Homicide: Life on the Street (1993–1999): Season 4, Episode 4 - Thrill of the Kill - full transcript
'I was the one who was always
afraid of the dark, remember?
'You slept like a dead man.
'Thunder and lightning?
You wouldn't make a peep.
'I was the one waking
up night after night
'with a bloody mouth
from biting my lips.
'You remember? '
I really appreciate
you helping us out.
I just got so tired of
punching the clock,
you know, "Hold the
pickle, hold the lettuce."
How many times can you hear that
before you start howling at the moon?
And like the corporate
giants of petroleum
are gonna miss $153.
Take a pill, get real.
You know, I'd have someone
take a look at that cut. It's a doozy.
I'm a little bit country.
Yeah. And I'm a
little bit rock 'n' roll.
- Mi espalda me duele mucho.
- What?
- It means, "my back hurts" in Spanish.
- Really?
- Yeah. Want to try another?
- No, I don't.
¿Cómo se fue su fin
de semana, Francisco?
- What? It's my book!
- Give me the damn...
It's my... book!
Why learn Spanish? It's
an interesting language.
And we share the
Western Hemisphere
with a billion
Spanish-speaking people
And it's a jag-load
easier than French.
But you live in Baltimore. There must
be eight Spanish-speaking people here?
Part of language retention is
practice. Who'll you practise with?
My chiropractor from Chihuahua.
They named a town in
Mexico after a rat-dog?
No, Frank. They named
the rat-dog after the town.
Why is every question like a
"Meet The Press" discussion?
Just answer the damn question!
¿Cómo se fue su fin de semana?
- How was your weekend, Frank?
- Hmm?
It el sucko-ed the
biggo wiener-o.
- There, I'm bilingual.
- You are the ugly American.
Don't get personal. Mary's having
a biblical bout of morning sickness,
but she refuses to
vomit, even though
she knows it'll make her feel
better. So all she did this weekend
was lie around and moan, eat
saltines and yell at me for telling her,
- "Throw up!"
- Right.
Business or pleasure?
- One doesn't carry this for pleasure.
- Oh? Hookers do.
- Prostitution is a business, not pleasure.
- Yeah. I still don't get that.
- Hey!
- ¡Qué!
Hey, could... could you... Hey,
pull over! I gotta make a call!
'So you'd go crying
into Mama's room.
'Remember how she
never comforted you.
'She'd just call you "sissy boy"
and tell you to get back to bed.
'You'd have been a hopeless
bag of crap without me.
'But you don't have to be afraid
of things that go bump in the night
'if you become the thing
that lurks in the darkness.
'Mum found that out
the hard way, huh?
'Am I right? '
- Megan, good morning.
- Good morning, Al.
- Nice to be home again, huh?
- Yeah, it's nice to be home,
except all the mice in the
basement have moved upstairs,
so now I'm taking
bids on exterminators.
It's kind of like police
work, but different.
- I need you to tell me something.
- Oh... Al, look...
if it's about broken-down
Cavaliers, overtime,
or more detectives,
I swear I'm on it.
- Which tie?
- What?
Usually I bluff my way through
my wardrobe, but today I'm at a loss.
I'm meeting my daughter, Charisse,
for lunch and I need some advice.
Oh, let's see. OK, this one's...
this one's very fatherly and wise,
and this one is... frayed
and has a stain on it.
I know. I got some oil on it the
last time I made dinner for Charisse.
Oh. Oh, yeah? When was that?
June... '92.
Wait a minute. You haven't made
dinner for Charisse in three years?
She lives in Richmond. Usually
when she visits, we go out,
- but I'm taking her to the Polo Grill.
- Oh!
- I haven't seen her in months.
- Yeah? Then, you know what?
Go with the stain, if for nothing else
than for purely sentimental reasons.
Hey, man! Mikey, Mikey, I get
one thing wrong on my entry form,
- I could blow my chance of winning.
- A coffee stain's gonna cost you...
- $10 million?
- I can't take any chances.
Your RSVP to Ed McMahon has to
wait. I got us signed up for range time.
- It's firearms re-qualification time?
- Yeah.
Everyone's gotta get
checked. Today's the last day.
- OK. Where's my release form?
- What release form?
In case I win. Ed McMahon
pulls up in my driveway,
I gotta give permission to put
my handsome face on billboards
and big screens
across the country.
Meldrick, you're
not gonna win... OK?
You're just licking
Marilyn Monroe's butt
in the form of a
commemorative stamp.
I'm in the finals.
Prisoners in China are in the final
draw. Anyone breathing gets one of these.
I can't take any chances.
Gee, it's humiliating
to have the public see
two veteran homicide
detectives towed to crime scenes.
You both know Special
Agent Van Brandt of the FBI.
- Miami Steve.
- At least give us bus tokens.
- I'm on it, Frank.
- You two should work for Big Brother.
We have newer cars,
better health insurance.
- We chase bad guys past the state line.
- The reason Van Brandt is here.
It seems we have a thrill
killer heading north up l-95.
Can one of you get the shade?
21 hours ago at 1:00pm.
The killer walked into a convenience
store in Jacksonville, Florida,
pulled a 12-gauge side-by-side
and blew the heart out of the cashier.
Six hours later, two truckers had
their heads blown off at a truck plaza
in Savannah, Georgia. Then
he must have taken a nap,
cos eight hours after that at
3:00am, a 22-year-old black woman
at a gas station in St
George, South Carolina...
and then another gas-station
attendant in Fayetteville, North Carolina
- at about seven this morning.
- Man! What's the hurry?
At his current pace, and if
he stays on the interstate,
he should be in your
area code by dinnertime.
Only a long-term speed freak
could drive and kill at this schedule.
- You got a psych profile?
- Behavioural Science at Quantico
believes we're looking for a
white male, late 20s, early 30s,
at best a high-school
dropout, abused as a child.
Started killing his pets and then
worked his way up the food chain.
- Bed-wetter.
- Probably.
- How'd you know that?
- I've been re-reading
the "Homicide Investigation Handbook"
and a thrill killer is usually impulsive,
- has a loss of control over himself.
- I'd like to see the crime-scene reports.
- Think you'll see something we missed?
- I'm counting on it. Thanks.
- Thank you, guys.
- OK.
Yay-oh!
If you were William Tell, you'd
be in jail for shooting your kid.
Shot a hell of a lot
better than you did.
I've been in Arson
for four years.
In Arson you need guile and
brains and guts to defend yourself.
People with Tourette's
shouldn't handle firearms.
- I hit him.
- In the shoulder.
Hit a shooter in the shoulder,
he just gets more pissed off,
especially if he's fully
automatic like we aren't.
This is the one
part of the job I hate.
What? You hate
guns and you're a cop?
I'm my brother's keeper.
That's why I'm a cop.
Right. Yeah, well... that's
very noble, very, very noble.
Wow! Death is so weird.
It's like you just...
squeeze a trigger...
and kill a person...
'... with so little effort.
'What's that like to be so empty of
compassion, take a life in your hands
'and just pop... pop... '
pop!
'No fear of hell, no
fear of lethal injection,
'no fear at all.'
If we catch up to this
guy, you go in first, OK?
'I'm telling you, man, it's
the weirdest rush of your life.
'Your lips over the mouth of a
dying man, sucking in their last breath.
'After that, I usually
feel like having a beer.'
Thanks very much, Richard.
Lieutenant Weston?
I'm Detective Pembleton.
This is Detective Bayliss.
Baltimore City Homicide.
Probably passed the
bastard on the way down.
Yeah. We're hoping
he'll keep on going.
In case he doesn't, a
fresh crime would do.
Doesn't get any
fresher than this.
Yeah. Why is it that
travellers never flush?
Frank, would you use a
disgusting place like this?
When you gotta go, you gotta go.
My mother always went
into public bathrooms with me,
washed the seat off for me,
made me put down paper.
Really?
When she comes to my apartment she
spends an hour disinfecting everything.
Everything! She's Howard
Hughes about germs.
- Triple-ought?
- Mmm.
You haven't dusted
anything yet, have you?
Not yet. Since this is a public
restroom on an interstate,
I'm sure we'll find
several hundred prints,
unless, of course, your mother
came in and cleaned up after the killer.
Can we speak to the
guy who found the body?
- Sure.
- Good.
We were just stopping for a
sandwich and had to go to the toilet.
We're coming home
from a visit to Gettysburg.
Now, did you buy the sandwich
- before you walked to the restroom?
- Yes.
- Did you see anyone walk in or out?
- No.
And there was no one else
in there when you walked in?
- Just the dead guy.
- OK.
Is your son doing OK?
Oh, yeah! He's...
he's really shook up.
He wants to go back
and stare at the body.
What is it with kids
and dead things?
Too young to be afraid, I guess.
Did you see a
white male, late 20s,
perhaps in a cap, pull into
the rest area around 1:00?
No, sir.
- You're sure?
- Yeah.
I empty the vending
machine every day at 1:00.
- It was just me here.
- Anything?
- No.
- You here this afternoon?
- Yes, sir.
- Anything unusual you remember?
- I already asked him that.
- Just a guy that bought
the last bags of bubble
gum from the machine.
- When?
- About 1:15.
- You said you didn't see anyone.
- I said I didn't see no one around 1:00.
- 1:15 is different.
- Oh.
Sorry, I didn't mean to be so
subtle. What did this guy look like?
Think some people work harder
at being stupid than others?
I'm gonna go out on
a limb and say yes.
"1:15's different."
It's different.
The killer is chalking up a
new victim in every state, right?
- Right.
- So he gases up,
he pulls into the rest area.
Gomer the janitor, told you
he remembered an old
two-tone Ford pickup...
- Right. That was
parked in the lot.
How long does a tank of
gas last in the average car?
Well, the average
tank is fifteen gallons.
Getting 20 miles per gallon,
that's 300 miles, divided by
an average of 55
miles an hour is...
- Probably five and a half hours.
- Right.
So that would be
a big-block V-8.
- And your point?
- Well, look,
he killed the first
in Florida, right?
Then here in Georgia,
then South Carolina,
and then North Carolina,
and every time it's at a
gas station or at a truck stop.
So you think he's stopping
to kill every time he fills up?
Well, no one said that
every killer has to be a poet.
'Look at all the nice people out
driving on the nation's highways.
'Lf they only knew.'
'lf they only knew.
'Uh-oh. Look at that. We
need to stop for more gas.
'Where next?
'Who's next? '
So are they sending you
this copy of the tyre tracks?
- Yeah.
- What did Virginia State Police say?
They're faxing a lab report on
gum found at the crime scene.
Judy? Did Charisse call yet?
No, Lieutenant.
What did you two learn
on your field trip today?
Well, not much. It's
the same method,
but there's no physical evidence,
there's no witnesses, so we gotta wait.
- That won't do!
- We have no choice.
Your plan is to huddle in the one place
we know the killer isn't? How inspired.
- Hi. You got gas money?
- Yeah.
- Thanks for the ride.
- Don't thank me yet.
Who's that back there?
That's just my brother. Here,
you want a piece of gum?
- How was lunch with Charisse?
- She never showed up.
- She call?
- She's just coming from Richmond.
I don't know why she's so late.
She's fine, Gee.
I know.
I know. I'm just gonna go
call her apartment again.
Al?
All right, what's up?
Ten minutes ago, a Maryland
trooper heading south on 95
saw a two-tone Ford pickup stop for
a hitchhiker on the northbound side.
It matches the vehicle description
we believe our suspect to be driving.
The trooper tried to pull a
U-ey, but it was rush hour.
- We need you to OK a roadblock.
- Where?
- L-95, second and third lanes.
- Ah!
You don't have enough to convince
me to shut down two lanes of the 95.
- He may still be in the area.
- You don't know that.
The only way to confirm his
presence is to find another body.
- That's what we're hoping to avoid.
- I don't know.
- It'd just be for a couple hours.
- Two.
OK. All right, I'll
call Public Works
and see if I can get them to
jack-knife a truck or something.
If we're gonna fool him, let's
not be pansies about it, huh?
Bayliss, you got a
call. It's Van Brandt.
- 'Hello. Bayliss, Homicide.'
- Tim, it's Van Brandt.
I'm at Exit 23 off the
downtown interchange at l-95.
I'm standing over another body,
a black female shot in the chest
and face. Same MO, same weapon.
Got it, Steve. We're on our way.
Guess who's here.
Oh!
Hi, Daddy. Sorry I'm late.
Ooh! My car broke down.
- Why didn't you call?
- Sorry, but I was trying to get here.
It's so good to see you!
- It's so good to be home.
- Oh... Amazing.
♪ Hanging by
threads of pale silver
♪ I could've stayed
that way forever
♪ Bad blood and ghosts
wrapped tight around me
♪ Nothing could
ever seem to touch me
♪ I lose what I love most ♪
- A call would have been nice.
- I'm sorry about that,
but I just dropped 100 bucks on
new belts and an hour into the drive
the engine overheats,
so I had to leave the car
at a service station in Alexandria.
I was sure I'd make it for dinner.
- We were supposed to have lunch.
- Really?
- Really.
- Oh, Dad, I'm sorry.
Did you hear your sister made
the Dean's list at Rutgers again?
Theresa?
Miss Blow-Homework-Off-To-Go-See
Snoop-Doggy-Dogg-Giardello?
She sent home copies
of it. Three A's and a B.
She makes Al Junior and I look like
you blew your money on our tuition!
Dad, I have some news.
I'm leaving Richmond.
- To where? You coming home?
- I'm moving to San Francisco...
with my fiancé.
- You're getting married?
- Yes.
His name is Rob.
You're marrying Rob?
We're doing it out west.
I hope you can make it.
I...
You want me to get it?
I didn't know you broke up with
the other guy. What was his name?
Henry or whatever his name was?
And the little pig said, "Not by
the hair of my chinny-chin-chin."
Someone left his car
in the middle of the road!
- What kind of car is it?
- Piece of crap blue and white pickup.
You guys oughta get...
He's gone!
Come on! Suspect on
foot! Let's go! Let's go!
Check all these vehicles!
Spread out. Check the vehicles,
check the meridian! Let's go!
OK, everybody!
- Listen up.
- Here we go.
The plates on the truck were
from the car of the first victim.
The VIN number on
the truck matches one
registered to a Mabel
Dell of Titusvilie, Florida.
Munch, find out if it was
stolen, if she lent it to somebody.
The shotgun, however, was
not recovered from the truck,
so our bad boy is still
armed and dangerous.
Agent Van Brandt, FBI.
We're looking for a
white male, early 30s.
5 foot 10 to 6
foot. Right-handed.
He's wearing a cat's
paw-soled army surplus boot
and video enhancement showed
he had a ring on the left index finger.
We're cross-matching prints. We hope
to have a face by tomorrow morning.
The schedule this guy is keeping
implies the use of narcotics -
methamphetamines, cocaine,
maybe the whole works.
He won't have much cash on
him, so any bump-and-run mugging,
any penny-ante burglary, we have
to check out and follow through.
He's on the run a
long way from home
and has demonstrated an absolute
lack of a need for a reason to kill.
If you come across him, call
back-up and exercise extreme caution!
That's all.
♪ I saw an angel
♪ Shooting junk in Reno
♪ Blinded by the Devil
♪ Playing chequers in the park
♪ They're all out to get me
♪ But I can't find no one today
♪ Won't somebody help me?
♪ Just you don't get in my way ♪
'Police released this
sketch of a suspect... '
Check this out.
'Watch for his dog
tags and army boots.
'Lf you see this man,
dial 911 immediately.
'He is considered armed and
may be headed to Baltimore
'after killing several people along
l-95 at gas stations and rest stops.
'Again, dial 911 if
you see this man.
'I'm Dawn Daniels reporting
live. Back to you in the studio.'
'Mabel Dell of Titusville
has disappeared.
'Last seen by the local police'
responding to a domestic
disturbance at her house.
- ' Cause? '
- Her son was beating her
- but never arrested.
- What's this son's name?
'She had two, but the wacky spud
who ignored the fifth commandment
- 'was named Newton Dell.'
- It's the fourth commandment, John.
'Maybe in your church.'
She must have smoked a lot
while pregnant with Newton.
By puberty, he had
arrests for petty theft,
then two counts of cruelty to animals
for mutilating neighbourhood strays.
'Mr "Even Keel" disappeared the
same time Mabel did. Page two.'
- What?
- 'Nothing. It's a Paul Harvey thing
- 'I've always wanted to do. Out.'
- Out.
Well, as they say, if it's not
one thing, it's your mother.
- 'Pembleton? '
- Pembleton.
'It's Kellerman. Get on your
horse. He just walked out of a bar
- 'at Retreat and Francis.'
- Over.
- Hey, hey, hey!
- Dell was in here all morning.
What? You interviewed
the owner an hour ago.
He was sitting at the end
of the bar the whole time.
We only got that fax 20 minutes ago.
We didn't know what he looked like.
- Where's the owner?
- Already questioned him.
- As well as the first time?
- Hey, take a deep breath
and spank yourself! We re-interviewed
him. Dell went out the back.
And we ordered a
sweep for the area, OK?
He left this. Looks like a
clean thumb print right there.
- Mike, Meldrick...
- No, no, no!
- Don't even bother to say sorry.
- I wasn't about to.
I was gonna say I'll interview
the owner my damn self!
He had no friends growing up.
- Munch!
- Yes.
Get another body and meet Frank
and Tim at Retreat and Francis.
- Dell's been spotted downtown.
- Right.
And make sure everybody's
wearing a vest. You hear me?
Yes, sir.
Hi. Thanks for the charge card,
but I couldn't find anything I wanted.
Sorry I couldn't be with you
I'm in the middle of a redball.
There's always a redball around
you. I spoke to Rob this morning
and he wants to get a jump on
packing, so I was gonna leave tonight.
I'd like it if you could
spend one more day.
- I can't.
- Sweetheart, you can't imagine
what it is to sit here and learn
about everything after the fact.
Daddy, be honest. We've
never had the kind of relationship
where we include each
other in every decision.
- That's not the point.
- It's exactly the point!
If you don't have a
say, you turn into a bully.
Charisse...
just because a child leaves home,
gets married, has their own family,
doesn't mean that you stop...
being a parent or stop caring.
Now, grant me that respect, OK?
- You're not respecting me.
- You're not giving me reason to.
I don't have time to walk you through
the reasons I live my life the way I do.
Charisse, wait a
minute. Now, just... just...
Just let me go.
- Cash or charge, ma'am?
- Charge, please.
- I'm sorry. Your card wasn't accepted.
- That's ridiculous.
The credit company's
on the phone.
Why don't you come
inside and talk to them?
- I will not.
- Ma'am, they said you had to.
For crying out loud!
- Argh! What in the hell are you doing?
- Your credit card's fine.
There's a man lying on the
floor of the back seat of your car.
911 Emergency Centre, operator 831.
Do you need Police, Fire or Ambulance?
- Police.
- 'What do you wanna report? '
That guy who's been killing people
on the interstate? Yeah, he's here.
- He's in the back of a lady's Lincoln.
- Do you have a description?
He had dark pants, dark jacket,
he's wearing a ball cap, I think.
I know it's him. Can
you get some cops here?
Stay on the line, please.
- 'This is Giardello.'
- This is the Emergency Operator.
A suspect matching the description
of an APB issued by your unit
for a Newton Dell
has been reported.
'At present the suspect
is at Hunter's Gas Station
'at 809 North Point Road.'
Pembleton, Bayliss, I
think we've got Newton Dell!
Sir, ma'am, come with
me! Get down, stay calm!
'Newton Dell,
'we are the
Baltimore City Police!
'You are surrounded! '
- I'm not trying to get away!
- 'Step out of the car,
'get on your knees, lay
face down on the ground,
'hands behind your head.'
- You're not gonna shoot me?
- 'Get out of the car!
- 'Don't move. Get down on the ground.'
- If I get on the ground,
- I'm gonna have to move.
- 'On the ground!
'Hands behind your head!
You're under arrest
for suspicion of murder.
Why are you so nervous,
Officer? You're the one with the gun.
You have the right to remain
silent. Anything you say and do
- can be used against you in court.
- You riding?
Yeah. You have the
right to an attorney.
'Dawn, you're on.'
Moments ago, Newton Dell, a suspect
in a string of cross-country murders
'was brought to police
headquarters for processing.
'Dell, from Titusville, Florida, is being
questioned by homicide detectives.'
Newton Dell. Mind
if I call you Newt?
- God, yes.
- You don't like that name?
- Would you?
- Why leave your truck?
- It's not my truck.
- That's right. It's your mother's.
- Did you call her?
- No.
- Why not?
- We're not on speaking terms.
- Is that why you beat her up?
- Essentially, yeah.
Tell me, Newt, why did you run
away? Are you... guilty of something?
This chair's uncomfortable.
Your truck or not, you
left gum wrappers, clothes,
a overdue library book, and
some spent shotgun shells
covered with your prints in that truck.
Remember your rights being read?
- Yes, sir.
- And what you were charged with?
- Yes, sir.
- You're very polite.
- I try to remember my manners.
- Did you kill Wendy Simpkins?
- I never heard of her.
- You picked her up hitchhiking.
- Oh, that was her name.
- You admit you knew her?
- Briefly.
- Remember what you did to her?
- I offered her some gum.
- Wendy Simpkins was 23-years-old.
- I was 23 once.
- But by that time,
you'd been arrested a
dozen times for petty theft
- and, oh, cruelty to animals.
- How can you be cruel to an animal?
It's just an animal.
It's not a person.
When you bash
your neighbour's cat
with a roller skate and stuff
it in a mailbox, that qualifies.
You're right when
you put it that way.
Detectives from Jacksonville,
Savannah, Alexandria and other places
- are waiting to talk to you.
- About what?
- What you've been up to.
- I haven't done anything.
- Where's the shotgun, Newton?
- I don't own a shotgun.
You know something? He
didn't ask you if you owned one.
He asked you where the
one is that you've been using.
I don't have a gun. I
hate guns. They're loud.
- You're a killer, Newton,
- No, I'm a Presbyterian.
No, Newton, you are doomed.
We have you on camera.
Your prints cover that truck.
We know where you've been
and whose lives you've taken,
so please... be a big boy now.
Be as brave and
well-mannered as you were
when you stuck that barrel of that
non-existent shotgun into Wendy's head
and blew her the
top of head off.
Just admit to it. Maybe
she'll forgive you.
I... I...
I told him. I said,
"You can't be that cruel to people.
Their spirits will come after you.
"Their spirits won't let you sleep
no more. The dead don't always die.
"They'll want their time on
Earth back, want answers."
But he just laughed and made
me watch him kill all those people.
- Who made you watch, Newton?
- I can't say. I can't betray him.
- Who, your evil twin?
- I love him.
Wait a minute. Are you already
moving towards some psycho defence?
Is that what you're doing?
Let me save you the time.
Because I will vouch in court that
you're crazier than a crap-house rat!
Does that make you happy?
He said humans are insects,
only after the Apocalypse
we won't last as long as they
will. He said to kill a person,
was like swatting
a fly! No big deal!
- You killed Wendy Simpkins.
- No!
- Say it.
- No.
- Say it! Come on!
- No, I can't!
- Why not?
- It would be a lie.
Forget it. He
don't have to say it.
We got him on camera,
we got his prints,
and after the jury sees the
autopsy photos, well, he's toast.
Let's give the other
cops a whack at him.
I got one more
question to ask you.
Were you gonna kill that
woman at the gas station?
No, no, really, I... I'm
not a killer. I told you that.
Then why did you
get into her car?
You wanted us to catch you?
As they say in nursing homes
all across the country, "Bingo."
- Why?
- I had to get away from him.
Broken record.
Ever wonder why both
doors of the truck were open?
Did you find the bedding
on the jump seat?
That's where I
slept when he drove.
You just remember I didn't
betray him. Don't you tell him I did!
I didn't say his name.
It's just he's gone too far!
What the hell do you mean by that?
What the hell's that supposed to mean?
It means your work
is far from over.
OK.
Detective Pembleton,
Baltimore Homicide.
Well?
He confessed to picking up
Simpkins, but not to killing her.
Get enough for the US Attorney?
Oh, yeah, more than enough,
but... this guy's gonna plead psycho.
Well, at least you got him. I
wish they could all be this easy.
This was easy?
Roadblocks, manhunts
and seven new holes
dug from here to Florida?
You know what I
mean. Thanks, Tim.
All right.
Frank...
what do you think Dell meant when
he said our work is far from over?
I got nothing on it.
Maybe he's a legit psycho
and believes his alter ego's still
running around out somewhere out there.
He's locked up, which
means I can go home.
You'll sleep better
now knowing that?
Yes.
- Goodnight, Tim.
- Yeah.
- Hi, Megan.
- Hey. Good work today, Al.
Yeah.
It wasn't just another day
at the office, you know.
I know, I know.
I had another...
in a long line of fallouts
with Charisse this afternoon.
It seems I have a knack...
for pissing off the
ones I love the most.
I tried to reach her at home, but
she's on her way back to Richmond.
I had a knockdown
drag out with my parents
the summer before
I went to Navy,
and I swore I was gonna
make them apologise,
but... I picked
up the phone first.
When she walked
out of that door...
I realised that, at
the end of the day,
she and her brother
and her sister...
are all that I have.
Megan...
my family is my life savings...
and each day that goes
by I have so little time...
to spend it. You
know what I mean?
I know exactly what you mean.
- I'll see you tomorrow.
- OK, Al.
- Hey, take it easy, Al. OK?
- All right.
¡Qué sorpresa!
- Bayliss, Homicide.
- 'You got the wrong guy.'
- Excuse me?
- 'You got the wrong guy.'
- Munch, Is that you?
- 'Newton Dell didn't kill a soul.'
- I see. I suppose you're the real killer?
- 'Oh, yeah.'
Oh, yeah.
- Hear about the arrest on the news?
- 'Yeah.'
Well, you know, this happens.
A high-profile killer gets arrested,
sad-sacks like you need some
spotlight too. Well, not tonight, amigo.
- 'You got the wrong guy.'
- Come on, buddy...
'You know how you love
your parents cos you have to,
'then one day you look in the crib and
see the one person who you can love
'because you want to, the
one who is always on your side.
'Well, that's Newton and I
can't have him suffering for me.
- 'I'm the one you want.'
- No, no, no. We got our guy.
'No, you don't!
And I can prove it.'
'I'll be waiting for you.'
Hey? Hey, you still there?
♪ Nothing could
ever seem to touch me
♪ I lose what I love most ♪
- Give me the hands!
- Now!
♪ Stroke of luck
or gift from God?
♪ Hand of fate or Devil's claws?
From below or saints above? ♪
Howdy.
afraid of the dark, remember?
'You slept like a dead man.
'Thunder and lightning?
You wouldn't make a peep.
'I was the one waking
up night after night
'with a bloody mouth
from biting my lips.
'You remember? '
I really appreciate
you helping us out.
I just got so tired of
punching the clock,
you know, "Hold the
pickle, hold the lettuce."
How many times can you hear that
before you start howling at the moon?
And like the corporate
giants of petroleum
are gonna miss $153.
Take a pill, get real.
You know, I'd have someone
take a look at that cut. It's a doozy.
I'm a little bit country.
Yeah. And I'm a
little bit rock 'n' roll.
- Mi espalda me duele mucho.
- What?
- It means, "my back hurts" in Spanish.
- Really?
- Yeah. Want to try another?
- No, I don't.
¿Cómo se fue su fin
de semana, Francisco?
- What? It's my book!
- Give me the damn...
It's my... book!
Why learn Spanish? It's
an interesting language.
And we share the
Western Hemisphere
with a billion
Spanish-speaking people
And it's a jag-load
easier than French.
But you live in Baltimore. There must
be eight Spanish-speaking people here?
Part of language retention is
practice. Who'll you practise with?
My chiropractor from Chihuahua.
They named a town in
Mexico after a rat-dog?
No, Frank. They named
the rat-dog after the town.
Why is every question like a
"Meet The Press" discussion?
Just answer the damn question!
¿Cómo se fue su fin de semana?
- How was your weekend, Frank?
- Hmm?
It el sucko-ed the
biggo wiener-o.
- There, I'm bilingual.
- You are the ugly American.
Don't get personal. Mary's having
a biblical bout of morning sickness,
but she refuses to
vomit, even though
she knows it'll make her feel
better. So all she did this weekend
was lie around and moan, eat
saltines and yell at me for telling her,
- "Throw up!"
- Right.
Business or pleasure?
- One doesn't carry this for pleasure.
- Oh? Hookers do.
- Prostitution is a business, not pleasure.
- Yeah. I still don't get that.
- Hey!
- ¡Qué!
Hey, could... could you... Hey,
pull over! I gotta make a call!
'So you'd go crying
into Mama's room.
'Remember how she
never comforted you.
'She'd just call you "sissy boy"
and tell you to get back to bed.
'You'd have been a hopeless
bag of crap without me.
'But you don't have to be afraid
of things that go bump in the night
'if you become the thing
that lurks in the darkness.
'Mum found that out
the hard way, huh?
'Am I right? '
- Megan, good morning.
- Good morning, Al.
- Nice to be home again, huh?
- Yeah, it's nice to be home,
except all the mice in the
basement have moved upstairs,
so now I'm taking
bids on exterminators.
It's kind of like police
work, but different.
- I need you to tell me something.
- Oh... Al, look...
if it's about broken-down
Cavaliers, overtime,
or more detectives,
I swear I'm on it.
- Which tie?
- What?
Usually I bluff my way through
my wardrobe, but today I'm at a loss.
I'm meeting my daughter, Charisse,
for lunch and I need some advice.
Oh, let's see. OK, this one's...
this one's very fatherly and wise,
and this one is... frayed
and has a stain on it.
I know. I got some oil on it the
last time I made dinner for Charisse.
Oh. Oh, yeah? When was that?
June... '92.
Wait a minute. You haven't made
dinner for Charisse in three years?
She lives in Richmond. Usually
when she visits, we go out,
- but I'm taking her to the Polo Grill.
- Oh!
- I haven't seen her in months.
- Yeah? Then, you know what?
Go with the stain, if for nothing else
than for purely sentimental reasons.
Hey, man! Mikey, Mikey, I get
one thing wrong on my entry form,
- I could blow my chance of winning.
- A coffee stain's gonna cost you...
- $10 million?
- I can't take any chances.
Your RSVP to Ed McMahon has to
wait. I got us signed up for range time.
- It's firearms re-qualification time?
- Yeah.
Everyone's gotta get
checked. Today's the last day.
- OK. Where's my release form?
- What release form?
In case I win. Ed McMahon
pulls up in my driveway,
I gotta give permission to put
my handsome face on billboards
and big screens
across the country.
Meldrick, you're
not gonna win... OK?
You're just licking
Marilyn Monroe's butt
in the form of a
commemorative stamp.
I'm in the finals.
Prisoners in China are in the final
draw. Anyone breathing gets one of these.
I can't take any chances.
Gee, it's humiliating
to have the public see
two veteran homicide
detectives towed to crime scenes.
You both know Special
Agent Van Brandt of the FBI.
- Miami Steve.
- At least give us bus tokens.
- I'm on it, Frank.
- You two should work for Big Brother.
We have newer cars,
better health insurance.
- We chase bad guys past the state line.
- The reason Van Brandt is here.
It seems we have a thrill
killer heading north up l-95.
Can one of you get the shade?
21 hours ago at 1:00pm.
The killer walked into a convenience
store in Jacksonville, Florida,
pulled a 12-gauge side-by-side
and blew the heart out of the cashier.
Six hours later, two truckers had
their heads blown off at a truck plaza
in Savannah, Georgia. Then
he must have taken a nap,
cos eight hours after that at
3:00am, a 22-year-old black woman
at a gas station in St
George, South Carolina...
and then another gas-station
attendant in Fayetteville, North Carolina
- at about seven this morning.
- Man! What's the hurry?
At his current pace, and if
he stays on the interstate,
he should be in your
area code by dinnertime.
Only a long-term speed freak
could drive and kill at this schedule.
- You got a psych profile?
- Behavioural Science at Quantico
believes we're looking for a
white male, late 20s, early 30s,
at best a high-school
dropout, abused as a child.
Started killing his pets and then
worked his way up the food chain.
- Bed-wetter.
- Probably.
- How'd you know that?
- I've been re-reading
the "Homicide Investigation Handbook"
and a thrill killer is usually impulsive,
- has a loss of control over himself.
- I'd like to see the crime-scene reports.
- Think you'll see something we missed?
- I'm counting on it. Thanks.
- Thank you, guys.
- OK.
Yay-oh!
If you were William Tell, you'd
be in jail for shooting your kid.
Shot a hell of a lot
better than you did.
I've been in Arson
for four years.
In Arson you need guile and
brains and guts to defend yourself.
People with Tourette's
shouldn't handle firearms.
- I hit him.
- In the shoulder.
Hit a shooter in the shoulder,
he just gets more pissed off,
especially if he's fully
automatic like we aren't.
This is the one
part of the job I hate.
What? You hate
guns and you're a cop?
I'm my brother's keeper.
That's why I'm a cop.
Right. Yeah, well... that's
very noble, very, very noble.
Wow! Death is so weird.
It's like you just...
squeeze a trigger...
and kill a person...
'... with so little effort.
'What's that like to be so empty of
compassion, take a life in your hands
'and just pop... pop... '
pop!
'No fear of hell, no
fear of lethal injection,
'no fear at all.'
If we catch up to this
guy, you go in first, OK?
'I'm telling you, man, it's
the weirdest rush of your life.
'Your lips over the mouth of a
dying man, sucking in their last breath.
'After that, I usually
feel like having a beer.'
Thanks very much, Richard.
Lieutenant Weston?
I'm Detective Pembleton.
This is Detective Bayliss.
Baltimore City Homicide.
Probably passed the
bastard on the way down.
Yeah. We're hoping
he'll keep on going.
In case he doesn't, a
fresh crime would do.
Doesn't get any
fresher than this.
Yeah. Why is it that
travellers never flush?
Frank, would you use a
disgusting place like this?
When you gotta go, you gotta go.
My mother always went
into public bathrooms with me,
washed the seat off for me,
made me put down paper.
Really?
When she comes to my apartment she
spends an hour disinfecting everything.
Everything! She's Howard
Hughes about germs.
- Triple-ought?
- Mmm.
You haven't dusted
anything yet, have you?
Not yet. Since this is a public
restroom on an interstate,
I'm sure we'll find
several hundred prints,
unless, of course, your mother
came in and cleaned up after the killer.
Can we speak to the
guy who found the body?
- Sure.
- Good.
We were just stopping for a
sandwich and had to go to the toilet.
We're coming home
from a visit to Gettysburg.
Now, did you buy the sandwich
- before you walked to the restroom?
- Yes.
- Did you see anyone walk in or out?
- No.
And there was no one else
in there when you walked in?
- Just the dead guy.
- OK.
Is your son doing OK?
Oh, yeah! He's...
he's really shook up.
He wants to go back
and stare at the body.
What is it with kids
and dead things?
Too young to be afraid, I guess.
Did you see a
white male, late 20s,
perhaps in a cap, pull into
the rest area around 1:00?
No, sir.
- You're sure?
- Yeah.
I empty the vending
machine every day at 1:00.
- It was just me here.
- Anything?
- No.
- You here this afternoon?
- Yes, sir.
- Anything unusual you remember?
- I already asked him that.
- Just a guy that bought
the last bags of bubble
gum from the machine.
- When?
- About 1:15.
- You said you didn't see anyone.
- I said I didn't see no one around 1:00.
- 1:15 is different.
- Oh.
Sorry, I didn't mean to be so
subtle. What did this guy look like?
Think some people work harder
at being stupid than others?
I'm gonna go out on
a limb and say yes.
"1:15's different."
It's different.
The killer is chalking up a
new victim in every state, right?
- Right.
- So he gases up,
he pulls into the rest area.
Gomer the janitor, told you
he remembered an old
two-tone Ford pickup...
- Right. That was
parked in the lot.
How long does a tank of
gas last in the average car?
Well, the average
tank is fifteen gallons.
Getting 20 miles per gallon,
that's 300 miles, divided by
an average of 55
miles an hour is...
- Probably five and a half hours.
- Right.
So that would be
a big-block V-8.
- And your point?
- Well, look,
he killed the first
in Florida, right?
Then here in Georgia,
then South Carolina,
and then North Carolina,
and every time it's at a
gas station or at a truck stop.
So you think he's stopping
to kill every time he fills up?
Well, no one said that
every killer has to be a poet.
'Look at all the nice people out
driving on the nation's highways.
'Lf they only knew.'
'lf they only knew.
'Uh-oh. Look at that. We
need to stop for more gas.
'Where next?
'Who's next? '
So are they sending you
this copy of the tyre tracks?
- Yeah.
- What did Virginia State Police say?
They're faxing a lab report on
gum found at the crime scene.
Judy? Did Charisse call yet?
No, Lieutenant.
What did you two learn
on your field trip today?
Well, not much. It's
the same method,
but there's no physical evidence,
there's no witnesses, so we gotta wait.
- That won't do!
- We have no choice.
Your plan is to huddle in the one place
we know the killer isn't? How inspired.
- Hi. You got gas money?
- Yeah.
- Thanks for the ride.
- Don't thank me yet.
Who's that back there?
That's just my brother. Here,
you want a piece of gum?
- How was lunch with Charisse?
- She never showed up.
- She call?
- She's just coming from Richmond.
I don't know why she's so late.
She's fine, Gee.
I know.
I know. I'm just gonna go
call her apartment again.
Al?
All right, what's up?
Ten minutes ago, a Maryland
trooper heading south on 95
saw a two-tone Ford pickup stop for
a hitchhiker on the northbound side.
It matches the vehicle description
we believe our suspect to be driving.
The trooper tried to pull a
U-ey, but it was rush hour.
- We need you to OK a roadblock.
- Where?
- L-95, second and third lanes.
- Ah!
You don't have enough to convince
me to shut down two lanes of the 95.
- He may still be in the area.
- You don't know that.
The only way to confirm his
presence is to find another body.
- That's what we're hoping to avoid.
- I don't know.
- It'd just be for a couple hours.
- Two.
OK. All right, I'll
call Public Works
and see if I can get them to
jack-knife a truck or something.
If we're gonna fool him, let's
not be pansies about it, huh?
Bayliss, you got a
call. It's Van Brandt.
- 'Hello. Bayliss, Homicide.'
- Tim, it's Van Brandt.
I'm at Exit 23 off the
downtown interchange at l-95.
I'm standing over another body,
a black female shot in the chest
and face. Same MO, same weapon.
Got it, Steve. We're on our way.
Guess who's here.
Oh!
Hi, Daddy. Sorry I'm late.
Ooh! My car broke down.
- Why didn't you call?
- Sorry, but I was trying to get here.
It's so good to see you!
- It's so good to be home.
- Oh... Amazing.
♪ Hanging by
threads of pale silver
♪ I could've stayed
that way forever
♪ Bad blood and ghosts
wrapped tight around me
♪ Nothing could
ever seem to touch me
♪ I lose what I love most ♪
- A call would have been nice.
- I'm sorry about that,
but I just dropped 100 bucks on
new belts and an hour into the drive
the engine overheats,
so I had to leave the car
at a service station in Alexandria.
I was sure I'd make it for dinner.
- We were supposed to have lunch.
- Really?
- Really.
- Oh, Dad, I'm sorry.
Did you hear your sister made
the Dean's list at Rutgers again?
Theresa?
Miss Blow-Homework-Off-To-Go-See
Snoop-Doggy-Dogg-Giardello?
She sent home copies
of it. Three A's and a B.
She makes Al Junior and I look like
you blew your money on our tuition!
Dad, I have some news.
I'm leaving Richmond.
- To where? You coming home?
- I'm moving to San Francisco...
with my fiancé.
- You're getting married?
- Yes.
His name is Rob.
You're marrying Rob?
We're doing it out west.
I hope you can make it.
I...
You want me to get it?
I didn't know you broke up with
the other guy. What was his name?
Henry or whatever his name was?
And the little pig said, "Not by
the hair of my chinny-chin-chin."
Someone left his car
in the middle of the road!
- What kind of car is it?
- Piece of crap blue and white pickup.
You guys oughta get...
He's gone!
Come on! Suspect on
foot! Let's go! Let's go!
Check all these vehicles!
Spread out. Check the vehicles,
check the meridian! Let's go!
OK, everybody!
- Listen up.
- Here we go.
The plates on the truck were
from the car of the first victim.
The VIN number on
the truck matches one
registered to a Mabel
Dell of Titusvilie, Florida.
Munch, find out if it was
stolen, if she lent it to somebody.
The shotgun, however, was
not recovered from the truck,
so our bad boy is still
armed and dangerous.
Agent Van Brandt, FBI.
We're looking for a
white male, early 30s.
5 foot 10 to 6
foot. Right-handed.
He's wearing a cat's
paw-soled army surplus boot
and video enhancement showed
he had a ring on the left index finger.
We're cross-matching prints. We hope
to have a face by tomorrow morning.
The schedule this guy is keeping
implies the use of narcotics -
methamphetamines, cocaine,
maybe the whole works.
He won't have much cash on
him, so any bump-and-run mugging,
any penny-ante burglary, we have
to check out and follow through.
He's on the run a
long way from home
and has demonstrated an absolute
lack of a need for a reason to kill.
If you come across him, call
back-up and exercise extreme caution!
That's all.
♪ I saw an angel
♪ Shooting junk in Reno
♪ Blinded by the Devil
♪ Playing chequers in the park
♪ They're all out to get me
♪ But I can't find no one today
♪ Won't somebody help me?
♪ Just you don't get in my way ♪
'Police released this
sketch of a suspect... '
Check this out.
'Watch for his dog
tags and army boots.
'Lf you see this man,
dial 911 immediately.
'He is considered armed and
may be headed to Baltimore
'after killing several people along
l-95 at gas stations and rest stops.
'Again, dial 911 if
you see this man.
'I'm Dawn Daniels reporting
live. Back to you in the studio.'
'Mabel Dell of Titusville
has disappeared.
'Last seen by the local police'
responding to a domestic
disturbance at her house.
- ' Cause? '
- Her son was beating her
- but never arrested.
- What's this son's name?
'She had two, but the wacky spud
who ignored the fifth commandment
- 'was named Newton Dell.'
- It's the fourth commandment, John.
'Maybe in your church.'
She must have smoked a lot
while pregnant with Newton.
By puberty, he had
arrests for petty theft,
then two counts of cruelty to animals
for mutilating neighbourhood strays.
'Mr "Even Keel" disappeared the
same time Mabel did. Page two.'
- What?
- 'Nothing. It's a Paul Harvey thing
- 'I've always wanted to do. Out.'
- Out.
Well, as they say, if it's not
one thing, it's your mother.
- 'Pembleton? '
- Pembleton.
'It's Kellerman. Get on your
horse. He just walked out of a bar
- 'at Retreat and Francis.'
- Over.
- Hey, hey, hey!
- Dell was in here all morning.
What? You interviewed
the owner an hour ago.
He was sitting at the end
of the bar the whole time.
We only got that fax 20 minutes ago.
We didn't know what he looked like.
- Where's the owner?
- Already questioned him.
- As well as the first time?
- Hey, take a deep breath
and spank yourself! We re-interviewed
him. Dell went out the back.
And we ordered a
sweep for the area, OK?
He left this. Looks like a
clean thumb print right there.
- Mike, Meldrick...
- No, no, no!
- Don't even bother to say sorry.
- I wasn't about to.
I was gonna say I'll interview
the owner my damn self!
He had no friends growing up.
- Munch!
- Yes.
Get another body and meet Frank
and Tim at Retreat and Francis.
- Dell's been spotted downtown.
- Right.
And make sure everybody's
wearing a vest. You hear me?
Yes, sir.
Hi. Thanks for the charge card,
but I couldn't find anything I wanted.
Sorry I couldn't be with you
I'm in the middle of a redball.
There's always a redball around
you. I spoke to Rob this morning
and he wants to get a jump on
packing, so I was gonna leave tonight.
I'd like it if you could
spend one more day.
- I can't.
- Sweetheart, you can't imagine
what it is to sit here and learn
about everything after the fact.
Daddy, be honest. We've
never had the kind of relationship
where we include each
other in every decision.
- That's not the point.
- It's exactly the point!
If you don't have a
say, you turn into a bully.
Charisse...
just because a child leaves home,
gets married, has their own family,
doesn't mean that you stop...
being a parent or stop caring.
Now, grant me that respect, OK?
- You're not respecting me.
- You're not giving me reason to.
I don't have time to walk you through
the reasons I live my life the way I do.
Charisse, wait a
minute. Now, just... just...
Just let me go.
- Cash or charge, ma'am?
- Charge, please.
- I'm sorry. Your card wasn't accepted.
- That's ridiculous.
The credit company's
on the phone.
Why don't you come
inside and talk to them?
- I will not.
- Ma'am, they said you had to.
For crying out loud!
- Argh! What in the hell are you doing?
- Your credit card's fine.
There's a man lying on the
floor of the back seat of your car.
911 Emergency Centre, operator 831.
Do you need Police, Fire or Ambulance?
- Police.
- 'What do you wanna report? '
That guy who's been killing people
on the interstate? Yeah, he's here.
- He's in the back of a lady's Lincoln.
- Do you have a description?
He had dark pants, dark jacket,
he's wearing a ball cap, I think.
I know it's him. Can
you get some cops here?
Stay on the line, please.
- 'This is Giardello.'
- This is the Emergency Operator.
A suspect matching the description
of an APB issued by your unit
for a Newton Dell
has been reported.
'At present the suspect
is at Hunter's Gas Station
'at 809 North Point Road.'
Pembleton, Bayliss, I
think we've got Newton Dell!
Sir, ma'am, come with
me! Get down, stay calm!
'Newton Dell,
'we are the
Baltimore City Police!
'You are surrounded! '
- I'm not trying to get away!
- 'Step out of the car,
'get on your knees, lay
face down on the ground,
'hands behind your head.'
- You're not gonna shoot me?
- 'Get out of the car!
- 'Don't move. Get down on the ground.'
- If I get on the ground,
- I'm gonna have to move.
- 'On the ground!
'Hands behind your head!
You're under arrest
for suspicion of murder.
Why are you so nervous,
Officer? You're the one with the gun.
You have the right to remain
silent. Anything you say and do
- can be used against you in court.
- You riding?
Yeah. You have the
right to an attorney.
'Dawn, you're on.'
Moments ago, Newton Dell, a suspect
in a string of cross-country murders
'was brought to police
headquarters for processing.
'Dell, from Titusville, Florida, is being
questioned by homicide detectives.'
Newton Dell. Mind
if I call you Newt?
- God, yes.
- You don't like that name?
- Would you?
- Why leave your truck?
- It's not my truck.
- That's right. It's your mother's.
- Did you call her?
- No.
- Why not?
- We're not on speaking terms.
- Is that why you beat her up?
- Essentially, yeah.
Tell me, Newt, why did you run
away? Are you... guilty of something?
This chair's uncomfortable.
Your truck or not, you
left gum wrappers, clothes,
a overdue library book, and
some spent shotgun shells
covered with your prints in that truck.
Remember your rights being read?
- Yes, sir.
- And what you were charged with?
- Yes, sir.
- You're very polite.
- I try to remember my manners.
- Did you kill Wendy Simpkins?
- I never heard of her.
- You picked her up hitchhiking.
- Oh, that was her name.
- You admit you knew her?
- Briefly.
- Remember what you did to her?
- I offered her some gum.
- Wendy Simpkins was 23-years-old.
- I was 23 once.
- But by that time,
you'd been arrested a
dozen times for petty theft
- and, oh, cruelty to animals.
- How can you be cruel to an animal?
It's just an animal.
It's not a person.
When you bash
your neighbour's cat
with a roller skate and stuff
it in a mailbox, that qualifies.
You're right when
you put it that way.
Detectives from Jacksonville,
Savannah, Alexandria and other places
- are waiting to talk to you.
- About what?
- What you've been up to.
- I haven't done anything.
- Where's the shotgun, Newton?
- I don't own a shotgun.
You know something? He
didn't ask you if you owned one.
He asked you where the
one is that you've been using.
I don't have a gun. I
hate guns. They're loud.
- You're a killer, Newton,
- No, I'm a Presbyterian.
No, Newton, you are doomed.
We have you on camera.
Your prints cover that truck.
We know where you've been
and whose lives you've taken,
so please... be a big boy now.
Be as brave and
well-mannered as you were
when you stuck that barrel of that
non-existent shotgun into Wendy's head
and blew her the
top of head off.
Just admit to it. Maybe
she'll forgive you.
I... I...
I told him. I said,
"You can't be that cruel to people.
Their spirits will come after you.
"Their spirits won't let you sleep
no more. The dead don't always die.
"They'll want their time on
Earth back, want answers."
But he just laughed and made
me watch him kill all those people.
- Who made you watch, Newton?
- I can't say. I can't betray him.
- Who, your evil twin?
- I love him.
Wait a minute. Are you already
moving towards some psycho defence?
Is that what you're doing?
Let me save you the time.
Because I will vouch in court that
you're crazier than a crap-house rat!
Does that make you happy?
He said humans are insects,
only after the Apocalypse
we won't last as long as they
will. He said to kill a person,
was like swatting
a fly! No big deal!
- You killed Wendy Simpkins.
- No!
- Say it.
- No.
- Say it! Come on!
- No, I can't!
- Why not?
- It would be a lie.
Forget it. He
don't have to say it.
We got him on camera,
we got his prints,
and after the jury sees the
autopsy photos, well, he's toast.
Let's give the other
cops a whack at him.
I got one more
question to ask you.
Were you gonna kill that
woman at the gas station?
No, no, really, I... I'm
not a killer. I told you that.
Then why did you
get into her car?
You wanted us to catch you?
As they say in nursing homes
all across the country, "Bingo."
- Why?
- I had to get away from him.
Broken record.
Ever wonder why both
doors of the truck were open?
Did you find the bedding
on the jump seat?
That's where I
slept when he drove.
You just remember I didn't
betray him. Don't you tell him I did!
I didn't say his name.
It's just he's gone too far!
What the hell do you mean by that?
What the hell's that supposed to mean?
It means your work
is far from over.
OK.
Detective Pembleton,
Baltimore Homicide.
Well?
He confessed to picking up
Simpkins, but not to killing her.
Get enough for the US Attorney?
Oh, yeah, more than enough,
but... this guy's gonna plead psycho.
Well, at least you got him. I
wish they could all be this easy.
This was easy?
Roadblocks, manhunts
and seven new holes
dug from here to Florida?
You know what I
mean. Thanks, Tim.
All right.
Frank...
what do you think Dell meant when
he said our work is far from over?
I got nothing on it.
Maybe he's a legit psycho
and believes his alter ego's still
running around out somewhere out there.
He's locked up, which
means I can go home.
You'll sleep better
now knowing that?
Yes.
- Goodnight, Tim.
- Yeah.
- Hi, Megan.
- Hey. Good work today, Al.
Yeah.
It wasn't just another day
at the office, you know.
I know, I know.
I had another...
in a long line of fallouts
with Charisse this afternoon.
It seems I have a knack...
for pissing off the
ones I love the most.
I tried to reach her at home, but
she's on her way back to Richmond.
I had a knockdown
drag out with my parents
the summer before
I went to Navy,
and I swore I was gonna
make them apologise,
but... I picked
up the phone first.
When she walked
out of that door...
I realised that, at
the end of the day,
she and her brother
and her sister...
are all that I have.
Megan...
my family is my life savings...
and each day that goes
by I have so little time...
to spend it. You
know what I mean?
I know exactly what you mean.
- I'll see you tomorrow.
- OK, Al.
- Hey, take it easy, Al. OK?
- All right.
¡Qué sorpresa!
- Bayliss, Homicide.
- 'You got the wrong guy.'
- Excuse me?
- 'You got the wrong guy.'
- Munch, Is that you?
- 'Newton Dell didn't kill a soul.'
- I see. I suppose you're the real killer?
- 'Oh, yeah.'
Oh, yeah.
- Hear about the arrest on the news?
- 'Yeah.'
Well, you know, this happens.
A high-profile killer gets arrested,
sad-sacks like you need some
spotlight too. Well, not tonight, amigo.
- 'You got the wrong guy.'
- Come on, buddy...
'You know how you love
your parents cos you have to,
'then one day you look in the crib and
see the one person who you can love
'because you want to, the
one who is always on your side.
'Well, that's Newton and I
can't have him suffering for me.
- 'I'm the one you want.'
- No, no, no. We got our guy.
'No, you don't!
And I can prove it.'
'I'll be waiting for you.'
Hey? Hey, you still there?
♪ Nothing could
ever seem to touch me
♪ I lose what I love most ♪
- Give me the hands!
- Now!
♪ Stroke of luck
or gift from God?
♪ Hand of fate or Devil's claws?
From below or saints above? ♪
Howdy.