"Reporter:" "As Baltimore's race for mayor heats up, former Homicide lieutenant, Al Giardello, is s cheduled for a press conference this morning, at the Inner Harbor." "H e'll be joined by current mayor Kurt Schmoke." "The joint appearance signals an important endors ement for Giardello." "How does it feel to be the favorite the last week of the campaign?" "It ain't ov er till it's ov er." "The polls show you 12 points ahead of your opponent, Robert Gessner." "The fat lady has already taken her curtain call, don't you think?" "One thing I'v e learned working with Homicide unit." "N e v er assume anything." "Giv e me a $ 1.00?" "A $ 1.50?" "Just a measly $ 1.50!" "Your re cent statement, that if ele cted, you'd push to legalize drugs." "Do you think this is the issue that has s et your campaign apart from your riv al's?" "I know what drugs hav e done to this city." "Educate." "Don't legislate." "That's all for now." "E v erybody, take three steps back." "(Crowd chanting) We want Al!" "We want Al!" "We want Al!" "We want Al!" "We want Al!" "We want Al!" "(Gunshots fired)" "(Siren, police radio)" "Meldrick, I will partner with you any time, any place, when it comes to a crime." "But I'm not inv esting in your bar." "Come on, Falsone, you can s ee for yours elf that "The Waterfront" is a mone ymaking proposition, man." "It's a cash cow." "Veritable green machine." "Yeah?" "So why you so anxious to cut me a slice." "'Caus e my other so called partners are way too silent." "Munch is up in N ew York looking for fame and glory." "And Bayliss has taken a s emi-permanent leav e of his s ens es." "So you need someone to do all the work." "H e y, all I'm asking, Falsone, is just to giv e it a couple of minutes of your v ery, v ery v aluable time." "Just examine the concept." "That's all I'm saying." "Yo, officer." "Gentlemen." "Mike Giardello." "As I liv e and as I breathe." "I heard you traded the Bureau for a beat." "Working on my dete ctiv e shield." "I lov e a man in uniform." "Che ck you out." "Your pop's out there, stumping for mayor, and you're back here having yours elf a little yard sale." "Oh, it's been a real media circus." "E v ery time I open the door it's like candid camera." "H e y." "Alan Funt was a great American, okay, and I took his passing v ery, v ery personally." "So what we got here?" "Local dealer." "Shot in the head." "Been dead about a day." "Does our deadhead hav e a name?" "Jos eph Hardwick." "AKA Yin-Yang." "Yin-Yang?" "Looks like he "yinged" when he should hav e "yanged."" "H e y, Mike." "Yeah?" "Dispatch just radioed." "The y you downtown pronto." "What's up?" "Your father." "H e's been shot." "The question remains:" "Is it possible to find a rule of thumb to look outside the realm of religion and its absolute v alues?" "The answer is no." "All people, in the community, e v en thos e without formal religion, formal absolute v alues, formal spirituality... always construct their own." "Class dismiss ed." "Mayoral candidate Al Giardello was making a campaign appearance early this morning when he was shot by an unidentified assailant." "Giardello was rushed here to Church H illman hospital, where he is now undergoing emergency surgery." "H is condition is listed as critical." "H ere is his son, Officer Michael Giardello, perhaps we'll be able to get a word with him." "Officer Giardello!" "I hav e nothing to say." " Officer Giardello!" " Look, I don't know anything." "Well, tell me this, how do you feel?" "How do you think I feel?" "Get out of my face!" "Officer Giardello... understandably distraught about this tragic turn of e v ents." "How's my father?" "H e was shot in the abdomen." "Maybe more than once." "Is he gonna make it?" "H e just went into surgery." "As soon as there's any news, you'll be the first to know." " I promis e you." " Soon." "No." "No." "Maybe we should go to the hospital." "H e y!" "G wouldn't want us keeping vigil." "H e'd want us out there in the black" "looking for the ebola that did this." "What about Jos eph "Yin-Yang" Hardwick?" "Who?" "Our day-old, dead drug dealer." "Aw, he'll keep." "Oh, look who's back from oblivion." "H e y." "You guys..." "you find the shooter?" "Naw." "We were waiting on you." "Oh, well, I'm here to help." "Sabbatical's ov er?" "Yeah, for now." "That's weird, ain't it?" "What's that?" "H e just packs up his desk, doesn't say nothing to nobody, just splits." "I had things to think about." "Issues." "That's the thing about you Bayliss." "See, you always did hav e..." ""issues."" "You gonna stand here yapping?" "Step back." "Step back." "Any comment?" "Any comment?" "Frank." "All right, some of you came to homicide after Al Giardello left." "Some of you worked alongside him." "Like Kay Howard, now on the Fugitiv e squad." "Tim Bayliss, been on a leav e of abs ence." "Frank Pembleton, retired a couple y ears ago." "You're the almighty, Pembleton." "We'v e all heard the stories." "Can we get on with this?" "Yep." "Okay." "We got a homeless man, won't giv e us his name, he grabbed Giardello just before the shooting." "We swabbed his hands for gunpowder residue." "H e's clean." "As soon as uniforms bring him up," "I'm gonna interview him, find out what he saw." "We talked to e v erybody at the rally, and all the v endors, and we brought in a few witness es for further questioning." "And this e v ent was cov ered by the press, right?" "We're way ahead of you, Frank." "We'v e requested video footage from the local news stations." "Stiv ers and Ballard, I need you to colle ct thos e cass ettes." "Sure, Lieutenant." "Lots of witness es, what about suspe cts?" "G's campaign for mayor knocked some nos es out of joint." "Made him a few enemies." "Coupled with the ones he already had." "I'm up." "All right." "Howard, Bayliss." "I want you res earching G's past." "Get me e v erything on anybody he e v er tangled with." "How far back?" "To his rookie days, if you need to." "Pembleton, Lewis, Falsone." "Make me a list of people that he's piss ed off on the campaign trail." "A list?" "Well, I didn't come here to make lists." "Frank." "Just like old times." "Okay, we meet back in an hour." "Yeah, I lov e you too." "I caught a bullet on a job mys elf, you know." "Bullet in the brain." "Stanle y Bolander." "U s ed to work for your dad." "Thanks for coming." "I had to, didn't I?" "Your dad, when I was shot..." "H e was..." "what's the word?" ""Tenacious."" "Yeah, he is that." "Not like he s ent me flowers or anything like that, no." "But he was a pit bull." "H e wouldn't let go until the y caught the bastard who did it." "Mike y!" "Nonna!" "This is so terrible!" "This is terrible!" "Come on." "What's a new?" "There ain't nothing." "The y tell me nothing." "(Speaking Italian)" "H e y, here's one of G's from '82 that looks promising." "Very blue." "You ne v er told me the squad room was this blue." "Sure I did." "Yeah, but not this shade." "No, huh?" "This is excessiv ely blue." "Azure." "Cobalt." "Cerulean." "Except the board." "All thes e open cas es." "Too much red." "H urts my e y es." "I'm s eeing spots." "What?" "Nothing." "No, something." "No." "Well, what's this, Ryland." "Is this one of your open..." "H mm." "No, no, no, no." "That stone cold sucker is mine, Frank." "Luke Ryland snuffed two women liv e on the Internet." "And Baltimore being Balto-less, he got off an a te chnicality." "N ext day the y found him, curbside, laying there." ".44 slug in the back of his head." " You got a suspe ct?" " Not a one." "N uh-uh." "Whoe v er did the deed, knew how to exe cute an exe cution." "And this, sordid little tale makes you jumpy, be caus e..." "No, no, Frank." "Doesn't make me jumpy." "Oh, come on." "You're jumpy." "I know you." "No." "You know something, you don't know me." "Things change, Frank." "People... the y change." "Kid's still in the interview room with the homeless guy, huh?" "Yeah, I guess." "Taking way too much time." "Yeah." "You got a name." "I know you do." "Giv e me a dollar." "You know, I got a hundred e y eballs saw you assault Al Giardello." "Now you saw who shot him, didn't you?" "Didn't you?" "I want a dollar." "I gotta get something to eat." "Come on!" "Just a, measly little dollar?" "That so much to ask?" "You know what?" "I am really losing my patience with you." "You know, I was gonna giv e you a number two beating." "But you hav e worked and worked." "And you hav e earned yours elf a number one." "Now I am gonna beat your balls until you tell me what I wanna know." "This does not refle ct my command." "I thought you were in charge here, Lt. Gharty." "You better go help your man." "Damn!" "This is gonna cost you, buddy." "This is gonna cost you." "You okay, mister?" "See him come at me?" "H uh?" "See how he came at me?" "Whoa!" "Shit!" "All right, sit down." " Sit down." "Sit down." " Why, you big..." "Come on, sit down." "What are you two doing in here?" "What's this?" "H e y, he y, he y," "I'm in the middle of something here." "A dollar." "You asked for a dollar?" "Yeah, I asked for a dollar." "I heard you." "I know you guys are legends, but, uh..." "This is my interview." "Shut up." "What?" "Excus e me?" "I said:" "Shut the hell up." "Me out?" "Yeah, grab a coffee." "This ain't right." "Grab me one, too." "Milk, two sugars." "Well, he's a feisty little guy, isn't he?" "I'll be right in there if you need me." "Tell me what's going on!" "I'm really sorry, sir, but" "I don't know what's going on." "Well, then find me someone who does!" "H e y, Mike, Mike." "It's been hours." "I can't get any real information from anybody." "The hospital has got to cov er its ass just like e v erybody els e." "And you want to know something els e?" "The minute that he's out of surgery," "I'm sure the y'll be telling you exactly what the y did and handing you an itemized bill." "Yeah." "Oh, look, the y're replaying that little clip of you pushing H elen Lucaitis ass ov er tea kettle." "Great." "You made the national news." "Al would be proud." "You know, I can't belie v e you were my father's boss." "For awhile." "But, I was also his equal." "And his underling." "Guess you might say I know all sides of the man." "Yeah, wish I did." "I us ed to be FBI Liaison with the department." "Took the job to be clos er to him." "Make amends." "Maybe put to rest some anger and res entment we hav e for each other." "But that didn't happen?" "If anything, working together made things wors e." "You pimped us." "Oh, man." "H e gav e e v erything you told him to the Independent Couns el's office." "Well, how was I to know?" "We were always stepping on each other's toes." "So, I quit." "Started ov er as a Balto uniform." "Bottom of the totem pole." "I don't know if any of it made any difference to my dad." "If he e v en noticed." "You wouldn't hurt anybody." "Would you?" "No." "You wouldn't hurt anybody be caus e it's not in you?" "Al Giardello wouldn't hurt anybody either." "It's not in him." "You and he, you got a lot in common." "That's why I asked him for a dollar." "I knew he'd understand." "What's your..." "your name?" "You ain't got an address, what do you need a name for?" "Post office can't find me." "Why should it matter if I hav e a name." "Well, we don't need to know your name." "What we need to know is if you saw who hurt Al Giardello?" "You got a dollar?" "A dollar?" "I'm jonesin' for a H ershe y bar." "I just gav e you a dollar." "I'm asking him." "What did you s ee at the Inner Harbor today?" "I'm a fiend for chocolate." "Didn't I just giv e you a dollar?" "Didn't I?" "Yeah." "So now you gonna play me for the fool?" "If I giv e you a dollar, will you tell us what you saw today?" "I'm the fool, right?" "I gav e you a dollar, and now, what, huh?" "No, no, no, no." "Put that away." "I'm here out of concern for a good person." "Somebody who means a lot to me." "Means a lot to this city." "And what, now you think this is some kind of deal where you gonna..." "us e my concern to mooch mone y?" "'Caus e... you think that you're the ke y to the puzzle?" "You're holding all the vital info, so y eah, s crew me." "And s crew him!" "And s crew Al Giardello." "H mm?" "Do you think you mean anything?" "To anybody?" "Anything to this city?" "No." "But I'm here." "I'm extending you my kindness." "I giv e you what you want, out of goodwill." "And it's not about the mone y." "It's not about a dollar." "'Caus e if you ask me for ten, I'll giv e you ten." "Ask for a hundred, you got it!" "I'm respe cting you." "But you're gonna sit there... and piss on me." "I'm gonna s end you to hell, mister." ""I ain't got a name," so feel sorry for my mooching ass." "I'm jonesin' for a H ershe y bar." "The guy that I s ee is in his late 40s... or early 50s, maybe." " Jonesin' for that H ershe y bar!" " Of the N egro persuasion." "The guy is black." "U h-huh, what's he look like?" "How tall is he?" "H e is..." "nearly as tall as me." "Got gray sidewalls." "H is hair, you know." "Sideburns." "And he's got a gun." "One of them black guns, that go pop-pop-pop." "An automatic." "I don't know." "Okay, so he shoots this gun, pop-pop-pop." "What happens then?" "Where does he go?" "H e just disappears." "H e gets swallowed up in the crowd." "I got s cared." "I was just trying to get out of there." "And then the cops grabbed me up." "Oh." "Can I hav e that other dollar now?" "Giardello is still in surgery at this hour." "Meanwhile, police hav e intensified their inv estigation, interviewing literally hundreds of witness es." "We'll hav e more after this." "And we're out." "I'd like to giv e you the tape, but I can't." "Okay, well then we'll get a subpoena." "No, you don't understand, I can't." "There was some kind of te chnical glitch" " with our camera." " Glitch?" "All I got is stuff leading up to the gunshots, then the camera dies." "We're the only station in town that didn't hav e footage of the actual shooting." "And belie v e me, I'm not happy," "losing out on the biggest news story of the y ear." "I'm crying big crocodile tears." "Giv e us what you'v e got." "Okay, we're back in 10." "So you're living in St. Michael's now, huh?" "Yeah." "Play a little golf." "Practice the cello." "H e y, retirement agrees with you." "You got that healthy pink glow." "That's high blood pressure." "I'm on a zero sodium diet." "Z ero as in none." "As in I can't e v en go down to the ocean." "Take in the s ea breeze." "You know how bland life is without salt?" "I was under the impression that you were still in Balto." "No." "That you refus e to answer my calls out of some misdire cted spite." "I hav e ne v er mis-whate v ered my spite." "I got married again." "What, number four?" "Yeah." "In two weeks, I'm getting divorced." "Jeez, John!" "I like this." "This is great." "You and I, we're prowling the streets of Baltimore again." "I hav e ne v er prowled the streets of anywhere with you, all right?" "Don't start agitating me much." " Come on..." " What's the status..." "Step back, step back." "Stop it there." "What are you looking at, Stan?" "U h, well, you s ee this guy right here?" "H e's right on the edge of the stage." "H is body language." "Doesn't look right." "I can't s ee anything." "We're looking for a gun." "At this angle, you can't e v en s ee his hands." "Well, what we need is to enhance the tape." "Yeah, s end a copy to the state police lab." "Lieutenant!" "We..." "Captain." "My, my, my, look at this." "Sgt. Howard, Frank Pembleton, Munch, Bayliss." "E v en the big man." "All the old boys and girls gathered again." "E v erybody pals y-wals y." "You interrupt one of my dete ctiv es in the cours e of interviewing a witness?" "I was giving him some relief." "Relief, my ass." "You just wanted to show him who's boss, that's your game." "Sir..." "But now I'm gonna show you who's boss." "I order you to apologize to Dete ctiv e Hall." "Apologize?" "Bobby." "Go ahead." "I... apologize." "Yeah, no problem." "Now what the hell are all of you doing in here?" "We came to help." "This is your call?" "What are you, desperate?" "No, for G we come on our own." "Truly noble." "Get your ass in gear, Gharty." "I want this Giardello shooting down today." "That's what we all want, Gaffne y." "This is police business." "You're not a cop anymore, is that right, Frank?" "That's corre ct." "Then get lost." "Okay." "Sure." "Fine." "Me too, then." "No, no, Bolander." "You can stay." "That's the beauty of power." "It's arbitrary." "I hav e a press conference at 2:00." "I better hav e some startling new re v elations to tell the media." "Somebody open a window." "That won't do any good, that's "Eau de Gaffne y."" "Lingers for days." " Frank?" " U h, don't worry about it." "If we... if we get anywhere, I'll keep you posted." "Fine, fine." "Giv e me a ring." "Frank!" "Wait, wait, wait." "You're just gonna leav e?" "Yes." "And you're coming with me." "Where?" "If the boss es won't let us inv estigate, we'll do our own." " U nofficially." " A citizen's brigade." "Okay, let's start with the crime s cene." "Excus e me, excus e me, excus e me." "We got 15 different des criptions of a possible shooter from 25 different witness es." "Some say he's black, some say white." "Some say he's in his 20s, others in his 60s." "Yeah, well, the y all agree that the shooter is a man, right?" "Well, actually, a few of them think that maybe he's a woman." "Yeah, I say it's a conspiracy." "Oh, Munch." "This guy that G's running against, what's his name, Gessner." "H e s ees that he's going to get his ass kicked." "So he de cides to take action." "So he hires an assassin, like in the "Manchurian Candidate."" "What did I say about agitating, Munch?" "I'm gonna che ck out the widow of Raymond Desass y." "What, the guy G shot?" "G shot someone?" "Yeah, a couple, three y ears ago." "Ke vin Lugo, big shock radio personality." "I remember, he got whacked in the Mt." "Washington parking lot." "Yeah, we get a tip Raymond Desass y is the murderer," "G and I go to his hous e, Desass y draws a weapon," "G shoots him dead." "Turns out our tip was from Raymond Desass y's best friend." "Called it in as a practical joke." "Desass y's wife was pretty bitter about the whole thing." "Okay, Howard." "Mrs. Desass y it is." "H e y, you need backup?" "Sure." "Stiv ers, Ballard, take the video tapes to the state lab and study e v ery frame." "Lewis, stop by the courthous e, grab Sheppard, and go talk to Carl Miller." "Carl Miller?" "The pride of the Aryan Nation." "Yeah, he's been beating the drums, trying to start a race war ov er G's drug policy." "If you're volunteering, how about calling on John Komen?" "Whate v er you need, Lieutenant." "Who's John Komen?" "U h, there was a mass suicide of the African Re viv al Mov ement." "Yeah, I saw it on the news." "Yeah, QRT storms the place, finds 16 bodies." "Poisoned." "A real Jonestown." "Not like the other one, where the CIA and the military whacked thos e people." "Komen's taken ov er as the head honcho of the mov ement." "So, we talk to him." "You know, I say a Black Nationalist and two whiter shades of pale dete ctiv es don't exactly interface, you catch my drift?" "You know, if you got a problem with it, Munch, make it eas y on yours elf." "There's an Amtrak back to the Big Apple e v ery hour." "Stan, you know where the African Re viv al Mov ement building is?" "If it's in Balto, I can find it." "What do you want me to do, L.T.?" "Che ck the 800 Tip line." "Okay, we got 48 hours to catch this guy." "Anything longer than that, and you know what hits the fan." "All right?" "We're a team." "Let's go." "Let's catch this bastard." "Could hav e handled this better, Stue y." "Are you coming, Dete ctiv e Munch?" "Yeah, y eah, but I'm driving." "You know I like to driv e, as long as you don't smoke with the windows clos ed." " We're gonna smoke." " What you know..." " I'v e got a cigar this big." " Oh, man." "H ere we go again." "Mrs. Giardello, any word on his condition?" " U h, excus e me, do you mind?" " No, no." "H e y!" "H e y, you!" "Leav e her alone!" "Leav e her alone!" "What are you doing here, anyway?" "Leav e her the hell alone!" "We're just doing our job, okay?" "That's no excus e." "Pressure's 90 ov er 60." "H eart rate's up to 120." "That's the s e cond one." "Big sucker." "Let me s ee the X-ray." "Suction, pleas e." "H mm, we need to clean up thes e rib sliv ers." "So, how was that for you, Frank?" "Being back in that squad room?" "Strange." "So many things hav e changed." "Well, the color of the doors and the floors, maybe." "But, the room's the same, the work's the same." "Yeah." "Yeah, I guess that will ne v er be different." "What bothered me the most was not s eeing G there, you know?" "Having him charging out of his office like a water buffalo." "As a matter of fact, the last conv ersation we e v er had was ov er your hospital bed." "After you took the bullet for me." "My partner's down!" "My partner's been shot!" "Somebody!" "But really it wasn't him I was angry at." "It was the whole, you know... bloody business." "Yeah." "I hav en't spoken to him since that day." "And now, here it is," "I may ne v er get the chance to speak to him again." "Well, Frank, why don't we just stop by the hospital now, huh?" "H e's in surgery." "Besides, I can do more for the man... out here on the street." "H e didn't hate you, Frank." "And he knows you didn't hate him." "But I handed him my badge." "H e hated that." "You're not ups et by the shooting of Al Giardello?" "U ps et?" "Yes." "But not surpris ed." "There's a long tradition in this country of shooting black men who speak the truth." "We got a witness who says that the would-be assassin was black." "A black assassin?" "How conv enient." "The white man can always find a race traitor to do his dirty work." "There are thos e who blame Al Giardello for what happened in this building three y ears ago." "There's some say he's responsible for thos e 16 suicides." "Do you think I would want re v enge?" "Well, maybe some of your followers..." "Which you s ee where?" "This mov ement was destroy ed that day." "So this morning, at about 8:15..." "Was I at the Inner Harbor?" "No." "Anybody who can vouch for your whereabouts?" "I was here." "Okay, what about somebody to back you up, then..." "Yes." "The y'll tell you that I was at my desk." "Working." "Working?" "Said you had no following." "I'm going to be interviewed this week on the radio." ""The Mark Steiner Show."" "Steiner?" "I like him." "And I'm going to tell the world that Al Giardello was s et up by the white banking establishment to run for mayor." "Then shot by them." "The bank shot Giardello?" "Giardello gets popular, he gets shot, he dies." "The city riots." "The city goes up in flames." "The smokes clears." "The banks come in and rebuild the neighborhoods." "Shoving all the poor blacks out to the collar counties." "The banks and the de v elopers want all that land near the harbor." "It's worth hundreds of millions." "The banks, huh?" "If you think about it, the s cary part is, it makes s ens e." "The banks, the multinationals, the real estate lobby." "That's big mone y, Stan." "Think about it." "When you gonna let me re-open my cart?" "I mean, I'm dying here, I'm losing a whole day's re ceipts." "I told you and them other dete ctiv es 99 times already" "I didn't nothing." "And I told you a hundred times you are lying." "Why would I lie?" "Be caus e you're afraid." "Me?" "No I'm not afraid of nobody." "Yeah you are, you're frightened." "You're frightened of the guy who shot Al Giardello." "You're afraid that if he finds out you I D'd him, he'll come back, shoot you too." "Listen, if you know anything, you should tell us." "We'll prote ct you." "Yeah, how?" "Look, this thing goes to trial, I'v e got to testify." "The gunman gets off, I'm dead." "No thanks." "Look, I got no reason to die for this goon Giardello." "Goon?" "Well, legalizing drugs?" "Come on, that's insane!" "Listen, listen, if you don't tell us what you know, that gunman is free and he is running the streets." "If he hits his mark next time, if he kills someone, that's on you." "Yeah, well, guess what." "I can carry that." "Okay, thanks for your time." "U h, hi, I'm J. H. Brodie." "I us ed to work with your dad at Homicide." "H ello." "Thank you for coming." "I'm sorry." "I was at D.C. At a film festiv al and I heard about the lieutenant." "How's he doing?" "I brought him this giraffe." "Yeah, I can't get anybody to tell me anything." "I thought the ER doctors were suppos ed to be so caring and compassionate and all that crapola." "Yeah, as far as I can tell, nobody giv es a tinker's damn." "Do you think Al Giardello will benefit from a s ympathy factor?" "Will this put you e v en further behind in the polls?" "Well, the polls be damned, Donna, a man's life is at stake." "Now, Al Giardello and I may disagree on certain fundamental issues." "But when a tragedy like this occurs, it is ess ential that we put thes e differences aside." "No, I'm not here today as a candidate for mayor." "I'm here today as a concerned citizen and as a friend." " Sir." "Sir." " Now excus e me." "My dad hates this guy's guts." "How you holding up?" "I'm all right." "Good man." "H uh." "I hav e to admit, white supremacists," "I was thinking something a little more south Baltimore." "Yeah." "Trailer park... broken down row hous e, major appliance on the front stoop." "Exactly." "Not so..." "Quaint?" "Yeah, a little more, you know?" "White trash." "You said it, not me." "Sure we got the right address?" "Sure I'm sure." "You e v er know me not to hav e the right address?" "Don't answer that." "Can I help you with something?" "And the v ery identity of this country as a white, Christian nation is in jeopardy." "Aw, Jerry, I couldn't agree with you more." "But in the words of Thomas Jefferson, and Timothy Mc Veigh once wore this on a t-shirt," ""The tree of liberty must be watered frequently with the blood of patriots, and tyrants."" "Ladies and gentlemen, stay with us." "It looks like I'm about to interview two of Baltimore City's Finest." "When Al Giardello took a bullet, I admit, I thought," ""Well, there's some damn justice."" "Where were you this morning, Mrs. Desass y?" "Me?" "Right here." "Making lov e to my bottle of gin." "You always start drinking early in the morning?" "Nah." "No?" "I don't start early 'caus e I don't stop the night before." "Maybe you should get some help." "Maybe you should shov e this bottle where the sun don't shine." "You got anybody that can vouch for your whereabouts this morning?" "My next door neighbor, she was ov er here." "Mooching a toot." "We may need you for further questioning." "H e y, Ray and me, we was all each other had in the world." "You cops killed him." "I hope that Giardello dies and goes straight to hell." "Only wish I had shot the bastard." "Hav e a good day." "Where were you around 8:15 this morning?" "When Giardello got shot?" "Yeah." "On the air." "And when the good news came out, across the Jewish controlled mainstream media, we popped a bottle of genuine American sparkling wine and shared the glad tidings with our listeners across the country." "Across the country?" "Well, we reach most of our followers by the Internet." "You can v erify that you were in the studio at the time of the shooting." "I'll play you the tapes." "Don't bother." "You could fake that." "You could be on the air and nowhere near this dump." "Then I'll make you a list of people who were in and out of the studio all morning and saw me in the flesh." "Yeah." "H ere's some paper." "H ere's a pen." "Knock yours elf out." "Oh, I do wish we were on the air right now." "So I could des cribe you all for the benefit of my audience." "Why is that?" "Well, we talk all the time on my program about mud people." "You familiar with the term?" "Yeah, I am." "It's one of our favorite topics." "Along with the e vils of race mixing." "Just look at the two of you." "Prime examples of both." "You gotta admit, the y'v e come a long way from the Grand Kleagle," ""Birth of a Nation," cross burning days." "Yep, good old boys hav e definitely traded in their bed sheets for Web sites." "Assuming thes e che ck out, Miller's not G's shooter." "H e could hav e got somebody els e to pull the trigger for him." "Or he might hav e incited it." "The shooter ends up being one of his regular listeners, maybe we can tie Miller in." "Yeah, I'd lov e to tie him into something." "How many Black nationalist groups are there in Baltimore?" "Many." "Sheppard and Lewis still che cking the Aryan angle?" "Yeah." "Baltimore." "City of brotherly lov e." "That's Philadelphia." "Call me crazy, but don't you think we should be switching with Sheppard and Lewis?" "I mean, what's Gharty thinking, anyway?" "John?" "Billy Lou." "I heard you were in town." "Why didn't you come to s ee me?" "Billy Lou, this is my old partner, Stan Bolander." "Pleas ed to meet you." "I guess you hav e to eat your words about ne v er coming back to Charm City." "When did I say that?" "Maybe I need a cup of coffee." "And telling e v erybody I ran off with one of your colleagues." "Well, N ew York Cops, the y'll belie v e anything." "Who did you hav e in mind?" "Stuart?" "Stiv ers." "(Slow exhale) In your dreams." "Maybe I'll s ee you later." "You s ee, I got a lot of work to do." "You know where to find me." "Is that the fourth ex-Mrs." "Munch?" "Yeah." "You think maybe I'm not cut out for the domestic life." "Okay." "Guys like you and me." "Work is where we shine." "Work." "(Monitors beeping)" "Excus e me." "You in the right OR?" "Excus e me." "This is OR 5, here, doctor." "Se curity!" "There's been a shooting in OR 5." "Se curity!" "Se curity!" "H e's been shot!" "We got a code red!" "We need a code red here!" "Code red!" "Code red!" "Reporter:" "In a bizarre de v elopment, shots were fired inside the hospital." "As you can s ee, QRT teams hav e been called in." "The y are to do a room by room s earch of the building." "Police are now moving e v eryone out of the hospital." "Clear!" "Clear!" "Mov e around." "Don, get in here." "Get in here!" "Clear!" "It's not clear at this point... whether this incident is conne cted with the shooting this morning of mayoral candidate Al Giardello." "Ready?" "And up." "Surgeon:" "We'v e got 90 ov er 60 still." "Okay." "H eart rate's at 130." "H eart rate's at 130." "Clear!" "You saw this dealer at the rally this morning." "Yeah, man." "Eas y Eddie Moe." "I know him all too well." "U s ed to cop from him when I was in the game." "Back in the day, before I got clean." "Why would he be at a rally for Giardello?" "That's what I'm saying." "To take him down, maybe." "Drug dealers are so flipped out by the idea of Giardello being mayor, man, the y're registering to vote." "So where can we find this Mr. Moe?" "Whoa, whoa, whoa, baby, whoa... whoa." "You might want to talk to Bernie Weeks at the Shiny Foil Lounge." "Eddie us ed to work for him." "Bernie Weeks..." "Wasn't he that dealer we busted by mistake?" "We were looking for Manuel Rendero!" "Pembleton:" "Right." "H e wasn't our shooter, but he had 50 kilos of coke in the trunk of his car." "Yeah." "And now he's back on the street already." "Right." "How could something like this happen?" "We had officers posted on e v ery floor." "How did the shooter get in?" "If I were paranoid," "I'd say someone in the department was involv ed." "I'm gonna forget you said that." "Has QRT s earched the whole building?" "Yes." "We'll catch him." "It's only a matter of time." " Man:" "H e y, Mike." " How's my father?" "Another surgeon is working on him." "H e didn't miss a beat." "And the one who's shot?" "Se cond surgical team's cutting into him now." "Are we positiv e the two shootings are related?" "What are you talking about?" "Of cours e the y're related." "Maybe Dr. Williams has enemies." "The shooter was after my father." "We won't know for until we can get in there and inv estigate." "Right now our Crime Scene is still in OR." "Colonel Barnfather!" " H e's not in there." " Damn!" "H e must hav e es caped when e v erybody was rushing out." "Let's get e v erybody back inside." "Always..." "Always wondered mys elf why the y just didn't do what he said." "Kick the bottom out of the market by making the stuff legal." "Put me out of business like that." "So, you're happy Giardello got shot?" "No, I didn't say all that." "It could backfire, the... what you call it?" "Sympathy vote." "You know what our next question is, don't you?" " Do I got a alibi?" " Yeah." "Maybe I should just call my attorne y." "Whoa!" "You don't need to lawy er up y et." "Come on, this is still friendly." "You lawy er up, we gotta put you in the s ystem." "Waste of time for all of us." "You Homicide, right?" "You know anybody in Narcotics?" "Yes, absolutely." "You got any juice with Ste v e Fletcher?" "I could talk to him, y eah." "'Caus e if you could get that bastard off my back." "I mean, he's camped out on my front stoop." "My oldest daughter thinks he's gonna kill me." "Just bust in the front door, and greas e me in my own bed." "The stress is just aggrav ating her ass." "I'll speak to him." "I ain't do Giardello." "Well, how about your crew?" "Them neither." "Wait, wait, wait." "We got an e y ewitness, says that Eas y Eddie was at the rally." "H e don't work for me no more." "H e was spending too much time running his mouth about Giardello and not enough time bringing me the cash mone y." "Soon as it happened, e v erybody thought the shooter had to be Eas y Eddie." "Okay." "Okay, so we'll giv e this to Gharty." "And if this Eas y Eddie Moe is the shooter... then he's in the wind." "You and I are ne v er gonna be able to find him." "Not on our own." "I could really us e a cup of coffee." "Oh, y eah, good, I'll be buying." "No, no, I can't." "Be caus e of the stroke." "You know, for a minute, I forgot." "For a minute there, it s eemed like time hadn't e v en gone by." "For a minute, it was eight y ears ago." "You know, Frank, I ne v er... ne v er told you how much I... enjoy ed having you as a partner." "You know, how much I lov ed... working with you." "You think maybe a cop shot G?" " What?" " A cop." "Why would a cop, one of us, want to shoot G?" "I'm not talking about one of us." "I'm talking about a cop with attitudes, with prejudices, a redne ck cop." "Well, God knows there's plenty of thos e around." "A Gaffne y!" "A guy who'll put in the time, walk the beat, he s ees Giardello making a reach for power, de cides to..." "change history." "Yeah, y eah, that's a real interesting idea, Frank." " Cops as killers." " Happens." "Kellerman plugged Luther Mahone y." "Still thinks some boy in blue finished off, uh..." " Gordon Pratt." " Yeah, me, too." "H e y, you know, saying you're right... saying that some law enforcement officer shot Giardello..." "How do we find him?" "Where do we start?" "I don't know." "N eedle in a haystack." "Let's go s ee how Ballard and Stiv ers are doing with that videotape." "You know why I left Homicide?" "Why?" "Be caus e I could..." "not... hear... one more..." "confession." "I got sick of hearing people confess to me." "Like some Jesuit." "I'd sit there in the box, listening to some guy not only admit to... having just killed someone, but cop to all the other crap in his life that ov er the cours e of his life had... led him..." "to that point." "You would hav e made a great Jesuit, Frank." "(Chuckling)" "Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee... (praying softly)" "I'm not gonna sugarcoat reality for you." "Internal damage, substantial." "Your father was shot twice in the abdomen." "One bullet pierced his right kidne y and colon." "The other miss ed the vital organs but pulv erized a rib." "H e's looking at s e v eral more operations to fully repair the colon and remov e the damaged kidne y." "And the risk of peritonitis remains high." "Re cov ery is gonna take some time, but I think the long term prognosis is good." "H e's a v ery strong man." "H is general health is excellent." "When do you think I can talk to him?" " I don't know." " Well, that's refreshing." "A doctor who doesn't know e v erything." " You're welcome." " H e y, I'm not thanking you." "I hav e been here all day worried to death." "I hav e big problems with the way this place is run." "I'm two under par on the 15th green with a four foot gimme, about to go to three under when I get beeped." "I drop my club..." "I don't e v en take the shot." "I got here..." "OR is a war zone." "Kosovo on ice." "You'd rather we held your hand, or sav ed your father's life?" "Putz." "Stiv ers:" "The gun, the gun." "Where the hell is the gun?" "Right there." "Pull it up." " This guy?" " No, that guy." "You want to s ee what he's holding in his hands?" "Yeah, do your voodoo." "Okay, s ee, he's holding something in his right hand." "Anything?" "Maybe." "Look, he's definitely holding something." " No, that's a tape re corder." " A microcass ette re corder." "Well, you guys got anything?" "A drug dealer with a grudge." "We pass ed that on to Gharty." "How far into thes e tapes are you?" " About halfway." " You mind if we sit in?" " Not a problem." " Pleas e." " Let's go!" " H uh?" "What?" "I'm buying you breakfast." "What are you doing?" "Get back in bed." "I feel fine." "N e v er felt better." "You'v e been shot twice." "You shouldn't be out of bed." "I feel fine." "Let's go down to Jimmy's and get some s crappie." "Get some funnel cakes, with frim-fram sauce, chufafa on the side." "What?" "Nat King Cole was a merry old soul." "A merry old soul was he." "Wait, wait, Pop." "Are you sure you should be doing this?" "My cholesterol is down." "I'll risk it!" "I don't mean having breakfast at Jimmy's." "I mean che cking yours elf out of the hospital." "Don't ask, don't tell." "I won't if you won't." "Pop, you know you're not making any s ens e." "Why don't you lay back down and let me call a nurs e?" "Sh-hh!" "Last one out is a rotten egg." "Mike?" "H ello, Dr. Bristol." "Do you know Julianna Cox?" "She was my prede cessor's chief medical examiner." "H i." "I'm really sorry to hear about your dad." "Thank you." "We'v e been talking to his doctor and getting the full story." "H is prognosis sounds promising." "Knowing G the way I do, I'm sure he's gonna pull through." "Excus e me." "I gotta take a walk." "Megan:" "H e y, Mike?" "I'm gonna take your grandmother home." "She's exhausted." "Oh, thanks, Megan." "Get some rest." "(Speaks Italian)" "Speaking of rest, you could us e some." " Grab some nap time." " I'm too fired up to sleep." " Will you call me later?" " Yeah." "Mike." "The y told me downstairs your dad's out of surgery." "Yeah, y eah, he's in IC U." "You hear anything from Homicide?" "The y catch the shooter?" " I'v e been so caught up here." " I'm sure the y're all ov er it." "I wanna go down there in a little while anyway." "I hav e an idea I want to tell Gharty about." "I could go with you." "I know I'm not a cop anymore." "And there's a lot of people who would be just as happy ne v er to s ee my mug again, but G was always good to me." "And fair." "Yeah, sure." "Come on." "Brodie!" "H e y, he y, I just filmed a triple bypass operation." "It was awesome, man." "Do you guys know that this is the v ery hospital where Edgar Allan Poe died of rabies?" "N ews to me." "I guess the y must hav e remodeled." "We're gonna head down to headquarters for a while." "If my dad comes to, would you beep me?" "Sure." "That kidne y is definitely history." "It is amazing how effe ctiv ely the y treat gunshot traumas nowadays." "E v en 10 y ears ago, thes e bad boys would hav e been fatal." "The upside of automatic weapons." "The y'v e expanded the boundaries of medical s cience." "Talk about your silv er lining." "Wish I knew what caliber." "What's your best guess?" " It's odd." " What?" "I'm just not us ed to s eeing a body still breathing." "So judging from the damage, the internal damage, the assassin was how far away when he fired, would you say?" "15 feet, max." "Maybe as much as 25?" "No, no, the injuries are much too s e v ere for that." "Much too s e v ere for that distance." "I would lov e to get in there, and hav e a good look around." " Not that I want him..." " No, no, of cours e not." " I know what you mean, though." " I'm sure you do." "When I first mov ed back to Baltimore, there were a s eries of murders in Little Italy." " Your cousin, right?" " Mario." "Mario?" "It's Al." "Oh..." "Oh, man..." "Now e v entually we caught and we convicted the two children of one of Mario's enemies." " Carlo Rolletta." " Yeah, I remember." "Maybe another member of Rolletta's family is responsible for Dad's shooting." " It's possible." " Put one of your guys on it." " I ought to put you on it." " Me?" "Yeah." "You know the people in that neighborhood, the y'll talk to you." "Oh, y eah." "Just casual conv ersation between me and some old friends." "You wanna talk to me now?" "You wanna talk to me now?" "Talk!" "Talk!" "Man:" "I'll talk!" "I'll talk!" "(Man s creaming)" "You tell me!" "Tell me what I wanna know!" " All right." " No, he knows!" "Mike!" "Mike, enough." "Enough." "One of the things your father taught me was how to re cognize a dead end." " Dead end?" " U h-huh." "And this is a dead end." "(Gasping)" "Michael?" "Michael?" "Dad?" "Yeah?" "The y get the guy who shot me?" "No, not y et." "But e v erybody is working e v ery side of the equation." "Including Bayliss and Pembleton." "Pembleton?" "That doesn't smell like hospital food to me." "Nonna brought me some gnocchi." "But the doctor won't let me eat any of it." "Mangia." "Grazie, but I wish I had known." "I had just finished whipping down some bad Chines e takeout." "Michael, be caus e you be came a policeman, doesn't mean you hav e to eat like a dog." "Yeah, well, you'v e always said that." "When I went to Rome..." "We would sit down, and hav e a two hour lunch... with three full cours es, and a good wine." "That's why the Romans ne v er get anything done." "But the y knew how to liv e." "That's important, Michael." "I hear you." "To know how to liv e... in the little time that we hav e." "Okay." "No more bad takeout." "Promis e me." "I promis e." "Bene." "Okay." "That was Falsone." "That day-old dead drug dealer, Yin-Yang Hardwick?" "What, that K.C. and Lewis picked up this morning?" "Yes." "The lab boys did a comparison of the slugs out of G and our dead dealer." "Same gun." "We hav e a witness that places a dealer named Eas y Eddie Moe at the s cene." "And another dealer that says that Eddie had it in for G." " Maybe Eas y Eddie shot Yin-Yang." " Yeah, maybe he did." "Let's you and me meet Falsone, s ee if we can help him out." "Maybe there's a conne ction between Eas y Eddie, Yin-Yang and G." "Fine by me." "I can't look at thes e tapes another s e cond." "Pembleton:" "Okay, back it up for me." "I was looking out of my kitchen window and I saw the man, clear as day." "Well-dress ed." "Good-looking." "Walked up the alle y to that boy, that Yin-Yang." "Spoke to him for a moment, I figured he was buying drugs." "Then the well-dress ed man took out his gun and shot that boy dead away." " What did he look like?" " Who?" "Which one?" "The well-dress ed man." "40 or so." "Gray at the temples." "Beard." "Glass es." " Distinguished." " Black?" "Oh, y es." "Blacker than you or me." "Sound like Eas y Eddie to you?" "Not much." "You watch thes e tapes of G getting shot, ov er and ov er, frame by frame, in slo mo, the act its elf stops being shocking." "That's the problem with the job." "Things stop shocking you." "You know that murderer, Luke Ryland?" "The one you said made me jumpy." "Thos e women that he killed, thos e murders, the y still shocked me." "The y angered me." "Good... whoa!" "What's that?" "Go back." "Wow, you s ee that?" "Wow!" "That's pop-pop-pop..." "followed by a puff of white smoke..." "Pow!" "Right here." "Just a wisp." " Right..." " Where?" "Okay, hold on." "Go forward." " I still don't s ee it." " Okay, giv e it to me bigger." "Okay." "Daniels, cameraman." "See that?" "Well, it could be, I just didn't s ee a gun." "I mean, where's the gun?" "I don't know..." "Boom." "But if this smoke is coming from a gun, then it's right next to the Y.A.T. cameraman." "Pow!" "You hear that?" "Gharty:" "You're saying the shooter was the cameraman from WYAT?" "Maybe, maybe." "Now this is tape from channel 11." "See that, s ee that puff of white smoke?" "Yeah, I s ee it." "That's with the pop-pop-pop." "Not just showing him with the gun?" "No, no, of all the tape that we looked through, there's no gun visible from any angle." "Gharty:" "You feel there's something to this?" "Bayliss:" "Could be." "Yeah." "Frank and me, we'll go suss it out." "Gharty:" "Yeah, well, Bayliss, you go, but," "Pembleton, um..." "I think you should back off right now." "Right now?" "It's not my de cision." "You saw, I had my lunch handed to me for letting you take ov er that homeless guy." "When Bayliss called in the tip on Eas y Eddie Moe," "I knew you guys were working out there." "I didn't say squat." "But this is..." "It's not like I e v er had a lot of respe ct for you, okay?" "But what are you doing?" "Putting up with this nons ens e from Gaffne y." "I had to get off the street." "I could smell it." "I wasn't gonna last." "I liv e with Gaffne y and the rest of the brass be caus e that's what this job is." "I'm just a stooge." "I know that." "But it's better than being out there." "Al Giardello had nothing but respe ct for you." "H e stood up for you." "For the rest of his men." "Cov ered our ass es and didn't giv e a crap about Gaffne y or anybody els e be caus e it was all about putting down the cas es." "So take a cue from G." "See, you're heading a dete ctiv e squad... and the y're looking to you." "Giv e them something... or els e walk the hell away." "Gharty:" "All right, all right, wait, wait, wait." "Hold." "Go ov er to YAT and find out who this guy is." "Bayliss:" "That was spoken like a champ." "A true murder police." "Kiss my ass." "The guy you're looking for, his name's Eric Thomas James." "Okay, is he still on the job?" "H e was down at the hospital, but he's off now." "We'll need his home address." "You hav e any idea what he thinks about Al Giardello?" "I don't hav e a clue." "I ne v er heard him talk politics." "I don't know anything about the man at all." "H e's a freelancer." "Works weekends, e v enings." "H e comes and goes." "What can I tell you?" "H e's a cameraman." "H e's remov ed." "H e sits behind his lens and obs erv es people." "Cameramen." "The y're a little "hinky," if you know what I mean." "Mr. James?" "Eric Thomas James?" "Yes." "Dete ctiv e Bayliss, Baltimore Homicide." "This is my partner." "Frank Pembleton." "I suppos e you better come in, y eah." "I'v e got some coffee here." "Would you like some coffee?" " No, thank you." " I'll take a cup." "Sure." "James:" "I know it's late, but I don't sleep much." "Well, neither do I. Thank you." "You're welcome." "I'v e been expe cting you." "Bayliss:" "Why is that?" "See this?" "It's my boy's room." "Any weapons in the hous e, Mr. James?" " I don't hav e a gun." " Well, just having a che ck." "Were you at the Inner Harbor this morning, Mr. James?" " And at the hospital?" " I was working." "But I'm going to show you something, okay?" "It's my boy." "It's my son, Tommy." "You know...?" "No, look." "H e's got it all." "H e's got smarts..." "and he's good looking, and he's got girlfriends, and..." "H e's gonna make his mark." "H e's gonna leav e his imprint on the world." "H e's just got his licens e, and... me and the wife, we're gonna, get a hold of a us ed car, you know, for college." "Pembleton:" "And where is Mrs. James?" "Who knows?" "She left." "I don't know, a couple weeks ago, she just... left." "Buffalo." "No, Buffalo." " H er sister." " Sit down." "But I hav en't called her, she hasn't..." "I don't hav e the energy." "You hav en't asked, but..." "Yes..." "I shot that man this morning." "Giardello." "Mr. James, we're going to hav e to advis e you of your rights." "My rights?" "I hav e the right to hav e things as the y were three months ago." "I play by the rules." "I pay my taxes." "I cut my lawn." "I mean, that's what you're suppos ed to do, right?" "So, I don't des erv e to hav e my son die." "Your son is dead?" "Yes." "Bayliss:" "Well, I'm sorry." "Why?" "No one should hav e a child that dies." "Maybe you should tell that to all thos e bigshots." "You know, want to legalize drugs, giv e e v erybody the right to get high on whate v er the y want." "Pembleton:" "Okay, okay." "You'v e admitted shooting Al Giardello?" "Yes, I shot him." "I wanted to kill him." "But, he y, why should I expe ct to be a sharpshooter?" "And why should I expe ct my son, go all the way into Baltimore, buy his dope... and O D..." "right on the street." "And his friends... why?" "Why did the y leav e him?" "Why did the y leav e him on the street?" "The y just left him there to die." "Three months ago to the day." "This is how he left his room, you s ee?" "(James sobbing)" "I'm sorry about the doctor, okay?" "I ne v er meant that." "And..." "I meant to shoot the drug dealer who sold my Tommy the drugs." "And that man, Giardello, be caus e he was trying to legalize drugs." "That's what I'm trying to stop." "I'll shoot whoe v er says it's okay." "I'm just trying to sav e all thos e innocent kids." "I understand..." "Yeah." "You know what, I don't hav e any cuffs on me, Frank." "You don't need them." "H e y, he y." "Pembleton:" "H e had the gun attached to the camera, which is why no one saw it." "And it's right here that... he keeps the camera rolling after he shoots G." "Although he negle cted to turn the cass ette in to YAT." "We show this tape in court, Eric Thomas James is done." "We got two counts of attempted murder:" "Giardello and Dr. Williams." "30 y ears each." "Not to mention the spare change he'll pick up for killing the drug dealer." "Congratulations." "Thanks." "I'll need you both to testify." "Yeah, y eah, we'll be there." "Bayliss:" "I know how James feels." "Bayliss:" "You gotta stop thos e that are gonna hurt the innocent." "James is a lunatic." "H e's certifiable." "H is son gets killed." "H e's gotta do something." "H e y, say, uh..." "Say one of your kids gets hooked on drugs." " One of my kids what?" " Gets hooked." " The y wouldn't." " Just say that the y did." "The y're not going to." "It's not gonna happen." "Cas e clos ed." "You hav e no s ympathy for James, for what he's going through?" "James is trying to lay the blame on G, be caus e in his heart of hearts he knows that he's responsible for what happens to his kid." "I appre ciate how he feels." "You can appre ciate it all you want to, Tim, but there's a line between right and wrong." "Yeah, well, you're the expert on that, Frank." "Nothing lumpy about you." "You know all." "The city looks clean tonight." "We can't all be you, Frank." "Think I'm gonna take my wife out to dinner in the harbor." "Sometimes you can los e your bearings." "Sometimes, the line isn't so clear." "Of cours e the line is clear." "There's good, there's e vil." "You ne v er shot anyone, did you?" " No." " No." "Bayliss:" "And you ne v er would?" "I ne v er had to." "I'v e been lucky." "Yeah." "The righteous cop." "Line's always been clear to you." "Not always." "Time for one more confession, Frank." "Judge:" "Defendant is s et free." "Confession?" "I killed a man." "(Laughing)" "I'm not in the mood, all right?" "Luke Ryland." "Be s eeing you, dete ctiv es." "Who?" "I shot the bastard dead." "Good." ""Go to jail." "Go dire ctly to jail." "Do not pass Go..."" "I'm not kidding, Frank." "I killed him." "Come on, Tim." "You couldn't kill anybody." "Frank, he got off on a te chnicality." "Defendant is s et free." "The bastard had to die before he went out and he murdered another innocent woman." "Don't s crew with me." "You killed this, whoe v er?" "Luke Ryland." "Internal cleared you?" "Frank..." "I'm saying that I hunted the bastard down, and when I found him, I blew his brains out." "I exe cuted him in cold blood." "And I'm saying, Internal rules this as a good shooting?" "No, no." "Internal doesn't know crap about me killing Ryland." "You're standing here telling me you killed somebody?" "Yes." "In s elf defens e?" "No." "You're standing there with your weapon, and it went off, and you don't remember how." "Frank..." "Guns go off accidentally." "Happens all the time." "It was no accident." "No, I'm saying this is an accident." "For you to shoot somebody?" "It's gotta be a mistake." "No, no, no." "It's no mistake." " No accident." " Tim...!" " Frank, you're a good cop." " I'm not a cop anymore." "No, you're always gonna be a cop." "No, I'm a teacher." "I teach." "Civilians." "No..." "I murdered this son of a bitch, be caus e he was a predator, Frank." "H e pre y ed on women." "What?" "Why are you doing this?" "I put the gun right up to the mother's brain and I pulled the trigger." "Shut up!" "Just shut up!" "You put this on me." "You son of a bitch." "In here, I know that I did right." "But for here..." "So you waited till I came back, so you could... unload this...?" "U nburden yours elf?" " What's suppos ed to happen now?" " You tell me." "I'm not bringing you in." "No, huh?" "I'm not a cop." "It's not official." "Really?" "What are you going to do, not say a word?" "Gonna keep my little s e cret to yours elf?" "Son of a bitch!" "You son of a bitch!" "You murdered him." "I exe cuted him, Frank." "Who was the primary?" " Lewis." " You talk to him?" "No." "I came to you first." "Who els e would I tell, Frank?" "But did you talk to Lewis?" "Bayliss:" "About this cas e?" "No." "So nobody suspe cts you're the shooter?" "No..." "no, man..." "Suspe ct me?" "Good ol' Tim Bayliss, the Z en dete ctiv e?" "H uh." "So, you... you'll take me in." "I'm gonna take you in." "Are you wild?" "Bayliss:" "No." "You'll take me in, Frank." "No." "Did I take..." "a bullet for you?" "No, no." "Cut it out." " Did I take a bullet for you!" "?" " I'm not taking you in..." "Did I take a bullet for you!" "?" "I take a bullet for you, and you take a bullet for me." "Now that is square business, Frank." "This is not taking a bullet for you." "This is you wanting me to toss your ass in the junkpile." "You're confessing to a murder." "Do you understand that?" "You want someone els e should take me in?" "Someone els e should bust me." "Is that what you want?" " No." " Then it has to be you." "No, no, no." "Frank, listen." "Listen to me." "I'v e thought about eating my gun, and I'm gonna eat that gun... right now... if you don't do the right thing for me, Frank!" "For right here!" "I hav e no other... no other option, Frank." "Pleas e...?" "You thought about putting a gun to yours elf?" "Yeah." "You'd be saving my life." "I don't know for how long." "For now." "At least you would." "I belie v e that you did not mean to do this killing." "You belie v e what you want to belie v e." "That's okay." "So we're gonna turn around... right now... and we're gonna go back inside... okay?" "N e v er put off the ine vitable, Frank." "It's gotta be what it's gotta be." "Son of a bitch." "Frank..." "If you absolv e me..." "Absolv e you?" "I can't." "Can't?" "That's remarkable, I mean... 'caus e I was certain that you could." "(Slow exhale)" "I think maybe..." "Mary and I are going to stay home tonight." "Hav e dinner with the kids." "Thank you." "I would like to make a toast, actually." "To Al Giardello..." "too badass to die." "(Cheering)" "And to Bayliss and Pembleton." "Where are Bayliss and Pembleton?" "Oh, come on, do you really expe ct to s ee the notoriously antisocial Frank Pembleton here?" " What about Bayliss?" " Who knows?" "Lewis:" "Yeah, really, who does know?" "What's up with that Bayliss anyway?" "Is he pitching, or is he catching?" "Who cares?" "H e y, he y, I'm making a toast." "It's bad luck not to finish the toast." "Says who?" "Says me." "So, to Bayliss and Pembleton, who doggedly pursued the cas e, despite interference from the boss es, and brought the shooter to justice." "And to new friends." "And old friends." "To pathological friends." "(Cheering)" "H e y, you know, Lewis, I really lov e this joint." "Maybe I will be your partner." "You s erious, man?" "I'll s ell you my third in a N ew York minute." "Not so fast." "We're still married." "I own half of your third." "(Cheering)" "Crowd:" "H e y, he y, Tony!" "Tony!" "Tony!" "Tony!" "I was at the hospital." "So what's the latest?" "H e died." "Lieutenant Giardello died." "That's not funny, son." "Wasn't meant to be funny." "Doctor said it was some kind of aneurysm." "It was fast." "And there was no pain." "No pain, huh?" "That's what the doctor said." "(Tapping softly)" "H ello, I'm Frank Pembleton." "Mike Giardello." "I heard about G. I'm sorry." "Thanks... for catching the man that killed my father." "I'm good at catching the bad guys." "Caught me a couple tonight." "Lot of people worked in this squad room ov er the y ears." "Lot of them hav e died." "Beau Felton got killed in the line of duty." "Ste v e Cros etti committed suicide." "To this day, nobody knows why." "Do you miss it?" "Homicide?" "I don't know." "It's not like you could es cape it, you know?" "Death is e v ery day." "Death goes on..." "and on and on and on..." "And that's be caus e life... goes on, and on." "Tina?" "H e y, he y, he y." "G." "Felton?" "We'v e been waiting for you." " Cros etti." " Hav e a s eat." "Okay." "Jack of spades for Mr. Beau Felton." "A 10 of diamonds for my esteemed lieutenant." "And a whole lot of nothing for the little Italian salami brain." " What are we playing?" " Fiv e card stud." "Who's the fourth chair for?" "We don't know y et." "But the y'll be here sooner or later." "Anybody I know?" "Maybe." "It's not like it's written in stone." "It's not preordained, or anything, Lieutenant." "I suddenly got worried." "My son." "H e's a cop." "I thought maybe..." "Cros etti:" "I wouldn't worry, Lieutenant." "Life is short." "And once you're dead... you're a long time dead, if you know what I mean." "Your son?" "Michael." " H e's a good kid?" " Yes." "You taught him well?" "I tried my best." " I wish..." " Cros etti:" "G... no regrets, huh?" "You know what the best thing about this place is?" "All the worries and cares that you had in life..." "The y don't matter anymore." ""Rest in peace"... means what it says." "Cros etti:" "Lieutenant, do you want a cup of coffee?" "Coffee." "Coffee would be good." " Do you hav e any espresso?" " No espresso." "Where do you think you are, heav en?" "Sit!" " $20 to you, G." " I'm in." "Okay, we got one more card coming up here." "We hav e another card there." "** Who am I to need you when I'm down?" "**" "** And where are you, when I need you around?" "**" "** Your life is not your own **" "** Who am I?" "**" "** Who am I?" "**" "** Who am I?" "**" "** Who am I?" "**" "Eng subs ripped by ..:" "McLane:.."