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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]

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