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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.

[theme song playing]