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[Lewis sighs]

[doorbell ringing]

[Carol] I'm just worried
he's getting worse.

He's been down there
for four days,

listening to that damn dog cry.

- [dog barking]
- What, his father's dog?

Max hasn't shut up since...

...the thing happened,
Jake won't talk to me.

Won't talk to anybody.
He won't talk to the kids.

About the only person
he's willing to spend time with
is Edgar's old partner, Augie.

- [baby coos]
- They've been down
there all morning.

[TV show playing faintly]

- Hey, Lewis.
- Jake, Augie.

[sports announcer chatter on TV]

- You having a party?
- Want a beer?

No, it's a little
too early for me.

[sports announcer chatter on TV]

[Lewis] Say, Augie,
weren't you with, what, County?

[Augie] County and City, both.

Tell you one thing, fella,
this city hasn't been the same

since the Jimmy Poulson thing.

Who?

Jimmy Poulson.

Before your time.

Before Jake's time, too.

But at least he knows the story.

Well, now, I best be
headed on down the road.

All right, Augie.

- Going to be around, Jake.
- [Jake] See you later, Aug.

- Who the hell is Jimmy Olson?
- [Augie] Poulson!

- [chuckling] Poulson.
- [door clicks]

Oh, some guy
Augie knew back then.

You know how he loves to tell
those old station house stories.

Yeah.

[Lewis] You going to be
okay with this, Jake?

- [Jake] Yeah.
- [dog barking]

Hey, Jake...

you got to put
all this behind you, man.

The trial is over.

Kenny Damon beat this one.

That's messed up,
but you know how it works.

The guy's a mope.

All right?
Tomorrow he'll be back
out on the street.

He'll catch another charge.

- [dog barking]
- Oh, poor Max.

[chuckling]

He just keeps yapping.
Yap, yap, yap!

[theme music plays]

[office din]

[Pembleton] Whoa, whoa, whoa!

[muffled talking]

Did you see that? Who was that?
Was that Schenker from Tactical?

If that was Schenker,
he bought himself a new shirt.

Cheese steak, extra mushrooms!
Okay.

All right, who's got
the meatball and cheese?

I-- I do. Ri-- right here.

Where's my peanut butter
and mayonnaise
on a toasted croissant?

Here, for the man
who's watching his cholesterol.

- Italian cold cuts?
- Yes, thank you very much.

Tuna with provolone la Mancha!

- Thank you, Frank.
- Hup!

Where's your moustache?

[exclaims] Oh! I--
I'm trying a new look right now.

Well, it's not bad.

[Pembleton groans]

[loud thuds]

[Pembleton] You ordered, um...

cold cuts?

No?

Meatball?

- You always do this to me.
- [Pembleton] It wasn't meatball?

- Was it?
- No one else.

Just me. Just your partner.

You know,
you're starting to display
passive-aggressive behavior.

Yeah, you're trying
to tell me something
by not bringing me food.

Grilled cheese.

- [Pembleton] Well,
that explains it.
- What explains what?

What is wrong
with a grilled-cheese sandwich?

It's-- it's so--

You know, so white boy.

- White boy?
- American cheese, white bread?

You know what I'm saying?
It's such a non-statement.

This is nothing to do
with the sandwich, Frank.

- This is got to do
with you and me!
- No, it's the sandwich.

Just give me my money back.
I want my money.

- Oh, man.
- You'll have to wait for change.

Hey, it's Detective Kellerman,
back from the Badger State.

Hey, partner.
You happy to see me?

So, Mike,
how was your cousin's wedding?

Oh, 15 below zero.

With the wind chill it was,
like, -300, right?

We're standing outside
in three feet of ice,

everyone getting smashed
on schnapps.

It was a Wisconsin wedding
at its finest.

I'm still waiting
for my plumbing to defrost,

so I can take
a decent leak again.

- Hey, Jake.
- How's it hanging, Bobby?

[Russert] Hey,
good to see you, Jake.

It's good to be seen.

There it is.

The space shuttle goes off
in a couple of seconds.

- Hey.
- [Lewis] Hey, Jake.

- Looking good, man.
- Well, I'm feeling
a little better.

I'm sorry the jury
didn't bring it home
for you, man.

That's not on you, John.
You and Russert put together
a good case.

So, back on the clock?

Yeah, it feels pretty good.

Um, you know,
I just had to get beyond it,

back into ordinary life.

Anyway, Lewis, that's for you.

Well, I got to catch
my roll call, so I'll see you.

- Take care, man.
- Yeah, okay, Jake.

What's that?

It's just some, uh, paperwork.

[Munch] It's not going
to blow up, is it?

[police radio chatter]

Yes, indeed.

- Nothing worse than
when we find one out here, huh?
- Oh, it's excellent.

No crime scene,
no physical evidence,

just a body dumped
with the empty cat tins.

- Is the body over here?
- Thank you very much.

This'll be like
an archaeological dig site,

you know,
like the Incan ruins in Mexico.

Crap today, artifacts tomorrow.

Maybe worth gazillions!

You better start saving
for a rainy day.

Here, it's a chair. Hey, Dyer.

Your crime scene, gentlemen.

[Lewis sighs]

[Lewis clicks tongue]
Crime scene?

More like a dump job to me,
no pun intended.

[Dyer] You got
blowback on the ground
from the head shot.

- So he was killed here?
- [Dyer] Yep.

He's laying just as you see him
when he was shot.

[Kellerman] Okay, roll him.

[tense music plays]

- Oh, jeez.
- What?

Well, the good news
is I have no problem whatsoever
chalking this squirrel off.

[Kellerman]
And what's the bad news?

Kenny Damon.

It's the son-of-a-bitch who
killed Jake Rodzinski's father.

Oh, man. The bosses are gonna be
all over our ass.

We better take our time
and do this scene right.

[Lewis]
Most definitely. Okay, uh--

Cecil B. DeBrodie,

start videotaping away
for posterity.

[*]

Where'd you find the slug?

[Kellerman]
A quarter-inch into the mud
beside the victim.

Huh. It's close to pristine.

Good shape, good striations.

Been a while
since I've seen one of these.

- What do you mean?
- This is a .38 short,
round-nose type.

So?

So you don't see
...38 shorts much anymore.

Everything's 9mm, 380, 32.

Janine, fish or cut bait.

Kellerman.

You're only a death investigator

in one of the most heavily-armed
urban environments in the world.

Why bother absorbing
any ballistic knowledge
whatsoever?

You know,
if I ever did learn it,
you'd be out of a city job.

Think on that.

Derringer, here.

- Uh-huh.
- Two-shot, Cooper Arms.

That's your weapon right there.

Who uses derringers?

Riverboat gamblers.

A derringer, huh?

Kenny Damon got whacked
by a two-shot derringer.

I never heard of a drug hit
with a derringer.

It might kill the president
at the theatre, yeah,

but to ace somebody over
a short package of vials, uh-uh.

Well, what do we have here?

It's hard to say,

but obviously
half the city's wondering

where Jake Rodzinski was
last night.

I don't see that.
He's not that type.

Maybe you don't want
to see it, Lewis.

But we've got
to run out that string,

even if it's only
to eliminate him as a suspect.

You getting heat
from the bosses to go after him?

They're nervous about
the appearance of it, yeah.

I don't think
anyone here wants to see
Jake as our shooter.

I mean, come on.
Kenny Damon's been courting
a street hit since grade school.

Yeah, you got that right.

He had everybody
in East Baltimore
pissed off at him

before he was through.

Meldrick, you work that angle.

Mike, you've got Jake.

I want you to work
independently.

Do not share information
with each other.

I want
a Chinese curtain between you.

Now wait a minute,
that's completely unjustified.

We work this case together
just like any other case.

It's not like every other case.

You and Jake have a history.

You testified at the trial.
You found the murder weapon.

Kellerman's clean.
He wasn't around
when all that happened.

So what are you saying?
You're saying
I'm unprofessional, huh?

- Are you saying I'd dump
a homicide case for somebody?
- I am not.

Meldrick, you and I both know

that precious little
in this office stays secret.

If Jake was to find out
where Mike is going
with the investigation

in the wrong way,

we could be compromised
from jump.

So now you're saying
I'd leak information?

Look, this is an order.
You work independently.

I think you're talking through
your stripes there, Sarge.

This ain't right, Howard.

- [knocking]
- [Giardello] Come in.

This ain't right, Gee.
I'm being disrespected
out there.

- [Giardello] Is that correct?
- [Lewis sighs]

How long have I been
murder police? Huh?
I'll tell you how long!

- Five years--
- Ten months.

Green sheets, huh?

The performance evaluations
period ends Friday.

- I'll be writing all damn day.
- [Lewis] Huh?

You have a problem?

Prob-- Well, no. No, no.

It's not a problem really, Gee.
It's, um--

It's a concern, really.

[Giardello]
What is your concern,
Detective Lewis?

- That woman has ordered me--
- You mean Sergeant Howard.

Sergeant Howard has kept it
so I don't have access

to half the case file
on the Damon murder.

That tells me
I'm not to be trusted.

That flies in the face
of everything I've ever--
My mama--

If it were me,
I'd have jacked you
off the case in a heartbeat.

Sergeant Howard felt otherwise.

She did you a favor.

But she's fixed it
so the left hand

don't know what
the right hand's doing.

Come on, Gee.

What have we here?

Meldrick Lewis.

Ah, let's see.

"Works well with colleagues,

knowledgeable
in the investigative process."

Ah, here it is.

"Readily accepts
and responds to supervision."

"Readily accepts
and responds to supervision."

That's-- that's--
that's my green sheet.

I think I made a mistake.

I need an eraser.

I think I made a mistake.

- Do you have an eraser?
- You don't need an eraser, Gee.

[Giardello]
I'd like to have one.

[soft rock playing on radio]

- Hey.
- Hey.

You know I'm hoping you have
better luck than I do.

[sirens wailing]

[soft rock continues
playing on radio]

[*]

[*]

All you cops hated
Kenny too, right?

[Lewis] He was your boyfriend?

My dad thought
he was getting a reward,

whether Kenny got
convicted or not. [scoffs]

He killed that cop's father.

Papers are saying
the police might have killed
Kenny themselves.

You believe that?

I don't know.

Kenny had everyone mad at him.

He turned me out, you know.

When I met him, I looked good.

I did. I did!

I had a job
down at Lever Brothers.
I was doing all right.

Then he started getting me high
and showing me things.

But I'm cleaning myself up.

[Lewis] Yeah, I can see that.

Who else do you know
might have hated Kenny?

[chuckles]

I know he took a G-pack

from one of the crews
selling coke on Dallas Street.

He was supposed
to sell the vials,

but he just got high with them.

The dealer was crying about it,
threatening to kill him.

[Lewis] What dealer?

A short Dominican.

I think his name is Galeno,
or Granillo, or something.

I don't know.

I think I got something.

Kenny Damon stole
a package of cocaine
two weeks ago,

took it from a Dominican dealer,
name of Antonio Galeno.

Now this Galeno guy is telling
anybody who'll listen

that Kenny's got to pay or die.

What?

- Tony Galeno?
- [Lewis] Yeah, Antonio Galeno.

Tony Galeno,
shot dead three nights
before Kenny Damon was killed.

[tense music plays]

Hey, Kellerman.

Detective Rodzinski.
What are you doing here?

Looking for you, Mikey.

I hear you've been asking
questions of people.

You know, so I figure,

hey, maybe I'll just come by
and give you some answers, huh?

It's not personal, Jake.
I'm just working the file.

Oh, yeah, I know you are.
You know, I'm not mad.

You want to know something?

Ask.

[chuckles] Hey,
you want to do this in the box,

we'll do it in the box.

No, hey, I'm serious. Come on.
Let's go in the box.

- Ask away, brother.
- No. We don't need the box.

And we don't need
to talk tonight.
You're lit pretty good.

Go home and sleep.

You know,
'cause I figured if you just
want to know something,

you'd come by and ask.

You know how it works, Jake.

You check your sources,
and then you check the facts,

and then you go
to the guy and talk.

Come on.

- You've been detective
as long I have.
- Huh?

Never got to Homicide, though.

Hey, how you liking it?

Like, what's the difference
between working Homicide

and working Arson?

- Less soot.
- [laughing]

Hey. Hey, you're okay, Mikey.

- Why don't you go home, Jake?
- [Rodzinski groans]

You know, I'm glad that little
bastard got aced, Mike.

You know that.

Pez and I, we were working
when it happened.

And, uh, I know
that if you've been asking
the right questions...

you'll get
the right answers, so.

If you're ready for me,
you just come by and holler, huh?

- [Kellerman] Yeah, I will.
- [Rodzinski] Yeah,
I know you will.

[Kellerman sighs]

[office din]

Good morning, all.

Frank.

Uh, Kay...

I have for you a...

pastry from Muhly's.

From Muhly's? I love Muhly's.

- Yes.
- You're a nice guy, Tim.
What a nice man, huh?

Everyone loves Muhly's.

- Megan.
- Oh, thanks, no, Tim.

- I insist.
- Oh. Well, thank you.

- [Bayliss] Mm-hmm.
- [Megan] How nice of you.

John, a doughnut.

I'm a cop, it's a doughnut.
It was meant to be.

Thank you, Tim.

Mmm!

Thank you.

Mmm! Mmm!

Mmm! Good you're here.

Frank.

Oh, my goodness gracious.

Frank, Frank,
Frank, Frank, Frank!

You know something...

my pal, my partner?

The thing is, you see,
is-- is-- is that when I went
to Muhly's this morning,

and I just-- I don't know,

I just forgot you.

- [Pembleton scoffs]
- Just, I don't know what to say.

[Bayliss] Mmm!

You got powder on your chin.

Yes, I do, Frank.

Hey, how you feeling?

Oh, been better.

Yeah, you were a mess
last night.

Yeah, well.

- So you ready for me?
- [Kellerman] Yeah.

You need the interrogation room?

No. What I need is lunch.

- Yeah?
- [Kellerman] Yeah.

How about Lewis' place?

[Kellerman] The Waterfront?

No, it's bad enough
I got to work with him.

- I don't want to
eat food that moves.
- [Rodzinski chuckling]

[foghorn blaring]

Thanks.

Um, the vehicle logs say
you checked out
a surveillance car,

a green '95 Lexus, at 6:00 p.m.

And your partner was driving
the unit's Cavalier.

Why'd you take two cars?

Well, no good reason.

You know, that was a Lexus
that got seized

in those joint raids
with the DEA,

and it's just been sitting
down in the motor pool
ever since.

I guess I just wanted a chance
to test drive a $60,000 car.

- [Rodzinski chuckles]
- You thinking of buying a Lexus?

Yeah, on my salary.

No, I just wanted to see
how it felt.

You know, it's a beautiful car.

So, then,
you drove in separate cars

to the surveillance
in Highlandtown.

- What time did you get there?
- About seven.

[Kellerman]
An hour to Highlandtown?

Well, we stopped
for dinner first, you know,

at that pit-beef stand
on Pulaski Highway.

And then you sat
on your suspect's house 'til...

You and Pez,
'til three in the morning?

Yeah, we were getting tired
of missing this guy.

You know, he kited
$70,000 worth of cheques
from Unified Fidelity.

He's been on the run
for four months now.

If we don't catch him soon,
my sergeant's going to have
my ass.

You know how that goes.

And Moyles from the Southeast,

he saw you
at 2:30 in the morning

when he was walking his post.

- Yeah, I mean,
you talked to him, right?
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, Moyles saw us.
I mean, we saw him.

You know, Pez flagged him down
to say hello.

It's a good thing
that he saw you.

I guess so.

Helps with the alibi.

- John.
- Thanks, Tim.

[Bayliss] Mm-hmm. Megan.

Okay. Anyone else?

Hang on.

No problem. I'll get my own.

[Kellerman] So you got stuck
with the Cavalier?

And Jake took the Lexus.

He wanted to take
that bad boy for a ride.

- [Kellerman]
It's a beautiful car.
- Yes, it is.

And then you went
straight to the surveillance?

Uh, no, we stopped to eat.

- Burgers, right?
- No. Pit beef.

Out Pulaski Highway.

[phone ringing]

It was a grilled cheese.
Get a grip.

It wasn't the sandwich, partner.

- [McCadden] That's it?
- [Kellerman] Yeah, that's it.

Well, that wasn't too bad.

Huh. See you around.

- Okay
- Hey, Tom.

- [phone ringing]
- [quiet conversation]

So, how does it feel so far?

So far,

I can't say I have
much of anything
to be concerned about.

But?

But I want to go
a little deeper.

What's bothering you?

Well, Jake and his partner
tell their story in stereo.

- As if they've been rehearsing?
- Yeah.

I mean, I'd expect that even
if they had nothing to hide,

but it's just--

Another thing,
Jake used the Lexus they have

down in the motor pool
for his surveillance.

Now he told me he just wanted
to take it for a spin.

- [Howard] So?
- So, how the hell
are you gonna do

a surveillance in Highlandtown
in a $60,000 luxury car?

I mean it just,
it doesn't exactly blend in.

I mean, if you're trying
to get the drop on a suspect,

you don't want
the whole neighborhood
to see you on the street.

So you think they used
the Lexus for something else?

- [Kellerman] Possibly.
- As bait?

It's possible.

I want that car processed
for evidence.

I already sent some lab techs
down to the motor pool.

Good. Stay on it.

I know this must be difficult,
but I've gotta ask you

if he's been himself lately?

I--

- Does he talk about the case?
- I can't.

Has he said anything to you
about Kenny Damon
getting killed?

My God,
you think he did it, don't you?

- No, I didn't say that.
I just need to know what--
- [car horn honking]

[brakes squeaking]

- Jake.
- What the hell is this, huh?

- Get gone!
- Jake, don't!

- It's just business, okay?
- No, this is my business.

Now you get the hell away
from my wife!

- Get inside.
Get inside the house!
- Jake!

Look, Jake,
if this was your case,

you'd work it the same way,
you know that!

No, this would not be my case,

because cops
don't dog other cops.

You got any more questions,
you talk to the FOP lawyer,

'cause I'm done with you,
Kellerman.

Get in there!
What the hell is this, huh?

- What are you thinking?
- [Carol] I didn't--

[office din]

[typewriters clacking]

The lab report on the Lexus
has only smudged prints
on the door handles

and in the interior,
so that's worthless, but...

- [paper ripping]
- ...look at this.

Now what do you guys
make of that?

Defense wound?

Yeah, if this was
a cutting maybe,

but this is a shooting, remember?

Looks like a run-of-the-mill
skin scrape to me.

- I'm thinking handcuffs.
- That's a reach.

Yeah, I know,
but what better way
to keep the victim subdued

than let him think
he's just being arrested?

I mean, this piece
of crap got locked up

once a month
whether he needed it or not.

He's not gonna battle
once he's cuffed.

So they cuff him,
they bring him to the dump.

That's another reason
they gotta cuff him.
They got two cars out there,

the Lexus and the Cavalier.

That means
there's only one of them
in the car with Kenny

should he decide to break bad.

Now, you cuff him
to a back armrest,

he's not going anywhere.

It's a workable theory,
but that's all it is.

Okay, so why do you bring
the victim to the dump at all?

Why not just kill him
where you find him?

Because if you get
the guy off the street,

you can take your time,
you can enjoy it.

This wasn't a robbery,
this was payback.
This was personal.

Now they found
two bullets, right?

One in the guy's head,
and the other one
from within the ground.

Now what does that say?

Hm, that he either flinched

or they used the first bullet
to scare the hell out of him.

This just doesn't sound right.

I feel the same way.

Well come on,
what does it sound like then?

It sounds like a drug execution.

[Howard] Lewis has been
chasing that end for days.

So far, a lot of possibilities,
nothing solid.

Besides, who does a drug hit
with a derringer?

What?

Firearms lab said
the shooter used a derringer.

I thought it was a .38.

- [Howard] No.
- No, unfortunately
I'm beginning to see it.

A derringer, my God!

Well, I'm missing something.

Yes, about 20 years.

When I came on in '68,
the city was literally burning.

Guys went on a patrol
armed to the teeth

for fear of coming up short,

backed up in a fight with
nothing left in their arsenal.

The old-timers told us
to carry a derringer.

A little extra something
in case you fired your six shots

from your service revolver
and needed help.

Derringers
were departmental issue?

Not exactly.
It was a different time.

You did what had to do
and you worried about
formalities later.

The old-timers would say,
"I'd rather be judged by 12
than carried by six."

You carried a two-shot, Gee?

A Smith and Wesson single shot.

Kay, ask Meldrick
to step in here.

If Edgar Rodzinski
was on the streets in '68,

my guess is he carried one, too.

So, you're all taking
a shot at Jake now?

We're gonna take a shot at Jake.

In the absence
of any other theory,

we're gonna press his alibi
and see if it snaps.

Why we gotta see if it snaps?

I mean, why should we care
if his alibi snaps?

I mean, what possible
point can there be

to solving Kenny Damon's murder?

The guy's a chump.

The guy's a chump
whose destiny

is to catch a bullet
from somebody, some time.

Now, I personally
don't think Jake
had anything to do with it,

but I also
don't give a damn who did!

Names stay red
on that board all the time.
Why not Damon's?

You think I knew
I'd be going after a cop
when I caught this case?

I don't give a damn
about this piece of crap.

I'd love to drop the file
and not have every detective

on the floor looking past me.

Detective Lewis,
I'll leave it to you.

If you can speak the words,
if you can tell everybody

in this room what is it
you want to do and why?

[sighs] I was just
blowing off a little steam.

You know, I'm out there and
I see y'all in here sitting here

trying to fit this to Jake,
and I--

I know!
I feel like I need a shower.

Maybe you wanna take a pass
on this one, Lewis?

I never ducked
a call in my life.

[Kellerman] Ancient history.
You're gonna be back
in microfilm on this one.

[officer]
"Edgar Joseph Rodzinski?

Retired 01.14.85."

I need the complete
personnel records,
green sheets,

disciplinary record,
medical history.

- Everything.
- What for?

And I need it in an hour!

[officer] You just made
the top of my list, Kellerman.

I mean, I know
Kellerman's handling it okay,

but it's gotta hurt.

You start off
trying to confirm the alibi,

and you end up
running another cop down.

[Pembleton] Well,
a case is a case.

- You can't mean that.
- Look, I don't sit in judgement.

I close cases.
Kenny Damon is a case
like any other.

You know Frank,
sometimes I wish
I had your single-mindedness.

Tim, let me see the A-section.

I'm reading the A-section.

- Let me see the local section.
- I'm reading that too.

Tim, may I have
the feature pages?

Okay.

You're not giving them
to Frank, are you?

No.

This is infantile.

There are those that will say
that the grilled cheese sandwich

is one of those
populist creations
that made America great.

I think that that
is overstating the matter.

But I can recall a day,
oh not so very long ago, when--

[chuckling]

So how long
are you gonna keep this up?

Well, I'm just
getting to him now,
so I'm having fun.

[Kellerman] Hey,
can you guys help me out?

- What's up?
- I need you to search
for any reference

connecting Edgar Rodzinski
to a .38 Cooper Arms derringer.

Well, that's a long shot.

Yeah, it's a long one.

Here I present to you
the years 1955 to 1969

and you can have 70 to 85.

- Enjoy.
- Ooh fun.

Hey, Mike. Jake is off today.

I sent Lewis and Munch
over to his house.

McCadden is downstairs.

We'll jack him up first,
we'll see what gives.

Great. Okay.

[angry barking]

[tense instrumental plays]

This was my other favourite.

SIG Sauer.

German made, 14 to a clip.

Feel that trigger pull.

[distant phone ringing]

- [clicks]
- [Carol] Jake.

- What?
- Phone.

Yeah.

[dog barking]

Yeah, I heard you.

Those rat bastards
went down to Cheque and Fraud.

They yanked Pez upstairs
for questioning.

[dog barking]

You're advising me of my rights?

Like I'm some dumbass
who doesn't know the routine?

Call the damn FOP lawyer,
'cause I'm not saying a thing.

You got nothing.
You got less than nothing.

That's very persuasive,
but you cuffed him.

You cuffed him for the ride.

That little scratch could've
happened 19 different ways.

And you know it.
Call the lawyer.

We're laser printing the car.

- Huh?
- If we find Kenny Damon's print

anywhere on that vehicle
and you're done.

You don't have prints.

If you did, you'd have thrown
the report in my face.

Who you kidding, Howard?

Call the lawyer.

[Kellerman] You want a lawyer?

Mm-hmm.

[barking viciously]

[tense music plays]

Joey, pick the crayons
up off the floor.

Joey,
don't make me ask you again!

Jake! What are you doing?

Take the kids
down to the basement!

- What are you doing
with that gun?
- Just do it.

- Jake?
- You do it now!

Come on, Joey.

[gun cocks]

[Carol] Hurry!

- [loud bang]
- [screams] Oh, My God!

I don't mean
to break up this party, but--

Sit tight.

Call the lawyer, damn it!

Hey, Al.
Looks like you were right.

There was a police-involved
shooting in May '65.

Edgar Rodzinski
wounded a burglary suspect

in an alley off of West Lombard.

The shooting
was ruled justifiable,

but he got a reprimand
and lost four vacation days

for using
an unauthorized firearm,

a Cooper Arms two-shot.

Yeah, so, suppose
a bullet was recovered?

What are the chances
it's still in Evidence Control

30 years later?

Non-existent.

Except for unsolved cases,

old bullets get tossed
within a year.

Would he know that?

How often does
a Cheque and Fraud detective

deal with ballistics?

- Exactly.
- Hell of a bluff.

We don't have anything to lose.

I just need somebody
to go down to the Firearms Lab

and tell Janine
we need 238 short rounds.

You know,
the one from Damon's murder

and then any other spent bullet
of the same calibre and make.

I'll get someone on it.

He's gone.

She's around back.

She's gardening?

You're looking more
like Jimmy Poulson every day.

Kiss my ass!

[soft sobbing]

[sobbing]
He wouldn't stop barking.

Ever.

Jake comes out and tells me

to get the kids
and go downstairs.

I ask him why, and he said,
"Just do it."

I swear to God I didn't know

if he had it in his mind
to kill us all.

I come out back
and Jake's just standing there

talking about
how Max missed Edgar,

and not to worry
because he's with Dad now.

- Where'd he go, Carol?
- I have no idea.

He did it, didn't he?
He killed that guy.

I don't know.

Sure you do.

[Kellerman] Game's over, Pez.
We'll get you that lawyer now.

What the hell are those?

[Kellerman] Those are bullets.

This one came out
of the mud in the landfill

and this one came out
of Edgar Rodzinski's

Cooper Arms derringer
back in 1965.

It's been down
in Evidence Control

waiting all this while for
someone to find a use for it.

Actually, I think
that this is the one
from the landfill,

you know, it's so easy
to get these confused.

Yeah, seeing as the two bullets
are exactly alike.

Yeah.

You're done!

You know, we don't even need
a statement from you.

We're gonna get you
that FOP lawyer,

and then we're gonna
drop kick your ass
over to Central Booking.

That's it!

The boys in the bullpen find out
you're a city detective,

they'll sell you for parts.

- Bull!
- [Kellerman] Bull?

- This is all bull.
- [Kellerman] Okay,
I'll show you bull.

Hey! Bayliss!

Call the FOP
and get this hump a lawyer.

- Wait!
- [Kellerman] What?

Wait.

I'm looking for
10 to 15 on second degree.

And if I give it up,

I do my bit in a Federal
facility under a new name.

We'll talk to Danvers.

The bastard thought
we were putting

some lame-ass car charge on him.

We drove to the dump.

Dragged him out,

Took the cuffs off.

Jake wanted to use
his father's two-shot.

He put one in the ground
by Damon's ear,

gave him something
to think about.

That punk started to beg.

But the second shot...

it was all she wrote.

Sounds cold, Pez.

Yeah, well...

I know I'm supposed to be
feeling something.

But I don't.

The mope had it coming big time.

So call Danvers in here.

But I'm not signing
my Miranda waiver

until my deal is inked.

You know, Pez...

it's bad enough
that you did the murder.

But then for you to sit here

and give your partner up
in a heartbeat...

I don't like you
from either end!

[tense music plays]

[*]

Hey, Lewis.

Jake.

Pez gave it up, huh?

Yeah.

I should've left him out of it.

Done it my own self.

I used my dad's two-shot.

You know, it saved his life
once back in the '60s,

back when he still
used to push a radio car.

- A burglar jumped out--
- I read the report.

Yeah?

You dug that up, huh?

That's--

That's good police work.

Kellerman found it.

Yeah, well,
Mike's a good man too.

You want me to do myself?

Just get in the car, Jake.

My dad always loved coming here.

[judge] Will the defendant
please rise and face the jury?

How say you?

We find the defendant guilty

- on all counts, Your Honor.
- [people clamoring]

[judge] Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

on behalf of the Circuit Court,

I want to thank you
for serving as jurors.

You are now dismissed.

[*]

[office din]

Hey Tim, we're going over
to The Waterfront for a taste.

- You come with?
- Oh, no, no.

I got a prosecution report
to type up.

Well, suit yourself.

Grilled cheese.

[distant phone ringing]

[office din]

[exhales sharply]

Apology is accepted.

[drawer rattles]

[Lewis] So one jury lets a guy
like Kenny Damon skate,

and then does the right thing
on the next one.

What's up with that?
There's no justice
out there anymore.

It's a crap shoot.

It's always been a crap shoot.

Hey Gee.

Does the name Poulson
ring a bell with you?

- Jimmy Poulson?
- Yeah.

Poulson was a policeman
in the Northwest

around '73, '74.

During that time
a cop named Reinman was killed

during a traffic stop.

And every cop in the city
was hunting the shooter.

And the rule was then

if you ran into him
on the street,

you killed him.

No questions asked.

So what about Poulson?

Poulson was a good cop.

But he had the misfortune
of cornering the Reinman shooter

in a Pimlico alley.

[Kellerman] And?

And he let him surrender.

I was working
Tactical during the time,

and I was in the district
station house

when Poulson
brought the shooter in.

So what happened?

Turned him over
to the desk sergeant,

and a number of Reinman's
friends grabbed the shooter,

dragged him out of the lock-up,

took him back
into the cell block...

and beat him bloody.

Ever since that day,
not one cop,

not one cop
spoke a word to Poulson.

Man!
Here's to the good old days.

[Gee] Yeah.

I don't agree
with a lot of those things
that happened back then, but...

back in the '70's, '60's,

if you even dreamed
of killing a cop

or one of the cop's relatives,

you woke up and you apologized.

Jimmy Poulson
and Jake Rodzinski,

both of them
born at the wrong time.

One of my worst memories...

well, it would be
back in the Northwest,

and standing
in the parking lot...

and listening to those cops
beat that prisoner in his cell.

And hearing him
scream for justice.

Just screaming for justice.

And I remember this...

this sergeant
laughing and saying...

"There ain't no justice here.

It's just us."

But nowadays,

thinking about
this Kenny Damon case...

it makes me wonder about us.

[melancholic rock song playing]

[theme music plays]