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- [indistinct chatter]
- [shutter clicking]

I'm his trainer, not his doctor.

You found him at what time?

An hour ago, ten o'clock.

I come down to check his times.

And you last saw him alive when?

6:30 yesterday morning.

[indistinct chatter over radio]

And you said
he was a master swimmer?

Mr. Clifford was good.

In his age class, maybe third,
fourth best.

Edward Clifford was world-class.

- What did he swim?
- 100 freestyle, 100 back.

Oh, yeah, I know those lanes.

- You're a swimmer.
- Mm-hmm.

I got something
you'd really appreciate.

He's been hitting 1:10s
consistently in the free.

[Bayliss]
How old did you say he was?

[trainer] 71.

Did you notify his family?

He has no family.

Edward Clifford
was married to the water.

Hey! I'm ready to go fishing.

Yeah. All right, check
the top of this guy's head
for a blowhole.

I think our floater here
was part dolphin.

[theme music plays]

[indistinct chatter over radio]

Oh, come on, come on, come on.
Come on, with your left!

Relax inside
[indistinct] sheer hot.

Come on! Come on! Brodie!

That's right.
Keep your hands up.

Come on, come on, come on!
Jab, jab!

Keep it up. Keep your hands up.

Know how to jab! Know how to--

Oh, come on, come on!
Come on, come on!

You gotta stay with it.
You gotta stay with it.

Exercise, Kellerman,

is for someone
with a bad self-image.

It's all eye-hand coordination.

Well, that's easy
for you to say.

Look at my hands.
Look at my eyes.

Okay. Now work with me.

Now, the jab.
It's from your shoulder, right?

You shoot it out, all right?

Now, it's all about
getting a rhythm going.

And when you punch,
twist your hand
just before impact.

The twist gives you more torque.

- Torque?
- Yeah, more power.

- All right.
- Come on.

Even John "The Marauder" Munch
knows this.

Mike, you have a peculiar way

of backhanding
someone a compliment.

Or is it just me,
or was that not a compliment?

I truly respect you.

Hey, Brodie. Brodie!

They need you
up in Mount Washington.

- Here's the address.
- All right.

No, no, no. Come on.

If you don't learn now,
you won't ever.

- She--
- What's he not gonna learn?

Kellerman here has taken on
young Brodie as his protégé.

In a couple of weeks, he'll be
in the ring with Tyson.

I'm teaching "The Bruiser" here
the subtle art of throwing a
simple punch.

Now, under my tutelage,
even the sarge could learn
in a second.

- Even the sarge?
- You're on a roll, Kellerman.

You're saying I don't know
how to throw a punch?

No, I'm just saying I could
show you how to throw it better.

- Hit this?
- Yeah.

Right, but sarge,

you're just throwing it
with your arm.

Right?

You gotta throw
your hip into it.

It's got to come
from the legs, the power.

You hit the bag, it goes "bip."

When I hit the bag,
"Boom! Boom!"

You hear the difference? "Bip."

"Boom!"

Give me a week and I'll have you
hitting like a champ.

[loud thumping]

Not a "bip" in the bunch.

Edward Clifford.

Male. Born 7/7/24.

He's a divorce attorney.

An extremely wealthy
divorce attorney.

He involved himself
in big nasty divorces

of the seven-figure variety.

Which he managed to squeeze in

between international
swimming competitions.

Notorious for
dropping his Speedos

for his
soon-to-be-ex-wife clients.

Look at that body.

He has the muscle tone
of a man half his age.

[Bayliss] Hmm.

I estimate that Mr. Clifford

was dead in the water a day,
day and a half.

[Bayliss] Hmm.

What's this contusion here?

After a certain age,
contusions come easy.

I'll lean against a wall
and I'll turn black-and-blue.

But you said that
this man was in great shape.

Are you gonna run a toxicology?

Is that what
you recommend, doctor?

- Imagine Scheiner in a swimsuit.
- Hmm.

I heard that.

Aw, you'll always be

a beautiful swimmer to me,
Dr. Scheiner.

[tense instrumental music plays]

Because I do my bit
for the planet

by living close to the office,

who does everyone call
when they need something?

Me!

Last week, it was my typewriter,
this week, my VCR.

- No one heard of a requisition?
- [Howard] Oh!

Why didn't I think of that?
A requisition.

I could have filled out
the form during lunch

and dropped it
in the departmental mail,

and then received
a request-received notice, what?

Next month,
and sometime about July,
maybe it would show up?

You know, if you got Brodie
to do maintenance
on his equipment,

then you wouldn't have to be
ransacking my cupboard.

Cambridge Works.

That's high-end
on your salary, huh?

Well it's got
a lot of bells and whistles.

But it's got some miles on it.
I got a deal.

From Kellerman.

Oh, yeah, I bet he's from dough.

If he is, he ain't saying,
which means he probably is.

- Where does this go?
- In the box.

In the box.

I should rent this
to the Department.

Just sign it.

You did the deed. Just sign it.

[laughs] I know what
you're trying to do to me.

Just sign it, all right?

I've got a reputation,
okay, see?

You know what it is?
You don't know what it is.

I've got-- don't--
don't let me go there.

You see this?

See how my knuckles
are straight across here?

You know how much
hitting power I've got?

I mean, I've got torque.
I got mounds of torque.

I got some of this too.

[Brodie grunts]

[Brodie] You did the deed,
now you've gotta pay the price.

Just sign the paper.
You'll feel--

- Hey, Brodie,
playing detective again?
- Hey.

Which mass murderer
is it this time?

Did you get him to confess?

I got him to sign
on the dotted line.

Hate to disappoint you,
but there is no dotted line.

I know. He still signed.

Good work.

See what you're doing to me?

I could lose my job over this.

Hey, Mike.

Nice lunch today, guys?

Um, did we have lunch?

Did we? I don't remember.

Neither of you recall
a chicken burrito?

- What?
- Yeah.

Inside a Tupperware container
in a blue plastic bag.

Which you left
in the refrigerator?

Right. Cough it up.

- [laughing]
- What?

You-- you've been
victimized by the lunch bandit.

[laughs and imitates Pembleton]
"The lunch bandit"?

Yeah, yeah.
This started happening, what?

- Two years ago?
- Yeah, it's still an open case.

Yeah, I've always
suspected Lewis,

because he's always got
things in his mouth.

[Judy]
Bayliss, you have a visitor.

- Okay.
- Excuse me. Excuse me.

So this is some kind of
an initiation, huh?

- Uh-uh.
- Right? Screw the new guy?

I'm the low man
on the totem pole.

The lunch bandit
has purloined from everyone,

from the lieutenant
down to maintenance people.

It's nothing personal.

He's nailed me
three times this week.

[Pembleton]
It's nothing personal.

[man] [indistinct]

This guy's nosing around
my things.

Yeah, can I help you
with something?

Yes, I'm Richard Laumer.

A man was found dead,

floating in his swimming pool
this morning.

One Edward Clifford.

Yeah. How'd you know about that?

I haven't even turned in
my report yet.

I have reason to believe
he was my father.

Well, I was told
he didn't have a family.

Which doesn't mean
he couldn't be a father.

- It doesn't, no.
- Or that he wasn't murdered.

What makes you think
he was murdered?

I told him I would kill him.

Sit down.

You told him
you were going to kill him?

But I didn't kill him.
But I didn't kill him.

I didn't kill him.

How do you know
Edward Clifford was murdered?

We don't even have
a confirmation.

He could've died
from a simple heart attack.

The autopsy
will tell you different.

In what way different?

To have a heart attack,
you have to have a heart.

I believe Edward Clifford
was my biological father.

And now that he's dead,
I need to know the truth.

I need a DNA fingerprint
on Edward Clifford.

It's to be matched, or not,

with the contents
of this envelope.

My own.

There's a lab,
Baltimore RH Typing,

98% accuracy,
results in three days.

But if you have the clout
to push the pedal to the metal,
you can get it in 24 hours.

We can't do this.

See, this doesn't fall within
the scope of our investigation.

It will, when you get
the autopsy results.

And I've also included
a home video.

Might bring you a laugh.

It's from my real father,
the man who raised me.

He died almost
a year to the day.

Where exactly
is it that you work?

You're a cartographer.

I'd been fascinated
with maps since I was a kid.

Well, why is there just
a phone number
on this card, hmm?

I'm out in the field,
here, overseas,

95% of the time.

- Doing my surveys.
- Where's home?

Any place that has clean sheets,

a decent hamburger
and a waitress with nice gams.

So if it's determined that

this Edward Clifford
was murdered--

Odds are it will.

So who would want to kill him?

The man who raised me
as his son.

My legal father.

The man
that you say died a year ago.

Almost to the day.

Watch the tape.

I have to get back to work.
I'm still on the clock.

So this waitress
with the nice, um...

- Gams.
- [Pembleton] Gams.

Where will she be
serving you this burger tonight?

Could be a hundred places.

This is a great town for leg.

Decent burger's another story.

I'll find you. I don't need
a map for that, do I?

- Hey, Megan.
- Hey, Kellerman.

- What's in the bag?
- What is this, a test?

It's a lemon yogurt
and an orange.

Lunch?

Um, Mike, you want it,
you can have it.

No. Are you gonna put that
in the fridge
in the coffee room?

No, I'm gonna put it in my desk.

Not the fridge?

[scoffs] Nah, not a chance.

Why?

You don't know, do you?

Yeah, about the lunch bandit?

Ah, so you do know.

How come no one's done
anything about this?

In order for us to do
anything about it,

the thief has to be caught,
and we've tried, but no luck.

You've done
a surveillance of the fridge?

- Yup.
- Interviewed possible suspects?

- Yep.
- And nothing?

Nothing.

Well, I'm gonna find this guy.

And when I do,
I'm gonna break his hands!

You know something, Mike?

I believe you,
I see the fire in your eyes.

Good luck.

But, just a thought.

What makes you think
that the lunch bandit's a guy?

See, look at the picture I get
on Detective Munch's machine.

It's like taking off blinders.

Here, pop that one in.

"Last will and testament
of Morris Laumer."

My name is Morris Laumer.

I leave this testament
to my son Richard.

[clears throat]

I have cause to be effected

upon my death,
the creation of a trust.

Which I have located
off-shore in a sovereign nation,

which shall remain unnamed.

Uh, this trust
will remain frozen

for a period of one year,
after which all assets

will become the property
of a sole beneficiary.

Edward J. Clifford...

[shutter clicks]

...of Mount Washington,

city of Baltimore,
State of Maryland.

In the event that Mr. Clifford
shall predecease

the one-year anniversary
of my death,

then all assets
will be distributed

in its entirety
to a second beneficiary.

My son Richard.

Give me the tape.

[tense instrumental music plays]

Judy!

Call the ME Lab.
Tell them we need Scheiner.

If they have to roust him
out of his home,

tell him Bayliss and I
are bringing coffee
and some questions.

There's no answer
on Laumer's number.

Yeah, he finally found
his burger.

Oh, and, Judy,
check on a Morris Laumer.

L-A-U-M-E-R.
Deceased within the last year.

Yeah, now we are looking for
a Richard Laumer.
This is the number he gave us.

Check the criss-cross directory
with the phone company.

See if you can find an address
and do not lose that.

Okay.

A chicken burrito
from Nacho Mama's?

Yeah. And yesterday, crab cakes
from Tame Street.

And the day before yesterday,
pasta from Margaret's.

You eat very well, Kellerman.

- Almost too well.
- [Judy] Gee.

I'm suspicious of any detective
who eats so well.

I find it impossible to believe
that in a squad room

full of the very best detectives
in the city,

nobody's nailed this guy.

I put you in charge.

You find out
whoever the culprit is,

and I'll hold a public execution
in front of Headquarters.

I'm gonna rip his heart out.

Start thinking like the bandit.

- [woman chuckling]
- [Giardello] Captain.

Hello.

Shut the door, Al.

I'm trying to
locate this person.

Maybe the Captain
misdirected you.

The last time I looked,
this was a homicide unit,

not Missing Persons.

I haven't had
my happy pill today, Al.

So go slow.

National Security Agency.

Felicity Fenwick.

Is this some
kind of joke, Gaffney?

Miss Fenwick's no joke.

Uh-huh.

- You are for real.
- I need to find this man.

We have Edward Clifford
dead this morning,

we have a tape
from Morris Laumer saying that

he's giving all his money
to this Edward Clifford.

But if Clifford dies
within a year,

the money goes
to Richard Laumer.

Who says
that both men are his father.

Where is Scheiner?

He said he was gonna be here
ten minutes ago.

He's on his way.
That's all I know.

[Bayliss]
How long can that drive take?

It's not the drive.

It's for him to get
from his bed to the car.

Takes the man 20 minutes
just to pull his pants on.

Okay.

Huh? Okay, this is our guy.

Alyssa, I need a DNA
on Edward Clifford

to see if it matches up
with what is in this envelope.

- Okey-dokey.
- Okay.

So Richard Laumer
shows us a video tape,

which shows that
he had every motive

in the world
to kill this Clifford character.

Too obvious?

Well, why would he help us
connect the dots?

Whatever happened
to bankers' hours?

Thanks.

[sirens wailing in distance]

[whistles]

Detective Munch...

- [knocks on door]
- ...it's Brodie.

[Munch] How did you know
it's me here?

Oh, I have

each and every one of you
detectives' shoes catalogued.

[Munch] I'm busy, all right?

Yeah, I know.

You know you got a bad terminal
on the back of your VCR.

You're the expert.
Do something with it.

[sighs]
Yeah, sure, I can fix it.

I can fix it,
but there's something else.

[Munch]
Repair the whole shebang,

and we'll discuss
the cost later, okay?

It's the serial number plate

on the inside back panel
of your machine.

Brodie, this can wait.

I need peace and quiet

to facilitate
this particular bodily function.

All the numbers
are scratched out, um...

I don't know,
your VCR could be hot.

And there's a little sticker
on the bottom

that says it's "prop--

Arson-- property of Arson."

[Munch] You could've waited
to give me this information.

[sighing heavily] Uh, Brodie?

Are you there?

Brodie, do me a-- do me a favor?

Brodie!

[Bayliss]
He's loaded with cancer?

Prostate.

Typical progression
to the bone, ribs, hips, pelvis.

Uh, is this what killed him?

No, a pulmonary embolism.

Hmm. A pulmonary embolism.
A heart attack?

So you're learning. I'm amazed!

Weren't we thinking
heart attack from the time

we pulled him from the pool?

By all appearances, yeah.

Except for
the contusions on his hips.

We found needle marks.

Did you run a toxicology?

Did I say I would?

Clear presence of steroids.

He was shooting steroids?

Well, that's how he was swimming
those 1:10 frees.

Did his steroid injections
cause the heart attack?

They would make
his prostate cancer run wild,

which in turn,
could cause a heart attack.

He knows he has cancer,

and he's shooting
steroids anyway.

- That suicidal?
- If he knows he has the cancer.

- [Pembleton] If he doesn't?
- [Bayliss] Bad karma.

Well, hang on.
Wait-- wait a minute.

The needle marks
are on his shoulders
and his lower spine.

I can understand how
he can shoot himself in the hip.

But given
his age and body build,

he doesn't have
the flexibility to reach

the shoulders
and the lower spine.

Yeah, so someone else
was shooting him up.

And if this someone knows
he has cancer--

Then we have
a hell of a cute murder.

Gentlemen, a homicide problem.

Kay, are you sure Kellerman's
coming back here tonight?

He said he was gonna
run down a lead on an old case.

Some witness.

But he's gotta check back
into the squad room, right?

[Howard] He said he'd be back.

[sighs] What do you make of
this big confab in the box?

[Howard] Gee says
it's an internal matter.

- Did he say what?
- No.

Well, he should.
You're a sergeant.

You're in a position
of responsibility.

This is an issue of respect.

Did you notice how hostile
Gaffney was to me this morning?

I say hello, he passes me by
like I'm not here.

Do you think
that was intentional?

Can you let me concentrate
here for a second, Munch?

I don't know why I bought
that damn VCR!

I never should've bought
that damn VCR.

Call the Commissioner?
What is it-- is it--
it's a threat?

Well, I don't know, ho ahead.
Go ahead. [chuckles nervously]

Tim.

Hey, Gee, we're right
in the middle of an autopsy,

Gee, and they yank us down here.

I'm asking you to cooperate
with Miss Fenwick, that's all.

[Bayliss] Cooperate?

Cooperate?

[scoffs] We're investigating
a possible homicide here.

Please, Tim, sit down.

Tim.

You know something?

I am Detective Bayliss to you,

Mrs. whatever your name is.

Bayliss,
where is Richard Laumer?

I don't know.

[Gaffney]
Did he say where he might go?

Yeah, yeah,
he said that he was gonna go

get a hamburger
that had some legs on it.

Do not be a smart-ass!

That's what he said!

So what do you take him
to mean by this?

Well, I think
that he means that he had

a kind of a healthy attitude
about life.

Maybe he was talking
in code to us.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Maybe he's talking
in secret stuff.

Richard Laumer has nothing
to do with your investigation.

[Pembleton]
Then why did he walk in here?

- He made a mistake.
- How?

He meant to turn north
but he turned south?

He's a map-maker.

He told you this?

[Pembleton] He isn't?

Yes, he is.

He wasn't supposed to tell us.

Hmm? Come on, Gee.

What is this?

We have been ordered
to assist Miss Fenwick

in finding Richard Laumer.

That's all you're gonna say?

Yes.

I'm here because Richard Laumer
is my friend.

That makes him a little bit more
than a map-maker, doesn't it?

And he is in no way connected
to the death of Edward Clifford.

Oh, yeah. In what way isn't he?

She's from
the National Security Agency.

You have to take
her word for it.

[Bayliss] Right, right.

Then why are we wasting
our time?

[feigns yawning]

Where the hell
do you think you're going?

Home. To sleep.

Since when
do we make deals, Gee?

I mean, I-- I mean,
who is she to come down here

onto our turf
and to make demands?

Al, this is insubordination.

God bless, huh?

Richard Laumer is my friend.

I have to know he's okay.

You do or your honchos
down at Fort Meade have to?

Don't touch that door.
That's my door.

Now you've pissed me off.

You and I,
we're never gonna be friends.

Richard Laumer
is a dependable person.

For him to get up
and leave in the middle of work,

that's not like him.

- Yeah, right.
- Listen for a second.

If you and he
are such good friends,

why didn't he tell you
where he was going?

That's the least
a friend could do, right?

Tell you where he's going.

I'm aware of the tape
he gave you.

Did you find
the tape interesting?

And he left a phone number?

Yeah, but the phone number
doesn't lead to Richard Laumer.

That's why you're standing
in here with me right now.

Hmm? You give me what I need,
and I give you Richard Laumer.

For once, I actually agree
with my partner.

We make no trades.

You'll get
all the information you need

to clear up your investigation.

And that's as far
as your investigation will go,

Detective Pembleton.

Excuse me,
did I hear a threat just now?

[scoffs] What I said and what
you think I might have said

is our individual perceptions.

I have no idea what you think
you might have heard.

Are you implying something
by shutting the door?

I don't like to be threatened.

I'd know better
than to threaten you.

Or even hint at it.

So what could happen to me
if I don't play ball with you?

Why wouldn't you want to?

So you are threatening me?

What would be
the consequences to me?

Is there a menu
that you select from?

I work for
an information-gathering
organization.

It's not the information,

it's what you do
with the information.

Well, what I am saying is,

in the best interests
of everyone involved,

that we foster
a respectful cooperation.

Or else what?

Take me in the back alleys
and give me a bamboo manicure?

I know Richard
will get in touch with you.

Just tell him
I want him to be okay.

[Pembleton]
Nothing's gonna happen.

- You don't think so?
- Not right away.

She needs him. He needs us.

Hey, uh... [chuckles nervously]

...if something
does happen to me, uh...

I want you to go right after
their asses. [laughs]

Is this before or after
I buy the house a second round?

Come on.

[tense instrumental music plays]

We just got off
on the wrong foot.

I couldn't sleep last night,

knowing how
I'd upset your detectives.

Well, in the heat of the moment,
a lot of things get said

that no one really means.

Where were you planning
to have lunch?

I didn't have plans.

Well you have to try
our crab cakes.

I've never acquired the taste.
I'm from Chicago.

- Oh.
- Red meat.

[Gaffney] Hmm.

And potatoes.

Nothing like a good steak.

Helps order
the short-term memory.

So, how about I take you
up to the Polo Grill?

We can have
crab cakes and steak.

How gallant of you.

- [Gaffney laughs]
- Yes, I will.

- [Giardello] Megan.
- Morning, Al.

Megan, you came out
of the Naval Academy,

didn't you?

Yeah, class of '83. Why?

You worked intelligence too,
didn't you?

Four years.

Did you have any overlap
with any of our illustrious
intelligence agencies,

like the CIA, NSA?

Peripheral, when I was trying to
make an overseas connection

to some local
big-time coke dealers.

I want you to make
the re-acquaintance
with whoever you talked to.

I want to find out
everything about this...

Felicity Fenwick.

Distinctive name. Why?

I want to find out
who she is answering to...

who's watching the watchers.

Okay, I'll make the calls.

How are you coming along
fixing my VCR?

What's it gonna set me back?

Nothing.

What do you mean?

It ain't gonna cost you nothing
'cause I don't got your VCR.

Two guys came in here
and took it.

Two guys? What two guys?
You gave them my property?

Hey, these two guys
were big, all right?

They were Official-looking.

And they said
they were confiscating it.

They used
the word "confiscating?"

- Uh-huh.
- I'm a dead man.

This is great. Thanks, Brodie!

You sold me a hot VCR.

[laughs] What?

There are guys
from Internal Affairs now

sniffing around.

Munch, listen to me.
That VCR is not hot, okay?

It was lent to Arson
from Evidence Control.

And then when the squad
got some more equipment,

we had to pass it on.

And I volunteered
to take care of it.

So you volunteered
it to me for two bills?

Look, it is worth
four times that much.

Not if I get jammed for it.

[tense instrumental music plays]

Watching these fish
almost convinces me
there is a God.

Laumer's gonna be here, huh?

Yeah, the number he left checks
out for a public payphone here.

We're being watched.

Wow! We humans,
we could never come up

with the colors of these fish.

Like...

like this ray here.

This ray, this ray
could be our ancestor.

No, no. I know where I'm from.

I'm not from
those things in there.

We're all from the same place,
from the sea.

The percentage
of salt in our blood

is the same as the oceans'.

Yeah.

God is greater
than that we can imagine.

We cannot imagine God,
therefore God exists.

- What?
- Thomas Aquinas.

Oh, yeah, another one
of your hall-of-famer Jesuits.

No, no, he was a Dominican.

The same people
who brought us the Inquisition.

That tail right there,
that looks familiar to me.

[Richard] They're viviparous.

Most rays are viviparous.

They give birth
to live young like mammals.

Some even nurse off
the uterine secretions
of their mothers.

And when they grow up
they become

simple map-makers, huh?

If they're unlucky.

[Megan] Yes, right.

No, no, he knows me.

Yeah, I worked
with him eight years ago.

Megan Russert.

Yeah, R-U-S-S-E-R-T. Right.

No, I'm a Homicide detective
with the Baltimore City
Police Department.

No, no, that's all right.

Oh, no, no, I understand,
believe me.

No, I do, you just have to
establish my bona fides.

Oh, um, oh,
that unit in your agency

doesn't exist
under that name anymore?

So Edward Clifford was murdered.

Well, there's
no determination yet,

but the ME is very curious
about how it's all adding up.

Your friend
from the Agency thinks

very highly
of your map-making skills.

I have a lot of friends.
Which one is this?

Felicity Fenwick.

- She said she's a friend?
- Mm-hmm.

I would have a friend
with a name like that?

Uh, no, actually,
I don't know why

I was transferred over to you,
I really don't.

The woman I was talking to was--

Uh, my-- my name
is Megan Russert.

Russert. R-U-S-S-E-R-T.

Megan.

Three years ago, a few months
after my mother dies,

Edward Clifford contacts me.

He says he has some sensitive
information regarding my father.

So I agree to meet with him.

Were you working
for the NSA at this time?

Yes.

So I meet with Clifford.

He tells me
of his past relationship
with my mother.

He tells me he wants me
to have a DNA test done.

He says he knows
the results already,

but this is for my benefit.

So I turn him down flat.

Out of the blue,
this guy calls you up,

you meet him,
he says he's your father--

Hey, Morris Laumer
is my real father.

I told Clifford, if word of this
ever reached my father,
I would kill him.

Did you ever tell your father
about meeting Clifford?

I never told him of it, no.

Well, of course he knew,
otherwise he wouldn't have made
the tape.

[Richard]
So, if it's determined that

Edward Clifford was murdered,
I'm your only suspect.

[Bayliss] Yep.

[Richard]
Do you have to take me in now?

[Pembleton]
We should, but frankly,

I feel nauseated by this friend
of yours from the Agency.

This woman, I'm telling you,
is no friend.

I've never heard of her.

See, I wanted my friend
to check out a name for me.

Felicity Fenwick.

No, no, I don't know her.

I'm just trying to find out
if a person by this name
works for your agency.

Ru-- Russert.

R-U-S-S-- Yeah. E-R-T.

[Pembleton]
Why aren't your Agency friends

all over you right here now?

If they grabbed me up,
they would know
I would be an unhappy boy.

Then they would have to babysit
my ass 24 hours a day,

seven days a week
for the rest of my life.

Or theirs.

They get nervous
about cranky employees.

Why nervous?
The cold war is over.

- The world's changed.
- Oh, yeah, is that right?

What, did a little birdie
come up and tell you that?

The war ain't over.
It's only half time.

I got one more favor
I wanna ask.

We're doing you a favor.

By not hauling your ass
in right now.

Check on Edward Clifford's will.

I'd be in your debt.

- [Pembleton scoffs]
- Okay.

A minute.

Do these half-time strategies
that are going on

have anything at all
to do with your map-making?

You know what?

I found the waitress,
but not the burger.

You know any place?

[Bayliss scoffs]

Yeah. It's...

it's called The Waterfront.

I'll meet you there later,
all right?

You did what?

[whispering] I rigged my lunch.

What?

[quietly] I rigged my lunch.

You can't blow someone up
over a sandwich.

It's ribs from Hecky's,
totally irresistible.

Gee put me in charge.

He said the thief
should be executed.

[scoffs] But why rig it?
The ribs alone will do him in.

I'm not gonna hurt this guy.

But he will be
wearing a lot of purple dye.

I talked to a couple of guys
downstairs in Robbery

and they hooked me up with one
of those poppers,

you know, that the banks use

as a surprise for whoever
tries to hold them up.

So you know this
and I know this.

Right? It's our secret.

- Okay?
- [Brodie] Munch!

I tried but I can't get
my hands on that VCR of yours.

Shh! Come here!

Go to Evidence Control.
You talk to them about it.

They don't have it.

[Munch] Well, who does?

I don't know, I asked around.
Nobody knows.

[sighs]
If this gets to Internal,

then I've got
a secret for them too.

You'd give me up?

On a platter, with an apple
stuffed in your mouth.

This stays here with us.

- What?
- About my VCR.

What about the VCR?

This conversation
never happened, Brodie.

- About the VCR?
- [Kellerman] There is no VCR.

Because we never talked about
a VCR.

We didn't?

- No.
- We're not here.

And even if we were here,
we didn't discuss anything.

- I'm not here?
- [Kellerman] Right.

- You're not talking to me?
- [Kellerman] Right.

Okay.

Are you okay with this?

Yeah, sure.

Reality is just a guess for me.

Most of the time. I think.

So what judge should I bother
about Edward Clifford's will?

If I were you, Aandahl.
She's always liked you.

There's a lot to like.

- Tim.
- Hmm?

Got a guy in here just confessed

to Edward Clifford's murder.

- [Bayliss] What?
- Some guy named Buster Simmons.

[suspenseful music plays]

What are you doing here?

I-- I told that woman detective
everything I wanna say.

Why don't you give us a recap?

You killed Edward Clifford?

- Yes.
- [Pembleton] Why?

I-- I wrote it all down.

We interviewed you yesterday.

Why are you coming
forward with this today?

I want you to tell me.

You knew about the steroids?

I s-- I shot him up with ten CCs
every other week at the start.

When was this?

When I started, a year ago.

Then-- then he'd swim
and his lap times
would start to fluctuate.

So he has me increase the dose.

15 CCs every week.

Did you know he had cancer?

Or what the steroids
would do to the cancer?

Prostate cancer on steroids

is like putting tomatoes
on Miracle-Gro.

You have the bud of a malignancy
and you want a blue ribbon
at the state fair,

juice yourself up on steroids.

So the case is open
and now the case is closed.

You know, I asked Russert

to make a few calls
down to DC for me.

And an hour later,
Buster Simmons walks in

and wants to make a confession.

A little too convenient, Gee.

[Giardello] Come on, Frank,
it's a new age.

The world's becoming
a perfect place.

- [Howard] Kellerman.
- Hey, sarge.

- You have no conscience.
- Really?

It's bad enough you're pilfering
department property,

and then to turn around
and sell it

to an unsuspecting
fellow detective?

- That's lower than low.
- Now, look.

Munch is not innocent.

Oh, please,
you don't even have to do this.

- You're from money!
- I'm from what?

Where the hell
did you come up with that?

Everyone knows
your family's loaded.

Oh, really?

Well, maybe somebody
better clue my dad in.

Because he's down
at Majestic Distillery,

working double shifts,
packing bottles.

You mean,
you don't come from money?

I'd be doing all this if I did?

Well, I mean...

- Hey, sarge.
- Hey, Munch.

The Arson unit called.

They wanted to thank you
for returning their VCR.

No problem.

Hey, uh, you know,

Kellerman's lunch
is still in here.

Where is he?

Hey, Brodie, don't you work
with us here in Homicide?

I don't?

How is it
that you came to be repairing

the Arson Unit's VCR?

- A VCR?
- Yeah, the one
you were fixing yesterday?

If this conversation
is about a VCR,

we ain't having it.

We're not?

And if we're not having
this conversation,

there's no VCR.

Right.

And somehow, you're still out
$200 to Kellerman on it.

[Munch] You did good, Brodie.

I did? About what?

No, it's okay now. You did good.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Because what you're not
talking about is a VCR

which doesn't exist.

So you're not here

having this conversation
with me, right?

We're not having a conversation
about a VCR, right?

- You want to hear
something frightening, Brodie?
- Yeah.

You and I are actually starting
to understand each other.

If Kellerman doesn't want
his lunch,
I'm gonna have it.

- Brodie, No!
- [ink tag booms and splashes]

[soft rock music plays]

[Bayliss]
Would you like some Blanc?

We have some nice Blanc.

So this? This is it?

This is what you've recommended?

- Hey, hey, hey!
- Yeah! Yeah!

I own part of the joint myself.

How are you doing?

I must be
in the right place, here.

Excellent. Frank, why don't you
lock that up, all right?

- How you doing?
- [Bayliss] Good to see you.

Could I have a bourbon, please?

[Bayliss] Mmm, bourbon.

I thought
you'd want a gin martini.

Isn't that what
you DC-Langley-Fort Meade guys

always have to drink, huh?

My father taught me
never to drink any liquor

that you can see through.

- [Bayliss] Oh.
- So...

Hmm. Which father's that?

DNA results. Very quick.

I guess you guys do have clout.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
We got clout.

But we ain't got no bourbon.

You got plenty of bourbon.

Uh, the Maker's Mark.
I'll take one of those.

No, I don't see any bourbon.

Who's Buster Simmons?

Who?

[detectives laugh]

You NSA boys,

you should
just make it look more real.

Maybe waited a week.

Maybe had someone phone in
a tip on old Buster.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

You don't know?

No.

You should have gotten
the DNA yourselves.

Why did you come to us?
So you have your resources.

Right? You could have just,
you know,

slipped under the door,

gotten the blood sample
from Edward Clifford's body

and then just...
[makes whooshing noise]

...slipped back off
into the night.

This was personal.

Oh, for personal matters,

you operate within
the conventions of the law?

- I'm a citizen.
- No, no, no.

No, you're a spy.
You're a ghost.

You're a six o'clock man.

I draw maps.

[Pembleton] You wanted
Edward Clifford dead.

I draw maps.

For the future.

I project five, ten, 20 years

of how the world
will be configured.

All the countries,
all the borders,

- how they'll shift, based upon--
- Let me let you in on something.

Your buddy, Buster Simmons,
he took the hit for you.

Three to five
for negligent homicide,

so when you collect
on this trust fund,

make sure
you cut old Buster in, okay?

Based upon economic
and political conditions.

The break-up
of the Soviet Union.

I drew that map 15 years ago.
And I was on the money.

- Tim, let me have a...
- Another Maker's Mark, Frank?

- [Pembleton] Uh, yeah.
- Yeah.

- Yeah, I like that.
- Here you go.

[Richard] I thought
you didn't have any bourbon.

You came to us because you had
a moment of guilt.

You were plagued with guilt.

[Bayliss] Because you hired
Buster to kill Clifford.

But the coward
that you really are,
you wimped out.

Mm-hmm.
You were in over your head.

You didn't know what to do.

You played games,
danced us all over the floor.

And all the while, you knew
that we could never touch you.

You were protected.

Yeah, 'cause God knows,

your maps are vital

to the national security
of this country.

I don't know any Buster Simmons.

But you could draw
a map of him, couldn't you?

Here we go.

Edward Clifford
is taking steroids.

Edward Clifford knows
that he has cancer.

But Edward Clifford doesn't know
what his steroids
are going to do to his cancer.

But you and Buster know,
don't you?

I come to you
with a personal matter
that I need resolved.

Did you kill
Edward Clifford for revenge...

or for the trust fund
that Morris Laumer set up?

Which is it?

Whatever you have

that has any liquor in it,
I'll take it.

Morris Laumer
knew Edward Clifford,

that's why
he left the tape for you.

I never told him
of my meeting with Clifford,

out of respect for my mother.

Hmm.

See, Clifford went
and saw Morris,

and spilled the beans.

Tells about his affair
with your mother.

I need a drink.

So Morris,
the good old guy that he is...

May I please have a drink?

...what does he do?

He makes out
his last will and testament,

and he has you avenge
the, uh, the what?

The Jealous hatred that he feels
for Edward Clifford

and destroy the bastard son
all at the same time!

[Pembleton]
So what's it gonna be?

A simple murder, or patricide?

Gotta go.

You...

went to a lot of trouble
to get that information, huh?

I know everything I need to.

You knew that before you killed
Edward Clifford.

Gentlemen...

I got your drinks.

You could never buy me a drink,
even if drinks were free.

It's a beautiful thing,
isn't it?

Getting away with murder?

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Don't you want to know
if you killed your real father?

I got a trust fund coming
from somewhere.

I'm a rich man.

- Think we should open this?
- I don't know.

No.

Not curious?

The guy just walked
on murder charges.

And...

now I'm supposed
to care about him?

[theme music plays]