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NEWS ANCHOR: The forecast
is cloudy and windy
and cold this morning,

warming up a bit this afternoon

with a few sunny breaks
in the clouds.

- I thought I heard you come in.
- [Pembleton] Hi, sweetie.

Hey. It's good to have you home.

You must be exhausted.

How are you? How's the baby?

Your child has no sympathy
for a working mother.

He or she has been up
all night, kickboxing.

- You felt a kick?
- [Mary] Mm-hm.

[Pembleton sighs]

- I don't feel anything.
- No, of course not.

Now that I'm wide awake,
the baby's asleep.

Smart child.
Sleep, what a terrific idea.

- [phone ringing]
- I'll get it.

[phone ringing]

Hello.

Yes, he's here,
hold on just a second.

- It's Lieutenant Giardello.
- [Pembleton sighing]

- Yeah, Gee.
- [intense music plays]

[groans]

I'll be right there.

- I'll be right there.
- I'll be right there.

- [Munch] I'll be right there.
- I'll be right there. Ah!

There's been
another sniper shooting.

- Three down.
- [Mary] What?

- I thought
you caught the sniper?
- Yeah, so did we.

- I gotta go back to work.
- Frank!

I'll call you soon as I can.

[theme music plays]

[camera shutter clicking]

[Barnfather] What the hell
is going on?

I thought we closed
the sniper case.

I thought the sniper
killed himself.

What do you have?
Two hours later
another shooting?

- I guess William Mariner
had an accomplice.
- [Barnfather] You guess?

Everything indicated,
up to this point,

that William Mariner
worked alone.

[Griffin] Well, we'll need to
make a statement to the press.

Meanwhile, we should keep
the media out of the area.

You know Avis Griffin,
the Department's
new Public Information Officer?

- [Giardello] Griffin?
- Work with her
on covering your ass, Al.

You shouldn't be here
without a vest.

Somebody get Colonel Barnfather
and Ms. Griffin a Kevlar.

[helicopter buzzing]

- Get those helicopters
outta here.
- It's not my call, Al.

- The Commissioner
ordered them in.
- [Giardello] We got a sniper.

All we need
is for him to shoot
one of those copters down.

They just found
some shell casings
up on the Bromo tower.

- Who's up on the roof
as primary?
- [Jasper] Your guy, Pembleton.

If that sky jockey
tries that again,

I'll give you permission
to shoot
the son of a bitch down.

Shoot him down!

So you come out
for your morning jog
and you hear gunshots?

I come running down the block
and then I hear
this "crack-crack-crack."

You saw the shots?
Which direction?

From up there.

- And you were where?
- Right here.

- [Munch] Right where?
- Right here.
Where I am. Standing.

It's [indistinct],
you know, like,
when you hear a bug

or mosquito buzzing
around your ears?

It's-- it's like that.

I see the woman fall over there,

and the guy, he's got
this whole tray of bread,
and it falls over.

Did you see
any of the victims hit?

With all the gunshots
going on around here,
I'm gonna look?

I look, I'm gonna end up
in the meat wagon.

I'm standing around
all these people getting shot,

then I think to myself,
"If I move, I'll get shot."

- Yeah, okay, what's your name?
- Helena Aegis.

Alex. Alex Robey.

[orchestral music plays]

[Bayliss]
Okay, 30 caliber rifle.

Looks like an entire clip
was shot off.

Okay, we're now assuming
that Mariner had an accomplice,

- someone who is carrying on
these shootings without him.
- Yeah.

At the other three
sniper shootings

there was a hangman game
at the site.

How come there's no hangman game
on this rooftop?

It takes two to play hangman,
and Mariner's dead.

- [Pembleton] Right, it takes two
to play hangman.
- [Bayliss] Right.

- Whatcha got over there?
- [technician] Fibers.
Maybe wood.

If it is, it could be
from the shooter's rifle stock.

- This shooting is eight hours
after the one at Mount Vernon?
- Yeah.

- Exactly eight hours?
- Yeah.

Ms. Griffin,
can I help you with that vest?

- Do you think I'm helpless?
- I don't. No.

Yeah, we've got three dead,
three tentative IDs.

Susan Darowz, uh,
the guy with the bread
is Neal Ferdette,

and the third guy,
he's an arabber,
his name is William Wixson.

- Any addresses?
- Uh-huh.
She works where she fell.

The breadman's from Towson,
and the arabber
is from someplace in Sandtown.

All right, what we've got to do
is notify the next of kin.

- Something
I always look forward to.
- All right, Gee.

- Hey, maybe
we'll get lucky, huh?
- [Kellerman] How's that?

Maybe the two guys
won't have no families.

I am so damn tired.

My eyes are so far
back in my head

I think I'm seeing things
from 1,000 years away.

Pembleton, Bayliss.
Get over to the Mariner house
and talk to the wife.

Let's find out if Mariner had
any angry compadres.

- On our way.
- I'm-- I'm waiting
for lab results, Gee.

- I'll get Russert
to cover that for you.
- Captain Russert?

Barnfather demoted her.
She's no longer Captain.

Oh, really?
I heard rumors to that effect.

We don't have any time
for rumors, Bayliss.

- Please get going.
- Hey.

Got your message. Saw it on TV.

As you can see,
the crap's flying again.

[sighs] Well, you know,
the Colonel told me
not to come back to work

until he made a decision
on where to assign me.

- I need you here. Okay?
- Yeah, I know, but he's gonna
have my head, and yours.

- [Giardello] I'll take care
of Barnfather.
- How?

- I'll ignore him.
- Al, that's not gonna
take care of him.

Like my grandfather,
who was Italian, used to say,

"Never stand
in the way of your enemies

when they're trying
to destroy themselves."

We've got access requests
from The New York Times,

Washington Post,
Chicago Tribune.

Someone
from the Des Moines Register
called and asked us

for a hotel recommendation.

What are we,
the Chamber of Commerce?

And NBC, ABC, CBS
and CNN are all sending
their first teams down.

They wanna know
where they should set up
their satellite.

And, uh, Tom Brokaw,
Peter Jennings, Dan Rather,

Bernard, better known
as Bernie, Shaw,

they've all requested
media access passes.

Well, you're Public Relations,
you handle it.

[sighs]

[eerie music plays]

I'm beat to hell.

- I could use a shower,
that would be nice.
- What?

Mariner and somebody
slaughter nine people,

then Mariner blows
his brains out

while I stand on
the other side of the door

guessing hangman letters.

Now somebody shoots three people

at yet another
eight hour interval,

and you wanna take a shower!

Saving Mariner's life
was not your responsibility.

- I was the primary, Frank!
I let him die!
- You did your job!

Nine names in red
go to nine names in black.
So Mariner smokes himself.

- So what?
- Whoa, whoa, wait a minute.
What-- what are you saying?

You know,
you're always telling me that--

that everybody--
everybody belongs to God.

Look, nine innocent victims?

If I were God,
I'd have a hard time
holding Mariner

and nine innocent people
up in the same light.

Either way, I don't have
energy enough to care.

Today we got three new victims.

Well, hate to tell you this,
today is still yesterday.

[Pembleton] Hey,
did I tell you I was tired?

Tell you what,
come four o'clock,

if we don't get this guy,
it won't matter
what you tell me.

[Pembleton] Well let's go talk
to the merry widow,
Mrs. Mariner.

Maybe she's got
something to say.

[indistinct chatter
on police radio]

We've had
three more shooting victims
this morning.

[Linda] So I was told.

I got the wakeup call
from WBAL this morning.

They wanna know
which of Bill's friends
did this.

Which one of them would have?

I don't know.
Maybe Bill's not the guy.
Maybe he wasn't guilty.

You're the cop
who killed my dad.

No.

Uh, what's your son's name?

What does that matter to you?

Did your husband
have a best friend?

Someone who'd want to go out
and, what, avenge him?

No, someone
who might have assisted him
in these killings.

Bill shot all those people,
and he shot to hell any chance
that his children,

my children,
will ever be allowed to do
anything with their lives.

They'll always be
the children of some maniac

who killed nine innocent people,

and will they do the same?

Is there anyone
at your husband's office who,
I don't know,

maybe they went out for beers
together after work?

I have to call and find
a funeral home today,

someone who's gonna get
Bill's body out of the morgue.

Everyone's calling him a maniac,

and I've gotta find someone
that's gonna bury this maniac

for his children.

I've been thinking all morning
who to invite
and what kinda service to have.

Any ideas?

Know anyone who'd want to come
and help me bury Bill?

- Who would?
- [Linda] You wanna come
to his funeral?

You were the last one
he ever talked to.

Do you have any children?

- When are the funeral services?
- Are there any suspects?

Yeah, I was just jogging.
I run maybe five,
six miles a day.

[reporter] Mr. Robey,
you say you saw something?

It's really not a good idea
for you to talk to reporters.

- I'll be back in a minute.
- Thank you.

Hey, you guys witnesses too?

Family of the victims.
We're gonna go upstairs.

I'd appreciate you don't talk
to the press, okay?

All right, I'm always making
a spectacle of myself.

Now, look, anything that you say
to these people

jeopardizes
my ongoing investigation.

- I told you that
at the crime scene, all right?
- Yeah, all right.

- I'll just go home.
- Okay. Need a lift or something?

No, no, it's all right,
I got my car.

I'll get this gentleman
to walk you to your car.

Walk this man to his car,
all right?

All right,
if anything else comes to me
about this morning...

- Yeah, yeah, yeah,
give me a call.
- [Alex] All right.

[unsettling music plays]

- [Giardello] Anything more
from Pembleton?
- Yeah, he called in.

Said that Mrs. Mariner
was not very forthcoming
in offering any information

as to who might be involved
with her husband
and the shootings.

He and Bayliss are on their way
down to the insurance company
where Mariner worked,

- see what's up there.
- Stay on top of it.

- Yeah.
- Megan, I want you to check back
with Quantico.

See how they're coming
with that psych profile
they're compiling.

- Okay.
- Brodie, take a uniform
and go to the Mariner house.

- Videotape anyone coming in
or going out of the house.
- You got it, Lieutenant.

Anyone who shows up,
brings flowers or a casserole
becomes a Kodak moment.

Munch! Oh, man!

Have you seen Detective Munch?

Where's the report
from the M.E.
and the firearms lab?

I sent Shabazz over to firearms.

Shell casings we recovered
this morning were .308 caliber,

same as in the rifle
Mariner used.

I'm on my way to the M.E.'s now,
soon as I find John.

I got the CJIS printout
right here.

The computer banks
don't show any recent parolees
from Jessup

or anywhere
in the state prison system

with a history
of killing with a rifle.

Just the per usual, knives,
tire irons and handguns.

- Any connection
with the Mariner family?
- No.

- Come with me, Munch.
- I got things to do.

I'm not asking you
out on a date, John.

- Let's go.
- You're the sarge, Sarge.

- Are you interviewing
the victims' families?
- Yeah.

One's a mess,
the other one's cool as can be.

What you'll learn
is any family member
who isn't busted up now

will be hysterical in an hour.

And the wife who is busted up?

She'll be hysterical
in an hour too.

You and Lewis,
dance the dance carefully.

We're looking
for any possible linkage
to William Mariner.

Wait a second,
the Darowz woman was killed
with a shot

- that entered from what angle?
- 45 degree angle.

Uh, let me see
the autopsy diagram.

- [buzzing]
- [unsettling music plays]

They were all shot
from a rooftop, right?

Whoa, whoa!
What are you doing? Please!

If that parking lot guy
puts me in Siberia
to park again,

I'll kick his teeth in.

[*]

- [Howard] Whoa!
Easy does it, John.
- [horn honking]

- [tires screeching]
- Whoa!

Oh, get out of the way,
you idiot!

[Howard] Slow down,
what's the matter, John?

Take it easy, huh?

- [tires screeching]
- Are you outta your mind?

Hey, you're gonna get us killed!

- Whoa! Let me drive.
- Get-- stay in the car!

- What are you doing?
- Stay in the car!

Quit grabbing me like that!
What the hell's
the matter with you?

I'm not gonna get you killed,
all right?

I'm not worried
about the sniper getting me.

One shot to my noggin,
lights out, finis, that's fine.

But I'm not gonna
be sitting here
and watch you get shot again.

- What?
- [Munch sighs]

You think
I could ever forget you, Stan

and Beau getting shot down?

I say to Gee,
"Look how they ruined my shoes
with their blood."

I was so whacked out
from seeing all your blood
all over the place, I--

I couldn't do anything,
all right?

- All right.
- It's not all right.

From now on,
no more first names.
I'm Munch, you're Howard.

That's the way it's gotta be.

[helicopter spinning]

[Bayliss] Well,
Mariner's co-workers
were no help.

I say we have to
lean on the wife a little more.

[Pembleton] We could go
to a judge
and try to get an order

for a wiretap
on the Mariner phone lines.

Yeah or we could go back
to the house,

get the kids away
from the mother, talk to them.

Maybe they'd give up the name.

The boy thinks
you killed his father.

- Come on. Hey, hey, hey!
What's the damn hold-up?
- [horns honking]

Some kind of nonsense
going on up there.

[woman on police radio]
Delta one-five.

- [man] There's a sniper
on the roof!
- [woman] There he is!

[intense music plays]

[Pembleton] Get in the car!
Get in the car! Get in the car!

We have a call
on some guy on the rooftop
with a rifle.

The report of a sniper
in this neighborhood
proved to be a false alarm.

Yet the fear of a report,
any report,
of someone on a rooftop,

is quite real.

The mother who ran to safety
just moments ago
with her children

can testify to that fear.

Schools are being closed early,

hospitals are
on emergency alert,

and homeowners
are boarding up their windows

as if a hurricane alert
had just been issued.

- [knocking on door]
- Mary, we're going home.

- [Mary] What?
- We're taking you home.
Your work here is done.

- I told you,
I'm safe here.
- Come on, Let's go.

- Frank, look, stop it.
- Look, don't make a scene
in front of my partner, okay?

Okay, fine.
Tim, leave,
and take him with you.

I can't do that, Mary.

[Pembleton] You are with child,
our child.

You will not endanger yourself.

I'm only in danger
because you're here,

instead of out there
catching the imbecile
who's shooting up the city.

I can't have you running
around downtown,
not with this crap going on.

You can get scared for me,
but I can't get scared for you?

All right, look,
I live through this every day

when I see you walk out
the front door.

- This is different!
- [Mary] No, it isn't.

You always say to me,
"This is the job."

Well, you know what, Frank?
This is my job.

And I'm not leaving
until I finish it.

Tim, get over
and grab this desk.

- Come on, grab it.
Give me a hand.
- Sure.

I have work on this desk.

Frank, stop it.

We're moving this desk
away from the window,

or it's going the hell
out of the window.

And these stayed closed.

What are the odds
of my being shot here?

[Pembleton] I really wish
you would give in to me
this one time.

I am not giving in to hysteria.

- What are you doing?
- Raise your arms.

- I'll see you tonight.
- And I'll see you, okay?

[Pembleton] Okay.

[phone ringing]

[clamoring]

Okay, shooting areas
from yesterday.

Highlandtown,
Collington Square, Mount Vernon.

[Kellerman] This morning,
the clock tower.

So what's the distance
between Highlandtown
and Collington Square?

- What's that, about half a mile?
- [Kellerman] Half a mile.

From Highlandtown
to the clock tower,
it's about a mile.

From the clock tower
to Mount Vernon,
that's another half a mile.

So all the shootings took place
in a perimeter around Downtown?

Seems to me the shootings
are coming at us
in a circular pattern.

Right, so maybe somewhere
in Little Italy

- is the next shooting.
- [Lewis] You know what?

You check
with the Math Department
up at Hopkins.

See if there's some kind of
probability factor
operating here.

Yeah, this is the third time
I've called.

No, I don't remember exactly
who we talked to.

Yeah, I've got interview
and access to the crime scene
requests from all over.

What kind of rifle
we talking about?

A rifle capable
of holding a magazine

- that'll fire off
15 to 20 rounds.
- Math Department, please.

I need to know
if you people at Quantico

have come up
with a psych profile
for Mariner's accomplice?

No, I-- I know
that you're working on it,
but I have...

I have calls
from the French, the Japanese,
the Brits to handle.

Look, if Mariner's buddy stays
true to form,

he starts shooting again
in eight minutes.

What comes to mind is something
like an M1A carbine.

What kind of range
would our shooter have
with a gun like that?

Five, six city blocks, easy.

An M1A with attachable
Nikon or Leupold scope

could command a half-mile radius
from point of location.

How many rifles like that
out there?

[Maxwell] ATF faxed us
these numbers.

We got maybe
four dozen local registrations.
There could be hundreds.

They weren't required
to be registered by the state
before 1990.

Lovely. That's sublime.

[Barnfather]
The Governor's ready
to call out The National Guard.

That sends the message
that we've lost control
of the city.

Well, having the Guard deployed
would give the citizens

- a sense of security.
- Smoke and mirrors.

The Guard has no experience
in leading
a criminal investigation

to catch this sniper.

[Barnfather]
What's Russert doing here?

Math whizzes up at Hopkins
quote chapter and verse

that the probability curve
has our shooter

somewhere between Little Italy
and Inner Harbor.

- [Giardello] Notify QRT.
- You got it, Gee.

Lieutenant,
I don't want Megan Russert
anywhere near this case.

- [sirens blare]
- [helicopter buzzing]

[dramatic sound effect plays]

[buzzing]

[helicopter buzzing]

- [dramatic sound effect plays]
- [gun clicking]

[dramatic sound effect plays]

[helicopter buzzes]

[dramatic sound effect plays]

[clock ticking]

[phone rings]

[dramatic sound effect plays]

[sirens blaring]

[eerie music plays]

[Brodie] Ah, shit.

[Pembleton] Hey, hey,
I can't see anything
with you standing in my way.

Excuse me.

You know I've watched
those broadcasts
from Belfast and Beirut,

and I used to think,
"Man, if I could only
have been there," you know?

But this could be Jerusalem,
this could be Sarajevo.

I don't need to go there.
I got it all here, Baltimore.

This is not Belfast.
This ain't Sarajevo.

- Get out of my way!
- Excuse me.

I was ordered
to the Little Italy area.

[Jasper]
My unit's deployed there,
and we're back in Highlandtown?

[Griffin] Your man said
Little Italy.

Detective Lewis was operating
off mathematical probabilities.

[Jasper] We could've been here
in Highlandtown.

Well you're here now.
Just do your damn job.

Just do your job!

- [reporter] The mayor.
- [reporter] Now we'll get
some action.

[reporters] Mr. Mayor!

[reporter] Are you gonna appoint
a special task force
to deal with this?

And there's this guy,
he's this young kid,
he's sitting in front of me

and his head--

- And then all this glass
is flying everywhere.
- His head and then the glass?

- [Lewis] Did you hear gunshots?
- [woman] No, just the glass.

Detective Lewis?
I-- I-- I saw it.

How you guys doing?

Hey, Mr. Robey.
What you doing here?

[Alex] I live right there.
Second floor, rowhouse.

Hey, Frank, Tim.

Hang on a second.

I want you to meet somebody.
This is Mr. Robey.

- Mr. Robey helped us out
this morning at the clock tower.
- Really?

- [Bayliss] Oh, great.
- This morning?

- And here?
- Uh-huh.

Mr. Robey, um, would you have
a few minutes to come down
to headquarters with us?

Whatever you guys need.

Why don't you, uh,
take a ride with us, huh?

Go with you guys?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

[Alex chuckles]

- All right.
- Okay. We're right over here.

- We'll get a search warrant
for the house, okay?
- Okay.

[indistinct].

[Pembleton] Yesterday,
we had three incidents.

Collington Square,
Highlandtown, Mount Vernon.

Nine people down.

- Today--
- [Alex] Clock tower, 8:00 a.m.

Three hit.

This afternoon,
Highlandtown again,
another two.

The bus, shot dead.

Right. So this is
where we get confused.

You see, we catch the one guy--

William Mariner.

William Mariner.

"Sniper Kills Self,
Baltimore Siege Ends."

- Excuse me?
- New York Times.

- [Pembleton] The New York Times?
- Early edition.

January 12, 1996.

Section B, page 12, column four.

[Bayliss] Right. Right.

So this William Mariner,
he shoots himself
during the arrest.

- [Alex] You were there?
- Yeah.

Did he say anything
before he shot himself?

Doesn't matter.

He dies and we figure,
you know, this red ball is over.
Right, Frank?

- [Pembleton] Mm-hmm.
- Right.

So everyone
can just breathe easy.

"Baltimore Stunned.
Relieved As Sniper Dies."

- The Times again?
- Washington Post.

Front page.

With a picture of
a woman sprinting away

from Collington Square.

One shoe off,
mouth wide open, screaming.

- [Bayliss] Mm-hmm.
- [Alex imitates screaming]

This the picture there?

Baltimore Sun, Boston Globe,

Chicago Tribune.

Now all these clippings,
we found them,

they came out
of your john, Alex.

You one of those
toilet intellectuals?

You need a little something
to read to keep you regular?

Why don't you, uh,

why don't you tell us
what happened
at the clock tower?

I already told the other guys.

Well, tell us again. In detail.

Start with what you were
doing there.

- I was running.
- [Pembleton] Running anywhere
in particular?

Was someone chasing you?

No. Jogging. My usual route.

I'm running past the market,
and I hear gunshots.

- [Pembleton]
Then what did you see?
- Blood.

[Pembleton] Did you see
anything unusual?

- What do you mean?
- [Pembleton] Well,
help us out here, Robey.

You haven't told us anything
we couldn't read
on your bathroom wallpaper.

Did you see anything
out of the ordinary,

anything which might lead
to a shooter?

- Like what?
- Any drawings on the pavement?

Drawings? What drawings?

- Do you remember seeing any?
- No!

[Pembleton]
How about the bus crime scene?
Any artwork there?

Red graffiti
on the side of the liquor store.
Is that what you mean?

Do you recognize this, Alex?

- It's chalk.
- [Bayliss] Chalk. Chalk.

It's 12 pieces.

- [Alex] Mm-hm.
- [Bayliss] All right?

Of school certified
DaVinci chalk.

- Okay?
- [Alex] Mm-hm.

All right. See that?

Multiple colors, as you can see.

Yellow, such.

Now, William Mariner used to use
this kind of chalk.

In fact, this box here
belonged to him.

Used it for what?

Let me get this straight,
so there won't be
any more misunderstandings.

- You don't know William Mariner?
- I don't know him.

There are two shootings
in your neighborhood,
one on your very block,

and you just happen
to be jogging

by one of the scenes
of the incidents?

- So?
- So that strikes me as unlikely.

That's odd enough,
coincidence enough.

That makes me think that maybe--

maybe you're the target.

You're the target.

Maybe you're the target.

- Frank. Yes.
- [Pembleton] That's it.

Yes, yes, yes, the, uh,

the sniper shot
the other people instead.

- It was an accident.
- [Pembleton] Hmm.

- [Alex] Me?
- [Bayliss] Yeah.

- [Alex] The target?
- Yeah.

I mean,
you must have done something
to really piss this guy off.

I don't know.

Why would someone
wanna at shoot me?

[Pembleton] Well,
let's figure it out.

We isolate motive,
we better our chances
of catching this bastard.

- [Bayliss] Mm-hmm.
- [Pembleton] What comes
to mind, Tim?

- Money?
- Mm, always a popular motive.

You owe anyone, Robey?

You got life insurance?

You got a policy there, Alex?

Maybe some family members
who wanna cash in on it?

- Don't have life insurance.
- [Bayliss] Oh.

- Don't have a family.
- [Bayliss] What about women?

- An affair?
- An affair?

Yeah. Yeah.

An affair would be the answer.

I mean, you go off, you sleep
with some other guy's wife,

that's gonna send him
completely over the edge.

I can look at these shootings,
I can picture them
as crimes of passion.

- Absolutely.
- Uh-huh.

[Alex] I don't have
a girlfriend.

What? No girlfriend?

Nobody you're dating?
Even casually?

Look, I'm not the damn target!

Those dead delivery guys,

they were the target, okay?

You guys are supposed to
try to figure out
who pulled the trigger.

This is about the shooter.
He's the important one here.

Like Mariner. Ain't he?

Okay, Robey.

- Get out of here.
- Huh?

- What?
- You're free to go. Free to go.
Get out of here.

No more questions?

- No! Go home.
- I can come back
if you want me to.

Didn't you hear the man? Leave!
You are of no help to us!

I can wait outside if you--
In case you change your mind.

No, no, thank you.

What-- But I'm helping you
catch the sniper.

- You're nothing
but a waste of time!
- [Alex] What?

- You're a loser!
And worst of all, you're a bore.
- [Alex] I am not!

You're perhaps
the most boring man ever
to set foot in the room!

- We get all kinds in here.
- Murderers.

Yeah, people who kill
for all kinds of reasons.

- Lust!
- [Bayliss] Mm-hmm, revenge.

- Drugs.
- Power.

- Plain old hate.
- People kill
their husbands, wives.

- Mothers, fathers.
- Sons, daughters.

- [Pembleton] Lovers.
- Neighbors.

- [Pembleton] Teachers.
- [Bayliss] Strangers.

- And they kill
in all kinds of ways.
- Shootings.

- Stabbing.
- Hanging.

- Drowning.
- Burning.

And then they come in here
and they sit across from us
at this table.

- Some of 'em are stupid!
- Uh-huh.

- Some of 'em are crazy.
- [Bayliss] Uh-huh.

- Some are mean.
- That's right.

But none of them are boring.

- I-- I need some coffee.
- [Bayliss] Yep.

I gotta get some air.

Can I have some coffee too?

- He doesn't know Mariner.
- He's never even met him.

Doesn't know anything
about the chalk drawings.

- So who is he then?
- [Russert] Well, Mr. Robey fits
our psych profile.

He's white male, early thirties.

A loner with no prior record.
He lives in the neighborhood.

He's hanging
around the crime scenes
asking questions.

He knows
what Mariner did yesterday.

He watches the city explode,
and he wants in on the action.

And we still don't have
any hard evidence
to connect him to Mariner.

There is no connection
to Mariner.

- He's a copycat.
- [Giardello] A copycat.

A copycat.

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[Giardello]
We can hold this guy, Robey,
48 hours on probable cause.

Go home, get a shower,
get yourselves some sleep.

Give me ten minutes
for these NoDoz to kick in,

and then I'll go back
and nail his ass to the wall.

I'll be back in a second,
I just need a minute.

Haven't gone to the bathroom
in two days.

Al, the press has gotten hold
of the information
we have someone in custody.

As far as we're concerned,
we're interviewing witnesses.

Well, that's the song
I gave them,
but they're not dancing to it.

[Giardello] Barnfather and his
public information rummy,
where are they?

- Breakfast.
- [Giardello] Oh.

- Frank.
- I'm not asleep.

[Giardello] Get yourself
something to eat.

No, the-- the coffee
and the caffeine tablets
just need some time.

I don't need food.

[Russert] Uh, hey, Al?

Listen, do you mind
if I go in and babysit Robey?

[Pembleton] No, no, no,
he's mine.

He's not gonna go anywhere
for five minutes.

Go ahead.

[Russert] All right?

- Mr. Robey?
- [Alex] Yeah.

- You busy?
- Nah.

Hey, everybody who comes in here
starts to scratch their initials
in that table.

Can I see?

I wasn't really doing anything,
so there's really
not much to see.

Well, you know,
you have the time,

you start scratching
your initials.

- You know, huh?
- [Russert] Mm.

I'm Captain, um,
Detective Russert.

- Alex.
- [Russert] Hey.

- You tired?
- [Alex] Nah.

Can I, uh, get you a coffee
or something?

Those two detectives
that I'm helping out,

they're gonna bring me
some coffee.

You helping out too?

Me? Uh, no.

No, I'm, uh...

I'm not involved in this case.

Well, uh,

yesterday I was a captain and...

and then I got busted down
to detective.

So I'm nobody.

You got what?

I got demoted.

Yeah.

Yesterday, I had
my own personal assistant

chasing after coffee for me.

And now I gotta-- gotta stand
in the back of line
like everybody else,

hoping the pot's not empty
when I get to the front,
you know?

How's that happen?

Someone decided.

Now I'm out.

Nobody.

You know, I think
you ought to go.

But those two detectives,
they're gonna get me some--

You want something?

They went to breakfast.

They've forgotten all about you.

I ain't hungry anyway.

I'm not a breakfast person.

Frank.
You bring Mr. Robey his coffee?

So tell me again.

How is it that you happen to be
at the first

and second shootings today?

[Russert] How do you take
your coffee?

Straight, black.

- One black coffee.
- Excuse me?

[Russert] Bring Mr. Robey
a coffee, please.

I get his coffee?
This is my interview.

Mr. Robey and I were having
a conversation.

I-- I was just telling him
about my demotion.

She says she's a nobody.

She's not a nobody.

Just because somebody makes
a decision about her,

that doesn't make her a nobody.

You understand?

A black coffee?

- What do you want?
- Me? Nothing. I'm fine.

Hey, you should have something.

Whoa! What do you want?

Nothing. I-- I'm fine. I'm fine.

If you were gonna get it
for yourself,
what would you get?

Tea.

I want a tea and a coffee.

How do you take your tea?

One sugar.

- A black coffee.
- [Pembleton] Yeah.

- A tea...
- [Pembleton] Mm-hmm.

- ...one sugar.
- [Pembleton] Mm-hmm.

You think you can remember that?

You having a nice day?

- So far.
- Good.

Black coffee, tea with sugar,
black tea, coffee with su--

Anyways, I'm bringing
a side of sugar, all right?

- He's got a temper.
- Yeah, well, he is who he is.

- But thanks.
- For what?

- For asking for me.
- No problem.

I, uh, I--
I appreciate it though.

Wha-- He's gonna get me coffee,
he can't get you something?

Well, I can't get anybody

to pay attention
to what I say anymore.

[Alex] Doesn't mean
it has to stay that way.

Oh, yes it does.

Then you just have to
make 'em pay attention.

You do something.

That guy doing
the shootings today,

he's doing something.

Yeah, but I can't go around
killing innocent people,
like he does.

Everyone's paying attention,
though, huh?

Hmm, I dunno.

All the network news people
are getting tired of him fast.

- They're losing interest.
- They're wrong.

This guy's dangerous.
You know why?

He's more dangerous
than Mariner.

Nobody knows who he is.
He's a mystery man.

- So-- so what good
does that do him?
- What?

[Russert] Well, if nobody knows
who he really is,
then he's still a nobody.

And a cheap imitation at that.

- Cheap?
- Yeah.

You seen how he shut
the whole city down?

He didn't start it though.
Um, Mariner...

See, Mariner was the guy
who lit up the city
with his first shots.

- This other guy,
he's not original.
- [Alex chuckles]

This is not a nobody
that they're dealing with.

Mariner was a player.
He-- he knew all this attention
would come to him.

This other guy,
he doesn't want the attention.

- Sure he does.
- Oh, he's a copycat, a phony.

Don't say that.
I told you, he's dangerous.

I saw the bodies
of the people he shot.

[Pembleton] Okay.

- Tea, one sugar.
- [Alex scoffs]

- That's my black, right?
- Yup.

- Hey!
- [Alex] I need it more
than you do.

He said he'd get me coffee.

So what happens--
what happens if this guy

doesn't stand up
for the shootings?

It gives someone else
an idea, right?

An idea about what?

About someone else taking credit
for the shootings today.

A copycat of a copycat?

Someone who's gonna grab
the attention.

Right, and even
if the real shooter
did turn himself in,

he wouldn't have
half an interesting a story

as the guy who said he did,
but he didn't.

[laughs] That's not right.

[Pembleton] What,
there's a right
or wrong in this?

Every other person out there
now is in some rush

to reinvent themselves,

to get out of a lifetime
of being a nobody.

But anyone would know
right off who was for real,

and who's taking credit
for something that ain't theirs.

Nobody's gonna take credit
for something I did.

Like the shootings today?

Well...

It ain't right
when somebody says

they're somebody
that they're not.

So you were
at both crime scenes today

because you want the attention,
you wanna take the credit?

I deserve the credit, don't I?

Well, no one should take away
what's yours.

I'm not a copycat.

I'm an original.

I had the idea
before this Mariner guy.

He just beat me
to the punch, that's all.

I should have been first.

I've had this idea for years.

You tell those news people

that it was me today,
nobody else.

I'm gonna read you your rights.

I'm not a nobody.

Can I get a coffee now?

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- [dramatic sound effect plays]
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[Pembleton] I want
something new.

Ooh.

- An egg cream. Chocolate.
- Okay.

Uh, the usual?
Coffee and a club soda?

[Bayliss] Mm-hmm.

- [Pembleton] Platform shoes.
- What about 'em?

They're back.
Women are wearing them again.

Along with beads,
leather vests, bellbottom pants.

Platform shoes?

Yeah, check it out, Tim.
See for yourself.

We ran out of new ideas
somewhere around 1978.

Since then,
we've been repeating ourselves.

Same songs,
same movies, same clothes.

Even the same crimes.
Like this Robey guy.
No imagination.

He's just part of the rhythm
and the rhyme
of all this repeating.

This is 1996.
Here comes the millennium. Hmm?

But people are nervous.
They're on edge.
They're jumpy. Huh?

This is supposed to be
something new, huh?

But we can't look that
in the face, can we?
Ah, so what do we do?

Ah, we grab a little something
from one year in the '50s,

a little of something else
from another year,
maybe late '60s.

We think
we're creating something new
and different,

but really all we're doing
is just repeating
the same old nothing.

We're all copycats. Right?

- Frank, where haven't I heard
all this before, huh?
- [Russert laughs]

- Well--
- [waitress] Coffee for you.

- Ah!
- Um, club soda for the lady.

- Thank you.
- And a chocolate egg cream.

[Pembleton] Mm!

Hey, Frank, computers,
the internet.

All that is new.

- This is not an egg cream.
- [Bayliss] Sure it is.

No, no, no, no, I-- I know
what an egg cream tastes like.
This is watery.

Well, they probably used
low-fat milk.

So it's a little bit different.
What?

Then it is not an egg cream!

- [Bayliss] So?
- So here-- here it is.

We take an--
a perfectly good beverage,

which is fine
in its original form,
and we make it undrinkable.

- I'm getting outta here.
- [Bayliss] Oh, Frank,
take it easy.

- No, I-- I'm gone.
- [Bayliss] Going home, Frank?

I'm outta here.

- [Russert] Good night, Frank.
- [Pembleton] Thanks a lot.

Mm. Well, my coffee's just fine.

- So is my club soda.
- [Bayliss chuckles]

So you gonna stay in Homicide?

Right now what I have to do

is go home and apologize
to my daughter

for not coming
to her piano recital.

Oh, right.

Ah, thank you.

I gotta tell you,
I'm glad you're back
to being a detective.

- Really?
- [Bayliss] Mm.

- Why, was I that bad
at being a captain?
- [Bayliss] Yeah.

- Yeah?
- [Bayliss] Yeah.

Yeah, you see, instead of being
one of the bosses,
you bucked the bosses.

You fought for us,
did the right thing.

So you sucked as a captain

because you were
too much of a--
too much of an original.

Well, hooray for me!

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