This one's all yours, doc.
Carol Blythe told me to tell you to give her a call.
OK. Thanks, I will.
How was your date with Doctor Blythe?
It was, er... fine. It was good. It was very nice.
- Are you gonna see her again? - Yeah, maybe.
What do you say you and she, Alicia and me, double date?
Not while I'm drawing breath!
- I want you to check out the dead guy. - Which one?
Joseph Valentine Cole.
I'm gonna interview some of the neighbours.
Where are the paramedics taking the other guy, the wounded guy?
K. Lawrence Lowe.
Munch, come on! It's gettin' so I can't depend on you for anything.
- It's a phone call. I'll take care of it. - No, it's sloppy.
- When I was partnered with Mitch... - Here you go. Mitch, Mitch!
My clearance rate is lower now than it was when I was a rookie on the squad.
- That's my fault? - Read the manual.
You are only as good as your backup.
Relax. You're gonna crack this one.
What we have is a drug deal gone sour.
We've got Lowe with a.45. Him and Cole had a shootout.
- Cole and Lowe, huh? - Yeah.
The depth of your stupidity frightens me.
You got two things right, a drug deal and a shootout, but not between those guys.
Lowe is lying wounded on the floor, Cole is lying dead on top of him, on his back.
They shoot each other - bang, bang. Cole is shot in the chest.
He spins and falls on Lowe.
Where's Cole's gun? We only recovered one gun.
- So far? - What did he do, swallow it?
Detective Bolander, you better come take a look at this.
- Check with the paramedics. - Yeah.
What you got?
Come on. It's OK.
- Careful... - Listen, I didn't see anything.
Wrap her up and bring her down. Go check with the paramedics.
- Giardello. - Hello, Captain.
Jim Cinter's retiring in a couple of weeks. We wanna throw him a party.
You've worked with him longer than me. Would you say a few words?
I'm really not that comfortable speaking in front of crowds!
I've noticed. Well, I guess I can get the colonel to do it.
Do you have any idea who the other shift commander will be?
I'm not at liberty to say who's replacing Cinter. Sorry.
Do I know him?
I'm addressing a neighbourhood watch group.
I need good news on the Adena Watson case and the Officer Thormann shooting.
Not much good news on either, is there?
That doesn't surprise me.
You know...
you're lookin' kind tired, Giardello.
When was the last time you had a vacation?
I don't understand. Is he still in a coma?
We got minimal responses 40 minutes ago.
- That's good, right? - That's amazing.
Mrs Thormann, your husband's case might send me back to God.
But I have to give you the 'don't get your hopes up' speech.
He was shot at very close range.
The bullet's caused damage to his speech centre and the brain.
- Is he in pain? - We're not sure.
- Can he talk? - No.
It may take a lot of therapy before he can.
Officer Thormann. I'm Doctor Devilbiss.
You're at University Hospital.
You wife is here and Detective Crosetti.
Do you understand?
You won't be able to speak, but if you understand me, squeeze my hand.
Chris? Chris, can you hear me?
Just squeeze my hand once.
One for yes.
Chris?
One... for yes.
- Hey, Kay. - Yeah?
You know Stanley's usually in not too great a mood?
Today he's acting like a bear. He's like a grizzly on barbiturates!
- Munch, where's the woman? - What woman?
- The woman who hid in the doghouse. - I don't know.
What do you mean you don't know?
I'll put it this way - I do not know where the woman from the Cole shooting is.
- I told the uniform to bring her here. - Maybe they got delayed.
She's the only lead. Show a little concern.
You mean like Mitch would show concern?
No. Mitch would never have lost her in the first place.
I'd like you to find out where in the hell she is.
My guess is the date with Doctor Blythe went badly.
Bayliss, your overtime slips are a mess. You have to redo them.
- I don't have time for my timecards. - Don't yell at me if you don't get paid.
- Oh... - Starve a fever feed a cold.
It's not that. It's starve a cold, feed a fever.
I got a cold and I got a fever.
Tim, have you seen the reports ID'ing the smudges on Adena's skirt?
- No. - Lab says they sent it. I can't find it.
Frank, I'm bringing in the arabber for questioning.
Tim, will you stop beating that horse. It's dead, it's glue.
- I've been thinking... - Oh, no!
You're master sleuths! You don't need my help?
- OK, Felton, what? - All right.
What if the Watson girl wasn't killed on Wednesday, but on Tuesday night?
No, can't be. She still had moisture in her eyes when I got to her.
And she's small. Rigor would happen faster, not slower.
Unless her body was stored in a cool place,
like in a cooler, a crate or the trunk of a car. That would slow the rigor down.
- That's why you can't pinpoint... - You're wrong.
- No, Felton has a valid point. - Frank says Felton has a valid point.
The guy living next to the yard where the body was dumped is Ferguson.
He drives a blue Lincoln that was parked in the alley on Tuesday night.
OK. So, Ferguson kills her Tuesday night. Then he spazzes out -
what should I do with the body? He stashes it in the trunk of his car
so he can dump her in the woods the next day, or something.
Then he gets up on Wednesday and decides to leave her in the yard.
- The arabber. - Tim, I think we should check this out.
You two wanna question Ferguson? Fine!
I'm gonna go find a judge to sign a warrant for the arabber.
Well, Frank, it's you and me together again.
Do you park your Lincoln in the alley behind your house?
- I used to park there, yeah. - Yeah?
- Could we take a look at the car? - No.
- Why not? - It got took.
It got took? It got repoed?
- Mm-hm. - By whom?
Ike's Auto Incorporated. They snatched my ride.
This sonofabitch dumps Adena's body, gets rid of the car,
and comes up with some excuse about being repoed.
The key is if we don't find the car at Ike's Autos.
If we don't find the car, he's lying to us about it being repoed, and we got him!
Hey, Ed. Would you do me a favour, and take a look at this warrant
and see if I'm gonna get legal snafus?
- Sure. - Thanks.
- Danvers... - Detective Howard.
Whatever happened with the Agnes Saunders case?
- Well, he got life, no parole. - Thank you.
Gesundheit.
That sudden weather change caught me by surprise.
It's the lifestyle, Tim - long hours, bad diet.
It's bad karma. Adena Watson syndrome.
- Do you think a judge will sign this? - Depends on the judge.
Aren't you giving up an awful lot?
Show the suspect this and he'll know all the evidence linking him to the crime.
That's a risk I'll take in order to get the arabber here.
One piece of information I didn't give to the press was about the molestation.
The public doesn't know is that Adena was violated with a metal pipe.
When I get the arabber here, I'll get him to admit that he knows all about the pipe.
Judge Emsley's the most likely to sign.
Great. I'll got to his house if I have to.
Or the Baltimore Country Club. He'd play golf in a blizzard!
- Thanks, Ed. - Bye, Kay.
Have you found the woman yet?
She's at Central. They're shorthanded. They'll send her over ASAP.
That's great! Meanwhile the clock is ticking. Maybe I should pick her up?
Please!
Detective Munch, Homicide. Oh, hi. How are you?
Yeah, just a second...
That's Doctor Blythe, for you.
- What you do, tell her I was here? - Yeah. You are here, aren't you?
I have to go to Central and pick up the woman.
My guess is the date went very badly.
Hello, Doctor Blythe? Yeah, I had my glasses off
and when I put 'em back on, it wasn't him.
OK, I'll tell him.
Smity.
- Crosetti, it's nice having you back. - We're here to collect Alfred Smith.
Chris Thormann was a good man.
- He still is. - You know what I mean.
The kid had the stuff to be a great cop, till that slime ball got a hold of him.
Turned himself in, the sackless one.
OK, Smith.
You as innocent as my Aunt Agnes.
- Why you give yourself up? - A cop goes down. You think I did.
I didn't want to get 'accidentally' shot while resisting arrest.
- You own a.38? - .38's are for cops and kids!
We have a witness places you at the scene.
No, you have a liar placing me at the scene.
Hell, man, you got your mind made up already!
Just take me out back, pop me and dump me in the bay.
Why don't we just get with it now, Alfred. A witness places you at the scene,
tests come back positive for blood on your sneakers. Thormann's blood.
OK! Yeah, I was there.
But I didn't have nothin' to do with blasting that cop, though.
All I did was lean over the body and take his money.
- He's the one. He's the shooter. - Is that to convince me or yourself?
You don't think it's him? Look at him. He's a lowlife, a pipe-head.
I ain't defending his character, I just have doubts about his guilt.
What about the statement from Charlie Flavin?
- I wanna talk with Flavin. - We got a statement from him.
No, you got a statement. I wanna bring him in for a polygraph.
You are gonna lose us this case!
Steve, let me get something straight with you.
I am the primary on this, like it or not.
I understand. I wanna get the punk who shot Chris, too...
- We've got the punk right there! - Maybe.
You don't believe what you see, do you?
A black man in pain and you can't tell where the blood is comin' from.
There's no stab wound, no bullet hole.
You never think we can be sick, do you? Nah, cos we doin' that hip hop thing!
Mister Flavin. Do a lie detector test, please.
Why? You know Albert Smith shot the cop.
You know I saw him shoot the cop.
I told you I'd testify, if I'm not having a migraine.
Otherwise you're out of luck, cos once I get these cluster episodes,
the world could be ending and I wouldn't have the energy to notice or care.
- Make a right up here onto Fremont. - Fremont?
Yeah, this next big intersection.
- Martin Luther King Boulevard? - Just make a right, will you.
Why you got to call it Fremont?
Cos I lived on Fremont before they tore the houses up to enlarge the street.
That was ten years ago. It's been Martin Luther King Boulevard for a decade.
How long will it take you to get used to that?
Do you think they'll rename it Fremont? Who was Fremont?
I don't know. But as usual, you're blowing things out of proportion.
Whoa! This is another example of your subtle little racist remarks.
Frank. I am not a racist.
I call Fremont 'Fremont' because that's the way it's ingrained in my head.
And I can't remember to call Burma whatever they call that now,
or Roseanne Barr 'Roseanne Arnold'.
Not everything is racially motivated.
And not everything on the planet is directed at you!
Whoa! Now who's blowing everything out of proportion?
It's the Union of Myanmar. - What?
- The Union of Myanmar. - What's the Union of Myanmar?
It is what Burma was.
Lieutenant...
I'm goin' over to Judge Emsley's house and getting him to sign this warrant.
I'll have to call you back.
Captain Barnfather was at a community meeting.
He was pressured on Adena Watson. He told them that she was molested.
- Barnfather did that? - He told them about the pipe.
Channel Three are gonna run the story on the evening news.
Bastard! He screwed us over!
Why should the murderer stay in Baltimore?
Cos if he's from Baltimore, he won't go.
He'll talk about it, but he'll never leave.
So, are you gonna bring in the arabber?
I guess that answers my question.
So, you're Joseph Cole's girlfriend?
His girlfriend? Yeah, his steady girl.
You were in the apartment when K. Lawrence Lowe arrived?
- I was in the bathroom? - So, you didn't witness the shooting?
No. When I came out of the door, Joe was lying on top of this guy and...
I don't know how long I stood there. I guess I was in shock.
Then I crawled into the doghouse, why is beyond me!
Now, wait a minute...
You don't have any idea who shot Cole?
No, I didn't say that.
- You do know? - Uh-huh.
- Tell me. - Not yet.
Not yet. Why?
Because if I tell you, you won't wanna talk to me anymore.
I'm hungry. Take me someplace to get something to eat.
- I'm a little pressed for time. - So, I'll eat fast.
Yes, Captain, I am sorry that I interrupted your dinner.
But I am the primary on the Adena Watson case
and you cannot go about releasing information like that.
Do I?
Fine. No, Captain, you do whatever the hell you wanna do, you butthead!
Ike's Autos, there it is. Fine!
If you'd listened to me, Frank, we could've been here an hour ago.
Just drop it, Felton, OK?
The owner ought to be here.
- Whoa! - You're a cop, show him your badge.
I'm gonna show him doggy heaven!
Don't shoot my dogs. Are you crazy?
- Are you Ike? - I'm Orville.
There is no Ike. If there was an Ike, he went belly-up.
The man had a heart of gold. Not good for a car salesman.
- Why do you still call it Ike's? - Would you shop at Orville's Autos?
Did you repo a big blue Lincoln, licence plates 523 LNR?
I don't know. My credit department handles repos.
- Do you mind if we take a look around? - Knock yourselves out!
Hey, Orville. Lose the dogs.
I'm not saying Smith didn't shoot Thormann.
We have no weapon or physical evidence.
The case is weak. We'd need a motive to placate the jury.
- We have a witness. - Did you see the polygraph results?
Charlie Flavin sends the lie detector into convulsions.
All he did was complain about headaches.
You think we don't have enough to convict Smith?
I know the pressure you're under from your bosses and the media
and every uniform is depending on you to avenge Thormann.
I know we need to send a message to the other police haters in the community.
Let's face it, Smith isn't lighting any candles.
- Meaning what? - I pull a Monty Hall.
Let's make a deal with Alfred.
Assault with intent to murder.
He'll get 30 years, end up doing 7 or 8, and you would have made your point.
You decide.
See you.
Don't say a damn word to me, all right?
- Ma'am, I had a cup of coffee... - I love the hairdo!
You don't seem to be upset about Cole's death.
Is it me or is it freezing in here?
There you go.
You're very sweet.
Yeah, I'm a sweetie. Everybody says so.
- Are you married? - I'm gonna ask the questions, OK?
Had you been dating Cole long?
About an hour. I'm a hooker.
- Are you shocked? - No.
In my line of work we deal a lot with prostitutes.
I just...
I wanna know who killed Cole and I would like to know now.
- Are you divorced? Recently divorced? - Yeah.
You've got what we in the business call 'bedroom eyes'.
But you're still wearing your wedding ring. It's a dead giveaway.
Cole, the dead guy...
Look, he was a slimy little drug dealing toad.
He's not worth this much conversation.
But you...
You're not a man to be flirted with or conned. Sleep with me.
No.
OK, order me a Coke.
Waitress...
Cole was killed by a guy named Newton Stuart. He lives in Fells Point.
I'll make a call. I'll get the address.
Hey. How you doin'?
- Steve? - Yeah.
Did they...
- Smith... - We found him. We found him.
The Assistant State's Attorney thinks we can get a 30 year deal.
30 years we'll keep him in prison. That's a long time.
He should...
...be in prison...
...prison... everyday.
I'm blind.
I hear you.
I hear you, Chris.
We'll take care of it.
I'll see you.
Get serious, this is an '82 Coupe de Ville. $3,000.
If you can get a better price someplace else, come back, I'll match it.
If I could get a better price someplace else, I'd buy it there.
- Felton. - What?
Help me out here.
- Frank's a serious guy. - Not well tempered, either.
Any other place you take repo cars?
I got another lot on Fallsway.
- OK, we'll follow you. - Oh, wonderful!
You comin'?
Bolander, Carol Blythe on line three.
If that's about the Cole autopsy, grab it, will you, Munch? Line three.
You're not here, right?
Alison Ashley says there's another guy in the apartment. Newton Stuart.
He shot Cole, he wounded Lowe...
Carol Blythe wants to talk to you ASAP. It's personal.
I'm gonna get us a car.
- Stan... - Tell her I couldn't find him.
- Only in Charm City. - What?
We're on the corner of Aliceanna and Ann.
- Yeah. - Don't you think that's a tad excessive?
Pity the person who lives on this corner. Somebody says, "Where do you live?"
- "Aliceanna and Ann." - Sorry? What?
"Aliceanna and Ann!"
People think this guy has a speech impediment.
You're venting.
- Excuse me? - Venting. Quit venting.
- You've been venting all day. - I got reasons.
I have reasons too. I have complaints and no one to talk to.
Get a banjo, go bungee jumping. Just quit venting in my ear.
I will if you will.
- Munch? - What?
You ever been with a hooker?
- You ever meet my first wife? - Uh-uh.
Then the answer's no.
We used to make love all the time -
my ex and me, when we were first married.
We'd do it in the bedroom, in the shower, outside under some trees.
- We did it in the apse one time... - The what?
The apse of our church, when we were at the end of a clothing drive, you know?
And then a few years went by, then we did it once a week
and then it was once a month...
So, your date with Doctor Blythe, you're tryin' to say you forgot how?
- No. - Then what?
I don't know. It's...
Wait a minute. That's the guy.
Newton Stuart?
- Take your hands out of your pockets. - Hands on your head.
On your knees. Down!
Keep your eyes on me, OK? Keep your eyes on me.
I'm your friend. Good, Newton. Good.
I was wondering when you'd come.
Just get up real slow, Come on.
There you go. Attaboy!
That's it. Good boy. Here we go. Nice ride downtown.
It's not black, it's African American.
What is that all of a sudden, African American? The name keeps changing.
I can understand losing negro. But what's wrong with black.
We're not all of the same colour.
OK. I'm an Anglo-Saxon American.
So, why can't you be a Nigerian American
or a Ugandan American? Why claim the whole continent?
Should I call myself a European American?
You can call yourself anything you want.
African American is too vague.
Using then name of the entire continent, it's too general.
A guy from Antarctica. What does he call himself, an Antarctican American?
First, no one from Antarctica was made a slave.
Second, the people of Antarctica didn't have their entire culture eradicated.
What culture? They live on an ice cube!
- We can't find the Lincoln. - That's too bad.
- Look, glad to be of help. - Any other lots?
- Yeah, but... - Take us.
- You sure do wanna find that Lincoln? - No, we don't.
- You don't wanna find it? - That's right.
- So where do we look? - For a car you don't wanna find?
- Yeah. - Follow me.
What are you, a Polish American?
So, you're up here
because of that police officer who was shot, right?
That's right, Miss Benson.
I'm goin' through the neighbourhood, talking to people.
Yes, but Fairmont and Spring is a ways from here.
I know that, but, er...
well, since the shooting, have you heard anything?
Me? Oh, not me.
Oh, no. Not that you would eavesdrop,
but just sometimes, in the course of your day, you hear things.
I don't think that what I know would mean anything.
That's all right. You go ahead.
Well, there is this man who lives over on Fairmont
in the same block across the street
from where they say it happened.
And I heard him say that very morning
that he had shot a police officer.
And he was acting sort of cocky about it...
- Cocky? Like bragging? - Yes, he was bragging.
And he has headaches.
Oh, he has the worst headaches!
And I don't think people ought to shoot at police officers.
No, that's true. Did you happen to get a name?
No, I really don't know his name.
But I know his girlfriend's name.
She lives over
in the Murphy Homes high-rise.
- Who killed Joseph V. Cole? - Me.
Who wounded K. Lawrence Lowe?
I did that, too.
Tell me about it.
- All of it? - Yeah.
I was his bodyguard.
- K. Lawrence Lowe's? - No. Mister Cole's bodyguard.
You shot your own boss?
Mister Cole told me, if he ever got in trouble, no matter what, shoot.
Don't wait for anything, shoot.
Mister Lowe showed up uninvited.
He wanted the money Mister Cole owed him on some deal.
Mister Cole says he don't have the money.
Mister Lowe gives him an argument, pulls out his.45,
I pull out my Ingram MAC-11 machine pistol shooter, I start firing.
How did Cole get shot a dozen times?
When I started shooting
Mister Lowe grabbed Mister Cole to use as a kind of screen,
as protection.
I shot through Mister Cole to get to Lowe.
You intentionally shot your own boss?
It was then only way I could kill Mister Lowe.
I was just doin' what Mister Cole said.
Very commendable!
I hate seeing someone get promoted because they're African American.
I don't wanna be promoted because I'm an African American.
I want the same chance as everyone else.
Because I work hard, do my job and because I am the best.
You think people get things because they deserve them?
How many times have you watched the Oscars and said, "He's the Best Actor?"
Or a killer, who you know deserves to fry, escapes the gas chamber
because of some technicality.
Nothing's based on merit. The more you think you deserve, the less you get.
If you actually believe that, how do you get out of bed every morning?
One leg at a time.
- Where next? - There's another lot out in Rosedale.
The car probably isn't there.
And since it's cold and it's late, and you don't wanna find it anyway...
I'll lead the way!
This is a complete waste of time.
- Let's get Ferguson and question him. - One more lot.
- But it's all the way in Rosedale. - I don't care if it's on the moon.
- It's that important to you. - What?
Proving Bayliss is wrong. You hope we don't find that car.
You're willing to freeze your garbanzos off
so you can prove to everyone that Bayliss is a hump.
Look...
...I have listened to you, all night, philosophise and criticise.
You think you got me all figured out. You think I think like you think.
I don't give a damn about Bayliss or you.
All I wanna do is find the man that butchered an 11 -year-old girl.
If you don't wanna do that...
...go home.
Maybe it'd look better if we put the open cases in black
and the closed cases in red.
- Fool the bosses for a while. - That's one solution.
We could go out and knock some people off.
- That's also a solution! - Then again, there's always luck.
Captain Barnfather, what are you doing up so late?
I wanna talk to you!
Dum da-dum dum!
- Detective Crosetti. - Yeah?
- This is Lillian Beauregard. - How you doin'?
It's Charlie Flavin's girlfriend.
She was there the night Chris got shot.
I don't have it.
You don't have it?
I don't have it.
Any dogs here?
Let me have the Leucomalachite in case I find it.
Thank you.
- What's Leucomalachite? - A test solution.
You put it on a stain. If it turns blue, it's dried-up blood.
If it's grey, it's not.
523 LNR.
Felton, bring the crowbar.
- This is the one? - Yeah. Let's pop it.
Bingo. Take this, would you?
Come on, baby.
Nothin'.
Tell me you didn't call the captain at home and yell at him.
Tell me you didn't call him a butthead.
Well, I know that it probably wasn't the politically correct thing to do, sir...
It was stupid. You've created a problem.
Normally I can solve problems, but given this call, you now have but two choices -
one, resign from the Watson case,
two, go into my office and apologise to Barnfather.
Apol... No way!
No way, sir. I am the primary here.
No matter who gets involved in this case,
I am in charge and that is the rule.
That man damaged the investigation.
He's the one who should be apologising to me and to Adena Watson's family.
Everything you say is true, but what's right doesn't matter.
You now have but two choices - your truth or your job.
The first time is the hardest.
- How did it go at Cars R Us? - Nothin'.
- Frank almost bought a dog, though. - Yeah?
Ha ha ha! Wait! Is it a joke?
- Lieutenant, can I speak to you? - Yeah, come on in.
You know, every day I, er... come in here...
I stare at the same photos, I look at the same office reports.
Every day I wander the streets around Kirk Avenue.
I speak to Adena's friends, to her relatives, to acquaintances...
I dunno, I've covered every fresh lead,
every crank phone call, every anonymous tip
and I just keep hitting this brick wall.
And I think... I've pretty much made a mess out of this case.
So, I think that the best thing that I could do is to step aside
and let Pembleton take over before any more time is wasted here.
This is what's gonna happen next.
And I mean right now.
You go home, then after you're rested, if you wanna come to me
and moan about what a half assed cop you are, then I'll listen, OK?
OK.
- Flavin... - My head hurts.
Your head hurts. Yeah...
Your girlfriend, Lillian, just gave you up.
She says you and her were walking along Fairmont Avenue,
Officer Thormann pulls up and he talks to you, and you cop a bad attitude.
I had a headache.
Thormann tells you to assume the position and you grab an ice pick.
Thormann goes to grab your arm and you pull out his revolver.
I capped him twice. Point blank.
Yeah...
I hope you spend a year in jail for every day that my friend is blind.
My head hurts!
Hey! You were good in there.
You're the one that found her.
What do you say we go to the Rat, have a beer, celebrate?
Yeah, sure. Go ahead, I'll meet you there.
All right.
- How's that look? - Like heaven here on Earth.
Stanley...
- Are you avoiding me? - No.
- Can we talk? - Feel free.
- In private. - Yeah.
Let's go in here.
This is a witness holding area.
We call it the aquarium. It's, er...
It's not particularly private, but it's quiet. Is this OK?
Yeah. Yes.
Stanley, I had a wonderful time the other night.
I'm glad. I'm glad you did... Are you sure?
- Yes, a wonderful time. - No, I don't mean...
I mean, are you sure you wanna talk about this here, in this place?
It's... It's OK.
- I thought you had a good time, too. - I did. I did.
Then why haven't I heard from you since? I call, I leave messages...
- I'm... I'm sorry. - I don't want you to say you're sorry.
I don't want you to be sorry. Just tell me what's going on, OK?
Carol...
Listen...
When...
When we were together the other night... You know, afterwards...
You know how you...
You kept saying how sweet it was.
It was, very sweet.
I didn't want it to be sweet.
I wanted it to be... perfect.
I wanted it to be the best ever.
Oh...
Stanley, I like you and respect you too much to lie to you.
It wasn't the best ever.
I know...
But that doesn't mean that tonight it won't be.
Here's to Lewis and Crosetti
for bringing Chris Thormann's attacker to justice.
Here, here!
- I'm gonna go to the hospital. - I'll come with you.
- No, stay here. Good night, everybody. - Take care, Steve.
I appreciate your taking Pembleton with you tonight - it shows a team spirit
that's sometimes lacking with this unit.
I even asked him to come and have a beer with us.
- Frank never drinks with us. - He'll suffer Beau less.
- Why say that? Do you think I'm racist? - I'm kiddin'!
- I want to know. Do you think I'm racist? - No more than the average Caucasian.
No more than the average black person!
- African American. - Oh, please!
Gee, you think I'm a racist?
I think you're overly opinionated, totally self-centred and slightly misogynist.
But a racist? No, you're not a racist.
Do you think I'm misogynistic? Kay, do you think I'm misogynistic?
- Beau, he's kiddin' you. - I knew that. I knew that!
- Why do we still come here? - Cos Freddy gives us free drinks.
Yo, Freddy!
Look. Under vegetables, they have peas, carrots and corn crossed out.
What's left under vegetables? Onion rings, sauerkraut and apple sauce.
- So? - So? Apple sauce is not a vegetable.
Apple sauce comes from apples. Apples are not vegetables.
- Stanley gets happy and you're bitchin'! - Yeah.
Under entrees, it says vegetable platter.
If I order that, do I get onion rings, sauerkraut and apple sauce?
And 'Special of the day' never changes! Can't we find another place?
It's an expression, like 'Man of the Hour'.
It's like saying, "I love you" to your wife. It becomes meaningless.
It's theoretical. It's a theory.
It means there's a possibility for change but in actuality, it doesn't change.
- Yeah, kinda like Homicide. - Where are you going?
I'm gonna check on the bald guy. See you later.
- Take care, man. - See you.
- 'Check... Hello, Baltimore! ' - Yes!
'No, please. Thank you. Hold all applause till the end.
'Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Rufus Bond.
'I'd like to introduce you to a little thing that I like to call... karaoke! '
That's it, I'm outta here!
I've put up with potted plants, I've put up with souvenir mugs,
I've put up with Nirvana on the jukebox, but karaoke? No way!
# The drum keeps pounding rhythm
# To the brain
# A la de-da de, dee
# A la de-da de, da... #
All right.
Yeah, I'm comin'!
Yeah, yeah!
What's up?
I managed to track down the lab report on Adena's skirt.
They ID'd the black smudges.
- Yeah? - It's, er... from the arabber's barn.
- So, I was right? - Yeah, you were right.
Oh, damn!
I filled out a warrant and got Emsley to sign it.
You feel up to making an arrest?
- Yeah, I feel good. - I knew you would.
- Hey. - Hey!
I went to the hospital, looked all over for you.
I was about to give up and then I thought to myself,
"Crosetti... he'll always be an altar boy."
I was just thinkin' about my old man.
He was in the Western Division for about 25 years.
He, er... never had a mark.
He made sure all of his cases were closed.
Nothin' was open, never had an open case. It was all black.
My grandfather was a real buster, like a goombah.
He's got the whole family tradition of policing involved. He was the right hand.
And, er...
I remember when I got shot, everybody was crying.
Even my ex-wife was crying.
I'm sure she was just worried she wasn't gonna get any alimony!
But I remember one time looking up from the hospital bed
and my grandfather was in there with me, and he was crying.
And I thought, "Ooh!"
Saw my father and my grandfather crying.
And he was tough. I thought, "If he's crying, I must be dead!"
I made the worst mistake.
A Homicide detective should not get emotionally involved in a case.
It's a basic thing.
I feel so stupid...
- No, uh-uh. It's all right. - I feel so stupid...
We're only human, cus.
# Ho, ho, ho, yeah Sukey Tawdry
# Oh, Miss Lotte Lenya
# And old Lucy Brown
# Oh, the line forms
# On the right, babe
# Now that Macky's
# Back in town
# I said Jenny Diver
# Oh, Sukey Tawdry
# Look out to Miss Lotte Lenya
# And old Lucy Brown
# Yes, that line forms
# On the right, babe
# Now that Macky's
# Back in town
# Back in town... #
# Look out, old Macky's back!