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[aria in other language plays]

[sirens wailing]

[aria continues]

[horn blares]

Do not move, place your hands
on the steering wheel
of the car.

Do not move.

[officer] Step out of the car.

I am so sorry.

- It was an accident.
- [officer] Hands up, please.

- [woman sobs]
- [officer] Keep your hands up!

She was driving
like a crazy woman!

Step out of the car.
Unhook your seatbelt.

[laughs]
You will have to assist me.

[theme music plays]

[indistinct radio chatter]

Going down, Detective?

Yes. Thank you.

What's in the box?

- My dowry.
- Oh.

Had to clear your things out
of the captain's office, huh?

- [elevator dinging]
- Make way for your replacement?

Uh, what floor, Detective?

Uh, were you given a choice?

Arson? Vice?

Back to Narcotics.

Sex crimes are always fun.

Or if you want, I can see about
placing you in Missing Persons.

We never filled my old position
after I made lieutenant.

I'm going
to the second floor, Gaffney.

Homicide.

I was in Homicide once.

I remember.

Want me to carry that?

- Nope.
- You sure?

It's not too much
for you to handle?

I'm sure.

Sometimes people take on
more than they can carry.

More authority,
more responsibility.

They get by for a while,

but sooner or later
they drop the box.

Or the ball.

Like letting the sniper
kill nine people

before he gets caught.

Letting the same sniper
shoot himself

while he's being arrested?
[laughs]

- [elevator dings]
- Excuse me.

Where were you
when he pulled the trigger?

Get off my floor, Gaffney!

I'm a lieutenant now, Giardello.

That makes us equals.
You cannot order me anywhere.

- Get off this floor!
- So long, detective.

[Gaffney cackles]

Welcome to
the rank and file, Megan.

You okay?

First day of school,
there's bound to be a bully.

Where should I put my stuff?

Well, just leave it
in my office for now.

When I get back
we'll find you a desk.

Why, you going somewhere?

Barnfather, upstairs.

Lucky me.

[indistinct chatter]

Lewis, Kellerman,
you up for a little road trip?

Well, it depends where to.

Hazleton, Pennsylvania,
suit you all right?

What's in Hazleton?

Who. Rose Halligan?

My Rose Halligan?

How many Rose Halligans
are there with husbands

who were bludgeoned to death
three weeks ago?

And we searched the bowels
of Baltimore for that lady.

I'd about given up.

Our colleagues
in Hazleton found her for you.

She drove herself
into a fire hydrant.

Your job is go
and get Mrs. Halligan,

escort her back for questioning.

You think you can handle that?

Pick up a woman
and bring her home?

That's an average date
for "The Kellermeister."

I'd go myself,
except I gotta back Gee
while he's out of the office.

Are you the primary on this one?

[Kellerman]
Yeah, I'm the primary.

Good.

Howard has no sense of humor.

Yeah, she's a sergeant.
She takes herself seriously.

And that's
the worst type of person to be.

- Especially in Homicide.
- What road are we on?

In this job, you gotta be able
to howl at yourself,

or otherwise you die inside.

Wait, if we stay on I-83
we go right through Harrisburg.

Yeah, what's so special
about Harrisburg?

The Enchanted Forest.

- Excuse me?
- The Enchanted Forest.

I went there every year
with my dad

when I was a little kid.

They got Jack's Beanstalk,

Rapunzel's Tower
and the Three Little Bears.

- Three Little Bears?
- Yeah, we-- we gotta turn off.

You have to see this place.

It's Wednesday afternoon.

We're on a work-related mission

involving the careful retrieval

of a violent criminal,

and you wanna stop and see
Goldilocks and the Three Bears.

The coolest thing there
is Neptune's Castle.

How old are you, Kellerman?

Now look, inside they have

this 1,000-pound
swordfish, right?

It's stuffed and it's hanging
from the ceiling.

It was caught
by King Neptune himself.

Right, take Exit 12.

- [Lewis] Nah.
- Come on! Please!

I said no, man.

- Why not?
- Hey, look.

You may be
the primary on this one, okay?

But I guarant-damn-tee you
one thing,

if anything screws up
whatsoever,

if we're even five minutes late,

it's my ass that Howard's gonna
wanna reel in.

Hook, line and sinker.

I never should have
let you drive.

[indistinct chatter]

[distant phone ringing]

Gee still upstairs?

Oh, yeah. Looks that way.

He's been gone for over an hour.

So what do you think?

Is that a good sign
or is that a bad sign?

- I think that's good.
- Yup.

I think that's a good sign too.

So that decides it, right?
Gee's got the job?

Gee's got what job?

Oh, the, uh...

you know.

- Oh.
- Nothing's official.

He went on the interview.

He's been upstairs awhile.

Well, I just hope
he gets down here soon.

'Cause he's got to
assign me a desk.

- Megan, you know...
- Hmm.

...we all know
you've been shafted.

Tim, don't worry about it, okay?

Seriously.

Getting demoted
was the best thing

that could have happened to me.

I have a life now
and I don't have to take

any more crap from you guys.

Hmm. Okay, here's
a frightening thought, okay?

- Gee goes upstairs...
- [Pembleton] Yes?

[Bayliss] Right?

Okay, that leaves
his current position open.

- [Pembleton] Yes.
- [Bayliss] Right.

So, it is up for grabs.

Kay's a sergeant.
She's next in line.

No thanks.

I vote for anarchy.

Maybe I'll fill the position.

Lieutenant Tim Bayliss.

[giggling and snorting]

It kinda has a ring to it,
I think, don't you?

What makes you think
they're gonna use
one of us, huh?

They'll probably bring
somebody in from outside.

You know the bosses.
Someone from another unit?

How's that ring your bell, Tim?

[scoffs] I was just kidding.

Come on, Brodie,
where is the damn...

Hey! Ho!
What's the ruckus here, huh?

- Have you seen Brodie?
- No.

- Hey!
- Look at this.

The kid's got more videos

than I got
at my local Blockbuster!

Well, which one do you want?

Crime scene footage

- for the Krieg trial.
- Krieg?

That's that attorney
that killed his own partner?

Yeah, after a year
of pilfering funds

from their own law firm
to support his junk habit, yes.

She found out he killed her.

Well, I'll help you look.

It's in one of these blue boxes!

Danvers is coming here
in one hour to help me rehearse.

I go on the stand
this afternoon!

All right, calm down,
we'll find it.

[sighs] You know, Brodie,
he doesn't like me.

He knows I need the tape,
he knows it's important.

You ask for something,
you get it.

Pembleton speaks,
he quakes under his cap.

But not for Munch, no.

He probably hid
the video tape on purpose!

Ever wonder what JH stands for?

I'll tell you
what JH stands for.

You wanna know what
JH stands for--

Is that what you're looking for?

You're a goddess.
Thank you, Kay.

[romantic music
and moaning over TV]

Whoa!

Munch, turn that off.
That's disgusting.

Munch, please, huh?

Munch!

Okay, I'm leaving.

Kay, if you see Brodie, tell him
I need that tape, please!

[hits desk] Thanks.

[moaning continues]

Here we are,
beautiful downtown Hazleton.

Look at
this Police Headquarters.

The size of a Gulf station.

It's proportional
to the crime rate.

Nothing happens here.

Yeah, well, our runaway widow's
probably the biggest thing

to hit town this century.

They'll probably be
sorry to see her go.

Hello!

You guys from Baltimore,
here to pick up Rose Halligan?

That's correct.
I'm Detective Lewis,
this is Detective--

- [officer] You can't have her.
- What do you mean?

Regulations stipulate
a policewoman escorts
a female prisoner.

Meet Detective
Michelle Kellerman.

- Hi.
- You're not a woman.

I used to be.

[Lewis]
So as far as I'm concerned,

you ain't got
but four real sports.

Just like you got
your four basic food groups.

You got your football,
basketball,

baseball and hockey.

That's it.

One, two, three, four.

Fishing don't count,

badminton don't count,
volleyball,

ice fishing, skiing, golf.

That's what you call
your hobbies,
your recreational activities.

[Kellerman] Look,
deep sea fishing is not a hobby!

[Lewis] Well, it ain't
a sport, either, sport.

You okay back there?

Is the breeze too strong?
You want me to close the window?

[Lewis] She's fine.
She's lucky she ain't driving
in the paddy wagon.

[Kellerman]
If the breeze is too strong,

I can close the window.

She's happy as a clam.

Ain't you, Mrs. Halligan?

- Is it okay if I talk?
- [Lewis] Sure. Sure.

The more the merrier.

Back there in Hazleton,
they told me to zip it.

Well, you know
those good old boys,

they don't really
appreciate language.

Talk all you want.

[sighs] Arthur wouldn't agree
with either of you.

- [Lewis] Arthur?
- My husband.

Oh, right. The dearly departed.

Listen, I don't suppose
there's any point in me asking

whether or not
you killed him, is there?

- No.
- Right, I didn't think so.

[truck horn blares]

In Arthur's mind, there's
only one sport worth watching,
and that's golf.

- Golf!
- [Lewis chuckles]

I'm gonna have to agree
with Lewis on that one.

Golf is definitely not a sport.

It is to Arthur.

Was to Arthur.

That's one
of the things we started
fighting about, weekends.

Whenever there was golf,
he watched.

Didn't matter what player
or in which tournament.

And that was fine with me,
except on Sundays.

I like to listen to operas
in the afternoon.

Sing along with my records.

Arthur always said
I sang too loud.

I listened when his golf was on.

Arthur told me to keep it down.

That one Sunday, I said no.

"No, no, no, I won't."

Arthur raised the volume
on the television set,

so I turned
the phonograph up and sang...

♪ Louder ♪

Then he upped the volume again
on the TV and I sang...

♪ Higher! Higher! ♪

On and on we went until
the neighbors came knocking.

Mrs. Kateb, next door,
called the police,

said we were causing
a disturbance.

I got so mad.

I broke my La Sonnambula.

I picked up the pieces
and buried them in the backyard.

I loved that record so much.

[sings aria]

So, I am in no mood to get lost.

That next day, which I did,

which is not like me,
not at all.

Night, actually.

Monday nights,
I teach the Purdy sisters.

They live in Eldersburg
out past Randallstown.

They have a beautiful piano.

And they have
beautiful voices to match,

just like little angels.

Takes me 40 minutes
to drive each way.

Worth the trip though
just to hear them sing.

I usually take my own car,
but she's in the shop,

so I had to borrow
Arthur's Buick.

Arthur doesn't like
to loan me his car.

Let me guess, Arthur always said
you couldn't drive?

How did you know that?

We hear about your little mishap
up in Hazleton.

- Mm-hmm? Really?
- [Kellerman] Don't worry.

It's nothing
to be embarrassed about.

I'm sure you're a better driver
than Detective Lewis.

By any chance,

is there a Wiley's coming up
on this stretch?

They make a tuna melt
that is out of this world.

If there's one thing
I will miss while I'm away,

it'll be that Wiley's tuna melt.

[Kellerman]
I think there's one in Timonium.

You don't suppose
we could stop for supper?

[Lewis] No.

We got a rendezvous
with Sergeant Howard.

Sergeant Howard.

Anyway, I borrow Arthur's Buick,

I'm on my way
to Eldersburg and I get lost.

Which, as I mentioned,
I never get lost.

Arthur even says that I have
a good sense of direction.

Can't steer too well,
but I always know
where I'm going.

This time, though...

it's raining, it's dark.

I lose my bearings,

turn off the beltway too soon,
I suspect.

Now it's 7:30.

I'm lost, I'm late for my lesson

and I promise you
I am never late.

I have been late
maybe twice in my life.

It's my policy.

See, I think you can tell
a lot about a person

by how prompt they are.

Whether they are early, late,
or right on time.

Early is best.
Right on time is uptight.

And late is downright rude.

Especially when
you get paid by the hour.

I did not want to keep
those students waiting.

- [Lewis] Ma'am? Ma'am! Ma'am.
- Yes?

I don't mean to be
rude or anything,

but could you give it a rest?

Excuse me.

My partner gets
these headaches, migraines.

They're very painful.
They make him a little snappy.

- I'm talking too much.
- Yes.

That's what
the police in Hazleton said.

Arthur, too.

Entering Harrisburg. Hmm.

Don't even think about it.

Arthur always said
I talked too much.

Well, why not?
We're way ahead of schedule.

We got time to spare.

Arthur said I was a chatterbox.

What about
Mrs. Halligan, here, huh?

You ever think about that?

We got a wanted felon
in our midst.

Where is she gonna go?
Right, Rose?

I would like to use the toilet.

[indistinct]
All those in favor of stopping.

That settles it.

Detective Munch,
how would you describe security

at the parking garage
where Emily Marech was murdered?

Tight. Only employees
of the law firm had access.

And how do the attorneys
at Creek, Whites and Marech

get into the garage?

Can you describe the system?

The employees have
computerized parking passes,

small white cards.

They hold them
in front of a monitor.

And the gate opens.

- Is this one of those
parking passes?
- It is.

Do you recognize
this particular pass,

the keychain attached?

I do. It was at the crime scene.

Lying behind the left rear wheel
of Marech's Mercedes.

We believe the assailant
dropped it as he fled the scene.

And does this card correspond

to a particular parking spot,
Detective Munch?

Space number 103.

And who parks
in space number 103?

The defendant, Samuel Krieg.

And where in the garage,
exactly is this parking space?

One floor down
from the crime scene.

Nowhere near
where you found the pass?

No.

The technicians at the lab found

only one set of fingerprints
on this card.

- Is that correct?
- Yes.

And whose prints were they,
Detective Munch?

The defendant, Mr. Krieg.

- How'd I do?
- Excellent.

You might want to
take your glasses off.

Jurors like to see eyes.

Other than that,
don't change a thing.

We'll show Brodie's videotape
of the crime scene

to back up your testimony
about the parking pass.

So, Ed, it's kinda fun putting
other lawyers in jail, huh?

See you at the trial, Munch.

[distant phone ringing]

[Brodie clears throat]

[Brodie sniffs]

Detective Munch?

What's the matter, Brodie?
You call me Detective,
I know something's amiss.

No, it's about the tape
that you need for court today.

- You lost it?
- No, I didn't--

I told you to keep it
in a safe place, didn't I?

- The-- the tape is right here.
- Oh.

All I'm saying is,
we need to discuss it.

Okay, discuss.

[typewriter clacking]

Alone.

Alone.

You got me so jacked
about this tape,

I wanted to check it again.

Make sure everything was there,

all the footage was there
and nothing was screwy.

- And?
- Well, see for yourself.

What's wrong with this picture?

- Shaky camera work?
- Yeah, I wish.

I don't know.
It looks fine to me.

Well look again,
behind the back wheel.

Look closer.

The parking pass.
Where's the parking pass?

It's not there.

Of course it is.
I saw it with my own two eyes.

- Rewind!
- I'm telling you,
this is all I've got.

It's not there.

It was right...

here!

Right here!

The first thing I noticed
when I got to the scene!

What's it do, disappear?

Look, I got there
after you, remember?

By about ten minutes?

Remember Officer, uh, Thorne?

The rookie with the big ears?

Well, after I looked at this,
I went to go talk to him,

cover my ass
before talking to you.

Turns out, he took the pass.

Took it?

Yeah, he put it in a baggie

and took it to his squad car
for safekeeping.

And that was before I even
got there and got the chance--

All right, all right.
Lose the tape.

- What?
- Lose it!

Erase it! Melt it down.

As far as we're concerned,

the tape never existed, okay?

We show that tape
in the courtroom,

the defense is gonna say
the pass was never there.

Yeah, but what about
all the other evidence?

What about the paper trail,

and there's fingerprints
in the car.

They're gonna claim that
we planted the parking pass,

tampered with evidence.

They'll claim
improper procedure.

Then everything becomes suspect.

You know what that means?

Juries don't trust cops.

Krieg will walk!

I gotta go tell Danvers
to keep that video tape

out of the courtroom!

- We gotta show it.
- Show what?

My tape!

What tape?
We don't have any tape.

Munch! Munch!

[carnival music plays]

[Kellerman] I can't believe it.

What happened?

The swordfish is gone, Mr. King?

Stolen. About seven years back.

- Somebody stole the swordfish?
- Yep.

How do you walk off
with a 1000-pound fish?

[Mr. King] You got me.

I'll never be able
to replace her, either.

They don't grow
that size any more.

[Rose sighs] This is so awkward.

- Don't listen now.
- I won't.

I know you're listening, detective.

I'll turn the tap on, all right?

There, is that better?

What did you say?

I said I can't hear a thing!

- [girl screams]
- Hey.

Weren't you
in that movie Splash?

[chuckling] That's a nice tail.

How do you pee in this thing?

- [girl screams]
- What did I say?

What did I do?

This is the women's bathroom,
you pervert!

- Oh, no, no, I'm a-- I'm a--
- [girl screams]

- I'm a p--
- What's the matter, Jenny?

- It's a crazy man who--
- I'm a cop! I'm a cop!

All right, I'm a Baltimore
police detective.

[Lewis]
Hey, I'm a police officer!

- Sheesh.
- Hey, what's going on?

He attacked me!

Attacked? Attacked?

What are you talking about?
That's crazy talk.

Who are you to flash my mermaid
and then call her crazy?

- Flash?
- Whoa! It's okay, Your Highness.

He's with me.

- What did you do to her?
- Nothing.

I'm in there waiting
for Rose to go to the bathroom.

- Where is she?
- Who?

Rose?

Where is she?

She was right in here.

Well, she's not here
now, is she?

[Lewis] This is all your fault,

we never should have stopped!

You were supposed to watch her!

I didn't wanna stop.

I had a bad feeling about this.

We never should have stopped.

Now Howard's gonna have my ass.

You check the gingerbread house,
I'll check the road.

Meldrick!

- This is ridiculous!
- Meldrick!

I'm not wearing this,
I'm not wearing this!

- Meldrick!
- What?

Come here!

- Ready?
- Yeah.

[sings aria]

[all shushing]

[all] Surprise!

[cheering and applauding]

They-- they haven't--
they haven't said anything.

- Sit!
- [man] Sit, sit, sit!

Here you go!

- Kay.
- Thank you.

[Bayliss]
I'd, uh, like to make a toast.

Hey, hey!

Tim, uh,
would you mind if I, uh...

- Yes, Megan?
- I'm sorry.

Al.

Well, I, uh,
I wish we had champagne.

But coffee, as usual,
has got to do.

To our beloved
Lieutenant Al Giardello.

[Pembleton] Hear, hear!

Who, as of tomorrow,
will be lieutenant no longer.

- Megan--
- Oh, come on now, Al.

Al, I have had
the unique privilege

of working above Al,

below Al, and alongside Al!

[man] [indistinct]

So I think I'm qualified to say

anything I damn well please
about Al.

No, but I will say only this,

that from the moment we met...

he has been an inspiration.

[detectives humming]

With his grace, his insight,
his certitude,

his very presence, he is,

in the true sense of the word,
a leader.

[Bayliss] Stop!
So true! So very, very true!

Very true.

In a dangerous job
in a dangerous city,

and in a sometimes
dangerous department...

- [Bayliss] Mm-hmm.
- [laughter]

...you have made us all feel
a little safer.

And we will be honored
to have you as our captain.

- [Bayliss] Hear, hear!
- [Pembleton] Excellent!

And Al-- Al,

I hope you're as miserable
up there as I was.

[Pembleton] Hear, hear!

Speech, speech, speech, speech,
speech, speech!

They haven't made a decision.

- Speech, speech, speech!
- Speech, speech!

The votes are not in yet.

Ah! Phooey!

So-- so let's hold
the congratulations.

[all oohing]

But it don't mean
we can't cut the cake.

[all cheering]

[Rose]
Either of you boys married?

[Lewis sighs]
I thought we had an agreement.

- No talking.
- [Rose] I'm not talking.

I'm asking a question.
There's a difference.

So, are you married,
Detective Lewis?

No, ma'am.

As my faithful sidekick,
Tonto here, will confirm,

I'm not the marrying type.

Maybe you haven't met
the right young lady.

How about you, detective?

Me? No, I'm not married.

[Rose] Not even engaged?

- Are you engaged?
- [Lewis] He's divorced.

At your young age,
that's a shame.

[Kellerman] Yes, it is.

May I ask why?
Why you separated?

[Lewis sighs] Yeah, ask away.

So now she can talk?
Is that the deal, huh?

She's not talking,
she's asking questions.

Answer the question,
it's a different thing, huh?

And a lot of us wanna know
the answer to that question.

His ex-wife is a terrific woman.

- A terrific woman.
- Yes, I know.

[Lewis] Mmm, mmm.
She was something else.

You weren't unfaithful
to her, were you?

- No, ma'am.
- Not once?

No. Never.

[Rose]
Was she unfaithful to you?

Look, you know,
it's complicated.

I'd really rather
not go into it.

["Ritorna vincitor!" from Aida
by Giuseppe Verdi plays]

The rain's coming down solid
on the windshield.

I can't see a thing.

I pull over to the side,
near the railing.

And the traffic is speeding by.

Now I can't find the road map.

I look in the glove compartment.

All I see is the registration,

Wrigley's gum, a ballpoint pen,

Ar-- Arthur's sunglasses.

I'm wishing he was with me.

Then he could say
what he did with the map,

or at least tell me
how to get to Eldersburg.

Rose, that is not a question.

That is talking,
that is the Gettysburg Address.

I look in the side pockets,
under the seat.

I turn myself around,
and I reach
under the back of the seat.

And that's when I find it.

What, the map?

The hat.

Gertie's hat.

She'd just bought it
that September

at Hippodrome Hatters.

And there it is in the back
of Arthur's Buick.

I'd been ignoring
the signs for weeks...

months.

Arthur putting on
his best polo shirt

whenever we went over
to Gertie's.

Gertie bringing over Hausener's
cream pie night after night.

They wouldn't.

I thought they-- they couldn't.

My husband and my best friend?

But they did.

That hat proved it.

So suddenly,
I'm not lost anymore.

I know exactly where I'm going.

I turn the car around
and head back into Baltimore.

And my blood is boiling hot.

I can't think logically
any longer.

That's how angry I am.

And when I get there,
to Gertie's,

I find them.

Together.

Of course...

now I'm...

I'm sadder than I am angry.

I'm-- the only person
I'm mad at is myself.

I forgave Arthur.

I even forgave Gertie.

I pray to the Lord above
to forgive me.

I killed the one person
I love most in this world.

Rose, are you confessing?

[sings "Ritorna vincitor!"]

You're not gonna sit
there, are you?

As soon as I get rid of
some of this junk, yeah.

Did Gee say you could sit there?

He did. Is that a problem?

Well, don't get too comfy
'cause Stanley's coming back.

Fine. Okay.

But the next time you talk
to your former partner,

tell him that
I said he's a big slob, okay?

Look at some of the junk
in this drawer.

- Okay, so
he's not Martha Stewart--
- No.

Ladies and gentlemen,
could you listen up, please?

I won't keep you long...

but as you finish the day
I thought you might like to know

the name of your new captain.

Now the Commissioner and I feel
confident about our choice,

and trust that
you'll feel the same.

This is a person
whom all of you know.

Many of you have worked with him
closely, one-on-one.

I'm speaking, of course,
of Roger Gaffney.

[scattered applause]

Gaffney?

- Roger Gaffney.
- Ugh!

- Roger Gaffney?
- [Bayliss imitates retching]

Must be the luck of the Irish.

Roger Gaffney's a moron!

It's not luck.
It's nothing to do with luck.

Well, we all know
it isn't merit.

So what, then?

You booted Roger Gaffney
out of Homicide.

[Bayliss] I bet he has pictures.

Hmm?

You know, photographs
of an incriminating nature.

- Roger Gaffney?
- Like what?

Oh, Barnfather
in bed with his mother.

Roger Gaffney called me "boy."

Hey, is Gee okay?

Yeah, yeah, except for the fact

he won't come out of his office.

Coming to work every day

for a man like Roger Gaffney?

I don't think I can take it.

You know, Gee deserved that job!

- That was Gee's job!
- [Howard] Hey, you guys!

- Anyone hear
from Lewis or Kellerman?
- [all] No!

What the hell's taking 'em
so damn long?

I thought
they were in Pennsylvania.

That's what I thought.

[indistinct]

Well, you were right
about that, Rose.

That tuna melt was first-rate.

Well, it's the last one
that I'm gonna be having
for a long while.

Thank you both.

- What about dessert?
- No, not for me.

- I can't eat another thing.
- Oh, come on, Rose.

Huh? A little rice pudding, huh?

We'll split it.

Anything else?

Yeah. Yeah, we'd like
a rice pudding with extra cream.

Three spoons,
and your phone number.

- [waitress] Is that all?
- Yeah.

Where is your ladies room?

It's right there.

Will you be
accompanying me, detective?

Not me. It's his turn.

Look, Rose, just hurry back

or we're gonna finish off
all the pudding, all right?

You're very kind.

She's a nice lady, you know?

Nice lady.

In some Latin countries,
she would've got off.

No kidding. You gonna eat that?

No. Knock yourself out.

Not only would she get off,
she would never even be charged.

See, 'cause what Rose did

is considered
a crime of passion.

It's entirely justified.

- Get outta here.
- No, it's true, man.

It's true.

Say, you fall in love,
right, huh?

If you're in love,
you're allowed
to cross the line.

See, down there,
an hombre comes home

after a long day's trabajo,

and he finds his chiquita,
his amore,

in another guy's gauchos,

he has the right
to take 'em both out.

Kill 'em both.

- Really?
- Yeah. Yeah.

- Read the law, man.
- Hmm.

Maybe I should move to Mexico.

- What?
- Anne cheated on you,
didn't she?

Okay, rice pudding.

Three spoons.

Thank you very, very much.

[indistinct]

Should we wait for Rose?

[Lewis sighs]

She's been in there
a long time, don't you think?

Women take forever.

They have a little more
complicated equipment.

I say we check on her.

Fine. I'm not going.

Why not?
You're a girl, Michelle.

- [chuckles]
- Excuse me.

Could you take a peek
in the ladies room,

and see
what's keeping my Aunt Rose?

- Please?
- Okay.

[Kellerman] Thank you very much.

[Lewis clears throat]

Just wait.

Hey, nobody's in there.

- What?
- [waitress] It's empty.

[Howard] I-- I don't understand.
She escaped?

What do you mean, she escaped?

We mean,
we are here and she ain't.

What, she jumped out
of a moving vehicle,
a middle-aged woman?

- I don't get it.
- The car was parked.

What? Where?

[sighs]
Wiley's Diner in Timonium.

Oh, you stopped for dinner?

What made you think
you could stop?

Well, come on Sarge,
we were starving.

And she had to go
to the bathroom.

You gotta go, you gotta go.

And then she went on
out the back door.

You left her alone?

What were we supposed to do?
Watch?

Did you look for her?

I mean, how far
could she have gotten?

I checked with the cashier

at the Shell station
across the way.

He saw her jump into
a southbound semi--

How the hell
could you let this happen, huh?

You ain't got to holler at us.

We feel bad about this.
Worse than you do.

You want me to stop hollering?

You show me
Rose Halligan sitting

in this squad room,
I'll stop hollering.

Hey, Gee, sorry about
that promotion fiasco.

For what it's worth,
Gaffney is an ulcer.

How did the Krieg trial go?

I made them laugh,
made them cry.

But did you make them
believe that

Samuel Krieg
killed Emily Marech?

Yeah, that, too.

Final arguments later today.
Then the jury deliberates.

I'm not worried
because Danvers is convinced

they'll rule in our favor.

The State's Attorney called
a few minutes ago.

The defense attorney
wants to see

the Brodie footage
of the crime scene.

They sent a subpoena.

Brodie's machine ate the tape.

- Really?
- Yeah, it's unwatchable.

That's not what Brodie said.

Where is Brodie?
Where's the damn tape?

At the courthouse.

You weren't here.
I had him run it over.

Oh, God!

Brodie! Brodie!

- Where's the tape, Brodie?
- It's in there.

I gave it to Krieg's
defense lawyers.

- It's blank, right?
- No.

You didn't erase it first?

No, I gave it to them as is.

You realize what that means?

Yeah, it means I'm doing my job.

No! This is not one
of your grad school

homework assignments.

This is the real thing.

- With real consequences!
- I know.

- Samuel Krieg is guilty!
- I know.

No question
who's the killer here.

Well, then a cassette
can't hurt you.

It can and it will.

They'll throw the whole damn
case out on a technicality!

What's the matter with you?

Look, all I know is
what's on the tape

is exactly what was there
on the ground, in the garage,

the moment I focused my camera
and pressed "record."

I didn't put anything down
or pick anything up.

And it's not my fault
that Thorn took
that stupid pass away!

Hey, he made a rookie mistake.

You and I could have
corrected it.

Yeah, but tampering
with evidence

is against the law.

So is murder!

A guilty man will go free!

No one will pay
for Marech's death.

And it'll all be
on your head, Brodie.

You hear?

How does that make
you feel, huh?

How does that make you feel?

Look, you're asking me to lie,
and I won't.

Now, is that a crime?

Kiss my ass, you naive jerk!

Go on! Get the hell outta here!

[Kellerman] Have you seen Rose
in the last 12 hours?

After her husband passed away,
she left town.

Okay, but as of last night,

we have reason to believe
she's back in Baltimore.

You're one of the people
we thought she might contact.

When she stopped coming to work,

we reassigned her voice lessons.

I took over some of them myself,

but I only know
string instruments.

I can't sing very well.

Mrs. Eagleston, do you know

why we're looking for Rose?

Her pupils have asked me
where she went.

They really miss her.

If you see Rose

or you hear from her,
please call me.

Detective...

Rose called me
about an hour ago.

She asked if she could stay
at my place.

She said her own house
reminded her of Arthur.

- Too many memories.
- She's staying with you?

My husband and I read
articles about Rose,

after Arthur's death.

We know there's some speculation

about her involvement.

So you said no?

It's not that
I believe she did it.

I don't.

It's just that

we just didn't think
it was the best idea.

Do you know where she's staying?

If she'd asked again,

if she'd said had
nowhere else to go,

well, then, of course
we would have agreed, but--

But?

She said it was okay.

She understood perfectly
and she would stay
at Gertie Claymore's.

Gertie Claymore's? Thanks.

[classical music plays]

[aria plays over speakers]

[Rose singing along to the aria]

[Lewis] Hi, Rose.

Good to see you again.

Gertie Claymore's house.

Is she home?

Hello?

Think I could bother her
to use her phone?

Call my sergeant,
let her know we found you?

She was pretty upset
when you disappeared.

I'll be right back.

Why'd you run, Rose?

I had to bring Gertie
back her hat.

Since you ran,
we're gonna have to
keep the cuffs on this time.

[Lewis] Hey, Kellerman!

[Rose resumes singing]

Better take a look at this.

[handcuffs clicks]

[distant sobbing]

[aria grows louder]

Psst.

You just come from court?

Uh-huh.

- And did they reach a verdict?
- Uh-huh.

I brought you a little souvenir.

- You did?
- Yeah.

Add this to your collection.

- What is it?
- See for yourself.

[aria continues playing]

Not guilty.

[cheering and laughing]

[indistinct chatter]

Can I have
your attention, please?

Settle down!

Quiet!

Quiet.

Captain Gaffney
has something to say.

Okay.

I got a busy
first day ahead of me.

I worked six years in Homicide,

that means so I know
some of you individually.

We've collaborated,

most recently
on the White Glove murders.

More important,
I know how all of you operate.

The tricks, the shortcuts,
the smokescreens.

And from now on, folks,
things are gonna change.

For starters, paperwork.

There will be no more messy

or incomplete paperwork, period.

No more filling out run sheets
for your partners.

Case folders
must be kept current,

follow-up reports
turned in on time,

witness statements written down

and put in for typing
that same day.

When I ask to review your files,

which you can be
confident I will,

I expect them to be neat,
organized and up-to-date.

Next, there will be no more
abuse of department funds.

Now, by that I mean

anything from decaf cappuccinos,

to paying off
unnecessary informants

with exorbitant amounts.

No more two-hour lunches
at Jimmy's,

no more shopping for used cars

on your way
to or from a crime scene.

No more borrowing
of department Cavaliers

for personal excursions
or over weekends.

Victim clothing and jewelry
retrieved from the MEs

must be brought
directly to Evidence Control,

not home to your wife
as an anniversary present.

[murmuring] Only person ever
to do that was Gaffney himself.

- [laughter]
- I'm sorry, Detective Pembleton.

Did you have something to add?

I do not.

Good.

You bring me to my next point.

Some people
in this room are very proud

of their theatrical antics
in the box.

There will be no more coercion,

manipulation or intimidation
of suspects.

And last... [chuckles]

but not least...

no more misplacing

of confessed murderers
en route back to Headquarters.

I cannot tolerate
that kind of sloppy police work,

especially not in Homicide.

That's all.

Now, uh, be careful out there.

Quite a speech.

Thank you.

Inspired, impassioned, hypnotic.

Even, dare I say it, zealous?

Yeah, well, whatever.

It went straight to my stomach.

Excuse me.

Congratulations, Captain.

[Gaffney groaning]

[Gaffney] Hey! Hey!

Go home, guys.

[sighs]
We blew the case, Howard.

Perfect opportunity
for you to ream us.

Go home.

Two names up there
instead of one.

Another one dead
because we screwed up.

We all make mistakes, Meldrick.

It's the law of averages.

If I had been there,
it never would have happened.

So go home, guys.

Sergeant's orders.

[Lewis] You see that?

This is a trick. It's a trick.

She's going right in there
to the bosses.

Me and you, we're gonna be
walking the beat, come morning.

We're gonna be
checking doorknobs.

[Lewis sighs]

Annie's name could be up there.

What you talking about?

I came close when I found out
about her screwing around.

Screw--

Who with? The mailman?

No, some doctor she met.

She spent
one too many late nights

at the lab, you know.

I guessed, she confessed.

If I had my gun on me
right then, who knows?

Damn. Yeah.

That's the scary thing
about being a cop, right?

You got this weapon on your hip.

If you think it, you can do it.

Like that.

If someone steals
my parking space,

I think about it.

You know,
but this time I felt it.

You know,
with my heart and my gut,

and my arms
and my legs and my hands.

You know this...

I felt this pressure, this urge.

And then what?

It faded.

I need a drink.

[aria playing]

[theme music plays]