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[gospel music playing]

It'll be five years ago next month.

It was before you joined the unit.

There was this little girl crying over her father's body.

She was late for church and worried that he'd be mad at her.

It's funny, I can remember all those

people being dragged out on the sidewalk.

How the gas burned my eyes.

That little girl...

I wonder how that little girl is today?

20 people of color died in a subway attack,

for which your husband was convicted.

Five years ago, at Christ Church,

in Madison East End,

a bomb exploded, releasing poisonous gas.

Six black men and women died, including a boy just about your son's age.

Your husband is our main suspect in that bombing, too.

He had nothing to do with it.

- How do you know? - I know my husband.

Why don't you guys just go, now?

Kendall, did your father tell you

why he was going to New York?

No. Now, get outta here.

- Mom, they should go now. - Honey, calm down.

Your husband could not have pulled off the subway attack alone.

Well, I can't help you.

Have you been threatened or contacted

by any of Brian's friends since his conviction?

No, we've not been threatened.

No phone calls.

I don't think you're really telling us the truth.

Well, that's your problem.

[Pembleton] If you're hiding something from us,

or lying to us, you are both accessories after the fact.

We're not lying.

[Kendall] My mom and I would like you guys to leave now.

[kettle whistling]

Is it just me, or are those two people scared to death?

They're sleeping with the lights on, that's for sure.

[theme music playing]

[faint police dispatches]

[shutter clicking]

We left here at what time today?

Um... 7:30.

Okay, it's now 9:55.

Do you get the feeling someone knew we was here and why?

We shouldn't have left 'em.

[Pembleton] Hey, they weren't talking.

Um, where's the son, Kendall?

There was no one here when we arrived.

- Well, who called it in? - Flower delivery man.

Saw the body through the living room window.

The guy's outside.

So there's no entrance or exit wounds,

no blood, no visible signs of trauma.

What do you think?

My guess is heart attack or suicide.

Mmm, this woman was murdered.

If you're so sure, you don't need me.

Why do you think it's a suicide?

Some poisons can cause a massive convulsion,

which would explain the way she fell down the stairs.

- Can I have the body? - [Bayliss] Yeah.

If your husband was sentenced to death, now,

why would you kill yourself and then orphan your son?

Well, Tim, you are the primary

in this quickly deepening quagmire.

I'll leave that question for you to answer.

Thanks. I hope you get polyps.

- You call this in? - Yeah, yeah, I was just

trying to deliver some flowers. Roses.

Did you see anyone coming from this house when you drove up?

Yeah. Yeah, there was a kid running like hell up the block.

He was trying to pull on his jacket as he was going.

[Bayliss] And he came from this house?

I couldn't say. He was half a block...

What did the jacket look like?

Leather, with one of those kidney belts,

like that the old bikers wore.

[Bayliss] Who sent the flowers?

Don't know. You can read the card, if you want.

"Happy 36th, sweetheart. Love, Mom and Dad."

It's her birthday.

Let's go find the kid.

[*]

So when is this show and tell?

Next week, and it's not show and tell. It's Career Day.

Well, she shows you, and you tell. Same difference.

Well, I've been avoiding it for the last three years.

What, you get stage fright in front of third-graders?

Nah, I just don't think eight-year-olds

should hear about what I do for a living.

Hey, I got news for you.

Public school?

Those kids already know what you do for a living.

So you think Brian Egan went to show and tell?

What do you think his ride on the number nine train was?

[buzzing sound]

[indistinct announcement over PA]

Hey, how are you doing? You know this kid?

Seen this, uh, this kid? Hmm?

Hmm? Come on.

Mmm, nothing.

No-- I just, um...

You just what?

Kenny's my friend.

Well, your friend's in deep trouble, okay?

So why don't you tell me what you're trying not to say?

Well, um, he came by here about a half hour ago.

[Bayliss] Mm-hmm.

His-- his hand was bleeding pretty bad.

He said he fell down or something.

[Bayliss] Oh. He say who he was running from?

I don't know.

Where was he going?

I don't know.

Hmm, I see.

Hey, look at me.

Does it look like I believe a word you're telling me?

Huh?

I gave him eight bucks. It was all I had.

[Bayliss] And?

And I think... I think he was gonna try and catch a bus.

[Bayliss] Okay. Thanks.

How'd you cut yourself?

Hmm? Bleeding pretty bad.

[Kendall] Get out of my way! Ah!

We wanna talk to you!

I talk to you, I'm dead.

[Bayliss] Get him out.

He said if I'm caught, my family'll be taken care of.

Who's "he"?

The man who killed my wife this morning.

Your wife is dead?

Yeah.

How do you know that?

- [Egan] I got a call. - From whom?

I ain't saying squat 'til I know my boy is safe.

So you're not just some lone nut, huh?

[Egan] Go down there and get my son.

You give us a name.

He killed her to make sure I wouldn't talk.

Oh, God.

What if he finds out I'm talking to you guys now?

And now my boy's helpless. All I did was what I was told.

The name of the guy!

Get my son out of Baltimore before he kills him!

Are you cops deaf? Get him out of Baltimore!

- Just tell us the guy's name. - [Egan] Get my son out of Baltimore!

- [guard] Hey, hey, easy. - He'll kill Kenny!

Please, get my son out of Baltimore!

Get him out of Baltimore!

Please! He'll kill Kenny!

Please, get him out! He'll kill him!

Get him out of Baltimore!

They should have him stitched up at the Hopkins ER in half an hour.

- You told the uniforms, keep a tight leash on him? - Yup.

They'll take him to Juvenile Detention. We'll interview him there.

Hey, Scheiner, where's Doctor Dyer?

Why do you all call her "Doctor" and me "Scheiner"?

I'm a doctor too, you know!

- Well, yeah, I-- I don't... - In the can.

I already talked to her. Over here.

She was poisoned.

- Self-administered? - Oh, no, no, no.

She almost bit her tongue in half.

The blood was masking this side of the trachea,

where you-- look, you see that deep gash in there?

[Bayliss] Oh, so someone stuck a spoon

or syringe in her throat and poisoned her?

Yeah, yeah. Dyer says that the groove is consistent with an instrument,

which might have been a turkey baster.

- What kind of poison? - Chloroquine, an anti-malarial prep.

The cause of death was intractable hypertension

as a result of chloroquine poisoning.

Pembleton, Giardello's on the phone for you.

Yeah, Gi?

Well, we can't do that right now.

What, we-- we have to talk to the dead woman's son.

Who's here?

[all laughing]

- Hey. - [Curtis] Hi.

[Giardello laughing]

[Giardello] Tell it to these guys, man.

This friend of mine says, "When my time comes,

I wanna go the way my grandfather went.

Just nodding off, peacefully, just like he was going to sleep.

Not kicking and screaming like the other guys in the car."

- [all laughing] - Don't you find that funny?

Well, I'm struggling to maintain what's going on.

Well, it damn near killed me!

Hey, Stephanie Egan,

Brian Egan's wife, she's-- she's dead, right?

Yeah. How'd you know that?

Egan told us.

And how did he know?

Somebody called him.

So what've you guys got so far?

Uh, well, you know, not a lot.

Son was seen running from the house

shortly before her body was discovered.

Egan said that she was killed to shut him up.

So, apparently there's somebody in Baltimore

who's behind that subway attack.

Did he say anything about a poison gas bombing

- at a church down here five years ago? - No.

He told us that as soon as his son is safe, he'd give us a name.

Us as in you, or us as in all of us?

Well, let's find him first, and then argue.

Now, one of you guys should talk to Munch.

Remember, he was the first one to interview Kendall Egan.

I'll do that. You guys go ahead.

[Giardello] I'll keep Van Buren, keep her up to date.

Thanks.

Uh, hey, John?

John. This is Detective John Munch.

- This is Detective, uh... - [Briscoe] Hi.

Lennie Briscoe and Detective Reynaldo Curtis.

These guys are from New York City. It's John Munch.

Yeah, I just wanted to find out what you learned

from the Egan kid when you interviewed him last week.

Sure, I'm just gonna grab a bite to eat at our place.

- You can join me. - Yeah, yeah,

we own a little tavern

across the way, a little piece of America.

- You guys own a bar? - Happy to say.

Oh, wow, I'm jealous. I always wanted to do that.

What, you got a jukebox, pinball machine, everything?

Pool table.

- Pool table? - [Munch] Yeah.

[Briscoe] Are you any good?

Well, I think that you shouldn't play me

unless your ego can handle defeat.

[gospel music playing]

[song lyrics]

[patrons chattering indistinctly]

[woman whistling] Listen up!

Don't anybody pull any crap in here!

This guy is a heavily armed cop.

Oh, you're much better-looking than his last date.

Roxanna Karlan, this is Detective Briscoe, from New York.

- Hi. [clearing throat] - Are you heavily armed, too?

- Can we get some lunch, please? - Sure. What'll it be?

Um, couple of club sandwiches and two taps.

Uh, hey, you're still on the clock.

- I know. I'll watch you drink. - No, not me.

I just got my three-year cake from AA.

Just a club soda with lime, please.

You're either divorced, or you hate who you're married to.

Uh, divorced. You too?

No, me three.

Ah, it's just that you need a jackhammer

to even get a "hello" out of most women in New York.

You know, maybe that's why my first ex-wife Gwen

moved to Manhattan after we broke up.

I can only say she was frigid,

but a beer never got warm in her hands.

Hey, I knew a Gwen Munch.

No, it couldn't have been my Gwen Munch.

She opened a little restaurant in Hell's Kitchen with my alimony.

Talk about poetic justice!

No, no, I used to work out of Midtown South in Hell's Kitchen.

Gwen Munch, five five, auburn hair?

Yeah, blue eyes, loved to watch wrestling?

What was her favorite ice cream?

She hated ice cream. She always ate frozen yogurt.

[Munch sighing]

You slept with her.

Uh, yeah, I guess so.

I'm sorry.

Uh... What-- What about the Egan kid, huh?

You had sex with my ex-wife?

I said I'm sorry, man.

Look, why don't we shoot some pool

and you can tell me about the Egan kid, huh?

Yeah, all right.

These places depress the hell outta me.

[Pembleton] Yeah, you wouldn't think it'd be so quiet.

- [Bayliss] You got children? - Yeah, three girls.

Living proof that angels do exist.

[Pembleton] All three natural births?

One was C-section, the other two were vaginal.

Your wife breast-feed all three?

[Curtis chuckling] Sounds like your wife's expecting, Pembleton.

Oh, yeah, yeah she's due in May. It's our first.

Oh, that's great, man. Don't stop at one.

Well, it's not really up to me, I mean, it's not my body putting

on an extra 40 pounds, or my hips dislocating

during birth, not to mention the episiotomy.

You're glad they ate the apple, huh?

- Hi, I'm Celia Minchin. - Hi, I'm Detective Curtis.

Kendall Egan's in the last conference room on the left.

- [Pembleton] Okay, thanks. - [Bayliss] How's he doing?

Kids get pretty quiet and scared when they come in,

but this one's too quiet.

It scares even me.

I didn't see anything.

You ran.

I was late for school.

- [Pembleton laughing] - You didn't go to school today.

What happened after we left this morning?

Me and my mom wrote a letter to my dad.

[Bayliss] Why weren't you in school today?

I haven't been in school all week.

- [Bayliss] Why's that? - I dunno.

My father's never coming home.

I just thought that--

Were you sticking close to home to keep an eye on your mom?

To protect her?

Mom...

Come on.

You said this morning that you two didn't need any protecting.

We didn't, all right?

After you wrote the letter, what did you do?

Put it in an envelope.

[Pembleton] [chuckling] You know, hey, it makes no difference to me.

You want me to believe you killed your mother,

you just keep copping that attitude!

I didn't kill my mom.

I'm sorry for hiding.

[Bayliss] Yeah, hey. You were at home.

Someone that your mother knew came to the door.

And she let them in.

And, uh... they started, what?

Screaming, fighting?

Something.

And you stayed put. Hmm?

I'm sorry for not fighting for you.

Hey?

You stay in your room?

I was in the basement.

- [Pembleton] Who was it, Kenny? - My name's Kendall.

Who was it?

I ain't saying nothing.

Hey, Kendall. I'm Detective Curtis.

I'm from New York. I know your father.

Yeah, in fact, I saw him this morning.

He doing okay?

[Curtis] Yeah, he's fine.

They're gonna kill him up there, huh?

Lethal injection or something?

Your dad knows about your mom, and...

he's worried about you.

I got three kids of my own, and you have no idea how tough

it is for a mother and father to worry about their child.

It's really, really hard.

Who do we need to protect you from, Kendall?

Where's my mom?

[Pembleton] Your mother is at the morgue.

I want to see her.

Just tell us who killed her.

[Kendall] I wanna see her right now.

And then I'll tell you who killed her.

Alexander Rausch.

He killed my mother.

[*]

[Pembleton] Alexander Nathaniel Rausch,

born 7/21/43 in Amenia, New York.

Only child, graduated West Point, third in his class.

Three tours of Vietnam, a Silver Star, a Bronze Star

with clusters, Distinguished Service Medal.

We got ourselves a real, live Rambo here.

I thought the name Alexander Rausch sounded

familiar for a reason.

I met him while I was in Navy intelligence in Gitmo.

What, were you stationed in Cuba?

Seven months, nine days.

Yeah, Rausch was one of those White House basement

National Security guys who got hung out

to dry over Iran-Contra.

So how come nobody's ever heard of him?

Well, he was Covert Ops.

You never hear about the people doing the really smarmy stuff.

That's how they can keep doing it.

Right, government-sanctioned loose cannon.

Wouldn't surprise me if Rausch had a serious bone

to pick with somebody, after being one-wayed out of DC.

Does that include killing innocent people in the church?

Well, look, you know, some people who come out

of intelligence become real zealots, you know?

Yeah, they've been privy to these secrets

the country keeps, and that can go to your head.

- Information is power. - [Bayliss] And power corrupts.

Rausch is very charismatic,

and has been rumored to be recruiting.

Recruiting?

People who feel that they've been screwed by the system.

You know, the Tim McVeighs of the world.

A guy like Rausch comes along, puts a fatherly arm around

their shoulder and says, "I understand.

It happened to me too. Let's do something about it."

You know, Egan lost his job at the cement factory down here,

ended up taking all kinds of odd jobs just to make the rent.

Fits the profile.

Frank, do you remember, like, I don't know,

a year and a half ago, that state trooper in Missouri

who died from some toxic gas after he pulled over a speeder?

- [Pembleton] Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. - Right, right, right.

See, this trooper opens the door, driver's already dead.

So apparently this guy had been transporting these chemicals,

whatever, and hit a pothole, they spilled over and then...

- [imitating explosion] - Fits the pattern.

- [Bayliss] Right. - Maybe Rausch was responsible for all three.

That trooper died as fast as those people did on that sidewalk,

as fast as that little girl's daddy.

God wasn't returning calls that day.

Well, I got solids again.

I'm off the clock. Roxanne,

- get me a bourbon and ginger ale, please. - [Briscoe] Sorry.

Thank you.

[Munch] So Gwen never talked about me?

She never alluded to the halcyon days

in Fell's Point eating fried dough?

You wanna tell me what the Egan boy said

about his father or something?

She never mentioned those cozy sleigh rides up in the hunt country?

No, John, she didn't.

You wanna tell me what the kid said about his father?

Good stick!

The kid just said the old man was kind of an ordinary guy,

had a couple of regular jobs, that was about it.

That's all he said?

You could've told me that back in the squad room.

Gwen ever allude to the time we made love at Fort McHenry?

Oh yeah, yeah, she did mention that.

She said it was great.

We never were at Fort McHenry!

[Biscoe sighing] Okay, what do you want from me?

We met, things clicked, we spent a couple of months together.

End of story.

It's just that...

we were so in love for a while there.

There's no way you're gonna make that eight-ball, man.

- Is there an ATM machine around here? - [Munch] Yeah. Why?

'Cause you owe me another 100.

[sighing] Are you hustling me?

No, I'm just protecting my ego.

You coax an orgasm out of my ex-wife, which I couldn't do,

so, you know, my game's a little off by that, don't you think?

- Hey, you get anything? - 300 so far.

Hey, not bad, Lennie.

Okay, so we ID'd the guy Egan was talking about.

A Colonel Alexander Rausch.

Pembleton and Bayliss are on their way to arrest him now.

[Munch] You know, there was a picture of Kenny Egan

and some guy in a uniform he called Uncle Alex.

They were standing by this, uh...

boat with wings.

Boat with wings?

- A seaplane. - Better call it in.

[sirens wailing]

[faint police dispatches]

Colonel Rausch!

Stop where you are, you're under arrest!

Colonel Rausch!

[plane engine starting]

[Bayliss] Colonel Rausch!

Stop where you are, you're under arrest!

Marine police units, move in.

Taxiing out of the harbor.

[sirens wailing]

[officer] Can you see him?

Close the door. Cut him off, cut him off!

[officer] He cut his prop. We got him. Move in.

He refused counsel?

- [Bayliss] Yeah. - He give a reason?

Says he's not guilty of anything.

Everyone's guilty of something.

I want a confession!

[Rausch] Nice interrogation room.

Sparse, intimidating. Very effective.

[Bayliss] Thank you. So, uh, Colonel...

you haven't asked us what you're being charged with.

[Rausch] Doesn't matter, really.

[Bayliss] Oh? Why's that? 'Cause you're above the law?

Not legitimate laws.

Right. I know, I know.

You will not be judged by a corrupt judiciary system.

As a Black man, you understand that.

Do you know Stephanie Egan?

- Yes. - [Bayliss] Uh, she's dead.

Yes, she is.

You know who killed her?

Hey, you were in Vietnam, right?

- Three tours. - You contracted, uh, malaria there?

[Rausch] And athlete's foot.

[Bayliss] What is the treatment for malaria?

Rest and fluids.

And chloroquine?

I'm not a doctor.

Ah.

Colonel, you are here because we are

charging you with Stephanie Egan's murder.

- Really? - [Bayliss] Mm-hmm.

Well, now, why is that?

Well, 'cause we have a witness who saw you coming

into the house and heard you yelling at Stephanie Egan.

- That's a tired tactic, Detective. - [Bayliss] Mmm.

He also heard his mother cry for help.

He was in the kitchen when you rang the bell.

And he saw you through the glass in the front door.

You screwed up, Colonel.

'Cause he was hiding in the basement while you killed her.

I could use a glass of water.

Say...

Stephanie's husband, Brian Egan, was an associate of yours, right?

- That's right. - Oh.

How'd you meet?

- I don't remember. - Oh.

- But you liked him? - Ah, we had mutual interests.

Mm-hmm.

Now, do you know that he's up in New York on death row?

Yes.

Why did he go up there and kill all those people on that subway?

Ask him.

[Rausch coughing]

- You feeling all right? - [Rausch] Fine.

You pretty much got the shaft, didn't you?

I took one for the team.

[Pembleton] Broke the law, lied to Congress.

I wouldn't expect you to understand.

All those medals, all that glory,

but you were the whore that didn't get paid.

The system you loved so much crucified you.

[Rausch] Ah, well, that happens sometimes.

Well, can't treat the Bill of Rights like a roll of Charmin.

[Rausch] Changes have to happen.

You mean you have to destroy the village to save it?

- [Rausch coughing] - So you're gonna be the one

to rebuild a better, purer version of this country?

Is that it?

I'm a Band-Aid on a bullet hole.

[Pembleton] And who's bleeding to death?

America.

Do you remember, several years ago,

a church that had a poison gas bomb go off in it?

- Yes. - Do you remember how many people died?

More than a few. Less than a lot.

Six people died. Six African-American people.

And what about that subway in New York?

20 more African-American men, women and children died there.

- What's the reason? - Gee, I have no idea.

Hmm, well, it sounds to me like someone

is trying to bully African-Americans into a fight.

There's a thought.

Hmm. Be an interesting fight.

Detective, it wouldn't take an hour.

That's what you want. Isn't it?

Let me tell you what I want.

I want the mongrels to stop feeding on the hard

work and good faith of the rest of us.

You have a cancer, you cut it out.

And make no mistake, these people are tumors.

They will drag us down with them, and they will kill us.

They've no sense of right and wrong, of good and evil.

And I do.

You sleep safer at night because of me.

And you don't even know it.

Can I get a drink of water?

[Pembleton sighing]

This is what's gonna happen.

From this moment on...

you belong to me.

I'm gonna put you on display.

You and I will be on prime-time and the front page

for months and months and months.

And you're gonna tell everyone exactly what it is you stand for,

so that others can see how much they like you.

Even if they don't know it... yet.

And I'm not gonna stop until your execution.

You will not make me a martyr because I'm a Black American.

You... will be my martyr...

for the truth.

I guess I do need a lawyer.

Oh, yeah.

So?

- I think we need to get this bastard to a doctor. - Okay.

You better hear what she has to say, too.

- Hello, Detective Pembleton, Detective Bayliss. - [Bayliss] Hi.

This is a court order allowing me to take Rausch back to New York.

[Pembleton chuckling] Where's the punch line on this?

I'll go call Danvers.

I don't give a damn what your court order says.

He's ours and he's staying here.

Give the crusade a rest, Pembleton.

- I gotta get ready for court. - [Pembleton] Hey.

He's not going anywhere!

Why don't we just cut him in half? It worked for Solomon.

He's mine.

It's up to the judge, man.

[Bayliss] Take it easy. Hey, Frank, Frank, we got him.

Okay? Worst thing happens, he goes to New York,

then he comes back and he's tried twice.

I don't want him out of my sight until I get what I need.

- Until he's on death row. - Interesting.

- Why's that? - Well, how on the one hand,

you're preparing to welcome your new child into this world,

and yet are able to enthusiastically advocate

the execution of Alexander Rausch!

Now, that is interesting.

[Aandahl] Miss Kincaid?

Your Honor, the District Attorney's Office

of the County of New York would like to remind this court

that the state of Maryland is a signatory

of the Uniform Criminal Extradition Act,

and as such, is bound by the full faith and credit clause,

whereby they are beholden to abide by the petition signed

by the Governor of the state of New York.

[Aandahl] Mr. Danvers?

Our position is we got him, we're gonna keep him.

How eloquent.

Your Honor, we're not ignoring the Uniform Extradition Act,

but Colonel Alexander Rausch has been indicted for

the murder of Stephanie Egan.

He's also a prime suspect in the murders of six people

at a church, five years ago.

His extradition now will cripple the ongoing

investigation to solve those crimes.

[Kincaid] Mr. Rausch is also the prime suspect

in the terrorist subway attack in New York.

After he's tried, we'll send him right back to Baltimore to

answer for his crimes here.

[Aandahl] How soon could you reasonably expect to go to trial?

- Your Honor? - I'm just asking a question, Mr. Danvers.

Relax, count to ten.

Four to six weeks.

You'd be able to find a jury that hasn't heard of this case that fast?

Your Honor, he's here. We are ready to proceed.

I've heard enough.

Go break some bread and make peace.

I'll hand down my ruling in two hours.

- [gavel banging] - [Aandahl] We're adjourned.

- Hi... Hi. - [Kincaid] Oh, hi.

Hi, uh, would you like to go and waste

some of your life with me?

- Sure. - [Bayliss] Yeah?

- Yeah. - [Bayliss] Oh, good.

- You got that? - Yeah, thanks a lot.

Okay.

- Is he gonna live? - Yes, Detective.

He suffered a mild myocardial infarction.

Not his first one, by the way. I've given him nitro tabs.

I need two extra uniforms in here.

You have no appreciation for what I've done?

Not even on an intellectual level?

Clear the hallways, check IDs.

Keeping liberty from becoming a euphemism

at liberal cocktail parties takes sacrifice.

I'd also like to request a 24-hour suicide watch.

Because let me tell you something, my serious friend.

The power of the vote is a romantic anachronism.

No, sir.

You are.

Thanks for the beer.

What... What do you mean?

Bartender said it was on the house.

- He did? - [Curtis] Mm-hmm.

Munch played Briscoe in a game of pool,

lost 500 dollars, and he drained our till.

[Lewis] What?

Gwenny, Gwenny, Gwenny, Gwenny, how could you?

What's your trouble, Munchkin?

Trouble? Ask Lennie.

Mutual acquaintance.

Uh, it brought back some old memories.

He had sex with Gwen.

[Curtis laughing]

So, what do you three big-timers from New York

- think of Charm City? - It's charming.

- Charming. - Charming.

Gotta go back tonight, huh?

I blew my two weeks' vacation at Thanksgiving.

[snorting] You're breaking my heart.

Geez, Tim, why don't you get a room, huh?

Well, this happens to Kincaid all the time.

- She gets more prison mail than Marla Maples! - [all laughing]

Do you have Gwen's home phone number?

[chuckling] I can't believe this drunk broke the case.

"A boat with wings," he says.

Booze, dope and divorce. The hazards of the trade, huh!

Hey, how many divorces do we have at this table, anyway?

- Never married. - Oh. Widowed.

[Lewis] I ain't jumped the broom yet.

- [Russert] Jumped the broom? - [Briscoe] Me, twice.

And I am utterly single.

Stop staring at me.

[Munch] Three strikes and I'm out of here.

Munch makes up for the rest of us.

Married six years, I've got three kids.

At night, when I have dirty dreams, they're about my wife.

- Ah, make me puke! - [Curtis] What?

Oh, come on, you don't come to a "show your warts"

party and have clean skin! It's rude.

- [Curtis chuckling] - Ah, next time, I think I'll marry a cop.

At least I'll know what not to talk about.

Really. No more having to rehash the gory details

of a murder scene at the end of the day.

And them getting mad when you wanna talk about

the little baby in three-day-old diapers

crying over a dead junkie mother.

And no one crying over just another junkie, dead in the gutter.

Angry husbands butchering their ex-wives.

Or describing the autopsy of a child.

- Ain't being a cop grand? - Yeah.

- [Curtis] Yeah. - [Russert] Yeah!

[Lewis] Hey, look, it's Mr. Sunshine!

[group] Frankie!

Oh, no, no, no, I'm tired of being

the only one around here who gives a damn.

You're looking at the new Frank Pembleton,

budding Republican and practicing selfish bastard.

Savior of no one but himself.

Shot of Gold Natty Bo.

- This is the new me! - [Russert laughing] Oh, yeah.

Careful, Frank! You know, some day you're gonna run

for Mayor and rue those words.

Doctor check Rausch?

[Pembleton] Yeah, he's fine. And in his cell where he'll be staying.

Think you'll win?

I'm sure of it. I bribed the judge.

I told her Bayliss would have sex with her for a favorable ruling.

- [all laughing] - You two-timing pig!

Well, she's naked under those black robes.

[Briscoe] Hey, anyway.

Here's to wearin' a badge, carrying a high-powered sidearm,

and hopefully being right more often than we're wrong.

[Bayliss] Ah. Hear, hear! There, there!

Rausch is going back to New York.

We lost.

Judge Aandahl found a precedent.

I'll meet you guys back in New York.

Hey, thanks for the beer.

Gwen... I still love you.

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So you lost, huh?

Ah, but you'll be back.

Maybe. Maybe not.

Anything happens to this man,

I'll hold you personally responsible.

Oh, get in line. You won't be the only one.

Relax, Pembleton.

We've kept high-profile suspects alive in the past.

He just wants to do Larry King with me.

[announcer] Your attention, please.

Amtrak train number 475, Metroliner Service to New York,

Penn Station, will be arriving in 15 minutes.

[Pembleton] Damn!

Isn't that a bitch?

I need some water.

There's a club car on the train.

Detective Pembleton.

- Detective Pembleton! - What?

I... I have but one life... to give.

[Curtis] Holy shit!

- Check the pulse. - Where's the pills?

Where are the pills? Where's the damn nitro?

- He's got no pulse. - [Pembleton] Okay.

[Howard] Someone up there, call an ambulance!

- [Pembleton] Count 'em. - [Curtis] Go.

- Six, seven, eight... - Don't you die.

Don't you die!

[Curtis] Ten.

[Pembleton] Don't you die, you son of a bitch!

- Don't you die. - [Curtis] Breathe! Breathe!

[Pembleton exhaling] Don't you die, you son of a bitch!

Don't you die, you son of a bitch!

- Frank! - Ah! Damn it!

Damn it.

Sorry, Frank.

[handcuffs clicking]

At least you get to bury the bastard.

[Pembleton panting]

No one's ever gonna know what he did.

And what he was.

You son of a bitch...

[Bayliss] Hey.

[Pembleton sobbing] You stupid son of a bitch!

[Bayliss] Come on. Come on.

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