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Frank, you should really think about quitting.

- Quitting what? - Come on, Frank.

Especially with a child on the way.

You know what cigarette smoke does to a kid's lungs?

My dad had to quit his habit when I was small.

Why, 'cause I used to grab the butts

out of the ashtray, and eat 'em.

My child's gonna have more sense than to eat cigarette butts.

No, it-- it has nothing to do with sense.

Put something in front of a child,

they're gonna put it in their mouths.

- What do you know about babies? - I was a baby once.

- You remember being a baby? - Yes, I do.

- Not everything, but some things. - Like what?

I remember looking through the bars of my crib,

and thinking how weird it was

that the world was divided up by these-- by these wooden slats.

- I don't remember being a child. - Of course not, Frank,

because when you were born, you were already 35 years old.

- Nice boutonnière. - Thanks.

What we got?

A girl, 11, 12 maybe. Multiple stab wounds.

- Oh. - Mm-hmm.

- A little girl? - Yeah.

Who found the body?

Uh, I got a message at 9:30

from an Evelyn Praeger.

Said she'd discovered the body this morning around seven.

What, it took her two and a half hours to call the police?

In this neighborhood, we're lucky if they call at all.

[Pembleton] Talk to me, Scheiner.

Stab wounds,

to the chest and abdomen.

A serrated-edge blade.

- How long she been dead? - I got to get her on the table.

She's got the face of an angel.

[somber music playing]

She looks just like her.

Just like Adena Watson.

[camera shutter clicks]

[camera shutter clicks]

[theme song playing]

[music fades]

[office din]

Hey, Kellerman, you seen the Livinsky file?

It's Lewis's case.

I know, that's why I'm looking on his desk, I don't see it.

Maybe he took it with him to Toronto.

Lewis working on vacation? That's a laugh!

Give the guy a break.

Hey, come on. I give as good as I get.

I'll say!

- Who asked you? - Nobody.

- No-- nobody asked me. - [Munch] Toronto.

Who goes on vacation to Toronto?

Detective Kellerman.

Uh-huh? Yeah, right.

All right, sit on him 'til I get there, thanks.

- This should be fun. - What have you got?

Domestic dunker. Husband shot his wife.

He's already confessed to the responding officer.

- [Howard] I'll go with you. - Why?

You're still the new guy, Mikey.

Don't want you talking the shooter out of his confession.

- [Munch laughs] - Brodie, you come along too.

The guy's making a statement of guilt.

Least we can do is get it on videotape.

- She's electric, isn't she? - Who?

Howard. I think she's hot.

Kay Howard. Hot?

- Scheiner? - [Scheiner] Hello, Al.

Open.

[material squeaking]

I'm getting phone calls from Channel 8,

from the Baltimore Sun,

the bosses are breathing down my neck.

A young girl is stabbed in an alley.

They want details. I want details.

The victim's name is Janelle Parsons.

The mother said she was dropped off at a music store

by her brother last night.

And, uh, she never came home.

Evidence of sexual assault?

There was a vaginal laceration.

We sent swabs to the lab.

Age ten to eleven?

Well, she, uh, turned 12 in December.

- 12. She looks much younger. - Yeah.

Uh, Gee, uh, this might have some connection with Adena Watson.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! That was four years ago in a different neighborhood.

No, we can't dismiss a connection.

I'm not ruling anything out. I don't want to jump to conclusions.

I also don't want to run this investigation

the way the Watson case was run.

What does that mean?

No double shifts, no extra men,

no hordes of cadets trampling through the scene,

no red ball.

What do you want from me?

Keep the press away. Keep the bosses off my back.

- I'll see what I can do. - I want control of this case.

I also want to work alone.

What does that mean? Alone? No partner?

Frank, you can't shut me out of this case.

I don't have time to tell you how to work a murder.

You guys figure it out for yourselves.

I gotta go play pattycake with Gaffney and Barnfather.

[Bayliss] She was molested, stabbed, and left in an alley

in the exact same way Adena Watson was murdered.

We're barely three hours into the investigation,

and you're already losing perspective.

Wait a minute, Frank, do you think this is all in my head?

If I find any shred of evidence

that connects these two cases, I'll pursue it.

Right now, I'm dealing with a fresh crime.

Frank, with Adena Watson, you challenged me every step of the way.

You didn't trust me.

Now, I thought we were past that.

I'm not going to get bogged down with a four-year-old file.

I'm not gonna let the same mistakes be made twice.

The mistakes I made, right?

Yeah. The case got away from you.

It could happen to any detective.

Hmm. Not Frank Pembleton.

[Pembleton scoffs]

Yeah.

You never wanted a partner in the first place, Frank.

You go with God. You always do.

[knocking on door]

- Hello, Mrs. Praeger? - Yes?

[Pembleton] Detective Pembleton, Baltimore City Homicide.

- I guess you wanna come in? - Uh, yes, ma'am.

I guess there ain't anything I can say that get rid of you?

No, ma'am.

Mrs. Praeger, when you found Janelle Parsons' body this morning...

why did you wait so long to call the police?

[Evelyn] I don't like talking to the police.

That's fair enough.

[Evelyn] Last month, there was a killing in this neighborhood.

Detectives came in my house.

They tracked mud all over my carpet.

- But I noticed you wiped your feet when you came in. - Mm-hmm.

So for that reason, I'll answer your questions.

But I still don't like talking to the police.

Well, to be honest with you, I don't like talking to most of them, either.

I went out this morning to get me some milk.

I cut through the alley on the way home,

saw the little girl laying there.

- This was about seven o'clock this morning? - Yes.

- Seen anyone else in the alley? - No, not a soul.

Mrs. Praeger, you've lived in this neighborhood a long time.

Can you think of anyone who would do something like this?

Yes, I can.

Too many.

Her brother brought her here at 8:30 last night.

Okay, she was recently murdered.

Tell me if you recognize her.

- Were you here yesterday? - [man] Yeah, I was.

- You saw her yesterday? - I'm almost certain.

Do you know Janelle Parsons? Do you know Bernie Parsons?

You know if somebody got a beef against Bernie Parsons?

What do you mean, "no red ball"?

Pembleton's the primary.

He wants to run the case his way.

Think of it as a one-man red ball.

A 12-year-old girl was brutally murdered.

I'm offering extra manpower, whatever you need, and you're turning me down?

You know what Frank can do if left to his own devices.

Well where is he now? Any leads, suspects?

- I don't know. - You don't know?

At the very least, we have to hold a press conference.

Explain our strategy. I don't want it to look like we don't give a damn.

Well, give me 48 hours.

We can stall the press 'til then.

No red ball?

The department cannot afford another fiasco.

Another unavenged murdered child.

Weeping relatives on the six o'clock news.

I think we all understand what's at stake here.

Our clearance rate is up this year.

We're back in the black.

Which is why we can afford to let you

indulge your man on this one.

Thank you for the support.

I'll give you the 48 hours.

If you don't have a suspect in custody by then,

I want a full-throttle investigation.

[office din]

- Where's Pembleton? - I don't know.

Is this how you two worked things out?

Well, he made it very clear he doesn't want a partner.

The Adena Watson file?

Yeah, maybe someone I interviewed then

mentioned Janelle Parsons.

Is there a reason you're wearing a carnation?

Um, that's personal, Gee.

No one wants to tell me anything any more.

Look, two young girls,

same ages, same race, a serrated-edge knife.

Now, we never found the weapon in the Adena Watson case.

There's a connection here, Gee. I can feel it.

So why are you sitting at your desk?

- Right. - Go with your gut, Bayliss, but use your head.

If you hear from Pembleton, I wanna know.

I'd at least like to pretend to the bosses

that I still have control of my squad.

[camera shutter clicks]

[mysterious music playing]

[knocking on door]

- Baltimore Police Department. - No![sobbing]

- Detective Bayliss. - Hi, I'm sorry to disturb you.

I need to talk to you about Adena's murder.

It's been four years. I haven't heard from you.

We never closed the case, and we might have a new lead.

- Come in. - Thank you, Mrs. Watson.

I don't recognize this girl.

Janelle Parsons.

That name doesn't mean anything to you?

No.

[sighs] Well...

she was found murdered this morning.

Why aren't you talking to her mother?

They don't look anything alike.

The crime was similar, Mrs. Watson.

There's a possibility that whoever killed this girl

might've killed Adena.

The Arabber killed her.

- I don't know if he did. - He did it.

Well, how can you be positive?

Because I believed it for four years.

Now you tell me maybe someone else killed my daughter?

That's what I'm trying to find out, you see.

I spent the past four years putting my pain someplace else,

giving away Adena's clothes, her books, her toys.

I can look at her picture and not cry.

Now you ask me to think about things

I've tried to forget,

pick over the details, remember everything?

Why can't you just let it be?

The Arabber killed Adena.

I cursed him every time I saw him in the streets.

Now he's dead.

I'd like you to leave.

[door clicks shut]

Mr. Vetter, can you tell us in your own words what happened

between you and your wife, Elizabeth, this morning?

I shot her.

Brodie, do you have to be so close?

I'm sorry, I'm just trying for a close-up on the guy.

I'll sit down here. [clears throat]

Can we get started again, please?

Is this gonna take very much longer?

- Why? You got someplace to be? - Okay, I got it now.

- [Howard] You sure you're all ready? - Ready. Action.

[Howard] Did you intend to kill your wife,

or did you shoot her accidentally?

Sorry, we gotta cut, gotta cut.

Mr. Vetter, can you sit up in your seat a bit?

Can I get a cup of coffee?

- My mouth's kinda dry. - Mike.

Oh, right, I'm still the new guy.

- [door clicks open] - How'd my hair look?

- [door clicks close] - Excuse me?

Hey, John.

So, did Howard crush Brodie's heart yet?

- What are you talking about? - You don't know?

I don't know what?

Brodie's got a thing for Howard.

You mean a "thing" thing?

He's in heat, he's in lust, he may even be in love.

That's what was going on in there.

I thought Brodie was more jumpy than usual.

You know, she is pretty hot.

- Kay? - Yeah, I think it's the hair.

I don't wanna think about her hair, okay?

- She's one of us, she's a cop. - No, she's a woman.

You work around a woman all day, you notice her.

- It's human nature. - She's a sergeant.

For God's sakes!

[Susannah] Susannah Chase, Baltimore Sun, can I get a statement from you

- regarding the Janelle Parsons case? - No comment.

Another 12-year-old girl, another sex murder.

Does this bring back bad memories for the homicide unit?

I'm not gonna talk to you about this case.

You have something to hide from the press, Detective Pembleton?

You'll get a full statement when we have a killer in custody.

Until then, anything I say to you

might jeopardize my investigation.

- How close are you to-- - Get out of my way.

Please.

What's this mean? "See me, Munch."

[sighs] It means, "See me, Munch."

- Crime lab called. - You couldn't write that down?

There's more, the swabs from Janelle Parsons came back positive.

- Traces of seminal fluid. - She was raped?

But the guy wasn't a secretor.

There's not enough sperm cells in the sample to run a DNA test.

Tough luck, Frank.

[horses whinnying]

Uh, Jerome Franklin?

- Jerome? - Yeah.

Oh, I'm Detective Bayliss. Baltimore Homicide.

I, uh, talked to you four years ago about Risley Tucker.

- Yeah, I know who you are. - Oh.

You do? Good.

You don't remember me, though. Do you?

Oh, I met a lot of people for that case.

And we all start to look alike, is that it?

Wh-- when was the, uh, last time that you spoke to,

uh, Risley Tucker?

About a week before he died.

Uh-huh, and did he say anything about, uh,

Adena Watson?

- No, he didn't. - Uh-huh.

Did he, uh, say anything about having regrets of any kind,

anything he was sorry about?

You trying to ease your conscience?

- What? - [Jerome scoffs]

Risley was never the same after what you did to him.

That year, his barn burned down,

his horse died.

Then being accused of a terrible crime,

something he didn't do.

You always after him, day and night,

questions, accusations.

That's what killed him.

It just took him four years to die.

Do you know for a fact

that Risley Tucker didn't kill Adena Watson?

Do you have any kind of evidence at all?

I knew the man for 30 years.

I don't need any more evidence than that.

Okay, thank you for your time, Mr. Franklin.

You know...

any miseries that Risley Tucker lived and died with,

he brought on himself.

I didn't have anything to do with that.

So why are you here?

I'm just doing my job.

[Maxwell] 32-caliber six with a left twist.

Does it match the bullet we recovered

from Elizabeth Vetter's body?

Yeah, yeah, it might.

Why don't you give me a few moments to be sure?

Want me to call you?

- I think we can wait. - All right, suit yourself.

It's ridiculous. Vetter confessed, and we still gotta go through all of this.

Well, you want the guy's lawyer challenging the confession?

I thought that's why we videotaped it.

With a jury, even a videotape is no guarantee.

- Oh! That reminds me. - [Howard snaps fingers]

I gotta call Brodie. Danvers said he wanted two extra copies of that video.

Brodie! [chuckles]

- What's so funny? - Nothing.

So what are you sitting there grinning about?

All right, you can't tell him I told you.

- What are you talking about? - Brodie's got a crush on you.

Oh, please, who put you up to this, Meldrick?

No, he thinks you're hot. I'm serious.

- Brodie? - I swear to God.

- I'm not making this up. - Brodie?

- You wanna go out with him? - No! [laughs]

I don't wanna go out with him.

Well, you better let him down gently.

You know, he's a very, very sensitive guy.

Thanks for the advice, Mike.

You know, I don't know how much help I can be here, Tim.

You didn't work on the Adena Watson case,

so you have fresh eyes.

Okay, so what exactly are you hoping to find here?

Okay, I-- I've looked over everything,

her clothing, her books, everything, dozens of times.

Now, every murder is put down based on evidence, right?

Evidence. Witnesses.

- If you're real lucky, a confession. - Evidence.

It's got to be here. I'm just not seeing it.

I didn't see it then, and I'm not seeing it now.

I'm missing something.

I don't know, Tim. I read the folder. Nothing jumped out at me.

I think you were absolutely thorough.

The Emma Grodsky murder last year.

- Yeah? - Okay. We couldn't make a case.

And then we find two hairs in her pantyhose

six months later?

- Okay, it happens. - Okay.

Okay, I want to get a trace analysis run again.

I want a thorough explanation of every fingerprint,

every hair, every fiber,

every fleck of dirt, every smudge, everything,

because this time we're gonna find something.

[traffic rumbles]

[office din]

What you reading?

Lab reports on Adena Watson's clothes.

I had them re-analyzed.

Anything I should know about?

You know, if I'd made a connection

between Adena Watson and Janelle Parsons,

- I would have told you, Frank. - I know that.

You getting anywhere?

I interviewed everyone who lived near the scene,

everyone who had a relationship with Janelle,

everyone who had a record.

I told Sex Crimes to inform me

about anything involving young girls,

anything involving serrated-edge knives.

- So are you getting anywhere? - No.

- What? - What do you mean, "what"?

You got something to say to me, come on out and say it.

I got nothing to say to you, Frank.

That's ridiculous!

I got another message for you, Frank.

- [Pembleton] More bad news? - An anonymous call.

Some guy claims he saw a woman

running out of the alley early this morning.

- You get a name? - Lorena Lester.

- Lorena Lester. - Yeah.

This is not a woman's crime. Do me a favor.

Um, run it on the computer anyway.

Yeah. Sure, and maybe we'll get lucky.

Like, what, she's got priors for rape or something?

- [Bayliss] You're gonna bring her in, right? - I'll talk to her.

You-- you get this woman in the box,

even if she's not a suspect, she could be a witness.

Whoever killed Janelle Parsons took her in the alley so there'd be no witnesses.

Frank, you get her in the box, and you find out what she knows.

I only have one question to ask her.

"What were you doing running out of the alley?"

She says, "I don't know what you're talking about."

And she's right, I don't know what I'm talking about.

So you ask your question, Frank, so what?

Look, you bring someone in the box with no ammunition,

it just toughens them up.

You get nothing, they walk away confident,

and if they do know anything, it makes it that much harder

to get it out of them the second time around.

You think that this is the mistake

that we made with the Arabber, right?

- Maybe. - Don't-- don't hedge, Frank.

"Maybe." Why don't you tell me what you really mean?

Okay. I'm tired. I'm tired of you.

So you wanna hear the latest office gossip

about Brodie and Howard?

Uh, no, I'm really not in the mood for that, Munch.

I'm just trying to cheer you up.

Wanna cheer me up?

Pour me another shot, okay?

You sure you need another one?

Mm-hmm, I am quite sure, all right?

[upbeat music playing on radio]

You know something? I keep seeing her face.

Everywhere. Adena Watson.

Adena.

You wanna hear something terrible?

Hmm?

I'm think starting to hate her, really starting to hate her.

- I should go home. - [Susannah] Hi, guys.

[Munch] Susannah Chase, ace reporter.

- What can I get you? - Red wine, please.

- I can do that. - Thanks.

What's up with your partner, Bayliss?

I'm trying to break a story on this Janelle Parsons murder.

All I got was a very cold shoulder.

Mm. Um, he's a very cold guy.

Unlike me.

I'm a very warm guy.

- Is that so? - Mm-hm. That is so, so.

[both chuckle]

Well, you're working the Parsons case.

What do you think?

I think that for a reporter...

that you have got a body that won't quit.

Maybe it is time you go home, Timmy, huh, what do you think?

- Adena Watson... - Mm-hmm.

...Janelle Parsons, they're similar murders.

Isn't a connection the first thing police look for?

- You really wanna know? - Yeah.

- You know what I really want? - Why don't you tell me?

I want this.

Now I'm gonna go home.

[Munch] You're not driving, are you, Timmy?

[Bayliss sighs]

My car is out front. Why don't I give you a ride?

Why not?

- It's on the house. - Thanks.

Bayliss!

Bayliss!

- Where is he? - What are you asking me for?

You-- Did-- Did you know about this, huh?

Did you know he's been talking to the press?

That he made a statement about the Parsons case?

Did you know that?

You gonna have to talk to him about that, Frank.

What's the hell's going on?

Bayliss has no business talking about my investigation.

Look at that.

- What do you want me to do? - Well, put a muzzle on him.

If the killer reads in the paper that he's the "fugitive of the decade,"

you think he's gonna stick around Baltimore?

All right, Frank, take it easy.

I don't want you bursting a blood vessel.

You're no good to me in the hospital.

I'm gonna put Bayliss in the hospital.

Barnfather and Gaffney cornered me

in the men's room earlier this morning.

What have you got on the case?

Well, I'm running down all my leads, Gee.

A-- a neighbor believes that this is a feud,

a revenge against the Parsons family.

What about this anonymous tip about some woman?

Uh, Lorena Lester. She's an RN at Hopkins.

I ran her through the computer. No record.

Are you planning on talking to her?

Well, I'll get around to it, Gee.

- She's not a viable suspect. - Well, have you got anyone else?

What about this woman, Lorena Lester?

Okay, I'll talk to her right now, all right?

- All right, Gee? - I ask so little.

If you see Bayliss, tell him he better stay out of my way.

I'm outta here.

[Howard humming]

[whispers] Damn it.

Hey, Howard, I was looking for you.

You were looking for me?

Yeah, I wanna ask you something.

Wait, Brodie, uh, before you say anything, I just--

I don't think it's a good idea for people who work together

to, um, see each other.

It's nothing personal!

- Hey, I think you're great. - Oh, you do?

Oh, yeah, I mean, I know I give you a hard time and everything,

but you do a good job, you know.

Hey, you're not unattractive.

You have a certain, uh, quality.

Huh? Um, I--

Just thought I'd say all that

before you, uh, came out with some big declaration,

asked me out on a date, or something.

[scoffs] You thought I was gonna ask you out on a date?

You weren't?

I was gonna ask you whether you wanted the copies

of the Vetter confession tape on your desk,

or whether you wanted it messengered to Danvers' office.

Yeah, okay. All right. You just put them on my desk.

- On your desk. - Just tell me one thing, Brodie.

- Who is in on this with you? - In-- in on what?

This whole you, me, you-got-a-crush-on-me practical joke.

You think that my having a crush on you is-- is a joke?

Who are you covering for? Munch? Kellerman?

Detective Howard, it's-- it's no joke.

Huh, just a bunch of guys, y'all gotta stick together, huh?

That's okay, I'm used to it.

- It's no joke. - Yeah, right.

It's not a joke!

[Pembleton] I appreciate your talking with me, Miss Lester.

Sure, is this about the little girl

- who got killed yesterday? - Yeah.

Um, did you know Janelle Parsons?

No, I saw it on the news.

- It's so sad when it's a child, you know? - Mm.

When we get a child DOA at the ER,

we call it the 83 cry.

- The 83 cry? - Yeah, when you have a good cry on the ride home.

- On the expressway, the 83. - Mm.

There's just no time to do it at night on the job.

- It's so busy in the ER. - You work the night shift?

Yeah, I work eight to eight.

Were you working the night before last?

Night before last, I worked a double, yeah.

- Okay, thank you very much. - You're very welcome.

Lorena Lester's not a witness or a suspect?

No, she was working a double shift

at Johns Hopkins at the time of the murder.

- You're sure? - I checked.

Well, why did someone call and give us her name?

Colonel Barnfather is on the line.

I can't hold them off much longer, Frank.

And he wants me to put more men on the case.

Buy me 24 hours, Gee.

That's all I need. I'll get something.

Meanwhile, I'm getting agita.

- Anything I can do to help, Frank? - Yeah, how about a little luck?

- I'll get back to you on that. - Giardello. I told you.

[Arata] Frank Pembleton?

- Yeah. That's me. - Elaine Arata, Sex Crimes.

- We spoke yesterday. - Oh, right! You got something?

An 11-year-old girl was raped last night. Shawna Cray.

She said her assailant held a serrated-edge knife to her throat

and threatened to kill her if she told anyone.

- Can she make an ID? - She knows exactly who it was.

A creep named Carver Dooley. He's dating her mother.

The mother's name is Evangeline Cray.

Thanks.

- Carver's not like that! - Ms. Cray.

Your daughter has already identified

Carver Dooley as the man who assaulted her.

Do you think she's lying?

It wasn't my fault.

I don't want anyone to take my daughter away.

You have to stop trying to protect your boyfriend at your daughter's expense.

I'm not trying to protect him.

Well, do you think Carver Dooley

is capable of raping your daughter?

- Yes. - Okay.

Did you know Janelle Parsons?

- The little girl who got killed? - Yeah.

She and Shawna used to play together.

Did you ever see Carver and Janelle together?

She used to come over to the house sometimes.

Carver might've seen her then.

Okay. Thank you very much, Ms. Cray.

If I need more of a statement, I'll be in touch with you.

By the way, does the name Lorena Lester,

does that ring a bell with you?

Lorena. She's my cousin.

- She's a nurse at Johns Hopkins. - She's your cousin?

- Yeah. - Does your boyfriend know her?

Yeah, he knows her.

- He doesn't like her much, though. - Why not?

Carver wanted to go out with her before he met me.

She wouldn't have anything to do with him.

She thinks he's no good.

Shawna. Go back to your room.

[tense music playing]

Carver Dooley knew Janelle Parsons.

His girlfriend's daughter and Janelle were playmates.

What about his record?

One conviction, sexual assault.

He served six months in '92.

One conviction, attempted rape of a minor.

He served four years. He was released two months ago.

So much for the reformative powers

of the Maryland State Penitentiary.

As for our mystery woman, Lorena Lester,

we figure that Dooley made the anonymous call himself.

Lester turned him down for a date,

so he figured to pay her back,

he would implicate her in a murder.

What about the weapon? The knife?

If it's in the house, we'll find it.

Find the knife. Get this guy in the box.

I want evidence, I want a signed confession.

I wanna get rid of this agita.

[rousing music playing]

We're looking for a serrated-edged blade,

a hunting knife or a kitchen knife.

So now you decide to show up, huh?

I'm your partner, Frank, whether you like it or not.

Well, why weren't you thinking about that

before you start shooting your mouth off to some reporter, huh?

That has got nothing to do with you.

What are you talking about? It's my case!

- You must be talking... - [Russert] Guys, come on!

- Bayliss, are you in or out? - We don't need him!

You can't order me off of a raid, Frank.

Look, you have jeopardized this case once already!

I don't want you here.

[police radio chatter]

Let's do it.

[*]

Baltimore City Police. Break it down.

[officers clamoring]

- Carver Dooley. - Yeah, yeah?

We have a warrant for your arrest in the murder of Janelle Parsons.

- [Howard] Get up. - I don't know what you're talking about.

- Where's the knife? - What knife?

- Where is the knife? - What knife?

- Get him outta here. - Let's take the upstairs.

Where is it? It's gotta be here.

[Munch] Look what I found.

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If you wanna talk to me, I'll listen.

You don't wanna say anything, that's okay too,

I'll charge you with murder, you get locked up, I go home.

What are you talking about?

The knife we found in your bedroom.

Where do you think it is right now?

- I don't know. - Where is it, Carver?

Think hard. Where is it?

- You guys got it? - Very good, we got it.

And right now, experts are matching the blade of that knife

with the cuts on Janelle Parson's body.

That knife, the blade, it's got a particular pattern,

a serrated edge, and they can match that.

- Exactly. - [Dooley] That's not my knife.

[Pembleton] It's not your knife. Why is it under your mattress?

I don't know. Maybe-- maybe somebody put it there.

[Pembleton] Somebody put it there?

This guy's the dimmest bulb I've ever seen.

I'm beginning to think maybe he didn't do it.

[Pembleton] Somebody like...

His prints were on the knife,

plus we have an eyewitness identification

from the girl he raped.

- He's guilty. - [Dooley] I don't know!

- It's not my knife! - It's not his knife.

- [Pembleton] It's not your knife? - I'm losing patience.

So is Frank, he doesn't know whether to laugh,

or take a swing at the guy.

- [Pembleton] Huh? - [Dooley] I don't know.

I mean, somebody must've put it in my house.

So why are your fingerprints on it?

Don't you think I had the knife processed for fingerprints?

You think I don't know how to do my job?

- No-- - So you tell me,

you explain to me.

It's not your knife.

Why are your fingerprints all over the handle, huh?

- Why are you yelling at me? - What the matter, Carver?

Don't you like to be yelled at? Huh?

Okay, it is my knife.

- But I didn't kill anybody. - Okay.

It's your knife...

but you didn't kill anybody?

I let a friend of mine borrow the knife.

But he didn't tell me what he was gonna do with it.

What's this friend's name?

- I can't tell you. - You can't tell me?

I can't tell you, man!

I'm scared, man! He might hurt me!

Let me get this straight.

This so-called friend of yours

sets you up on a murder charge.

You're locked up. You're on Death Row.

But you can't help yourself because you're afraid of what this...

friend might do?

You don't know this guy, man. [sighs]

He might kill me, or something.

I gotta get out of here. I'm tired of breathing the same air as you.

[door slamming]

- [office din] - Hello?

- Hey! - This guy is seriously starting to get on my nerves.

- [Dooley] Hello! - Shut up! Shut up!

Hey! Can I talk to you, man? That other detective wasn't listening to me.

You don't want me to come in there, I come in there, I'm liable to punch your face in

for what you did to that little girl.

You're better off with one of these other guys.

- [Dooley] Hey! - Shut up or I'll come in

and punch your face in anyway.

You know, he could've murdered Adena Watson.

He was out on parole when she was killed.

You know what, you're seriously starting to get on my nerves too, Tim.

If you think he killed Adena Watson,

why don't you just go in there and ask him?

All right, I will.

Hey, hey, I got something to tell you guys.

What's that?

The name of my friend.

The one that borrowed the knife.

Oh, Frank, uh, Mr. Dooley here was just about to tell us

who really killed Janelle Parsons.

- I'm all ears. - Uh...

I don't know his real name. But everybody calls him Nickels.

- Nickels. - This guy's your friend?

- Yeah. - And you only know him by his nickname?

- Yeah, I mean, he's not a good friend, or nothing like that. - [Bayliss] Mm.

Frank, maybe he's telling us the truth.

Maybe he didn't have anything to do with the murder of that girl.

Yeah, see, what he said.

All right, and right about now you're probably

getting pretty tired of denying things, right?

- Yes. - [Bayliss] Yeah.

So why don't we talk about something else?

Right?

Why don't we talk about your, uh--

your girlfriend's daughter, Shawna, how about that, hmm?

- I didn't hurt her. - Maybe you didn't.

Maybe you did.

Well, what we'd like to do is we'd like to get

your side of the story.

Now we know that you had sex with her, Carver.

We got proof about that.

But maybe it wasn't like she said it was.

[Pembleton] You're pretty close to this girl.

It's your girlfriend's daughter.

Maybe she wanted something more from you than, uh...

a father figure?

- Yeah, she wanted it. - Like Janelle wanted it?

Yeah. No!

- No! - You knew her, didn't you?

Janelle.

You'd see her in the neighborhood.

[Bayliss] Yeah, we talked to your neighbors, Dooley.

They, uh, all say that you knew her.

Yeah, I knew her but I didn't kill her!

- But you knew her, right? - Yeah.

She remind you of Adena?

- Hmm? - Who? What?

What are you-- what are you talking about? I don't know what you're...

Adena Watson, that girl that you killed four years ago.

- Bayliss, Bayliss. - You remember that, huh?

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

[Pembleton] Bayliss, Bayliss, come on.

Don't look at him! Look at me! All right?

You look me in the eyes and tell me that you killed her.

- I don't know what you're talking about. - Come on, tell me.

- I don't know what you're talking about. - Come on, say it to me!

- I don't know! - Say it to me!

Tell me that you did not do it!

Say it, that you killed Adena Watson.

[Dooley] I don't know what you're on about!

Let me hear the words!

I don't know, man!

It's not my knife! It's not my knife!

- Bayliss! - [Bayliss] Tell me you killed her!

[Pembleton] Hey, I'd like to talk to you outside, huh?

I need a confession.

You start bringing up Adena Watson,

we're gonna lose this idiot.

He's gone. He's history.

I'm not about to let that happen.

You're not about to let that happen?

I've lived for this moment day and night for four years, Frank.

To get a-- a suspect in the box,

to get another shot.

Now-- now when the Arabber died,

I thought, "That's it, it's all over."

Well, Tim, it is over, it was over the moment

the Arabber walked out of the box.

We lost our suspect. The case is finished.

Please. Please.

You've got no idea what it's like.

Look, Tim, I've had-- I've had my share of open cases, okay?

That was my first case, and he beat me.

The killer beat me.

The Arabber, Dooley, or whoever he is.

He beat me.

I hadn't even started being a Homicide detective yet.

And-- and I had lost. Don't you see, Frank?

I let myself care about that case, and for what?

I put everything that I had into that,

and it wasn't enough, you see.

If-- if I don't get him in the box,

if I don't get a confession outta him...

it all would've been for nothing.

This is precisely why I wanted you off the Parsons case.

No, you wanted me off because you thought I'd be a liability,

that I'd make the same mistakes that I did before.

I mean, God forbid the great Frank Pembleton

would lose a case because his partner screwed up.

Frank Pembleton who didn't want a partner in the first place.

Well, look, I never wanted a partner

because I never wanted this to happen.

Look, Tim, I got nothing.

I got a murdered 12-year-old,

I got a brain-dead suspect,

I got a serrated-edged blade that maybe,

possibly, could be the murder weapon.

I need a confession, and I got you in the box

interfering with my interrogation.

All to-- Trying to justify

your own obsession with a four-year-old case.

- Please, come on, man. - Wait a minute, Frank,

this has nothing to do with me!

This is about-- it's about Adena!

It's about-- it's about avenging Adena's death.

Not, it's all about you. It's always been all about you.

- No. - Do you think I don't know you?

This is why I wanted you off the investigation.

You are a liability to the case

because you are a liability to yourself, do you understand?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. You decide what's right, Frank.

You know, I don't want-- I don't want you worrying about me.

Well, my God, Tim! What do you want? Huh?

You want me to tell you go back in

and ask Dooley about Adena Watson?

"Ask all the questions you want,

get your confession, close your case?

And let's just forget about Janelle Parsons?

I'll stay out of your way?" Is that it?

Huh?

Dooley... [grunts]

- murdered Janelle Parsons. - Yes.

Yeah.

Get your confession.

[solemn music playing]

[camera shutter clicking]

[Giardello] Carver Dooley confessed to killing Janelle Parsons.

You sleep okay, Bayliss?

What do you mean, last night?

In general.

Oh, in general, I sleep lousy.

Trouble getting to sleep, or can't sleep through the night?

No, more like, uh, waking up in the middle of the night.

- Nightmares. - That's good.

I have nightmares and you think that's good?

I don't know of anybody who can get

a decent night's sleep, Bayliss.

Do you?

No, now, that I think about it, uh, no.

Everybody's got something that keeps them awake at night.

But when you can't tell the difference between nightmares...

and what's real...

that's when you're no good to yourself or anybody else.

I didn't avenge Adena Watson's death.

Now I never will.

I let her down, Gee.

Never gonna know who killed her.

Look, you're gonna have to make your peace with that.

Can I ask you something, Gee?

How do you know when to stop caring?

I've been a cop a long time.

I can tell you how to gather evidence...

I can, uh, tell you how to spot one good witness

in a room full of liars...

I can tell you how to sweet-talk a confession

out of a stone killer...

side-step politics, appease the bosses.

I can tell you how to work a case

until there is nothing left to be done,

but to file the paperwork.

But the one thing I can't tell you is when to stop caring.

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The office report on the Parsons case?

[Pembleton] Mm-hmm.

Why are you wearing that carnation?

I have been wearing this for two days.

And you're just asking about it now?

I've had other things on my mind.

It's, um...

to hide the smell...

[Pembleton] What?

...of death.

To hide the smell of death.

To hide the smell of death?

Yeah, you got a problem with that?

No.

No, no problem at all.

Okay.

You got your car, or you want a ride home?

Um...

- I'm gonna walk home. - You sure?

I'll give you a ride home, it's no problem.

No, no, no. It's, uh, fine. Go ahead.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

Um...

- Say hello to Mary for me. - Yeah.

You know, you're probably right about the cigarette.

If I taper off now, it'll be easier to quit

- once the baby comes. - Mm.

Yeah, well, you'll never be able to quit, Frank,

so why not just admit to that?

I can quit any time I want to.

Yeah.

[traffic din]

[lullaby playing]

Frank, what are you doing?

You don't remember being a baby, do you?

- What? - You remember what it was like?

Laying in your crib...

watching the world through wooden slats?

No.

- Hmm. - Come on. Dinner's ready.

Okay.

I'm coming.

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