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[man] I was the one who was

always afraid of the dark, remember?

You slept like a dead man.

[thunder clapping]

Thunder and lightning?

You wouldn't make a peep.

I was the one waking
up night after night

with a bloody mouth
from biting my lips.

You remember?

I really appreciate
you helping us out.

I mean, I just got so tired
of punching the clock, you know.

"Hold the pickle,
hold the lettuce."

I mean,
how many times can you hear that

before you start howling
at the moon?

And like the corporate
giants of petroleum

are gonna miss $153.

[laughs]

Take a pill, get real.

You know, I'd have someone
take a look at that cut.

It's a doozy.

[thunder rumbling]

[engine revving]

[laughs]
I'm a little bit country.

Yeah.
I'm a little bit rock 'n roll.

[theme music]

[Bayliss] Mi espalda
me duele mucho.

What?

It means, "my back hurts"
in Spanish.

- Really?
- [Bayliss] Yeah.

- Want to try another one?
- No, I don't.

¿Cómo se fue su fin
de semana, Francisco?

What?
It's my book!

- Give me the damn---
- Frank! It's my... book!

[Pembleton] Why are you
learning Spanish?

[Bayliss] Because Spanish is
a very interesting language.

And we share
the Western Hemisphere

with a billion
Spanish-speaking people.

And it's a jag-load
easier than learning French.

Yeah. But you live
in Baltimore.

There must be what?
Eight Spanish-speaking
people here?

Part of language retention
and acquisition is practice.

Who you gonna
practice with, huh?

I'll tell you.
My chiropractor.
She's from Chihuahua.

They named a town
in Mexico after a rat-dog?

No, Frank. They named
the rat-dog after the town.

Why is every question
that is put to you have to end
up like a discussion

on "Meet The Press"?
Just answer the damn question!

¿Cómo se fue su fin de semana?

- How was your weekend, Frank?
- Hmm?

It el sucko-ed
the biggo wiener-o.

There, I'm bilingual.

Man, you are the ugly American.

Don't get personal,
Mary's having a biblical bout
of morning sickness.

But she's on of these people
who refuses to vomit,

even though she knows it's
gonna make her feel better.

So, all she did this weekend
was lie around and moan,

eat saltines and yell
at me for telling her,

-"Just throw up!"
- Right. Right.

- [pager beeping]
- Hold on.

Business or pleasure?

One doesn't carry
a beeper for pleasure.

Oh? Hookers do.

Prostitution is a business,
not pleasure.

Yeah. I still don't get that.

[honking horn]

Hey!

- !
- Qué!

Hey, could-- could you--

Hey, pull over!
I gotta make a call!

[car engine rumbling]

[man] So you'd go crying
into Mama's room.

Remember how
she never comforted you.

She'd just call you "sissy boy"

and tell you to get back to bed.

You'd have been a hopeless bag
of crap without me.

But hey, you don't
have to be afraid of things

that go bump in the night
if you become the thing

that lurks in the darkness.

[laughs]

Mom found that out
the hard way, huh?

Huh?
[laughs] Am I right?

[seagulls squawking]

Megan, good morning.

Good morning, Al.

Nice to be home again, huh?

Yeah, it's nice to be home,

except all the mice
in the basement

have now moved upstairs.

So, now I'm taking bids
on exterminators.

It's kind of like police work,
but different.

I need you to tell
me something.

Oh... Al, look--

Look, if it's about broken-down
Cavaliers, or overtime,

or more detectives,
I swear I'm on it.

Which tie?

What?

Usually, I can bluff
my way through my wardrobe,

but today
I'm at a loss.

I'm meeting my daughter,
Charisse for lunch

and I need some advice.

Oh, let's see.
Okay, this one's--

this one's very fatherly
and wise,

and this one is...

is frayed and has a stain on it.

I know, I got some oil on it
the last time I made dinner
for Charisse.

Oh. Oh, yeah? When was that?

June. '92.

Wait a minute,
you haven't made dinner
for Charisse in three years?

Well, she lives
in Richmond.

Usually when she visits,
we go out.

But I'm taking her
to the Polo Grill.

[Russert] Oh!

[Giardello] I haven't seen her
in months. I can't wait.

[Russert] Yeah.
Well then, you know what?

Go with the stain.
If for nothing else,

then for purely
sentimental reasons.

Hey, man!

Mikey, Mikey, Mikey.

I get one thing wrong
on my entry form,

I could blow my chance
of winning.

A coffee stain's
gonna cost you...

$10 million?

I can't take any chances.

Well, your RSVP to Ed McMahon
is gonna have to wait.

I got us signed up
for range time this afternoon.

It's firearms re-qualification
time already?

Yeah, everyone's gotta
get checked out.

- Today's the last day.
- Okay.

- Where's my release form?
- [Kellerman] What release form?

In case I win.

Ed McMahon pulls up
in my driveway,

I gotta give permission to put
my incredibly handsome face

on billboards and big screens
across the country.

Meldrick,
you're not gonna win.

Okay?
All you're doing is licking
Marilyn Monroe's butt

in the form
of a commemorative stamp.

I'm in the finals, babe.

Prisoners in China
are in the final draw.

All right?
Anyone breathing gets one
of these mail ins.

I can't take any chances.

Gi, it's humiliating
to have the general public see

two veteran homicide detectives
towed from crime scene
to crime scene.

You both know Special
Agent Van Brandt of the FBI.

Miami Steve.

At least give us
some bus tokens.

I'm on it, Frank.

You two should come
work for Big Brother.

We have newer cars,
better health insurance.

We can chase bad guys
past the state line.

Which is the reason why
Van Brandt is here.

It seems we have a thrill
killer heading north up I-95.

Can one of you get the shade?

21 hours ago, at 1:00pm,

the killer walked
into a convenience store

in Jacksonville, Florida,

pulled a 12-gauge side-by-side

and blew the heart out
of the cashier.

About six hours later,

two truckers had their heads
blown off at a truck plaza

in Savannah, Georgia.

Then he must have taken
a nap or something

cause about eight hours
after that at 3:00am,

a 22-year-old Black woman
at a gas station

in St George, South Carolina.

And then, another gas-station
attendant in Fayetteville,
North Carolina

at about 7 this morning.

Man, what's the hurry?

At his current pace,
and if he stays
on the interstate,

he should be in
your area code by dinnertime.

You know, only a long-term
speed freak

could drive and kill
at this schedule.

You got a psych profile?

You know, Behavioral Science
at Quantico believes

we're looking for a white male,
late 20s, early 30s,

at best a high-school dropout,
abused as a child.

Started killing his pets
and then worked his way up
the food chain.

- Bed-wetter.
- Probably.

How'd you know that?

Well, I've been re-reading
the "Homicide Investigation
Handbook."

And a "thrill killer"
is usually impulsive,

has a loss of control
over himself.

I'd like to see some copies
of the crime-scene reports.

Why? You Think you'll see
something we missed?

Well, I'm counting on it.
Thanks a lot.

- Thank you, guys.
- Okay.

[guns blasting]

Yay-oh!

You know, if you're William
Tell, you'd be in jail
for shooting your kid.

Shot a hell of a lot
better than you did.

I've been in Arson
for four years.

You know,
in Arson you need guile

and brains and guts
to defend yourself.

[Bayliss] Hoo-ha!

You know, people with Tourette's
should never handle firearms.

- I hit him.
- Yeah, I know, in the shoulder.

You hit the shooter
in the shoulder.

You hit a shooter
in the shoulder,

he just gonna get
more pissed off,

especially if he's fully
automatic like we aren't.

[guns blasting]

This is the one part
of the job I hate.

What?
You hate guns and you're a cop?

I'm my brother's keeper.
That's why I'm a cop.

All right.
Yeah. Well, that's--

thats's very noble.
Very, very noble.

[gunshots]

Wow!

Death is so weird.

It's like... you just...

squeeze a trigger...

and kill a person,
with so little effort.

[man] What's that like
to be so empty of compassion.

To take a life in your hands
and just pop...

- pop...
- [gunshot]

Pop!

[man] No fear of hell,
no fear of lethal injection.

No fear at all.

If we catch up to this guy,
you go in first, okay?

[man] I'm telling you, man,
it's the weirdest rush
of your life.

Putting your lips
over the mouth of a dying man

and sucking
in their last breath.

[eerie music]

After that, I usually
feel like having a beer.

[whistling]

Thanks very much, Richard.

[Pembleton] Lieutenant Weston?

I'm Detective Pembleton.
This is Detective Bayliss.

We're from Baltimore
City Homicide.

You probably passed
the bastard on the way down.

Yeah. Yeah. We're hoping
he's gonna keep on going.

[Bayliss] In case he doesn't,
we thought a fresh crime
would do.

[Weston] Doesn't get
any fresher than this.

Victim tar-tar.

[Bayliss] Yeah.

Why is it that travelers
never flush? Hmm?

I mean Frank,
would you go to the bathroom

in a disgusting place like this?

When you gotta go, you gotta go.

My mother always went
into public bathrooms with me.

You know,
washed the seat off for me,

made me put down paper.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

You should see it when
she comes to my apartment,

she spends an hour
disinfecting everything.

Everything!
She's Howard Hughes about germs.

- Triple-O?
- [Bayliss] Mmm.

Uh, you haven't dusted
anything yet, have you?

Uh, no, detective.
Not yet.

Since this is a public restroom
on an interstate,

I'm sure we'll find
several hundred prints.

Unless, of course, your mother
came in and cleaned up
after the killer.

Would you mind if we spoke
to the guy who found the body?

- [Weston] Sure.
- Good.

We were just, you know,
stopping for a sandwich

and had to go
to the toilet.

We're coming home
from a visit to Gettysburg.

Now, did you buy the sandwich
before you walked over
to the restroom?

Yes.

Did you see anyone
walk in or walk out?

[witness] No.

And there was no one else
in there when you walked in?

Just the dead guy.

Okay.

Is your son doing okay?

Oh, yeah, he's--
he's really shook up.

All he wants to go back
and stare at the body some more.

What is it with kids
and dead things?

Too young to be afraid, I guess.

Do you remember seeing
a white male, late 20s,

perhaps wearing a baseball cap,
pull into the rest area
around 1:00?

No, sir.

- You're sure?
- Yeah.

I empty the vending machine
every day at 1:00.

It was just me here.

- Anything?
- No.

- You here this afternoon?
- Yes, sir.

Anything unusual you remember?

I already asked him that.

Just a guy that bought
the last bags of bubble gum

- from the machine.
- [Weston] When?

About 1:15.

Well, you told me you
didn't see anyone.

I said I didn't see
no one around 1:00.

1:15 is different.

Oh.

Sorry, I didn't mean
to be so subtle.

What did this guy look like?

Do you think
some people work harder
at being stupid than others?

Hmm. I'm gonna go out
on a limb and say yes.

"1:15's different.
It's different."

The killer is chalking up
a new victim
in every state, right?

- [Pembleton] Right.
- So, he gases up,

he pulls into the rest area.

Gomer the janitor,
told you he remembered

- an old two-tone Ford pickup.
- [Pembleton] Right.

- That was parked in the lot.
- [Pembleton] Mm-hmm.

How long does a... tank
of gas last in the average car?

Well, you figure the average
tank is fifteen gallons.

Getting 20 miles per gallon,
that's 300 miles,

divided by an average of 55
miles an hour is--

- [Bayliss] Probably five
and a half hours.
- Right.

So, that would be
a-- a big-block V-8.

And your point?

[Bayliss] Well, look.

He killed the first
in Florida, right?

- [Pembleton] Uh huh.
- [Bayliss] Then here in Georgia,

then South Carolina,
and then, uh, North Carolina.

And every time
it's at a gas station
or at a truck stop.

So, you think he's stopping
to kill every time he fills up?

Well, no one said that
every killer has to be a poet.

[man] Look at all the nice
people out driving today

on the nation's highways.

[laughing] If they only knew.

[bell ringing]

If they only knew.

Uh-oh. Look at that.

We need to stop for more gas.

Where next?

Who's next?

[train horn blaring]

[phones ringing]

Judy? Did Charisse call yet?

No, Lieutenant.

What did you two learn
on your field trip today?

Well, not much, Gi.

It's you know, the same method,

but there's
no physical evidence,

there's no witnesses,
so we just gotta wait.

That won't do!

We have no choice.

So, your plan is to huddle
in the one place we know
the killer isn't?

How inspired.

Hi. You got gas money?

Yeah.

Thanks for the ride.

Don't thank me yet.

Who's that back there?

Oh. That's just my brother.

Here, you want a piece of gum?

How was lunch with Charisse?

She never showed up.

She call?

She's just coming down
from Richmond.

I don't know why she's so late.

She's fine, Gi.

I know.

I know. I'm just gonna
go call her apartment again.

Al?

All right, what's up?

Okay, about 10 minutes ago,
a Maryland state trooper
heading south on 95

saw an old two-tone
Ford pickup truck

stop for a hitchhiker
on the northbound side.

That matches the description
of the vehicle

we believe our suspect
to be driving.

The trooper tried
to pull a U-ey,

but it was rush hour
so he lost sight of the vehicle.

So, what we need you to do
is to okay a roadblock.

- Where?
- I-95, second and third lanes.

Ah!

Ah, you two don't have
enough to convince me

to authorize shutting down
two lanes of a North Bound 95.

He may still be in the area.

[Russert]
But you don't know that!

Unfortunately, the only way
to confirm his presence

is to find another body.

That's exactly what we're
hoping to avoid.

I don't know.

Listen, Captain, it'd
just be for a couple hours.

Two.

Okay. All right,
I'll call Public Works

and see if I can get them
to jack-knife an old truck
or something.

I mean,
if we're gonna fool him, let's
not be pansies about it, huh?

Yeah.

[knocking on the door]

Bayliss, you got a call.
It's Van Brandt.

[Bayliss]
Hello. Bayliss, Homicide.

[Van Brandt] Yeah, Tim.
It's Van Brandt.

I'm at Exit 23 off the downtown
interchange at I-95.

I'm standing over another body.

A Black female shot
in the chest and face.

Same MO, same weapon.

[Bayliss] Got it, Steve.
We're on our way.

Guess who's here?

[clocking ticking]

[brakes screeching]

[doorbell ringing]

Oh!

Hi, Daddy. Sorry I'm late.

Ooh! My car broke down.

Why didn't you call?

[Charisse] I'm sorry,
but I was trying to get here.

It's so good to see you!

[laughing]

It's so good to be home.

Oh.

Wow.

[somber grunge music playing]

A call would have been nice.

Yeah. I'm sorry about that,

but I just dropped 100 bucks
on new belts and an hour
into the drive

the engine overheats.

So, I had to leave the car
at a service station
in Alexandria.

I was sure I'd make
it for dinnertime.

We were supposed to have lunch.

Really?

[Giardello] Really.

Oh, Dad, I'm sorry.

Did you hear your sister
made the Dean's list
at Rutgers again?

Theresa?

Little Miss
Blow-Homework-Off-To-Go-See

Snoop-Doggy-Dogg-Giardello?

She sent home copies of it.

Three A's and a B.

[sighs]

She makes Al Junior
and I look like

you blew your money
on our tuition!

[both laughing]

Dad, I have some news.

I'm leaving Richmond.

To where? You coming home?

No. I'm moving
to San Francisco,

with my fiancé.

You're getting married?

- [phone rings]
- Yes.

His name is Rob.

You're marrying Rob?

Yeah. We're doing it out west.

- I hope you can make it.
- I--

You want me to get it?

No. Oh.

I didn't know you broke up
with the other guy.
What was his name?

Henry or whatever his name was.

And the little pig said,
"Not by the hair
of my chinny-chin-chin."

- [car honks horn]
- Hey, some son of a bitch

left his car in the middle
of the road!

What kind of car is it?

Oh, it's a piece of crap,
blue and white pickup.

You guys oughta get someone--

[tense music]

[Pembleton] He's gone!
He's gone! He's gone!

Come on! Suspect on foot!
Let's go! Let's go!
Let's go!

Check all these vehicles!
Spread out immediately!

Spread out.
Check the vehicles,
check the meridian!

Come on! Let's go!

Okay, everybody!

Listen up.

Here we go.

The plates on the truck were
taken from the car
of the first victim.

The VIN number on the truck
matches one registered

to a Mabel Dell
of Titusville, Florida.

Munch, track it down.
Find out if the truck
was stolen,

if she lent
it to somebody.

The shotgun, however, was
not recovered from the truck,

so our bad boy is still
armed and dangerous.

Agent Van Brandt, FBI.

All right.
We're looking for a white male,
early 30s.

5 foot 10 to 6 foot.
He's right-handed.

He's wearing a cat's paw-soled
army surplus boot.

And video enhancement showed
that he had a ring

on the index finger
of his left hand.

We're cross-matching prints.

We hope to have a face to match
the resume by tomorrow morning.

Given his schedule
this guy is keeping,

it implies the use of narcotics.

Methamphetamines, cocaine,
maybe the whole damn medicine
cabinet.

He won't have much cash on him,
so any bump-and-run mugging,

any penny-ante burglary,
we have to check
out and follow through.

He's on the run,
a long way from home

and has demonstrated an absolute
lack of a need
for a reason to kill.

If you come across him,
call back-up and exercise
extreme caution!

That's all.

[upbeat country music]

The police just released
this sketch of a suspect...

Check this out.

[reporter] Watch
for his dog tags and army boots.

If you see this man,
dial 9-1-1 immediately.

He is considered armed
and may be headed to Baltimore,

after killing several
people along I-95

at gas stations
and rest stops.

Again, dial 9-1-1
if you see this man.

I'm Dawn Daniels
reporting live.
Back to you in the studio.

[Munch] Mabel Dell
of Titusville, Florida
has disappeared.

She was last seen by the local
police at they responded

to a domestic
disturbance at her house.

[Pembleton] The cause?

Her son was beating her
but never arrested.

What's this son's name?

[Munch] She had two boys,
but the wacky little spud

who ignored
the fifth commandment
was named Newton Dell.

It's the fourth commandment,
John.

[Munch] Maybe in your church.

Anyway,
she must have smoked a lot

while pregnant with Newton.

By puberty, he had
arrests for petty theft,

then two counts
of cruelty to animals

for mutilating
neighbourhood strays.

Mr. "Even Keel" disappeared
the same time Mabel did.

- Page two.
- What?

[Munch] Nothing.
It's a Paul Harvey thing
I've always wanted to do.

- Out.
- [Pembleton] Out.

Well, as they say, if it's not
one thing, it's your mother.

[Kellerman] Pembleton?
You out there?

Pembleton.

[Kellerman]
Frank, this is Kellerman.
Get on your horse.

He just walked out of a bar
at Retreat and Francis.

Over.

Hey, hey, hey.

Dell was in here all morning.

What do you mean?
You interviewed
the owner an hour ago.

He was sitting at the end
of the bar the whole time.

Now, relax, Frank.

We didn't get the fax
20 minutes ago.

Okay? We didn't know
what he looked like.

- Where's the owner?
- Questioned him already.

- As well as the first time?
- Hey, Frank!

Take a deep breath and spank
yourself, okay?

We already re-interviewed him.
Dell went out the back.

And we ordered a sweep
for the area, okay?

He left this.

Looks like a clean thumb print
right there.

- Mike, Meldrick--
- No, no, no!

Don't even bother to say sorry.

I wasn't even about
to apologize.

I was gonna say
I'm gonna interview
the owner my damn self.

He had no friends growing up.

- Munch!
- [Munch] Yes.

[Giardello] Munch.

Get another body and meet Frank
and Tim at Retreat and Francis.

- Dell's been spotted downtown.
- All Right, Gi.

And Munch, make sure everybody's
wearing a vest. You hear me?

Yes, sir.

[Charisse] Hi.

Thanks for the charge card,

but I couldn't find
anything I wanted.

Sweetheart, I'm sorry
I couldn't be with you

but we're right in the middle
of a Redball.

There's always a Redball
going on around you.

I spoke to Rob this morning
and he wants to get a jump
on packing,

so I was gonna leave tonight.

I'd like it if you could
spend one more day.

I can't.

Sweetheart, you can't imagine
what it is to sit here and learn

about everything after the fact.

Daddy, let's be honest.

We've never had the kind
of relationship

where we include each other
in every decision.

- That's not the point.
- It's exactly the point!

If you don't have a say,
you turn into a bully.

[door closing]

Charisse...

just because a child
leaves home,

gets married,
has their own family,

doesn't mean that you stop...

being a parent or stop caring.

Now, grant me
that respect, okay?

You're not respecting me.

You're not giving me reason to.

I don't have time to keep
walking you through

the reasons why I live
my life the way I do.

Charisse, wait a
minute now. Just-- just-- no.

Just let me go.

Cash or charge, ma'am?

Charge, please.

I'm sorry, Ma'am.
Your card wasn't accepted.

That's ridiculous.

I have the credit company
on the phone, Ma'am.

Why don't you come inside
and talk to them?

I will not.

Ma'am, Ma'am,
they said you had to.

For crying out loud!

Argh! What in the hell
are you doing?

Ma'am, your credit card's fine.

There's a man lying
on the floor of the back
seat of your car.

9-1-1 Emergency Centre,
operator 831.

Do you need Police,
Fire or Ambulance?

Police.

[dispatcher]
What do you wanna report?

Yeah, that guy
you've been looking for,

that guy who's been killing
people on the interstate.

Yeah, he's here.

He's in the back
of a lady's Lincoln.

Can you give me a description?

He had dark pants, dark jacket,

he's wearing a ball
cap, I think.

Look, I know it's him.

Can you get some cops over here?

Stay on the line, please.

[Giardello] This is Giardello.

Lieutenant,
this is the Emergency Operator.

A suspect matching
the description of an APB

issued by your unit
for a Newton Dell
has been reported.

At present the suspect
is at Hunter's Gas Station

at 809 North Point Road.

Pembleton, Bayliss,

I think we've got Newton Dell!

[tense music]

Sir, ma'am,
come with me!

Get down, stay calm!

[Pembleton, over megaphone]
Newton Dell.

We are
the Baltimore City Police!

You are surrounded!

[Dell] What for?
I'm not trying to get away!

Step out of the car,
get down on your knees,

lay face down on the ground,

hands behind your head.

[Dell] You're not
gonna shoot me, right?

Get out of the car!

Don't move.
Get down on the ground.

Well, if I get on the ground,
I'm gonna have to move.

On the ground!

Hands behind your head!

You're under arrest
for suspicion of murder.

Why are you so nervous, Officer?

You're the one with the gun.

[Bayliss] You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say and do can
and will be used against you
in a court of law.

Watch your head.

- [Pembleton] You riding?
- [Bayliss] Yeah.

You have the right
to an attorney.

[man] Dawn, you're on.

Moments ago, Newton Dell,
a suspect in a string
of cross-country murders

was brought to Baltimore
City police headquarters
for processing.

Dell, originally
from Titusville, Florida,

is being questioned
by detectives
of the homicide unit.

Newton Dell.

Mind if I call you, Newt?

[Dell] God, yes.

You don't like that name?

Would you?

[Pembleton] Why did you leave
your truck on the interstate?

- It's not my truck.
- Oh. That's right.

It's your mother's.

She know you are in trouble?
Did you call her?

- [Dell] No.
- Why not?

[Dell] We're not exactly
on speaking terms.

- Is that why you beat her up?
- Essentially, yeah.

So, tell me, Newt,
why did you run away?

Are you...

guilty of something?

This chair's uncomfortable.

[Bayliss] Whether
it's your truck or not,

you left gum wrappers,
some clothes,
a overdue library book.

And oh yeah,
some spent shotgun shells

all covered with your prints
in that truck.

- Now, you remember your rights
being read to you?
- Yes, sir I do.

- Do you remember what you
were charged with?
- Yes, sir.

You're very polite.

I try to remember my manners.

Did you kill Wendy Simpkins?

I never heard of her.

You picked her up hitchhiking.

- Oh, that was her name.
- Then, you admit you knew her?

Briefly. Yeah.

- Do you remember
what you did to her?
- I offered her some gum.

Wendy Simpkins
was 23-years-old.

I was 23 once.

Yes, but by that time,
you'd been arrested
a dozen times for petty theft

and, oh, cruelty to animals.

Now, how can you
be cruel to an animal?

It's just an animal.
It's not a person.

I think when you bash
your neighbour's cat

with a roller skate
and stuff it in a mailbox,

I think that that qualifies.

I guess you're right.
I mean, when
you put it that way.

There are some Detectives
from Jacksonville,

Savannah, Alexandria
and a few other places

- waiting outside
to talk to you.
- About what?

About what you've been up
to these last few days.

[Dell] I haven't done anything.

- Where's the shotgun, Newton?
- [Dell] I don't own a shotgun.

You know something?
He didn't ask you
if you owned one.

What he asked you was
where the one is
that you've been using.

I don't have a gun.
I hate guns. They're loud.

[Bayliss] You're a killer,
Newton.

No, I'm a Presbyterian.

No, Newton, you are doomed.

We have you on camera.

Your prints are all over
the inside of that truck.

We know where you've been
and whose lives you've taken.
So, please--

Please, Newton,
be a big boy now.

Please, be as brave
and well-mannered as you were

when you stuck that barrel
of that non-existent shotgun

into Wendy's head and blew
the top of head off.

Just admit to it.
Maybe she'll forgive you.

I told him.

I said, "You can't be
that cruel to people.

Their spirits
will come after you.

Their spirits
won't let you sleep no more.

The dead don't always die.

They'll want their time
on Earth back.

They'll want answers."
But he just laughed and laughed

and made me watch him
kill all those people.

Who made you watch, Newton?

I can't say.
I can't betray him.

[Pembleton] Who, your evil twin?

I love him.

Wait. Wait. Wait.
Wait a minute.

Are you already like,
moving towards some of like,
psycho defense?

Is that what you're doing?
Let me save you the time, okay?

Because I will vouch
in court that you're crazier
than a crap-house rat!

Does that make you happy?
Are you happy about that, sir?

He said humans are insects,
only after the Apocalypse

we won't last
as long as they will.

He said, "To kill a person,
was like swatting a fly!
No big deal!"

- No.
- You killed Wendy Simpkins.

- [Dell] No!
- Say it.

- [Dell] No. I can't!
- Say it! Come on!

- [Pembleton] Tell it to me.
Why not?
- I can't.

- [Pembleton] Why not?
- It would be a lie.

Forge about it.
He don't have to say it.

You know, we got him on camera,
we got his prints.

And after the jury
sees the autopsy photos,
well, he's toast.

Let's get out of here
and give those other cops
a whack at him.

I got one more question
to ask you, okay?

Were you thinking
about killing
that woman at the gas station?

No. No, really, I--

I'm not a killer.
I told you that.

Then why did you
get into her car?

[Bayliss] You wanted us
to catch you?

As they say in nursing homes
all across the country, "Bingo."

Why?

I had to get away from him.

Broken record.

You two ever wonder why both
doors of the truck were open?

Did you find the bedding
on the jump seat?

That's where
I slept when he drove.

You just remember
I didn't betray him.
Don't you tell him I did!

I didn't say his name.

It's just he's gone too far!

What the hell
do you mean by that?

What the hell's that
supposed to mean?

It means your work
is far from over.

[phone rings]

Well?

He confessed
to picking up Simpkins,
but not to killing her.

Did you get enough
for the US Attorney?

Oh, yeah, yeah,
more than enough.

But, this guy's gonna
plead psycho.

[Van Brandt]
Well, at least you got him.

I wish they could all
be this easy.

This was easy?

Roadblocks,
manhunts and seven new holes

being dug up
from here to Florida?

You know what I mean.

Thanks, Tim.

All right.

Frank, what do you think
Dell meant

when he said our work
is far from over?

I got nothing on it.

You know, maybe
he's a legit psycho

and believes his alter ego's
still running around

somewhere out there, you know.

He's locked up,
which means I can go home.

You'll sleep better
now knowing that?

Yes.

Goodnight, Tim.

Yeah.

Hi, Megan.

[Russert] Hey.
Good work today, Al.

Yeah.

Hey, it wasn't just another day
at the office, you know.

I know. I know.

I had another...

in a long line of fallouts
with Charisse this afternoon.

It seems I have a knack

for pissing off the ones
I love the most.

I mean, I tried
to reach her at home,

but she's on her way
back to Richmond.

You know, I had a--
I had a knockdown,

drag out with my parents
the summer

before I went to Navy.

And I swore I was gonna
make them apologize.

But...

I picked up the phone first.

When she walked out
of that door...

[Al sighs]

I realized that,
at the end of the day,

she and her brother
and her sister...

are all that I have.

Megan,

my family is my life savings.

And each day that goes
by I have so little time...

to spend it.

You know what I mean?

[Russert] I know exactly
what you mean.

I'll see you tomorrow.

[Russert] Okay, Al.

- Hey, take it easy, Al, okay?
- All right.

[phone ringing]

Bayliss, Homicide.

[man] You got the wrong guy.

- Excuse me?
- [man] You got the wrong guy.

Munch, is that you?

[man] Newton Dell
didn't kill a soul.

Oh, I see.

I suppose you're
the real killer, huh?

[man] Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

You, uh, hear about
the arrest on the news?

- [man] Yeah.
- Yeah?

Well, you know, this happens.

A high-profile killer
gets arrested,

sad-sacks like yourself
need some spotlight too.

Well, not tonight, amigo.

[man] You got the wrong guy.

- Oh, come on. Look buddy--
- [man] You know how you love

your parents cause you have to?

Then one day you look
over in the crib

and you see the one person
who you can love

because you want to,

the one who
is always on your side.

Well, that's Newton.

And I can't have him
suffering for me.

I'm the one you want.

No, no, no. We got our guy.

[man] No, you don't!

And I can prove it.

[gunshot rings]

I'll be waiting for you.

Hey? Hey, you still there?

[somber music]

[tires screeching]

Hands in the air!

Give me the hands!

Now!

[*]

Howdy.

[theme music]