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Well, it appears to be a suicide.

[Munch] Appears to be? It is a suicide.

I mean, is there anything around here to indicate to you

that it isn't a suicide?

Just because something isn't doesn't mean it is.

Brodie, you're starting to sound like Munch.

- I resent that remark. - So do I.

I would love to stand around all night listening to you fellas bicker,

- but I got a lot of work to do, so can I have the body? - [Munch] The body?

- You want the body? - [Cox] Yeah, I want the body.

- Take the body. It's all yours. - [Cox] Thank you.

- Name? - [Munch] Nick Bolaentera.

- [Cox] What? - [Brodie] Where's the suicide note?

They don't always leave suicide notes, okay?

- [officer] Detective Munch? - [Munch] Yeah.

According to the landlady, this apartment is being leased

to a college student named Alan Shack.

- So this is Shack's shack, huh? - Alan Shack, I know him.

- Alan? Alan Shack? - Yeah?

- I'm J.H. Brodie. - Yeah?

- I mean, I know of him from around campus. - How's that?

Well, I go to grad school at the university.

Only since I've been working Homicide,

I have to cut down on my workload, so...

Oh, that's fascinating. I gotta go. Thanks.

I just wanna say that I'm really sorry about what happened to Nick Bolaentera.

Yeah, thanks.

- He was your roommate, right? - What, what, what? Are you with the housing board? What?

- No, I'm just curious. - Be curious somewhere else, man.

Munch, this guy-- I mean, Alan Shack, he's really--

- He's really bad news. - Bad news how? Like rotted donuts?

Or bad news that there's a Patriot missile heading for Baltimore?

No, he's a hustler. I mean, he sells answers to tests, essays, and he sells drugs.

Brodie, I'm not the hall monitor, okay? And I don't work Narcotics.

Bolaentera committed suicide, ergo,

Alan Shack's extracurriculars don't interest me, okay?

- All right. - All right.

[theme music playing]

- [phone rings] - [Giardello] Homicide.

[indistinct chatter]

Get outta here!

- [knocking on door] - Yeah?

[door opens]

- What are you doing? - What do you mean, what am I doing?

I'm dusting. What does it look like?

[Pembleton] Since when do you dust?

Ever since the boss has replaced my cleaning crew.

You ever noticed, Frank, in the past two months

the quality of cleaning in this building has gone to pot?

I have noticed that the johns are a little more grungy.

I know it stinks cleaning toilets,

but if that's what you do, and you get paid, you do it.

- Am I right? - [Pembleton] Absolutely.

Gee, I need to take some time off today.

- [Giardello] For what? - [Pembleton] It's personal.

Well, I never was one to get into my detectives' off-duty lives.

That's always been the bulwark of your leadership, my esteemed lieutenant.

- Is Bayliss gonna cover for you? - Actually, I asked Kellerman.

- You and Bayliss getting along? - We get along, we're just not working together.

- Want me to speak to him? - No.

Whatever problems you two are having,

just remember one thing...

all we are is dust in the wind.

I had no idea you were a Kansas fan.

I called Bolaentera's parents in Kentucky,

and I told them their son iced himself.

I hope you did it with a little more sensitivity than that.

I-- I did. They asked me about funeral arrangements,

so I gave them my brother Bernie's phone number.

I don't think I can be more sensitive than that.

Does anyone know where Brodie is?

I don't know, and I don't care.

So, Inez, you-- you, uh,

used to go out with Alan Shack, didn't you?

Yeah. Don't remind me. Creep.

You haven't talked to him or seen him

since that thing happened at his apartment, have you?

- [Inez] What, the suicide? - Yeah.

No. But I have heard he's been bragging.

- [scoffs] - [Brodie] Bragging?

Yeah, a friend of mine in his English class says

Shack was saying that he was there when Bolaentera shot himself.

Says they were playing some sort of Russian roulette game.

- Russian roulette? - [phone ringing]

Homicide. Go ahead. Okay.

- Sarge, we're gonna need some help on this one. - What do you got?

Warehouse, 1638 Wilcoma Cove. Explosion. Guy got killed.

- Mike, what are you doing? - I'm checking over my horoscope.

You go with Bayliss, huh?

- You sure you want me with you? - Yeah, sure, why not?

I don't know, uh, last time we worked together, you were kinda snarky.

- Snarky? - Yeah, snarky.

You know, from the Ancient Greek meaning "butthead."

[Miano] So, why don't you tell me how the two of you met?

- Why? - Well, we have ten minutes before she gets here.

We might as well fill the time with something.

- So, where did you meet? - New York City.

No, I mean specifically.

The Great Lawn in Central Park.

I was playing volleyball with my friend,

she was having a picnic with hers.

I fell into her potato salad.

She makes fantastic potato salad.

And you were how old?

I don't know. Graduated police academy.

24?

And how soon afterwards did you actually sleep together?

I beg your pardon?

You were attracted to each other physically, weren't you?

- Yes. - And intellectually?

- Yes. - Spiritually?

Yes.

Um...

that first moment, um...

when she was wiping the potato salad off my face, I knew.

She was so beautiful. Is. She is so beautiful.

How would you describe the sex?

Why do you gotta keep asking about the sex? This is not about sex.

- What isn't? - This. Whatever this is.

Well, if it's not about the sex, what is it about?

- I don't know. Ask her. - [Miano] I did.

- And she said... - Said to ask you.

[laughing]

Ooh, boy!

Well, you do have an angry laugh.

Oh, I-- I-- I admit it. I'm-- I'm angry.

[Miano] At me or at her?

At me for even coming down here.

[suspenseful music playing]

[clattering]

This is a mess. There are some serious explosives here.

Of course, I'm not gonna know anything until we get all the pieces back to the lab,

but my eyeball guess is, uh,

we're looking at a high-order detonation.

[Bayliss] Uh-huh, would you say this bomb was set by an amateur

- or professional? - I won't know till I know.

You got a name on the victim?

Yeah. Aloysius Kuntz. That's K.

K-U-N-T-Z.

He was a warehouse manager.

[Bayliss] Well, he was clearly blue collar.

I mean, he maxes out at what? 27,000 a year?

Why would anyone wanna blow him up?

Oh, it could be the wife who caught him two-timing.

Or maybe it's the wife who's two-timing him.

[Bayliss] Nah, in that case, he would have called in

the friendly neighborhood hitman, not a bomber.

- [Kellerman] Well, it could be a drug thing. - [Bayliss] Terrorists?

Kuntz doesn't exactly sound like the name of a member of the Hezbollah.

[Bayliss] No, but how about the Freemen of Montana?

[Kellerman] Look, the ATF and FBI are on their way.

[Bayliss] What, those whackos from Waco, they're on this?

- [Cox] Hey, you guys. - [Bayliss] Hey, hey, Julianna!

You know this guy, Eugene Hannigan here?

- Oh, hey, Gene. How are you? - Dr. Cox.

You are looking particularly lovely this morning.

Thanks, Gene. So are you. You gotta stop sleeping in your street clothes, though.

Oh, boy! I just love bombs.

They make the autopsies so easy.

Got something for you.

Found an ear.

Friends, Romans, countrymen.

Ear today, gone tomorrow.

You guys are so sick!

[tense music playing]

Mary is thinking of leaving you.

- To go where? - Away from Baltimore.

She's never liked Baltimore.

She's always considered it a sleepy little Southern hamlet,

- struggling to be a world class city. - [Miano] Is she right?

- Baltimore is a brown town. - [Miano] Meaning?

Full of brown people. Run by brown people. I know Baltimore.

- Baltimore is in my blood. - Is that why you came here?

I'm here because NYPD was never gonna give me what I wanted.

- Which is? - Advancement.

To Homicide?

- She's not leaving. - I hope you're right.

No, she might go to New York for a while and see her folks,

- but she would never dream of taking my child from me. - You mean not permanently?

This is her parents talking, it's--

[Miano] Oh, so you don't like her parents?

Her parents don't like me.

Especially since we decided to move south. I took their little girl away.

How do you think Mary feels about the bad blood between you and her parents?

How do you think Mary feels about the bad blood

- between me and her parents? - [Miano] I think it adds to her sense of isolation.

Oh, her sense of isolation.

Mary's been visiting you for I don't know how long.

And every time she comes home from these sessions,

her head is filled with nonsense phrases like "sense of isolation."

You're not doing her any good.

Instead of being happier, she's more miserable,

more upset, more confused! You gotta do something!

- What would you like me to do, Frank? - Help her!

You know what, Frank? Maybe that's why you're here.

To help her and to even yourself.

You know what it's like? It's like what happened after the stroke.

[laughing]

I know you wanted to get better,

but you couldn't do that until you could admit to yourself

how truly debilitated you had become.

If you take the word therapist and you split it half, you know what you get?

The rapist.

- [speaker beeps] - [receptionist] Dr. Miano, Mrs. Pembleton's here.

Oh, goody, goody gumdrop.

- Brodie, you're a gnat. - Shack was there when the kid shot himself, all right?

He left the crime scene.

So maybe he was broken up over seeing his friend commit suicide.

I talked to Shack, all right? He wasn't broken up.

- You've gotta bring this guy in. - [Munch] Based on what?

Something that you heard someone say they heard something who overheard somebody?

That's, like, seven degrees of separation.

He shouldn't have left his apartment.

Why do you have such a lump in your crow over this [indistinct]?

What, did he sell you some bad Nirvana bootlegs?

Whatever. Never mind.

- Kay, can I ask your advice on something? - Shoot.

All right, let's say that you had an instinct

that something wasn't exactly kosher,

and the other person that should also have that instinct doesn't.

Who's instinct would you trust? Yours or his?

All right. What's Munch done now?

I didn't say anything about Munch.

I just saw the two of you talking.

- What's up? - If I tell you, he'll kill me.

- I'm gonna kill that little worm. - [Howard] No, you're not.

You're gonna go out, you're gonna follow up on the case.

What case? It's a suicide, Sarge.

The ME found massive amounts of cocaine in Bolaentera's system.

So he decides his life was meaningless while he was high and he killed himself.

- So what? - Brodie says Shack sells drugs.

If Shack gave Bolaentera the coke and that led to the suicide, he may be involved.

And Brodie heard that Bolaentera and Shack were playing Russian roulette.

If so, again, he may be involved.

We have no proof they were playing Russian roulette.

John, there were two sets of fingerprints on the gun Bolaentera used.

Shack probably handed the gun to him!

There were five bullets left in the chambers.

You only use one bullet when you play Russian roulette.

- What, it's a game you play a lot? - [door opens]

What y'all doing in my office?

We needed a quiet place to talk, sir.

[Giardello] Well, don't be sitting on my desk.

I just got through dusting.

When we first got together, we made love all the time.

All over the place.

You know, we'd be walking along real slow,

and then, all of a sudden, there we'd be.

I mean, one time we made love

under the dining room table in my parents' house

while they were upstairs asleep.

Well, it's perfectly natural over a period of time

for the frequency of sex to diminish a little.

It's not the frequency, doctor, it's the...

the, um, intensity.

- You know why that is? - Why is that, Frank?

When we first got married, we waited to have children.

Then when everything was right, when our careers were in place, uh...

we tried.

We tried and tried.

Then we began to frequent doctors, fertility specialists,

who, like you, felt the need to ask us

all sorts of questions about our sexual habits.

They poked, they prodded.

They gave us triptychs to conceive.

They suggested, uh...

possible positions.

Angles of entry.

Sex turned from a glorious act of love into...

geometry.

It didn't have to be that way.

It doesn't have to be that way now.

I mean, Frank, we have our baby. We have Olivia.

But you-- you're still treating sex

like you do your job.

You're detached.

Mary, I have never stopped wanting to make love to you.

Make love to me, Frank, or with me?

Look, it-- it-- it wasn't me who started to sleep faceout.

I turned my face out on the pillow because you weren't there anymore.

Mary, I-- I-- I had a stroke

and the blo-- the blood pressure medications,

and you know the-- you know the side effects that's had on me.

Oh, come on, Frank.

You disappeared long before the stroke.

Okay, so that's my fault, too?

- No-- - Is that what you wanna hear?

Is that what you wanna hear? Okay.

- Everything is my fault. - Frank.

Okay? There. There. No, no, no, no, no, no.

Let's do a litany of the sins of Frank Pembleton!

Number one, I have a penis.

- How I perform. - Oh, God.

How I am satisfied,

how I satisfy the woman I make love with

directly affects how I feel about myself.

- You know what-- - Number two. Number two, I had a stroke!

In less than 60 seconds, I was reduced

to a groveling mass of gray matter.

I became totally dependent upon you to feed me,

to clothe me, to wipe my ass.

How-- how-- how sexy am I supposed to feel after that?

How attractive to my wife am I gonna be after something like that?

I will never have you wiping my ass again.

So I'm being punished because I was there for you?

What? I should've left you lying in your own crap?

Maybe, maybe, maybe. Maybe, yes.

[sighs] Number three...

What is number three, Mary?

...on the list of the sins of Frank Pembleton.

- Well, I'm all out. - I can think of one or two.

- Fine, then we'll start on your list. - Good. Fine.

Pride. Too much damn pride.

- I'm proud of my pride. - [Mary scoffs]

[laughs] You didn't used to be like this.

- Yes, I was, Mary. Always. Forever. - No. No, no, no.

When I-- when first met you,

you-- you believed in things other than yourself.

- Like? - God.

Oh. Oh, the great light show.

God got you through your stroke.

No, God, as usual, was in the next county

making hurricanes and hunchbacked babies!

You see what I mean? This is exactly what I'm talking about.

You know, Frank, it bothers me that you lost your faith,

and it bothers me that you belittle mine.

Why constantly bring it up?

I want our daughter to be baptized.

[sighs] I have put this off and put this off

in hopes that, you know, you would come around,

- but you're never gonna come around, are you, Frank? - It's a lie, Mary.

- It's a lie. You want me to lie to Livvy? - No.

You want me to pretend to be something I'm not?

What kind of respect will my child have for me

- if I-- if I don't stand up for what I believe? - Or don't believe.

What do you believe in now, Frank, now that you've blown off God?

I believe in justice. I believe in life.

You-- you believe in Homicide.

- Mary, it's the same thing! - No, it's not.

And you know something?

If our daughter should die

outside of the state of grace,

I will never forgive you.

[melancholic music playing]

- Where are you going? - You don't wanna be here, Frank, and neither do I.

Mary, I really don't think you should leave.

- Well, there's no use. What's the use? - Mary, don't leave.

Thank you again, Doctor.

[tense music playing]

Why don't you stay, Frank, and we can talk?

I'm done talking. Talk has only made things worse.

Okay, we've done backgrounds on Aloysius Kuntz

and his family, friends, and business associates,

and he's just your average Joe, he's got no enemies.

- No one had a reason to kill him? - Well, not that we can find.

And certainly not to the extreme of sending him a bomb.

Maybe the bomb was meant for someone else in the warehouse.

Yeah, we're gonna check on everyone else who works there.

- Ah, talk about a needle in a haystack. - You got a better idea, Michael?

See, this is you being snarky, Timothy.

Do we know who owns the warehouse, what it was used for?

Yeah, one, uh, Gerald Ramondo,

and he's a legitimate business guy who transports electrical parts.

Hey, Gee, we're heading into The Box

to talk to Alan Shack on the Bolaentera case.

- Bolaentera suicide. - [Howard] Whatever. Come on, Munch.

- [Naomi] Bayliss, line three. Officer Hannigan. - [Bayliss] Okay.

What about the ATF and the FBI? What are they doing?

They're doing what they usually do. They're trying to exclude us.

- [Bayliss] You're kidding? - Thank God it's their red ball and not ours.

- [Bayliss] Okay, okay, be right there. - [Kellerman] What's going on?

There's been another bombing.

[suspenseful music playing]

- We appreciate you coming in. - Yeah, did I have a choice?

- Nice shirt. Expensive. - It's Nautica.

You pay for that with your student loans?

No, I have very generous parents.

[Howard] Oh.

Where were you when Nick Bolaentera killed himself?

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

What time did he kill himself?

Between 2:00 p.m. and 5:00 p.m.

[tuts] I went a whole bunch of different places.

- One of them being home? - No.

- Bolaentera a friend of yours? - No.

If he wasn't a friend,

what was he doing in your apartment?

Hmm?

You get a lot of strangers dropping by when you're not around,

blowing their brains out? [chuckles]

We talked to his parents, teachers, classmates.

According to them, he was jumpy, nervous,

but he wasn't despondent.

So if he weren't depressed, why do you think he did what he did?

Sergeant Howard, you are one tough chick.

- I like tough chicks. - [Howard] Ah!

You and I should do lunch sometime, huh?

- Oh, baby, yeah. - Ooh, baby.

- You were right, Brodie. He's guilty. - Yeah, but of what?

How about we start with him being a jerk?

Well, if that were a punishable crime, Brodie would be doing life.

Hey, Shack could've faked Bolaentera's death to look like a suicide.

No, according to the lab, there was powder residue on Bolaentera's hand

and the blowback from the position of the weapon

are consistent with a self-inflicted wound.

Yeah, well, the way Shack's behaving in there,

there's gotta be more to it than that.

Well the odds say he's dealing drugs on campus,

he's not gonna open up to cops.

All right, we go back to the university,

we find the person Shack was bragging to

that Brodie's friend's friend overheard.

I already tried to. No luck.

Nothing personal, kid, but we're detective pros, and we'll find him, all right?

- I know you will. - You're welcome to come with us, though.

No. I have things to do.

- What about Shack? - We got nothing on him. He's free to go.

Hey, cut Shack loose, please.

- [Giardello] Frank? - [Pembleton] Yes?

- [Giardello] You're back. - Yeah.

- Well, how did it go? - It?

Everything, you know, what you had to go and do.

It went great. Life is harmony. I gotta pee.

Well, the deceased's name is Kenneth Patrick Corcoran.

I know that name. He's an attorney, huh?

Not anymore. So, is this the same kind of bomb?

- It looks that way. - Damn!

[Kellerman] So we've got a repeater?

Either that or a coincidence, yeah.

What we gotta do is figure out who the dead guy from this morning, Kuntz,

and this Corcoran here knew in common,

and why they want 'em pulverized.

- Mmm. Maybe this will help. - [Bayliss] What's that?

[Hannigan] Korean character. Looks like it was part of the device.

What's it stand for?

- Do I look Korean? - Eh, no.

[Kellerman] Wish I could remember where I recognized that guy's name.

[eerie music playing]

In Baltimore, Maryland, two bombs have exploded

in the last 24 hours, killing two men.

The Baltimore Bomb Squad, the ATF, and the FBI have joined forces

to find the person or persons responsible,

but at this hour they're not certain

whether the two bombings are linked.

[reporter] The first explosion went off very early this morning,

killing a Baltimore warehouse manager.

The second bomb killed a prominent Baltimore defense attorney.

- We'll follow this story as it continues to unfold. - Hey, what's up?

Hey.

Your funny little friends from Homicide have been asking a lot of questions about me.

Well, they're detectives. They ask questions. It's what they do.

I mean, it's genetic.

Let me tell you something, Brodeye.

They got nothing, and they won't get nothing.

- That's a double negative. - Yeah, so is this. So is this.

What? What? Go ahead.

Nah. I like you.

- Hey, give my bud here a Bud. - Hey, no thanks, I don't wanna drink with you.

[song lyrics playing]

I'd be careful walking home tonight.

[*]

- [thudding] - [Brodie groans]

- [suspenseful music playing] - [metallic clanking]

[Lewis] Hey, howdy, partner.

- I saw you on TV earlier on today. - [Kellerman] Yeah?

- [Lewis] Yeah. - How was my hair?

- [Howard laughing] - [Lewis laughing]

Mike, do you have any leads yet?

I have spent the entire day with the FBI and the ATF,

the Baltimore Bomb Squad and the Arson Unit,

and the ever snarky Tim Bayliss.

I'm hoping that the bomber's next victim

- is me. - [Munch] Ouch!

Anyone ever figure out what that Korean letter means?

Honor.

So you're looking for an honorable bomber, huh?

Yeah, I guess so. Well, I hate red balls.

You know, if you go to your urologist, you can get that cleared up.

- [all laughing] - Hey, hey, Dr. Cox. Welcome, welcome, welcome.

Yeah, what a night. Just got a speeding ticket. Thank you.

Congrats. Sit down, have a drink.

- Yeah, then you can go out and drive some more! - [laughing]

Wild Turkey, please. Straight up.

- [Lewis] Coming at you. - Double.

- [Lewis sighs] - [Cox] What are you drinking, Munch?

I'm having what I had for breakfast.

- Oh, Munch, Munch, Munch! - [Cox laughing]

[Munch] Well, you know me.

The cemetery just called in. They delivered my father's headstone.

My mother wants me to go out there and check the spelling.

So?

So I don't wanna go.

[Kellerman] But I thought you liked cemeteries.

- You know, peace and quiet. The sense of infinity. - [phone rings]

[Lewis] I got it.

Yeah, well since he died, none of that makes sense anymore.

- Brodie's at Mercy Hospital. - What the hell happened?

- Somebody beat him up. - [whispering] Oh, man.

Well, don't look at me. You guys are my alibi.

[Giardello] I thought you were going home.

Were you happily married?

Yes. Very.

- You think you still would be if your wife hadn't died? - What?

Do you think your wife would've eventually had enough of you

and walked away?

I never thought about it before. I don't want to now.

Did she have a job, your wife?

Nah. She raised up three kids.

Did she resent your job?

No, she, uh,

worried about the long-term effect it would have on me

and the potential danger.

- And she hated the times when it kept us apart. - Yeah, of course.

Why? You and Mary having problems?

Just a little snag is all.

See, Mary can't see why I love my job.

She can't see that what I do is a calling,

and she is a very successful lobbyist down there in Washington,

but that's not a calling,

that's salesmanship.

- She's passionate about the causes she fights for. - [Pembleton] Oh, yes.

But she can leave her job on I-95 before she even gets home.

Mary can, um... [sighs]

...Mary can forget.

You know, sometimes I wonder what it'd be like to have a job

where I'm paid more to care less.

Mary pulls down a nice salary. Better than mine.

Oh, you're lucky to have two pay checks.

Oh, yes, I'm a lucky man. I'm a lucky, lucky man.

- I'm cold. - Me, too. Let's go inside.

What we do down here is important.

[melancholic music playing]

We speak for those who can...

no longer speak for themselves.

I was a cop when she first met me.

I never lied to her about that. I never lied to her.

[Pembleton sharply exhales]

Hey, Brodie! You okay?

- [Brodie sniffling] - Oh, hey, hey, hey. [hushes]

- You all right? - He broke my camera.

[Howard] Hey, forget about the camera, huh?

- How's your head? - It's hard.

[chuckling] Who was it?

- It was Shack, Alan Shack. - [Howard] You saw him?

No, but it was him! It was him!

All right, I-- I'll pick him up, but you've got to make a positive ID, huh?

- Hmm? - I can't, I didn't see him.

- How am I gonna charge him? - That's okay.

I-- I've figured out a way to get him to come clean.

I've figured out a way to get him to tell us what really happened.

[Kellerman] Oh, jeez!

- [horn honks] - What are you doin'?

You know, there's no point in which the lives of Aloysius Kuntz

and Kenneth Corcoran's touched.

- Corcoran was a lawyer. Maybe he represented Kuntz. - No, no, no, I checked.

He didn't. He didn't even represent someone against Kuntz.

Look, yesterday two guys received similar packages

filled with similar explosives.

- There's got to be a connection. There's gotta be. - I-- I agree.

- [horn honking] - Come on!

Hey!

- I'm outta here. - Where are you going?

I'm gonna be in court all day on the Middleton case.

- Yeah? Have fun. - A barrel.

[sighs]

- [horn honking] - Come on!

Well, you're the primary on these bombings. What do we do now?

- We hide. - [Kellerman] Hide?

[Bayliss] Yeah, yeah, hide, hide, hide, go.

We're about to meet the press.

Hey, Sergeant, I've read Sky King here his rights,

- haven't I? - Sky King?

Go on, sit down. Make yourself comfortable.

You like videotapes? I love videotapes.

I rent them all the time.

I hate going out to the movies here.

And I don't care what Francis Ford Coppola says,

Apocalypse Now plays better on the small screen.

Well, Detective Munch, what we have here is better than Apocalypse Now.

More revealing than America's Funniest Home Videos.

Because what we have here is the perpetration of a criminal act, huh?

Honest to God real crime.

See, unbeknownst to us, Alan, our colleagues in Narcotics have been on your trail.

[Howard] Apparently, they were about to arrest you

for selling illegal chemical substances to your fellow classmates.

- What? - [Howard] Yeah.

- [Alan scoffing] - [Munch] They set up a camera across from your house.

[Howard] Surprise, surprise.

Here you are, Alan, coming home after a hard day,

hitting the books and pushing coke.

That's a spiffy car you got there.

Not much happens here for a while.

Why don't you fast-forward, Sergeant, and get to the good stuff?

[tape whirring]

All righty, Alan. Now you pay close attention.

Not so much to what you see, as what you hear.

[gunshot]

You were in the apartment when Bolaentera died.

Can't deny it any longer. Wanna tell us what happened?

[scoffing]

I want a lawyer, but I wanna make a deal.

[Howard] Gonna have that lunch date in Jessup, huh?

- Colonel Barnfather's not happy. - Uh-huh, well, he's never happy.

- [Giardello] I'm not happy. - Oh!

Make me happy, Bayliss.

Find the bomber and find the bomber now.

Well, we've got three city units,

we've got two federal agencies working simultaneously together.

Something's gotta give I would think--

- I did it. I connected the dots. - [Giardello] What dots?

Between Kuntz and Corcoran.

I started going through all of Corcoran's old cases,

I mean, I knew I recognized this guy's name.

He was defense attorney for William Lawless.

Lawless? Who's Lawless?

- He's the shooter who killed Tomo Roh. - Roh? Who's Roh?

A Korean grocer who was giving Luther Mahoney a hard time

for selling drugs at the corner.

So Mahoney hires Lawless to kill Roh

and then he hired Corcoran to get Lawless off,

which he did, the son of a bitch.

What does that got to do with the other guy?

Kuntz was the jury foreman.

Well, let's go talk to Tomo Roh's family.

It's just his wife and his son Ben.

[Giardello] My guess is the son is out for revenge.

Should we call our compatriots at the FBI?

- [Bayliss] Later. - [Pembleton] Hi, Mary.

Yeah, I've been thinking about what you said,

about Livvy dying without grace.

Yeah, I'm willing to go through with the baptism.

Okay, you set it up, and I'll be there.

Okay. I love you, sweetie.

After my husband was murdered, Ben was very depressed.

And how did he react when William Lawless was set free?

He got very angry. I tried to calm him down.

- He would not listen. - Where's Ben now?

Working.

He delivers packages for Unified Delivery.

[Bayliss] Kellerman!

[suspenseful music playing]

Kellerman!

Kellerman, who else worked the Lawless case?

Who else would Ben Roh consider responsible

for his father's killer being set off scot-free?

Danvers was the prosecutor, and Aandahl was the judge.

Okay. Call Hannigan. Tell him to the get bomb squad down to the courthouse.

I just remembered something. Meldrick's there right now.

Julianna's there, too.

- [Ben] Hi. - [woman] Hey, how you doing?

- All right. - [woman] What you got there?

I have a delivery here for Judge Aandahl.

Okay, she's in court right now, but I can take that.

- Okay. Can you sign for it? - [woman] Yeah, sure.

- [Ben] Right by the X. - Okey doke. There you are.

- [Ben] Thank you. - Wonder what it is.

Maybe it's a Valentine's Day present.

- Looks like a big one, huh? - [suspenseful music playing]

- [Cox] Lewis? - [Lewis] Hey, there, Bones.

Hey, what, are you here testifying for the Middleton trial?

- Yeah. You, too, huh? - [Cox] Oh, yeah.

[Lewis] Well, you might as well sit down.

- We're gonna be here for a while. - No, no, no. No.

Danvers said he needed me at three o'clock and it's three o'clock

They are in there arguing some motion or another.

So, we have to wait because they're arguing?

- [Lewis] Yep. - [sighs]

Worst part of testifying is the waiting.

Well, that depends on who you're waiting with.

[suspenseful music playing]

but he was using more than he was selling to the tune of about five grand.

I told him if he ripped me off again, I'd kill him.

But coke fiends, they just don't listen.

So, I got home, and he was desperate for a bump. He was jonesing so bad.

So bad he'd have done anything.

I told him that I'd give him some

after we played Russian roulette.

And so I handed him the gun and said, "You first."

[laughs]

What I didn't tell him was that there were bullets in every chamber.

[laughing]

How's your head, Brodie?

- Better than yours. - [laughing]

[suspenseful music playing]

[*]

I don't know.

I don't know why I don't wanna go to the cemetery

and visit my father's headstone, I don't know.

I guess I just can't accept the reality of his death yet.

Speaking of reality, what's going on with you and Kellerman?

- Nothing. - Oh, come on, Julie C.

- Don't snow me! - What?

Who-- who was it that had me racing around town all last week,

chasing after him and his two knucklehead brothers?

You yourself said on the dock, "I don't know why I care for the guy."

Well, I don't know why I care about the guy, all right?

He's such a jerk half the time.

Yeah, right. Yeah, yeah. We slept together once.

And this is how screwed up it is, all right?

- Then we go out on a date. - [Lewis chuckling]

We've been sniffing around each other ever since then.

I don't know, I like the guy. He's-- he's complicated, though, I'll tell you.

And he's been going through some rough times lately, you know?

Yeah, well, so have you.

Yeah. So have you, from what I hear.

How's that going with your wife?

Yeah, well, it's, um...

better.

Good.

So then Sergeant Howard and Detective Munch convinced Shack

that the tape was from Narcotics,

but actually I shot the whole thing yesterday.

- [Giardello laughing] - I waited all day for the guy to get home.

- And the gunshot? - I added the gunshot in the editing room.

A big gamble. Remind me never to play poker with you!

- [Brodie] Okay. - Nice work, kiddo.

- [Brodie] Thanks. - Come on, Munch.

- We'll finish up that paperwork. - [Giardello] Munch?

- Yes, Gee. - Don't you have something to say to Brodie?

[Munch] Something to say to Brodie? Something like thank you?

I don't think so. He helped me put one down.

He didn't give me his Tito Puente record collection.

Hey, Brodie, look, don't let him get you down, man.

Look, you did good.

- Did I? - [Giardello] Yeah.

You know, Lieutenant, when you offered me this job,

I was really happy, and, uh,

even though I've had my share of mistakes,

I can honestly say that I've done the best job I can,

but these-- these detectives, you know,

they don't wanna give me any credit.

They don't wanna give me a break, you know?

I've been here over a year and a half,

you know, and they're making fun of me.

They treat me like I'm a little kid.

What do you want me to do? Order them to love you?

Send out a memo saying, "Please be nice to Brodie"?

If you want their respect, you're gonna have to earn it.

- You understand what I'm saying? - That's what I'm trying to do.

- Try harder. - That's your advice to me is try harder?

That's my advice.

[suspenseful music playing]

- Hey! - [Cox] What?

- Today's Valentine's Day. - [Cox] No, it is not. It is?

I used to get so excited about Valentine's Day. See how many cards I'd get.

See if I'd be in heaven or heartbroken.

- See if Ian Durham sent me one. - [Lewis chuckles]

Of course, that was all in the sixth grade, but...

Hey, Valentine's Day ain't nothing but a Hallmark holiday.

Just an opportunity for mega corporations to make mega profits.

- No, Saint Valentine is a real saint. - [Lewis] Oh, come on.

What, some guy running around with a bow and arrow,

shooting lovers in the heart?

- Please. - [Cox] Yeah, that's Cupid.

What's the matter with you?

- You know what I'm gonna do? - [Cox] What?

Hold this.

I'm gonna go to the payphone,

and I'm gonna order up my wife some flowers.

- Very smart move, my friend. - [Lewis] Mm-hmm.

You ought to do the same to Kellerman.

Yeah, I don't think he's a hearts and flowers kind of guy.

I'll send him a marlin! [laughing]

Dear parents, you have come here

to present this child for baptism.

By water and the Holy Spirit,

she is to receive the gift of new life from God who is life.

You must make it your constant care

to bring her up in the practice of the faith.

See that the divine life, which God gives her,

is kept safe from the poison of sin

to grow always stronger in her heart.

[muffled shouting]

[man] Out of the way!

Get out of here now!

- Get out now! Go! Go! - What is going--

Look, come on! Get out of here. Leave, leave! Just come on!

Did Judge Aandahl receive any packages in the past two days?

Yes, she's got one on her desk right now. Wait, what's going on?

[Hannigan] Check Ed Danver's office for a second device,

then sweep the entire courthouse.

[*]

Olivia, I baptize you in the name of the Father,

- of the Son, of the Holy Spirit. - [crying]

[explosion booms]

Mary, Mary!

- [Mary] You're late. - I-- I got hung up on case.

I know. I'm sorry. I-- I didn't mean-- I'm sorry.

- I-- - Here, will you hold her?

Hey, baby.

Frank, I'm going away for a while,

and I'm taking Olivia with me.

That's-- that's not right, Mary.

Livvy's my child, too.

If you really believed that, you...

Look, if you really acted like that, I wouldn't be leaving.

I mean, you love the idea of being a husband and a father,

but you don't actually wanna be one.

I mean, you're more comfortable with the guys, standing over a corpse,

than changing your baby's diapers.

Mary, you-- you and Livvy--

you and Livvy are important to me.

But not as important, hmm?

You were hellbent on recovering from that stroke,

but not because of us, but because you wanted to get back out on the street.

- That's not true, Mary. - Yes, it is.

[Pembleton] Mary, please, listen--

Look, Frank, we have nothing more to talk about, okay?

At least not until you can admit that...

you care more about dead strangers

than you do about your own family.

[Pembleton] That's not true.

That's not true, Mary. That's not true.

[Kellerman] Hello.

Everyone stand by.

[man over radio] Is that our boy?

104, 223, let him get clear of the van.

- [Kellerman] Go! - [intense music playing]

- Get on your knees! Get on your knees! - [Bayliss] Get on your knees!

Put your hands on top of your head!

I'm proud of what I've done. I've defended my father's honor.

Get up! You know what? You dishonored your father.

Why didn't you blow up Luther Mahoney?

I was saving him for last.

[gentle music playing]

[song lyrics playing]

[*]

[theme music playing]