What am I missing?
Release the body, Bayliss.
So, you don't like the Camden Yards?
No, man. It's just the idea of Memorial Stadium suddenly empty
like a mute monument to the Colts.
- What do you wanna do with it? - Flood it.
What can you tell me?
Picture Memorial Stadium,
a giant aquatic theme park.
I don't know. I don't know, Meldrick.
I still remember Dave McNally on that mound in '66.
I live near Memorial. On game day, if I had a party, my guests couldn't park.
When did you have a party on game day?
- Let's go, Bayliss. - Can we check with the neighbours?
Yeah. Get statements from all of them.
We walked the alley, we walked the yard.
Nothing left for us to do here.
Why don't you just get the morgue wagon and we'll get out of here?
I want specimens, all right?
Bayliss, it has been raining all night.
Any blood sample's washed away before forensics got here.
- We gotta be quick. - I'm missing something.
Whoa!
Look at that thing. Look at the size of that monster!
- Big enough to ride! - We can have a rodeo.
Rats everywhere! We need the Pied Piper guy or Siegfried and Roy.
Get away! Quit staring at me, you cheese-eating gerbil!
You disease-ridden hamster! You lice-infected stack of slime!
- John! - What?
You're yelling at a rat, man.
You guys still here?
Johnny...
Tim. It's time to move the body inside.
Release the body.
Baltimore Police Department.
My daughter... You found her?
- No! - My God...
I'm sorry.
How?
She was, er... stabbed
in an alleyway that was right near here.
- I can't do it. - What do you mean? Go and do it.
Rachon!
Ma'am, if you wouldn't mind, we'll need you to... come with us,
and to make a positive identification
and, er...
...if it's at all possible, we're gonna need you to...
...we're gonna need your cooperation.
OK. I'II, er...
...just get my...
I hate this!
- More men. You need more help. - Help is good.
I'm sending five detectives from narcotics and seven from vice.
Can they bring along their desks?
You were Adena's teacher from January until when...
What time did she leave the library?
- Hey, Crosetti! - Yeah?
These damn sex offenders multiply like amoebas!
- Split in half... - Look who just got released.
Adison, remember him? Career rapist?
- Did he have a tattoo on his johnson? - Yeah, "Mother".
Adena died in the yard.
She didn't die in a back yard.
She was killed some place else and dumped where you found her.
Nobody would risk carrying a corpse around back here, look.
This sound I hear, is that the cavern where your brain used to be?
What you don't risk is killing her out in the open.
OK, genius.
Is the death of Adena Watson the work of a serial killer?
Five women have been killed in the North West in the last four months.
That's an unsolved slaying every three weeks.
We do not have a serial killer. Those deaths are totally unrelated.
- We hope you're right. - I am.
This is Griselda Battel at Police headquarters.
- Can I buy you a drink? - Er... give me a rain check.
We're still trying to find you a desk.
It's embarrassing when the detective in charge of the case has to stand.
Yeah.
Good old practical homicide, huh?
Yeah, I'm just making sure that I'm taking all the right steps.
Follow the book. Follow your gut.
- I'm on a plane and they serve lunch. - From Detroit to Baltimore?
Yeah. I'm trying to eat my salad from that little plastic cup.
And the lady sitting next to me says,
"Some of the men I know think it's perverse,
"but I like to make love 'iguana style'."
Jeez...
I'm paralysed, I don't know what to say.
I'm frozen with my fork halfway through my fingers.
- 'Iguana style', huh? - That's what she said.
I never heard of that, 'iguana style'.
- Officer Thormann. - You guys beat ambo here.
I wasn't sure whether to call, knowing the heat on that girl.
Nice trees, beautiful lawn. Now this is a place for a murder!
- Who is it? - Thomas Doohen. On the floor upstairs.
He's dead. His wife claims it was a heart attack.
- Would you like to live here? - Taxes.
This is Mrs Doohen.
Widow Doohen.
My condolences, ma'am. Can you tell us what happened?
We were discussing where to go on our 60th anniversary when...
...he just snapped like a twig on a cold day.
- Did he have a history of heart trouble? - No.
Chris, you'd better call a coroner.
- I'd hold off. - Why?
- He's not dead. - Where have I been?
- Not dead? - What the hell is going on?
- Where is that slut? - He's not dead?
- Oh! - Oh, you can't do this to me.
Die, you bastard! Die!
- You first, bitch! - Stop breathing!
Thormann, Munch... Let's get out of here and leave these people in peace.
Die! I'll take you to the sewer!
- I'll put your face down in the slime. - Maybe you'd better stay.
I'll go to Paris without you.
Doctor Blythe?
- Doctor Blythe, Tim Bayliss. - You let them move the body too soon.
I thought that everyone had gotten done with her.
- It's your first case, isn't it? - Yes.
The temperature should have been taken with an internal thermometer at the site.
Now the only thing I can tell you is that she's been dead for at least 12 hours.
I give lectures twice a year at the Academy. Try to catch one.
- Hey, Frank. - How are you doing?
We know she disappeared about 36 hours before the body was found.
You're telling me if she was alive up until the last 12 hours of that period.
So I'm wondering, could she have been held prisoner?
- See if this helps. It was in her stomach. - What's that?
Fully digested spaghetti and meatballs, followed by partially digested hotdogs
and probably sauerkraut.
I called Adena's school and got the menu
for the last day in class, Tuesday - Spaghetti and meatballs.
So her last meal was hotdogs and sauerkraut.
All we've gotta to do is find the man who fed it to her.
- You got a cause of death? - Flagrant overkill.
She was strangled like this... and most likely with a cord or a rope.
Then she was disembowelled, probably with a kitchen knife,
and she also sustained six deep wounds in the chest and abdomen.
Was she awake?
There's a fresh laceration on the vagina but no trace of semen.
She could've been molested with an object?
I'd guess a pipe or bottle.
There's a heart-shaped earring present in one lobe, but not in the other.
I'll call her mother to see if Adena was wearing both.
OK. You got anything you wanna add, Bayliss?
Face of an angel.
Hey, Crosetti.
I got a list of stores near the crime scene that sell hotdogs and sauerkraut.
- Let's check them out. - I think I know who did it.
- Who? - Jeff Davis.
- Who's that? - The President of the Confederacy.
You still trying to figure out who whacked Lincoln?
- We can solve this thing. - You got a one-track mind.
Jefferson Davis plotted the assassination of Lincoln
as a last ditch effort to further the southern cause.
You got a one-track mind, leads to an empty depot. The keys.
The confederates in Canada knew details
of his assassination in February '65.
- How come? - I don't know and I don't wanna know.
Sanford Conover of the Confederate War Department
had a meeting with John Surratt in Richmond
some time between April 6th and April 9th. How come?
- I don't wanna know. - That's your problem.
- You don't have a world view. - I do have a world view.
No, or you'd see that by solving the mystery behind this conspiracy,
it could tell us something about the human condition.
Everything man does is a conspiracy.
You have been reading too many book excerpts.
There is life behind homicide, Meldrick.
- Jeez! - We're in the last row, right?
The john's right there. She gets up and goes in.
She closes the door. The little sign comes on and says 'Occupied'.
I wait and wait. It still says 'Vacant'.
She wanted you to follow her in there.
- I realised that much. - Well, did you?
- No... - No?
- No! - 'Iguana style', huh?
I should have never gotten divorced.
Officer Thormann.
I want you to know that I hung around until the Doohens calmed down.
It's unusual, twice in one day, to respond to a call from the same uniform.
- Even more so to the same murder. - Where's the stiff?
This time he's really dead.
60 years of abuse -
mental abuse, moral abuse, immoral abuse.
All I wanted was to go to Paris for my anniversary.
Ten days! Ten good days in one lifetime.
Is that asking too much?
Do you know your husband's body got down into the cellar?
Sometimes he makes those mouse-y sounds...
I'd beg him to stop. Not him!
We have 16 rooms.
And he's too cheap to hire a cleaning lady to help.
- Mrs Doohen... - Widow Doohen.
I know what it's like to be trapped in a miserable marriage.
The only thing that we're trying to find out here
is whether your husband was dead before or after he got down the cellar.
You leave.
He stands there snarling,
calling me names
and then... bang,
he falls flat on his face again.
So... I shoved him down the cellar
and prayed he wouldn't survive.
Ten good days... That's all I ask.
- Mrs Doohen? - Widow Doohen.
If your marriage was so terrible, why did you stay together for 60 years?
We promised we wouldn't get divorced until after all the children were dead.
Pardon me, my esteemed Lieutenant. Where is all this extra help?
This is a red ball. First few hours, everyone's around to take the credit.
After that, they make sure they're not around to take the blame.
Tim.
Does the book mention getting the unit together pulling information?
- Sure. - Now would be a good time, wouldn't it?
Right...
Right. Yo, everybody.
The coffee light's lit.
- Detective Howard? - Hey, Danvers.
- Thought you were in court today. - I was, briefly.
Can I talk to you for a moment, in private?
Something go wrong with the Chiltern case?
The witness started hemming and hawing,
so the judge tossed out the case.
- The grand jury indicted him. - How would they, when I must convict?
As Assistant State's Attorney, I intend to maintain a high conviction rate.
So that...
...one day, in the future, I can rest in a better-than-average law firm.
- Preferably an LA law firm. - We're gonna miss you.
Let's forget about the Chiltern case.
I'm gonna request an indictment of Ralph Fenwick
for the murder of Agnes Saunders.
This is the weakest homicide case I have ever seen...
I'm fascinated by your career, but we've got a red ball going on.
You've got enough on Fenwick to get a conviction.
I wish I had your confidence!
Unless you give me a better witness,
or the murder weapon, or a confession,
I'll go to the defence attorney and convince him to swallow manslaughter
with five years suspended.
Ralph Fenwick murdered Agnes Saunders.
Prove it.
Adena attended Eutaw-Marshburn Elementary from age 3 until the present.
She never missed a class.
She was a majorette and a member of the...
student council, and her goal was to be a great dancer.
Bayliss, Bayliss... We're here about death, not life.
Adena gets home from school at 3:00pm on Tuesday, is out by 3:30.
Where's my Tasty King?
Adena tells her mum she's heading for the library, four blocks away.
Why does she need 45 minutes to go four blocks?
Cos she stops next door to get her girlfriend to go with her.
But her mum nixes the idea, so she stays at the house for a half hour,
and then she goes. Right on schedule.
She walks into the library, grabs some books,
checks them out, walks into the daytime bustle.
- And disappears. - She was murdered and moved.
Whoever grabbed her was probably from the neighbourhood.
He got her off the street midday, That means he knew her.
We did a computer scan of 16 row houses on the North side of that block.
More than half to four dozen occupants had multiple priors,
seven for sex offences and rapes.
What? A lot of perverts for one block.
They've got a special zoning rule.
Let's start with the seven convicted rapists. OK, Tim?
Yeah, right.
Gee, my esteemed Lieutenant.
I have a special feel for this case. Give it to me.
- Bayliss is the primary. - He's a kid.
At the crime scene, he was indecisive. At the autopsy, he was squeamish.
- Give the case to me. - He'll get the job done!
Thank you, my esteemed Lieutenant.
- Bayliss. - Yeah, Lieutenant?
Answer me honestly. Can you or can you not handle the Adena Watson case?
- I can handle the case. - Then show me some cojones.
- What are you talking about? - Perception.
You act like a wuss, they'll take you for a wuss.
When you make a step, lightning must come out of your butt.
I can do the job. I'm just getting tired of everyone's attitude here.
A girl is killed, I'm expected to find the killer and I don't even have a desk.
A desk!
Is that all you can think about?
There is your desk. Now I wanna see lightning.
Thank you.
'Channel 3 has learned that the primary investigator
'in the Adena Watson killing has never been in charge of a murder case before.
'In fact, he is a man who doesn't even merit his own desk.
'Why is this man with no prior experience
'been chosen to crack our city's most notorious slaying? '
- He has a desk. - He's a novice.
- He's qualified to be the primary. - That's pure speculation.
"Command belongs to the officer who answers the initial call." That's the book.
- Switch the assignments around. - I can't do that, sir.
What do you mean you can't?
I'd be cutting Bayliss off at the knees.
We might as well send him back to the Mayor's office.
Don't fight a range war with a water pistol. Bring up your heavy guns!
Saddle up the great white steed and charge.
Most important is to restore public confidence.
We've got to come up with some kind of tactic,
some visual event that the media will glue them onto.
A showing of the colours to demonstrate
that the Baltimore City PD is gonna take a stand on Kirk Avenue.
Start by replacing that rookie.
That rookie, sir, is gonna surprise us all.
And those sneakers, Lieutenant, are not part of the dress code.
Oh, hiya. Doctor Blythe.
We're here on case 2-10. Doohen, Thomas.
We wanna determine the responsibility of the wife's, if any.
It smells like homicide to me. But I won't have any news until the morning.
Detective Lewis says you tend to have crabs.
I mean... at the restaurant.
- He said that was your favourite. - They remind me of Sydney.
- Your ex-husband? - No, my hometown.
Australia.
I wasn't aware my personal life interested you.
Oh, you know, it's er... coffee room talk!
If you have any questions about the intimate details of my life,
don't be afraid to ask.
To ask me.
I wasn't prying.
OK, we'll see you tomorrow.
Thank you, Doctor.
- Crabs? - Women like that never come onto me!
She just did.
Here are the interviews with Adena's classmates and teachers,
friends, neighbours, her daily routines and habits,
her interests in boys and their interests in her.
Bayliss, of our seven perverts, four are in jail, two have alibis,
and one... is actually the perfect guy for you.
I'm going home. And tomorrow, I'll nail the Agnes Saunders case.
What about Clarence? Don't you want his number?
Just chill on the Lincoln thing!
...Booth was probably hired as a hit man by Davis.
We re-checked every vacant house and every vacant store
within a five block radius. No crime scene.
You don't think she was killed in the neighbourhood?
She had to be killed within a few blocks.
Why kill her somewhere else and bring her back there?
Right, because someone carrying a body wouldn't wanna travel too far.
Maybe someone brought the body back in a car.
If he's already got her in the car, why would he bring her to an alley
where anyone at the window could see? Why not bury her in the woods?
Look, I didn't rat you out to Griselda Battel.
- I didn't say you did. - No, hang on, hang on.
I know Battel. We exchange information once in a while.
- She's a good source. - I bet.
I need to get the skinny on that arabber that Adena used to work for.
- What's an arabber? - They push vegetable carts.
- An Arab. - Arabber.
So, in my hood, they call them Arab.
- It's an arabber. - Why are you always...
- Guys, guys! Come on! - Look, look, here it is!
I already checked him out. He's nothing.
Well, Mrs Watson told me that she had Adena stop working for this guy
because he was getting a little too friendly with her.
Would you believe me on this one?
His record goes back ten years - assault, disorderly.
Why don't you check his horse barn and apartment as possible crime scenes.
- Maybe cos it's a waste of time. - Maybe...
...but I'm a primary on this case, Frank.
Hey, man! Check that out! Are they lost?
What the hell are they doing around here?
Ready? Run!
At ease.
- Bayliss, right? - Yes, sir.
- I'd like to say a few words. - Of course, right after I'm finished.
We're here to search for physical evidence.
A rope, a wire, a knife.
Any blunt object or traces of blood.
We're also looking for a small heart-shaped gold earring.
Now, go slowly, check every inch of the ground.
If you find something, anything, don't move it.
Call me, or Detective Crosetti, or Detective Lewis.
And ask questions. There's no such thing as a stupid question.
At least, for now, we're gonna pretend there isn't.
- Here's what happened last night. - Is this about sex?
- No. - Forget it.
- I'm lying in bed... - What were you wearing?
Stop it!
The room was dark. I'm alone, asleep.
And I heard a voice. The voice of Agnes Saunders.
- Our murder victim Agnes Saunders? - Or her ghost, spirit.
I know, you think it sounds crazy, right?
- Yeah! - I know what I heard.
Howie, you're my partner, you're my friend.
- Cut the crap! - I'm serious, Beau.
- Agnes' voice? - Yeah.
- Just the voice or the rest of her? - Only the voice.
But I may have observed a vacillating penumbra in the shape of lips.
- The television was on. - The TV was off, the radio was off.
The CDs were nestled all snug in their rack.
- Noisy neighbours? - On vacation.
- A ghost? - Not a ghost, the ghost!
- Agnes Saunders. - Uh-huh...
- So, how is good old Agnes doing? - Ticked off.
She wants Ralph Fenwick to walk the mile.
So would I if you blew my brains off with a.45.
She also told me where the murder weapon is.
Agnes...
- It's not here. - Gee, Howie, that's a surprise!
She said the gun was in the trailer. Why would she lie?
It's bad enough when living witnesses lie but when the dead ones start...
Maybe I heard her wrong.
You're under a lot of pressure to keep your streak going. Get some rest.
Beau, I heard Agnes's voice as clearly as I'm hearing yours.
- Let's go get a cold beer. - Take your beer. I don't want it.
And you can take your attitude.
If you can't accept what I experience, it's not my problem.
Don't get pissy just because your having nervous breakdown.
Some things in life can't be explained.
Some things... transcend normal logic.
Whoa! Wait up!
I got an idea. Let's go arrest Fenwick.
We've gone down that road 20 times, he's not gonna confess.
Maybe not...
but his neighbours said he hasn't been sleeping lately.
Maybe Agnes visited him too...
- I gotta go. - You're not gonna eat?
- I cannot do that. Capisci? - The bosses took all your appetite.
- And my will to live. - Right!
- This is on me. - It's about time.
Let's eat.
- Munch? - Yes, sir?
- I was divorced a month ago. - Yeah?
- I was faithful every day for 20 years. - Yeah?
- Haven't had a date in decades. - Mm-hm.
- So tell me... - About what?
- You know... Doctor Blythe... - You wanna take her out?
- I'll send her flowers, right? - Flowers?
I sent flowers to my wife before she was my wife.
Look how it turned out! Flowers are a needless expense.
Tell her what's on your mind, she tells you what's on hers.
What's on her mind?
Probably sex. Maybe she knows about iguana style.
Doctor Blythe?
No way.
- Big man, how old are you? - 48.
Approximately.
Getting some is a national pastime. You just have to be careful.
- AIDS? - Yeah, and date rape.
Me?
Just make sure she makes the first move.
- Yeah... - Can't be too careful!
I tell you it's a dumb idea having recruits graze through a crime scene.
They say I'm in charge... I'm not!
Here's what we've got so far, dig in.
We got three kitchen knives,
too rusty to have killed somebody this week.
There's crack vials, needles, various pieces of clothing.
- But nothing to do with Adena. - No rope, no wire, no earrings?
Uh-oh! Here we go. It's Griselda Battel and her mad dog news team.
You are about to meet Godzilla Battel.
How you been sleeping, Ralph? Been sleeping good?
A simple man comes home in the evening,
wondering what's for supper.
A complex man comes home,
pondering the imponderables of fate.
An enlightened man comes home, wondering what's for supper.
What the hell is he talking about?
We heard you hadn't slept since you killed Agnes...
or shot her, Fenwick, admit it.
Only in the last 2,000 years has Man been able to perceive the colour blue.
Blue appears nowhere in the Iliad or the Old Testament.
It's only gonna get worse from here.
Cos if you ever manage to drift off, I'll be your wake-up call.
I'll come rapping at your door. Your conscience is gonna gnaw at you.
Gnaw at you like a... like a...
- Chipmunk. - Yeah, like a chipmunk.
Cos you are a lying, murdering rodent!
Why is Iowa the Midwest and Israel the Mideast?
You wanna play it that way? Go right ahead.
I'm gonna find that gun and you, my friend, are going to jail.
Whoa! Damage his vehicle and we'll be filling out forms till we retire.
- He killed her. I know it. - Go home and get some rest.
- Maybe the witnesses forgot something. - Kay...
I'm your partner and I'm your friend.
- Go home. - Yeah.
Chipmunk?
Stop! I have to prosecute this case and I don't know which of you to believe.
Did Jesse Doohen kill Thomas Doohen?
- Yes! - No!
Thanks for clarifying the answer!
Thomas Doohen did not die of a criminal action. He had a heart attack.
Twice! The second time, the wife let him writhe in the floor and left him to die.
- She didn't even call an ambulance. - Neglect is not homicide.
- She accelerated the death. - How?
The fibres and bruises tell me that she pulled him down a long flight of stairs,
dragged him across the kitchen floor and threw him down the cellar stairs.
- Determination is also not homicide. - It is if she knew he was alive.
She said he was alive.
How can you trust the perception of a 80-year-old woman?
Why are you defending her?
- She was in a miserable marriage for... - Oh, come on! So was I!
But when I realised the trouble I was in, I got out. I didn't get even.
She may have wanted her husband dead,
but she didn't kill him.
I'm afraid "death by cellar stairs" isn't gonna play.
Not with the married jurors anyway.
- She's guilty. - I disagree.
The medical examiner, not the police, decides if a death is labelled homicide.
Then don't pursue it!
But Thomas Doohen will stay on the board, in red, under your name, forever.
- Where's Bayliss? - Around.
Around. Great, around!
What a dope!
Then why you wanna dog him for?
Cos this crime needs to be solved within 72 hours.
Cos in a week, the bosses, the administration, the media, the public,
nobody will know Adena Watson's name.
- Who you tellin'? - Frank, what are you doing here?
- You had to check the arabber's house. - It's done.
- Yeah? - Detective Bayliss!
It looks like coagulated blood.
- There's some strands of hair. - Put that in there.
- Good work. - What's that?
- What's what? - The piece of metal.
Do us a favour, keep that out of your film.
- What is it? - Come on, turn this thing off, all right!
- I'm not authorised to say. - You're Bayliss, huh?
- If you put this on, it'll screw us over. - OK.
I'll hold it till I hear from you. I better hear long before any other reporter.
- You will. - I need it from the primary.
- You'll hear it first. - Hmm...
Round the corner to Greenmount Ave, there's a carry out store there.
The woman who runs it has something to tell you.
- Something she told you already? - Yes.
And I won't use that either till you say I can.
- Wanna give me a hint? - She knows who the murderer is.
- Here you are. - You were supposed to sleep at home.
- I was. Agnes showed again. - That's one pushy ghost!
Evidently, Fenwick moved the murder weapon, she didn't notice.
With her adjusted to a higher plane of existence,
she's got a lot goin' through her mind.
# Oh, Casper, the friendly ghost
# The friendliest ghost you know... #
Don't worry about seeing ghosts.
My aunt saw a ghost. What she saw was my uncle slip her a move.
While you're digging up Agnes, could you do me a favour?
You could dig me up some water to fill up Memorial Stadium.
You're always saying, "You're such a good partner and friend."
I don't think you're much of either.
It ain't over till the fat boy sings.
The Boston police used mystics in their big strangler case.
The FBI, a seer to find Patty Hearst.
The LAPD, to catch the Hillside Strangler, used a medium.
I heard that Hitler used an astrologer.
The whole war was won by what this astrologer would say.
So, the British secret service slapped together a platoon of astrologers
to find out what Hitler's astrologer was telling him.
Me, I don't believe any of it.
Unless of course, maybe... it works.
- That was deep. - Very deep!
- What are you reading? - The paper!
- I mean underneath the paper. - Nothing, just er... lookin' at the paper,
I'm sure glad I didn't send her those flowers.
- Everything turns out for the best. - I sent the flowers.
A guy my age making goo-goo eyes is flat out pathetic.
- Who'd you send flowers to? - Doctor Blythe, in your name.
- I'll gut you. - Uh-uh!
You'd have walked around like a zombie, so I sent flowers.
- She's gonna stomp on them. - No way. She called to thank you.
- Bull! - Yeah, now it's your turn.
- To what? - Call her up. Ask her for a date.
All right, all right. Yeah.
- Tomorrow. - I have her number.
- I gotta go to the bathroom. - It's not in there.
One of the rape charges against him was a 14-year-old girl.
That was 15 years ago. He wasn't convicted.
He lives alone within walking distance
where Adena was found, and doesn't own a car.
But there's no evidence in his apartment to link him to the crime.
No rope, no knife, no traces of blood.
He knows where places are empty in the neighbourhood. He could use one.
We checked every vacant space. There's no blood.
According to the woman at the store,
he knew Adena was dead before nine o'clock, before anyone else knew it.
- What is he doing now? - Believe me, Masius is the guy!
Let's check it out.
- How are you doing, W. J? - Oh... awful!
- How did you know Adena Watson? - Who?
The child who was killed.
I didn't know her. I heard of her.
What did you hear? What did you hear?
Just... killed...
Have you ever been arrested, W. J?
Ever been accused of molesting a child?
Ah, oh... I can't say... Innocent... what...
How did you know Adena Watson's body was in that back yard?
- I wanna go home! - How did you know the child was there?
Arm... Armbruster say so...
- OK. - OK...
- Who is Armster? - Armbruster!
The couple who found Adena in their back yard.
Damn!
- Masius is not the guy. - OK.
Crosetti, dig out the original missing persons report that Mrs Watson's filed.
There may be something she didn't tell us about.
Lewis, go through all the clothing again.
There may be some trace evidence we missed out on.
Pembleton, I want you to speak with that librarian face to face.
Find out what Adena's mood was. Was she nervous, anxious, happy?
Any questions?
- Tim! - Yeah?
- How is it going? - Masius didn't do it.
I'm working on a few other angles.
You went balls out with the bosses for me. I appreciate that.
I will crack this sucker, I swear!
Tim...
This will go down.
These things just take time.
Agnes?
Howard.
Drop the gun!
What do you say, Ralphie boy?
No words of wisdom tonight?
Beau, how did you whether he had the gun hidden?
- I got a tip. - From who?
- Sorry. It's a secret. - What do you mean, a secret? Beau!
Didn't you say that certain phenomena can't be explained?
- I got my source, you got your ghosts. - You know earlier I was mad at you?
I didn't mean what I said. You are a good friend and a good partner.
- Thanks, Kay. - You're also a putz!
- Come on, what do you mean? - OK, OK.
I used scientific research, deductive reasoning, past experience, of course,
and, er... when all of those failed,
I used these.
- Tarot cards? - They worked!
That's why I think that crime is on the rise in Baltimore.
- Crabs? - Chromium!
The bay is filled with chromium. The crabs live in the bay
and the poor people harvest the crabs off the pier.
- People gotta eat. - I know, I'm well aware of that.
But they eat crabs with chromium,
it affects their brains and they commit crimes.
So, you're saying that unanswered questions
are actually statements of fact, like the Lincoln assassination.
- I love this guy! - Now, I know why you brought him.
- Steve was my sergeant. - That's thrilling!
I for one am not concerned by the water in the bay
because the water in my aquatic theme park will be clear, clean and pure.
Where you gonna get this water, from the men's room at the Yankee stadium?
I don't agree that there is no clean water on this planet.
Cos where would they get water for... I don't know... water coolers!
- Answer that! - Got me!
What's he got going?
He's an Epcot Center of emotions. Disney World of the heart.
Even if the state doesn't wanna help me flood Memorial Stadium,
we can still go ahead with this.
All we need is a giant hole.
A giant hole? Like... a quarry?
Yeah, a giant hole like a quarry, sure.
- My wife just inherited a quarry. - Jerry Quarry?
- I love this guy! - What's this?
A piece offering. From him.
- Should invite him over? - He gave us beer, not a kidney.
- Should we check it for cyanide? - Maybe.
# Farewell and adieu to you Spanish ladies
# Farewell and adieu to the ladies of Spain #
Detective Bayliss. I'll need a copy of the mourners' book.
Of course.
# We will tell the story
# How we've overcome
# We will understand it better
# By and by
# Trials dark on every hand
# And we cannot understand
# All the ways that God would lead us
# To that blessed promised land
# But he guides us with his eyes
# And we'll follow him until we die
# And we'll understand it better
# By and by
By and by
# When the morning comes
# All the saints of my God
# Are gathering home
# We'll tell the story
# Of how we've overcome
# We will understand it better
# By and by
# By and by, Lord By and by... #