Original subtitles

[upbeat rock music plays]

- [gunshots] - [woman on TV, indistinct]

[engine revving, rumbling]

Oh, man, West Boondock.

The land that time forgot.

The land that the beltway by-passed.

This part of town really takes me back.

We used to bowl duck pins over on Boundary Avenue.

I hate coming out here, man, give me the creeps.

- We gotta be out of our jurisdiction by now. - Ah, it's still Baltimore City.

- Barely. - Duck pins.

I personally don't see the point.

I mean, why you gotta waste time with them little itty-bitty pins?

If you're gonna play the game, play the game the way it's supposed to be played.

[Kellerman] Get outta here.

Hey, the El Rey Drive-In movie used to be right there

before it burned down.

[Lewis] How can you burn down a drive-in?

It's a parking lot.

Well, somebody set the screen on fire.

[*]

- [Kellerman] Single gunshot to the chest. - [Lewis] Huh.

Charlie Wells. Charlie Wells, Charlie Wells.

What do you say we go out on a limb

and venture a guess as to this guy's name?

- This guy's only wearing one boot. - [Lewis] Oh, he is, is he?

- [Kellerman] There's a lot of criminal law books. - [Lewis] Eh.

He was pretty pumped up for an old guy. Crude tattoos.

- Ex-con. - Some kind of jailhouse lawyer.

Well, look at this place. Most people in here probably got rap sheets.

I'd say 80%.

- I'd say 90. - Yeah? You're on.

- 20 bucks. - You got it.

Okay, so I'll get the guest registration,

call the office, get somebody to run it down for us.

Oh, Munch will do it. He owes me.

Hey, look at the tattoo on this guy's belly,

above his belt.

"If found, return to Ida Flood,

582 Cougar Trail, Whitefish, Montana."

- Like a piece of lost luggage. - [camera shutter clicks]

[theme music plays]

[sign buzzing]

One shot went through this wall, through number five,

through the next wall, through number six,

- through the next wall... - [imitates whooshing]

...all the way into number seven,

where it ricocheted off a hot plate.

It smashed a lamp, dotted both I's in the Gideon Bible.

- [Lewis chuckles] - They dug the slug out of the sofa.

[Lewis] Ah, they just don't make cheap motels like they used to.

- Where the hell's that boot? - [Kellerman] Huh?

He didn't have but one boot. Where's the other?

It's pathetic. Looks like my house.

[Kellerman] What did he have in his wallet?

Uh, ten bucks and a video club card.

[Kellerman] No driver's license?

No driver's license, no credit cards,

no pictures of wife and kids.

Huh. No boot.

Well, it seems that Charlie Wells had a philosophical problem with ID.

- How so? - He didn't want any.

He sent back his social security card. He told the IRS to take a hike.

[Lewis chuckling] I hear that.

And ditto, the Department of Motor Vehicles.

Check this out. Look a little strange to you?

Nah, it's just good old Baltimore tap water.

Well, I'm gonna let the lab run them.

[Kellerman] Basically, he was trying to resign from the United States.

- You can do that? - You can try.

Declare yourself "a sovereign citizen of Turtle Island."

Turtle Island? Where the hell is that?

[calm music plays]

Why steal one boot? What good does it do you?

I'm wondering why you get a tattoo like that. Who's Ida Flood?

- His ex-wife? - [Kellerman] His mother?

- Bet. - [Kellerman] You're on.

How you doing?

Baltimore City Homicide.

- Who are you? - Lonny Askew.

You staying here at the motel, Lonny?

- Number five. - You at home this evening?

I don't know who did Charlie.

Where were you when it happened?

- In a zone. - In a zone?

What the hell does that mean, what zone? Were you stoned or something?

- I was just out of it, okay? - [Lewis] You were just out of it.

The bullet passed right through your room,

you're lucky you're not out of it for good.

Like I said, I wasn't paying much attention.

I gotta put this stuff away. You mind?

We'll want to talk to you later.

[Lonny] I ain't going nowhere. Unfortunately.

[Lewis] Got that Cadillac walk.

Yeah, he's definitely a yard bird.

[man on TV speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

No, Mama. Now they're going over to the office.

I told Charlie when he checked in,

"Four, very unlucky number."

That's what my grandmother used to say.

In Mandarin, the word for four sounds like the word for death.

[speaking Mandarin] See?

It says here he'd been here for three months.

Now that's an unlucky number.

- Does everybody stay here that long? - Oh, it varies.

Anywhere from an hour to a year.

But usually it's like a week or two.

- [Lewis] You called 911? - I knew right away what it was.

I was watching TV. The Weather Channel? Kinda helps me study.

Anyway, there was this "boom, boom."

And then I heard a motorcycle start up and drive away.

I know I should have looked, but, you know, I was kind of paralyzed.

I just assumed it was Charlie.

I mean, it was Charlie's bike. I'd know it anywhere.

'39 Indian. Dude, it was an awesome machine.

I don't suppose you have a license plate number for Charlie's awesome machine?

Charlie did not believe in license plates.

Why am I not surprised?

Charlie was a weird guy. Kinda schitzo.

He'd get drunk, and shoot up the swimming pool.

You know, float beer cans for target practice.

- He had a gun? What kinda gun? A handgun? - A big one.

There's no bike, there's no gun.

There's no boot.

Okay, I'm gonna get Munch back on the phone,

and get him to run a trace on the bike and the gun.

Can I use your phone?

It's in the line of duty, right?

Right.

- You only work nights? - I go to school days.

Community college. Works out okay.

And you don't think it's dangerous, being here alone?

The owner, Mr. Chaudhari, he keeps a gun in the drawer.

- See? - [Kellerman] Whoa!

- [Lewis] Hey, hey. - He showed me how to use it.

He got a permit for this?

I don't know. Does he need one?

- Yes. - You guys want it?

Well, we never turn down a gun.

[sultry jazz music plays]

[child babbling]

- You feel 'em? - Yeah, definitely.

The night has a thousand eyes.

This gun's been fired recently, I can smell it.

It's probably got nothing to do with Charlie Wells.

Hey, you never know. Could be our lucky night.

- Ha! - Yeah.

Full moon over the New Moon Motel.

- [car engine rumbles] - Gotta mean something.

Once in a while you gotta catch a break, you know,

get the luck that you deserve served up to you

on a big ol' silver platter.

Mikey, does that look a little suspicious to you?

Yeah, it does. Looks very suspicious.

[dog whining]

- [Lewis] All right, hold-- hold-- hold. It! - [Kellerman] Police!

Sit!

[speaking Spanish]

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Anybody here speak English?

- Me. - What's your name, young fella?

- Walter. - [Lewis] What's your last name?

- Gonzalez. - Walter Gonzalez.

Now, it's a little late at night for a family outing.

Walter, you know the man in unit four?

- Charlie Wells? - Yes.

Can you ask your parents if they've talked to him recently?

[speaking Spanish]

She told us to stay away from him, but we...

- We what? - ...we-- we like to sit on his motorcycle.

Walter, that doesn't really answer my question.

Can you ask her if she's talked to Mr. Wells today?

[speaking Spanish]

- No, no, no. - Where were you all headed?

Because a man was murdered tonight,

and you guys sneaking out doesn't look very good.

[speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

We are illegal.

Tell your folks that everybody's gonna have to stay in this room, okay?

Hey, hey, wait a second. Excuse us.

- These people have got nothing to do with that murder. - Yeah, I know. So?

[Lewis] So why are you making them wait in here for?

Because they're illegal.

Well, last time I checked, your badge didn't say INS on it.

Hey, Walter.

- Que, uh, que les vaya bien. - [keys jingling]

- [Kellerman] Come here. - [Lewis chuckling]

No, the illegal immigration problem in this country

- is staggering. - Hey, we're in Baltimore.

- We're a little far north of El Rio Grande. - Now, don't give me that crap.

My father's factory may close down

'cause they can do the labor cheaper elsewhere.

Hey, Kellerman, everybody was an immigrant

at some point or another in this country, okay?

Some even by choice.

That's different.

Come on, man, they're gonna have two adults, eight kids,

and four dogs crammed in that little room like some sardines.

- [engine starting] - Why do people live like this?

It's not why. How?

[tense music plays]

- [horn honking] - [Lewis] White Cavalier.

- Hey, hey, hey. It's Detective Munch. Hey, baby. - [Munch] Hey, guys.

M.E. says your victim was killed by a single gunshot wound,

fired at close range, which severed his aorta.

Firearms says it was a .45 caliber.

Neither his gun nor his bike were registered.

So the shooter popped Charlie with Charlie's own gun,

and made his getaway with Charlie's bike.

Bound to happen, living in a cheap motel,

driving a priceless motorcycle back and forth to the convenience store.

It's an engraved invitation to mayhem.

You know, it's not easy calling in a stolen bike

with no plates, no registration, no insurance.

[Kellerman] Well, there can't be too many '39 Indians around,

- with or without plates. - True.

It's a real collector's item, but it could've been a special order,

which means by now it's on a container ship bound for Bogota.

Oh, by the way, guys, I'd watch my wallets, if I were you.

I'm sorry to say that the clientele here

at the "Motel For Felons"

leaves something to be desired, to say the least.

Yeah? What's the percentage?

Well, counting all the adults registered here,

including your victim,

excluding the Gonzalez family, which are illegal aliens,

98.9% have criminal records.

Nothing serious, you know, your usual types,

hookers, cheque kiters, bar room brawlers,

people with a propensity to commit vehicular homicide while under the influence.

Cream of humanity, you know what I'm saying?

Hey, hey, I called it. 90%.

Charlie Wells.

Ten-year bit for assault and battery,

did two years of it at the Jeffrey Bagel State Prison,

Deer Lodge, Montana.

I personally want to keep an eye on Mr. and Mrs. Evans.

They seem to be singularly lacking

in any sort of adversarial encounter

with the criminal justice system.

- They're probably registered pseudonymously. - Track down Ida Flood?

I have been inundating Whitefish, Montana with telephone inquiries.

- I'll keep you posted. - Hey, you want to do me a favor, run these down the lab for me?

Sure. I know what this is.

But, uh, this looks like it should have a goldfish in it.

So where do we start?

Michael and Moira Evans.

[train whistle blowing in distance]

[tense music plays]

[Kellerman] It's number 21, right?

Yeah.

Well, it doesn't look like anybody's home. There's no car.

A guy checked in a week ago without one.

Think about it, living in a dump like this,

and depending on public transportation.

I'm surprised Dr. Kevorkian don't keep a suite here.

[Kellerman] I thought I saw that curtain move.

- [knocking on door] - Hey, wait a minute.

Did you hear something?

No.

[sniffs] Do you smell cigarettes?

This whole place reeks of cigarettes.

Well, what do you think? You want to give it up for now, come back later?

Yeah.

You know, half of these outstanding citizens

are going to be checked out of here by morning.

But, if we split up this list,

we can finish canvassing by midnight.

[knocking on door]

What's that, a tipi?

- [Lonny] It's a sweat lodge. - [Lewis] Sweat lodge?

The kind they let you build in the joint,

so that inmates can exercise their freedom of religion.

- You got a problem with that? - Nope. No problem at all.

So did you, or did you not hear what went down earlier?

I heard it. But it was like far away, you know?

I was doing a sweat. I really didn't think nothing of it.

Bullet whizzes right by your ear,

and you don't think nothing of it?

It's not the first time.

I hear that.

So you and Charlie were-- you were hanging together? He come round?

He used to come over here. We'd smoke a little.

Take a sweat. Talk about stuff.

Oh, were you and Charlie just sitting around, smoke tobacco?

- What, just tobacco? - [Lonny] Mostly.

Assorted herbs.

Listen, you wanna use the sweat lodge?

It might help you catch Charlie's killers.

- [Lewis] How so? - Helps you see things.

- [horn honking] - Ooh. Rain check.

Rain check. Okay, that's it for now.

Oh, you happen to know

if Charlie had any problem with his feet, like, um,

athlete's foot or ingrown toenail, anything like that?

No. Why?

Never mind.

No, I never had anything to do with Charlie Wells.

I mean, he was paranoid. He was touchy, man.

He's not the only guy around here who ever read a book.

You know, I got a medical degree.

I used to be a doctor, an anesthesiologist.

I made some good money, let me tell you.

Now look at me.

What am I?

I'm a janitor in an industrial park.

Which is the oxymoron of the century, if you ask me.

I mean, how can a park be industrial, you know what I'm saying.

Right? You know what I'm saying?

And look at this dump.

Almost a year now, I've been here. Can you believe it?

I can't, I mean, sometimes I look around

and I think, "What the hell happened?"

I mean, I-- I had a nice place in Annapolis,

a little old house on the eastern shore, a wife, family,

a Lexus.

That's certainly neither here nor there, is it?

[clearing throat] Yeah, I was here this evening.

I was, uh, checking my body in the mirror for signs of melanoma,

which I do on a regular, if not religious basis.

And I heard these shots, I mean, a-- a bullet came through here

like a message from Mohammed, right?

I figured Charlie Wells. Now, he's got a gun.

He's got this big honking handgun.

He says he needs it in a place like this, which is bull.

He needs it 'cause he's a flaming lunatic.

He's an angry, angry man.

And also maybe he dealt a little meth on the side.

I mean, you know, shady characters in and out of the room

all hours of the day and night.

You cop from him too, Greg?

No! No, no, no, no, no, no.

I'm clean these days, man.

And besides, yeah, that-- that street meth was never really my thing.

No, I could never go back to that cut-rate crap.

I mean, trust me, once you've had a taste of ambrosia,

you can't settle for what's been lying on life's steam table all day.

I mean, why would anybody ever go back to that street stuff,

when once upon a time you had a pipeline

to the sweetest, purest designer drugs this side of heaven?

The only reason I ever went to med school.

[upbeat rock music plays]

[Terry vomiting]

Hey, how you doing, man?

[keys jingling]

[woman on TV] ...can make their skin look this youthful.

Introducing the new and advanced glycolic formula.

The most important breakthrough in skincare ever.

- [Vicki] What are you doing? - [Terry] Need some money.

- Gotta run to the store. - Get the hell outta my purse.

- Didn't you just get a check? - Yeah, which you've spent.

On groceries for the kids.

- [Terry] Lotto tickets. - Give me that.

Why don't you just burn our money while you're at it, huh?

I don't even know why I bother to work.

You don't, unless your unemployment runs out.

Gimme that, you ass!

[Vicki crying out] Screw you!

- Stop! Stop it! - [Terry] Stupid bitch!

- Stop it! - [knocking on door]

[woman on TV] ...young, the surface level[indistinct],

moist and youthful-looking.

As we age, [indistinct].

The surface gets thick and dry and cracking, making wrinkles...

Hi. I'm Detective Kellerman.

I apologize for the late hour, but as I'm sure you figured out, I'm here about the murder.

Come in. You want a beer?

That's okay, thanks.

[Terry] You know, I just got home myself.

Working the swing shift at Atlantic Gypsum.

[Kellerman] So you missed all the excitement?

I didn't. Bullet flying in here, smashed that lamp.

Thank God the kids were out.

- What happened to your eye? - Nothing.

Well, you should get it stitched up. It's gonna leave a scar.

I will, as soon as I get the time.

- It's all of you in this one room? - Yeah.

Where are your kids in school?

We just got here.

You've been at this motel two weeks. Your kids should be in school.

Yeah, well, I'm waiting to see if my job turns out.

- Take care of it tomorrow. - Okay.

I'm gonna send somebody out from Child Protective Services, to make sure that you do.

You don't have to do that. We'll deal with it.

- [Kellerman] Yeah? - We will.

Did you know Charlie Wells?

Not really. Enough to say hello to.

He was nice.

He watched the kids once when I had to get to the store.

- What? Since when? - I told you about that.

- No, you didn't. - [Vicki] I did.

No, you didn't.

Anyway, uh, he was quiet.

He, uh, went to bed early and got up early.

I can't sleep and I'd look out,

he'd be up with the birds.

Doing his exercises out in the parking lot,

some kinda, um, kung fu thing.

Martial arts.

He helped me fill out my application

for Collington College of Cosmetology.

I'm thinking about becoming a beautician.

- [siren wailing] - Thanks.

[man] Satan, get! Satan, go!

Satan, in the name of Elvis the king...

[dog barking]

[water splashes]

[fence rattling]

- [Kellerman] Aren't you cold? - It's heated. Ah!

I'd ask you to join me, but I know you're a cop.

[laughs] Wanna pass me that robe?

- Sure. - [Ramona] Okay. Oh!

[laughs]

[Ramona sighs]

You can look now.

Huh. Okay. I never know.

- Where to put my eyes, I mean. - [Ramona] Oh.

- It's confusing, you know. - Mm.

No, really, seriously, you know, on the street, out in the world,

you're not supposed to look.

I mean, you do, but you know, you pretend you don't.

And then sometimes you're supposed to look, straight on, up and down,

you know, get an eyeful and drop to your knees and say "hallelujah."

[laughs] Brother, if I wanted you to drop to your knees, you would know it.

Wouldn't be no two ways about it.

No, I don't suppose there would.

[intriguing music plays]

[Lewis] Come on, where's that damn boot?

Gotta find that boot.

I want that boot.

Damn boot!

[Lewis sighing]

You ever dream about famous people?

Do cartoon characters count?

Yeah, sure, if they're famous.

Bugs Bunny.

[chuckling]

- Dolly Parton. - Really?

On a regular basis.

Are these dreams sexual?

No. Beauty tips.

You know, skin care, nail polish, cuticles.

Dolly's very knowledgeable on cuticles.

- You know, you remind me of someone. - [insects chirping]

I always remind men of someone.

- Let me ask you something. - [Ramona] Sure.

If you had it to do all over again...

would you be...

- A prostitute? - [Kellerman] Yeah.

[sighing] Sure, in a second.

[Kellerman] What if it turned out worse?

I don't think I could be that unlucky twice in a row.

How about you?

How many times you been unlucky?

Once.

Girl, right?

Yeah, it's a girl I used to know.

Mm.

I was in love with.

- So she was the one, huh? - Exactly.

- Love of your life? - Yeah.

Mm.

Well, maybe I just think about it

because I never really had a chance to give it a try.

You never had a chance to screw it up.

I still think about her.

You know, "What if? What if?" I think.

I toss and turn on one of those nights when you can't fall asleep,

and I imagine this whole other life I might have had.

[Ramona] So if you had to do it over, then you would.

I dunno.

I'd have to give up everything else that's happened since,

and a lot of that's good.

[Ramona] You blue 'cause this thing you're working on

hasn't panned out?

Nah, maybe it's not even that. Maybe it's just the moon.

I remind you of her, huh?

A little.

A lot.

- So... - [Ramona] So?

...tell me about Charlie Wells.

[knocking on door]

Sorry to bother you again. I need your help with something.

We're guessing that whoever killed Charlie escaped on his motorcycle.

Now, that fact leaves me considering,

how did the killer get here?

If he or she came here in a car,

and then escaped on Charlie's bike,

they must've left the car in the parking lot.

Now we checked with all the guests at the motel,

and all the cars are accounted for and registered.

Which leads me back to the original question.

How did the killer get here?

Maybe he or she was riding sissy on Charlie's bike?

Maybe he or she walked.

You don't have a car registered here, do you, sir?

- No, I don't. - [Lewis] You walked.

In fact, we saw you walking down in here earlier on today.

Huh? Where were you coming from?

Buying groceries. Remember? I was carrying groceries.

So you could've killed Charlie,

took his bike, sold it,

used some of the change to buy groceries, huh?

I didn't kill Charlie.

Uh, there.

Askew, Lonny. Ten years, Arizona State Prison at Tucson,

vehicular homicide.

The moon.

Is it waxing or waning?

Waxing.

Why do you think I live here, Detective? In this little room?

It reminds me of my cell.

The judge gave me ten years' punishment.

But it wasn't enough.

I killed my best friend.

We were drunk.

What a cliché, huh? Drunken Indians?

I was driving.

Screech, bang, thud, he's dead.

And I live with that every second of every day in my cell here.

I didn't kill Charlie Wells.

[Kellerman] The bottom line is, everybody heard the shots.

Half of 'em heard Charlie's awesome chopper take off,

but nobody saw nothing.

Now, Charlie was either God's gift, or he was a lunatic.

Maybe he was a small-time drug dealer, but maybe not.

Lemuel Galvin, in 26, lived in there with his racist dog.

That dog hates African-Americans.

Sits up in there night and day reading his Bible.

Lemuel, not the dog.

Stone freak for Jesus, figures.

Swears up and down

that Charlie's got the mark of Satan on him, the Beast.

Why, because he's a drug-crazed, tattooed biker?

He's got a gap between his two front teeth.

Oh.

- So maybe Galvin's the shooter? - [Lewis] Nope.

"Thou shalt not kill." Hmm.

All right, well, Muir in six, he didn't like Charlie,

- but I don't think he whacked him. - [Lewis] No nads?

- He's got the shakes. - Here you go, hon.

- Toasted bagel. - [Kellerman] Thank you very much.

- Oh, ma'am. - [waitress] Yeah?

- I asked for no butter. - I told him.

I'll bring you another. Hate to waste perfectly good food.

- You're welcome to eat it if you want. - Me? [chuckling]

Alls I eat's mistakes.

[Kellerman chuckles] Huh.

Now, as far as Mrs. Aquaviva was concerned,

Charlie Wells walked on water.

I think Mrs. Aquaviva and Charlie had a thing.

- Does the hubby know? - [Kellerman] Yeah, I got that impression.

- [Lewis] Jealous hubby? - Nah, he was at work at Atlantic Gypsum.

The superintendent verified it.

So what about Lonny Askew?

He didn't do it.

[Kellerman] Why are you so sure?

- Long story. - [waitress] Here you go, honey.

- Dry as a bone. - [Kellerman] Thank you.

What about, uh,

a woman in 10A, Ramona Rastafara, or whatever?

- Ramona Rostenkowski. - [Lewis] Yeah.

She's a hooker. She likes to swim naked in the motel pool.

[chuckling] Sounds refreshing.

Mm-hmm. We had a very nice chat.

She was in the middle of a session when she heard the shots,

she, uh, couldn't really stop what she was doing to go to the window and look.

Yeah, tough to check that alibi.

I mean, you know, not too many johns wanna tell the whole truth

- and nothing but. - I believe her.

- [Lewis] Why's that? - Long story.

So, I guess that all that's leaving us with

is Mr. and Mrs. Evans.

Maybe they're home by now.

[sign buzzing]

- [Moira] Kosher? - Better be.

Or what?

You're gonna track him down, and make him eat it?

I could find him.

Fat chance.

Are you gonna look at each and every one of those before can we get out of here?

Should have been out of here by now.

Quit bitching, you're making me insane.

- [Moira] I'm gonna get a coke. You want one? - Don't go out there.

It's dead. There's no one around.

I'll be back in two seconds.

- You want one or not? - Yeah, okay.

Diet.

Man, I'm tired, I can't wait to get home

- and crawl into my nice warm bed. - Yeah, me too.

You ever been to Lafayette Courts Housing Project?

That drug-infested rat's nest?

Sure, I investigated my share of arsons there.

- [Lewis] They're tearing it down tomorrow. - [Kellerman] Good riddance.

Yeah. My entire childhood, ba-da-boom!

- You lived there? - 8D.

In fact, we were the first inmates in 8D.

Four of us in a one-bedroom, like the, um, Gonzalez's.

Then my sister come along, we moved up to 10K.

- Man, what a view! - You could see the harbor?

Nope. Maggie Temple, 9A.

I watched her get undressed before she grew anything worth watching.

We lost our innocence on the bathroom tiles.

That's fascinating.

[Lewis] Marla Kelley, 7K.

- Ursula James, 11D. - Uh-huh.

Lotte Nelson, 2E, had a biscuit booty that would make you wanna--

Well, we should go watch them blow it up,

and say goodbye to your callow youth.

- Nah. - [rattling]

[Kellerman] You talked to her?

- Nah, you? - [Kellerman] No.

Oh, you frightened me.

Moira Evans?

- Who are you? - [Lewis] Baltimore City Homicide.

This is Detective Kellerman, I'm Detective Lewis.

Can we talk to you a moment, please?

Now? It's the middle of the night.

Uh, we apologize for the late hour,

but we've been waiting for you to get back.

- This can't wait until morning? - [Kellerman] No, actually.

Okay. What do you want?

[Lewis] Now, we wanna talk to your husband as well, so...

He's asleep.

So you were gonna drink a diet and a regular soda by yourself?

As a matter of fact.

[Lewis] Come on, let's go wake him up.

[Moira] I know it's in here somewhere.

Oh, here it is, I found it.

- It doesn't seem to-- - [keys jingle]

Oops, butterfingers.

[Moira] Honey--

[Lewis] Michael Evans, get your hands where I can see 'em.

- Get your hands up! - [Michael] Who are you?

- [Kellerman] Get away. - They're cops, honey, they want to ask some questions.

- Sit down. Sit down. - About what?

- [Kellerman] Sit down. Sit down. - [Lewis] Charlie Wells.

- Who's that? - Guy at number four.

He was shot and killed earlier this evening.

Really? There was a murder here?

Yeah, really. Close by.

Oh, well, we were out all evening.

This is the first we heard of it.

We were with friends.

We had dinner, we went to a movie,

went back to their place, and had a few drinks.

Yeah, well, we'll need their names and telephone number.

I don't have their number. We just met them in a bar.

And I suppose you ain't got their address, either, huh?

I'm not sure. Maybe we could find it again.

- You know Charlie Wells? - Not at all.

[Moira] We just got here a few days ago.

How long are you planning to stay?

Well, I'm looking for work. See how it goes.

Yeah, okay, let's see some ID. You got a driver's license or something?

Sorry. My purse was stolen last week.

At the washateria.

- What's that? - [Moira] That's my new purse.

It doesn't have anything in it but some spare change.

Okay, what about you? Let's see some ID from you here.

Hey, you're not gonna believe this,

but I lost my wallet about a month ago.

That's a hell of a coincidence.

Both of y'all ain't got no ID at the same time.

It's a drag. It's really inconvenient.

- Hey, man, what you-- - [Lewis] You sleep with your shoes on?

Get up. Get your hands against the wall. Catch this.

Spread 'em. Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about.

What's this, ah? Huh? Is there a reward for this?

Look, I'm filing a complaint on you guys.

Put your shirt on. You're taken Downtown, you can file a complaint there.

Oh, we got a Alfred Barrow with a Pennsylvania driver's license.

[Lewis] How about that, Alfred? You got a sheet on you, huh?

Do you? Yeah, we'll find out soon enough.

- What about you, honey? You got a rap? - Stupid, stupid!

Shut up! You're the genius who needed to go get a coke!

- [Lewis] What a surprise, a gun. - [Moira] Thought you were gonna use that, big man.

- Big talk. - Yeah, I was afraid I would hit you.

My mistake!

- You said it was our lucky night. - We still don't have the boot.

[jazz music plays]

[foghorn blowing]

[traffic din]

Yeah, I need a check

on whether those two kids got put into school today.

I got something for you guys.

- [Lewis] Found Ida Flood? - Still in the works.

- You found the bike? - [Munch] Nope.

No sign of it anywhere in the Baltimore metroplex.

I'm telling you, it's out of the country by now.

This time next week, some cocaine cartel jefe

will be driving around Cali on his brand-new 1939 Indian,

making all the señoritas swoon.

[Kellerman] Okay. Thanks.

- Ballistics come back? - [Munch] Yes, sir.

As did the lab results on that liquid substance

submitted by Detective Lewis,

which screened positively

for presence of homemade methamphetamine.

Tap water, huh? What's this?

That's the Firearms report on Alfred Barrows, aka Michael Evans.

The gun that shot Charlie Wells.

Wait a second.

This can't be right.

There's no match on the damn gun.

- Right caliber, wrong gun. - What?

Well, it's not the murder weapon. They didn't shoot Charlie Wells.

- Not with that gun, anyway. - What about the money?

- They had, what, more than ten grand in cash. - Well, maybe they saved up.

Nah, they're dirty for something. I guarantee you.

No doubt. You know, it's an illegal gun.

Maybe you can get 'em on a weapons charge.

Man. So where does that leave us?

With the owner of the motel's gun.

Did you get the results on that one back from Ballistics?

[sighs] No. You said it wasn't a priority.

Well, I guess we gotta go back out there again.

Hasta luego, amigos.

- Good morning. - [Cheng] Good morning.

Any problems?

Charlie Wells was shot and killed last night.

I tried to call you at home, but your machine was off.

And the police took your gun.

See you tonight.

Oh, oh, oh.

I'll see you.

[quiet, calm music plays]

[Lewis] New Moon Motel don't look no better in the sunlight.

[Kellerman] Mr. Chaudhari?

Can we ask you some questions?

I am so distraught, I cannot tell you.

We confiscated a gun in this office last night.

- The girl told me. - [Lewis] We ran the serial number.

That firearm was stolen in New York City a couple of years ago.

Possession of a stolen firearm is a misdemeanor.

You want to tell us about the gun, Mr. Chaudhari?

You cooperate with us, maybe we can work something out.

Charlie Wells, he sold it to me.

He needed money. He owed me rent.

I needed a gun. We made a deal.

- [Lewis] When was this? - First of last month.

That gun's been fired recently.

Oh. Oh, oh, oh. Oh!

I confess.

- I shot someone. - Excuse me?

With that gun.

Three nights ago,

I took the gun with me to make the night deposit.

Someone tried to hold me up.

I shot him with that gun in the stomach.

- You kill him? - I don't know.

- He ran away. - [Lewis] Ran?

Sort of. Like so.

[groaning, grunting]

Did you report this?

No. Why should I make more trouble for myself?

Mr. Chaudhari, I really can't answer that for you.

Hey, wake up, man.

Found a guy, gut shot over on La Salle Street Tuesday morning.

Jimmy Dorland, one of the baddest bandits in Baltimore.

Violent Crimes Task Force observed a moment of silence

when they found he had passed on.

- Do the bullets match Chaudhari's gun? - [Lewis] Uh-huh.

- So he killed him in self-defense. - Yeah, I guess. Imagine that.

Closed a case we didn't mean to close,

and got nowhere on the one we meant to.

So what do you want to do, interview everyone again?

Either that, or get drunk.

Hey! Hey, hey! Hold on! Where you going?

- Police. - Hi, I got a call.

My father's dead, come clean out the room. They want to let it.

- [Kellerman] You're Charlie Wells' daughter? - Uh-huh.

You got here pretty quick from Montana.

Okay. I live in Hagerstown, okay?

My brother called me from Bozeman.

Is your name Ida Flood?

Jennifer Wells. Ida was my grandmother.

My dad's mom. She died in 1969.

His mother.

[Jennifer] Yeah, so how do you know Ida?

Her name and address were tattooed on Charlie's epidermis.

So that's how you found us.

I always thought that was so grotesque.

But I guess it worked, didn't it?

I mean, I guess he knew what he was doing.

What am I gonna do with these?

Give 'em to a rummage sale, I suppose.

Man, what a room to end up in.

Your father had a record.

After he got out of prison, he just disappeared.

Once in a blue moon, we'd get a card from him. It'd say, "I'm in the wind."

That's what the card would say. "I'm in the wind."

Apparently, he had a pretty valuable motorcycle.

- Charlie? - [Lewis] Yeah, a '39 Indian.

- Vintage wheels. - [Jennifer] If you say so.

Look, I haven't seen him since I was 17.

I had no idea he was living so close.

Yeah.

Guess you didn't happen to find a stray boot around here,

did you?

One thing I do remember about the man,

is that he liked to go around wearing just one boot.

- [Lewis] Why? - [Jennifer] I don't know.

He used to say, uh,

"Not every shoe has to have a mate."

- Okay. - [Jennifer] Yeah.

Well, he was weird. Even back then.

Hey! You checking out?

Yeah. Checking out before I check out.

Charlie Wells and I had a lot in common, both being ex-cons and all.

The only thing I don't want to do that he did, is die in a fleabag motel.

I'm gonna get a real apartment, buy some furniture,

- maybe even get a plant. - Hey, don't get too carried away, man.

- Try a fern first, they take less care. - So I hear.

- You going into town? - No, the other way.

[engine revs]

Turn the car around, Kellerman.

Where do you think we're gonna have a better angle, Forrest or Orleans?

It don't matter. We ain't going.

[Kellerman] The whole thing's gonna take ten minutes.

[Lewis] We got a report to file. Come on, man.

How often do you see a blast this size?

995 pounds of dynamite.

- Kaboom! - [Lewis] Kaboom?

Kellerman, that's my whole youth you're "kabooming" there.

I know, Maggie Temple, 9A.

- Sally Keeley, 7P. - Marla Kelley, 7K.

I never would have guessed you for sentimental.

Kellerman, let me explain something to you.

I've lived a lot of different places in my life, all right?

Some nice apartments, some not-so-nice apartments.

Lafayette Courts, my parents' apartment?

That was my parents' home, the last real home I ever really had.

Since then, I've been rootless.

- Ruthless? - Rootless! Now turn the car round.

- Come on, man, we're not going. - [Kellerman] We're going.

We're here.

Come on.

Fine, you wanna wait in the car? Wait in the car. I'm gonna watch.

Come on. Come on!

Big old Victorian with a white picket fence,

or a nasty-ass, graffitioned, high rise tenement,

it's still the same thing, murder.

You can't kill a building, Meldrick.

And after she's dead, they're gonna take her

and they're gonna sell her brick by brick.

- Two bucks a brick. Get your bricks here. - [vehicle beeps]

You know, all this moaning for brick and mortar,

- you sound like Scarlett O'Hara. - What's wrong with that?

In a couple of minutes, my whole past is gonna be gone with the wind,

and you want me to watch.

[crowd] Four, three,

two, one!

[crowd cheering, applauding]

Wow.

[upbeat rock music plays]

[song lyrics play]

- Hey, Meldrick, what you got there? - It's a brick, Munch.

- A brick? - A brick.

Collect enough of those things, you could build a barbecue,

- or a house. - [Lewis] Or a home.

[theme music plays]