Homicide. Giardello.
What?
This heat will kill you.
- Who got killed? - No, the heat.
People die from it. They get too hot, they die.
Or they kill each other.
Who lights this candle every night?
I got to get them to fix this AC.
We've been on the night shift for a week.
Someone lights this candle every night.
- You're a detective. Solve it. - A homicide detective.
If the candle killed someone, I'd close the case.
Meldrick. Forget about the Lincoln assassination.
I would love to forget about it, but you won't let me.
- Do you know who lights that candle? - What candle?
Hey.
- It's hot. - Thanks for the bulletin!
- Where the hell you been? - Kirk Avenue.
Much time as you spend in there, you ought to buy a house.
The murder of an 11 -year-old girl is a tough case to lose your nut on.
Meldrick, see if I got any messages, huh?
He types with all his fingers. That's amazing. Phew!
They have the heat coming out of the AC.
Let me talk to your boss. Right.
Get him on the phone for me, I'll wait. No. I'm waitin'.
I'm in hell down here!
- What do you have? - Nothing.
- Nothing? - Uh-uh.
- You got nothing. - Nope.
Does this 'nothing' have anything to do with Adena Watson's murder?
Frank, I'm busy.
Er, Tim... I'm the secondary on this case.
If you have something, share It.
You should talk about sharing!
- What do you have? - Him.
- Who? - Adena's killer.
One James Hill. Fingerprints matched.
What prints?
From the library books.
The book Adena checked out on the day she disappeared.
The results came back from the lab. I'm typing up a warrant for his arrest.
And you didn't think I'd care?
Frank, listen. To be honest, I don't know what you care about.
Well, it's like a sauna in here.
Well, find the supervisor.
I don't care what he said! Go to the diner or his house, but get us cold air.
Gee, tea?
Take that tie off. I sweat just looking at it.
- The dress code? - Temporarily suspended.
He's drinking hot tea. What did he have for dinner, soup?
What's the hottest place on earth?
- I give up. - The desert. What do they drink?
- Nothin'. It's the desert. - No, tea.
- They drink tea there to stay cool. - I'll stay with coffee.
- Coffee's hot, too - Not here, it isn't.
Pembleton, you ever see who lights that candle?
Uh-uh.
- Munch, you're late. - I was early, so I went for a walk.
I hate women! I hate them!
You broke up with your girlfriend?
She broke up with me. The electricity went off in my building last night.
I'm standing there, sweating, naked. That's when Felicia breaks up with me.
In the dark. I couldn't even see her.
People don't know this job. Most people have never even seen a dead body.
You ever show your ex a dead body?
- My ex thought I was the dead body! - I agree.
- Still wearing the same shirt? - I'm divorced.
I go to the washer dryer,
there's all these dials and levels. It's like a space mission.
Take it to the cleaners. You're starting to smell like my Uncle Mikey!
- You track down James Hill? - Yeah, er...
- Where is he? - He's in the hall.
- I think you should... - For God's sake, bring him in. Come on.
This suspect got any priors?
Computer's down. All I know his name and address.
Gentlemen and lady, Mister James Hill.
Public enemy number one!
Bayliss, this your killer?
Nice goin', Bayliss. That's a righteous lockup.
You wanna grill him in the Box or here?
- The streets are safe! - You know this book?
- Took that book, too? - You know who took this book out?
Yo, I'm sorry, all right? I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to do that. I was bad. I was late.
- I got scared so... I just dumped it. - In the alley?
- Library. - How'd she get in the alley?
I didn't know they got he and she books?
Excuse me, son...
but when did you take this book out?
- Fifth grade. - What grade are you in now?
Seventh grade.
OK. Thank you very much, son.
You know what I loved about Muhammad Ali?
Whenever he talked so much, he would back it up in the ring. You know?
So, Bayliss, the next time you put this case down...
put it down.
Maintenance said the air conditioning will be coming on any minute.
- I'm going to call her. - Call who?
- Doctor Blythe. - You volunteer for her experiments?
- Yeah, it's like that. It's a date. - She looked at him like he was a lab rat.
- I haven't called for a date in 23 years. - She'll smell that shirt!
- Want my advice? - No, I don't.
- I'm your partner. - No.
I ride with you. Mitch is my only partner.
What does it take to change a shirt, Stanley?
After my divorce, all I had left was my shirts.
At least I got my daughter out of mine.
She's as close to perfection as God allows.
All I was gonna say is, what are you gonna call Doctor Blythe for?
Say you go out. You're a saint, and everything you can be in a perfect world.
So you sleep together. After the third time you do it, it's actually good.
But how could it not be good? It's sex.
So you get intimate. You get real close.
You talk about your childhood, your broken dreams,
about relationships that didn't work out.
You get so intimate you tell her your problems.
You get loose, rude, a little insensitive. You're not a saint any more.
One day she goes, "I don't know who you are. You're not same anymore."
You apologise. You realise you've actually spent the last six months
apologising for who you were the first two weeks.
Then, in the middle of some night, she leaves you. In the dark.
Nice, huh? Is that what you want?
I know why she left you. I mean, you don't know when to shut up.
Your partner, Mitch, makes love to goats!
You take your shirts to a place, they wash them. Think about it, Stan.
- You need to do what I do. - What's that?
Donate your shirts to a thrift shop.
They wash and iron them. Hang them out for sale.
The next day, you buy them back up for two bucks a pop.
What are you gonna pay at a dry cleaner, six bucks?
- Are you gonna get that? - What do I look like, a receptionist?
You pick up the phone, the case gets closed.
You're 14 and 0 going into the All-Star break.
Howard. Homicide.
OK, OK. I'm calling her.
What am I thinking? I can't call her this late. Look at the time.
Don't call her at all. Dating is a form of self-destruction.
- Did he jump yet? - I don't believe this. She gets a jumper.
Every case, open and shut.
Two days ago you were pushing me into her arms.
That was before.
They should talk him down. Christmas isn't for months.
Tell him to wait. Relax...
Get out. Get outta here.
There's a guy in a Santa suit, right...
But he didn't jump yet so he's not ours for now.
There's a guy on a ledge in a Santa suit.
He says the earth has snapped out of its orbit, it's heading toward the sun,
it's only gonna get hotter,
Christmas won't come and then we'll burst into flames.
That is possible.
I'll call her tomorrow.
Her shift comes on about the time that we're leaving.
What are you looking at?
You have something that you wanna say to me?
Adena Watson. So many unanswered questions.
You're saying that I'm not asking them?
I'm saying that you're not answering them.
What questions aren't I answering?
OK, these 16 row houses on the north side of Kirk Avenue.
Adena's body was found outside the kitchen door in the yard at 718 Kirk.
The killer could've dropped her anywhere - the alley,
or at either end of the block.
These three row houses are empty.
He had lesser chance of being seen if he'd dumped her body in these yards.
Why would he risk bringing a little girl's body
inside a closed fence of an occupied house?
Maybe he wanted her body to be found immediately.
Maybe he wanted to cast suspicion on the people in 718.
Maybe he had some...
perverse sense of remorse,
some impulse to leave her body
inside an enclosed yard to protect her from stray dogs.
These are exactly the questions that I have been trying to answer.
- Well, you can try, but you never will. - Why?
You don't think like a criminal. You don't have a criminal's mind.
Hello. I'm here to clean.
- Where's Estelle? - She's sick. She's got a cold.
Would you mind movin' so I can clean, please?
Yeah.
Hey, you guys...
Oh, man!
Howard, Homicide.
Did he jump yet?
Oh, really? Why don't you call us when he shoots somebody?
Santa's got a gun.
People think you can interchange people, find another one,
like your dog got hit by a car.
Felicia's not like anyone else. I'll never find anyone like her.
Like everyone else, there is no one like her.
The key is not in finding somebody like her.
It's in finding somebody who's the opposite.
Doctor Blythe and my ex are as different as Saturn and Pluto.
Your head is in Uranus.
Yo, did you ever hear about Croatoan?
That stuff happened around here. 1587, right?
Governor John White. He left his colony. When he got back...
...everybody was gone, a 100 people, just gone like that.
All that was left, written on a tree, was Croatoan.
Go home.
No, the kid stays.
- So, you married? - No.
- Got a kid? - No.
- Want one? - No.
- Have you ever been arrested? - No.
- But you're black. - A lot of black people aren't arrested.
I wouldn't know about that.
Where are your parents? What do they do?
I don't know. Get arrested?
There's hot air still coming out of the air conditioner.
It's off downstairs. They shut the AC down at night.
I heard somebody say something about budget cuts.
Maintenance never said anything to me about budget cuts.
They promised they'd crank it up.
It's 10 degrees hotter inside than outside.
Outside it's 10 degrees hotter than it ought to be.
The city fathers can go to hell but they're not taking us.
I'll go down to the basement and turn the AC on myself. Watch.
Something's not right. Something's not natural.
100 degrees Fahrenheit, not one call coming in.
40 percent of all murders happen at night.
With this heat the numbers are gonna be bumped up to 50 percent.
What we need is a rain dance,
like the Indians used to do here before Baltimore was Baltimore.
On a night like this, two people get trapped in a room,
no relief, next thing you know, bang! The other is dead.
Honey, sweetie, baby, listen to me.
How long have we been married?
That's a long time to keep the flame going.
I know, honey.
Go on and cry, Carrie.
Well, that's a lot to have heaped on you in one day.
I don't care about him, it's you I'm worried about.
Do you really not consider me your partner?
I really don't consider you my partner.
Is this Mitch the partner of the century? What does he have that I don't have?
You're just upset about Felicia.
I'm upset because every relationship I think I have
is not the relationship I actually have.
- Did you ever meet Mitch? - No.
- You'll understand when you meet him. - Great. Thanks a lot.
Until then I'll just wallow in self-pity and self-doubt.
I'll just wallow until I meet this guy, OK?
The air is not moving.
You speak and your words get stuck right here.
Homicide.
Yeah... Yeah, he's here.
- Crosetti, it's for you. - It's a murder?
- No, it's your ex-wife. - Put her on hold.
You're actually gonna talk to your ex-wife?
Yeah, I'm gonna talk to her.
- Damn! - Took the words right out of my mouth.
- What's wrong? - Same as always. My wife.
- You? - My sister.
- What's up? - I don't wanna talk about it.
Why?
- You're a man. - I'm your partner.
- I'm a woman. - You're a cop.
I'm going to the ladies room.
No, he cannot stay over.
No, not in her room, not in any room.
Not at her age. Not at any age.
Hey kid, come on.
- Huh? - Wake up, come on.
I told you you could go home.
I was wondering... That book.
The little girl who got killed... Hope she liked it as much as me.
Yeah, me, too.
Later, bro.
- Peace out. - Later.
- That's the kind of cat you are, isn't it? - What?
First you make a mistake like bringing that kid in.
Then, rather than facing it, you wanna make it go away.
- He's 12. It's late. He should be home. - Right, that's what you care about.
You got a co-dependent relationship. You need to work on it.
When I was young, a co-dependent relationship was a good marriage.
Sometimes I wanna call my wife to hear her voice.
But five minutes into that call, my blood pressure going up,
the phone is sailing across the room
and I'm wishing she's on a plane falling out of the sky.
It's over! I know it's over.
But I had to replace six telephones before I really got the hint.
I must be nuts wanting to call Doctor Blythe.
I don't want another long-term relationship.
And I don't want a one-night stand.
- You ever been married, Junior? - No.
Don't. Don't get married. Don't get engaged.
Don't even date on a regular basis. Trust me.
My wife got hold of one of those magazines,
one with the questionnaires.
"Keeping the Flame Lit - 125 Ways to Avoid Divorce."
So every night before we go to bed, my wife asks me a question
and we have a meaningful discussion.
I've been up for a hundred...
and... nineteen nights.
They should just get that door fixed.
It's not broken.
It's never been broken.
I was double-checking the material in the Adena Watson case file
and these are the lunch menus from the school cafeteria.
According to these menus, on Adena's last day
they served hot dogs and sauerkraut.
Yeah, we knew that from the autopsy.
When Lewis checked, they said they served spaghetti and meatballs.
So, they made a mistake. Big deal!
We've been working with the assumption
that the killer fed Adena hot dogs. That he spent time to cook for her.
That she went along with him willingly as she knew him well enough.
You know what this means? A perfect stranger could have killed her.
Frank... the arabber killed Adena.
The arabber, Risley Tucker, killed Adena.
She helped unhitch his horse from the cart.
His barn burned. His horse died. Believe me, the man is harmless.
No, he was getting familiar with her. Mrs Watson told him off,
he got angry and lured her out into the barn.
Your problem is you stick with one thought even if it's wrong.
- You know what your problem is? - Tell me.
The arabber killed Adena. And you can't admit that I'm right.
That's what your problem is, Frank. Yeah, that's it.
Go ahead, walk away, Frank. That's what you do best.
I thought you boys might like to meet Santa.
- Merry Christmas. - Great!
He wanted to off his wife, so started shooting into the crowd where she was.
- Did he hit anybody? - Yeah.
- He was using one of these. - Stop. Get outta here.
- What about his wife? - She got very wet.
Ah! So what is it, Kringle? One of the elves kiss Mrs Claus's mistletoe?
Ozone layer thin over the North Pole? Is Rudolph's nose red cos of alcohol?
People don't know how to give any more.
On December 24th, you're the most popular guy in the world.
On December 26th, you're just another fat man in a bad suit. Happy Hanukkah.
It's your move.
So my little girl, she shows up at my ex-wife's house.
My old house. The house I'm still making payments on every month.
She's with her boyfriend. They just got out of this rock club.
He's in a band.
And they... want to spend the night together.
And my ex-wife, "Miss OK if you have to, but don't mess my hair",
she says it's fine with her. It's OK.
I raise an objection or two on the phone and she hangs up on me.
You have to face the fact that your little Beatrice is growin' up.
- I mean, I know she's not a... - A virgin.
All right, I've come to accept that.
I hope she's using condoms.
But, sleeping with some long-haired freak in her own bedroom,
the bedroom with the pink wallpaper I picked out for her...
It's got those little stuffed animals I gave her over the years, you know?
What are you gonna do?
I'll kill her mother. That's justifiable homicide.
- You crying? - No.
Hey, lady, I know crying. And you're crying.
Are you OK?
Yeah.
It's clean.
No, I'm not OK.
My sister's sick.
I was talking to her on the phone...
Carrie's got a tumour in her breast.
She finds out tomorrow if it's benign or malignant.
And her nothing-for-brains husband picks tonight...
...to tell her he's been having an affair with a woman with both breasts.
I don't know, maybe it's genetic.
If we don't have boobs, we marry 'em!
I mean, almost all the women in my family have lost their breasts to cancer.
And you know who I blame? Congress.
Talking suits sitting in the House and Senate.
They don't make a move unless it's about them.
Some senator develops prostate cancer,
so millions get pumped into prostate research.
Maybe if more senators had breasts, they'd do something about it.
No, I just want you to delay them until I get off shift.
I don't know. Well, give them milk and cookies.
My guess is it's someone in the unit.
One of us who lights this every night. Maybe Bayliss.
- Maybe Howard - Maybe Crosetti.
- Maybe you. - Maybe you.
- Me? - Yeah. You're the one making the noise.
- To throw suspicion off yourself, huh? - If only I didn't know I was innocent.
See, the question we got to ask is, "Why?"
If we get the "why", it's gonna give us the "who".
I never closed an investigation through motive.
Physical evidence. Witnesses. Confessions.
Figure out how, it'll tell you who.
The person who lit this candle had an important reason for doing so.
Candle goes out, they might light it again, so...
Stake out time.
Gee, you ever find the AC switch?
No, but I found something else.
Santa Claus, mystery babies. It feels like Christmas.
I know what to do with a dead body. I don't know what to do with a live baby.
- Social Services. - I got it.
- Are they open? - Yeah, 24 hours.
All right, let's get the baby out of the cage.
Come on.
What, what are we, scared of a baby?
But he's in a cage. Maybe he's a wild baby.
No, no. He's no wilder than my, my little girl Beatrice was.
Bayliss, find some milk. Howard, set up a crib.
Er... will this help?
- OK. I put it in here? - Yeah.
- You and the wife never had one? - No.
We were busy with murders and mortgages.
Yes, Detective Lewis over at Homicide.
- We're out of milk. - Run over to Vice. See if they have any.
- We're all set. - You wanna hold the baby?
No, I don't want to. I'll drop it.
It's a baby. They don't know yet they can break, so they don't break easy.
Ah! She's so little. My daughter was really little.
You are gonna sweat to death.
- People have drowned in their sweat. - Take off that tie, Frank!
If you don't sweat, your body will overheat and explode.
Hey, slugger.
- Chris, do me a favour. - What do you need?
December. Find a way to cool the room so the baby won't suffer.
I'll get right on it, sir.
I got to call my daughter.
It's like glue. I'm sticking to the vinyl of my chair.
How come we never got real furniture here?
Don't you think you're a little young to know what love is?
Yeah, he's a nice kid, yeah. But love is...
Well, I don't want him to sleep over.
I know how old you are, I just don't want...
I don't think a boy should sleep over until you're married.
- OK, I got the milk. - Good, good.
How we gonna feed him?
- Huh? - Yeah, yeah.
Great. All right. There you go.
Oh, no. You feed...
- How do you... - You guys. Come on, I'll do it.
It's OK, baby, it's coming. It's coming.
OK, baby.
Beatrice... I liked him when I first met him.
Oh, yes, I did.
I was just showing him my gun.
No, you got to respect my feelings here, too.
You are in my house, which I slaved over...
night and day for 10 years,
so that your mother and her lawyer could take it away from me.
Beatrice, don't you threaten me.
Oh, yeah? Well, what if I sent somebody down there to arrest him?
Oh, yes, I will. Oh, yes, I will.
Oh, yes, I will! Yeah, don't hang up.
Don't...
Just like her mother.
- Do you think I'm fat? - You're big.
That means you think I'm fat.
No, it means I think you're big.
If I thought you were fat, I would tell you.
What do you care? You're not askin' me out.
Why am I calling Doctor Blythe? Just so she can say no?
I don't like to give people a chance to say no.
You're afraid maybe she'll say no?
Or maybe she'll say yes.
- That creates a bigger fear, huh? - Of what?
Maybe she'll love you or won't love you. Maybe you're not lovable.
Maybe no one will ever love you again.
Or maybe, Stan, this is the one.
You know, I'm nearly 50.
Half my life's over.
All these things I haven't done.
Oh, what a way to start over again. A date!
A date is the closest thing we have in life to death,
But, of course, you don't want my advice.
Munch, you've been divorced twice,
you have a new girlfriend every 20 days. You're not a credible witness.
Fine. You've said it. Felicia said it. Gwen, Nancy and Maria said it.
I'm incapable of love. I don't know how to love.
I'm the Bob Uecker of love. The Roberto Duran of love.
Hell, I'm the Jim Irsay of love!
Homicide.
Yeah. Munch, it's for you.
Munch. Yeah, hi.
I'm all right. Yeah, it was hot, I know.
I miss you too. I'll be right over.
He wouldn't be my first-round draft choice.
- What's that? - A swamp cooler for the tyke.
Let me help you set it up. We need something to put the ice in.
All the books I've read, I don't know anything.
Why did my daughter have to grow up? She was so cute when she was young.
She listened to me, she loved me no matter what.
She grows up and the next thing I know, I don't know anything.
I'm dysfunctional. I'm withholding.
I don't show enough affection.
How do I show affection when I'm working a double-shift
to pay for the dance lessons?
I always thought that...
I always thought that a wife and kid... That was it.
That was what it was all about. That's... that's a life.
- Does the boyfriend love her? - I guess so.
Does she love him?
So she says.
Well, Steve...
You don't want them to do it in a motel, you don't want them to do it in a car.
I don't know what I want.
Yeah, I know what I want.
I wanna have all my hair back and I want...
I want my ex-wife to remember that at one point in our lives she loved me,
and I want my little girl to be safe.
Steve, get outta here.
Go home.
Go home and make sure your daughter's safe.
Thanks, Gee! Thank you. Thank you.
Hey, what are paisans for?
Yeah, you wish you were paisan.
Well, there we go.
- That's swell, Chris. Thanks. - Anytime.
Eva and I are trying to have a baby.
I hope he's as cute as you!
- How's he doin'? - Cooling him off.
Maybe if we had another kid, that would take my wife's mind off our marriage.
Things that come out of your mouth!
What? She loves being pregnant.
It's not another kid she wants, it's romance. Hmm?
So you mean I should buy her a present?
No, you should pay attention to her. Love her. Hmm?
I flew over a volcano once.
That's how hot I am, like the belly of a volcano.
I was wondering if you could talk to him.
Pembleton? No one can talk to Pembleton.
I think his personality is just getting in the way of the investigation.
You're asking me to tell him to change his personality?
- Well... - Listen, I'm his shift commander.
I'm not his psychiatrist. I'm not his mother. I'm not God.
Yes, sir. I understand that. It's not...
You realise where this is coming from? It's what happened with the kid.
The guys made fun, you were embarrassed.
No. The problem is that Frank won't...
You have to earn the right to be here. You have to earn their respect.
Until then, you're a butthead from the security detail.
- Yes sir. I just think... - Bayliss...
It's hot. I don't want to talk any more.
OK.
Tim, for what it's worth,
I think you're doing a very good job.
Homicide, Pembleton.
Yeah. Yeah. Kay, it's your sister.
- Here, grab the baby. - What?
Hi Carrie, did you find anything out?
I don't know what time it is, sorry.
Where did he call you from?
Maybe he should stay out on the corner.
I know he's your husband, Carrie, but just wait...
Carrie...
Kay, he made this little sound. Now was that a burp?
I don't know, how do you know when he burps?
- You're doing just fine. - Yeah?
Natural fatherly touch.
- Sure. - You should have a kid.
When the kid's in college, I'll be a statistic!
Homicide, Pembleton.
Yeah. No, I haven't seen him.
Right. I'll be on the lookout.
- Santa has escaped. - You checked the chimney?
Bessie Morris from Social Services.
Yeah. This way.
- It's very hot in here. - It's not the heat, it's the humidity.
Gee, I wish I'd said that.
This is the woman from Social Services...
Mrs Morris.
- Where was the child found? - In the basement.
By Lieutenant Al Giardello.
- In this? - No, it was in a cage.
A cage? Well, that's a new one.
What's going to happen to this baby?
He'll be taken to the hospital, given a physical.
We'll try to track the parents. Until we do, he'll be put in foster care.
Foster parents? They can be unpleasant at times.
- I had a case one time... - Look, it's late. It's hot.
I don't need lectures on why the system doesn't work.
Good luck, little fella.
Be careful, will you?
Lewis, someone lit the candle again.
- Who? - I didn't see. Did you?
No, I didn't see.
- You were supposed to be watching. - So what? So were you.
You said "Stakeout." You were staking it out...
Help me! My baby...
- What's the matter? - Someone stole my baby.
Why would you put your baby in a cage?
Don't try to make me feel bad.
I don't get much work.
And with the baby...
A baby is a job, a big job. Then I'm trying to go to school.
- Babysitter? - You gotta pay.
Like what, half of what I get? I don't even get half of what I need.
Yeah, but a cage...
Rats. I don't want rats getting to my baby.
Good.
I seen a baby bit in the foot by a rat. His foot swelled up like a baseball.
I can't lose this job.
I tried welfare.
They ask you how you buy your dress.
I made the dress.
They make you feel alive but dead, man.
Dead!
I want my baby.
I called Social Services. Mrs Morris isn't back yet.
- When she gets back someone... - Please.
They took my baby once before. They won't give him back.
Hell, I'm gonna go and bring her back myself.
- Come on, we'll get some coffee. - Yeah.
Did you see?
Her tears evaporated in the heat.
I'll get this.
Hello. Homicide, Pembleton.
No.
No. No. We still haven't seen him.
Santa's still on the loose.
News said it's the hottest night of the year.
- Ever. In the history of the world. - In recorded time.
This plant died. One night, this plant just shrivelled up and died.
- Why don't you water it? - Why don't you water us?
Frank... take off that tie!
Learn to relax.
I want my baby.
We'll get your baby back.
- Cream, hmm?
Don't look at me like that.
Looking at me with big puppy-dog eyes.
I'm not looking at you.
You've been looking at me ever since I came in here.
All right, I won't look at you.
Here.
No, don't. Don't be nice to me, either, OK.
- Why? - Because I don't trust you.
I'm just trying to give you a cup of coffee.
I'm not looking at you or anything. Here.
- Go on. - OK.
Great.
They know Mrs Morris took the baby to the hospital,
they just don't know which hospital.
I'm not asking you what's bothering you.
- That's your business. - Good.
It's just that you gave me some good advice about my wife.
Look, Kay, I'm your partner and I am your friend
and I just want you to know that even if I can't help you, I'm there for you.
Even if you don't want to tell me.
I appreciate that.
So, tell me what's bothering you?
My sister's got a tumour and she finds out in a few hours
if it's malignant or not.
Kay, I'm really sorry.
It just makes me feel so... powerless.
Well, she'd want you there with her at the doctor's.
I'll even drive you.
That's what I love about you, Beau.
Just when I'm ready to write you off, you surprise me.
I like the heat.
I don't like the cold.
Cold scares me. Makes me feel alone.
Does the baby have a father?
Of course. Every baby has a father.
I just hope my baby don't wind up lookin' like him,
cos... then I'll remember how much I loved him.
Well, maybe the bay will end up being as beautiful as you.
I told you, don't be nice to me.
I'm just telling you the truth.
You can bring him back anytime, OK.
Oh, I missed you.
Hey, good morning.
Yeah, I'll be getting off work soon.
Listen...
...maybe the kids could get themselves to school for a change.
Yeah, and we could maybe have breakfast together.
No, no. Breakfast in bed.
It's almost time. Doctor Blythe's shift is coming on.
- My mouth is dry. - You'll be fine. Just be yourself.
- I'm a cop. - You're a person.
Yeah. Let me speak to Doctor Blythe.
No, no, not you. Doctor Blythe.
I know you're speaking...
I didn't recognise the sound of your voice. You don't usually pick up.
Er... hot, huh?
Yeah, I guess it would be cold in the morgue there.
No, no, we don't have any. No, they shut it off.
Yeah... No, I'm fine.
I'm healthy. I'm, yeah... No, no problems.
Nothing, no, just... You wanna go out sometime?
I don't know, to eat, a movie...
You like movies?
Yeah? Well, I like movies, too.
Yeah. Yeah...
Yeah, er... this weekend?
Friday? Yeah. No... Saturday.
Yeah, Friday I gotta...
OK, great.
That's great.
- You did it. - Yeah. Now what?
Felicia, that's it!
I can't take it! You're like a foreign language.
I never know what you're saying. I don't know who you are!
Go ahead. Break everything.
Thanks for the ride. Don't come back! And don't call, either, cos I ain't home.
Munch, how'd it go?
Good. Felicia and I are starting to communicate.
- Speaking the same language? - Yeah, everything's great.
It's hot in here, isn't it?
- Hey. Huh? - Who lit it?
Couldn't have been Munch, he just got back.
All these unsolved cases, you guys are worried about a candle?
- Candle went out? - Yeah. Someone relit it.
- Well, who was here? - Everyone but Crosetti and you.
- No. Maybe we should leave it lit. - Good idea.
Baltimore was built on a swamp.
Who's the genius that decided to build Baltimore on a swamp?
Yeah, Chicago was built on a garlic field.
The Kickapoo Indian word for Chicago is "big stink."
Los Angeles was built on a desert and that didn't turn out better.
- I just wish it would rain. - How about snow?
Whoa!
Oh, man. Nice of you to drop in.
Ho ho ho!
Frank...
What if he didn't carry Adena in?
What if the killer carried her down?
- Down? - Down.
Down the metal stairs from the roof.
Now, Adena's body was found here - 718.
From the ground, 718 makes no sense.
From the roof, 718 is the most accessible yard in the block.
- I gotta go check on something. - OK.
Er... 710 and 726 are vacant. 714 is being renovated.
We interviewed everyone in those houses. Brought 'em here. Real sleaze.
The only house where the male occupants weren't accounted for
is 702 - Berrick.
Hey, a six-year-old was pulled out of 702. Sexual abuse.
This could be it. What do you say we make a visit on the Berrick family?
Oh, yeah.
OK, everyone, listen up. The shift's officially over.
I'd like everybody to reassemble themselves out on the roof.
I have a special surprise... for you.
Come on, you guys, get in there!
All night long I've been telling you to take off that tie.
Watch it!
What do you do that for?
- What's with you? - Going to a wedding.
- At this hour? - It's a long story.
The wedding's in Connecticut, Old Saybrook.
- Eva and I are driving up. - Mm-hm.
I know you're the one who lights the candle.
- Yeah. - So, why?
It's for all the ones who've been killed.
Uh-huh.
What I don't know is, who lit it when I was gone?
- I did. - You? Why?
I figured it was important to you.
- It's gonna be our little secret, OK? - Yeah.
Air conditioner's working.