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[upbeat rock music plays]

[inaudible conversation]

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[theme music plays]

[radio static]

[indistinct chatter
over police radio]

- [phone rings]
- [man] Homicide.

[Lewis] Which animal
produces the largest sperm?

That is what I'm asking.
Would you care
to venture any guesses?

- Man.
- No.

- It's the elephant.
- [Munch] No, sir.

- The sperm whale?
- Not even close.

Okay, we give up, Munch.
Which animal's
got the biggest sperm?

The fruit fly.

The fruit fly?

The fruit fly
produces the largest sperm.

And did you read that
in National Geographic

or National Enquirer?

The itsy-bitsy fruit fly
produces sperm

more than 20 times
the size of its body.

- How is that possible?
- Nature's a mother.

Okay, so I'm gonna
do the math here.

- Get up, Bayliss.
- [Bayliss] Huh?

If you got a guy
of Bayliss' height,

produces a proportionate
amount of sperm...

it'd be like, 120 feet long.

[snorts] It's
just an ordinary night
for a guy like me.

[Kellerman] Oh, yeah?
Well, prove it, stud boy.

- [Howard] What's going on?
- [Kellerman] Nothing.

What, you guys
talking about sperm again?

Bayliss says he's got
nads the size of a fruit fly's.

Ah, tell me
something I don't know.

What is this obsession
you all have with sperm, huh?

It's just a healthy curiosity.

If it weren't
for our daddy's sperm,

wouldn't none of us be here.

And your mama's eggs.

Hey, Frank.
Take your medicine yet?

Stop-- stop--
stop clucking over me.

All right, listen up.
We got a signal-13.

- 954 Forrest.
- [Lewis] That's the State Pen.

Everybody goes.
Except you, Frank.

[ominous percussion music]

Gee, this one died
of a single stab wound
to the heart.

This one, multiple stab wounds
to the back and stomach.

Thank you.

I recognize him.
It's Claude Vetter.

- He shot his wife in cold blood.
- Yeah.

Remember this jamoke, Gee?
James Douglas.

Videotaped his cousin
blowing out

the brains of an old lady
at a park bench?

- [Giardello] Yeah.
- Today the universe
is two lowlifes short.

Let's go.
What are we doing here?

Still gotta fill out
the paperwork, Munch.

What? Douglas killed Vetter.

[Bayliss] Yeah.
Who killed Douglas?

An indifferent society?

A barbaric penal system?
Sean Penn?

Who cares? Let's go.

[clears throat]
We spoke with the Warden.

Yeah, nice guy,
great personality.

It was like the riot
was over almost before it began.

All the inmates
are safe in their bunks.

Besides these two stiffs,
they got 12 inmates

in the infirmary
as a result of the riot.

Yeah, nothing serious, Gee.

- Just cuts, bruises,
gunshot wounds.
- Gunshots?

Yeah, well, you know,
in order to quell the brouhaha,

the guards opened up on the mob.

Mostly kneecaps.

Did the warden say
what caused the brouhaha?

[Lewis] No, he wasn't sure.

The inmates weren't trying
to take over the asylum,

no hostages, no demands.

Violence for
the sake of violence.

Ah, Gee,
maybe I'd better stay here

with the guys,
figure out what we can.

You know, what if,
while we're dillydallying

about here, somewhere else
in our fair city,

a law-abiding,
tax-paying citizen gets
hacked to pieces by his wife?

- Yeah, or his mistress.
- Or his wife and his mistress.

- [Giardello] All right, Munch,
come with me.
- Thank you.

Kellerman, Lewis, Bayliss,
you work with Kay.

Well, how come he gets to?

Just make sure
you're back at the office

at the end of the shift.

Sir, that's not a lot of time
to get to the truth.

All we need
is a couple of facts.

We already know the truth.
Let's go, Brodie.

[*]

- Well, you wanna say anything?
- I got nothing to say.

Your own cousin is dead,
and you got nothing to say?

- That's right.
- Okay. Bye-bye.

I do wanna know one thing
from this man here.

I bet you don't
even remember me.

Sure I do. I got a good memory.

Well, if you remember who I am,

then how the hell
do you sleep at night?

I sleep pretty good.
How do you sleep?

How do I sleep?
How do you think I sleep,

when you put me here
for something I didn't do?

[Kellerman] Oh, yeah?
You killed that old lady!

We got it on videotape,
videotape that your cousin shot.

Man, I didn't kill nobody!

Hey, we're done
with this douche.

Douche? Who do you think
you're calling a douche?

Man, I wish you were
in the cafeteria earlier.

I would've kicked
your white pansy ass.

Well, my white
pansy ass is going home tonight,

to an air-conditioned apartment,

and a woman,
and a six-pack of beer.

And you're going
to a 98-degree cell,

to a humid-as-hell
week of lockdown.

Now, when I add all that up,
you know what?

You are the douche!
What do you say, detective?

Mmm. Yeah, maxi douche.

[gunshot bangs]

[intriguing percussion
music plays]

Nice score, detective.

Thanks.

You keep practicing every day,

you'll pass that test
in a few weeks.

- I don't have a few weeks.
- [gun clicks]

[Pembleton sighs]

Like I tell you, man.

I didn't see nothing.

[Lewis] Huh... [sighs]

Fourteen years ago,
you were convicted
of first-degree murder

related to the death
of one Sam "Golden Eye" Markey.

Neither one of us was
in Homicide 14 years ago.

You want to
tell us about it, please?

No.

[chuckling]
The question was rhetorical.

Tell us about it, please.

Well, whatever you need
is in that file, I'm sure.

[Lewis] I'd rather hear
it from the horse's mouth,

as the saying goes.

Well, my wife got shot dead
on the street.

The bullet was intended
for a drug dealer.

The fine detectives
of the Homicide Squad spent

about half a day
shuffling around.

I never heard from 'em again,
so, uh,

I found the guy
that killed my wife, and, uh...

I killed him.

[Bayliss] You had, uh, two kids.

Baby was a month old.

You still see your kids?

Why are you bringing up
my kids, man?

What does that have to do
with anything?

[Bayliss] You've been
in this joint for 14 years,

a big chunk of your time.

Yeah, well,
I want to go back to my cell!

And I want everybody
in here who's listening

to know that
I ain't seen nothing,

I ain't heard nothing,
and I ain't talking
about nothing!

- I'm going back to my cell!
- [Lewis] No, you ain't.

You ain't going
nowhere until somebody
with a badge takes you there.

'Cause you ain't got
no rights, Elijah.

You gave up your rights when
you killed "Golden Eye" Markey.

[Bayliss] Yeah. Sit down.

Sir.

Please.

Now, you--
you had a wife, Jasmine.

You had kids, you had a life.

And you sacrificed all that
for a righteous reason,

but James Douglas is just
a cold and calculated murderer.

Why would
you protect his killer?

What do you think
goes on in here, detective?

You don't lock up

900 violent men...

in overcrowded conditions
and give 'em, uh, a TV,

or some weights, and tell 'em,

"This is what it's all about,
the rest of your life."

Come on, detective.

Douglas sticks Vetter,
someone sticks Douglas.

That stuff goes on
here all the time.

I mean, you know, you can sit
in your living room

thinking we're being
rehabilitated...

but rehabilitated for what?

I'm in here forever, detective.

Forever.

So you can, you know,
you can go back to your city,

you know, with your Camden Yards
and your water taxis...

and I want you, and you...

to leave me the hell alone.

Okay.

All right,
thank you very much for coming.

You ever been to jail, Meldrick?

No, not as a prisoner.

- Uh-uh.
- Mmm.

I have.

Bayliss, why is it
that the more I learn about you,

the less I want to know?

Huh?

All right, so fess up.
What were you in the pokey for?

Was it drunk driving? Date rape?

- Pedophilia?
- No.

So what?

I, uh...

protesting human rights abuses
in El Salvador.

- Of course.
- Yeah, I was.

I was like-- oh, 18.

So how much time you get
for protesting

human rights violations
in El Salvador?

Well, I was in the holding cell
for two nights.

- Two nights?
- Yeah.

That don't exactly count
as hard time.

They were very long nights.

So why didn't you post bail?

My dad refused to come get me.

[siren wailing in distance]

Ooh, okay, that's harsh.

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, I mean, my dad

just had very set ideas
about life, you know.

Yeah, well, I hope
you stiffed him on Father's Day.

Every chance I got.

I will kill you! I'll kill you!

I will kill you!

Think I ought to write
this one up

as a hostile witness?

[Howard chuckling] Who's next?

Tom Marans.

You wanna step out for this one?

And why should I step out?

Well, the Chilton murder
was your case,

but I closed it, and you were
kind of upset at the time.

- I wasn't upset.
- You were upset.

I wasn't upset
you got Marans to confess.

I was upset by how loose
you were with procedure.

So, okay,
maybe I ought to step out.

You're not going anywhere.
Just have 'em bring Marans in.

- [Howard] Hello.
- Hey.

How you been?

Do I know you?

[Howard] You don't remember us?

[Kellerman] Hey, Mr. Robey.

You know me?

Sure, we all worked
the sniper shootings.

Detective Kellerman.

Maybe I remember him.

I'd like to talk to
you about the stabbings.

You see anything?

The guards,
they must have thought

I was trying to rush the door,
because I was just trying to

get out of there,
and I got shot.

Did you see
or hear anything going on

between Douglas and Vetter?

I saw Douglas stick Vetter
right in the heart.

James Douglas
was the worst of the bunch.

What do you mean?

It's like
we're the minority here.

It's like we have to take orders
from these people.

Vetter tried to recruit me

for his dumb-ass
Aryan Brotherhood jive.

All of us white guys,
we stand out here.

So you're saying a white guy
stabbed James Douglas?

All I saw were the fists.

Any idea
who would want to kill him?

Douglas offed Vetter,
so you figure it out.

It's a long list.

What's the name
of the guy, Alex?

[sighs] I don't know,
but I'd like to shake his hand.

[chuckles] Lady, you don't wanna
know what I know.

[Kellerman] You don't know,
or you don't want us to know?

I don't know, and if I did,
I wouldn't tell you.

- Erica.
- [Marans] What?

- Your hand.
- [Marans] Oh.

[Lewis] You had that done
since you been here?

What do you think?

I think that you loved her...

Erica.

I think that
you loved her so much

that when she betrayed you,
you suffocated her.

That was a long time ago.

I can barely remember her face.

It's like that part of my life
is a dream.

So you scratched her name
on your knuckles

to remind you
that it wasn't no dream,

to remind you of who you were
before you came to this place.

- Yeah.
- You were a good man, hmm?

A decent man.

- You're right. I was.
- [sirens wailing]

And now, you do
whatever it takes to survive.

Uh-huh.

Things that you would never,
ever do outside.

- [Marans] Yeah.
- Like smoke.

Uh-huh.

[Lewis] Like drugs.

- Uh-huh.
- Like sex.

Erica's daughter's name
was Catherine.

Cathy.

I think I'm gonna have
her name tattooed right here.

Do you mind if I take
an extra couple of those?

[Lewis] Get outta here. Next!

[inmate] Psst. Elijah?

[Elijah] What do you want?

[inmate] The cops,
jackin' up everybody.

Yeah.

[inmate] Word is you saw
who carved up James Douglas.

And what about it?

[inmate] Word is,
you better not say a word,

or you could end up
the same way.

Let me tell you something.

You tell your little playmate

his threats don't scare me.

He ain't nothing but a punk,
just like you, pure and simple.

[inmate] Hey.

And since you're being
the messenger boy,

you can tell him this also...

I got no love for the police,

I got no reason
to make their lives easier.

I ain't saying
what I saw to nobody.

[inmate] That's all he's askin'.

[Kellerman] Man, it's good
to be out of that place.

[Lewis] Yeah,
but we didn't get squat.

[Howard] So Gee says come home,
we come home.

[Kellerman]
What's the matter, Tim?

You've been pretty quiet
since we left the penitentiary.

You know that guy
that Lewis and I talked to?

- Elijah Sanborn?
- [Lewis] Sanborn?

[Bayliss] Yeah, he saw it all,

and he wanted to
tell me about it.

- I know he did.
- [Lewis] What?

Were you on drugs?
Did you hear what the guy said?

[Bayliss] Yeah, I heard,
but my gut

tells me something different.

[Lewis] Speaking of guts,
I'm hungry, you?

[Kellerman]
Yeah, maybe I'll barbecue.

- [Bayliss] Hey, Kay.
- [indistinct].

You know, I know I shouldn't
care

who killed James Douglas.

I know it's
not gonna do anything,

but I don't wanna
give up this case yet.

Well, I don't either,
but Gee's got it--

I know, I know.
Just cover for me with Gee.

Give me a day or two,
see if I can find anything,

a door in.

- A door into Elijah Sanborn?
- [Bayliss] Yeah.

You really think
he wants to tell you?

No, I think
that he needs to tell me.

I think that Sanborn's
looking for redemption.

Listen to me,
I'm just-- I'm sounding like
Pembleton here.

Eh, it could be worse.
You could sound like Munch.

[Bayliss] You know, you weren't
in that room with him, but...

I'll tell you, there's something
about that guy.

He's just...

different than the others.

His eyes.

- [Bayliss chuckles nervously]
- [Howard] Well...

I-- They reminded me
of my dad's.

It's stupid, isn't it?

I'll keep Gee off your tail.

- You keep me posted.
- [Bayliss] Deal.

[indistinct chatter]

Hiya.

Get out of my face.

Three times a day, huh?

What?

That's how
often you have to take

your blood pressure medicine?
Three times?

Yeah, so-- so--

Well, I noticed
when you first came back,

you were taking
them all the time.

Past few weeks,
I haven't seen you pop one once.

Y-- y-- you're starting to--
to-- irritate-- irritate me.

Hey, my mom had a stroke,

and she was supposed
to take her pills, same as you.

Only she stopped, right?

And-- and no one in our family
could figure out why.

And then she took a piano solo

in the chamber orchestra music,
and it was beautiful.

And then we realized,
me and my father

that the reason why she stopped
taking 'em is because

the medication fogged up
her concentration and stuff.

She just wanted to
take a solo one last time.

I-- i-- is there reason--

why-- why you're telling me
all-- all this?

No. No reason.

Except that...

I know you're trying to pass
this firearms exam...

and I'm not saying
this is the case,

but you might stop chugging
those things,

just temporarily, those pills,
so that you can concentrate

on passing that,
so that you can get

back out on the streets,
closing these cases.

And I realize that the longer
you stay off of them,

the bigger risk
you have of another stroke.

Y-- y-- you know something?

[Brodie] What?

I-- l-- I underestimated you.

[chuckles] That's all right.
Most people do, detective.

You want to come
over to the boat tonight?
I'm barbecuing.

No, thanks.

[Kellerman] Munch and Lewis
are gonna be there.

No, I got things to do.

You never wanna come to my boat.

I've asked you, like,
ten times now.

Don't take it personal.
I'm just very busy.

[Kellerman] What,
are you afraid of water?

Yes. Yes! Yes!

[squeaking
of cassette unwinding]

Kay, this is pure synchronicity.

Brodie, get out.

What? I'm working here.

- [sighs] Kay?
- He's working.

All right.
But you are not hearing
this conversation.

- You understand me?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

- I'm good with that.
- What have you got?

Kay, as luck would have it,
a 14-year-old boy

was arrested a week ago
for armed robbery.

How does that make us lucky?

- This is you not listening?
- I'm sorry.

[Bayliss] All right.
The young thief's name...

Kingston...

Sanborn.

- Elijah's son.
- Mm-hm, exactly.

So first thing tomorrow,
we play home version
of Let's Make A Deal.

Come on down!

[upbeat rock music plays]

- [Bayliss] Just say yes.
- [Conroy] No.

Come on, Maggie.
I'm not gonna make a deal
with Kingston Sanborn.

- Why not?
- I don't need to.

I have three eyewitnesses.
I have the gun.

I have the stolen money
we found in his bedroom.

This baby is open and shut.

Kingston Sanborn
is going to jail.

- He is 14 years old.
- He's a criminal.

[sighs] You know something?

Uh, maybe I haven't explained
my plan well enough to you.

What I'd like to do is go
to Elijah Sanborn with a deal,

get him to tell me
who stabbed James Douglas,

and we let his kid off with
six months in a juvie facility.

So that in six months,

this kid can be out
on the street

sticking a gun
in somebody else's face?

Well if you send him
off to the Hickey School

for four years,
he's gonna come out any better?

No, but at least
he'll be gone longer.

Maggie, I am trying to
solve a murder here.

Now, what is more important,
a robbery or a murder?

We have got to consider
the greater good.

Or the greater bad.

[Bayliss] I am not saying
that Kingston Sanborn

should not be punished.

What I am saying is,
the man who stabbed

James Douglas
should be punished also.

Now, with this,
you get two wins.

You get two convictions
for the price of one.

- Okay.
- [Bayliss] Oh, Elijah?

- Oh, man, it's you again, huh?
- Yeah...

I, uh...

spoke to some of your neighbors,

some of your friends
before you went away.

Now, what they told me is
that you were an honor student,

champion athlete,
all-round jolly good fellow.

It's the same thing in here.

The Warden said that you were
a model prisoner,

that is the word he used.

Oh, man, look, I'm not telling
you anything, you understand?

I think you will, Elijah,

because you always do
what's right.

Okay, who's to say
telling you is right?

Your son Kingston was arrested
last week for armed robbery.

- Yeah, so? I heard.
- Yeah.

So you know
how this thing works.

One hand washes the other.

Your son's freedom
for what you know.

You bastard.

You bastard!
Use my son against me?

- You talk about what's right
and use my son against me!
- Guard!

What is that?

That's oven-roasted
and freshly brewed.

Yeah. I didn't ask you
to get me any coffee.

I know, but I figured
you could use
a little bump of caffeine.

[sighs] Yeah.

Thanks.

Yeah, yeah, I'm here.

- What?
- Nothing.

Kellerman, you know something?
You're driving me insane.

I know what you're doing.

You're still working
on James Douglas's murder.

I'm, uh...

It's okay,

and I know you're used
to working with Pembleton,

and you probably
want to do this alone,

but if you need a hand,
all you gotta do is ask.

Uh-huh. Why you offering?

[Kellerman] Well, I mean,
come on, Tim, let's be honest.

I mean, since I came
to Homicide from Arson,

you and I
haven't really hit it off,

and I just like to bond
with the people I work with.

Yeah. Is this part
of some transcendental,

12-step, Iron John program?

Hmm?

- What?
- [Bayliss] No, I'm here.

I'm here.
Here-- yeah, yeah, go ahead.

Uh-huh. Okay.

Thank you very much.

- If you wanna come, come.
- Where are you going?

McCulloh Street,
to see Elijah Sanborn's mother.

[dog barking faintly]

- [Bayliss] Hi.
- [woman] Hi.

I'm Detective Bayliss,
this is Detective Kellerman,

and we're looking for
Mrs. Geraldine Sanborn.

My grammy's asleep.

Well, could you tell her
that we're here?

She's been sick. Leave her be.

We've had enough police pushing
their way around here lately.

- Are you, uh-- you Maya?
- [Maya] Uh-huh.

Why aren't you in school?

I told you, my grammy's sick.

She needs round-the-clock care.

I worked it out
with my teachers.

I'm keeping up.

[Bayliss]
Your brother, Kingston.

What about him?

Well, the evidence against him
is pretty overwhelming.

The State's Attorney wants to
send him away for a long while.

I swear, he's never done
anything like this before.

I don't know what
got inside his head.

[Kellerman] We can help you out.

How?

We'll get the State's Attorney

to reduce
your brother's prison time,

and we'll see that he gets sent
to a juvenile detention farm,

instead of a hardcore prison.

And what have
I gotta do in return?

Talk to your father.

I don't have a father.

We need to get some
information that he has.

And we'd like you
to convince him to tell us.

And then you'll let Kingston go?

[Kellerman] He'll spend
six months milking cows,

but then, yeah.

Sergeant Howard,
your job is knowing

where your detectives are,
at any given moment.

Oh, I'm aware of that, sir.

So if I should ask you
the current location

of Detective Lewis,
you could tell me?

Yes, sir. At the ME.

He's getting
the Levinsky autopsy.

- [Giardell] And Munch?
- Yes, sir.

At the lab,
dealing with the Adder shooting.

And, say, Bayliss?

Bayliss? Yes, sir.

[Giardello] Where's Bayliss, sergeant?

Well, he's out on a case, sir.

[Giardello] Which case?

- Lambert slaying.
- Lambert?

That investigation's
three months old.

- Bayliss has a new lead, sir.
- I see.

You wouldn't be lying to me,
would you, sergeant?

- No, sir.
- [Giardello] Good.

Because if you start lying
to protect your men,
that would erode the trust

- that you and I have worked
so hard to establish.
- Mm-hmm.

So I'm just going to assume that

Bayliss is out checking
a new investigation

on the Lambert file, and not,

I repeat, not still wandering
the halls of the State Pen.

Am I right in that assumption?

You make life
very difficult, Gee.

I try, sergeant.

I try.

[sighs]

Maya, is that you?

- [Maya] Yes.
- Oh.

Oh, man. Wow. [laughs]

Oh, look at you.

Look at you.
Look how beautiful you are.

How's your grandmother?

I haven't talked to her
in months.

She's got Alzheimer's.

She doesn't know who she is
from one minute to the next.

The doctor says
she's gonna die soon.

I want you to tell this man
what he needs to know.

If you do,
they'll let Kingston go.

Next month I'm gonna be 18.

I can be
Kingston's legal guardian.

I'm gonna take him away,
take him down to Florida.

I've got a friend who can get me
a job at Disney World.

I've never asked you
for anything.

I've always made my own way.

But I am asking,

tell the detective
whatever he wants.

- Baby...
- No.

Tell him now, or I will curse
your name till the day I die.

I will hate you.
I will hate you, Daddy.

[somber music]

[sighs]

I'm sure Detective Bayliss
will be out in a minute,

then we'll take you home.

- Gum?
- No, thank you.

Yeah. I chew this
'cause I quit smoking.

It's been about a year now
since I had my last cigarette.

But I still, you know,
always think about having one,

but I guess
that never really goes away.

Huh?

- So?
- He'll tell us.

- Great.
- On one condition.

What?

He wants to see his son.

I know you don't know me.

I came here
right after you were born.

Your grandmother thought it best
never to bring you

when she came and visited,
and I agreed.

I didn't want you
to see me like this.

But maybe we were wrong.

Hey, Kingston.
Would you sit down, please?

We were wrong 'cause,

you know, I am your father.

This is the way I am.
This is who I am.

This is who I've become.

- Are you listening to me?
- Yeah.

My friends used to
visit regular.

My family,
your mother's family, too.

I was a big part of their lives.

They'd say
my being gone left a hole...

but over time I guess
that hole got filled,

'cause they came less and less,

until finally
they stopped coming altogether.

It was like I disappeared,
like I died,

and they just went on
with their lives.

But I don't hold it against them

'cause I'd have done the same.

Look, old man.
What is this about?

- Come here, son.
- [Kingston] Get off me!

- Get off!
- Listen to me!

Listen to me.
I'm trying to
tell you something.

You wanna know
what this is about, huh?

I'll mess you up, man, come on!

Wanna know what this is about?

I don't want you to disappear.

I'm your father.
I gave you life.

I'm your father, Kingston.

I don't want
you to become like me,

I don't want you to be like me!

You understand me? Come on.

Get out.

Get outta here!

I don't ever want to
see your face again.

[Bayliss] Take him back.

[Kellerman]
Come along, sonny boy.

[Elijah] Get him outta here!

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I...

killed James Douglas.

[*]

Maggie, you can't ask
for the death penalty.

Oh, I can't? Why not?

Because Elijah Sanborn
did not stab James Douglas.

He signed a confession.

- He is lying!
- Why would he lie?

Why would he admit
killing someone he didn't?

I don't know, but that's what
I'm gonna find out.

Swell. In the meantime,
I am prosecuting this case

as primo murder,
with all the trimmings.

You know something?
You're making a big mistake.

What is it with you, Bayliss?

You asked me to make
a deal with Kingston Sanborn

so that we could get
Douglas's killer.

Well, we have Douglas's killer.

Just because
it isn't who you want it to be,

I'm supposed to cool my heels?

Well, the law
doesn't work that way.

No, Maggie.

The law works
any way we want it to.

[Elijah] I killed
James Douglas, man.

You're lying.
I killed James Douglas.

You understand what's gonna
happen if you keep saying that?

The State's Attorney
is gonna sign you up
for a lethal injection!

Yeah, well, what's the downside?

Wh-- what the hell
is that supposed to mean?

Detective, has it ever occurred
to you that I want to die?

That's why? Huh?

You lie about stabbing Douglas,

and the state pays the freight
for your suicide, huh?

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
something like that, yeah.

Well, I am not gonna
let you die, Elijah.

Why, huh? What do you care?

What difference does it make?

You got kids.

Yeah, well, I'm dead to my kids.

[gentle piano music plays]

[Kellerman] You okay?

Mmm. You get along
with your father, right?

Yeah. Dad's great. In his way.

[Bayliss] My father and I,
we never talked.

When we did, we argued.

And when he passed on...

I didn't even cry.

That kind of
bothers me, I guess.

He-- he wanted to have his ashes
just spread out at sea.

So...

I stood in the boat,

dumped what was left of him
into the bay.

Goodbye, Pop.

And I'm left with this empty jar
and these unresolved feelings,

and now I don't even have
a gravestone to yell at.

What brought this on?

I don't know. Frank, his baby.

Sanborn.

Elijah Sanborn behind bars

is a better father
than mine ever was.

I'm sure this is the point when
Pembleton would probably say

something incredibly wise
and profound to you.

[Bayliss chuckles]

Well, I'm not profound,
so I'm not even gonna try,

but I-- I just want
you to know I'm here for you.

And if you want a hug,
I'd be happy to give you one.

- A hug?
- [Kellerman] Yeah.

Do you and Lewis hug?

- Yeah.
- A lot?

No, not a lot.

- But enough.
- What do you mean?

Do you want Lewis
to hug you more?

Forget that
I brought this all up.

No, no, no, you brought up
the hugging thing.

- Just forget it.
- [Lewis] Hey, Bayliss!

- What?
- [Lewis] Bayliss.

You better get
on back out to the big house.

There's another
brouhaha brewing.

[Bayliss] What happened?
Hey, what happened?

[Lewis] Somebody beat
Trevor Douglas into a coma.

[doctor]
Severe blow to the head.

Looks like massive
cerebral hemorrhaging.

[guard] We found this.

What are you doing?

You're gonna get
your fingerprints all over that!

[man] Uh, excuse me.

- Detective Bayliss?
- [Bayliss] What?

[man] Detective Kellerman's got
Tom Marans for you.

He admits to it.

- Why'd you hit Trevor Douglas?
- Is he dead?

Well, not quite.

- Damn, I want him dead.
- Why?

He killed James.

He killed his own cousin?

[Tom] Trevor was bragging
about it.

He even showed me the knife,
hidden under his mattress.

Take me to Douglas's cell.

Well, did Trevor say
why he killed James?

Because of
a carton of cigarettes.

Trevor claimed James had stolen
the carton of cigarettes,

only James
didn't steal anything.

Well, how are you
so sure of that?

Because I did.

But that doesn't explain
why you hit Trevor.

Why would it matter to you
why he killed James?

'Cause I was James's herm.

[Bayliss] Herm?

Her him. His wife.

Oh. Oh.

You loved him?

Yes.

Hmm.

And you loved Erica Chilton
enough to kill her,

and you loved James Douglas
enough to kill for him.

Yeah.

Well, I guess
I'm just a hopeless romantic.

Oh, yeah.
You're hopeless, all right.

Come on. Get him outta here.

I got you a little something.

[sighs]

Well, love conquers all.

- [indistinct chatter]
- [phone rings]

Congratulations
on the Douglas murders, Tim.

[Bayliss] Oh, thanks, Gee.

Of course, Trevor's pals
will probably try to whack
Tom Marans,

and you'll be
back trying to solve his murder.

Yeah. Well, the beat goes on.

In the meantime,
you'll have to take

- one more trip
out to the State Pen.
- Why is that?

You've got to give
Elijah Sanborn the bad news.

That he's got a reprieve,
and he's gonna live.

Yeah.

Hmm.

Hey.

Hello.

- [brake squealing]
- What you doing out here?

My grammy died today.

[Bayliss] Oh, I'm sorry.

She died so peaceful.

I decided to go for a drive.

I ended up here.

I used to do this a lot
when I got lonely.

Come and stand outside
and imagine him in there...

try to get close to him.

But it always made me feel
more lonely.

Maya, I'm a cop.

And I know you
got no use for anything
that a cop has to say.

I barely know your father, see,

but from what I've seen of him,

I can say this,
that you are his daughter,

and he loves you, Maya.

He loves you very, very much.

I gotta go.

- [turn signal beeping]
- [Bayliss] You know something?

Just one more second,
and then I'm gonna shut up.

Let me say this,
that I would give--

I would give my badge,

I would give
everything that I own,

and everything
that I ever hope to have...

for two more minutes
with my father.

Just two minutes.

Because when your dad is gone,
that's it.

He is gone forever.

Instead of sitting out here
trying to get close to him,

you should come on inside
with me.

I got things to take care of.

I gotta bury my grammy.

Okay.

Be well.

[heartfelt rock music plays]

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