someone else's hand.

Which makes this a murder investigation,

which begins with the cause of death.

Take a look, Detective. It's pretty clear how he died.

Well, he could have been dead before the fire was set,

but then again, I'm just a conspiracy theorist.

Well, fine. You do whatever you got to do.

Meanwhile, I'm going to go find the arsonist.

Who's your lieutenant, Detective Kellerman?

- [Bayliss] Fellas! Fellas! - Huh?

We're looking for the same guy.

It's an arson homicide. Department policy.

We coordinate the investigation.

Terrific. Department policy.

Well, hell, I don't want to work with you either, Detective.

Well, fine, then, I'll take the case,

and I'll call you as soon as I get everything wrapped up.

You are not taking this case.

Okay, then, partner.

- [Bayliss] Hey, Scheiner. - [Scheiner] I can't see a damn thing.

Come on around here.

I still can't see a damn thing.

- You're through? - [both] Yeah.

Bag him.

[tense music plays]

[*]

[Kellerman] What do you mean, you don't know who set the fire?

[man scoffs] I don't know who set the fire.

Come on. What kind of informant are you?

And the last time I checked, see,

informants are supposed to be paid.

- I pay you. - Uh-uh. Not lately.

You know I'm good for it.

Well, not if you don't pay me.

Zithead, I'm a cop. I make no money. I make nothing.

What do you think, being a stool pigeon is a lucrative profession?

- I can't afford freebies. - All right, listen to me.

I ran a computer check on the warehouse.

Matthew Rowland owns that warehouse.

Now, he's been trying to unload the place for months.

This is definitely a professional job. Now, who's the torch?

- I don't know. - But you could find out.

Well, I'm-- I'm-- I'm very busy.

Um...

Zithead...

you and me have a relationship.

Now, we're going to be working together in the future.

You've got to take the long view.

[Zithead scoffs]

I don't know why I let you do this to-- All right, all right.

- Look, I'll-- I'll ask around. - Thank you.

Well, don't thank me. All right? Pay me.

[tool whirring]

Definitely a male.

[Pembleton] No evidence of strangulation?

- No. - [Bayliss] No bullet wounds?

- None. - [Pembleton] Smoke inhalation.

"Soot in the trachea and larynx."

- This guy was alive when the fire was set. - [Scheiner] Probably alive.

I told all of this to Detective Kellerman.

- Kellerman's already been here? - Yeah.

- Well, what about evidence of drugs? - [Scheiner] Inconclusive.

[Bayliss] So, what was the cause of death?

For an absolute certainty, I can't tell you.

You can't tell us?

Don't look at me like that. It happens.

Is there any way that we can find out who this guy is?

We can match up dental records, if someone reported him missing.

And if no one has?

Yeah, well, thanks a lot, Scheiner.

Stop by anytime.

Want to know the cause of death?

- [Pembleton] What? - Hmm? Being barbecued.

You die with all the dignity of a marshmallow on a stick.

You think it's classier, getting shot in the head?

If I had to choose, yeah.

- No one gets to choose. - Oh, sure.

If you're on death row in the state of Maryland,

you get to choose how you want to die.

Still, it's multiple choice, not an essay question.

Last two decisions you have to make.

How you want to be killed, and what you want to eat.

How you wanna be killed, and what you want to eat.

You hear what that guy from the Midwest wanted for his last meal?

- What? - [scoffs] SpaghettiOs.

- SpaghettiOs? - Yeah, yeah.

And the worst thing is,

they gave him the wrong kind of canned spaghetti.

It wasn't SpaghettiOs.

So, he complains, but they go through with the execution anyway.

So this poor guy, he has to die,

and he never gets the one privilege that he might reasonably expect.

And what's that?

A cold can of SpaghettiOs.

You get it?

[siren wails distantly]

- Stealing our coffee again, Megan? - Who, me?

I thought all you brass upstairs got cappuccinos and croissants.

[scoffs] Hey, I'll take that squadron sludge any day.

- Right. - Besides, I missed you, Al.

And Beau.

You just want to find out about the body at the warehouse fire.

- Yeah, that too. - Well.

No ID yet of the body. No leads on the killer.

- Well, I have faith in you, Al. - We need more than faith. We need manpower.

I've got twice as many cases as I had last year, and I'm three detectives short.

Yeah, well, the budget isn't any more flexible this year than it was last year.

Then bend the budget, stretch the budget, do something.

Or else those names in red will just keep piling up.

Okay. All right. I'll tell you what. Um--

Find someone that you want transferred in,

and I'll go talk to Barnfather.

I'm going to hold you to that.

Well, I don't want to partner with you, either.

[Lewis] So what'd you ask me for, then?

- [Munch] I didn't ask, I suggested. - [Lewis] Fine!

- [Munch] Fine! - Fine.

You haven't closed a case in four months, anyway.

Well, you hadn't exactly been rollin' up the bad guys yourself.

For the time being, both of you are riding solo.

Oh, now, come on, Gee. That's-- that ain't fair.

I've been riding solo longer than anybody.

Hey, it's not Gee's fault that no one wants to work with you.

[Giardello] Enough!

We just got a few months to get our clearance rate up.

If I go in for a performance evaluation

with these kinds of numbers,

I'm going to be laughed out of the office.

And that's just before they tell me I'm being replaced.

Oh, they're not going to replace you, Gee.

I should be so blessed.

[Gaffney] Look, I cannot help you.

A missing person is not missing for 24 hours.

- That's not police policy. - [Gaffney] It's my policy.

Look, I'm up to my ears in paperwork here.

So what if someone calls in before this 24-hour period?

I tell them to call back.

And did you tell anybody that this morning?

- [Gaffney sighs] Yeah, I did. - Who was it?

I didn't file a report. It had not been 24 hours.

And I already told all this to Kellerman.

Hey, that guy Kellerman moves fast.

I don't like you, Gaffney. I know you don't like me.

But I got a body laying in the morgue that I need to identify.

Somebody out there knows who this body is.

This is not about you and me.

But I can make it about you and me, if that's what it takes.

Come back in 24 hours.

- In classic form. - Gaffney's an idiot, man.

Hey, I'm onto something. I'll see you guys later.

You think Kellerman's an idiot, too?

No, I don't think Kellerman's an idiot.

I just want him to stay out of my way.

Al has two detectives on suspension.

He needs replacements.

Maybe if he ran a tighter shift,

he wouldn't have two detectives on suspension.

Wait a minute, Bolander and Felton are grown men.

What is Al expected to do? Zip their flies?

- Or maybe cut their meat for them? - Captain Russert.

- What? - I need your signature.

Giardello gives his detectives too much freedom.

With overtime, with paperwork, with procedure.

Wait a minute. You know something? I ran my shift the same way.

- I've never been enthusiastic about Giardello's style. - Whoa.

Are you thinking of replacing Giardello?

He doesn't make my life easier.

You want to be his champion? Fine.

You'll be responsible for his screw-ups.

He'll screw up if he doesn't get replacements.

[sighs] Quid pro quo. I go to the deputy commissioner.

I find the money for more detectives. What do I get?

- The gratitude of your subordinates. - No, I want results.

I want good news about the clearance rate.

I want this morning's arson murder solved.

I want to read my Sun paper at breakfast,

and not see a snotty little article

criticizing the way I run this division.

I want you to make my life easier.

[Munch] Hey, Kay, where you been?

- None of your business. - [Lewis laughs]

Is that a reflex action,

or you really don't want me to know where you've been?

[sighs] Just down getting an application,

I'm going to take the sergeant's exam.

- You, sergeant? - What's that supposed to mean?

Well, I just wouldn't have thought

that you'd want to make sergeant.

Why wouldn't I?

I just wouldn't have thought it, that's all.

What, you think I don't have the stuff to make it?

- What, 'cause I menstruate? - Kay, please.

So what? Tell me.

We're detectives.

That makes us labor, equal in rank.

You come along with a hankering for management,

that could throw the whole squadron off-kilter.

It upsets the delicate balance of power.

- Where you going now? - I'm going to take a leak. Do you mind?

Yes, I think we should examine if your need to take this exam

is a perverse reaction to Felton being suspended, Detective.

You looking for somebody?

- I look lost, huh? - [Howard] Yeah, you do.

Yeah, I hate that lost look. I've had it since birth.

- [Howard] So, who? - Who, what?

Who are you looking for?

Oh, Pembleton or Bayliss. Preferably Bayliss.

[chuckles] Coffee room.

- [Kellerman] Thanks. - You're welcome.

Matthew Rowland burned down his own warehouse.

- Who? - [Kellerman] Matthew Rowland.

Yeah, I remember that name

from when I was on the mayor's security detail.

Big campaign fundraiser,

owns a huge chunk of the commercial property

in Clifton Park, Federal Hill,

has tenements in West Baltimore.

- This guy's a real slumbag landlord. - Yep, that's him.

One of his tenements burned down two years ago.

Rowland used the insurance money to put up townhouses.

Just like that, he triples his property value.

All he had to do was burn out a few poor tenants.

- Did you, uh, prove anything? - I'm still working on the case.

Hmm, so you think that Rowland is back at it.

Look, one of his companies is listed

as the owner of record of that warehouse.

I ran a financial profile.

He's been trying to unload the property for 18 months.

So he gets tired of waiting, he hires a torch,

and he collects the-- the insurance money.

And you prove that how?

Well, I can't yet. I got to find the arsonist.

I get him to wear a wire, and I get a confession from Rowland.

- [Pembleton] I don't know. - You don't know what?

Seems so neat, so easy.

Look, arson for hire is not one of your more complex crimes.

- Neither is homicide. - Well, I say we follow up on Rowland.

- I say we wait. - Why?

You find out a homeless guy was killed by the mafia?

[Lewis] Anybody interested in talking to a young lady

who may know something about that fire this morning?

- Who? - Uniform brought her in. Lisa DeNardi.

She snuck past the barricade, crept on in the warehouse,

and they caught her poking around in the rubble.

I guess they are interested.

Are you going to tell my parents?

No, you're not under arrest, or anything like that.

[Lisa] Then why'd the cops bring me here?

Why are you looking at me like I'm a criminal?

We just want to know why you were in the warehouse.

I wasn't doing anything wrong.

I want to go home.

[Bayliss] Okay.

You can go home.

Well, three detectives bullying me, I'd wanna be leaving, too.

I'm just, uh, hoping you can help us.

- We need your help. - What do you mean?

Well, the fire, someone set it on purpose,

and we're trying to catch the guy who did it.

- I was looking for Mark. - Mark?

[Lisa] My boyfriend, Mark Landry.

You were supposed to meet your boyfriend in the warehouse?

[Lisa] We meet there sometimes, at night.

To be alone.

We keep a sleeping bag there.

But last night, I couldn't leave the house.

My dad stayed up really late.

So you went there thinking that Mark was waiting for you?

But when I got there, the building was burning.

[Kellerman] Was the fire department there yet?

No.

I was so late, I figured Mark gave up, went home.

And then when he didn't come to school,

I went back to the warehouse...

and it was all burned.

[sighs]

He got burned in the fire, didn't he?

He's dead, isn't he?

I know you found a body. I saw it on the news.

We don't know who it was for sure.

[sobs] Oh, God.

Lisa, if it was your boyfriend who died,

can you think of any reason why someone would want to kill him?

Kill him? No.

[Pembleton] Anyone else know you met in the warehouse?

Somebody killed Mark?

Can I see you outside?

[Lisa cries softly]

[sobbing]

- [Pembleton] What? - What are you doing in there?

I'm trying to find out if the kid was murdered.

Well, we should be concentrating on what that girl saw.

Maybe she saw who set the fire.

[Pembleton] Come here. Come here. Come here.

You know, you were wrong about the victim. He wasn't homeless.

He was a high school boy, which doesn't help your credibility with me.

Now you want to choose which line of questioning we should be pursuing?

Look, I got a potential eyewitness in there

who's being distracted by questions that are off the point.

Well, what is the point exactly?

The point is, Matthew Rowland hired somebody

to burn down that warehouse, and you're just too pig-headed to see it.

- Don't give me that! - [Giardello] Detective Kellerman.

[Kellerman] Lieutenant?

Did the girl tell us anything?

It may have been her boyfriend who was killed in the fire.

[Giardello] Mm-hmm.

I just got off the phone with your boss, Lieutenant Lafferty.

And we haven't had a chance to work this close together in a long time.

Terry Lafferty, good man. We were in the academy together.

We always got along.

Well, I think it's because each of us respects the other.

When you have respect, you have consideration, and cooperation.

You have teamwork.

Now, I want a positive ID on this body.

I want this case closed. Do you understand me, Pembleton?

[ominous music plays]

[*]

[Lewis screams] God! Oh!

Damn!

[Pembleton] What'd you do to the car, man?

- What'd I do? - [Pembleton] Yeah.

I didn't do nothing to the damn car.

The thing was just-- died out on me,

and now I can't get this thing started again.

Oh!

- Check the gas? - Check the gas.

What, what, everybody got to take a shot at me today, is that it?

[Pembleton laughs] Oh. Come on, let's go. Let's get out of here.

Uh, no, I can't go. I got to wait for the tow truck.

What? Hold on. I do you a favor. I swing by to pick you up.

I'm not waiting on the tow truck. Come on, let's go.

I got to wait on the tow truck.

This piece of junk here is my responsibility.

Something happens to it, who they going to blame?

- Oh, come on, man. - Me. No.

I can't afford no more automotive mishaps.

Gee's going to make me ride the bus after this.

[sighs] I ain't got no car.

I ain't got no partner.

You'd partner with me, though, wouldn't you, friend?

I just told Mark Landry's family

that their 16-year-old boy wouldn't be coming home.

Told them it had to be a closed casket,

because their son is, uh...

burned beyond recognition.

Yeah, well...

Kids die sometimes. It ain't right, but kids die.

Or they get their eyes glued shut.

- Eyes glued shut? - Yeah, in Detroit.

Some guy glued his daughter's eyes shut while she was sleeping,

because he had an argument with his wife over money.

- No. - Yeah, yeah.

He's mad at his wife,

so he glues his daughter's eyes shut.

Now, what would bring a man to the point

where he had to do something like that?

Well, the guy's whack, Frank. He's out of his mind.

- He's just braindead. - No, no, it's just a guy.

He's just a regular guy.

He came home, argued with his wife,

went into his daughter's room,

looked for the glue, found the glue,

unscrewed the top,

and squeezed glue in his daughter's eyes.

Just another dad at the end of a bad day.

No, no.

Meldrick...

I would never partner with you again.

I don't want the responsibility.

- [car horn honks] - Here's the tow truck, man. Let's get out of here.

God, Ann, you smell great.

- Would you get away from me? - You still smoking menthols?

I quit six months ago.

You want your graph results or not?

- What's taking you so long? - Two more minutes.

You don't happen to have a pack left around here, do you?

- Thought you quit, too? - I did.

Even if I had a cigarette, I wouldn't give it to you.

Why don't you go bug Ballistics?

- Hello, Detective. - Hey, hey, hey, Annie.

[Ann] I'll be right back.

We got a positive ID on the body. It was Mark Landry.

Got any leads on a homicide motive?

No. Frank is still making calls.

- You two been partners a while? - Yeah, a while.

You get along with him?

He's a great detective.

Enough said.

- You got a cigarette? - No, no. I quit two years ago.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Me, too. - Oh.

Two days ago.

So what has the lab got for you?

We compressed a floorboard from the warehouse,

extracted the liquid, waiting to find out

whether it's kerosene, gasoline, or whatever.

- See if the guy has a pattern? - Yeah.

Yeah, I can link it to other evidence, other arsons.

If I can find out which arsonist did it,

maybe I can track it back to Rowland.

So, you want to guess?

Well, let's see.

We're in Baltimore,

home of the inventive criminal mind.

I don't know. Kerosene?

Mm, better.

- Gasoline? - Uh-huh.

Well, that really narrows it down.

Not a lot of people have access to gasoline.

I think we should go talk to Matthew Rowland.

We don't have anything concrete. I'd rather wait 'til we have something.

Yeah, but maybe if we talk to him, we'll get something.

You guys are really relentless.

Pembleton, line three.

One sec. Homicide, Detective Pembleton.

Yeah? Do you know about the fire?

[man] There's a gasoline can in a dumpster on Gay Street.

[Pembleton] Where exactly?

Behind Lee's Liquor Store.

Okay. What's your name?

It sucks that a kid died in that fire.

- [phone beeps] - Oh, come on. Come on. You can't hang up on me.

[upbeat rock music plays]

Hello?

[song lyrics playing]

[sighs heavily]

[song lyrics playing]

[song lyrics playing]

He died in my warehouse.

Of course I feel a certain responsibility.

Did you also feel a certain responsibility

when you burned out those tenants two years ago?

That fire was an arson. It was set in the exact same way as the warehouse.

- [laughs] - Maybe we can't get you today, maybe not tomorrow.

But trust me, you are going to go down.

You are gonna go down.

Renée, get me City Hall, please.

Go ahead. Do it.

[*]

What were you doing in there?

My job. I was trying to get a rise out of him.

A guy like Rowland, you can't go in like gangbusters.

I've been dancing with the guy for a long time.

Maybe you should have followed my lead.

Oh. [Bayliss chuckles]

- You quit smoking two years ago? - Yep.

How'd you do it, the patch?

Oh, I tried the patch, it didn't work,

so I went on nicotine gum, vitamin therapy, herbs,

acupuncture, acupressure, stress management, biofeedback,

meditation, yoga, and then, finally, hypnosis.

And that's what worked, the hypnosis?

No.

- So, how'd you quit? - Sheer willpower.

- Oh, man, that's rough. - Tell me about it.

Detective Kellerman.

Hey, Russert, I mean, Captain Russert.

I never congratulated you on your promotion.

Yeah, well, save it.

What the hell were you doing in Matthew Rowland's office?

He's my prime suspect in the arson murder.

Yeah, well, I got a call from Colonel Barnfather,

who got a call from the Deputy Commissioner,

who got a call from someone else, who got a call.

- Do you follow my point? - Yeah, Rowland's guilty.

Not of setting the warehouse fire.

Department of Property Acquisitions was in negotiation

with one of Rowland's companies

to purchase the Gay Street property.

There's no record of that.

Yeah, well, nothing official,

but, uh, there are preliminary memos on the deal.

I checked.

I checked thoroughly.

So, from here on in, stay away from Rowland,

at least regarding this case.

Well, if it's not arson for profit, then, what?

Revenge arson?

Who notified the fire department?

Some woman who lives across the street in a row house,

Veronica Velez,

who phoned me three times this afternoon.

Huh, well, maybe she's the arsonist.

I talked to her at the scene.

Women don't set these kinds of fires.

[Russert scoffs]

Wait a minute, um--

You know, I'm not-- I'm not sure

if that's a sexist remark or not.

She could have set the fire, and then phoned it in.

It's been known to happen.

You're telling me I should re-interview this woman?

I'm telling you, I don't want any more calls from City Hall.

- Hey, Meldrick, have you seen Frank? - He's your partner.

- Yeah, so keeps reminding me. - [Lewis] Hey, Tim.

I-- I know that we-- when we partnered temporarily,

we-- we get a few bumps.

- Yeah, we got in a car crash. - Yeah.

But you'd partner with me again, wouldn't you?

Uh, I'd rather partner with Munch.

- [Lewis scoffs] - Hey, Bayliss.

Did you ever think about taking the sergeant's exam?

Yeah, sure, I thought about it. Why do you ask?

[clicks tongue] No reason.

Now, why is it that you never asked me

had I thought about taking the sergeant's exam?

Have you ever thought about taking the sergeant's exam?

- No. - That's why I never asked.

- Bayliss, where have you been? - [Bayliss] I called in. Where have you been?

- Come on, - [Bayliss] What's happening?

- I'll tell you on the way, come on. - Well, should we get Kellerman?

No, come on!

[Bayliss] You get an anonymous phone call,

which leads you to a gasoline can,

off of which you get fingerprints...

which belong to a Mr. Calvin Jones,

who just happens to be in the print track,

thanks to being arrested six times in the past year.

Uh-huh. You know, this Jones guy gets around.

Maybe he's our killer. Maybe he set the fire.

[ominous music plays]

[*]

[Pembleton groans]

[children shouting playfully]

- How you doing? - All right.

Detective Pembleton, Baltimore City Homicide.

Are you, um...

Calvin Jones?

- Man, y'all are kidding me. - [Bayliss] Hey!

[intense music plays]

Frank, come on!

- Come on! - [tires screeching]

Come on, man! Come on!

[Calvin grunts]

[dog barking]

Freeze, freeze, freeze!

- [Bayliss] Come on. - [Calvin] Okay, man.

- God, oh! - You okay, you okay?

Yeah. It's my back. It went out.

What the hell are you doing anyway, huh?

[Calvin] What'd it look like I was doing?

Turn over!

- [Bayliss] God, my back. - Are you Calvin Jones?

So what if I am?

Do you own a gasoline can?

- That's not a crime. - Mr. Jones.

A gasoline can with your prints on it

was found in very close proximity to an arson fire

that killed a 16-year-old boy.

Can you tell us how it got there?

I can, but I'm not going to.

- [Bayliss] All right. That's it. - [Calvin groans, yelps]

Hey! Hey, hey! I know my rights, man!

- It's not him. - You're sure?

The gasoline can was in the back of his truck,

which was taken from the driveway two days ago.

We have a stolen vehicle report on file.

The truck has not yet been recovered.

What about his record?

Well, he's had six priors in the last year.

Nothing-- Disturbing the peace, verbal assault, no convictions.

[Bayliss] Yeah, looks like Jones' alibi is gonna check out.

He was at an early bird Gambler's Anonymous meeting

at the United Methodist Church in Towson

from five to 8:30, the morning of the fire.

He has no history of arson, no connections to Matthew Rowland.

So, gentlemen, why did he run?

He says that he likes being arrested.

Has anyone been to the high school the victim attended?

Uh, I sent some uniforms down there

to interview his classmates, teachers, nothing.

Maybe it's time you went down there yourself, Frank.

- Start asking tough questions. - Right.

Right.

Meanwhile, talk to Lisa DeNardi's father.

Uh, maybe he found out his daughter was,

you know, boffing Landry, and decided to put a stop to it.

Yeah, okay, but, I don't know.

What?

What happened back there at Calvin Jones' house?

Jones takes off running, we're supposed to give chase, and you freeze.

- Well, it won't happen again. - You froze up, Frank.

That worm sprints, and you hesitated.

I mean, I know it's just for a second, but still.

What are you worried about? You want a new partner?

- No, no, that's not what this is about. - What is this about?

Is it so inconceivable

that I might be concerned about you?

That I care about what goes on with you personally,

and not just because we're partners, but because we're human beings?

No, no, that's-- that's that's not inconceivable.

Okay, well, come here. Just talk to me.

I'm not-- I got interviews to do!

I'm not gonna stand around talking to you.

[Veronica] Detective Kellerman.

I knew you'd be back.

How could I resist? You called me three times.

Yes, I did.

So, did you remember something about this morning?

[sensual music playing]

Yes.

Are you going to tell me what that is?

Only if you come inside.

[song lyrics playing]

Okay.

I'm inside.

When I first talked to you this morning,

I thought you were with the fire department.

Well, I'm just a cop. It's not quite as glamorous.

Oh, really?

What time did you say you called 911, Ms. Velez?

Call me Veronica.

Okay, Veronica.

- [Veronica] 5:00 a.m. - 5:00 a.m?

Now, did you see the fire start out this window,

or was it your bedroom window?

This one.

I was walking around.

I have trouble sleeping.

Yeah? Me, too.

[Veronica] Tell me why you have trouble sleeping.

Um, anxiety.

You know. Terrible eating habits.

Being alone.

Maybe you shouldn't sleep alone.

So, what about you?

[Veronica] I can't sleep...

because it's too damn hot.

[song lyrics playing]

You don't know anything about the fire this morning, do you?

No.

I'll tell you what.

If you put your robe back on,

I won't arrest you for obstruction, okay?

And if you do think of anything, you know,

feel free to give me a call.

I-- I think you know the number.

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[Pembleton] So, Mark was in your history class?

He was a wonderful kid.

[teacher] Not a straight-A student by any means,

but he worked hard.

It's a rarity these days.

Can you think of any reason why someone would want to kill him?

God, no, he was never in any kind of trouble.

Not that you were aware of.

I am pretty aware of what my students are up to.

Excuse me.

Were you aware Mark met his girlfriend every night

in an abandoned warehouse to have sex?

Maybe you should talk to some of his friends.

Was he involved with drugs?

Not Mark.

He was straight as they come.

[Pembleton] Was Mark involved with drugs?

[girl scoffs] Not Mark.

He was as straight as they come.

Did Mark belong to a gang?

Did he, uh, run with a rough crowd?

No, ain't no way. He wasn't into that.

- Get into fights? - No.

Have problems with his girlfriend?

He treated Lisa like a princess.

I wish he was my boyfriend.

- Belonged to a gang? - No.

- Run with a rough crowd? - No.

- You wouldn't tell me if you knew, would you? - No.

Did he belong to a gang? Did he run with a rough crowd?

He wasn't into all of that.

And even if he were, you wouldn't tell me, right?

That's cold. I'm not lying.

- [Pembleton] You're not lying? - No.

So, Mark Landry was a 16-year-old who never got into trouble...

...never smoked a joint, never drank a beer,

was kind to his girlfriend, and didn't have an enemy in the world.

A genuine good boy.

That's so hard to believe?

Well, frankly, yeah.

Man, you've been a cop for too long.

Where you going?

[suspenseful music plays]

- [Munch] Oh, Kay! - What?

Watch out.

[Howard] What are you talking about?

Talking about me taking the sergeant's exam.

You're going to take the sergeant's exam?

Yeah, I got the application right here.

And I want to tell you something.

I'm going to kick your fanny.

That's okay, I'm all for a little friendly competition.

[Munch] That's exactly what you're going to get.

In fact, are you prepared

to put your money where your ego is?

What do you mean?

[Howard] Oh, a little friendly competition,

a little friendly wager?

Uh, how much are we talking about?

I don't know, uh...

say, 100 each?

- 100? - Yeah.

It's a bet.

You guys taking any little action on that?

- Oh, I don't see why not, huh? - Sure.

I'll put 100 down on Kay.

- Hey, thanks, Gee. - [Giardello laughs]

Yeah, I'd like a slice of that pizza pie.

Hey, the more the merrier, right, John?

- Absolutely. - 20, 40, 70, 71, 72,

73, 74, 75.

Okay, okay, we know you can count.

On...

- Howard. - Thank you.

Thanks, Mel. This is great.

[Bayliss] Frank.

Have any luck at the high school?

[Pembleton] Nope.

Dead end number 407.

What about you?

Oh, Mr. DeNardi has an airtight alibi.

His snoring was keeping Mrs. DeNardi awake.

Tim, about this afternoon...

when I froze...

Mary's pregnant.

Found out yesterday.

Wow. Frank.

Hey, hey, that's wonderful, man.

Congratulations, that's--

[laughs] That's really great news.

I mean, that's great news, right?

- Yeah! - Yeah.

Yeah, you--

tried so hard, and waited so long.

Yeah.

You're the only one I told so far.

- Really? - Yeah. Don't tell anybody else, okay?

Oh, no, no. Of course not. I won't.

Hey, why didn't you let me know about that gasoline can?

It was an anonymous tip. We followed it up, it led nowhere.

Uh, you know, we'll put a trace on it if he calls again.

I want to see the can.

[scoffs] Well, you-- you want to see the can,

go to Evidence Control, if you want to see the can.

Well, who the hell was it? Who called?

[Pembleton chuckles]

An anonymous tip is just that. Anonymous.

You guys getting anywhere on the homicide motive?

No, Mark Landry is a sweet 16-year-old,

nobody wanted him dead.

- What about arson? - [Kellerman] No.

It wasn't Matthew Rowland.

He was in negotiations with the city to sell that warehouse.

So, who exactly are we going after now?

- I don't know. - Don't know?

I mean, we may be dealing with a multiple fire-setter.

A pyro.

Someone with a psychological motive,

A personal relationship with fire.

A personal relationship?

Yeah, fire's a living thing,

it-- it eats, it breathes air, it could be killed.

Something about that power, it draws people in.

Well, not me. I hate fire.

Especially this fire.

[tense music plays]

[Russert] Al?

- What are you doing in my chair? - Oh, sh--

- You know, it used to be my chair, too. - [Giardello laughs]

You know something, Al, I never really realized

how comfortable this chair is.

This soft, well-worn leather.

You know, my desk upstairs, the...

chair is all metal.

It's very cold, and it's covered with this fake vinyl stuff.

You wanted to be a captain.

- [Giardello laughs] - [laughs] Yeah, did I?

So, how close are we to this arson homicide?

Pembleton's on his game.

That Kellerman, he's pretty sharp.

- Yeah. - It's just a matter of time.

Well, you know something, Al, I don't think we have much time.

What does that mean?

Al, why did you send Beau

and Stan to that policeman's convention?

Why?

Well, I mean, six months ago, Stan was shot in the head.

Who knows how that could have affected his state of mind?

And-- and Beau. Beau was shot, too.

Wait a minute, I thought...

sending them to that convention would be good therapy.

How was I to know they were going to turn into Dumb and Dumber?

Well, Beau's wife took the kids. He was very vulnerable.

Wait a minute, I-- I'm not responsible

for Beau's behavior after he left his wife.

Well, what's that supposed to mean?

Well, you think it was a good idea, having an affair with him?

[Russert scoffs]

- Wow. So, you knew? - I knew. Everybody knew.

Oh, well, you know something, Al, I don't really want to talk about this.

Believe me, I don't want any details.

And don't change the subject!

You were the one that brought it up!

I was not-- I came in here to talk about...

- You brought it up! - ...something else, Al!

Listen, Al, if you knew what was going on--

- You brought it up! - [woman] Excuse me.

[both] What?

Lieutenant Lafferty's on line three.

He says it's urgent.

Giardello.

- [Russert sighs] - I'll send some men over.

Another arson.

A warehouse on Chester Street is burning.

[sirens wailing]

[intense music plays]

[water spray hisses]

[fire roars]

[*]

Same point of origin, same floor pattern

as the warehouse on Gay Street.

- Flammable liquid with trailers? - Yeah.

- Was there anyone inside? - We saw a body, but we can't get to it.

Well, I guess you were right, Pembleton.

Landry's death was a premeditated homicide.

This may come as a shock to you, Kellerman,

but I don't always like being right.

[*]

[tense music builds]

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