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[clock ticking]

[Bayliss] That is Darryl Nettles. 16 years old.

No permanent address. High-school drop-out.

Late last night, he was arrested for soliciting.

So he's a punk?

We found two ounces of heroin, plus this.

- [Giardello] Rolex. - [Howard] Stolen.

Mr. Nettles has so much going against him,

he decides he's gonna swing a deal with our friends in Vice.

Now, you see all those rings on his fingers?

Each one of those rings belongs to a teenage boy

that Mr. Nettles saw get murdered.

- He "saw" get murdered? - Yeah. Nettles claims that

even though he helped to get the boys,

and to bury them, the actual executions

were performed by a Mr... Robert Bakasik.

And we're supposed to take the word of this creep?

Yeah, Nettles led Frank and I to where the bodies were interred.

It's a field up near Druid Hill Park. So far we've found four.

That's when I figured we should bring you in.

I know you want to leave for your daughter's wedding.

Ceremony's not 'til tomorrow afternoon.

I can-- I can always get a later flight to San Francisco.

- Where's Frank? - Oh, he's still up

in Druid Hill Park, trying to get IDs on the bodies,

see if we've located any more.

Have they picked up this Babasee?

Bakasik. No.

He went to Pittsburgh to visit his mother.

Greater Pitts PD visited the mom,

she says he's in route back to Baltimore.

We were about to head over to his place

- and pick it apart. - Not yet.

If he's on his way home, and he sees activity

around his house, he might disappear.

Set up a stakeout,

and as soon as he walks in the door, take him.

I'll have Nettles shipped over to the Grand Jury

and arrange for the necessary warrants.

Right. We have Nettle on drug possession and stolen property,

- and he confesses to murder. - Yeah.

He thinks because he didn't actually kill anybody,

he should be going up on lesser charges.

Which proves, once again, that crime makes you stupid.

[theme music playing]

[radio static]

[knocking on door]

- Mr. Buxton. - [Buxton] Right. Hi.

Sergeant Howard. This is Detective Bayliss.

Hi, nice to meet you.

Appreciate your cooperation here, Mr. Buxton.

Call me George.

As I explained on the phone, we're just gonna have

to sit here, and observe the house next door, hmm?

[Bayliss] Yeah, and would you please not

mention our presence to anyone?

- Except Cathy. - Who's Cathy?

My wife. She lives here too.

I mean, I could not tell her, but she'll probably wonder what

you're doing in her living room when she gets home from work.

Yeah, how'd you get so lucky to have this day off?

My company was downsizing.

So unfortunately, I now have every day off.

- [Bayliss] Uh-huh. - Where's the bathroom, George?

First door on your right.

- It's a nice house. - [George] Thanks.

We love it. Where do you live?

Uh, Fell's Point. Apartment.

I could never live in an apartment.

I need to know all four walls are mine.

Where does Sergeant Howard live?

Um, I-- Canton. Mmm.

So, what did the guy next door do?

You guys are from Homicide.

I'm guessing he killed somebody, right?

We're really not permitted to discuss an ongoing case.

- Do you know Robert Bakasik? - No. I mean,

I nod hello, you know, on the way to the car, and stuff.

I'd like to ask you a few questions about

what you may have seen going on over there.

Sure. Should I make some coffee first?

Yeah, yeah, coffee, that'd be fantastic.

- I'd like that. - Thank you.

Hey, Kay, uh, where do you live?

Canton. That's what I thought. Right.

- [indistinct chatter] - Hey, how you doin'?

[Pembleton] Okay, give me the pelvis.

Up the spine. Then give me a wide shot.

Show me the whole thing.

Okay.

Okay. We're done here.

This is one, two-- this is eight.

We're going on to nine.

[faint police dispatches]

- [Bayliss] Kay! - [Howard] Hmm?

Do you ever think about quitting?

- [Howard] Quitting? - Yeah. Yeah, you know, Homicide.

Transferring to another unit.

Maybe stop being a cop altogether.

- No. - Never?

No, I love what I do.

Oh, you love standing over decomposing body parts in dark

alleys at four o'clock in the morning, is that it?

You know what I mean. I love... getting to the truth.

Huh.

Why, are you thinking about quitting?

Yeah. More and more.

[Howard] Oh, well how come?

Remember Adena Watson?

Ah, sure, your first case. Never shut.

Yeah.

Risley Tucker, the arabber I always

suspected of killing her, he's dead.

You know, she's eleven years old, and she's raped,

murdered and mutilated, and he dies peacefully in his bed.

At home.

Risley Tucker's dead, so you're thinking about quitting, huh?

[sighing]

Can't stop thinking about that, Kay.

Can't stop seeing Adena Watson's...

face in the rain.

Wounds on her body.

She was so tiny.

I try not to care, you know, it--

I can't not care, 'cause if I actually do stop caring

then I just stop being who I am.

No job's worth that.

- [cups clanking] - [George] There you go.

[Bayliss] Great. That's fantastic.

- [liquid pouring] - [Bayliss] Thanks.

[siren wailing]

I can't just disappear in the middle

of a serial-murder case.

You missed the flight?

You have no ideas how many school recitals

and birthday parties I have missed over the years.

But yeah, Gee, this is your daughter's wedding.

You can't not go to this one. You'd never forgive yourself.

Not go? I wouldn't trade the next three days for anything.

All my kids together in one place.

That hasn't happened since that Easter

after their mother died.

I want Bakasik in custody, Frank.

There's no way I'm gonna miss that noon flight tomorrow.

[Dyer] Hey! Slit throats on all of them.

Clean through, left to right. Very neat.

I'd say you're looking for a razor. Box cutter, maybe.

We know Bakasik's coming back to Baltimore.

We just don't know his means of transportation.

I've called Amtrak, Greyhound, and the car-rental places.

He didn't plan in advance, and he's not using plastic.

Oh, and his driver's license is no longer valid.

It doesn't mean he's not using a car.

He might've borrowed a car, or picked up a ride along Route 70.

[Dyer] Uh, could I get the names of my latest customers?

- No. - Oh. Okay.

John Doe One, John Doe Two...

John Doe Three, John Doe Four...

[clock ticking]

- [doorbell ringing] - [Howard] Hey, Bayliss.

Bayliss! Open the door. It's Lewis.

[Bayliss groaning]

[doorbell ringing repeatedly]

- [Lewis] Hey, hey, hey. - [Bayliss] Hey.

Look alive, the relief has arrived.

All right, Bayliss, you see how Frank is doing.

I'll give you a call when Bakasik shows up.

[Bayliss] Okay. Later, Timmy.

- Brought coffee. - [Howard] Oh, I've had plenty.

What about a nice, fresh Danish?

Come on, you munch and I'll watch.

[door opening]

Well, hello.

My husband phoned me

at the office to tell me you'd be here.

Sergeant Howard. This is Detective Lewis.

Hi. I don't mean to be rude, but I gotta look out the window.

I never liked Bakasik.

He always struck me as, uh, distant.

Strange.

Cold.

I asked your husband a few questions.

I'd also like to ask you some.

What, do we have to testify in court?

- Possibly. - Well, then,

I don't think I have anything to say.

Here you are. Hi, sweetheart.

- Did you meet, uh-- - George, she says

you're willing to testify against Bakasik in court.

Sure. I mean, I don't know how much help I can be to you.

So you testify.

He sees you in court testifying against him,

he gets off on a technicality, he lives right next door,

- George. - Honey...

I don't want to live the rest of our lives in fear.

Honey, listen, look, it's gonna be all right.

No, no. It's one thing to let them in our home,

so that they can catch him.

It's another to put ourselves in danger.

Can we talk about this later?

You always wanna talk about every damn thing later!

I'm sorry, it's been a long day.

[George] Come on, dinner's ready.

Will you be joining us?

[Howard] Oh, no thanks.

We just wanna stay outta your way.

[George] Sure I can't get you some gumbo?

- I make great gumbo. - Gumbo! What--

Hey, uh, no thanks.

We do have our own food. Thanks, anyway.

I sense a tad of tension in the Buxton residence, huh?

[Kay shushing]

[phone ringing]

Hey, how's it going at the Bakasik house?

Oh, it's all quiet. How about you?

Okay. I went down to Missing Persons.

These files are of runaway teens who have either returned home

or have sent postcards from Seattle, or wherever,

and these are missing teens, whereabouts unknown.

I need you to match the dental records

on these with the bodies in the morgue.

- You do? - Yeah, right away.

Uh-huh.

Frank, I don't work for you, I work with you.

- Excuse me? - You never say "please".

You never say thank you.

[papers rustling]

Please don't be an idiot. Thank you.

You see? See, I don't need that.

- I have options. - Options?

Choices. I don't need this job.

There are other places that I could be.

Well, who's keeping you? Go!

- Well, maybe I will. - Well, if you're gonna go, go!

Otherwise, get me the dental records.

In either case, I don't wanna hear about it anymore,

all you do is keep repeating yourself over and over again.

- [Cathy] George-- - You keep repeating yourself

- over and over. - That's because you're not

listening to what I'm saying.

Listen, do you think it's easy

for me to be stuck in this house all day?

Getting rejected every day? "We have no more jobs.

"We're looking for somebody with more experience."

And then you have to come home and nag at me.

- I do not nag. - I'm outta here.

George, don't you dare walk out!

[Howard clearing throat]

[Lewis sighing]

[Lewis groaning]

- [Cathy] Hello. - [Lewis] Hi.

Mrs. Buxton, hi.

- I'm Detective Russert. - Russert?

[Russert] Yeah.

Like the guy on "Meet The Press".

Yeah, actually, he's my cousin.

I watch David Brinkley.

I, um, I wanted to apologize for the outburst earlier.

There's no need, ma'am.

George is a wonderful man.

But losing his job, I-- I guess...

I never realized how much his job meant to him,

to his sense of self-worth, his identity.

Listen to me, jabbering on.

Oh, no, no, you're-- you're nervous.

You're nervous. You got strangers in your house,

you got a murderer next door.

You know, this makes sense.

I'm nervous?

I'm afraid George is never gonna come home.

[Cathy sobbing]

I-- I'll watch for a while.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I came to apologize for making a spectacle of myself,

- and look at me. - [Russert] It's all right.

- It's okay. - I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm-- [Cathy sobbing]

Damn.

- Well, thanks, Meldrick. - [Lewis chuckling]

You know, why-- why is it that people

bare their souls to total strangers?

I mean, I-- I was on the train the other day.

And the man sitting next to me told me his entire life story.

Everything. Every infidelity.

Every lie.

Yeah, I guess you just got that kinda face, huh?

What? You've never had someone completely unknown

to you tell you a secret about themselves?

Nah, only in The Box.

All right, come on, get up. I'll watch again.

- Yeah. - [Lewis clearing throat]

- Megan. - [Russert] Yeah?

Did Bayliss ever mention to you that he was thinking

about maybe leaving Homicide?

- No. - No?

Hmm. Me neither.

I guess he only confides in Kay.

- So that's what's bothering you. - [Lewis] What?

The fact that Bayliss told Kay something

that he didn't tell you.

No, guys don't like

to bare their souls to other guys.

It-- it's just easier to talk to a woman, that's all.

Oh yeah, why? Because we don't pass judgment?

Because we tend to be more open?

Because we come at a problem

from an entirely fresh perspective?

[Lewis] Okay, so I admit,

it grated me the way Bayliss confided in Kay.

But not because it was Kay, just because he didn't come to me.

I mean, what am I, you know?

I'm open, I'm caring, I'm honest, I'm friendly.

- Aren't I? - Yeah, very.

So why don't people tell me their life stories on trains?

Huh? Why didn't Bayliss open up to me?

And Crosetti.

I mean...

I had no idea that Crosetti was going to kill himself.

My own partner, and I had no idea

that he's in that kinda pain.

Why didn't he come to me?

Gaffney's down here hour after hour.

Barnfather is hitting the redial with his phone.

Tell me we're making progress, Kay.

Well, we've ID'd one of the bodies in the morgue

by the dental records, Jimmy Cook.

We got a lot of calls out. We'll have more IDs by tomorrow.

Good, 'cause I'm leaving on a flight early

in the morning for San Francisco.

Very handsome jacket you got on, Gee.

Yeah? You know, Charisse picked this out

for me when she was only eight years old.

Said it made me look like a smarter cop.

- Hey, Gee! - Frank.

Enjoy your baby when it comes.

Time flashes like lightning.

The mother of one of the Bakasik victims

that we ID'd, Cook, heard we were looking for her.

- She just got in. - She's here?

Oh, yeah. She's in The Box, talkin' to Bayliss.

[Bayliss] Your son was found in Druid Hill Park, Mrs. Cook.

The medical examiner estimates that he's been

there for about three months.

Six months ago, he was home.

Yes, um-- Mrs. Cook, I know this is difficult, but you may

be able to help us with our investigation.

Did your son ever mention the name Bakasik?

No... How did he die?

[sobbing] How did he die?

Was he-- was he shot? Was he stabbed?

Well, um...

The details are sketchy.

But there seems to be some indication that, um...

his throat was cut--

[Mrs. Cook wailing]

I hate this job.

[Bayliss sighing]

[clock ticking]

- Uh. What time is it? - [Kellerman] It's midnight.

- The witching hour. - Oof. Wow, he's not back yet.

[Kellerman] Bakasik?

No, George Buxton, the guy who lives here.

- [Kellerman] I didn't meet him. - Me either.

But apparently, he and his wife had a fight.

He left in a huff and he hasn't been back since.

What do you care?

Hey, Megan, do you believe in curses?

What do you mean?

Do you believe that a person has the power to put a curse

on another person, and bring doom and tragedy to their lives?

Somebody put a curse on you, Mike?

Yeah, this gypsy we arrested yesterday put a curse on

my children, my grandchildren, my great-grandchildren.

Mmm.

You're not really worried about this, are you?

No. But it gets you thinking.

- It's my turn. - [Russert] Thank you.

It'd be great to be able to blame all the terrible things

that have happened to you on some ancient spell

you had no control over.

You mean, like, she death of my husband

and my demotion happened because 100 years ago,

some Russert in the old country betrayed a gnome?

Yeah.

My husband died of cancer, Mike.

And my career got whacked by Colonel Barnfather,

whose powers are all too earthly.

[faint car alarm sounding]

Hey...

Mike, have you heard that Bayliss is thinking

of quitting Homicide?

Light just went on in the house.

I'm gonna go round the back.

[panting] Upstairs.

[Russert] Hey!

[Kellerman] Get over here, [indistinct]! Get on the ground!

- Stay down! - You're Robert Bakasik?

- God, no! I'm Pauly Hassett! - What are you doing here?

- I want a lawyer! - [Kellerman] Oh, yeah.

- [Russert] Got him? - Yeah.

All right, listen, I'm gonna call for a car.

Take him out, take him downtown.

Let's get outta here before Bakasik shows up.

Get up. Let's go.

The deal we've worked out with your lawyer says,

you admit to conspiracy to commit second-degree murder,

which carries a sentence of 30 years.

You'll be eligible for parole in six.

- Uh-huh. - In exchange for this,

you will answer all the questions

that these detectives ask you,

and agree to testify in court against Robert Bakasik?

Yeah.

Okay, so, you were caught breaking

into 1107 Roland Avenue.

I heard Bakasik was out of town.

I wanted to get some of my stuff.

Why was your stuff there?

I used to stay with him sometimes.

Oh, what would you two do together?

Would you have sex?

Do drugs? What?

I'd find guys for him to kill.

Does he have to be looking at me?

And how would you do that?

Find guys to kill?

Go to the bus station, or the block, or somewhere.

Start up a conversation.

You know... Cars. Sports.

The Goo-Goo Dolls.

I'd smoke some pot with them, tell them if they want more,

or crack, or whatever, I knew a guy.

Right, and then you'd take them back

to Bakasik's house and he'd have sex with them?

[sighing]

We'd strip 'em naked, and tie 'em up...

and torture 'em.

Finally, at dawn, he'd take a razor

blade and slit their throats.

Why?

- Why'd he slit their throats? - No.

Why did you help him?

He offered me 200 bucks a pod.

That's what he called the guys, "pods".

Money! Money.

Was that your only reason?

No.

It felt good.

The power, it felt good.

[tape recorder stopping]

[indistinct chatter]

- We got two solid witnesses. - Yeah.

Well, all we need now is the killer.

[clock tolling] [cuckoo chirping]

So what's the story on that kid Russert and I picked up?

Well, he spilled his nauseating little guts.

In the two years he was buds with Bakasik,

he killed another 11 teens.

He's gonna lead us to where they're buried,

when Apollo rides his fiery chariot across the sky.

- When Apollo what? - Darn, Kellerman.

A woman like that should not be out at 3 AM.

Well, this whole thing's relatively grisly.

Men torturing and killing teenage boys.

I mean, how often do you hear about women

torturing little girls?

Not unless there's a gingerbread house involved.

And what's wrong with men?

Why do we do such heinous things?

Actually, John Hopkins just came out with a study.

They did some tests on mice.

And male mice, lacking a certain gene,

become relentlessly aggressive towards other males,

to the point sometimes of even killing them.

And their sexual appetites increased,

and they preferred Velveeta.

[Kellerman] That's great. But we're men, Munch, not mice.

"We're men, Munch, not mice." Be great on a pillow.

You don't think much of me, do you?

Actually, I have no opinion of you one way or the other.

You have yet to appear on my radar screen.

Oh, hi-- what happened to the Black guy,

and the woman with wild hair? Sergeant--

They left hours ago.

I'm Detective Kellerman, this is Detective Munch.

You're a friend of Mr. Jim Beam, I see.

[laughing] My wife and I had a fight.

Have you-- did you meet my wife?

- I haven't had the pleasure. - She's a wonderful woman.

She's beautiful, intelligent, caring, funny.

One day, she's gonna find me hanging from a birch tree out back.

Would you like us to give you a hand getting upstairs?

No, I'm-- I'm fine.

Oh, did we catch our murderer yet?

- [Kellerman] No. - No, of course not.

If you had, why would you still be here?

I wouldn't still be here, if I had some place else to go.

They close the bars so friggin' early in Baltimore.

In New Orleans, where I come from,

you can drink straight through 'til morning.

[Kellerman] New Orleans is great.

Yeah, if you like drunks, dirty politics,

hurricanes and zydeco.

- Is either of you married? - No, we're both divorced.

What's it like, being divorced?

It's sort of like New Orleans.

I wanna go apologize to my wife.

Apologize to my wife.

I wanna go apologize to my wife.

I have yet to appear on your radar screen?

[sighing] Not yet. I don't like to get attached to people.

They have a tendency to get suspended, or throw China at me.

[Kellerman] You know, it's not easy being the new guy,

and no one's going out of their way to make me

feel exactly at home.

When do I stop being the new guy?

When the next new guy comes along.

You know, Bayliss was the new guy for four years.

Actually, he just started getting

it down when you came along.

- Oh, and now he's leaving. - What?

Bayliss is quitting. Russert said something about it earlier.

Bayliss is quitting every year.

He gets a bumpy case, a stone whodunit, he's ready

to wrap up his pencil box, move to Calcutta and cure the lepers.

He gets in these existential moods, these blue periods,

where he'll just sit around the coffee room--

Shh! You hear that?

[faint moaning]

I guess Mrs. Buxton accepted Mr. Buxton's apology.

- [George] Yes! Yes! - [Cathy gasping]

[crow cawing]

[clock tolling, ticking]

It's, uh, coffee, doughnuts and The Sun paper.

- You're too good to me. - I know.

- I'll sit. - Okay.

[groaning] I love to read The Sun.

I miss the old Baltimore Evening Sun,

though, the Five Star.

Remember when Baltimore used to have

three different newspapers?

My favorite was the Baltimore News American.

[Munch] Yeah, that was the closest this town

ever got to a tabloid.

[Giardello] No city other than New York has tabloids.

You know, I wonder why that is.

- Hello, I'm Cathy Buxton. - Morning. Lieutenant Giardello.

This is Detective Munch.

I'm going to make some coffee.

- Would you like some? - Uh, I you got it, thanks.

Your husband sleeping?

Sleeping it off.

Were either of you here when he came in?

I was.

Mmm, then you know how drunk he was.

- Detective, could you hear us? - [coughing] No.

You're lying.

[laughing] How could you not hear us?

Well, maybe a little.

- I'm sorry. - No, it-- it doesn't matter.

You see, he thinks because we made love, it'll all go away.

But it's not all gonna go away.

Gee, did you hear anything about

Bayliss wanting to quit Homicide?

I don't know, this is the first I'm hearing of it.

Well, if he hasn't talked to you, it can't be serious.

[Giardello] And if he did?

Well, face it, Gee, last couple of years

around here, we've been losing guys left and right.

Crosetti, Bolander and Felton.

[Giardello] Bolander and Felton are on suspension.

- They'll be back. - I know, I know, but...

Lewis, Bayliss and I own a bar together.

And finally, after a year of blood,

sweat and suds, we're in sync.

If Bayliss goes over to Fraud or Vice or stops being a cop,

that's gotta throw off the equilibrium.

All I know is, you think people are your friends,

but unless you see them every single day at work,

then you don't hear from them altogether.

Hasn't Stan called you since he's been suspended?

- I'm sure he has his reasons. - Stan always has his reasons.

Sometimes I'd like to know what they are.

[sighing] He's my partner. I call.

All I get is his voice on the answering machine.

I feel like Mrs. Buxton, like a married lady

whose husband doesn't realize the pain he's caused.

If it's any consolation, Stan has only called me once.

It's no consolation.

Pull over.

[dog barking]

Out there.

[crow cawing]

Your smoking is driving me crazy.

- Really? - You know that.

- I don't. - I've told you.

- You haven't. - I haven't told you that

your smoking is driving me crazy?

No, no, Bayliss has, of course. And Howard.

But that's because they're former smokers.

- Reformed smokers. - I never smoked.

- No? - No, maybe a while

when I was 14.

Because I thought it was cool.

Well, it isn't cool.

No.

- You're testy today. - I'm not testy.

Yes, you're a little... testy.

Maybe it's the long hours we put in on this case,

or the fact that the killer's not yet returned,

and as a result, you may miss your daughter's wedding.

You're the one that's been testy.

Me?

You've been yelling a lot lately.

At the drop of a hat, you start yelling.

Why would I yell if someone dropped his hat?

Sudden, angry outbursts.

Unconnected, out of nowhere.

Oh, maybe it's the job.

Or maybe you're just anxious about being a father.

Maybe just, I don't know, worried about Bayliss.

Bayliss? Why would I worry about Bayliss?

Because you know that Bayliss is quitting Homicide.

He talk to you about quitting?

Yeah.

Is he serious?

Yeah.

[Cathy coughing] No sign of Bakasik yet?

No.

[sighing] I wish this would just be over.

I'm sorry, I don't mean to be ungracious, but, uh--

Oh, we understand.

You guys sure I can't get you some breakfast?

- [Pembleton] No, thanks. - I made too much oatmeal.

[sighing] He always makes too much oatmeal.

This morning you're lucky I made anything at all.

I'm a bit hungover.

I got a job interview this afternoon.

I got a feeling today's the day my luck changes.

You never know, right? Today could be the day.

Today you're gonna catch Bakasik.

And I'm gonna get a new job.

I gotta go. I'll be late for work.

See you tonight. I love you.

- [Cathy] Walk me to the car? - Yeah, sure.

I'll watch for a while.

It's cold.

Not in San Francisco.

Why don't you just go, Gee?

Why don't you get on the plane, put on your tuxedo,

walk your daughter down the aisle, get drunk,

make a toast, maybe fall in love yourself?

I can't go.

Well, everything here is under control.

As soon as Bakasik gets here, this case is over.

We're gonna get Bakasik.

- You know that. So... - Yes.

- So go! - I can't-- I can't go.

- You can. - I can't, man.

I mean, I-- I don't wanna go.

I don't wanna go.

My daughter Charisse moves to a city 3,000 miles away,

is gonna marry a man-- I never met him.

She didn't ask my permission, or my blessing.

She made up her own mind without consulting me.

Without consulting me!

I mean, she made a decision that's

gonna affect her entire life without consulting me.

Even so, she is your child.

Sometimes being a parent it's a--

it's a pain in the ass.

It is a pain in the heart!

If I were you, I would go.

[Giardello sighing]

Well, we'll see, Frank.

You know, when it is you-- you know,

when your little baby has a mind of her own.

You know?

I mean, you make all the moves for her happiness,

taking her into consideration, and then she grows up

and doesn't take you into consideration at all.

Not at all.

I mean, I can't wait to see how you handle that, Frank.

You're right. It's none of my business.

I'll be upstairs if you need anything.

Yeah, okay.

[clock tolling]

The more I think about becoming a parent,

the more I realize that, um...

it's all about instincts.

'Cause you can't know you're making the right choice,

not for years to come, if ever.

And yet you have this helpless little creature

that needs you to be sure, so you do things, say things,

and eventually, you convince yourself you do know.

You are sure.

You convince yourself that you are in... control.

And when someone says you're not, be it a detective

under you, or your own daughter, you react poorly.

I'm talking theoretically here, you understand?

[Giardello] Well...

Bayliss will be here in a minute.

[Pembleton] I'll be fine.

If you catch this guy, you let me know, all right?

Of course.

I'll see you in a couple of days, okay?

[door closing]

[clock ticking]

[indistinct announcements]

The noon flight to San Francisco, has it left yet?

- [agent] No, sir. - Oh, thank God.

The flight's been delayed. Fog.

Delayed? How long?

They're not sure. Could be all day.

All day? Well, look.

I've got to be in San Francisco in six hours.

I'm sorry, sir. If I were you,

I'd call ahead and tell them you'll be late.

[dial tone]

[gentle piano music]

[Pembleton] This is a nice house.

[Bayliss] Yeah.

[Pembleton] They rent or own?

Own.

Hmm. House this size, how much do you think it'd go for?

- Uh... 250,000? - Really?

- Yeah. - That much?

Hmm.

I would've thought given the way things are these days,

the price'd be lower.

Well, Baltimore's having a banner year, Frank.

Pope visit. Cal Ripken.

- That was last year. - The Browns.

We've got an NFL team again.

The Browns belong in Cleveland.

The Colts belong in Baltimore.

Football teams should stay in the towns they're from.

You know something? You haven't been living here long enough.

Hey, I've lived here ten years!

Still, you don't really see the change, Frank!

You don't see the enormity of the change that has taken place.

Charm City, it's starting to live up to its name.

This from the guy who's practically decided

to take the job in Los Angeles.

I haven't decided anything.

Well, that's not what you said yesterday about this time.

When you and I were standing over the first four graves,

you were pretty serious about running the security company.

Oh, I was...

I am.

Only nothing's decided yet.

I don't know how this whole thing began.

Los Angeles, Frank, that-- that's a great city.

[Pembleton blowing raspberry]

What? Oh, okay, it's okay had its problems recently, right?

But those things only make a city stronger, they only give

their-- their people that live there more resolve.

It's just like here in Baltimore.

So what, you could build a life in Los Angeles?

Sure, you can build a life anywhere.

- Yeah, but-- Los Angeles? - You did it, Frank.

You came here.

You left New York, you started a new life here.

And now you say you'd never go back.

- Yeah. - Hollywood, it could happen.

I could go there and just love it.

This is not about you going to Los Angeles.

This is about you leaving Baltimore.

Leaving the department, leaving Homicide.

[sighing] I need a change.

Yeah, I understand.

The job does suck the life out of you.

Eh, it's not the only thing.

I don't know where Kay Howard lives.

- Say again? - I've never been to her house.

Or Gee's. Or yours.

Never had dinner at your house.

- Never had dinner at yours. - Yeah, but I've invited you.

Oh, let-- let me get this straight.

You're leaving your career here because you don't

get enough dinner invitations?

You know what I'm talking about.

I spend all day with you... and some nights.

Is it really that strange that I would want to spend time

with my wife alone, not passing hors d'oeuvres, fetching drinks?

The guys in Vice... they have barbecues.

Now, when I was with the Mayor's security detail,

we had our own ball team.

Yeah, we played weekends for charities.

I don't know about you, but I don't wanna see

Munch run out a bunt.

My point is those other guys,

they're like a family.

I have never, ever felt that in Homicide.

We are the best, the elite.

But we are not a family.

Yes, we are.

But we're like a real family--

opinionated, argumentative, holding grudges.

Challenging each other.

We challenge each other to be better than we are.

That kind of thing doesn't happen at barbecues,

and ball games.

It happens on the job, where it's supposed to,

on a case, putting down a murder.

The work itself is the most important thing.

What we do is important.

We speak for those who can no longer speak for themselves.

And you're not gonna ever find anything like that...

anywhere.

Not in Vice, and not patrolling the grounds at...

Disneyland.

[Bayliss] Frank. It's him.

Robert Bakasik!

Drop the suitcase! You are under arrest!

Put your hands over your head. Got him, Frank?

- [Pembleton] I got him. - Okay. Okay.

There you go. Okay, got him.

Let's go.

[Bayliss] Good luck on the job interview.

So, you gonna leave?

[sighing] Well...

not until I close the Lambert case.

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