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Hey, Mikey? I saw your picture in the paper.

Yeah, you, all of Baltimore

and 23 counties from Worcester to Frederick.

- Feel lousy, huh? - Yeah, whatever.

Young Roland's a real pro, he's almost as bad as his dad.

[Kellerman] He's worse.

How many buildings has he burnt down?

- Six that I know of. - Yeah.

I remember that warehouse fire on Moncrieff and Duparc.

- Moncrieff and Dobson. - Right. Right.

Must've gotten a bundle on the insurance.

A million two.

Oh, and he offered you how much?

I don't wanna talk about this.

He must've flashed a lot of cash.

I mean, I can see how that could be tempting, Mike.

- Maybe for you. - [Bayliss scoffs]

What's that supposed to mean?

It means, why are you asking me all these questions?

- I'm just being supportive. - That's what this is?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, kids, kids!

Come on, what's the hoopla here?

I was talking to your partner about the article in The Sun.

Nah, you were giving me the third degree.

Believe me,

if I was grilling you, pal, you'd know it.

[Kellerman] That's it. I'm outta here.

What's the matter, man? Hey, wait!

Mikey! Tim?

Hey, just remember, Bayliss,

you can't believe everything you read, now.

About me? No.

About Kellerman? Maybe.

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[static crackles]

[indistinct chatter over police radio]

- [phone rings] - [man] Homicide.

This better be good, Lewis. I didn't come here for coffee.

Yeah, there's too many busybodies in the squad room, Gee.

- I gotta talk to you privately. - Sit down. We'll talk.

Yeah, it's about Mikey.

The answer's no about Mikey.

I ain't asked you nothing yet, Gee.

I can't put Kellerman back on the street.

- I'd like to, I need to, but I can't do it. - Oh, come on, Gee.

Everybody's tiptoeing around the guy like he's oozing E coli.

Well, he's got tough skin. He'll get through this.

He shouldn't have to.

What happened to innocent until proven otherwise?

Ain't that what we're supposed to believe in around here?

The decision is not mine.

We gotta be able to do something, Gee.

The gods have conspired against this shift.

I can no longer help Kellerman, that I can heal Pembleton's mind

or bring Russert back from Paris.

I will tell you something right now, Lewis.

You can fight love, you can fight nature,

but you certainly can't fight the Feds.

They're railroading the guy, see?

All right, all right! Police officer.

You're beautiful.

- She's beautiful. - She's dead.

Correct. For bonus points, can you tell me why?

Well, it'd be a lot easier if you'd let me take a look at the body.

Be my guest.

Thank you. Can you help me roll her, please?

- What's her name again? - Nina Josephson-Engle, 28 years old.

- Who called it in? - The husband, Philip Engle.

He came home from a business trip and found her like this.

- Where is he now? - He's out in the yard.

He kept crying, calling her name. We took him outside.

I want to talk to the poor cluck.

Don't bring him in here unless he's calmed down.

Talk to me, Dr. Cox.

There are no visible signs of trauma.

No blood, minimal rigor. I don't know.

I'd say she's been dead about four or five hours.

Can you tell me the cause of death?

Well, she wasn't shot, stabbed strangled or bludgeoned.

Bayliss said you were brilliant.

If I were so brilliant, I'd be able

to tell you how she died as opposed to how she didn't.

Help me roll her back.

I hate this kind of cases.

A dealer with a hole in his head, I can handle.

Abusive husband with a knife in his heart, a junkie with a needle in--

- Her eyes... - Did they move?

- No, she's got makeup on. - So?

Most women take off their makeup before they go to bed.

Not the women I know.

Are you sure you're all right?

No, I'm fine. I wanna get through this.

We can go in the living room.

I wanna be near my wife.

They gonna be taking her out of here soon.

So you were in San Francisco for what, three days?

Yeah, I was on a business trip. I took the red eye home.

Do they have to go through her drawers like that?

It's just routine, Mr. Engle.

- What time did you get in? - Our plane landed at 6:14.

I was home by 7:00 and I came upstairs.

- Nina was sleeping. - Did you try to wake her?

No, I-- I went downstairs...

to make some eggs.

And then when they were finished,

I called her name, but she didn't answer.

So you came back upstairs?

Do they have to take so many pictures, like...

Yeah, well, they're almost done.

When you came home, did you notice

anything like doors or windows open?

- Signs of a break-in, anything suspicious? - No, nothing.

Did your wife have any medical problems?

- Like high blood pressure, diabetes? - No.

- Is she on any kind of medication? - No.

What are they doing to her and where are they taking her?

They're taking her to the Medical Examiner's office

for an autopsy.

I'll go with her.

That's not a good idea. Believe me.

Are you-- are you done with the questions?

I should probably call Nina's mother and my family.

Of course, but you're gonna have to come down to Headquarters with me.

Why?

'Cause we still don't have a cause yet for your wife's death.

What are you talking about? She died in her sleep.

This is just part of the investigation, Mr. Engle.

Oh. Can I at least say goodbye?

Sure, of course.

[Munch] Psst! Doc?

How long is this autopsy gonna take?

It'll be at least couple of hours for the prelim.

You call me the second you find anything.

What if I don't find anything?

You'll find something. This guy's lying.

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Hey! I've been working on the Lambert case.

- The Lambert case? - Yeah.

Th-- there was a soda can found in Alison Lambert's car.

- Yeah. - Un-- under the seat.

Yep. The Lambert case. You know something?

I haven't thought about the Lambert case in weeks,

but, yeah, there was a soda can.

It was under her seat. It was ginger ale.

- A-- any prints? - Yes.

- The vi-- victim's? - Nope.

Oh, then they could've belonged the shooter.

It could've been his can.

Sure, or it could have belonged

to her boyfriends or brothers, cousins or friends.

Does anyone have any staples here?

Those fingerprints could've belonged to anyone

who ever rode in that car.

- We didn't get a match. - No.

No match, no, uh-- Thanks. No witness, no motive.

Hmm. Must-- must be something.

Frank, the Lambert case was worked

as hard as any case can be worked.

Now, if I have a lead, I am gonna pursue it, okay?

But right now, I don't have any leads.

It's not for lack of trying, all right?

I gotta go upstairs.

Well, look, look. Okay.

I know you are just trying to help,

and if it's gonna make you feel any better,

I am going to have the lab rerun the prints

on Alison Lambert's car.

Okay?

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- Mitch Roland. - And you are?

Detective Mike Kellerman.

- Did you have an appointment? - He knows who I am.

Mr. Roland, there's a Detective Kellerman here to see you.

Yes. I'll tell him.

Mr. Roland can't see you right now.

He suggests that you set up a meeting for next week.

Mr. Roland's office.

- That's not gonna work for me. - Excuse me!

Excuse me, you can't go back there!

Wait a minute.

Excuse me, you're gonna have to wait.

Mike Kellerman!

I was wondering when you were gonna show up.

You don't like making appointments, do you?

I also don't like getting jacked around by scum like you.

What can I do for you? - You call The Sun.

And you tell 'em this whole thing is crap.

Doesn't look like crap to me. Looks like you're guilty as sin.

By the way, that's a terrible photo.

Now, you got burned by your own fire, Roland,

and now you're talking to the Feds,

you're lying to them just to screw me.

What do you want me to say? You're right?

You got me? I was wrong all along?

- I never took a penny from you. - That's not what I recall.

- I wouldn't touch your money. - Don't get so worked up.

Admit you jumped offsides, take the penalty and get on with the game.

I'm not even in the game?

Why don't we let the Grand Jury settle this argument.

Why don't we settle it right now?

- What are you saying? - You want to fight me?

Yeah. Are you scared of a clean fight?

You want a piece of me?

You want to take a swing. You go ahead.

Get up!

[woman over phone] Take a deep breath

and count to ten, Detective Kellerman.'

- Who's that? - [woman] You're in enough trouble.

A fist fight's not going to help you.

Who's on the phone, Roland?

That would be Gail Ingram, Assistant US Attorney.

- She's been on the whole time? - [Ingram] I heard every word.

Well good, then hear this.

Mitch Roland is a lying son of a bitch.

[Ingram] Hey. Mitch Roland is a Federal witness.

Intimidating a Federal witness is against the law.

Well, your Federal witness is a punk.

That was fun, wasn't it?

[Ingram] Save it for the Grand Jury, Roland.

[line beeps]

- It wasn't that bad. - It was that bad!

You know, for a little man, you cause a lot of big trouble.

- I didn't do it on purpose. - You didn't do it on purpose?

What? - What, what?

No, the answer is no, Brodie.

You're not staying at my house anymore.

Hey, Kay. Stay away from this man.

He's a home-wrecker.

I'm gonna go live in a cardboard box.

What was that?

Bayliss threw me out.

Lewis says I'm wrecking his marriage.

Everybody hates me. I'm gonna go live in a cardboard box.

Well, be sure and get one from a Frigidaire 28 ZGE. They're the biggest.

I'm gonna bury myself underground

and let the maggots eat me alive.

Stop it. You can stay at my house.

I'm gonna go shoot myself in rocket to Mar...

What'd you say?

I said you can stay at my house.

- Where? - My house, with me.

I-- I-- I don't think that's such a good idea.

Sure it is. You can move in tonight.

Sit down.

Can you tell us where you were, Detective Kellerman?

Where I was when?

Just now, before you came into the squad room,

where were you?

I was at Thames Street having a turkey burger.

Turkey burger, my ass.

You were in Mitch Roland's office.

- Have we met? - Over the phone.

I'm Gail Ingram.

Assistant US Attorney.

[Ingram] I'm heading this investigation,

and you owe me a thank you.

[scoffs] For what?

When my supervisor heard you paid a visit

to our key witness he went through the roof.

He was shouting obstruction of justice,

ready to press charges.

I convinced him to hold off under one condition.

- And what's that? - You're suspended.

What?

[gasps] Wait.

I'm already on administrative duty,

now I'm suspended?

Just until the Grand Jury finishes its probe.

But this is--

this is completely insane, Gee.

Mitch Roland offers me money and I refuse.

And now he's off the hook and I'm suspended?

How is that justice?

Give me your gun and your badge, Mike.

[Ingram] Hold on a second, lieutenant.

In the interest of justice, I'll offer you a deal.

Now, how come I think that your deal has come off a stacked deck?

Mitch Roland has agreed to take a polygraph.

Would you be willing to take one?

And what you're saying, if Kellerman passes, he's back on duty?

- Back to administrative, yes. - I want back on the street.

He's kidding me, right?

Take what little you can get.

Okay. I agree.

4:30 at the Federal Building.

Until you pass the polygraph,

we still need your badge and your weapon, detective.

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[Pembleton] What about saliva?

No, you're okay. I don't-- don't see anything.

Saliva on the top of the can. Did you get a sample?

Still working on the Lambert case?

Did you get a sample?

No, saliva won't lead us to a shooter.

You get DNA from saliva,

then when y-- you get a shooter, if you get a shooter,

you-- you check his DNA

against the DNA on the can.

And-- and if they match,

then you know that your shooter killed um-- killed, um...

Alison Lambert?

Killed Alison. Your shooter killed Alison--

Why are you wearing yourself out, Frank?

Huh? It's a cold case.

W-- w-- where's the-- the can, Evidence Control?

You're not gonna listen to me, are you?

- What? - Exactly. Yeah.

The can, it's in Evidence Control.

It's a wild goose chase, Frank.

- Hey, Dr. Cox. - Hey.

Visiting our squad room twice in two weeks?

This has gotta be a record for the ME Department.

[laughs] Well, what can I tell you?

- You guys have better coffee. - Uh-huh.

Who screwed up this time? Was it Higby again?

Well, I didn't say anybody screwed up.

Well, why on earth would you be here?

Mmm. I don't know, maybe I just wanted to see you again.

[laughs] Who'd you really come to see?

Detective Munch. Is he around?

Well, you know, I, uh, I don't know where he's at.

Wouldn't happen to be in the box, would he?

[smacks lips]

Nope. Don't think so.

Oh, well. Thanks anyway, Detective.

Anytime. My pleasure.

Hey, hey! Doctor, you're not allowed in the observation room there.

Why not? There's nobody in the box.

[phone rings]

You work with Kellerman everyday, Al.

You tell me.

What was he doing going over to Roland's?

He was provoked.

Please, by what?

By the article in The Sun paper.

He's been under suspicion for weeks,

he sees his face on the front page,

he knows everyone in the city thinks he's dirty.

I'd call that a provocation.

The Sun ran a story this morning?

Don't play dumb, Gail.

- You know you read it. - I skimmed it.

The question is, who leaked the story?

- I have no idea. - You have no idea?

You think I did?

Maybe. Maybe you didn't.

But I've known you for a long while.

There's a heart that beats

under all that political ambition.

And it's thumping away.

Go easy on my detective.

Find out what you need to do your job.

But keep the details out of the press until we know the truth.

Your detective has been accused of pocketing large sums of Roland's money.

He didn't.

Michael Kellerman's been in Homicide a year--

A year and a half.

How do you know what he did or didn't do back in Arson?

I have indisputable blind faith, the same as I have in you.

You know, I love my four-year-old through and through.

- Oh, Mac's four years already? - Yeah.

But am I gonna believe him every time he looks at me

with those big, brown eyes

and says, "I didn't do it"?

Sure.

Now who's playing dumb?

I still don't understand why I'm here.

I've told you everything I can remember.

I'm just trying to get all the details down correctly.

Yeah, well, you're giving me a headache.

Would you like aspirin? Bayer, Excedrin, Bufferin?

[Philip] Any one is fine.

[Munch] Just few more questions and I'll get you some.

So, you checked on your wife

then you went downstairs and made breakfast?

- [Philip] Yes. - [Munch] What did you make?

[Philip] I've already told you, scrambled eggs.

That's right.

I was in your kitchen this morning

I didn't see any eggs, I didn't see any frying pan

on the stove, and I didn't see any plates on the table.

- I cleaned up. - You cleaned up?

Was that before or after you called the ambulance?

After.

So your wife's upstairs, she's not breathing,

and you take the time to wash the dishes?

I didn't know what else to do.

- She was already dead? - Yes.

- How do you know that? - I checked her pulse.

I have answered everything twice.

I can't think straight.

Try a little harder, Mr. Engle.

For Nina's sake?

Can I at least get something for my head?

Can I get a couple of aspirin in here, please?

- Munch. I've got some. - What are you doing here?

Shouldn't you be at the morgue, cutting up?

I finished the prelim on Nina Engle.

No skin under the fingernails, no abrasions, no contusions.

No fractures and no semen.

You came all the way here to tell me you found nothing?

Yeah, I thought I'd tell you in person.

Are you checking up on me, hmm?

I put a rush on the tox screens. It will be a few hours at least.

So for the time being, cause is pending.

Pending is the biggest killer in the state of Maryland.

Meanwhile I got a husband in there,

without cause of death, I got nothing against him.

Yeah, which is why you should let him go home.

What?

Detective, his wife is dead.

I don't think he needs you torturing him on top of that.

I'm gonna keep him in there until his story makes some sense.

You can't charge a man on instinct alone. You need evidence.

So why don't you just wait for the final report to come in,

and then you got ammunition, go after him?

I'm sorry, but did somebody make you a homicide detective?

'Cause last time I checked, you were an ME.

Yeah, I am. And that means this is my call.

I'm the one running this murder investigation.

There is no murder investigation till I say there's a murder.

[indistinct] Gee, can I talk to you for a minute?

Hey, I took that can to Trace Analysis.

There was no saliva on it.

Yeah, it's a moot point, Frank--

But they did find traces of lipstick,

so I figured, "Hey, you're right."

One of Alison's friends probably did drink ginger ale.

- Yeah, yeah, probably-- - Unless, of course, the shooter was a woman...

- But, um-- - No, she's not.

- I mean, he's not. - What?

We got a partial hit from a smudge print.

- Off the soda can? - Not off the can.

Off the steering wheel.

That's what I've been trying to tell you, Frank.

See, the lab ran another check.

And this time Printrak gave us a name,

- Samuel J Colby of Highlandtown. - Oh.

He wasn't in the system the first time through,

and he's got three fresh priors,

and he's got a thing for red cars, so I'm gonna pick him up now.

What? You're gonna put him in the box?

I am, Frank. I am.

This ain't right, Gee.

My partner gets suspended, ain't nobody telling me.

- I'm telling you now. - So what's gonna happen to him?

He's agreed to take a lie detector test.

If he passes, maybe this whole tempest will be behind him.

I'd like to have four copies, please.

What happens if he don't pass?

- You doubt his word? - No, not for a second, Gee.

I just don't trust those polygraphs.

You know as well as I do that even those lie detectors can lie.

I say he shouldn't take the test.

If he refuses, he looks guilty.

This definitely ain't right, Gee.

I never said it was.

- The Engle case? - The Engle case.

Which technically is not really a case yet.

- What's the ME say? - What doesn't she say?

That woman's got an answer for everything.

That woman has a name.

Dr. Cox will not give me a cause of death.

Until I have a cause I can't go after my main suspect.

- The husband? - His story doesn't hold up.

You had him in the box.

Until Cox came along and said this isn't a murder

until she says it's a murder?

[laughs] Since when do we listen to the ME

regarding police procedure?

You think the guy is lying,

push him, see if he cracks.

There must be something you saw at the crime scene

that you could use, hmm?

Sorry to disturb you at home. But I brought something for you.

Nina's wedding band. Thank you.

- Mind if I come in? - There are people here, so--

I won't be long.

What can I do for you, detective?

- That's a nice Klausch. - Thank you.

- I forgot to ask you one question. - Go ahead.

- Did your wife wear makeup? - Sure.

- Every day? - I don't know about every day.

You know, if she went to work, if we went out or something.

- Did she wear it to sleep? - What does it have to do with anything?

Your wife had makeup on this morning.

- She did? - You didn't notice?

[woman] Phil, is everything all right?

[Philip] Yeah, it's fine. This is Nina's mother.

It's okay, it's fine. - Were you a friend of Nina's?

Detective Munch, Homicide, ma'am.

- Homicide? - It's just for the paperwork.

- Nina died in her sleep. - Gladys, I'll tell you what.

Everybody, could you all go in the dining room and have some coffee, please?

- Phil? - It's fine, Ma, it's just gonna be a second.

Thank you all, thank you very much.

You lied to her mother?

- I didn't lie. - What really happened here, Mr. Engle?

I told you, detective. I came home--

Yeah, you went upstairs,

your wife was asleep, you came downstairs.

I heard it before. Problem is, I don't buy it!

Can you do me a favor? Just hold it down?

- Okay. Sure. - Thank you.

Okay, say, I do believe it.

You made breakfast, you went upstairs.

Nina wasn't breathing, you went back downstairs.

I mean, I don't get it.

You gotta help me out here. You gotta help me out here.

It's like, it still doesn't tell me

how your wife died, does it, Philip?

- Her heart stopped. - Her heart stopped?

That's what you told these people?

That's what you told her family?

A 28-year-old otherwise healthy woman,

her heart stopped just like that?

- It happens, there was [indistinct]-- - It happens?

You know where your wife is right now?

She's on the autopsy table.

They're looking at her heart.

Her right ventricle, her left ventricle, her valves.

They're checking to see if there's any blocked arteries, any abnormalities.

And they'll find something if something is wrong.

And you know what?

If her heart is healthy,

they'll go on to her other organs,

her brain, her stomach,

her liver, her kidneys.

They're gonna draw her blood, her bile, her urine.

They're gonna send it to the lab and in a matter of a few hours

we're gonna know exactly what killed your wife.

You already know and you're not telling!

That's her family in there! Her friends!

They have every right to know how Nina died!

- It wasn't her heart, Philip! - [Philip sobs]

What happened to your wife?

- It was my fault. [sobs] - Excuse me?

[sobbing] It was all my fault.

I'm sorry. Oh, Nina, I'm sorry.

- Sergeant? - [Howard] Huh?

- Can I talk to you for a minute in private? - You bet.

I've been thinking about it and I don't--

- I don't think I should stay with you tonight. - Why not?

Look, like I said, I don't think it's a good idea.

You've been staying with Munch, you can stay Lewis, Bayliss, but you can't stay with me?

- I don't get it, Brodie. - The other guys, they're--

- What? - They're guys, you know?

- So? - Well, you're a girl, a woman.

A woman.

You're a woman with wild red hair.

I can't stay with you. No way.

What are you afraid of?

I'm gonna chain you to the bedpost,

cover you with butter?

You think I'm gonna try something? That's your problem?

My only problem is...

I know you won't.

[chuckles] Oh, Brodie! Come on.

We'll meet up at the end of shift,

we'll drive over there.

You'll follow me, we'll stop, get a movie

and I'll make some popcorn.

- Okay. - Okay.

I'll bring the butter.

- [Bayliss] Ever own a car, Samuel? - Yeah.

- Hmm. What kind? - '86 Tercel.

Oh, that's a good car. What color was it?

- Light blue. - Yeah, that's a good color.

Myself, you know, I like red cars.

- You like red cars? - Like 'em okay.

Yeah, I know you do. You want to know how I know?

[over speakers] Got this printout here in my hands.

Yeah? Got your name on it.

It lists three arrests

with three stolen vehicles over the past two months.

You got one Mercury Sable, one Ford Taurus

and one Toyota Camry,

and all three of them red.

[Samuel] Those charges were dropped.

Alison Lambert, she had a red car.

- Who? - Oh...

[imitates car engine revving]

[chuckles] Didn't you have a plan, Sam?

Huh? Alison Lambert was just supposed to unbuckle her seat belt,

take the keys, give 'em to you and jump out the door?

And all you wanted to do was go for a test drive,

a quick spin, joyride.

Didn't think she'd object, did you, hmm?

No, didn't expect to fire that gun.

'cause you're a car thief, not a killer.

You didn't expect to fire that gun.

But let me tell you something, Samuel,

see, once you did,

you should've gotten out of town, man,

'dumped Alison's body at the side of the road, put the pedal to the metal

and jumped straight out of Baltimore.

Because now...

now we got your fingerprints

all over that shiny red exterior.

- What? - Mm-hmm.

And on the steering wheel, too.

Yeah.

Yeah, you should have kept on driving.

You could be in California by now.

California.

Gliding down the Pacific Coast Highway without a worry on your mind,

the sunroof open, the music blasting,

the wind blowing in your hair

and a beautiful woman by your side, hmm?

I want a lawyer.

Man. Man! God!

[Pembleton] You lost him.

Yeah. Okay, Frank. Yeah, I lost him.

Okay? You don't need to tell me that!

I-- I saw it happen, the exact moment.

You-- you want to hear when?

Hmm? No, no.

I know what I did.

The fingerprints! You had him on the fingerprints.

You were close. But then... [chuckles]

What? Then what?

You-- you stood up.

You-- you-- you stood up!

Now you're telling me

when to stand up and when to sit down!

This is not church, Frank!

This is not physical therapy, man!

You gotta sit

in that chair and wait.

Instead, you start in on this California thing,

the sun, the breeze, the girl.

That's you, not him.

You got lost

in your own f-- f-- fantasy and forgot about the kid.

If I had been in there, he'd be on his way to lock-up even as we speak.

Oh, yeah, that's right, I forgot.

Because you're the expert, you own the box.

Because you get the confessions that nobody else can get, right?

His fingerprints were all over the steering wheel!

Yeah, yeah, I would have gotten the confession with that, yeah!

You could have done it with that?

Yes!

That's good.

Then go ahead.

I-- I-- I can't.

Well, wait a minute. You just said that you could.

I-- I'm-- I'm not allowed to.

I'm re-- restricted to ad-- ad-- administrative duties.

That-- that means

the-- the desk, uh, the-- the phone.

Uh, the box is off-- off limits.

I-- I uh...

I-- I-- I can't go in there.

Screw the rules.

Go ahead, Frank.

I can't.

I gotta get him a lawyer.

[Munch] Engle confessed to killing his wife.

Really? Did he say how?

Wouldn't say how and why.

He just said that he did and hasn't spoken since.

We got him on suicide watch over at Central.

Yeah, well, he didn't kill her, Munch.

Nina Engle died of a heroin overdose.

The lab found 1,600 milligrams in her heart blood.

For her size, half that amount would've knocked her off.

There were no tracks. You checked her arms.

Between her toes and under her tongue,

but not up her nose.

She was snorting the stuff.

He forced her to do it. He made her overdose.

He forced her to put 1,600 milligrams up her nose?

That is close to impossible.

Besides, if he wanted her death to look like an overdose,

why did he hide the drugs?

This is absolutely her doing.

He told me her death was his fault.

Oh, well, tox screens don't lie. People do.

So I've wasted the last eight hours of my life?

I was lied to at the scene! I was lied to in the box!

The guy says he did the murder, that's a lie?

Now top it off my day, I gotta tell Gee and the State's Attorney

that I got a murder suspect in jail and no murder.

So what, are you mad at me, are you mad at Engle or are you mad at yourself?

How about three-for-three?

You gonna give me the report or not?

- Yeah, it's all yours. - Thank you.

Don't you even wonder why?

- Why what? - Why Engle lied.

I'm a homicide detective.

The only time I wonder why

is when they tell the truth.

"I, Michael Scott Kellerman, age 30,

do voluntarily, on 8th November,

without any duress, coercion, threats, promise of reward or immunity,

hereby agree to be examined on the polygraph,

a detection of deception device.

I authorize the necessary attachments to be placed on my person.

I hereby release and forever hold harmless

the Police Department of Baltimore City

from any and all liability

resulting from the conduct of this test.

I further agree that the results to this examination

may be available to the proper authorities."

Please sign at the X.

Your name is Michael Scott Kellerman?

Yes.

I got that one right, didn't I?

Does Kay know about this?

What do you mean? She invited me.

- [Munch] Hey, Meldrick. - What?

Guess where Brodie's sleeping tonight.

- Long as it ain't with me. - Chez Kay.

You sleeping with Sarge Kay tonight, baby?

Hey, I'm sleeping at Sergeant Howard's house,

Detective Munch, not with her.

Hey, hey, Brodie, Brodie. Maybe you could use these.

Kellerman gave them to me as a honeymoon present.

- [Munch and Lewis laughs] - Knock yourself out, baby.

Come on, Brodie. Let's--

- Kay, wait a minute. - No.

Kay, I didn't say anything to these guys.

Okay, Brodie, I don't care.

Look, Munch asked me where I stay, so I told him.

I shouldn't have told him, but I told him.

- Mm-hmm. - And then he told Lewis.

You know how they get started.

I told 'em to shut up, and they wouldn't listen.

Damn, I knew this would happen.

I knew this was gonna happen, man!

- Now you hate me, too. - What are you talking about?

Come on, pick up your stuff, let's go.

No, I can't.

'cause of those guys?

Forget about them. They're infantile.

You think I care what they think?

No, but I do.

I mean, I care what they think about you.

Oh, please, Brodie. Don't be ridiculous.

I'm not gonna jeopardize your reputation.

You're a sergeant. You gotta have dignity.

Your honor is more important than my comfort.

I'm gonna stay in my nook tonight.

Good night, sergeant.

My-- my name is Julianna Cox. I'm the Chief Medical Examiner.

I was at your house this morning.

We got the toxicology report back from the lab.

And your wife's blood shows evidence--

No.

We know how your wife died, Mr. Engle.

You didn't kill her. And her death was not your fault.

Yes, it was.

I should never have left her alone.

She said she'd stopped using.

She was only telling me what I wanted to hear.

When I got home...

I found her on the bathroom floor.

Naked.

And her legs were spread open and...

her breasts...

Her lips were bluish.

She looked u-- ugly...

dirty, it's uh...

My wife...

was beautiful.

I couldn't let them find her like that.

I couldn't let them know, you know.

But that wasn't the real her, that side of her, the drugs...

that wasn't the real Nina.

So you flushed the drugs down the toilet.

And you combed her hair and dressed her in pajamas

and laid her on the bed?

You tried to make it look like she just slipped away,

like she died in her sleep.

We would have found out how your wife died eventually.

You couldn't keep your wife's secret forever.

No matter how much you loved her.

[Kellerman] Are we done?

[Ingram] Not just yet, detective.

[examiner] From 1991 through 1995

you were assigned to the Arson Unit as an investigator?

[Kellerman] Yes.

During that time, did you have occasion

to investigate a forlorn fire in a warehouse burning

on the corner of Moncrieff and Dobson?

Yes.

In the course of the investigation,

did you make the acquaintance of one Mitch Roland,

son of Matthew Roland?

Yes.

Was Mitch Roland a suspect in the setting of the warehouse fire?

[Kellerman] He was.

- [examiner] Answer yes or no. - [Kellerman] Yes.

[examiner] You collected evidence against Mitch Roland?

Yes.

Did you ever charge Mitch Roland with conspiracy to commit arson?

No.

You never filed charges against Mitch Roland?

- No. - Were you ever invited to Mitch Roland's home?

Yes.

You met with the suspect alone in his home?

Yes.

At this meeting, did Mitch Roland ask you

to cease your investigation?

Yes.

And at this meeting did Mitch Roland offer you money?

Yes.

Mitch Roland offered you a sum of money

on the condition that you cease the investigation?

Yes.

- Did you continue the investigation? - Yes.

You did not decline the offer?

Yes. I mean, I did decline, so no.

On any occasion, did you accept any money

from Mitch Roland for any reason?

No.

To your knowledge, did Mitch Roland offer money

to other Arson investigators?

Shall I repeat the question?

You could repeat it all you want,

I'm not answering it.

It's okay. Move on to the next question.

Did any of your fellow investigators accept cash?

- [examiner] The examination's not over. - Yes, it is.

[Ingram] What we have should be sufficient, for now.

You'll run this downstairs?

- And that's it. - Okay.

- We'll have the results back shortly. - Great.

Aren't you going to wait?

Why should I? I'm innocent.

- I'm screwed. - You're not screwed.

Yeah, I am.

- You tell the truth? - Yeah.

Then you ain't screwed.

Now forget the test,

come on down here and eat your egg roll.

I hate Chinese food.

You gotta eat something besides Mexican once in a while.

- Meldrick, I'm not hungry, okay? - All right, fine.

The other guys were on the take.

What?

Yeah, Bob Connelly and Jack Goodman, Rick Pires.

I mean, their pictures are in the paper next to mine.

We all got the same offer, only they went with it.

- And you knew? - Of course I knew.

There was only six of us in Arson.

These guys would corner me at lunch

and in the john, you know, trying to get me to play along.

They had it down, "Roland's a pro.

He uses top-rated torches.

If the building's vacant, who gets hurt?"

But what they're saying is, "Mike, take the money, so we feel better."

Maybe they were afraid you would rat on Roland

and spoil their comfy little deal.

They had nothing to worry about.

I mean, they're wrong, but they're cops.

They got wives, mortgages, crappy wages.

Ain't no way I'm gonna testify against them.

You know what? You went to bat for them.

Maybe now it's their turn to stand up for you.

Well, they haven't so far.

Then you gotta drop a dime on 'em.

You gotta call Ingram.

I can't do that.

I call her, then I'm the rat after all.

Well, if you keep quiet, you're gonna end up in Lewisburg.

- Either way... - I'm screwed.

- ...you're screwed.

[Bayliss] The Lambert case is still open.

Colby's home free.

Danvers says that we can't make a case on a partial print.

Man, if I had just stuck with that steering wheel,

he would've come clean.

I don't care about Colby.

Hey, you're not gonna smoke that, are you, Frank?

Days like this, I'd s--

sell my soul for a long drag.

- You got a light? - No.

Days like-- days like this,

I wish the s-- stroke had struck harder.

What?

My-- my-- my old life

h-- hangs over me.

I-- I remember...

the tightness of the smoke in my lungs.

I remember the...

bitterness of the coffee.

I remember... [chuckles]

...walking into the box, eh?

It-- it's-- it's just a room, right?

Four walls, a mirror,

a table, some chairs.

Sittin' in there,

across from s-- somebody like him...

Knowing I got him! That rush!

That's...

better than nicotine, better than caffeine.

I...

If-- if the stroke had done its job, if...

I couldn't remember...

I-- I wou-- I wouldn't need it.

I-- I wouldn't want it.

Would I?

[upbeat rock music plays]

[suspenseful instrumental plays]

[rock music resumes]

You passed the polygraph.

- What? - The polygraph.

- You passed. - Of course, I did.

You passed, but so did Mitch Roland.

And Roland answered every question.

Which means what?

One of you beat the polygraph.

You can't both be telling the truth.

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