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[police siren wailing]

Frank, will you be
the primary on this one?

[Pembleton] You took the call.

Oh, I-- I know,
I know I took the call.

I answered the phone after
you said, "Tim, grab that."

But I'm asking you
to be the primary.

- Why should I?
Well,

what do the names
Gaines, Pratt, Hobbs, Meany,

Gannon and Eddington
mean to you?

- A law firm.
- No, no. It's my open cases.

See, the last thing
I need is a stone whodunit.

And you know as well as me,
a murder at Park and Read

is just gonna sink like a stone.

Oh, so you would wish
this stone upon me?

No, with you it won't sink.

See, with you it'll
just skip across the surface.

'Cause lately, you have been
touched by the gods, Frank.

- Okay, I'll be the primary.
- Thanks.

You two were fast.
You beat the ME
and the paramedics.

Paramedics, so somebody's alive?

- The victim.
- Wait, the victim
isn't dead yet?

- He will be, trust me.
- We got a name?

[officer] Name, his address,
his birth sign.

Zeke Lafeld,
48 Falls Road, Virgo.

- [Bayliss] Falls Road?
He's not from around here.
- [officer] No.

- Mr. Lafeld, can you hear me?
- [Zeke] Yeah.

I'm Detective Pembleton
from the Baltimore City Police.

- [Zeke] Uh-huh?
- Okay, can you tell us
what happened to you?

Don't worry about it, man.

I'm gonna take care
of this myself.

Mr. Lafeld, who hurt you?

Mr. Lafeld, who hurt you?

- Mr. Lafeld?
- Gonna tell you in a minute.

[intense music playing]

[sirens wailing]

[officer]
Okay, let's back up, please.

Give the paramedics
some room, please, back up.

This way, guys.

Forget about it.
He's the ME's responsibility.

Get out of my blood!

Back up, folks, please. Back up.

Everybody [indistinct].
Secure this area.

[theme song playing]

[music fades]

Okay, Frank, we got a listing
on a next of kin.

It's his father,
it's a Bailey Lafeld.

Lives over on
Lake Avenue in Mayfield.

Okay, you saw
what happened here tonight?

I was standing out
in front of the bar,

looking to see
what was cruising by.

- Mm-hmm.
- The dead dude is walking along,

and a car pulls up,
and these two cueballs get out.

- [Bayliss] Cueballs?
- Skinheads.

They're calling him names,
they start whacking him.

One of them pulls out a knife.

I run back in the bar
to get help.

By the time
we get back out here...

the baldies are gone,

and this dude's lying
in his own body waste.

Did the attackers
seem to know Mr. Lafeld?

[Pinnock] This kind of thing
happens all the time.

A couple of neo-Nazi Billy Boys

get tired of snorkeling
their sisters,

decide to come down here
and beat up a fag.

Can you give us
a make on the car?

- It was red.
- Think you could, uh,
identify them?

I got a pretty good look
at their Neanderthal faces.

[Pembleton] Sergeant Rollo!

Escort Mr. Pinnock here
down to headquarters.

Show him some mug shots,
and have him give a description

- to the sketch artist.
- [Rollo] Okay.

- [Pembleton] Thank you
very much.
- Sure.

Hey, Happy Thanksgiving.

[Pembleton] You, too.

- Are we done here, Frank?
- What's your hurry?

I have no hurry,
I'm just saying, you know,

if we're done here,
we should go.

What you worried about, Tim?

One of these fine young men
gonna ask you

to stuff his turkey?

No, it's weird
watching someone die.

Well, usually when we get here,
they're cold already.

It's just weird.

- [knocking on door]
- [Russert] Come in.

- I got him.
- [Russert] Oh.

Mr. Brodie.
Come in and sit down.

Are-- are you gonna yell at me

for videotaping that
little girl's murder scene?

'Cause that was not
my footprint in the blood.

No. Sit down.

Well, this has gotta be about
the domestic case on Ann Street.

And I-- I don't touch
murder weapons.
I don't touch anything.

Would you sit down,
or do I knock you down?

Thank you.

Now, Mr. Brodie, uh,
Lieutenant Giardello tells me

that since Channel 8 fired you,

uh, because you helped us
during the Gould shooting,
of course,

- that you've been
working freelance.
- Yes, well--

And that you need to work
to pay for Graduate school.

- Yeah, but--
- Yes, Lieutenant Giardello
also tells me

that you have been a royal
pain in the ass to our men.

- Always underfoot.
- Yeah, but--

The Sicilians have a saying...

"Make friends of your enemies,
or kill them."

Which would you prefer?

- What?
- We'd like to offer you a job.

- A job?
- A job.

Working for the Homicide Unit,

videotaping crime scenes.

Yes, we feel that having
crime scenes on videotape

will help our detectives
during their investigations,

as well as the State's
Attorney's office during trials.

- Yeah, it would.
- And, of course... [chuckling]

...this being
the City of Baltimore,
it doesn't pay much money.

- Well, how much does it not pay?
- Yes or no, Brodie?

Well, yes,

I'd love to be
in the thick of it, you know,

helping to solve crimes.

This is not
a Batman and Robin thing.

You are not a cop.

Your job is to shoot what
the primary tells you to shoot.

Shoot what
the primary tells me to shoot.

- [Giardello] That's right.
- Mm-hmm.

- You can start tomorrow.
- Cool.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

You've got really big hands.
You won't regret this.

I already do, Brodie.

[Brodie clearing throat]

Uh, do I get,
uh, health insurance?

- [Giardello chuckling]
- [phone ringing]

Hey, Meldrick,
what do you do for Thanksgiving?

Ah, this gig is
so deadline-oriented, you know,

I like to keep
my holidays spontaneous.

I usually spend the day
with my folks,

but they just decided
they're going to St. Louis

to be with my sister
and her family.

Hey, well, you'll be able
to rustle up a date.

I don't know. Thanksgiving?

I mean, you take a woman
to Thanksgiving dinner,
it means she means a lot to you.

I don't have anybody
in my life like that right now.

- [Lewis chuckling]
- [Kellerman] What?

Well, I don't know, man,
I just figured a guy like you,

your looks, your personality,
you'd be able to get a date.

I can get a date, bonehead,
I just don't want a date.

Yeah, okay.
Sure you can. Sure you can.

Tell you what,
how about me and you,

we'll do something together
for Thanksgiving, huh?

- [Kellerman] Like what?
- Be spontaneous.

Something juicy'll come up.

[Howard] Meldrick Lewis,
Michael Kellerman,

this is Officer Debbie Haskell.

- She's from the crime lab.
- Hi.

[Howard] Officer Haskell is
going to give us a demonstration

of the Voice Stress Analyzer.

This is a revolutionary
breakthrough in lie detection.

So, how does this
revolutionary gizmo work?

Well, I ask you a question,

and your answer gets recorded
into this machine.

Then, so by the way I talk,
this machine will gauge what?

Whether or not
you're telling the truth.

Just by how I talk? What I say?

This device measures
the inaudible changes

in your voice caused by stress.

These changes
are what we call "microtremors."

By analyzing the stress patterns
on a printout,

a trained technician...

can tell whether you're
telling the truth or a lie.

So this is more reliable
than the old polygraph?

That's like saying
that a high-tech computer

is like a manual typewriter.

Typewriter?

Man, I'm a quill, pen,
and parchment paper

kind of guy myself.

Yeah, and you write
by candlelight.

No, I write by moonlight.

I'm sorry, I just--
I have a hard time

dealin' with all this new tech
stuff on the market, you know,

surveillance cameras,
body heat sensors,

and motion sensors
and the Voice Stress, um...

- Analyzer.
- Yeah.

See, the thing is,
we the murder police. Mmm?

And we have but one given,

and that is,
everybody is a liar.

Me, you see, I rely on...

the most sensitive
machine there is.

See, it knows
when somebody's lumpy,

and it knows
when somebody's honest.

And this--

this is smart enough to trust...

what this can detect.

And I would much rather
take you out to dinner

than this machine.

- Analyzer.
- Analyzer.

How does a guy know
he likes guys?

- How does he know?
- Mm-hmm.

Same way a guy knows
he likes women.

No, I mean when does he decide

that he likes guys?

Age 26.

What?

At 26, every man determines

his sexual preference.

That's what the Jesuits
at St. Ignatius taught us.

Oh, they told you
that there was a specific age

that you knew once and for all,
that was it, hmm?

- [Pembleton] Yes.
- Oh.

[chuckling] That's just...

26 just seems a tad late,
you see,

because I knew that
I liked girls when I was 12.

- No, you didn't.
- Yes, I did.

- Not for sure.
- Mm-hmm.

- You had doubts.
- I didn't have doubts.

- You had doubts.
- No.

- You're in denial.
- No, I'm not in denial.

Let go of me.

Sorry.

Twenty-six, huh?
Not maybe 25 for some, maybe 27?

Twenty-six.

Oh. So-- so what?

You know,
one morning you wake up,

the morning
of your 26th birthday,

and you say, you know,
"Okay, you know, that's it.

- I'm gay." Is that it? Oh.
- Mm-hmm.

That's utter nonsense.

Of course it's nonsense.
The question is nonsense.

People don't decide
their sexuality.

They have it thrust upon them.

But some people get so
uptight about their sexuality,

they never
truly know it themselves.

- [doorbell ringing]
- They get repressed, homophobic.

- I'm not a homophobe.
- Fine.

- I'm not.
- You don't have
to repeat yourself.

I'm your partner,
I believe every word you say.

[Bailey] How is this possible?

Who would do this?

Mr. Lafeld, we're pretty certain
that Zeke's murder was random,

that he didn't know
his attackers.

Even so, we're gonna need
to get access to his apartment.

Uh, he just moved.
I don't-- I don't have a key.

His new address
is 48 Falls Road?

Something like that. Yeah.

We found an address book
with his knapsack,

and we'd like to go over
the names with you,

so you can identify
the relationships

of the people to him,
friend, co-worker, you know.

We have to do that now?

Yeah, in most cases,
sooner is better.

And you'll need to come
with us to ID the, um--

your son.

Yeah. Okay.

Why would anybody
want to kill Zeke?

Mr. Lafeld,
we have reason to believe

that this may have been
a hate crime.

Wait. Uh--

Hate crimes--
hate crimes happen to...

people like you.

They also happen to homosexuals.

Wh-- what are you
trying to imply?

Sir, how much did you know
about your son's lifestyle?

Uh...

since his mother died, we, uh--

we sorta grew apart.

Please, have a seat here.
Just for a moment, have a seat.

[clearing throat]
Sir, it's possible

that Zeke was killed
because he was gay.

He was no queer.

My son was not a queer.

Your son was killed
outside of a homosexual bar,

in a predominantly
homosexual neighborhood.

Queers are sick,
perverted animals, all right?

Diseased, unnatural.

Look, I watched your son
die tonight, I watched him die.

So spare me this attitude
about his lifestyle.

My only concern
is finding out who killed him.

Who are you, huh?

Who are you
to come into my house

and say such things to me?

Who are you to come in here
in the middle of the night

and say these things
about my boy?

You guys come to me
in the middle of the night
like a couple of thieves...

- All right, all right.
- Get outta here!

- Get out! Get out!
- Come on, Tim.

I got a life!
I got a reputation!

If what you say is true,
it's better he's dead.

- Get out!
- [glass shatters]

[office din]

They look more alike
than the Doublemint Twins.

Maybe they're brothers.

Or maybe our witness
can't identify them

as well as we had first hoped.

In any case, Frank,
get 'em over to the photo shop.

Whoa, hey!
Got Lafeld's knapsack
back from Evidence Control.

Now, besides the address book,
we've got, uh, let's see,

a paperback novel,
we got Life Savers,

we have, uh, video.

We got keys, wallet,
and, uh-- and that.

- A locket?
- Yeah.

Maybe old Zeke
was a transvestite, huh?

Did you go into his apartment?

[Pembleton] We, uh, got
the landlord to let us in.

There were boxes everywhere,
like he had just moved in,

and there were no, uh,
dresses in his closet.

- [Russert] Frank.
- Hmm?

I want you to coordinate
this investigation

with Violent Crimes.

They deal a lot
with gay bashing.

I don't suppose
they have a computerized

skinhead directory, do they?

Indexed by homophobes,
racists, and such?

No, but they can take you around

to the handful of places
where creeps like that hang out.

Yeah, Violent Crimes
can take us around,

but I wouldn't bet on much
in the way of results.

There's only one minority
that skinheads

hate more than gays.

[scoffs] The police.

[people clamoring]

- [officer] Do it!
- [man] Get out of here.

Hey. Hey, hey.
Bring him here. Bring him here.

- Hey. Hey.
- [Jimmy] I don't know nothin'
about nothin'.

[Pembleton]
That doesn't surprise me.

- What's your name?
- Jimmy Kruger.

Jimmy, huh?

Frank, Frank, Frank,
Frank, Frank, Frank!

Come on, come on!
Come on. Mr. Kruger.

Mr. Kruger, now,
we know that two pals of yours
killed that gay man,

and we know you know
which of your friends that is.

- I ain't tellin' you squat.
- [Bayliss] You see,
you don't have to.

That's the thing, you see.

Because our bosses, see,
they don't care who's guilty.

They just want the case closed,

they just want to get
the paperwork tidy.

So, as a result,
what happens to us,

me and my partner,
that angry Black man
over there and I,

you see, we don't care
who's guilty either.

So, you know something?

We are gonna pick you.

- Me?
- Yeah. You.

What we're gonna do
is we're gonna twist the facts,

we're gonna taint the evidence
until you are guilty!

You think cops are capable
of anything, don't you?

Remember Waco, Mr. Kruger?

Well, we are gonna execute you,
and not gonna think about it

when we kiss
our loved ones good night.

- You can't do that.
- We can do
whatever we want to do.

- [Jimmy groaning]
- I'm gonna personally applaud

when they put you
in the gas chamber.

Bring him home.

- Wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait!
- What? What?

The guys you're looking for,
they're gone.

So they're gone,
but they're not forgotten.

Look, I tell you,
they're 1000 miles away by now.
What direction, I don't know.

Yeah, but you do know
their names, don't you, huh?

- Huh?
- Yeah.

Okay, now we can do business.

Okay, but look, you got--
you-- you gotta cuff me

and rough me up
a lot, for me to--

If those guys knew
I said anything--

- [Bayliss] It's no problem, man.
- [Jimmy] Oh, one more thing.

- What?
- Don't let that nigger touch me.

[Kruger grunting]

I will be spending
the entire holiday weekend

skiing in Vermont.

I will be shooshing down
the slopes to the [indistinct],

and then
I'll be getting sloshed.

Well, that's not
a very traditional way

to express one's thankfulness.

Thankfulness? For what?

You know
what this holiday celebrates?

It celebrates the birth
of European Expansionism,

and the death
of American Indian culture.

The pilgrims weren't martyrs,
they were thrown out of England

for telling people not to dance,
don't kiss in the street,

I mean, come on.

You guys should come
with me to Killington.

We'd all have a good time.

[Kellerman] What do you say?
You want to go?

Kellerman,
you're not trusting me.

Something juicier
will come along.

Hey, hey,
I used to make one of these

every year in grade school.

Speaking of youth,
where's Brodie?

I sent him to get me some food.

Mr. Video?
He's an errand boy now?

- Well, I just wanted to
expand his job--
- [Brodie] Delivery.

- There you are.
- [Brodie] Pizza pie.

[Naomi] Hey, Meldrick.
I got somebody here who
wants to talk to a detective.

- [Lewis] Okey-dokey.
- Um, Shelley Ziegler.

This is Detective Lewis.

My name is Meldrick,

and that goofy lookin' guy
over there,

that's Detective Mikey.

And what's your name?

- [Shelley] Well.
- [Meldrick] Oh, what'd I say?

[Kellerman] I'll get her.

Yeah, you got
a real cute kid there.

Oh. Oh, no.
She's not my daughter.

I teach second grade
over at Horace Mann Elementary.

- Have a seat.
- Catherine is one
of my students.

Catherine's mother was
murdered last year, smothered.

She's been asking
to play "murder"

with the other children
in the class.

She takes one of the floor
cushions we use for exercises,

and she squeezes it
against her own face.

Miss Zeigler, I found my name.

Is this is the same
last name as me, right?

Me, right?
This is the same last name
as me, right?

[Lewis]
Do you remember talkin' to me

the night that
your mommy was killed?

- [Catherine] No.
- No? Well, I was there.

But I was with another
detective, not this one.

He had a mustache.

[Catherine]
Fat like Santa Claus?

Fat like Santa Claus.

And I asked you
if you heard anything.
You remember?

- No.
- [Lewis] Mmm.

Of course not.
That was a long time ago.

But maybe now
you can remember stuff.

Stuff that you didn't remember
way back then.

Hmm?

Catherine, tell the detectives

about the man you see
when you sleep.

- His clothes look like a dragon.
- Whose clothes?

His shirt.
It's a big white monster.

So, he's wearing a white shirt?

He's not wearing it.
It's on the floor.

It's got letters on the pocket.

Well, they didn't find
no shirt in the room.

It's there, on the floor,
next to the bed.

And your mommy's in the bed?

Yeah?

Can you see the face
of the man in the white shirt?

No.

Lewis.

[office din]

Chilton is my case.
I should be leading
the interview.

Kid wanted to talk.
You weren't around.

- I'm in the building.
- [Lewis] How do I know that?

You find me, it would have
taken me seconds to get up here.

Little girl sees
her mother's name on the board,

she starts talking,
what am I supposed to do?

Say, "Hold it,
little girl, I gotta go
round somebody else up,

'cause she might get bent outta
shape 'cause she ain't here."

- You didn't want to find me.
- This kid's mother
was murdered last year.

She starts talking today,
I don't wait.

Yeah, you should've waited,
for me and for Juvenile.

Let me just tell you something
about Juvenile, okay?

When you're interviewing a kid,

you gotta have
a little diplomacy, okay?

It's a very delicate thing.

Any interview,
of any witness, on any case,

must include the primary,
which I am!

This case
was dropped in your lap.

It was Crosetti's to begin with.
You remember that?

There was
no interview of this girl

in Crosetti's files
when I got the case.

We talked to the girl,
but her mother was murdered,

she couldn't say anything.

It was Crosetti's decision
to pull the plug,

'cause the kid
was gonna go over the edge.

Yeah, well, there
should've been a note about that

in the files, then.

It was very sloppy
on Steve's part.

Oh, you want to
get cheap about this?

You want to take
a shot at Steve?

Let me just tell you something.

When he was around,
you were a mouse.

And now,
all of a sudden he's gone,
you're queen of the roost.

I wouldn't have any problem here
if you could follow procedure,

and if you did not try
and exclude me.

You exclude yourself
with your arrogant,

- condescending attitude.
- Oh, that's what this is about.

Your problem
with my clearance rate.

Clearance rate?

Oh, that's--
okay, that's what this is about?

This ain't about
this little girl.

This ain't about
this little girl's dead mother.

This whole thing is about you
and your damn clearance rate.

- All right, that's enough.
- No, this is about you!

Because Gee gave
the case to me, instead of you,

and about some misguided
loyalty to your dead partner.

- Don't you try [indistinct].
- I said that's enough!

[knocking on window]

[Kellerman] All right,
tell me what you said again.

[Catherine] On the shirt,
the letters on the shirt.

I remember "M" and a "T."

He's holding a pillow
over my mommy's face,

and he sees me looking at him.

"M" and "T"?

Well, she could
have it reversed.

The mother's fiancé's name

is Tom Marans.

All right, Lewis, get Kellerman,
gonna pick up this Marans guy,

- and bring him in
for a little talk.
- [Lewis] I'm on my way.

[door clicks open]

- [Howard scoffing]
- [door clicks close]

I can force him
to include you...

or the two of you
can work it out.

You can do it.

Pazze!

[Giardello speaking in Italian]

[whistling] Hey!

I better be kept informed

of every step
of this investigation.

Okay, okay, first,
I'mma get in [indistinct],

and then me and my partner
are gonna pull out.

Which way you want to go?
You want to go Ann Street,
you wanna go Broadway?

- I'm feeling whimsical,
Broadway.
- There you have it, Sergeant.

You bring in Tom Marans,
I better be there.

I aim to please.

You're in love with her,
aren't you?

Undying.

Oh, come on, you only fight
with the people you love.

Otherwise,
you wouldn't waste your energy.

You know, six months,
a year from now,
you guys are gonna elope.

[Lewis laughing]

That's Eric Jarrett.

How about this one here?

That's Karl Wolpe.

Okay, thank you very much,
Mr. Kruger, you can go now.

You know, it's a pity you're
going after Karl and Eric.

Why is that?

I mean,
all they did was kill a faggot.

Hey! Hey!

You promised
you wouldn't let him touch me!

[thumping]

It's funny how some murders
bother you, and some don't.

Give me their names.

Case has really gotten
under your skin, hasn't it?

Not this case.

All cases bother me
in equal measure.

Well, well, well, wait,
wait a minute, that's not true.

What about Adena Watson, huh?

She was murdered
three years ago.

Every time I think about her,
I still get angry.

So do you.

Tim, Adena Watson
was 11 years old.

That's what I'm talking about.
See, they're different.

Now, this Zeke Lafeld,
I want to close the case, but...

- You don't care.
- Maybe.

Yeah, maybe it's me.

Maybe the more I do this job,
the less I care.

And maybe it's because he's gay?

- Hmm?
- All right. Maybe that's it.

Are you joining
the Krugers of the world, Tim?

Frank, that's uncalled for.

What I mean is is--

you and Mary
are having a baby, right?

- Yes.
- What would you do if someday,

your son came home and, uh--
comes home and he says, uh,

"Hey, Dad,
this is my new boyfriend.

- This is Derek."
- Get him outta here.

I don't know, Tim,
you know, I hate to speculate

about my behavior
in some theoretical future.

I hope and I pray

that if a homicide detective
comes to my door,

unlike Zeke Lafeld's father,

I would not be relieved
my child is dead.

Listen, uh, I just talked
to Boudreau in Violent Crimes.

We could be waiting
a long time for these guys, Gee.

See, these
Aryan supremacy groups,

they are separate,
but they're collaborative,

so our two suspects
could be anywhere.

They could be underground,
they could be out of reach.

Gee, we put the names
of the kids on the NCIC.

Uh, where do you want us
to go from here?

Let the State's Attorney know
where we are on this.

- Mm-hmm.
- Update Zeke Lafeld's family.

And let's get started on
an early Thanksgiving weekend.

[Pembleton]
Okay. Happy Thanksgiving.

Happy Thanksgiving to you, brother.

Frank, Tim!

A couple of young fellas
in the lobby.

They want to talk to you
about the Lafeld murder.

We, uh...

just came from the funeral...

and Zeke's dad,
he said something.

Something that...

one of you said about Zeke,
and, uh...

it's not true.

What is that, Mr. Lambert?

That he's gay, was gay.

It's not true.

Now, listen,
I know that it's difficult

to hear things about friends--

No, no, no,
no, no, Detective, come on.

I roomed
with Zeke in college, all right?

He was a regular guy.

Drank too much beer sometimes...

smoked some dope,
had a few dates.

He wasn't a stud or anything,
but he did all right.

The whole time, we talked
about sex, about women.

He was straight.

The older we get, Mr. Lambert,

the more we realize
that few things are...

as they seem to be.

You don't believe us, huh?

Ultimately...

it doesn't matter.

It matters to us.

Hey, you know what?

If you guys
don't believe me about Zeke,

there's somebody else
you better talk to.

- Sandra Delaney.
- [Bayliss] Who's that, again?

Zeke's fiancée.

[Lewis] Really, Tom,
this is a big, big favor you're
doing us here, oh, thank you.

Yeah, sure, but you know,
how did those two other
detectives lose Erica's letters?

Oh, they're not lost,
they're just--

they're just misplaced.

You know,
buried under something,

at someplace
called Evidence Control.

I remember telling
this other detective,

that woman
with the long curly hair,

how Erica
had saved those letters.

Her old boyfriend
had been stalking her.

Yeah, but this is
over a year ago,

and this nightmare continues?

So those letters
are pretty key, huh?

Yeah, well, I only know Erica
thought they were worth keeping.

So you guys, uh, you never
located her old boyfriend?

- [Lewis] Nope.
- I heard he left the country.

- How'd you hear that?
- I forget where, but I heard it.

[Kellerman]
But you can't remember his name?

Nah, it was
in those letters, you know.

Erica wanted me to read 'em.

But I told her,
"No. The past is the past."

- Uh-huh?
- But she says,
"No, go ahead and read 'em.

They'll give you
a real clue as to how insane

this joker really is."

Right. In here.

[Lewis]
Officer Haskell, yoo-hoo.

- Oh, you need the room?
- What are you, busy?

- You want us to come back?
- No, no, no, no,
I'll get out of your way.

No, what, you want to be
alone with your machine?

- We understand.
- [Haskell] No, it's fine.

This is, uh, Tom Marans,
he's a local neighborhood guy,

- he's helping us out
with an old case.
- I'll go get Howard.

No, that's--
we don't need her for this.

We don't need her for this.
You want a coffee or something?

Nah, I'm all right, thanks.

What is this? Wait a second.

Where you going?
You don't need to leave yet.

Come on, we can have some--
have some fun with this machine.

We got a couple
of minutes here now.

- [vocalizing]
- [tapping on machine]

Okay, ask me, uh--
ask me something.

- Ask me about, um...
- Whether he likes his partner.

- Not that!
- What, you don't wanna say?

I like you, man.
What, you don't believe me?

Well, this machine'll figure
whether you're square business.

Ask him first.
He answers, I answer.

- [Kellerman] Are you crazy?
- That's the question.

Are you crazy?

You gotta be
to do this job, huh?

- [laughing] [indistinct]
- Yes or no?

- Yes, I am crazy.
- [machine whirring]

- [Lewis] You can't [indistinct].
- Oh, man, you're nuts.

- You can't even read this thing.
- Okay, Detective Kellerman.

[clears throat]
We're gonna catch you

in the mother of all lies.

All right, fine, okay.

- Ask me if I'm crazy.
- Are you crazy?

Sí, I am muy loco.

- [all laughing]
- [Lewis] Our survey says...

Okay, it's your turn.
Come on, give it a shot.

- Wait, wait--
- [Lewis] A volunteer
from our studio audience.

All right, you want to know
if I'm insane or not?

No, no, insane, that's too easy.

Ask him, um,
why he killed Erica Chilton.

- What?
- Ask him.

Why'd you kill Erica Chilton?

- Me?
- Erica's daughter, Catherine.

She remembers a white shirt.

She remembers a white shirt
with initials on it,

your initials, Tom.

Pretty soon...

she's gonna remember you.

No, it was Erica's old boyfriend
who killed her, remember?

No. It was you.

Do you guys really think
I could do something

like murder
the woman that I love, huh?

- [Lewis]
You want to talk to a lawyer?
- What do I need a lawyer for?

- So that's what you're saying,
you don't need a lawyer?
- No.

Maybe we should
bring in Catherine,
have her ask the questions.

I mean,
could you lie to her face,

lie to a seven-year-old girl,
I don't think so.

You killed
that little girl's mother
when she was right there.

The kid was in the house!

- I don't have to be here.
- Nah, you do.

This little girl has nightmares.

- But what about you?
- No.

You killed Erica,

but something kept you

from killing the little girl.

- Now, what was it?
- I would never hurt Catherine.

I helped raise that child
half her life.

She saw you.

She sees you put the pillow
on her mother's face.

You looked her dead in the eye.

- No.
- Something stops you, though.

[snapping fingers]
You just lost it.

But in spite of
how pissed off you were, Tom,

- you didn't hurt
that little girl.
- No.

You've got enough good in you
not to hurt the little girl.

- No.
- Because whatever
was goin' on...

- No, you guys got it wrong.
- ...between you and her

- had nothing to do
with that little girl.
- No. No.

I didn't kill Erica! All right?

How's he doin'?

His microtremors are dancing
like the San Andreas.

This piece of paper...

says you lie.

This says you killed Erica.

[tense music playing]

I wasn't as good a lover
as Erica's old boyfriend was.

I found her letters from him...

about the sex.

We never had sex like that.

And when me and Erica...

would...

I would always think
that she's closing her eyes

to think about him.

And I just couldn't
take it anymore.

She could have
thrown those letters away,

but she just keeps them around.

You know,
I told her to throw them out,

but she just takes them
and she hides them
in a different place.

What?

I wasn't gonna find them?

Yeah.

I killed her.

But I am a good person, right?

I mean,
I didn't hurt Catherine, right?

[indistinct].

She's just standing there
looking at me.

And I-- all I could say was...

"Go back to sleep, Catherine.

It's only a bad dream, honey."

[office din]

I was going to have
Zeke over for dinner tomorrow.

Instead, we're gonna bury him.

Imagine, burying someone
on Thanksgiving Day.

It's like his father
couldn't wait

to get him into the ground,
like toxic waste.

You and Zeke were engaged?

We were engaged,

we were unengaged,
we were engaged.

Stopped keeping track.

There were problems
in the relationship?

Oh, yeah.

Would you mind, I mean,
if it isn't too painful,

telling us about those?

I met Zeke
junior year of high school.

He just transferred
over from Polytech.

Cheated on me
with Heidi Edelman,

so we broke up.

We got back together.

He cheated on me
with Sarah Eadie.

We broke up,
we got back together.

All through college, same dance.

All these years, same dance.

He-- he couldn't keep
his zipper up.

Miss Delaney, uh,
he still could have had

some kind of a secret life.

- [Sandra] I'd know.
- Not necessarily.

I'd know.

- Either of you married?
- I am.

Ask your wife.
A woman can tell.

You sit in a restaurant
with a man.

You watch him
watching breasts go by,

the eyes, focus goes off you
for just a second.

If he's looking at a fella,
it's the same thing.

- How's the pie?
- It's very good.

This is Zeke Lafeld's
address book.

Now, tomorrow
I say that we make a visit

to anyone he knew
who lived near Park and Read.

Tim, tomorrow is Thanksgiving.

- Yeah, and?
- Well, don't you have
yams to candy, or, uh--

Never mind, never mind, Frank.
I'll handle this myself.

Let me remind you,
I'm the primary on this case.

Right, officially. Officially.

Technically, I picked up
the phone, so it's my case.

Look, all I'm saying is we know

that two skinheads
killed Zeke Lafeld, right?

There's no doubt
about that, right?

Right, right, it's just
that these friends of his

all think that he's not gay.

What does it matter
if he's gay, or not?

I don't know, Frank!

His buddy says that it matters.

Whoever knew confessing
to murder was so much paperwork.

This gentleman will escort you

to a holding cell
'til your lawyer arrives.

Couldn't have done it
without you, Officer.

The VSA
may not hold up in court.

Admissibility
hasn't even been tested yet.

Yeah, well, I'm glad we got
the confession out of him.

I can take that.

- You got plans for turkey day?
- Yes.

What are you gonna do,
spend the day with your husband?

[clears throat]
I don't have a husband.

That's funny,
I don't have a husband either.

But I do have reservations
for Hampton's for dinner.

Tomorrow. Wanna join me?

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

It'll be fun.
It'll be expensive.

I'm supposed to go
to my cousin's house.

She has 12 kids,
12 very loud kids.

Well, then, maybe you'd just
better tell her that, um...

somethin' juicier came along.

I'll make a call.

May I please have my VSA now?

- Thank you.
- Tomorrow?

Meldrick, what did I say, huh?

Did I say you bring in Marans,
I want to be there?

I beat the confession
out of him.

- Marans did it?
- [Lewis] Yup.

I interviewed him last year.
He had an alibi, he was at work.

Yeah, well, he got
his secretary to cover for him.

Sloppy police work, Sarge.

Why don't you just say it.

You got a problem
with me being your boss.

Erica Chilton's name
is down off The Board.

Your clearance rate
is back up to 100%.

Instead of sucking
all the air out of the room,

you oughta
just be thanking me, Kay.

[Kellerman] Hey, Sarge?

It's you, Kellerman?
What you up to, huh?

What's that you got?

- Are you smoking?
- Nah.

So, you got big plans
for Thanksgiving?

Oh, yeah,
I'm going out to Rocky Point,

gonna spend the day with my dad
and my brother, and...

then we'll give my sister,
Carrie, a call.

- She's in Florence.
- Italy?

Uh-huh. How about you?

I don't have any plans yet,
but Meldrick says be patient,
something'll happen.

You're welcome to come out
to the shore with me.

There's always
enough food for 50.

Nah, I don't think so, no.
But thanks.

It's just, you know,
when I was a kid growing up...

Thanksgiving was
a big day in my house.

You know, my parents,
my brothers, sisters,

aunts, uncles, cousins,
my grandparents.

It was a whole day
of fooling around.

Football, watching the parade,
my grandma's stuffing.

Now, you know,
my-- my parents are old, and...

people are married
with kids of their own.

You know, some have moved away,
some have died.

Thanksgiving
isn't the same anymore.

So I could go to your house,

and try to feel
like I'm a part of your family,

but it'd just be a fraud.

[Lewis] Hey, Kellerman...

can you come here
for a minute, man?

Hey, listen,
would it be okay with you

if Debbie was spontaneous
with us tomorrow, too?

- Debbie? No, she's great.
- Oh, cool.

You know, I asked
if she got a friend for you.

- So far, nobody, but--
- Meldrick.

Hey, hey, you know anyone
who works at Hamptons?

- I gotta get reservations.
- Meldrick.

Why don't you and Debbie
have dinner together tomorrow?

What? No.

Yeah, I think I may go
to Rocky Point with Kay.

- What? No.
- Yeah, she invited me.

- Really? You and her?
- Yeah.

- You want to spend
Thanksgiving with her?
- [Kellerman] Uh-huh.

- Hey, listen, have a great time.
- Okay, you too, man.

All right, man.
Happy Thanksgiving.

- Happy Thanksgiving.
- I'll see you Monday.

- [Kellerman] All right.
- [Lewis] Later, Kay.

[Howard] Good night.

You and Meldrick
don't like each other.

I thought we did, I thought
we understood each other.

When Gee gave me
Crosetti's case, it...

Well, maybe I thought
it was gonna end my streak,

but the more I got
into the case, the more I...

got to know
who Erica Chilton was.

The more I wanted
to close the case for her.

Or for myself.

Saw a lot of me in Erica's life.

The me I could have been.

Tom Marans
loved Erica Chilton...

but he was afraid of losing her.

So, he kills her to keep her.

He loses her anyway.

And right now,
he's sitting in a cell

with only one thing
in the world to be thankful for.

That he didn't kill
the little girl.

I'm leaving around
6:30 in the morning.

And if you change your mind,
and want to come with me,

- let me know.
- Thanks a lot.

[crowd cheering on TV]

[drums beating on TV]

Hi, can I help you?

Uh, Detective Pembleton
and Detective Bayliss.

Baltimore City Homicide.

We're here about
the death of Zeke Lafeld.

Oh, yes.

Sorry to, uh, disturb you
on Thanksgiving Day.

We were just
sitting down to eat.

Well, ma'am,
we can talk out here.

No, no. Come in, please.

[indistinct chatter]

[woman] Can we talk back here?

[Pembleton] You were friends
with Zeke Lafeld?

We lived next door
to each other over on Lake.

My son, Doug, played football
with Zeke at Towson High.

His mother was my best friend,
I watched him grow up.

Does, uh--
does-- does-- Zeke's--

Does Zeke's family know
that you're a lesbian?

What does that have to do
with your investigation?

Uh-- We've, uh--

Well, it's just important for us

to get a full sense
of the victim's background.

Bailey Lafeld cut me dead
when I finally came out.

But Zeke, he didn't have
those kind of prejudices.

He didn't, by any chance,

visit you on Tuesday night,
did he?

Yes, he came to the store to--

I sell antique clothing
and jewelry.

He wanted to buy
a gift for his girlfriend.

He finally settled on a locket,

a beautiful locket.

He was such a fine boy.

[marching band playing]

[Bayliss] Mr. Lafeld?

Oh, for God's sake.

- I'm sorry to disturb you.
- I just came from the funeral.

Yeah, I just thought
that you would want to know

that we know
who killed your son.

We don't have him
in custody yet.

Uh-huh.

You know, earlier...

my partner and I, we misspoke.

Your son was not gay.

[Bailey sniffling]

[Bailey sobbing]

Thank God.

I knew it, though.
I knew it, I knew.

I knew that he wasn't...

The two young men who killed him
thought that he was gay.

That's all,
they just made a mistake?

Uh, yeah, yeah.
They made a mistake.

Hey!

I just wanted
the best for Zeke, that's all.

You know, a father...

just wants the best for his son.

Yes, sir.

[Pembleton] How'd he take it?

Like a man.

"A father only wants
what's best for his son."

That's what he said.

Meaning he's glad
Zeke wasn't queer?

I guess.

Oh, so now it's okay for him

to feel sad his son is dead.

Look, the guy is--

you know, he's just
walking down the street,

you know, two other guys
assume that he's gay,

and they beat
and stab him to death.

That makes no sense to me.

Well, Tim, if--
if you, Tim Bayliss,

were walking along
Park and Read,

not dressed like a cop,
as you are,

but in, say, that black leather
jacket you sometimes fancy?

You got a new haircut,
kinda butch?

I'm driving along,
I might assume the same thing.

- Me?
- Yeah, yeah.
And that pisses me off.

'Cause here I am,
I've lived my entire life

with strangers making
assumptions about who I am,

and I broke the first rule
of being a detective.

I assumed Zeke Lafeld
was homosexual. Me.

Well,
it's what people do, Frank.

- It's human nature.
- Yes.

It is human nature
to kill someone

simply because their sexual
orientation is different.

- People get afraid, threatened.
- People?

That's you and me, Tim.
Grown-ups.

Why is it that children
don't care about such things?

- Huh?
- As adults, we get socialized.

We learn to behave.

No, no, no. We learn to hate.

My back's starting to go again.

Hetero, homo,
what does it matter?

- He's dead.
- [Bayliss grunts]

That is the worst part.

Is it shouldn't matter...

but it does.

[mellow music playing]

[song lyrics playing]

Oh, I thought
your shift had the day off.

Yeah, I'm just, um, finishing up
some last-minute paperwork.

Well, don't stay too long.

You don't wanna miss
the festivities.

Happy Turkey Day.

You, too. Have a good one.

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