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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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