Homicide: Life on the Street (1993–1999): Season 5, Episode 10 - Blood Wedding - full transcript

- You're not allowed.
- Why?

- It's tradition.
- It's superstition.

I see you in your wedding
dress and then what happens?

- Terrible things.
- Divorce?

And famine and locusts,
the heartbreak of psoriasis.

All right, how's this?

I'll come in, but I won't
actually look at the dress.

- You promise?
- I do.

Hey. Say that again.

I do. I do, I do.

I do. Come on.



- What is this, dress number ten?
- Eleven.

- And?
- Damn, I look good in red.

- Red?
- Just teasing.

It's white. Snow white.

Do you like it?

I love it.

She loves it.

Hit the floor! I
said hit the floor!

What's wrong? No!

I said hit the floor! Please.

What, are you crazy!
Open up the register.

Come on, we ain't got all day.

Get down! Give it up now!

I said get down!
Give it up. Gimme...



Yo, bitch!

Give me your wallet.

Ah! Ah!

You almost gave
me a heart attack!

Brodie? What the hell
are you doing here?

I got evicted from my apartment,

and I can't stay at the
station house any more.

Jeez. You got anything
for a hangover, Doctor?

- We don't do room service.
- Really?

Oh, we should hear
bells, not beepers.

OK, I gotta go. Gotta go.

You should get the
kind that vibrates.

- Nervous?
- About what?

- It's your first case as a primary.
- No, this is my 199th case as a primary.

I mean your first
case since the stroke.

So you're nervous, huh?

OK, 10:23am, Stella's
Bridal's... Bridal Shop.

- What have we got?
- On the sad scale, about a ten.

Happy couple shops for a wedding
dress and one of them winds up dead.

Shot at close range with
a large-calibre projectile.

The gunman aimed
straight for the heart.

- Where's the victim?
- Right in here.

Da... Danvers?

She's dead.

Meryl's dead.

Get a paramedic.

- It's nothing...
- Come on, Ed. You're losing blood.

- Pembleton?
- Yeah.

It's OK.

- You were on the floor?
- No. Some women were.

I was in the fitting
rooms with Meryl.

Other customers upstairs.
Danvers in front of the fitting room.

- What is that for?
- It's OK, Ed. It's OK.

Just con... just
continue, please.

He asked for my wallet,
and l-l-I said I didn't have it,

and um... and he
pointed his gun at me.

- What kind of gun?
- It was a revolver, a.38 calibre.

Witness menaced using
a.38 calibre revolver.

He was holding
the... the gun up.

- Was he wearing gloves?
- Gloves?

Gloves. Did the
shooter have gloves?

I don't know. He might have.

Witness unclear as whether
the shooter wore gloves.

- OK, he points the gun at you.
- He says, "Give me the damn wallet."

No, he said... he said, "Bitch,
give me the damn wallet."

And then I heard
Meryl... call my name.

- 'Ed? '
- 'Get back! '

Ed, this is Janine. She's
gonna look after your wound.

- Look, I'm fine.
- Ed. Let her see your shoulder, OK?

Look, I'm all right.

I'm sorry. Where's Pembleton?

He was wearing all black,

black jeans, black sweatshirt,
black boots, except the mask.

- It was orange.
- Yeah, bright orange.

Wearing all black clothing,
black work boots, black jeans,

black sweatshirt, orange mask.

Yeah. I should've never
opened the register.

- Is my boss gonna fire me?
- Don't worry. You're not at fault.

- Can I talk to you for a second? Please.
- Excuse me, please.

- Just watch this kid. She's in on it.
- In on what, Ed?

- I saw a look between them.
- Between who?

Between the girl and the gunman
before she gave him the cash.

- Thanks for the tip.
- He called her baby, all right?

He said, "We don't got all day."

Right. Thanks.

OK, where were we? Er, you... Can
you give me a height on the shooter?

- Sure. About 5'6", 5'7".
- OK, gunman allegedly 5'6", 5'7".

- He was at least 5'8".
- I'm conducting an interview.

He was right in front of me,
at least an inch taller than I am.

He was 5'8 "or 5'9",
all right? She's lying!

I'm not lying! I just don't
remember very well.

- 'Ed? '
- 'Get back! '

Come on. Come on,
let's go get some air.

It's all right. Come on, Ed.

Frank will take care of it, huh?

Three things that we
need to do. Number one...

How many cases has Pembleton
worked on since his stroke as primary?

This is his first.

He's not ready, Kay.

I can't have half a detective
trying to solve Meryl's murder.

- I don't want him on this case.
- I can't tell you anything.

- You're making coffee?
- Got a problem with that?

Where's Kellerman,
detective/housewife?

- Why's he not making it?
- He's late.

- Brodie, you look like a corpse.
- Yeah, I slept like a stiff.

Yeah, we heard. You bum a room
from me, Munch, Kellerman, Bayliss.

You sleep in the morgue,
in the Squad Room.

- What next, Pembleton's walk-in closet?
- He has a walk-in closet?

Brodie, see here, apartments for rent?
Why don't you just rent an apartment?

I can't afford the first month's rent,
let alone the utilities and deposit...

- Get a roommate.
- Siegfried and Roy split up.

- You could bunk with one of 'em.
- I'm allergic to cats.

- Good morning.
- Hey, Mike.

- I'm taking a sick day.
- Hey, you're lookin' pretty cheerful.

Yeah, huh.

Last time I saw you, you were moaning
and groaning about the Grand Jury.

- Yeah, I was a little miserable.
- So what happened?

- Nothing.
- Nothing?

Yeah. Absolutely nothing.

Well, he scored last night.

Oh, hey, Gee.

- Where's Danvers?
- We finally got him to hospital.

- How bad is he?
- Just a nick in the shoulder.

He'll be OK, but that is
not really the problem.

He was all over Frank at the scene,
100 questions, opinions, theories.

- And Pembleton, how is he?
- That's hard to tell, sir.

- What did Bayliss say?
- What's he gonna say? He's his partner.

- Ed wants another detective.
- He requested this?

I told him Frank's the primary.

- You have doubts?
- Yeah.

When I put Pembleton
back on the rotation,

I was hoping he'd get something
clean and easy his first time out.

- A domestic, maybe.
- What are we gonna do?

Nothing. Frank's on his own.
He sinks or swims on this one.

- Stop being an idiot.
- It makes the most sense.

- It makes no sense whatsoever.
- All right, Frank.

- You're right. You're always right.
- Pembleton! Bayliss! In my office.

Man, oh, man, oh, man!

What's the problem?

- Creative tension.
- Yes.

Two razor-sharp intellects clashing
as they sort through the details.

What's your take?

Botched daytime robbery.

Some novice picks a bridal shop
over a gas-and-go or a carry-out.

He hits a place where 90%
of the receipts are credit.

He gets less than
$60 cash out of the till,

and when he's confronted with a
110Ib woman in a wedding dress,

unfortunately he panics...

- And Danvers loses his fiancée.
- That's it.

My partner is wrong.
This guy is a pro.

He hits a shop full of
customers, in broad daylight.

He knows enough not to touch
the register, counter or anything else.

He's driving a late model, nondescript,
maroon sedan with obscure tags.

He quick gettin' in and out.
Whatever this guy is, he is not a novice!

A pro won't shoot someone
if he doesn't have to.

Danvers didn't give his
wallet, and he got angry.

With the involvement of
Danvers, the media is hovering.

The bosses are bellowing.
Got anything else to tell me?

- You have any leads?
- No.

- Except...
- Except what?

- What Danvers told you.
- The salesgirl? That's nothing.

- What about the salesgirl?
- Some scared kid.

No. Danvers says she might've
had something to do with the set-up.

- An inside job.
- Yeah.

This girl is a high school junior,
working in a shop for weekend money.

- She is not involved.
- I say press her.

Gee, this is a straight-up robbery.
It's not no grand conspiracy.

- Excuse us.
- Sure.

Hey, in this unit, Danvers
is tu familia, capisce?

I want you to take every
word out of his mouth seriously.

Danvers doesn't know what
he's talking about or what he saw.

His statement's unreliable, he's
influencing witnesses at the scene,

concoctin' half-assed
conspiracy theories.

This man's a threat to the investigation,
before the case even gets to court.

I want you to investigate
every single lead, Frank.

If that's a problem, I can give this
investigation to Bayliss to handle.

Now, down the line, I want to be
able to look Danvers right in the eye.

- Trust me, you will.
- Good.

- Hey.
- I'm not done yet.

- I need at least another two hours.
- For what?

You need the bullet
for the Hansen case.

No.

I took a sick day.
We could go for a sail.

- What?
- Belize.

- Belize?
- OK, Atlantic City then.

- We can get there by nightfall.
- I'm a little busy here.

You told me you wanna sail
off to someplace romantic.

It was a fantasy. I was
just thinking out loud.

You really need
to go back to work.

No. I want to go away with you.

I had a great time
with you last night, but...

Fine. Ocean City. We'll
shoot down there for dinner.

The only shooting I'm interested
in now is Meryl Hansen's.

Look, did I do something wrong?
I thought we had something goin'.

It was one night, Mike.

Oh, OK. Um, I see.

So you just came to my boat
out of pity? As an act of mercy?

Sergeant Howard, I
need to put out a teletype

to all divisions, districts
and surrounding jurisdictions.

Maybe we can match the
MO to similar crimes elsewhere.

- I'll get it on the MILES network.
- What did we get from the witnesses?

A Ione black male, medium-height
build, a... orange ski mask.

Getaway car is a
maroon sedan. That's all.

OK. Thank you.

01:43pm, teletype
issued on MILES network.

Er... from the pool of witnesses
at the crime scene. Er...

Ed, what you doing here?

I made a list of eight
possible suspects.

Can I get ten copies
of that, please?

On the way to Mercy, I keep
hearin' the gunman in my head.

- All right, Ed?
- Fine.

And the voice is familiar.
It's like I've... heard it before.

So I had the paramedics turn
around, drop me at the Courthouse.

- You didn't go to the hospital?
- Uh, no.

I went to my office
and pulled these files.

Our shooter is someone I
prosecuted and put away.

- What about the salesgirl?
- No, forget about her.

- You said she was involved.
- She's nothing to do with it.

- You recognised the shooter's voice?
- Yes.

- Why didn't you tell us before?
- I didn't realise till later.

- On your way to the hospital?
- Right.

Three hours later you recognised
the voice but don't know who it is?

I do know. It's... it's one
of these eight names.

L-I tried each man for
armed robbery or murder.

- Each of them...
- Hang on. I'm... I'm... I'm... confused.

Either you recognise
the voice or you don't.

Look, what is the problem here?

- You're following me, aren't you?
- Ed, it don't make a lot of sense.

What doesn't make sense? What
part of what I'm saying isn't clear?

C-can... May... may I
see a copy of er... this list?

In chronological order, date of
case, where sentenced, time served.

- Ed, I'm sorry about what happened.
- Thank you.

- Where's Kellerman?
- He came in and took a medical... er...

- What, he was sick? Fever, cold, what?
- Well, he was kinda vague.

But he was in the coffee room earlier.
I saw him wander into The Waterfront.

- Thanks.
- Mmm, yeah.

- So you're sick.
- Don't I look sick?

Give me a couple of
hours, I'll be good and sick.

Your shift began two hours ago.

Look, I'm sittin' here waiting
for the Grand Jury to convene.

I don't know if the guys I worked
with, who I thought were my friends,

are gonna testify against me to
save their asses, so screw my shift.

- Mike...
- Spare me the lecture.

If you can't do anything for
me, at least spare me the lecture.

- What are you doing in here?
- Hidin' from Danvers.

Did you track down
the suspects on his list?

- Gave that to Munch.
- Why?

- Why?
- Yeah.

OK.

One of the hundreds of people
that Ed Danvers has prosecuted

happens to walk into a
bridal shop with a loaded gun,

and he sees Ed Danvers
standing there helpless before him.

What does he do? Plug
Ed Danvers full of holes?

No, he kills some woman
walking out of a dressing room.

It's ridiculous.

Did you get any
leads off the teletype?

Not yet, but we shouldn't
expect anything for a few hours.

- Good, then come with me.
- Where?

I still think the
gunman is a local,

so I checked the robbery reports on
the Northern District around the shop.

- And you got nothing?
- No, I got a feeling, Frank.

We should check all the neighbourhoods
around the shop to find this guy's car.

- You've had bright ideas before...
- There you are.

- We were just on our way out.
- To do what?

Check the Northern District
for the shooter's maroon sedan.

- What about my list?
- Munch is all over it.

Why do I have the feeling this
investigation is totally out of control?

- Ed, come on.
- You have any idea what you're doing?

We're doing the best we can do.

See what I mean?
The man is incompetent.

Ed, please.

Come on, Ed. We'll go get
you something to eat, huh?

- Hey.
- I'm all right.

- Take this man to the hospital.
- No, I...

Yes, it's time. Come on.

There you go. Go on.

It's time.

He gives you any
problems, cuff him.

Goodman, I want to ask you a
few questions about Kellerman.

I don't know, Lieutenant. Lawyer
told me not to talk about it to anybody.

- We're not talking now.
- We're not?

Station house whispers.

Jack, I don't need a deposition
here, but what I do need is the truth.

What do you want to know?

When you sit in front of the Grand Jury,
will you say Kellerman was on the pad?

Me? No.

- What about the others?
- I don't know.

Tell you this. That bitch of an
Assistant US Attorney is a hungry one.

She wants as many names for
her indictment as she can get.

Offered me one to
three for my cooperation.

- Think that's a good deal?
- Where do you do the bit?

Allenwood. Easiest
time there is, right?

- What about Kellerman?
- Well, Lieutenant.

- How do I know you ain't wearin' a wire?
- Detective Pires, hey, you know me.

- I'd never wear a wire on another cop.
- You'd be surprised what people'll do.

I'm not wearing a wire.

I'm happy to strip
down here to prove it.

No, thank you.

You naming Kellerman?

I don't care what the
prosecution offers me.

I ain't givin' her any cops
she doesn't already have.

I'll be damned. I've been
looking at that piece all day.

Take care.

Try La Plata. We
already tried it.

- Not the 4200 block.
- This is a big waste of time.

Any late model maroon sedan we
find will have little to do with our case.

- You don't know that, Frank.
- Yes, I know that.

Our man is not local.
Our man is a rover.

- Let's try Remington.
- Let's not try Remington.

How can you be so sure, Frank?

F-for the sake of argument,
let's say you're right,

and... and it's some coke fiend
messin' up a first-time robbery.

Let's just go
ahead and say that.

- Our man has a car.
- So?

If-if he has a car, even the most brain
dead crackhead can drive a mile or two

to hit a cash register in a
neighbourhood where he is not known.

If he fled on foot,
I'd buy your logic.

We should search the
neighbourhoods nearest the crime scene.

But our man...
our man has a car.

I am not incompetent.

- I'm going back to Headquarters.
- All right.

Frank, the calls on the teletype
started coming in a while ago.

Three from Baltimore County,
one from the State Police in Carroll.

- Great. Hey, where's Danvers?
- We took him to Mercy.

- He gonna be OK?
- Yeah.

- Line one, State Trooper Groves.
- OK, thanks.

Pembleton. Right...

Right, a jeweller in
Pikesville? What's the date?

Bayliss. You got a lousy bullet
there with this Hansen case.

.38 calibre, totally mutilated. Not
much good for comparison purposes.

Shoot.

It caught a rib, clipped
the aorta and both lungs.

- OK, thanks.
- Sure.

- Have you seen Kellerman around?
- Out sick.

- Thanks.
- What's up, Doc?

- Show me your maps to the Interstate.
- 95 or 695?

Both! OK, thank you.

Frank, one of the names
on Danvers' list is a possible.

- He did eight, pulled parole last year.
- Forget it.

- What do you mean, forget it?
- The shooter is a rambling man.

OK, Finksburg to Owings Mills

to Pikesville to
Mount Washington.

OK, I got it. He's roaming along
the Interstate, hittin' the Northwest.

A liquor outlet in Owings Mills,

a jeweller in Pikesville,
a carry-out in Lutherville,

finally the Falls Road Bridal
Shop where our murder occurred.

You think he's going from Carroll
County to Woodlawn to Lutherville?

- Yes.
- Stick-up artists are specialists.

This guy's hittin' shoe stores,
cut rates and bridal shops.

He doesn't care. Any
cash register will do.

His only concern is location.
Location, location, location.

Every target is one block from an
entrance ramp onto the Interstate.

He's jumpin' off, hittin' whatever he can,
then jumpin' right back on the highway.

There's a symmetry to it.

That pretty little map
tells us where he's been.

How we gonna figure
where he's gonna be?

When I got Detective
Pembleton's teletype this morning,

the mention of a maroon
sedan knocked me on my ass.

Six days ago, I was on 795
eastbound, near the beltway,

when they broadcast the lookout for that
maroon sedan in the Pikesville robbery.

A few minutes later, I catch a glimpse
of a maroon '92, '93 Chevrolet Corsica,

roaring west.

By the time I got
turned around, I lost him.

He took the Owings Mills exit.

Our guy has to be from anywhere
between Pikesville and Reisterstown.

Sure it was a Corsica, sir?

- I've been a State Trooper 12 years.
- I'll get in touch with Motor Vehicles.

It's already done. 857
Chevy four-door sedans.

That's just the postal
codes along the 795.

- I count 12 of us in the room.
- About 70 cars per cop.

Ouch.

Hey... yeah.

Yeah, it might be
this one down here.

AHC 948. OK,
the plate's a match.

Hey, hey, hey. Could this be?

There's a ski mask
on the front seat.

Munch, Lewis,
back of the building.

Once we have him, I want warrants
on the auto and the apartment, please.

- What's going on?
- City Homicide. Julius Cummings?

- Yeah.
- I'm glad to see you.

- What's this?
- We'll talk downtown.

I don't think so.

Oh, listen, man. You're
on parole for armed robbery.

You're backin' up six years.
Come with us or you get violated.

- If you're gonna be that way.
- We'll be that way.

Come on, let's go.
You don't need no coat.

Mike?

Mike.

Mike.

Come on, Kellerman.
Where the hell are you?

A good, secure base,
that's the important thing.

Keeps it from toppling over.

- How many kids you got?
- Keisha's four, Tyreeka's eight.

Kids are great at that age.

So are you naming Kellerman
to the Federal Grand Jury?

Are you my lawyer? Cos if you ain't,
I'm not likely to say a thing about it.

No lawyers, no fine print. This
is just two cops here talking.

That means dink to me. When all this
started, the Department cut me dead.

- Are you naming Kellerman?
- You so sure Mike Kellerman's pure?

- You so sure he didn't take money?
- Are you naming Kellerman?

I'm looking at three to five.

Only way to get out is to
give the Feds what they want.

Are you saying that
Kellerman had his hand out?

Maybe he did, maybe he didn't.

But in any case, I name him and I'm
back home with my kids in three years.

Yeah...

Yeah, right... Uh-huh. OK.

OK, bring what...
whatever you get.

Right. Hey, hey, hey!

I'll pass it on.
Thank you for calling.

That was Lewis calling
from Cummings' apartment.

They found one... one box of
ammo, .38 ammo, but no gun.

They found two ski
masks, one green, one grey.

- Not orange?
- No.

Crime Lab just found a single
orange fibre in the Chevrolet.

We got evidence of
evidence, but not the article.

- It's early. We're still looking.
- Let's get ourselves a confession.

Rise and shine, Mr Cummings.
We've got a lot of work to do today

- 'Recognise this paper? '
- 'Yeah.'

- 'What's it say? '
- You know what it says.

I know. Bayliss here knows, but
we need to know that you know.

- You know?
- So what's it say? Read it out loud.

- You want me to read this?
- Yeah. There.

- Start with number one.
- It says I got the right to remain silent.

Pretty simple. That means if you don't
want to talk to us, you don't have to.

What's next?

- Anything I say...
- Can and will be used against you.

Blah-blah-blah. Skip on
to the third one down there.

- I got the right to an attorney.
- Uh-huh.

That's the one we
want, about the attorney.

Do you understand what that means?
That means you can have a lawyer,

who went to law school, passed the
bar exam, understands the system.

But you gotta think
carefully, Mr Cummings.

'Without a lawyer,
you're going to jail for life.

'With a lawyer, you
might just stand a chance.'

- What's Pembleton doing?
- We'll find out soon enough.

- What's your decision? Want a lawyer?
- Can you afford one?

Justice is expensive. Can
you afford to pay an attorney?

Hell no, man. I want one of
them government lawyers.

- Oh, a Public Defender.
- Yeah.

I got the right to a Public
Defender. It says so right here.

Number four, "If you cannot afford
an attorney, one will be provided."

- You want us to call you one?
- That's my right.

Absolutely. I'm gonna
make that call for you.

Wait. I'm not sure
that's a good idea.

He might be makin' a mistake,
considering the situation.

- What situation?
- Shut up, man.

You're right, it
could be a mistake.

- Big mistake.
- Yeah. But it is his decision, right?

- If he wants me to call, I'll call.
- Hold up!

You wanna tell me why
I'm making a mistake?

Because, Mr Cummings, Meryl
Hansen is a Public Defender.

Who?

The woman you shot dead at
that Mount Washington bridal shop.

- I didn't shoot nobody.
- The woman in the white dress.

The woman who was getting married
this March? She was a Public Defender.

Look, I done told you,
I didn't shoot nobody.

Yes, you did. Do you know how many
Public Defenders there are in Baltimore?

- 99.
- Mm-mm.

No, I'm sorry. Make
that 98, thanks to you.

98 Public Defenders
in the city of Baltimore,

and each and every one
of them knew Meryl Hansen.

She was a respected
colleague and a devoted friend.

So knowin' that, do you think any one
of them wants to come near this case?

Do you think that any one of them is
gonna step forward to defend your ass?

You are beyond stupid.

Meryl always thought
the world of you, Maggie.

That son of a bitch in there...

I want you to get him.

He should die.

I want him to die.

"'Ed Danvers" mean anything? '

- 'Ed who? '
- 'Ed Danvers.'

'Danvers is the toughest Assistant
State's Attorney in Baltimore.

'He was also engaged
to Meryl Hansen.

'I won't bore you with the number
of Assistant State's Attorneys here.'

Most importantly, all of them
know Ed, many knew Meryl,

and every one of them is
begging to prosecute this case.

Their friend's fiancée was
killed, they're hungry for revenge.

Yeah, so hungry, in fact, that
they're already planning the trial.

They're talking to
witnesses, consulting experts,

and they are gathering evidence.

And boy, oh, boy,
do they got evidence.

Exhibit A, one box
of.38 calibre ammo,

half-empty, found in
your kitchen cabinet.

Exhibit B, one strand of
bright orange synthetic fibre

vacuumed from the back
seat of your '92 Chevy Corsica.

Exhibit C, one green ski mask found
on the floorboard of that Chevy Corsica.

And last but not
least, Exhibit D.

This is a diamond ankle
bracelet with the price tag still on it,

the same bracelet that was stolen
from Bromwell & Brown's Jewellers

in Pikesville last
Tuesday morning,

and it was found of all
places, in your bedroom closet.

- Now, what was it doin' there, huh?
- I don't know.

You better come up
with a good explanation.

That hungry prosecutor is
bringing this evidence into court

and asking for
the death penalty.

Your Public Defender, if you can
find one, won't argue in your defence.

Oh, no, she's closing up her
briefcase and waving you goodbye.

This case is closed.
The verdict is in.

You're going to Death Row.

- I wanna make a phone call.
- Who'd want a call from you?

I don't know, somebody,
man. Anybody.

But I ain't talking
to you no more.

No more.

- I thought I could get a confession.
- We have enough to charge him.

Do we? I wish we
had stronger evidence.

We found the ammo in his
closet. What more do you want?

The murder weapon would be nice.
Without it, the ammo is next to nothing.

All right, OK. But we've got
the stolen bracelet, the ski mask.

Both link him to the earlier
robberies not the bridal shop.

- The orange fibre!
- Give me something to match it.

I can't build a murder
case on a piece of lint.

- I've won cases on a lot less.
- You wanna go ahead, we'll go ahead.

I'm just telling you
we could get jammed.

- So instead we should just let him go?
- Ed, no one is suggesting that.

The parole violations and the
robberies will get him 10 years at least.

I'll work the case.

Once we get something
solid, we'll lock him up for life.

Life? He should die. She's never
taken a sentence past life without parole.

- What?
- You're against the death penalty.

So were you. So was Meryl.

He should die.

- So what brings you up here today, Al?
- Old times, Commissioner.

- Oh... I like old times.
- Well, I have a problem.

I could use your
advice, your help maybe.

My help?

Well, we have a... we
have a history together.

Yeah.

When I came to you a few years back
with a problem, where was that history?

- Well, that problem went away.
- Did it?

As I recall, I asked you to look the
other way on a very, very small matter,

and you, for some reason, found
my request impossible to obey.

I did the best I could.

Congressman Wade was
an ally of this Department.

We lost an ally when
Congressman Wade lost the election.

- I'm coming to you as a friend.
- For what?

From those old times, when
you first came on the Department?

- Yes. My training officer.
- Mickey Shea.

- Remember?
- Oh, yeah.

Made me ride in the back seat

rather than share the
front seat with a nigger.

I wanted to kick
his fat Irish ass.

Just what he was goin' for,

cos if you'd swung on him,
he'd bring you up on charges.

And you talked to him for me.

Yeah.

I did, didn't I?

Kellerman.

- Kellerman's problem is his own.
- He needs somebody to talk up for him.

Well, he's got you.

He needs somebody
with weight. He needs you.

There was a Captain's vacancy in
the Department last year, wasn't there?

Homicide Unit,
Commanding Officer.

You had every right to
expect that promotion.

I didn't come here for me.

What do you think
of Captain Gaffney?

He is what he is.

A fat Irish ass.

I can deal with Gaffney. I need
you to help me with Kellerman.

Do you think Gaffney's
promotion was... was an accident?

No, you uh...

you backed er... Gaffney
for Captain over me.

Yeah.

He's my message to you, Al.

He's Mickey Shea all over again.

I shouldn't have come here.

I think you're too smart to
make that mistake again.

Hey, Mr Danvers.

So what brings
you up here so late?

Just have to take care of
a little unfinished business.

- What the hell you want?
- What do I want?

What do I want?

To kill you.

Only unlike you, I
don't have a gun.

I'm gonna kill you the
only way I know how...

through the law.

And it may take the
rest of my life, Julius.

But I came here to
swear an oath to you.

I will live to see you die.

So how was Belize?

What?

I haven't seen you since yesterday.
I figured you sailed off without me.

Isn't that what you wanted?

Look, I don't know
what I want, OK?

But I really don't
think that you do either.

I want to go back to work.

There she blows.

I got up this morning to go to work
and I didn't get halfway out the door

before a Federal
Marshal handed me this.

- They postponed the Grand Jury?
- Till mid-January.

Not only do I spend
the holidays alone,

but I spend them not knowing
whether or not I have a future.

- So where's your family gonna be?
- St Louis.

Why not go and see them?

I can't face my family. I don't
think I could handle their kindness.

You should go to work, Mike.

I'll see you.

Yeah?

- Hi, Ed. What are you up to?
- I've been reading over my old files.

Martin Ulrich, raped and
assaulted a 16-year-old girl, 1988.

Left her HIV-positive.

We took a plea agreement and
sent him to Jessup for nine years.

He was paroled in four.

I can still see her parents,

glaring at me at the sentencing,
wanting to rip my head off.

I can remember all that, but I
can't remember the girl's name.

Karen Medynski.

I got so angry
with Maggie earlier,

and I'm furious with Pembleton
since he walked on the crime scene.

I thought they were indifferent and
now I have to wonder how many...

families did I treat the same, how often
I put the job first and the victim second.

- We all do that, huh? Kinda have to.
- I didn't always.

When I got out of law
school, I thought if I just...

if I just worked hard enough,

if I put in enough hours,
if I won enough cases,

I could rid the world of
all the Julius Cummings.

And then somewhere
along the line, I just...

I forgot people's names.

Unless the case was absolutely
winnable, I'd make a deal.

I'd settle for less so
I didn't lose in court.

I compromised. You know?

We can't get first degree?
Let's go for second.

No second? How
about manslaughter?

Involuntary manslaughter. What
the hell, put him away for a year.

When he gets out,
he won't do drugs.

Maybe he won't rape any more
children, rob any more stores.

- Maybe he won't kill anybody!
- No, don't do this.

Hey, whoa! Ssh!

Sorry.

- Ssh. Ssh.
- Meryl. Oh, I'm so sorry.

Ssh!

- Going home, Frank?
- I'm tryin' to.

- Cummings in lock-up?
- For the time being.

Conroy's gonna decide what to
drop on him tomorrow morning.

You OK?

When a commander can't
do right by his troops...

what good is he?

Hang on... hang
on one second, Gee.

Homicide, Pembleton.

In any man's army...

what good is he?

Danvers! Danvers!

Danvers... Hey.

Cu... Cummings is dead.

'I got a call from
Central Lock-up.

'He hung himself in his
cell with... with his shirt.'

♪ Out and weary

♪ I can't take
another night like this

♪ And oh my
dear, I just don't see

♪ Any light in front of me

♪ And I don't care... ♪