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[water spray hisses]

What have we got, Frank?

One dead woman,
identity unknown.

Two fires in two days.
Both warehouses.

Both containing burnt corpses.

- Any witnesses?
- Too many.

Everybody saw something.
Nobody saw anything.

Watch your step.

Body's right over here.
She's not very pretty.

I haven't seen a pretty one yet.

[Russert] Her arms.

She was probably killed
before the fire was set.

Maybe in the warehouse,
maybe someplace else,
and then brought here.

- We don't know that.
- I'm making an educated guess.

Based on what, Mike?

[Kellerman]
The position of her arms.

Her muscles contracted
from the heat.

If you're alive,
you go to sleep,

and you get caught by a fire,
you instinctively turn away,

curl up, protect yourself.

Let's just wait to see
what the ME has to say.

The fire started here.

There's flammable liquid,
probably gasoline.

- He used trailers.
- What the hell are trailers?

Basically a fuse.

Looks like he used
several rolls of toilet paper.

Same MO as the first fire.

Looks like a saint.

This saint burned
in the fires of hell.

[theme music playing]

[music fades]

[Dr. Dyer] You should get
that back looked at.

My brother lost his cartilage
playing for the Colts.

Can't move without a walker now.

Oh, thanks
for the encouragement.

What's the corpse got to say?

Well, there's a definite
indentation to the skull.

Cylindrical in shape.
Size of a quarter.

Also one on the forearm,
two on the shoulder.

As if she were
defending herself?

[Dr. Dyer] Consistent with that.

- How old is she?
- [Dr. Dyer] Young.

- How young?
- 15, 16.

- [Bayliss] You sure?
- I'm sure. Why?

The victim of the first fire
was about the same age.

This blow to the skull,
could this have killed her?

[Dr. Dyer] Could it have? Yeah.

- Did it?
- [Dr. Dyer] I don't know.

She's cooked like a hot dog
from the inside out.

There's just not enough
to pinpoint time, and cause.

- Well, how about a hunch?
- Unofficial?

She was hit with a hammer.

[Bayliss sighs heavily]

What do you got there, Kay?
War and Peace?

Crime and Punishment?

"How Men Love Women
Who Love Peter Pan"?

What I got, Munch,
is the textbook

that contains the answers
to the questions

that will be asked
on the sergeant's exam, huh?

Which, in case you've forgotten,
is the day after tomorrow.

- You're studying?
- [Howard chuckles]

You can call me compulsive,
but yes, I'm studying.

The odds are stacking up
against you there, Munch.

CW is Howard is going
to whoop your butt,

then you're gonna owe me,

and everybody else
in the squad room

a whole lot of glue. [laughs]

Like Napoleon before me,

I vow that I will ace
the sergeant's exam.

Hey, Tim, what's up?

Oh, it's not up, it's out.
It's my back.

You know,
I read about this experiment

about people with back pains,

and they split
the patients into three groups.

One went to doctors,

another group
went to chiropractors,

and another did nothing.

And you know who did the best,
statistically speaking?

- Nothing worked the best.
- What do you mean, "nothing?"

Nothing, just doing nothing,
going about your normal life.

Oh, that's ridiculous, Munch,

because I'm going
about my normal life,

and it's killing me.

That's what the report says.

The report lies.

But why?
Who's behind this big lie, Tim?

Doctors have a lobby,
chiropractors have a lobby.

Who lobbies for nothing?

Well, you do, Munch.

Every day, in every way,
you just lobby for nothing.

[Lewis and Howard laugh]

- Oh, Kay.
- What?

Are you really going
to memorize all that stuff?

I'm trying.

[Munch sighs]

Let Zithead know
that I'm looking for him.

Some time this year
would be good.

Right, right. Mike Kellerman.

Uh-huh. Right.

Zithead, huh?

Do you believe
in paying off informants?

- [Bayliss] No, absolutely not.
- You have an informant?

I know a couple
of people who know things.

And for this information,
they expect to be paid.

I can't condone it, man.

I'm not asking you to condone.
I'm asking for a loan.

There's someone
going around town

burning teenagers
to death in warehouses?

It would appear so, sir.

Kellerman, you still believe
the guy to be a professional?

Professional arsonists
don't kill, not on purpose.

So, just who are
we looking for, Kellerman?

Maybe someone
obsessed with fire.

The image of fire,
the idea of fire.

Someone maybe with firefighting
in his background.

- A father, an uncle.
- [Pembleton] Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hang on, hang on.

Let's just stick
to the facts, here.

Someone killed Mark Landry.
Someone killed this girl.

But Landry was killed by a fire.

And this girl was killed first,
and then dumped in the fire.

Why this difference?

There is a possibility
the two fires are unrelated.

So, what?

The way in which they were set
is a coincidence?

- Yes.
- Yeah, Bayliss.

Well, I tend not
to believe in coincidences.

[Bayliss]
Okay, great. Thank you.

Okay. That was the ME's lab.

They matched the teeth from
the body in the second warehouse

to a missing person's report.

And it is a Bonnie Nash,
313 Putnam Drive.

- Go talk to the family.
- Okay.

- Let's go.
- That's okay, Kellerman.

- You don't have to come.
- Excuse me?

We can handle this.

[dramatic music playing]

How many times you figure
we've done this, Frank?

- What? Deliver the bad news?
- Yeah. Yeah.

How many times
have we gone to someone's house

and said,
"Excuse me, we're sorry,

but your mother is dead.

Your daughter is dead.
Your uncle is dead."

I don't know.

We've been working together
for three years, right?

Mm-hmm.

So, you figure, twice a month,

that's 72 times, right?

Yeah, but I've been
in the unit for seven years,

so for me, it's more like, um,

a hundred, and um...

68 times.

168 times you had to knock
on somebody's door,

and tell them
that a loved one is dead.

- Yeah.
- [scoffs]

You know, it just--
it didn't used to be like that.

You ever see
I Love Lucy on Nickelodeon?

No.

How about
The Dick Van Dyke Show?

No.

People weren't
so violent back then.

There wasn't so much killing.

The shows are a reflection
of the times, Frank.

Mm-hmm.

This is what,
the '50s you're talking about?

Yeah, you know,
'50s, early '60s.

[Pembleton] Did any
of these shows feature guys

in white sheets
running around burning crosses

and lynching people
on their front lawns?

[Bayliss] Um, no,
not that I recall.

[Pembleton] Mm-hmm.

[Pembleton sighs heavily]

- It's your turn.
- Nice try.

- No, no, no, no.
- Two days ago, the Uptons.

Who had to tell them

that their eight-year-old son
had been found in a dumpster

with his hands
and feet cut off, huh?

That was me, Frank.

It's your turn.

[somber music playing]

[doorbell ringing]

[rock music playing]

[singing song lyrics]

- Hey!
- Hey, yourself.

What are you doing here?

Looking for Zithead.
You seen him tonight?

No.

Two brews.

You know,
none of this makes any sense.

What?

You. This.
Why you waitress here.

You work all day at the lab.

That's my job.

When I clock out,
I leave it behind.

This is fun, Mike.

Here, I serve a few drinks,

and every once in a while

they let me get up
on that stage, and sing.

Annie, this is only something

an ex-husband
would tell an ex-wife,

but you can't sing.

Neither can you,
and that never stopped you.

What are you talking about?

- You remember that night up
at the Cat's Eye?
- Yeah.

You got up on stage
and belted your own
X-rated version of "My Way."

Yes, but I was brilliant.

They have no sense
of humor at the Cat's Eye.

I may make a fool of myself,
but at least I still take risks.

What are you talking about?
I take risks.

- I go into burning buildings.
- Yeah, after the fire is out.

Thanks.

I need you criticizing me.

I got two warehouses
burned to the ground,

and no clue who torched them.

I got two very dead bodies,
and no clue who killed them.

I got Detective Frank Pembleton
making my life miserable.

These Homicide guys are smart.
Really smart.

- Hey, so are you.
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
- Then how come you left me?

- What?
- How come you left me?

Your cigarette smoking
drove me crazy.

- I'm trying to quit.
- Again?

You know, I got a great idea.

Why don't you let me
take you out for breakfast?

We'll go to Scunny's Place,

have some taquitos,
with extra hot sauce?

- I'd love to.
- Yeah?

- But I can't.
- Come on, take a risk.

- I'm waiting for Ivan.
- Oh.

Ivan.

[Anne] Why don't you
order another beer?

- It's on me.
- Okay.

[audience cheering]

[Anne laughs]

How do you eat
that crap for breakfast?

Look at you, you're sweating.

Of course I'm sweating, Zithead.

I'm eating chili peppers.
This stuff is hot.

You shouldn't sweat
while you're eating.

That's not healthy.

Are we going to talk
about my health,

or are we gonna talk about
what you know about these fires?

I don't know anything.

You don't know anything?

If they were profit jobs,
then I'd know something.

You've got a high opinion
of yourself, don't you, Zithead?

Two kids died in those fires.

That was unprofessional.
That's not right.

Look, Zithead, you said
you had something for me.

I do.

It's not about
the fires, per se.

It's about a buddy of mine
who told me a story.

It's a story about a guy

who walks
into my buddy's gas station,

buys five gallons of gasoline.

- Uh-huh.
- Regular.

Chapter Two is, my friend
goes to take a leak,

notices that someone has gone

and stole all six rolls
of his toilet paper.

You got a description
on this guy?

Male, white, mid-30s.

Glasses.
Uh, wearing a tie and coat.

You know, nothing fancy.
Strictly Sears.

Anything else?

Uh...

He told my buddy,
you know, in passing,

that he was a chemist.

A chemist.

Shared an interest
in arson folklore.

Why are you
so good to me, Zithead?

Because you pay me.

- [seagulls squawking]
- [ship horn honking]

[Kellerman] Hey, good morning.

Good morning.

What have you been up to?

I've been talking
to Bonnie Nash's

friends and associates.

What about you?

- Just getting some information.
- What kind of information?

Confirmation, actually.
Fire-related.

So, how'd it go notifying
Bonnie Nash's parents?

I'm not sure they were convinced
her death was a bad thing.

Confirmation of what, exactly?

- [Giardello]
Good morning, gentlemen.
- Good morning.

You have good news
for me this morning, I hope.

Bonnie Nash
came down to Fell's Point

around six on Saturday.

Any particular reason
she chose Fell's Point?

She wanted to get
her nipple pierced.

Any connection to Mark Landry?

Well, they lived
in different neighborhoods,
they went to different schools.

I interviewed
her teachers, classmates,

relatives, boyfriends,
counselors, coaches.

Bonnie was a wild girl,
not Landry's type.

Well, keep looking.

There's got to be
a hook in there somewhere.

Unless our guy
just likes killing teenagers.

I got a good lead that tells me
our suspect's a white male,

wearing glasses,
and a cheap suit.

- What kind of lead?
- An informant.

A 100% reliable informant

who also tells me
our guy is some kind of chemist.

Chemist?

Well, see where it leads you.

Where's Bayliss?

He went down
to the emergency room

at Johns Hopkins, with his back.

Well, can you two work together?

Assemble the pieces
of our puzzle?

Of course you can.

Frank, try and appeal
for help on TV.

Someone must
have seen something.

There's always someone
who's seen something.

[director] All right, folks,
we're back from commercial

in five, four, three, two...

A series of arson fires
has ravaged

two downtown warehouses
in the past two days.

So far, the fires
have also claimed

the lives of two
Baltimore youths.

With us now is Detective
Frank Pembleton,

who is in charge
of the investigation.

Detective Pembleton,
can you tell us anything

about the case?

Yes.

Both warehouses were downtown.

Both victims were teenagers,

and we don't want to see
that happen again, obviously.

So if anyone saw anything

in the vicinity
of either of the two fires

that might be helpful,

please, uh, give us a ring

down at the Baltimore
Homicide Unit.

[office din]

[all applauding]

Oh, Frank, can I have
your autograph, please?

You were magnificent, Frank.

My heart damned near
burst with pride.

Now just tell me
that you've found the killer.

[Pembleton]
I've not yet found the killer.

This chemist angle's
getting me nowhere fast.

I've run checks on arsonists
with degrees in chemistry,

arsonists who have worked
anywhere near chemicals,

and convicted murderers
with an interest in chemicals.

I've done everything
but called Timothy Leary.

Have you considered
the possibility

that this guy
who bought the gasoline

lied about being a chemist?

[phone ringing]

Homicide. Pembleton.

[man]
Did you find the gasoline can?

Hey, you're the guy
who called me

about the first fire, right?

[man] I can't believe this.

A freak's going around
killing kids.

I got kids, you know.
This is really upsetting to me.

How come I never heard
about the gas can?

[Pembleton] We don't know
where you are or where to call.

[man] You could've mentioned
on the news

how I helped out,
and everything.

Well, we don't like to give away
all our information.

Listen, why don't you
come on down, and talk to me?

- [man laughs] I can't.
- Why not?

[man] I'd just rather not, okay?

Listen, I got something

that might help you
catch this creep.

- He got into a blue van.
- A blue van?

- Where? When?
- [man] The first fire.

I saw that guy
toss the gasoline can,

and get into the van,
and drive away.

Can you describe this van?

It was blue. A van.

[Pembleton]
License plates, make, model?

- Windows, no windows?
- It had a bumper sticker.

[Pembleton]
What did the bumper sticker say?

[man] It was dark. I don't know.

I don't read bumper stickers.
They're moronic.

- Listen, I gotta go.
- [phone beeps]

Hey, what--

I got him.

[tense music playing]

[brakes squeal]

[banging on door]

- No one's home.
- [sighs] What now?

We wait.

- Oh, no thanks. I quit.
- Since when?

- Since an hour ago.
- Hmm.

A little bit of willpower
is all it takes.

Every puff is a tiny defeat,
a display of weakness.

[sighs deeply] Mm!

What do you do for fun, Frank?

Define fun.

Fun is when you do something
exciting, and maybe dangerous,

with the hope that
you're gonna feel really good

before it's all over.

- Oh, you mean work.
- No, I don't mean work.

I mean sucking unfiltered Camels
until you get headaches,

and snagging a 50-pound marlin
on the line

and guzzling Wild Turkey
until you puke.

Or running around
the block all night,

and shooting pool for money,

against mentally
defective bikers.

- Stuff like that.
- I don't have time for fun.

What the hell gets
you up in the morning?

- You gotta believe in something.
- Well, you can't believe in fun.

- That's not a faith.
- Yeah? Fun is my god, Frank.

I worship fun. I live for fun.

And when I die,
I hope that I'm having fun.

Like that upstate
car dealer, Gallard.

- You remember him?
- Mm-hmm.

He had a heart attack

while nailing
his beautiful young mistress.

He came and went.

Now, that's the way to die.

Smoke a cigarette, please.

Arthur Anderson?

- Is this your residence?
- Yes.

I'm Detective Pembleton.
This is Detective Kellerman.

- We're from the Baltimore
City Police.
- Yes?

You made a phone call
from here to the police.

- To me, actually.
- No.

- Anybody else live here?
- No.

[Pembleton]
You mind if we come in and talk?

Shouldn't you read me
my rights or something?

Well, normally, sir, that's just
if you're under arrest.

Whoa. What do we got here?

No wonder our anonymous
Good Samaritan wouldn't come in.

He's a burglar.

- [Kellerman] Hey.
- Hang on.

Nothing on the prints
from the burglary.

Our anonymous caller
wore gloves.

Well, I ran
a check on burglaries

in the vicinity
of the first fire.

That night, a computer warehouse
down the block was knocked off.

Well, I put a teletype out on
blue vans with bumper stickers.

We'll see if anything pops.

Well, assuming
this blue van actually exists.

[Munch]
You're not listening, Kay.

I'm talking about the stress,
the stress of failure,

the kind that's going to come
crashing down on your head

if you study too hard,

and then flunk
the sergeant's exam.

- I'm not going to flunk.
- How do you know?

- I know.
- But how do you know?

I just know.

I've got keen instincts, remember?

Hey, Tim, how's the back?

Doctor says that I have
a degenerative disc.

Can you believe that?
Degenerative.

- Yeah, where is it?
- Where do you think?

It's in my back.

No, I had this friend of mine,
he got pains in his arms.

Turned out it was
a degenerative disc in his neck.

[Munch] I had that.

- [Bayliss] You did?
- Yep.

- It went away?
- Yes.

- Really?
- Well, no, not really.

What I had
was a degenerate disc.

- A degenerate disc, Munch?
- Yeah.

You see, every time
a pretty girl walked by,

my neck would move like this,
completely and involuntarily.

It cured when I matured, though.

When exactly did that happen?
I must have missed it.

You know something, you guys
think that this is funny,

but this is no joke to me.

Degenerative means
that it is degenerating.

It will get worse.

Hey, only one thing
in this world is certain.

Two. There's two things
in this world are certain.

Sex is fun,
and sex will break your heart.

Okay, then.
Three certain things.

[Lewis] So, what's the third?

Various pieces and appendages
of our bodies get worse.

- It's the human condition.
- [Lewis laughs]

A patrol car
just called this in.

Hang on.

Okay, we got a blue van.
I'll call you back.

[knocking on door]

No.

No?

No, I don't know yet

who killed Mark Landry
or Bonnie Nash,

nor do I know how
their deaths are related.

But I've got my crack detectives
working on it,

and you can ensure Barnfather

I'll have answers
within the hour, days, months,

maybe even years.

Well, I'll pass
your reassurances on

- to the colonel.
- Good.

But that's not why
I came down here.

Why did you come down here?

To tell you
that I've gotten Barnfather

to agree to your taking
on a new detective.

Great.

His only condition, of course,
is that you close this case.

Ah, that's blackmail.

I've heard his promises before.

Yeah, but this time
I've gotten it in writing.

- How'd you get that?
- [chuckles] I am good.

- How'd you--
- I'm very good.

[whistles] She's great.

[officer] They camp out
in different neighborhoods

until enough neighbors complain,

and then they move
to a new neighborhood.

Who's it registered to?

A Ms. Candy Jacobs.

Does this Ms. Candy Jacobs
have a record?

Pandering and solicitation.

This ain't the one.
Let's check it out, anyway.

This Volkswagen's
got good suspension.

- Anyone naked?
- Hey!

- You found a whorehouse?
- On wheels.

It's kind of a Good Humor
truck for sex.

I wonder if they ring a bell.

So, am I to understand that
we've gotten exactly nowhere

in this investigation?

Half the city is burning down,
and we've gotten nowhere.

- Frank?
- Um...

- Bayliss?
- Um, yeah.

- Start over.
- What?

Start over.
You've missed something.

Get on it.

Start over? Start over where?

The scene of the first fire.

There's nothing here, Frank.
There's no one here.

I've got to sit down.

[Pembleton] I thought
you were feeling better.

Ah, I was. Now I'm not.

Something changed, you know?
Things do.

So, what are we
looking for, exactly?

Ghosts.

[tense music playing]

[Bayliss] Excuse me.
Can I get a hand here?

- Come on.
- Okay.

How you doing, folks?

We're from
the Baltimore City Police.

We'd like to ask a few questions

about the fire that happened
across the street

a couple of nights ago.

[homeless man]
What we know will cost you.

- [Pembleton] What do you know?
- Ask Mrs. Rosen.

She was yakking about
some good-looking guy.

- Where's Mrs. Rosen?
- Back there.

Mrs. Rosen?

[Mrs. Rosen] She's not here.

- Tim, check it out.
- What?

- Check it out.
- I can't.

- Why not?
- My back.

- Your back?
- Yeah, my back.

Kellerman.

Well, you're the primary,
Pembleton,

or so you keep insisting.

[knocking on door]

Mrs. Rosen?

I'm Frank Pembleton.
I'm a police officer.

I'd like to ask you
a few questions,

and then I'll be gone.

Did you see the fire
that happened across the street

a couple of nights ago?

Did you notice a blue van

anywhere near the fire
before or after?

You leave Mr. Robb alone.

Who's Mr. Robb?

Does Mr. Robb have a blue van?

He earned it with his own money.

He told me so himself.

A beautiful blue van.

He told you this
the night of the fire?

He took me for a ride.

Oh.

Mr. Robb took you
for a ride in his blue van.

Did he say anything?

Did he tell you
anything about himself?

He admired my house.

Said it was as beautiful
as Monticello.

Thank you very much.

This is ridiculous.
We've been here half the night.

Do you know how many vans
have been registered
in the past 20 years?

Yeah, but how many could be
registered to a Mr. Robb?

Patience is the key to life.

You bring crystals to work?
Chant for inner peace?

I suppose an action guy
like yourself

finds it hard
to just sit, and concentrate.

I suppose an action guy
like yourself

would rather be running
in and out of fires,

wearing nifty outfits.

If he's like this, Mike.
Ignore him.

- I want a cigarette.
- You can't have one.

- What are you, my mother?
Give me a cigarette.
- You don't really want one.

You're playing a game
with yourself.

You're testing the limits
of your self-discipline.

If you cave in,
you'll hate yourself.

- I don't want to see that.
- Can I have a cup of coffee?

- Is that allowed?
- [Pembleton] Yes.

[laughs]

- So, how's Mary?
- [Pembleton] Fine.

Hey, how pregnant is she anyway?

Two months.

- Can you hear a heartbeat yet?
- Yes.

- Wow. You must be excited, huh?
- Yes.

You don't sound excited.

- I said, I'm excited.
- Oh, okay.

You know, the other day
when you told me about it,

it sounded like you were
announcing

the end of the world,
or something.

Well, what am I supposed to do?
Jump up and sing?

Click my heels
and twirl an umbrella,

pass out Cuban cigars?

Well, yeah,
a Cohiba would be nice.

- How's your back?
- Fine, thank you, Frank.

[Kellerman]
You know what I hate?

No, but I'm sure you'll tell us.

I hate people
who think they know

what's best for other people.

I hate people
who look down on people

who can't control their
every teeny little feeling.

I hate people who sit around
judging other people.

Anything else?

No, that about covers it.

Okay, according to our
ever-vigilant DMV,

we have a Mr. Gavin Robb

who lives at 2025 Gough Street,

and owns a 1985 Ford van.

- 2025 Gough.
- Yeah.

Give me a hand. Thanks.

[Lewis] Don't forget, Kay,
my money's on you, babe.

[rock music playing]

[song lyrics playing]

- [dog barking ferociously]
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

[barking and snarling]

Can I help you?

- [Bayliss] Gavin Robb?
- Yes.

We're from the Baltimore
City Police Department.

Could you call off the dog?

Attila's harmless.

All the same,
could you call the dog off?

- [dog barking]
- Attila!

Good boy.

Gavin, we'd appreciate it
if you'd come downtown

and answer some questions.

What about?

It would really be much better

if we discussed that downtown.

[door creaks open]

[sighs]

- It's chemistry, right?
- [Gavin] Correct.

What were you doing driving
around in your van

- on Tuesday night?
- [Gavin chuckles]

Who says I was driving around
in my van?

You know Mrs. Rosen,

the homeless woman
that lives over on Glover?

- [Gavin] Sure, I know her.
- How'd you meet her?

I saw her trying to get
her shopping cart right-side-up.

It had fallen over, you know?

So I stopped, and helped.

[Pembleton]
So you were driving around
in your van Tuesday night?

I drive around
in my van a lot of nights.

Is that against the law?
I don't think so.

Frank, maybe we got
the wrong guy here.

Let's talk about Bonnie Nash.

I didn't know her.

Well, she was in your
chemistry class, right?

- Last year.
- [Pembleton laughs]

[Gavin] Last year she was in
my chemistry class.

I get a lot of kids
passing through my life.

You didn't maybe have
a crush on Bonnie?

You didn't maybe
get a little carried away

with your affections?

You know, maybe she said that
she was going to tell someone.

Maybe her parents?

The school principal?

I said no, Detective.

You can keep asking
the same question,

but the answer's
not going to change.

Tell us more about Mrs. Rosen,
the homeless woman.

- She's crazy.
- Correct.

- I feel sorry for crazy people.
- [Gavin] So do I.

That's why I helped her.

Well, more people
should be like you,

willing to take a moment
to help the disenfranchised.

If you don't, the problem's
not going to get any better.

You two want to have a symposium
on mental health in America,

do it over a beer
when I'm done, okay?

Jeez, Frank, we're just talking.
Back off.

- Heads or tails?
- What?

- Heads or tails?
- Heads.

You win.
I'm going to grab a smoke.

[door slams]

[chuckles]

Flipping the coin, Frank?

Nice touch.

He's gonna lose this guy.

This is that good cop,
bad cop thing, right?

[Kellerman]
You're smart, but mistaken.

How so?

He's not the bad cop. I am.

He's the good cop,
right on top of the job.

Me, I'm just an arson guy.

This homicide thing
is not my expertise.

Well, hey, we can't be
an expert on everything, now.

[Kellerman] True enough.
Tell me about your dog, Attila.

- How long you had him?
- Eight years.

I've had dogs myself.

It's funny how attached
you get, isn't it?

Okay, I'm going to get a pill.

Get either of you guys anything?

Me? No.

But, thanks.

You're welcome.

He's not an animal lover.

To me, personally,
the hardest part of these fires

was finding that dog.

- What dog?
- In the first fire.

A street dog, I guess.
A shepherd-terrier mix.

Attila's size.

When I think how painfully
that dog must have died.

So, do you really think

that I had something to do
with these fires?

Listen, Gavin,
you don't have to convince me.

It's the good cop
I'd worry about.

You want to know
a little trade secret?

No one expects
any honest answers here.

What a good cop expects
is for you to lie.

Because lying
digs you in deeper.

- If I'm lying.
- Everybody lies.

When a good cop
asks you about that fire,

do you really think
he expects you to say,

"Well, Detective,
funny you should ask.

I carried in a can of gasoline,

and a few rolls of toilet paper,
so I could burn up a dead body."

Are you so stupid
that you would say that?

- No.
- Of course not. That's my point.

A good cop
is like a good lawyer.

He's not going
to ask you a question

he doesn't know the answer to.

Okay, before Detectives
Pembleton and Bayliss get back,

let's review what we know,
and what we don't know,

so you can go home,

and make sure Attila's
got his puppy chow, okay?

- Sure. Fine.
- Okay.

The good cop knows you were
spotted driving your blue van

around the scene
of the first fire.

Says Mrs. Rosen.

- Who's crazy.
- True. Good point.

Not much of a witness, is she?

On the other hand,
you've got a blue van.

And the blue van
has a nice, big bumper sticker.

People tend to notice
nice, big bumper stickers.

[chuckles] Who?

On the other hand,
lots of people got blue vans.

Lots of people
have bumper stickers.

You didn't by any chance
know Mark Landry, did you?

No. Who's he?

The kid who died
in the first fire.

Okay, and just so
I've got this straight.

Bonnie Nash was in
your chemistry class,

but you don't really
remember her.

And you certainly
didn't know her.

Correct.

Okay.

We're finished here.

You can go home.

- I can?
- [Kellerman] Yeah, you can.

[chuckles]

Why'd you kill the dog?

I didn't know the dog was there.

[sighs]

[dramatic music playing]

[Kellerman sighs]

What about Mark Landry?

[laughs]

I didn't know he was in there.

Then why'd you set
the first fire?

To make Bonnie's death
look like an accident.

Wait, give me a second.
I'm slow here.

You planned all this out?

You set the first fire
to distract us?

You actually went around looking
for empty warehouses to burn?

I figured if I set the fire
with Bonnie's body in it first,

you would be more likely
to suspect murder.

So I did the first one

to make it look like
a serial arsonist.

But the only person you intended
to kill was Bonnie Nash?

- [Gavin] Correct.
- [Kellerman] Where's the hammer?

[Gavin] The hammer's
in the basement of my house.

It's a carpenter's hammer
manufactured by Plumb.

Very reliable.

I hit her four times.

How'd you get so handy
at setting fires?

Off the Internet.

[laughs] Where else?

- Why'd you kill her?
- That's none of your business.

See, my private life
is my private life.

Would you write
a statement for me?

- Your own words?
- Look. [laughs]

I want a lawyer.

Yeah, I bet.

[dramatic music playing]

Hey, hey, hey.
It's Sergeant Kay.

Not so fast, Meldrick,
the results won't be posted
for a while, huh?

Yeah, but you aced it,
though, right?

Ah, I got a good feeling.

[both chuckling]

Maybe we should change
those odds.

They're so one-sided, huh?

What are you protecting
that mook for?

He never showed.

He never showed?

- You're kidding me.
- No.

I tried to get them to wait,

but the examiner was a stickler
for the rules, man.

[Lewis laughs]

What? What?

Well, what can I say?
It was a comedy of errors.

There I was, totally prepared
to take the sergeant's exam.

After an exhilarating
eight-hour cram fest,

my brain packed
with useful facts,

I discover one
of my socks is missing.

I wanted to wear
my yellow-striped socks.

And one of them was missing.

I don't take any exams
without my yellow-striped socks.

So I went down
to the landlady's apartment

to see if maybe she found
the sock in the laundry room,

only she's passed out
on the couch,

on account of all the Beefeaters
she poured down her gullet.

Then, I go back up to my place,
I realize I locked myself out.

- [Howard laughs]
- And so it went.

But I don't feel bad,
because I would have passed.

I was ready.
Psyched. In the zone.

- How did you do, Kay?
- She aced it, Munch.

Hey, now, I got a good feeling,
that's all I'm saying, huh?

Great, fabulous news.
Congratulations all around.

Oh, Munchkin.

What?

You owe me some moolah.

[sighs]

[door clicks shut]

I didn't know there was
a dog in that first fire.

There wasn't.

Here at Homicide,
we're not often outsmarted.

There are no real
masterminds out there.

Mostly we're dealing with
people who think they are,

if they think at all.

The problem is,
there's so many of them.

Why did he do it?

Gavin Robb is a very
ordinary chemistry teacher.

But at night, he drives around
and he helps homeless people...

and kills teenagers.

What's that about?
I don't get it.

You don't have to get it.

You'll sleep better
if you don't know.

Give me the where,
the what, the when, the how.

Why...

is a thing we can live without.

You think you can do that?

I'm not sure I follow you.

Homicide is the elite
of the police force.

There is no higher calling.

Are you offering me a job?

If you're interested.
Are you interested?

I'm sorry, Lieutenant.

I think I'll stick where I am.

I'm pretty good at arson.

Thanks, anyway.

[door clicks shut]

[gentle rock playing on radio]

[song lyrics playing on radio]

[machines whirring]

Hey, you're not sampling
the supplies, are you?

- Mikey!
- Hey, Dad.

Son, you're not
in trouble, are you?

No, I'm not in trouble.
I was in the neighborhood.

I thought I'd stop by.

You're looking
for a friendly face.

I thought I'd talk to someone
who's got a worse day than me.

I can always count on you.

My feet hurt.

My arthritis is so bad
I can barely work the machine.

The only reason I don't retire
is I can't afford to.

- And you?
- Pain in the ass case.

I heard about them fires.
Kids got burned.

Yeah, kids got burned.

Hey, Dad, you ever
want to do something,

and think maybe
you weren't good enough?

Son, the secret of my success

is I never did anything
I didn't know I was good at.

Life's too short.

Who needs
the extra hassle, right?

That's right, you know.

Play it close.
Get through the day.

Go home in one piece.

Right.

Hey, hey.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You know,
maybe I should quit, too.

Sorry I missed you on TV, Frank.

I heard you were stellar.
[laughs]

This damn thing's
going to kill me.

Want to get a beer?

Nah.

I should go home and see
how Mary's doing, you know.

Is she okay? Huh?

My child is--

[chuckles] My child.

My child is...

this big right now.

Very small.

Very helpless.

You want to know why
I'm not celebrating, Tim?

I'll tell you.

Because I'm scared.

Everywhere I look,

I see a reason

not to bring
a child into this world.

People setting
other people on fire.

People living like
animals in the streets.

No one can protect them.

Not even their fathers.

Not even their fathers.

How am I going
to protect my baby, Tim?

A beer. You know, a beer sounds
pretty good right about now.

Yeah. Get a frosty, huh?

[gentle rock music playing]

[song lyrics playing]

Hey, Lieutenant Giardello
still here?

Yeah, he's in his cave.

Hard at work,
glaring at some papers.

Can I have one, too?

[knocking]

[Giardello] Enter.

[theme song playing]