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[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct police dispatches]

[newscaster] For those of you who have just tuned in,

we're broadcasting live from Parkview Middle School

in West Baltimore, where an unknown assailant

is holding 15 students and their teacher at gunpoint.

But at this time, WBAL has been unable

to learn any other details, including the identity

of the gunman, or if he's made any

demands in exchange for release of the hostages.

Back to you, Rog.

Hey. QRT's gearing up to take the building by force.

I hope they hurry the hell up.

All this standing around is making me crazy.

Yeah, well, it's QRT's show.

All we can do is wait for them to make their move.

- I'm fast. - [Kellerman] What?

My heart is racing. Here, feel it.

No, I'm not a doctor.

Come on, man. Just feel it.

- You're a little fast. - Yeah, see?

See what? We're in the middle of a hostage situation.

Of course you're pumped. Of course your heartbeat's

gonna be a little fast.

You don't think I'm having a heart attack?

You're not having a heart attack.

Why am I listening to you for? You ain't no doctor.

That was City Hall.

They want to know if we're prepared to go in.

- They're losing patience, Al. - They're not here.

They don't understand the situation.

I'm losing patience. We've given the suspect

every opportunity to respond. He's not responding.

- Are you ready to go? - We've secured the perimeter.

- Sharpshooters are in position. - Good.

Oh, there must be something more he wants.

All he's asked for so far is beer.

He's had the throw phone for over two hours.

If he hasn't picked up by now, I doubt he ever will.

In all due respect, Colonel Barnfather, sir.

This man is unpredictable. We storm in there, he-- he might shoot all those children...

- every single one of them, sir. - He might shoot them anyway. You ever think about that?

It's your call, Colonel Barnfather.

It's your call.

Get on the squawk box.

Give him one more chance to talk to us.

[ominous percussive music]

[theme music playing]

[male voice] Homicide.

The hostage situation continues

into the evening here at Parkview Middle School,

with no indications of ending anytime soon.

An unknown assailant has been holding 15 sixth-graders

and their teacher at gunpoint for the past nine hours.

Earlier today, the gunman entered

school grounds and opened fire,

randomly shooting at students and teachers.

There have been two confirmed fatalities,

and at least six wounded...

Frank, is everything all right?

...into one of the most violent--

Um...

Um... Yeah?

- A-a-a bad dream. I... - Okay.

What is it?

[gentle music]

[Mary] Frank, I've missed you.

[Pembleton sighing]

It's okay.

It-- it's... it's, it's, it's, not...

It's not, it's not okay.

It's not you, it's the medication, the Lopressor.

So you go back to the doctor again

- and you get something else. - Oh, I...

I-I-I, I go back to the doctor,

he prescribes something-- something else,

some-- some-- some-- some other drug?

I-I-I change one side effect for another, huh?

Well, maybe you just need time to adjust, huh?

Well, maybe I should stop, stop-- stop taking it,

al... al... altogether?

- Frank. - Al... altogether.

I-- I want-- I want to-- I want to--

Whatever the doctor prescribes, you're taking it, okay?

Every day for the rest of your life, if you have to.

- I... I... - [baby crying]

Olivia's up. I'll get her.

No, no, no. I--I... I'll get her.

[Mary] Sweetie, she needs to be changed.

I-- I-- I'll get-- I'll get her. Okay?

[Olivia cooing]

Okay, no... no... no problem.

You just... you just... you just hold still.

Hold still, baby. Daddy... Daddy needs to...

Frank, watch it, let me help you out, huh?

No. No, no, no. Okay, hold st...

- Okay, what uh... - Here, I'll just...

Di... di... did you just hear what I said? I said no!

Did you hear what I just said?

I said no!

I said no.

[Olivia wailing]

[Pembleton sobbing]

- Hey, pretty. - I'm sorry.

I know, honey. I'm sorry.

It's okay. I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to, uh... hey, beautiful.

It's fine.

She's fine. Everything's fine.

An unknown assailant has been holding 15 sixth-graders

and their teacher at gunpoint for the past nine hours--

Hmm. This guy's obviously a nut job.

He's mad at the world.

One day he gets up on the wrong side of the bed

and look what happens.

- That could never happen to me. - What?

Waking up on the wrong side of the bed,

'cause my bed, see, it's against the wall.

I mean, it used to be against the wall.

Well, where is it now?

It's in my brother's basement.

I got evicted from my apartment.

- So where do you live? - Uh, here and there.

- Here, mostly. - You sleep in the Squad Room?

Eh, it's not bad. Free coffee, color TV, you know.

[Munch] Well, why don't you stay with your brother?

He lives in Chattanooga.

You can't live in the Squad Room.

Why not? It's quiet, you know, it's peaceful, it's cozy.

It beats Chattanooga.

All right. You can stay with me.

Really? You mean it?

Just for a couple of days.

You won't regret this, Munch.

That's what my first ex-wife said.

[Brodie] Okay.

[newscaster] ...officials have not yet named the victims--

[indistinct police dispatches]

- He's still not responding. - That's it, then.

- Let's do it. - Colonel, listen--

Now, Al, we've waited too long already.

- Go. - 25-0-1 to "A" team.

- Prepare to move. - Wait! Someone's coming out.

[Jasper] 25-0-1 to all units, hold your positions.

- He's released a hostage. - [crowd shouting]

[man] Let's get it. There's nothing here to see.

[Jasper] 25-0-1 to "A" team, hold the fire. No fire.

[Howard] She must be the history teacher, Donna Digrazi.

- Ms. Digrazi, are you hurt? - No, I... I'm fine.

[officer] How many children are in the classroom?

- About 15. - Wait, there's 17 in your class.

No, I had two out sick today.

Now, is everybody in the building all right?

I mean, has anyone been shot?

- No, my-- my kids are okay. - [Giardello] All right.

- But... - [Howard] What?

Well, I was walking down the stairs.

I saw... there were two bodies lying on the floor.

It was, um-- it was...

Gretchen Merriman, a teacher, and, uh,

Stuart Marks, a student.

And they'd been shot. They were dead.

Can you tell us anything about the shooter?

- What's his name? - No, he won't say.

Why did he let you out?

He wants something, and he-- he didn't think

that you would listen to him, and I-- I convinced him

that maybe you would listen to me.

- Okay, now what does he want? - His pig! His pig.

- His pig? - What the hell does that mean?

The guy sleeps with a pig!

Look, he is the primary suspect in Frances Uba's murder,

and I am the primary detective, John.

Okay, let's assume Gerry Uba whacked his mother.

Why makes you think he's gonna wait around

for us to pick him up?

Because he's from Pigtown, huh?

- He ain't going nowhere. - He wasn't at home.

He wasn't at the zoo.

I don't think we're gonna find him.

I don't think he wants to be found.

No, I'm not gonna stop looking until I find him.

[Munch] I forgot about this side of you.

- Which side? - The obsessive side.

We're gonna find Gerry Uba.

We're gonna find him in Maureen Tarkoff's house.

What makes you so sure?

Frank said nine times out of ten,

the suspect ends up at the girlfriend's house.

Nine times out of ten, Frank's right.

[horn honking]

Well, what do I tell him?

You don't have to tell him anything.

- We'll do the talking. - No, I'm going back in.

- No, we can't let you do that. - But you can't stop me.

Those are my students. I'm not gonna leave them in there.

Look, if I don't come back with an answer,

he's gonna start shooting again.

All right. Gonna let her go back in.

- What do I tell him? - Tell him we'll get him a pig.

No, he doesn't want a pig. He wants his pig.

Tell him we need more time.

Tell him we're working on it. All right?

- What do you know about a pig? - I'll call Animal Control.

I can't believe you took advice on a case from Frank.

The shape he's in, he can barely put a lunch order together.

He's still a great detective.

Being a detective requires the ability to use one's mind.

I don't know if you've noticed lately,

but Frank's brain ain't quite what it used to be.

You know, the stroke might've screwed up

his memory a little, but he still has his instincts.

If Frank Pembleton says the suspect's gonna be here,

then the suspect's gotta be here,

because God knows Frank Pembleton is never wrong.

- Come on. - You looking for Maureen?

Uh, no. No.

Looking for Gerry Uba. You seen him?

No, I've been sitting on my stoop all day.

If he was here, I would've seen him.

Gee, I guess Frank was wrong, huh?

Well, where the hell is this guy?

[suspect] Come on, keep it moving!

What's going on?

Tactical maneuver. What'd the cops say?

Uh, they-- they said

that they were gonna get your pig.

But they need more than fifteen minutes.

They got ten. Come on, let's go!

Animal Control does have a pig.

Black Vietnamese pot-bellied pig, brought in today.

- Whose pig is it? - They don't know.

They got no paperwork on it.

How do we know it's his pig?

I don't care whose pig it is.

Tell 'em to get the pig down here now.

Tell them we'll give them ten minutes to get the damn pig down here now.

[indistinct police dispatches]

We're broadcasting live from Parkview Middle School,

where there appears to be some activity at the hostage scene.

But we're unable to confirm exactly what is happening.

Meanwhile, anxious parents and relatives

wait outside school grounds, praying that their children will

survive what police are calling a brutal and senseless attack.

I-I should-- I should be there.

Frank, there's nothing you can do.

Th-th-there-- there's nothing I can...

I can do here, sitting...

sitting here at home, but-- if I go there,

I-I-I could maybe help out... help out. Yeah.

Today was your first day back.

I'm going.

You can't drive. And I'm not taking you.

I'll call a cab.

[Mary sighing]

Where the hell is that pig?

The radio car just pulled off l-95.

They're six blocks away.

[Digrazi] The police are gonna get your pig.

They told me they would.

Yeah? Well, I don't see Angie.

His name's Angie.

Well, these things take time, you know.

I mean, you gotta be patient.

No, I don't. Where's the paint thinner?

- [Digrazi] What? - Come on, this is an art class.

Where's the paint thinner? Turpentine.

- I don't know, I-- - Well, find it! Get down!

They got less than a minute left.

[liquid pouring]

Time's up.

- [students gasping] - Please, please don't.

[Digrazi] Darcy! Get down! Get down!

He's fired a shot.

Oh, we gotta go. We gotta go now.

[Jasper] 25-0-1 to "A" team.

This is it. We're on the move, now!

[officers shouting]

[officers shouting]

Get out! Go now!

Go! Faster! Come on!

- Get out! Hurry up! - [students screaming]

[Digrazi] Go! Get out!

Faster, kids! Faster!

Get out!

- [gunshots] - [students screaming]

Jack! Jack!

Help me here. Help me here.

Come on, just help me. Go on, get out of there, kids.

- Just keep going! - [officers shouting]

[Kellerman] Jeez.

[Lewis] There's another body.

That's four down.

[officer] [indistinct]

Let's go. Come on. Come on down.

[Howard] Come on, kids. Come on.

Let's go. Go, go.

[indistinct crosstalk]

[Giardello] Where's the shooter?

He's still in the classroom.

- [fire roaring] - [suspect] Help me!

Help! Help me!

[suspect screaming]

- [puffs of air] - [suspect] Oh, God!

[suspect groaning]

- It'll be all right. - I need a paramedic!

We got a little girl who's wounded over here!

We'll be right there. We'll get to her.

You'll get to her now! Now!

[suspect groaning]

[officer] Just keep moving, there's nothing here to see.

- [reporter] Over here! - [officer] Come on.

Get away from this area, please.

[mother wailing]

[officer] Nothing here to see.

All right, all right. This is what I can tell you.

We have the suspect in custody.

As soon as he's treated for his injuries,

- he'll be charged with murder. - [reporter] Tell me, tell me.

Did he shoot anybody else?

[reporter 2] How many people did he kill?

We don't have a confirmed number of victims.

[reporter 3] Give us a name of the hostages shot.

Again, with sensitivity to the families,

I can't comment until we have verified information.

That's it. That's all I can give you right now.

[reporters shouting]

[sirens wailing]

- Hard to believe it's all over. - Over?

Yeah, maybe for you guys. Not for us.

[Scheiner] You ready to get to work?

Yeah, let's do it, Scheiner.

[indistinct police dispatches]

[pig snorting]

[sighing] You asked for the pig.

Now you're saying you don't want the pig?

You're a little too late, Deutsch.

Well, what am I supposed to do with it?

I don't care. Just get it the hell out of here.

Gee, we recovered the gun, 9mm Smith & Wesson.

Crime Lab's processing it now.

Where'd they take the suspect?

Hopkins Bayview, along with everyone else.

It's the closest emergency room.

Get over there.

If he's conscious, I want him interrogated.

In fact, I want him interrogated even if he's not conscious.

[siren wailing]

[Pembleton] Tha... thank you.

Frank! What are you doing here?

I-I-I came to help out on the investigation.

- No, you're not. - This is a red ball, Gee.

You need all the men you can get.

I told you that you were on desk duty.

I told you that you were working half-days.

I also told you that if you didn't comply with both

of these conditions, I was gonna kick you off the unit myself.

- But, Gee... - No buts.

Go home. Now.

[horn honking]

[Gee] You have a positive ID on the four victims?

Yeah, victims' families have been notified

and their names have been released to the press.

Contestant number one, Tom Maggio, the school janitor.

[Scheiner] Entrance wound to the chest.

[Kellerman] Jennifer Clark, school dietician.

[Scheiner] Bullet wound to the temple.

[Kellerman] And over there is Gretchen Merriman,

English teacher.

[Scheiner] Shot in the upper back.

[Kellerman] And Stuart Marks,

8th-grader, bullet wound to the head.

What about the little girl?

The hostage, er... Darcy something.

Yeah, she's in critical condition.

The doctors say it's touch and go.

[Lewis gasping]

Hey, Scheiner, you got the final autopsy report on Frances Uba?

- I've been busy. - Yeah, get in line.

Hopkins is a madhouse. Press are swarming.

Our shooter's in the Burn Unit,

third degree burns on his arms and chest.

- [Bayliss] You talk to him? - No, he went right into surgery,

and then he was out for the night,

but I did get an ID on him.

- Who is he? - [Howard] Uba.

Uba, as in my case, Uba?

[Lewis] How many Ubas can there be around?

[Howard] Guy's name is Gerry Uba.

Yeah, yeah, that's the victim's son.

- Why didn't you page me? - [Howard] I did page you.

Wait a minute. I've been looking for Uba for two days.

You take the guy's pig, you don't even file a report?

- What? - At the scene,

Uba said that the police were holding his pig.

I call Animal Control. They do, in fact, have a pig.

They got no paperwork on it.

Now, look, I filed the report, and they lost the report.

It is Animal Control.

What do you expect of those guys?

So Uba's upset over his mom getting whacked,

and he's upset over Bayliss kidnapping his hog,

so he goes and he shoots up a school.

I didn't kidnap any hog. That pig was evidence.

Yeah, that porker ain't got nothing to do with

what went down at the school.

The guy probably whacked his moms,

and then figured why quit while I'm ahead?

Gee, I'm gonna go to the hospital now and talk to Uba.

Lewis, Kellerman, get over to the Firearms lab,

see if the gun that Uba used on his mother is

the same one he used on these four victims.

Kay, call Ed Danvers.

Have him meet us in my office. I want Uba charged.

I want him convicted, third-degree burns or not.

I want that son of a bitch on death row.

[Howard] Right away, sir.

[phones ringing]

[Kellerman] How you doing, Frank?

Who... who, who, who--

who finished the last of the, uh... the bagel?

- Bagel? - Bagel.

Bagel. Ba-gel. Hot, brown liquid.

Bagel. Oh, sure. Bagel.

You mean coffee, Frank.

That... that-- that's what I said, isn't it?

- Right, the... the bagel. - So...

So what?

Who finished the last of the bagel, huh?

- Kellerman. - You... oh, you... you...

you make the next pot, huh? I'm... I'm...

I'm tired of making it and not being able to enjoy it.

Kellerman, the Crime Lab has your firearms report.

Thanks. Come on, let's go.

Thank you, nurse.

- [indistinct announcements] - [man sighing]

- Mr. Cole? - Yeah?

I'm-- I'm Detective Bayliss.

I'm with Homicide.

Your daughter, Darcy, how's she doing?

Uh, I don't know.

The doctors... they don't know yet.

Well, I'm... I'm sure she's gonna be all right.

Uh, my wife's in there now.

[sighing] I couldn't...

Yeah. Well, you hang in there, all right, Mr. Cole?

Yeah.

[announcer] Dr. Simpson, Dr. Simpson please report

to the psychiatric ward.

- Hey. - Look at that.

Been a cop for 25 years, I never had my picture in the paper.

Yeah, you gotta shoot someone or kiss Princess Di, don't you?

[announcer] Dr. Watson.

- Whoa! - What are you doing?

Oh, I'm Detective Tim Bayliss of the Baltimore Homicide.

Doctor Evelyn West, Hopkins Bayview Burn Unit.

Great, it's nice to meet you. I gotta go in here,

- and interview a suspect-- - No, you're not.

Well, yes I am.

No, really. You're not.

- Well, why aren't I? - He's asleep.

Three milligrams morphine, IV.

You can talk all you want. He's not going to answer.

Well, I'm gonna wait right here.

- Suit yourself, Detective. - I will, Doctor.

Sports page?

[announcer] Dr. Cowling, Floor Nine. Dr. Cowling--

[phone ringing]

Frank? Your wife called.

What... what did... what did she want?

I don't know.

- Did... did you talk to her? - Look, she called.

I told her I'd tell you that she called.

I mean, I told you. What more do you want from me?

[Pembleton] I'll call her back later.

Yeah, you do that.

Hey, maybe this isn't my place to say,

but I'm gonna say it anyway.

Where's the coffee pot?

The way you treated Pembleton, look, I think it stinks.

Why should I be nice? He shouldn't even be here

in the first place. You know, he's supposed to make coffee.

He can't even do that.

Now, put yourself in his loafers.

I mean, the guy just had a stroke.

If it was me that had a stroke, do you think I'd be

getting the same kind of consideration Frank is getting?

- Yeah, I do. - Wrong.

I work hard, I close cases, okay?

I do it without fanfare, without glory,

no special treatment, no coddling.

I come in day after day, night after night, and I do my job.

Do you know what would happen if I had a stroke?

I'd get a disability cheque and a handshake, if I was lucky.

No one would be doing any special behind-the-scenes

maneuvering to get me back on the unit.

Well, I still think it stinks.

You know what, Brodie?

I don't want you staying at my apartment, 'kay?

Consider yourself kicked out.

- You can't kick me out. - I just did.

No, you can't kick me out,

'cause I don't wanna stay with you.

This is the way you treat people, ah?

No wonder your partners keep leaving you.

Lieutenant, we got a confirmation

from the Crime Lab. Uba killed his mom.

Where the hell's Danvers?

He's on his way, Gee.

I won't be kept waiting this time.

He ought to give the guy a break.

He's got other things on his mind besides the job.

What are you talking about?

- You haven't heard his big news? - What news?

Danvers got engaged.

To some lady from the Public Defender's Office.

Engaged? I didn't hear.

Well, I would've thought you'd be the first to know.

Didn't you and Danvers used to be, uh... you know?

Danvers and I are friends. That's it.

Huh... hey, hey, hey, here's the dead man walking now.

- News travels fast. - [Kellerman] Congratulations.

If you need any advice on your marriage, don't ask him.

So, who is the future Mrs. Ed Danvers?

Oh, her name's Meryl Hansen.

She's a lawyer. She's smart, she's... she's beautiful.

[Kellerman] And she agreed to marry you?

[Danvers] Ah, well, I don't know that she wanted me.

I think she wanted the ring.

Well... hey, congratulations, Ed.

[Danvers] Thanks, Kay. Thanks.

[Howard] You know I'm very happy for you.

Danvers? We have business.

Could you get into my office, please?

You guys get to work.

"We're just friends."

That's-- that's baloney. You see the look on his face?

Why do you push her buttons every chance you get?

Because it is so easy.

Uba kills four people, shoots seven, holds a classroom

full of children hostage, murders his own mother,

and you're standing there telling me we can't charge him?

He's in the hospital with severe burns.

We charge him now, he becomes the State's

responsibility, doctor bills, medical treatments,

the whole health care nine yards.

We have to wait till he's released?

The doctors in the burn unit say that's two months minimum.

My office is getting pressure to keep expenses low.

Uba committed murder. He's gotta answer for that.

Are you saying we're hung up on a money issue?

Uba's under arrest. He's not going anywhere.

What difference does it make whether we charge him

now or two months from now?

The difference is I'll sleep tonight.

That's the difference!

All right.

All right, no promises, but I'll-- I'll put in a call

to the Chief Judge's office, I'll see what I can do.

- Keep in touch. - [phone ringing]

- He's awake. - Great.

[machine beeping]

- Gerry Uba? - Yeah.

I'm Detective Bayliss.

I'm the homicide detective

investigating your mother's murder.

Were you the one who took Angie?

[on TV] The snake full of frogs is now a frog full of snake.

You kill your mother, Gerry?

[Uba] What'd you do with my pig?

[Bayliss] Just answer my question first.

[Uba] Where's my pig?

You were angry at her, is that it?

No. Where's Angie?

Gee, why is that pig so important to you, Gerry?

You... you and your pig in kind of a...

you know, love with each other? Hmm?

Animals don't feel love. They don't feel hate.

[Bayliss] How do you know that?

Animals are incapable of good or evil.

When they kill, they kill simply to survive.

They take no joy in it. humans kill for revenge,

or out of desperation.

Desperation?

You mean that animals don't kill themselves.

Animals don't put their heads inside of ovens

- and turn the gas on, hmm? - [Uba] That's right.

Right, like when your father committed suicide.

He didn't commit suicide.

He murdered himself.

Is that why you went to the school, Gerry?

'Cause you were upset with your father?

He committed murder, so you thought like father,

like son, hmm?

I wanna see Angie!

I know where Angie is. I know where Angie is.

I know the people that have your pig, I know where

they have him, and if you talk to me,

I will tell you where he is.

Hmm? Come on.

- I knew what I had to do. - [Bayliss] And what was that?

You had-- you had to go to the school, right?

No. It could've been anywhere.

You mean the choice of the school, that was random.

It could've been a church, a mall, someone's house.

I just needed to find a place, somewhere to...

- Kill people. - [Uba] No.

- What, then? - To kill myself.

You... you were gonna kill yourself?

Yes.

- But you didn't. - I wanted to.

Yeah, but you couldn't go through with it.

You... you... you lost the guts to do it.

Your father, now, he killed himself, huh?

But you couldn't do that, could you?

I guess you're not as much of a man as your father was.

Oh, no. I'm better than him.

Well, how's that, Gerry? Tell me why.

At least when I was gonna kill myself,

I wasn't gonna leave her behind.

She wouldn't have been hurt.

[Bayliss] Oh, like she was when your father died?

- That's right. - Yeah.

So, uh... so you shot her because...

'cause you wanted to protect her, is that it?

Yeah.

'Cause you didn't want her to be left alone.

Yeah.

[machine beeping]

- [phone ringing] - Kellerman, line one.

Kellerman. Yeah.

When?

Okay, thanks. Thanks for calling.

What?

The little girl, Darcy Cole.

Hostage who got shot?

She died.

[indistinct chatter]

[Mr. Cole] He killed her!

He killed her. He's in there.

He's in there. Let me in there!

That son of a bitch. I'm gonna kill him.

He shot her! Let me in there!

- Whoa! Whoa! Easy. Easy. - He killed my daughter.

- No! No! - Whoa, whoa! Shh!

- He murdered my... girl! - Easy, easy, easy.

- All right. - He murdered my little girl.

- He killed my daughter, man. - Okay.

[Mr. Cole whimpering]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Frank, your wife called.

- Again? - Yeah, again.

She said you didn't call her back the first time.

Oh. Oh!

So call her back, would you?

She's gonna think it's my fault.

[Pembleton sighing]

*

Uh...

I-- I... I-I-I-I can't...

I can't remember my telephone number.

I'll write it down for you.

Here you go. Right here.

I'll put it right here. It'll always be right here.

Okay? Right?

Frank, why are you still here?

Wha... what? What?

What do you... what do you mean?

Your half-day shift ended 15 minutes ago. Go home.

Yeah, I'm gonna take him home, Gee.

This is the folder on the Frances Uba case.

You talked to Uba at the hospital?

- Oh, yeah. - What did he say?

Nothing. Just another in a long line of babbling,

pig-loving fruitcakes.

And don't come in early tomorrow.

Ready to go home, pal?

Hey, Gee. You have to be so hard on the guy?

You know, remember, Frank just had a stroke.

Maybe give him a little slack,

lighten up on him a little bit, ah?

- What do you think? - Talked to Ed Danvers.

He bypassed the State's Attorney,

and went straight to the Chief Judge of

the Court Commissioners. Got permission to charge Uba.

When can this happen?

Well, Danvers is filling out the paperwork now.

We should be able to charge Uba in the hospital

in a matter of hours.

[sighing] What about you, Kellerman?

Where are you on this case?

I've just got one more witness interview.

I need to talk to the teacher, Donna Digrazi.

Well, find her. I want all the paperwork finished.

I want the file on my desk.

I want these names on this board changed from red to black.

- You understand? - [Kellerman] Uh-huh.

When are we gonna erase Russert's name,

and give out Bongi and Sabatino?

I don't know, Kay. I-- I'll get on that tomorrow.

I'm on my way to the hospital.

I want to be there when they charge the bastard.

- So, how was your day today? - How... how was my day?

Yeah. Yeah. This is what I'm asking you.

My... my day was...

peachy.

Stop it, would you?

You could admit that you had a bad day.

I know that you had a bad day.

So... so... so why... why are you asking me?

Huh?

You know, this... it's not easy for me.

I mean, it's all... sort of turned around here.

I'm not the one who's usually driving, Frank, you are.

And I'm not used to... to looking at the...

the left side of your face,

I'm used to looking at the right side of your face.

How-- how's this? Now... now...

now you can-- you can look at the back--

back side of my face, huh?

You know, I-I-I... I'm nice to you, you hate me.

I'm tough with you, you hate me.

What?

- What? - What?

I had the... had the stroke. I almost died.

I'm supposed to be a-a-a different...

different person?

Huh? I-- I'm... I'm supposed to tr... treat...

treat people b-better?

No, no, no, no. I'm not people.

- I'm your partner. - Oh, oh. Oh! You...

You're my partner. I-I-I sit at a desk.

I-I am of... of absolutely no use to you, and uh...

I'm your partner.

I-I watch my weight. I watch my diet.

I watch my blood pressure.

Ev... every... every eight hours, no matter where I am

or what... what I'm doing, I have to take... take a little...

a little white pill.

If... if I don't...

Follow the rules

I die.

I-- I'm... I'm not going

to-- to treat you different... differently.

I won't.

'Cause that... that's not who-- who I am,

and who I am is...

all I have left.

- [Bayliss sighing] - [horn honking]

- Brodie? - [Brodie] Yeah.

- What are you doing? - I'm making my bed.

- That's your bed? - Yeah.

It's pathetic.

I know.

I want you to stay with me tonight.

Really?

I'm working a shift at the bar, I won't be home 'til late.

The dead bolt's kind of tricky,

so you gotta jiggle the key a little.

But don't jiggle it too much, or it'll stick.

- All right. - If you use the stereo,

turn out the lights, because the wiring's bad.

Okay.

And stay out of the medicine cabinet.

Why? What's in the medicine cabinet?

Nothing. Nothing's in the medicine cabinet, okay?

Okay, got it. Yeah!

- [Kellerman] Ms. Digrazi? - Yeah?

Hi, I'm Detective Kellerman. This is Detective Lewis.

We spoke to you at the hospital.

Oh, right. Right. Of course.

I'm sorry to disturb you,

but I never finished taking your statement.

- My statement? - Your account of the incident.

Why do you have to talk to me?

- You were there. - Well, it's for the paperwork.

It's for the lawyers, when they take the case to court.

Uh-- I came in early... I--

[Lewis] Excuse me?

Yes... yesterday morning, I... I came into work early.

I was excited.

We were finally getting out of the 18th century.

The 19th century, things really started

to get rolling, don't you think?

Yes, ma'am.

It seemed like such a normal morning.

It was... was a normal morning.

Darcy Cole was sitting... sitting right there.

They're, uh, closing up for the rest of the week.

[Kellerman] That's it, just a few days?

Well, the kids, they...

kids have to go back to school.

Have to go back to class, I mean...

I-- I was here, you know,

when they opened the doors for the very first day.

I taught here for 28 years.

I love this school.

After tonight, I'm never coming back.

Gerry Uba suffered a serious trauma. He's on pain medication.

- Is he conscious? - Last time I checked, yes.

But he's in a weakened condition.

Is that going to be a problem, Danvers?

As long as he's conscious, it's not a problem.

- [man] Gerry Uba. - Yeah?

I'm Leo Haber of the Court Commissioner's Office.

This is Lieutenant Giardello,

Ed Danvers of the State's Attorney's Office.

You are hereby charged with six counts of murder

in the first degree.

You are also charged with six counts of firearms violations,

and the use of a deadly weapon in the commission of a felony.

Do you understand the charges against you?

- I understand. - [Haber] Do you also understand,

that if convicted of these crimes, the penalty will be life

without parole, or the death penalty,

if the death penalty is sought by the State's Attorney?

- I understand. - You're being held without bail.

A hearing date will be set, at which time

you'll enter a plea in response to these charges.

- Do you understand? - Yes.

These are your copies. These are your copies.

- These are your copies. - That's it.

[machine beeping]

What?

Get well...

soon.

[Mary] Frank, you coming to bed?

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In a minute.

[Mary] Don't forget to take your pill.

I won't.

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