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[overlapping chatter]

[dramatic music playing]

The Devil's Toenail? An oyster?

[dramatic music playing]

That's a dinosaur oyster?

[Joan] Come on, Patrick, we've got to go.

[dramatic music playing]

"The Devil's Toenail,

active during the Cretaceous period"?

Patrick.

You want a blueberry muffin for breakfast tomorrow?

- Chocolate donut. - Blueberry muffin or nothing.

- [Patrick] Come on, Mom. - [Joan whimpers]

I got the tape. Rockets-Magic final.

Way to go, Dad. What else did you get?

- Couple of movies. - Anything with sex?

[dramatic music playing]

Come on, Patrick, we have to go.

- One more minute, Mom. - One.

[gunshot popping]

[gunshot popping]

[sirens wailing]

[theme song playing]

[music fades]

Smell that?

- Hmm? - What?

Winter's coming.

Ah, why do you get your dress in a bunch every year over winter?

That wet cold from last winter?

You forget that that was hell, man.

- You said summer was hell. - [Bayliss] Well, it was.

[Pembleton] It's all mind over matter, baby.

[Bayliss] No, no, it's more than mind over matter.

I know my mind, and my mind remembers

my ass melting into the tops of my shoes, all right?

- Summer was hell. - There's no humidity in hell.

What, you do a field report?

By all reliable accounts,

not a single drop of water shall pass between heaven and hell.

Hell is a dry heat.

- Oh, well, book me a flight. - Detectives.

What can we do for you, Officer Clifford?

- Got a shooting. - [Bayliss] I'm the primary here.

A ten-year-old kid named Garbarek, Patrick shot once.

EMT rushed him over to Hopkins.

Okay.

- [knocking on door] - What you got?

Hits the kid, passes through him,

then the window, and lands here.

Hmm. In the Cretaceous period, huh?

We've got shell casings all over the place.

How many shell casings?

[dramatic music playing]

Excuse me, but either of you own a green Ford Taurus?

If it's blocking a fire lane,

it's going to be towed out of here.

[door clicks closed]

I guess I should move the car.

If I don't move it, it's going to get towed.

That's all we need now, huh?

You should move the car.

Guy saved us a ticket.

I'll be right back. [sighs]

- [Bayliss] You heard fireworks. - Uh-huh.

Scared the daylights out of me.

You know, I spilt lemonade all over me.

Oh. You see the kids?

- Can I tell you something? - Mm-hmm.

- Just between you and me. - Sure.

This ain't all lemonade.

[clears throat]

These kids were 16, 17, maybe?

I think. Maybe younger. I don't know.

So you think that these two guys were older, right?

- Yeah. - Well, what's older?

You know how these old guys

try to style down with what's playing?

They can't pull it off.

So maybe these two guys were what?

18, 19.

What do you mean "regular"?

About 5'10", maybe. Is that regular?

- You mean average. - Okay.

Anything else? Hair, color of eyes, anything?

They were regular. You know, they were white guys.

Did I mean average?

I got a spot right up front across the street.

It's pretty good, huh?

You want coffee? There's a machine down the end of the hall there.

You hungry?

Patrick's going to be okay.

I can't remember if I turned the lights out in the...

kitchen before we left this morning.

I'm sure you did.

Are you sure?

Yeah, you did something you always do.

- How is Patrick? - He's still in surgery.

But how is he? He's been in there so long.

It'll be some time before we know.

These two gentlemen are detectives.

I'm Detective Bayliss, and this is my partner, Detective Pembleton.

Mrs. Garbarek, Mr. Garbarek, we're from the Homicide Investigation Unit

- of the Baltimore City Police. - Mrs. Garbarek, we need both you

and your husband to sign these papers.

You're a homicide detective?

Yeah, we just need to ask you about what happened today.

These are simply standard consent forms

authorized for us to treat Patrick.

But you are already treating him.

Somebody got killed over there today, huh?

Sir, we're here about your son.

My son's fine.

You just said he was in surgery.

He is, and we need you to sign your permission.

Why are two Homicide detectives here?

This is just routine.

What is routine? For who is this routine?

Any special shooting incident, we're called in to investigate.

Well, my son is hurt. That's it.

All right? You understand that?

Are you telling us Patrick is going to die?

- [nurse] No. - Well, wait, wait.

Then you tell me that he's okay.

I know everything possible is being done for your son.

- Where is Patrick? - [Paul] Tell me that Patrick is okay.

Mr. Garbarek, you can't see him.

- [Paul] Tell me he's okay. - He's my son.

Mr. Garbarek, you're going to hurt me.

- You're hurting me. - Mr. Garbarek. [screams]

This isn't going to do any good.

This isn't going to help your son.

Why are these people here?

Why are these people talking to us?

Under whose permission?

Hmm? You got a job to do. You can't wait, huh?

You got no respect for what the two of us are going through?

You want to do your job, huh?

My son was shot today.

All right? That is what happened.

He wasn't doing anything, and they shot him anyway.

You know what? I just-- I shouldn't have grabbed that guy.

You do what you do.

Yeah, I threw my back out of whack again.

[dramatic music playing]

We're investigating the shooting of a young boy.

- Patrick Garbarek? - Yeah.

I'm writing up his chart.

Ten years old, brown hair, brown eyes.

Big eyes, like a doll. He has a doll's eyes.

It means the little guy's brain-dead.

Oh.

[music continues]

[machines beeping]

[siren wailing]

Oh, hey, John.

- Nice to have the connects, huh? - What?

You got the hottest ticket in town.

Oh, yeah, to see the Pope. Yeah. [chuckles]

You up there on the dais with John Paul II.

You're in the big time now, Captain.

Well, I'm honored to have been invited.

I hear that scalpers are getting $500 for a copy

just to get a grandstand seat.

Imagine having a seat on the dais

close enough to see the color of the Pope's eyes.

- What can you get for that ticket? - Wait a minute.

You would even consider

selling this ticket if you were me?

For what you can get for that ticket,

you can go out and buy a brand-new, high-definition,

60-inch stereo surround sound TV

and watch His Holiness descend upon Baltimore

from the comfort of your own home.

Yeah, but that would be heresy.

I mean, that would be like selling a ticket into heaven.

[sighs] The way I figure it,

Sony will be telecasting the Final Judgment anyway,

so what's the worry?

[Bayliss] Grabs the gun, starts running after the other guy--

- Bayliss. - Hmm?

- What's with the mall shooting? - You got any witnesses?

Yeah, well, we got them by the half dozen by the dozen,

but what they saw, we can't be sure.

The parents give you anything?

- We tried to get a statement. - What's tried to get?

You either have a statement or you don't.

They were in a rough way.

[Howard] Yeah, how is the child?

The child is on a ventilator.

I think we should hand this case to Violent Crimes.

It sounds like his name should go up on the board.

He's not dead yet. He might make it.

How's he gonna make it? He has no brain function.

Where's he gonna make it to?

I'm just jammed up with all these cases.

I think that Violent Crimes could handle this one.

[Howard] Oh, are you saying this isn't a homicide in the technicality

because the machine is doing the breathing for him?

I know the rules of the road, but the bottom line is,

it sounds like this kid's never gonna wake up.

It should be investigated like a murder.

Plain and simple, huh?

- Your daughter, Charisse, is on line three, Lieutenant. - Thank you.

- Who used up all the ice? - Don't start with me!

I'm trying to put myself together a nice iced tea,

and I come up shy of one key ingredient.

It eases my back, all right, Lewis?

Your back all the time. This ain't right, Gee.

Iced tea, it's almost winter.

Iced tea keeps me in a summertime frame of mind, all right?

Help me out here, Gee.

Look, here, here, Lewis, see? There.

Is that nice, okay?

You go, you have yourself a good time, all right?

Because Frank and I are busy. We're busy here.

Bayliss, they're melting.

All I'm asking, in a calm, reasonable tone of voice,

is for you to fill up the ice cube trays

before you come back in here.

Gee, what do you think, huh? What do you think?

- Violent Crimes, huh? - I want you to stay on the case.

Yeah?

[ship horn honking in distance]

[keys jangling]

Tired?

You go sleep.

I'll put away the groceries.

Let me do that.

You're going to cook?

I'm not hungry.

You don't eat eggs, so what did I just say?

Joan.

- Joan. - [Joan] I made eggs.

[Paul] You don't have to do that.

Please don't wash Patrick's clothes.

Eat your eggs before they get cold.

I can't eat.

Do I have to worry about you, too?

[Bayliss] We have the name of a possible suspect.

- Someone called it in. - But how is it that I screwed up?

Suspect's name, Tommy Porten.

But you're saying that I screwed it up?

No, what I'm saying is that we forgot, both of us.

- And that is not screwing up. - No, but you're the primary.

It's your responsibility to collect the clothes from the hospital.

That's standard procedure.

I figured that you had it, Frank.

If we ever go to a grand jury

for an indictment in a shooting

and they ask us for that essential piece of evidence,

we can always say, "Ooh, I forgot."

You know what?

I was going to collect that evidence.

I meant to.

Then when I was going to ask the emergency room people,

my back goes out.

[Pembleton] Well, I can just see the State's Attorney

doing cartwheels over that one.

Tommy Porten, he's our a shooter?

[Bayliss] I don't know for sure.

Okay, you run down the lead on this Porten guy.

- I'll get the clothes. - All right.

You'll be waiting for me here, right?

- Right here. - Right here, there.

- Right here! - Okay.

No, nobody told us that the clothes were evidence.

Well, someone in the ER should've.

And nobody in this whole hospital knows that.

Well, these things happen.

Believe me, we're not happy about this mix-up.

- We're all embarrassed. - Well, I've already washed them.

And they were rags from the way that they cut them off Patrick.

Ma'am, I need these for my investigation.

I put them away.

- I need you to give me these clothes. - I can't.

- You have to. - I have to?

Let me tell you what I have to do today, okay?

I have to go in there, and I have to watch the doctors

pinch Patrick's legs.

I have to watch them stick pins at the bottom of his feet.

I have to watch them pour cold water,

first in his right ear, then in his left,

to see if his eyes move today.

Then I have to hear them tell me that they don't.

His eyes don't. I hear them say this.

Nothing else can be done. This is just a little...

boy, and they have to say this about him.

You have to have his clothes.

You have to know what we saw yesterday.

I have to remember Patrick standing there.

He has to see the dinosaurs.

He has to go to that window.

There's always one more minute.

He always has to do what he wants.

And...

then he falls down, and I think he's just teasing.

He's going to get up in a minute,

and I'm going to yell at him to just get up and not get dirty.

I want to see him get up from his own bed.

Do I have to think that he can lay there like this

for another 50 or 60 years?

Do I have to think whether this is what he wants?

Why do I have to?

Why do I think this can't be Patrick in there?

The clothes are at the house. You can come by for them later.

[machines beeping]

[tense music playing]

Excuse me. Tommy.

Hey, Tommy Porten, right?

You're Tommy Porten, aren't you, huh?

[engine revving]

[Bayliss groans in pain]

Halt!

Baltimore Police! Baltimore Police! Police!

Keep your face to the pavement! Down!

Put your hands behind your head!

Behind your head!

- That is one beautiful burn. - [Bayliss groans]

- You mean you can see it there? - Yeah.

So that's what mustard plaster does, huh?

Didn't they outlaw that stuff?

Listen, could you put this burn ointment on there for me?

What? On your back? A little personal, don't you think?

- What? - [Lewis] I knew it.

Bayliss, want to make some more ice cubes?

Come on, I got a suspect that's waiting on me, Lewis.

Be gentle.

[Bayliss] It's a burn.

Never dull moment with you, is it?

Where the hell have you been?

I've been waiting all this time

for you to pick me up at the hospital.

[sighs] I'm sorry.

- You owe me six bucks. - I do?

What, cabs are free or am I supposed to walk?

You know something, Frank?

I was on my way to meet you, I swear,

and then I got this feeling like I was on fire.

And I got a suspect in here, so if you want to come...

Frank, this is Tommy Porten.

He says he knows about the shooting.

- You know about the shooting? - I heard about it.

What's your name?

- Tommy. - Tommy what?

Porten.

- Tommy Porten? - Right.

- You go by Thomas? - I like Tommy.

Yeah, yeah, Thomas, that'd be too serious, wouldn't it?

It'd be what? Mopey? Mopey?

- Are you a mope, Tommy? - No.

Tommy, that's cute.

- It's kind of peppy. - [Pembleton] Kind of a nickname.

A nickname is a sign of affection from someone.

Someone has to like you.

You can't give yourself a nickname, can you?

Everybody who knows me calls me Tommy.

So everybody likes you, right?

You know something? Tell me about the shooting, all right?

I want to like you, too.

I heard about it.

These two people were talking about it.

[Pembleton] Who are these two people?

- I don't know. - Come on, come on.

There's no two people. Huh?

Yeah, they were saying

how this one dude was chasing this other dude.

Uh-huh, so these two people, they're talking about it, yeah?

Something about this girl.

About how the other dude's

hitting on the first dude's girl.

Who are these dudes?

- I don't know. - Tommy, come on.

- [Tommy] I swear to God. - Tommy!

It's over some chick, that's all.

A chick, huh? Does a chick have a name?

[laughs] But these two dudes

were shooting at each other over some chick.

She has a name.

[Tommy] Never heard any name.

I bet she has a nickname.

- [Pembleton] You want a lawyer? - [Tommy] What, me?

- He know his rights? - Oh, yeah, yeah, I read them.

- You want 'em read again? - No, I'm all right.

[Bayliss] You know, you know about this shooting, huh?

You hear it's over some chick. But you don't come to us.

We have to come for you. I have to hunt for you.

I have to chase your miserable ass

over half this damn city because you don't know anything.

- Nothing. - I hear these people talking

and I figure it's their business, not mine.

- [Bayliss] Oh, Tommy. - Who had the gun?

Did I say I don't know?

You had the gun!

No.

Well, then this other dude,

he's running around with a gun, right?

I told you, I don't know any guy with any gun.

Forget it, forget it. I'm locking him up.

- You're going to put me in jail? - [Bayliss] Yep.

- I didn't shoot anyone. - You're still going.

- So what did I do? - You have a nickname.

- What? - You have a nickname.

Everyone in this whole world has a nickname

except me, and that pisses me off.

What do you know?

You know about that little boy who was shot.

Yeah?

You heard about him, didn't you?

- Didn't you? - Uh-huh.

[Bayliss] Right.

Right, now...

maybe he should have a nickname.

Hmm?

His name is Patrick. Hmm?

Think he could have a nickname?

His doctors, they call him Patrick, all right?

His parents, they call him Patrick.

I only know him as Patrick.

You could show him that you mean him well, huh?

- I want him to get better. - He never will.

- He's brain-dead. - Brain-dead.

- He's brain-dead? - Yeah.

So what do you think, huh? Tommy, huh?

What do you think we should call him?

- Paddy? - I don't know.

- Oh, Sleepy? - No.

- Dopey. - Come on.

Droopy?

- Wheezy? - Wheezy? Hmm.

What's wrong with you guys?

I never say anything like that about that kid.

You put him there. You put him in the hospital, Tommy.

- No. - [Pembleton] Is he there?

Is he there, Tommy? Huh?

I didn't have the gun.

- I was being chased. - By who?

- By who? - I can't.

I won't.

If you were me, you'd understand.

You would.

I know you would.

So what do you think Patrick's name should be?

Huh?

- My brother. - Your brother what?

He was mad at me. Because she has to tell him.

Is it your brother who's shooting at you?

[Tommy] He's my older brother, and so all right.

Maybe I shouldn't be messing with this girl.

But she hit on me first. I swear.

She comes after me, and then she tells him I did.

Where is he?

I don't know where they are.

I hadn't seen him since he was chasing me.

Since yesterday?

[Tommy] Yeah.

Okay.

I want names now.

- Don. - [Bayliss] Mm-hmm.

His girlfriend's name is Jessie.

Jessie. Is this short for Jessica?

[scoffs] What did I tell you?

Everyone has a nickname.

it's got to be shorter than the other, see?

Because that is what throws my back out of alignment,

and it is just causing me all the problems.

It's your wallet.

- My what? - [Pembleton] Where's your wallet?

Frank, please, don't go on about the six bucks anymore.

You're sitting on your wallet, right?

- [Bayliss] Yes. - Okay. I carry mine here.

Right? We're at our desk.

We're in the car. We're sitting half our days.

Think of your back as a very delicate structure of cartilage and bone.

You're sitting on your wallet.

You're tilting your back at an angle.

Basically, you're walking around like the Leaning Tower of Pisa.

[Bayliss] Put your hands back on the wheel, Frank.

If wallets were meant to be carried in the front pocket,

they've been made that way.

- They are. - Who said that?

The info never gets around to you, does it?

Mr. Garbarek.

How you doing?

Joan has Patrick's clothes in the house.

Okay. I'll go get them.

Knock hard. I've got to fix the bell.

I'm just cleaning up.

[knocking on door]

This is his room.

[Joan sniffles]

I washed them.

That's okay.

I just--

I had to wash them, you know?

Did you have a room like this when you were growing up?

Oh, no. I wish.

I hate the color paint we put on the wall.

So then, you know who you're looking for.

Yeah, we have a team of tactical officers

searching for this kid.

You gonna catch him?

Yeah, he's probably still in the city.

He doesn't have many resources.

You come up against this kid before?

We checked and he has no record.

But he's dangerous.

Since he has no priors,

it's very difficult to make that sort of call.

- But he used a gun. - [Pembleton] He did.

So, then you catch up to him.

He's got the gun, he resists.

- Let's hope he doesn't. - But what if he does?

Why?

You want him to?

It would cost $50,000 to $100,000 a year?

If we put Patrick into what they call

"an extended care facility."

If we take care of him here, it's maybe half that.

But then we would have to learn how to deal with his...

IVs and his ventilator and his feeding pumps.

[Bayliss] Oh, where did they come up with these kind of numbers?

I mean, really, who could afford that, right?

I wouldn't care...

what the cost was.

As long as the doctors could tell us

that Patrick was getting better.

But he never will.

He developed pneumonia overnight.

They started him on antibiotics.

The doctor says that Patrick is...

deteriorating.

You believe in God?

You're talking to the wrong guy.

Maybe there's a miracle out there somewhere for Patrick.

[Bayliss] There's that many kids on the waiting list?

1,400.

All of them needing a donor.

Across the whole country.

At this very minute.

More coffee?

Oh, no, I've had plenty.

Thanks.

I should get going.

[Joan] You don't like my coffee?

No, no, I do. It's great.

No, it's okay.

This woman who coordinates the program

went over every detail of how Patrick could be a donor.

They'd have to do tests

to type and match his blood,

check the size of his kidneys, his liver,

his heart, his lungs,

and his pancreas.

I had to ask where Patrick's pancreas is.

Mrs. Garbarek, I'd love to have some more coffee.

There's a little boy at the hospital

on the floor above Patrick.

He needs a new kidney.

And the doctor...

I can't remember his name.

I'm bad with names, too.

[Paul] Anyway, he says that this little boy's

been on the waiting list for over a year.

Years is a long time in a little boy's life.

There's a chance that Patrick could be a match for this kid.

Why should Patrick have to be that chance?

I can't talk to Paul about this.

The doctors come in,

and I have to ask all the questions.

I ask him, "What do you think?"

And he says, "What do you think?"

Maybe he needs to know from you first.

But I know there's something in me

that says it is wrong

to take something from Patrick and put it into someone else.

Your body is sacred, right?

It reminds me of grave robbers.

If this was something that was right,

then why are there so many problems with transplants?

Because it's not natural.

A heart gets rejected because it's not natural.

You and your wife should sit down and talk.

- [Paul] She doesn't listen to me. - [Pembleton] She'll listen.

She has never listened, ever, all right?

I mean, you read about these medical miracles

all the time.

So say we decide to go ahead

and do this thing with Patrick.

Then I pick up the paper the next day,

and I see that some doctor has come up with a way to fix him.

They come up with these things all the time.

Maybe we should just wait.

You don't want to be kept alive by any machine?

No. I've written it down.

You know, I told my family, told my friends.

If you were me, what would you do?

I don't know.

But if it's okay for you...

then it should be the same for him?

- It's nice, huh? - Yeah, beautiful.

Who has the green thumb?

- Joan. - Hmm.

Finally got a break in the weather.

Finally.

I love evenings like this.

[dramatic music playing]

You had coffee and you didn't bring me any?

She offered me the coffee.

You know, I was just being polite.

Yeah, as long as you get yours, right?

She asked me if I had a son, would I be able to end his life?

No coffee on top of six bucks for the cab.

I mean, could you answer a question like that?

I want my six bucks now, okay?

What, you think I'm not good for it?

Well, you know, I've been listening to a guy

who's expecting a miracle.

You give me that receipt, I will give you the six bucks.

And he wants revenge on the kid who did this.

You know, revenge and miracles, they don't quite go together.

I didn't get a receipt, all right?

Then how do I know?

You think I'm going to lie to you for six bucks?

- How do I know? - [tires screeching]

- Get out of my car. - What?

Get out of my car. You don't believe me?

- Get out of my car. - You don't think I can walk?

- Walk. - I can walk.

- Go walk. Go walk. - I'm going to walk.

- [tires screeching] - Whoa! Are you nuts?

[car horns honking]

Why does she have to ask if you had a son,

could you end his life?

- Jesus. - [Bayliss] Exactly.

I mean, this is why I didn't want the case.

This is why I wanted to send this case to Violent Crimes.

[Pembleton] What if they do decide to pull the plug,

and the doctors come up with a cure?

You never know what science is going to come up with.

There's no cure for being brain dead, Frank.

- This I know. - [Pembleton] That's not what you said the other day.

I hear about things happening.

In Lourdes, in Fatima.

Miracles.

No one thinks that's strange.

[sighs] I should have brought you your coffee.

[keyboard clacking]

How's the Garbarek case doing?

Younger brother gives up older brother.

Variations on a theme.

You know, Frank, you know,

I've been thinking about having this ticket

to get up close and personal with the Pope.

And I don't know.

I thought maybe you would appreciate it more than I would.

- Why do you think that? - Because you're Catholic.

Suggesting what?

Suggesting that this ticket might be more convenient.

60,000 people sitting out at Camden Yards.

Millions more watching on TV.

All looking at a man for some sort of miracle.

No, thank you. I'm not interested.

[machines beeping]

These are the transplant people?

Yes.

- How much time do we have? - You take as much as you need.

You will be in the operating room with Patrick?

[Devilbiss] I'll be at his side the whole time.

I want somebody there

who was there when he was first treated.

I'll be the one who turns off his ventilator.

And he won't feel any pain?

[Devilbiss] No.

Why does everybody around him have to make so much noise?

- We would like some privacy. - Absolutely.

People, [indistinct].

Maybe we should wait.

We could do this tomorrow.

We'd just have to come back and face this again.

Tell me this is right.

It's for Patrick.

I wish he could hear us.

Patrick, I wish you could hear me.

He's still warm.

Patrick.

You are the love of my life.

And your father's.

I wish you could just wake up.

I know you'd try to if you knew how much my heart hurt.

You are breaking my heart.

Thank you for being my son.

For being who you've been all your ten years,

three months, and eight days.

You give me so much happiness.

I will miss you every minute of every day.

[Paul] I can't--

I can't let them do it like this.

How does this turn off?

You don't need to worry about that.

Can you show me?

I can't. It's against hospital policy.

- Then I want you to do it. - Mr. Garbarek...

It'd be better if you let us handle this in the OR.

[sighs] I cannot have Patrick dying away from his mother.

[sniffles] His heart is from us.

And if his heart's going to stop,

then I want it to be with us.

And not with you or with anybody else.

I've never asked anybody for a favor,

but I am asking you this now.

Please.

Then I can only give you 15 seconds

before we have to take Patrick.

Patrick.

I'm going to give you to Mommy now.

Okay.

[steady beeping]

[Joan crying]

[Devilbiss] Hold on, folks. Hold on.

[tense music playing]

[helicopter blades whirring]

- [Bayliss] Hey. - [Pembleton] Hold your hands on the wheel!

Put your hands on the wheel!

Take your left hand and open the lock.

Easy. Let's see the hands. Frank?

Donny Porten, you're under arrest.

- Where's the gun, Donnie? - There's no gun!

- [Donny groans] - [Pembleton] No gun, huh?

- That's not mine! - [Bayliss] That's not yours?

This is the gun you used to kill Patrick Garbarek, huh?

- Who's he? - The little boy you killed, man.

- He died? - Yeah.

I heard on the radio he's alive.

They pulled him off life support this morning.

Why?

I ain't responsible for that, man.

That's wasn't up to me!

- Wasn't up to me! - It wasn't up to you?

[Paul] Patrick gets around, doesn't he?

One of his kidneys went upstairs

to that little boy in the hospital.

[Joan] I'm exhausted.

I could sleep for a million years.

The other one went across town to Bayview for the little girl.

Should we try one of those pills the doctor gave us?

The lungs went to Atlanta,

the heart to Chicago, and the liver to Buffalo.

You want to come to bed?

They took the body from the hospital to the morgue

so that they could officially rule it a homicide.

I tell you.

There's always one more little thing.

Are you coming to bed?

I think we should sleep together.

Paul...

[somber music playing]

[wind howling]

[reporter] Those of you who may have missed

the arrival of Pope John Paul II,

[indistinct] kissing the ground

as he arrived at Baltimore Washington International Airport...

- Pardon me. - Yeah?

- Are you Detective Bayliss? - Oh, yeah.

She directed me to you.

Well, she directed you correctly. What can I do for you?

You're the detective for Patrick Garbarek.

Yeah, you're two for two now.

I wanted to get in touch with his parents.

The hospital said they couldn't,

but that you might be able to tell me.

Well, I can't give out that kind of information.

It's my son who received Patrick's kidney this morning.

Oh. Excuse me. I'm William Loftus.

- So, how's your son doing? - Oh, great.

Matthew is doing tremendous.

His face isn't so good. The color's off.

But the puffiness has gone down.

One hell of an operation.

But he's going to make it.

[reporter] The Pope is being driven

into the parking lot of Camden Yards.

An estimated 75,000 people

lined the parade route into Camden Yards,

cheering the Pope and receiving his special blessing.

I wanted to know if there's any chance

I could get to say thank you to his parents.

I looked up their last name in the phone book.

There were only two of them.

One didn't know what I was talking about,

and the other, well, there's no answer.

I was trying to be kind of a detective myself.

It doesn't take much, does it?

[reporter] Earlier this morning, he celebrated mass

- to an estimated 60,000 people. - [phone ringing]

Homicide.

Yeah? Calvert and what?

[reporter] His plane will take off for Rome,

way behind schedule.

[William] I hear you caught the guy who did this.

Yeah, we did.

Matthew is on the operating table this morning,

and a lot of things go through my mind.

If this killer isn't in the world, what?

I mean, if he decides not to go to the mall

a couple days ago, what?

If this Patrick isn't there at the same time,

or maybe he decides to go someplace else that day,

or maybe it rains and he stays home, then what?

[Pembleton] Bayliss, we've got a body down on the Parkway.

- Let's go. - [Bayliss] Yeah, okay.

- Will you be seeing the parents anytime soon? - Well, I might.

There's an arraignment of the shooter in a few days.

They have to go and sit through that?

Don't have to, but they might want to.

- [Pembleton] Come on, Bayliss. Let's get out of here. - Yeah, okay.

Well, if you do see them, will you tell them

- that me and you talked? - Sure. Sure.

- [Pembleton] Come on! I'm gone! - Okay, Frank.

Anyway, it's a good thing about your son.

Another little boy has to die, so my son can live.

Yeah.

I've got to go. I've got to get back to my job.

[William] Okay, go.

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