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[Brodie] I'm glad Bayliss wasn't there.

For once I get to sit in the front seat.

Don't get used to it.

[scoffs] I won't.

- So where do you think Bayliss went? - I don't know.

Maybe he had a doctor's appointment.

- He might have. - Maybe he's got a new girlfriend.

He might have eloped with Madeleine Albright.

I have no idea where Bayliss went.

- I don't care. - See, that's just it.

I-- I think you do care.

The next time I get a call

and Bayliss is not around, that's it.

I'm not wasting any more time.

I'm not listening to any more excuses.

I'm not partnering with him ever again.

- Yeah, right. - Excuse me?

You guys are going to go on like this forever.

- It's the nature of your relationship. - Really?

When things are good for you two,

you're the best of partners.

Frank and Timmy.

Then the bickering starts, and you guys split up,

then you get back together, then split up, and you get back together.

What are you getting at?

It's just not healthy, it's dysfunctional.

- Dysfunctional? - Yeah.

On the way home, you're riding in the back.

[loud honking]

[indistinct chatter over police radio]

- Dr. Cox. - [Cox] Good morning.

The body's inside.

- It is not pretty. - Why? What's the damage?

From the neck down, TV-PG.

- And from the neck up? - Oh, TV-M all the way.

As in for mature audiences only?

He's got no face.

- No face? Come on! - I kid you not, Brodie.

He barely has a head.

It was totally blown apart by a shotgun blast.

Which makes it, oh, so easy to get a clean ID!

Let's hope our headless wonder had a wallet.

You might wanna check with Officer Denys.

I think I saw him pull one from the coat pocket.

It's his first shotgun suicide.

Okay. Well, get in, start shooting, Brodie.

- The guy's head is blown off? - Yeah.

Don't step on any bone fragments, okay?

So you found a wallet on the body?

- You found a wallet? - Yeah.

It was in his coat pocket.

- Okay. You gonna be okay? - Yeah.

Son of a bitch.

It's Beau Felton.

[tense instrumental plays]

[theme music plays]

[static crackles]

[indistinct chatter over radio]

- [phone ringing] - [man] Homicide.

[Gaffney] I hope you're proud of yourself, Al.

- Captain? - You've taught us all a very valuable lesson.

Which is?

Never underestimate the power of the written word.

Your letter caused quite a stir in the Mayor's Office.

And I never got a response.

[laughing] Oh, yes, you did.

I think exactly the response that you were looking for.

It's my guess the Mayor read your note,

carbon copied the Commissioner, US Attorney's Office

and they're looking into your allegations as we speak.

From what I hear, Harris' days are numbered.

- Is that right? - Sure.

You've undone three decades of service with a single page.

Let's just make sure that letter's your last.

What?

I don't want to read about this in The Sun.

I don't want to see it on TV.

You've got what you wanted.

If the Mayor's Office says they're going to handle it.

Let's let them handle it.

Quietly.

I knew you'd understand.

We should grab lunch sometime, Al.

Just the two of us.

- Did you see this? - [Lewis] What?

There was a memorial service for Luther Mahoney yesterday.

- 300 people showed up. - Well, sure.

They all wanted to make sure he was dead.

[laughter]

"Lines formed outside the Mahoney Youth Center

as friends and neighbors gathered

to honor a man they still viewed as a leader."

Give me that.

"'There were many sides to Luther Marcellus Mahoney,'

said the Reverend Reginald Howe.

'While we reject and denounce his criminal activities,

we must at the same time,

recognize his countless good works.'"

Yadda-yadda. What a load of crap!

Mahoney's dead. He ain't coming back.

That's all that matters.

This guy kept

half of Baltimore hooked on heroin.

He's responsible for how many overdoses, how many murders?

And now he's being held up as some kind of hero?

Well, I don't know about you, but to me that matters.

- Where's Giardello? - Hey, Frank.

I need to talk to Giardello, have you seen him?

He was in the doorway a second ago.

What took you so long, I thought you had a straight up suicide?

It was a suicide, it just wasn't straight up.

Beau Felton blew his head off.

[tense instrumental plays]

Better find out where he's been hiding out for the last year.

I haven't heard a word since he resigned.

What about the ex-wife?

Judy's trying to track her down.

Kay, when was the last time

you and Beau spoke?

Kay?

You got bombed again last night, didn't you?

No, I did not get bombed.

You're disgusting, I can smell it from over here!

You have a responsibility to this job and to me.

And right now, you're a liability.

So why don't you just take off, huh?

Go have yourself another drink.

- [Giardello] Kay? - Hmm?

When was the last time you spoke to Beau?

Um, when he quit the department.

We went across the street for a beer.

I was surprised how well he was taking it.

He talked about spending more time with the kids.

He wanted to get back together with Beth.

Maybe it wasn't Beau?

Well, you heard what Frank said.

You-- you saw the body. You couldn't tell who it was.

Right, I couldn't tell who he was,

but I know whose wallet that is.

Maybe the wallet was stolen?

It happens all the time.

We think we know who a victim is,

it turns out it's somebody else.

[Lewis] Anybody listening to me here?

What the hell's going on out there?

[Lewis] We gonna do this one at a time?

We're taking turns, now?

'Cause if that's what it's gonna be,

I want to know in advance who's gonna be next.

Who's it gonna be? Is it gonna be you? Show of hands!

Who's gonna be next? What about you, Munchkin? You next, baby?

- Or Bayliss? Or me? - Lewis!

Or, you know, if anybody's in the least bit squeamish

about eating a gun, we have other options available.

There's the Crosetti long walk off a short pier.

There's wrist-slashing, there's the pill-popping.

- Stop it! - You pop them pills.

- You jump off that bridge. - [Giardello] Stop it!

No, no, Gee, I got a better idea.

Instead of dropping off one at a time,

one by one, why don't we just get together,

big happy group and get it over with?

Like your boy, Gee, what's his name?

Burundi Robinson. Him and his crew?

Together? What you guys think?

Y'all with me on this, folks?

How about you, Mikey?

You're with me, right, partner?

It might not be him.

What are you saying?

The head was blown away. We're waiting on an ID.

It might not be Felton that they found.

I'm getting out. I need to get some air.

[Lewis laughs bitterly]

[indistinct] All right, I'm cool, brother.

[shutter clicks]

Victim, Caucasian male.

Massive tissue destruction to head and face

as a result of apparent self-inflicted shotgun blast.

Estimated height...

6'2".

Accurate measurements cannot be obtained

due to severe head injuries.

No visible signs of trauma on torso...

arms...

or legs.

Prints will be sent to the Crime Lab for ID.

No apparent blood or tissue under the fingernails.

Shotgun suicide, came in this morning?

Uh, yeah, Dr. Cox has him on the table.

[tools whirring]

[Howard clears throat]

Excuse me.

The suicide autopsy.

You...

- ID the body yet? - What, the Felton case?

I thought Pembleton was the primary.

I need to know if you've made a positive ID.

Not yet.

We're still waiting to hear from the crime lab.

This the body?

[Cox] Yeah.

[tense instrumental plays]

How long till you get the results?

It'll be a few hours at least.

If you'd like, I can call you when we get a match.

- I'll wait. - [Cox] All right.

I'll be in the hall.

[blows raspberry]

Was it him?

I got a positive print hit, that plus the wallet,

the name on the apartment lease, yeah, it's him.

I never would have figured Felton.

I thought he was so thick-skinned.

The original rebound boy.

Well, it just shows a [indistinct].

You don't ever really know somebody.

Well, there were kids.

He could have thought about his kids.

What, you, Munch, all of a sudden passing judgement?

All I'm saying is, he could've thought about his kids.

If they weren't screwed up before,

this'll certainly push 'em over the edge.

No one kept in touch with Felton?

What about his family?

I spoke with his ex-wife,

she hadn't seen him in six months.

The last one of us to speak to him,

I guess, was Kay.

I should've called him. Somebody should've.

- And say what, exactly? - I don't know.

"What's up? What's happening?" Whatever.

And that would've kept the man from blowing his head off? A phone call from you?

- Up yours, Frank. - [Pembleton] Come on, man.

Felton left this department of his own accord.

I didn't see him calling any of us.

This makes you happy, doesn't it?

Huh? You got yourself a nice little dunker here?

A nice easy work week for you, Frank?

You wanna make yourself feel better?

Beating your breast with guilt, go ahead.

Felton is dead.

So I don't see the point in laying blame.

Oh, yeah, Frank's absolutely right.

Son of a bitch did this to himself.

Let's blame Beau.

Makes it easier on all of us.

Where is Bayliss?

- Here, let me. - Excuse me?

I can open that bottle for you.

And you are?

Detective Paul Falsone, Auto Squad.

There isn't anything I can't open.

It's my one talent.

[Howard clears throat]

A little saliva's not gonna kill you.

Is there something I can help you with, there, Detective Falsone?

As a matter of fact, there is. I'm looking for Lieutenant Giardello.

Yeah? Is this about a case?

This is about Beau Felton.

[tense instrumental plays]

I know why he killed himself.

for the past two years run by a Pigtown bully boy named Frank Cantwell.

Big operation.

Cars stolen out of Philly, New York,

wherever and then sent to chop shops here.

And then the cars are shipped overseas where they're sold, eh?

Exactly. China, South America.

Cantwell has buyers in six countries.

Man takes in half a million a year.

Auto Squad had a full-scale investigation going

in conjunction with US Customs,

until the Feds dropped the whole thing.

They give you any indication why they dropped it?

We couldn't put together a case against Cantwell.

The Feds took me off

because someone in the department

was tipping Cantwell about the raids,

and that someone wasn't me.

What does this got to do with Beau Felton?

Beau Felton and Frank Cantwell were in business together.

When I found out Felton was an ex-cop,

I figured there's my rat.

Selling his old police connections.

- You got no proof of that. - No.

And now that he's offed himself, I'll never get proof.

Beau's dead, he can't speak for himself,

so you figure you come in here and clear your name by smearing his?

- [Giardello] Kay. - Look.

Just because Felton was Homicide,

doesn't mean that he walked on water.

You come in here pointing a finger.

You never met the man!

No offence, sergeant.

Felton left the force over a year ago.

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

I know! I knew Beau Felton.

We were partners.

I didn't come in here looking to offend anybody.

Why did you come in?

I figured if Felton is the leak the Feds are looking for,

they have no reason keeping me off the job.

If we find out anything, detective,

we'll be in touch.

I didn't know he was your partner.

- He's wrong, Gee. - Hopefully.

Felton had his problems, with his wife, with drinking.

He may have done some shoddy police work.

But he would not sell out the badge.

And if he did, guilt is a very powerful emotion.

He might not have been able to handle it anymore.

Being police meant everything to Beau.

I don't think he was dirty.

He was too vain about being a cop.

Kay.

I can't remember the last time you-- you took a day off.

What's that supposed to mean?

You have some vacation time coming.

Why don't you take a week?

Is this you, as my lieutenant, giving me an order?

This is me, as your friend, making a suggestion.

I'd rather get back to work.

Hey! I was starting to worry about you.

My car is a pain in the ass.

Yeah, well, you need to get a new mechanic.

I need a new car.

You wanna drink? You want a martini?

- Yo! - No. No, thank you.

[sighs] You know, we work in the same building,

we don't hardly see each other.

I'm not avoiding you.

Last couple weeks, you could've fooled me.

Terri.

[sighs] We need to put this thing to rest.

[Stivers] Meldrick, what is this?

You asked me to meet you here, so what, you could handle me?

I wanted you to come here and meet me,

so maybe you could just talk about it, is all.

Okay, so let's talk.

Kellerman says that this was a clean shooting.

He insists that it was. Is that what you think?

Don't ask me that.

Look, I want there to be truth between us.

If you're gonna lie to me, I am out of here.

My partner saved my life.

- So I'm gonna back him up. - No matter what?

- No matter what. - Okay.

Mahoney is dead.

What in the hell are we gonna say

that's gonna change that, huh?

What? Kellerman up on charges? You and me off the force?

Mikey up for murder?

What good is that gonna do? You tell me.

I know we have to look out for each other.

Yeah, ain't nobody looking out for Beau Felton.

What do you want me to say?

I want you to say that you will carry this.

I don't have a choice, do I?

[Lewis] I'm not finished with you!

[Felton] What does it matter who pulled the trigger?

It ain't up to you!

You lie to me-- you lie to me,

you're gonna be looking for your teeth in that toilet.

[indistinct chatter]

What are you doing, Gee?

I keep thinking I'm getting too old for this.

Another police takes his own life.

Another one of mine own to bury.

- You going home? - Yeah, I filed the report.

The next of kin have been notified.

All I'm waiting for is the final autopsy report

from Cox, and that'll be here tomorrow morning.

- Frank. - Yeah?

Why do you think Beau did it?

I don't know why Beau did it, Gee.

Does it matter?

Detective Falsone's story

about Beau being in on the take with that auto ring.

You think Felton could've turned against the police department?

I cannot answer that question.

I should've tried harder to reach Beau.

After he quit, I called once or twice.

He never called back. I stopped trying.

Wherever Beau Felton was, he wanted to be left alone.

I keep thinking about when he got shot.

[gunshots banging]

He came back to work much too quickly.

- That was a long time ago, Gee. - It was much too soon.

He never had a chance to get back on his feet.

And therefore he shoots himself two years later?

Maybe.

Nobody knows why Beau Felton did what he did.

It's the same with every case up on the board.

If we spent all our time wondering about motive,

we'd never get anything done.

This is not just about a case, Frank.

This is about a fellow detective.

A former fellow detective.

And so what?

Because Felton quits the department,

I'm no longer concerned?

When you or Lewis or Bayliss walk out of this squad room

and go home at night,

does it mean I'm no longer concerned?

We're supposed to watch out for each other,

we're supposed to cover each other's back.

When suddenly one of us just disappears,

we wonder about them.

I didn't wonder...

about Beau...

and look what happened.

Good night.

[tools whirring]

Alyssa, can you come here for a minute, please?

What's up?

Take a look at this, tell me what you see.

- Disruption, no blood. - Right.

So, if he was indeed shot and killed by a shotgun blast,

there should be much more bleeding in the brain tissue.

His heart stopped pumping blood to his brain before he was shot.

[tense instrumental plays]

All right, let's get some 16 wire and glue

for skull reconstruction.

I hope you like jigsaw puzzles. We will be here for a while.

How about a game of hearts?

Being here in this dump on Christmas Eve with you

and playing hearts is enough to make me

want to put a bullet through my head.

Nice of you to show up to work.

- What? - Where were you yesterday?

- I had an errand. - You had an errand?

- Yeah. - I had a case.

A particularly screwed-up case. Which I don't even know if you've heard about yet.

- Felton. - I could have used your help yesterday.

And last week. The week before.

Every time I get a case, I turn around,

I look at your desk, your chair is empty!

We're supposed to be working together,

and this is not working together.

Did Giardello say something?

This is not about Giardello. This is about me and you.

If you wanna be partners fair, great.

If you don't, that's okay, too.

What's not okay is you saying that you want to be partners

and then you're nowhere to be found when a case comes down.

- Well, you're right, Frank. - Yeah I know I'm right.

- I apologize. - I don't want your apology.

I just want to know that you're gonna have

your ass in the chair when a case comes down.

The Felton investigation is a straight-up suicide, right?

Right. Do you need me to do anything on the case at all?

Not at this second, no.

Okay. Well, I gotta go.

So, you're working another case?

No.

Please don't tell me this is about some woman.

It's not a woman. Trust me.

Well, what is this about?

What is this all about, huh?

All right. 11 down and only 36 more to go.

Hmm.

- Thank you. - You never met him, did you?

What, Felton? No.

He was a good-looking guy, once upon a time.

Yeah, I can see that.

- [Alyssa scoffs] - Sorry.

So, what can you tell me about him?

[Alyssa] Not much.

Felton was your usual Billytown type.

So is he the kind of guy who could do something like this to himself?

- [scoffs] He was a cop. - So?

So, cops are always on the edge.

That's why I stopped dating them.

A little too gloomy for you, Alyssa?

Gloomy, cynical, completely committed to their own misery.

Alyssa, please tell me you didn't go out with Munch.

Homicide guys, right? They're the darkest of all.

Yeah, well, I guess that's why I like them so much.

Uh-oh. Anybody I know?

Just this guy I was seeing back in Buffalo.

Can you pass me the occipital lobe please.

To each her own. After Munch, I'd had enough.

Didn't date at all until I met somebody two months ago.

Not another cop, I hope.

No. Stand-up comic.

Whoa.

What, you find something?

Look at this.

Hey, is Pembleton around?

No, he's not. What's up?

Beau Felton did not commit suicide.

He was murdered.

[tense instrumental plays]

There are some inconsistencies

that don't jive with most shotgun suicides.

Well, why didn't you call Homicide as soon as you knew?

Because we didn't know anything.

We've spent the last 48 hours reconstructing the skull.

What did you find?

In one skull fragments we found another entry wound.

Definitely not from the shotgun blast.

Small-caliber handgun, maybe.

My guess is that he was shot from behind,

execution style, at the base of the skull.

And whoever did this, propped up the body,

fired the shotgun and faked a suicide.

Kay, find Pembleton. Get back to the scene.

If there's evidence in that apartment, I want it found.

- Yes, sir. - I hope this helps.

Felton's still dead, isn't he?

[horn blaring in distance]

Hey.

[Bayliss exhales sharply]

Couldn't get out of your pajamas today, huh?

Yeah.

At least we can get you cleaned up.

[dogs barking]

[pager beeping]

[train horn blaring in distance]

His death, like his life, was meaningless.

Mrs. Audrey Resnick was a sweet, innocent old lady

who died violently in what should've been the safety of her own home.

That's a loss of life, Frank.

[Pembleton] Every life has meaning.

Even yours, Felton.

Even yours.

Maybe he wasn't killed here.

What?

Maybe they shot him somewhere else,

brought him here, propped him up in a chair

and then shot him again.

I don't think so.

Why not?

Take a look in the bathroom.

It's clean.

That's just it. It's pristine.

No shower curtain.

You're saying Beau wasn't a clean person?

You ever known a single man to keep a spotless bathroom?

Yes, me.

That look like it could've been made by a bullet?

Okay, I want to get the lab in here.

Do a luminol test for blood.

I also want them to dust, although we won't find much.

You ready to get outta here?

I'll just...

okay, I'll-- I'll just wait outside.

It's okay, you-- you don't have to go.

I--

Bastards killed him in his own bathroom.

They murdered him.

Beau believed there was a distinction

between murder and killing.

We don't close this case, it's on me.

I should've known it wasn't suicide.

I let the case get cold because I believed the worst of Beau.

I-- I believed he was capable of killing himself,

and-- ooh, I hated him for that...

being weak and selfish.

For everything I hated about him when we were partners.

But with Beau it was always when I was hating him the worst,

that he would turn around and do something incredibly...

stupidly sweet.

[scoffs] Then I'd just have to hate him all the more.

Ugh! Don't tell anyone I cried.

[indistinct chatter]

What?

Nothing.

Come on, it's not nothing.

You're staring at me. What?

I'm just feeling funky, is all.

You know, first Felton is a suicide, then Felton is murder.

You know, the last couple of days have been funky.

You're telling me.

Yeah, well, whatever.

What the hell, man.

Let's say me and you go out, drown our cares and woes

in a nice, cold microbrew, huh?

- I got plans. - Who with?

[softly] With, uh, Julianna.

Ah! So you finally gonna admit

that you and her got a little thing going on, huh?

Yeah. Well, now you know. Cox and Kellerman!

Julia and Mikey. Bones and the badge!

Meldrick! Shut up.

Hey, man, I'm happy for you, man.

- All right? - Uh-Huh.

All right, you go ahead, you go out and have a nice time.

Don't worry about old Meldrick.

I'll-- I'll find somebody else to have my lonely beer with.

How about your wife?

What did you find at the scene?

Felton was murdered in his bathroom, Gee.

You get the bullet?

The killer must've taken it when he cleaned up the blood trail.

We did find what could be a bullet hole

in the wall above the bathtub.

The luminol test for blood came up positive

in the tub and along the walls.

Talk to Falsone. See what you can get from him.

I don't care if you have to bring in

the whole damn chop shop.

Okay, I'm gonna call the Auto Squad.

So, you need some help on this investigation?

I think Frank and I have it covered so far.

We'll let you know.

[sighs] Uh, Kay?

- Um... - [Howard] Huh?

You know, all this stuff going on

about Beau being a dirty cop and all of that?

I don't believe it, never did.

Okay.

That was Falsone. He's waiting for us downstairs.

- Shall we? - Yeah.

Thanks, Meldrick.

Detective Falsone?

You guys got news about Felton?

It wasn't a suicide.

He was murdered?

A single shot to the base of the skull.

The suicide was a cover.

Damn.

We need names of members of Cantwell's organization.

Lower-level chop shop workers, anything you can give us.

Hold on, hold on.

Detective, uh...

- [Pembleton] Pembleton. - Pembleton.

This is no longer an Auto Squad investigation.

This is a homicide.

Felton was killed by Cantwell or his people.

They should all fry.

But if Felton was working for them,

what makes you think anyone's gonna wanna talk to you?

You're gonna tell us how to run a homicide investigation, hmm?

I'm trying to help.

I have my own informant that works for Cantwell.

- What's his name? - I'm not gonna tell you that!

- He's my informant. - This is ridiculous!

I'll talk to him. Find out what he knows.

Hey, that's not good enough! He talks to us!

- Look, pal. - [overlapping speaking]

[Howard] Felton was murdered!

Whatever he might've been doing with Cantwell,

he's still an ex-cop

and he was executed in cold blood.

[tense instrumental plays]

I'll talk to my informant.

If he's willing, I'll arrange a meeting.

- Hey. - [Cox] Hey.

- You already ordered? - I already started.

A Jim Beam for you and some Dewars for me.

- Scotch. - Yeah, Scotch.

- Neat. - Neat.

Yeah, I've noticed something about you.

Ever since we met, you've never ordered the same drink twice.

And?

And...

I don't know.

Well, forgive me.

I just spent two days

wiring together a dead cop's skull.

I kind of felt like a scotch.

- Let's get a table. - Okay.

47 pieces.

What?

That's how many fragments there were, 47.

Do we have to go over all the grisly details?

No, I guess we don't have to.

Good, then let's-- let's not.

It wasn't a suicide, Mike.

Yeah, I know. I heard.

But, uh, everybody thought it was.

They thought they knew the truth.

Yeah, at first.

Yeah. Well, that's the thing, you see.

People make assumptions.

They just see what they wanna see.

They believe what they want to believe,

but the, uh, truth is,

you can never really know what happened.

I mean, really know. Unless you were there.

Right there in the room when the gun went off,

and even then you can't really be sure.

What gun?

Huh?

Are we still talking about Felton?

No, I guess not.

Then what? What's the matter?

Everything. Nothing.

Come on, let's get out of here.

- And go where? - Um, back to the boat.

- But we just got here. - I know.

And now we're leaving.

I think you need to unwind.

No, you know, actually, what I need

is to just sit here and finish my drink.

- That's what you need? - Mm-hmm.

You'd rather stay here and brood?

- Yeah. - Okay.

I'm good for that.

I'm getting us another round.

That's an excellent idea.

[tense instrumental plays]

[Falsone] Have a seat, Eddie.

This is Eddie Dugan.

He's been giving me information

on Cantwell's operation for the past year.

There's only one question we have for you, Mr. Dugan.

Sure. What can I do for you, man?

Do you know who killed Beau Felton?

No, man.

I mean, it could've been a lot of guys, you know.

Cantwell wanted Felton dead, who would he go to?

Well, his bodyguard, maybe. You know.

This kind of a shooting, he might've hired out of town.

You understand?

Did you ever hear Cantwell say anything

about wanting Beau Felton killed?

No, man, nothing like that.

All right.

What was Felton doing with Cantwell, hmm?

Well, he spent most of his time in the office, you know.

Schmoozing with the boss.

And Cantwell knew that Beau Felton was an ex-cop?

Oh, sure, man. Everybody knew.

You ever hear Felton tipping off the operation,

telling them about a raid that was planned?

- Something like that? - Nah.

I didn't hang out a lot at the office, you know?

Mostly I'm out on the street hunting up Land Rovers.

You're a car thief.

I'm not a thief, man. I'm a spotter.

Cantwell needs Accords, I round up Accords.

He needs Camrys, I find Camrys.

But you knew Felton? You talked to him?

Couple of times, you know.

[Howard] And what did you talk about?

Regular guy things.

Chicks, cars, sports, you know?

Cantwell and Felton, they were in the office together.

You were there? You have to think, Eddie.

He ever say anything to Felton? Did he ever threaten him?

I mean, they may have gotten into it once or twice.

- About what? - Stupid stuff!

Stupid stuff like what?

They'd fight about bets and stuff like that.

[Falsone] But nothing about business?

You never heard them fight about money, about the cops?

Anything like that?

No, man. Nothing specific like that, no.

Call for you on line one, lieutenant.

Giardello. Colonel.

I understand.

I'm on my way.

Gee, this is going nowhere.

We gotta pull in Cantwell,

we gotta pull in everybody involved.

- No. - [scoffs] What do you mean, no?

That was Colonel Barnfather.

The Felton investigation's on hold.

What the hell for?

That's what I'm going upstairs to find out.

[indistinct chatter]

[Barnfather] Thanks for coming so fast, Al.

I'd like you to meet Detective Gharty,

Internal Investigation.

- IID. - Lieutenant.

[Barnfather] We were hoping for an update

on the Felton case.

There's nothing to tell.

Falsone's informant didn't give us anything.

So what's next?

So we start bringing in Cantwell's crew.

Uh, I'm gonna have to ask you not to talk

to anyone from the auto ring.

You're asking me? I'm sorry detective.

I don't see how this is any concern of IID's.

[clears throat] Have a seat, Al.

When he died, Beau Felton was working for IID, undercover.

- What? - Yeah.

We sent him into the ring about six months back.

- You knew this? - I did.

Why wasn't I told?

I think Detective Gharty

can better answer that question.

US Customs has been on Frank Cantwell's tail since '95.

After nearly a year of attempted raids,

they weren't able to get anything on the theft ring.

[Giardello] Somebody tipped Cantwell.

Falsone told us the whole story.

But what has this got to do with Felton?

- Hold on. - Don't tell me to hold on.

I want to know how Beau got involved with this.

[Gharty] I transferred to Felton's case last April.

Felton was coming up on the end of his suspension.

He said he didn't wanna go back to Homicide.

I figured he was just the guy we wanted.

Former detective, coming off a long suspension.

Everyone would believe he'd soured on police work.

Perfect for undercover.

Next, Felton worked his way into the operation,

and everything went over real smooth, too.

If it's any comfort, Beau Felton did excellent work,

he was this close to finding our leak.

And then something went wrong.

More than wrong, detective!

A man died under your supervision!

I'm well aware of that, believe me.

And just what are you gonna do about it?

That's the difficult part.

We don't know why Felton was killed.

It's possible he was found out.

It's also possible he wasn't.

So we go on with the investigation as planned!

We bring in every member of that car ring,

including Cantwell himself.

We put 'em in The Box with Pembleton

until we find out who's responsible!

If we start questioning Cantwell's crew,

we'll never find our leak.

All the progress Felton made will be useless.

- He will have died for nothing. - What do you want?

- To work with you. - This is a Homicide investigation!

IID has a stake here.

Why do I have the feeling this decision was already made?

It was.

Homicide and IID are working together

on Beau Felton's murder.

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[indistinct chatter over radio]

[Russert] This is good, right here.

Keep the change.

Oh. Sorry, I-- I guess you don't take francs, do you?

There you go.

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[Munch] Mon dieu! Megan!

[Russert] Well, Mon dieu, yourself, John.

- Hey. - [Russert] How are you?

Hey.

[Howard] Hey, Russert. What a surprise!

Hi, Kay.

We didn't know you were coming.

Did we know you were coming?

I wasn't going to, but, um...

well, I-- I figured I could grieve for Beau in Paris

just as easily as I could in Baltimore.

But Al called me, and...

well, he told me that Beau was murdered, so...

I'm here to help with the investigation.

[chuckles] Not that we don't appreciate

you flying 3,000 miles,

but we got everyone in the unit working on the case.

Kay, I'm still a Homicide detective

and this is a homicide.

You've been on leave for over a year.

We assumed you'd moved on.

Well, my name's still up on the Board.

[laughs] Mmm.

Well, Pembleton is the primary,

but I'll tell you what we know, which isn't a hell of a lot.

- Thanks, Kay. - Ow! What was that for?

You couldn't close Bongi and Sabatino while I was gone?

I knew you were coming back. I wanted you to feel at home.

[Russert] Thanks, Munch.

[ships honking in distance]

Megan Russert's here. You see her?

[Pembleton] Yeah, I spoke with her.

She hasn't heard from Beau Felton

for the past couple of months, either.

Yeah.

Well, she flew all this way.

She must have really cared about him.

Yeah, a lot of people did.

You didn't like him.

I'm not glad that he's dead.

Well, it's a murder now. It's not a suicide.

So, I don't know what's better, what's worse.

You don't have to work this case.

I want to, Frank.

I know why you haven't been around.

And I know that you've been spending time at your uncle's.

- [scoffs] You following me? - Yeah, I followed you.

All the way to the house.

I know that

a Mr. George Bayliss lives there.

Geez, Frank.

Sorry.

I'm a detective. It's what I do.

You know, when I first went out there...

to that house, I hated him.

I just wanted revenge.

I wanted to take away from him what he took away from me.

And now?

Well, I can't take from him anything that he...

hasn't already lost.

He's gone, Frank.

Gone. Whole sick, twisted thing.

He destroyed himself.

He needed me. [scoffs]

You know, when I first went over there to his house,

I thought that by seeing him, that by talking to him

that I would understand

why he did what he did to me.

But it didn't make any difference.

I still don't understand things any better now.

But what I do know is that...

I gotta forgive him, gotta forgive...

my father.

Before anything can change.

Have you done that?

Have you forgiven them?

[Giardello] Bayliss, Pembleton, my office now!

We're back on the Felton case!

Let's go!

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