Homicide: Life on the Street (1993–1999): Season 5, Episode 16 - Valentine's Day - full transcript

- Well, it appears to be a suicide.
- Appears to be? It is a suicide.

Is there anything that indicates
to you that it isn't a suicide?

Just because something
isn't doesn't mean it is.

Brodie, you're starting
to sound like Munch.

- I resent that remark.
- So do I.

I would love to stand around
listening to you fellas bicker,

but can I have the body?

- You want the body?
- Yeah.

- Take it. It's all yours.
- Thank you.

- Name?
- Nick Bolaentera.

- What?
- Suicide note?



They don't always
leave suicide notes.

Detective Munch,
according to the landlady,

this apartment is being leased
to a student named Alan Shack.

- So this is Shack's shack, huh?
- I know him.

- Alan. Alan Shack.
- Yeah.

- I'm J H Brodie.
- Yeah.

- I know of him from around campus.
- How's that?

I go to grad school. Since I've been
working, I have to cut my workload.

Oh, that's fascinating.
I gotta go. Thanks.

I'm really sorry about what
happened to Nick Bolaentera.

- Yeah. Thanks.
- He was your roommate, right?

Are you with the housing board?

- I'm curious.
- Be curious somewhere else.

Munch, this guy, Alan Shack.
He's really... He's bad news.



Bad news, how?
Like rotted doughnuts?

Or that there's a missile
heading for Baltimore?

No. He's a hustler.

He sells answers to tests,
essays, and he sells drugs.

I'm not the hall monitor,
and I don't work Narcotics.

Bolaentera committed suicide,

ergo Alan Shack's extra
curriculars don't interest me, OK?

- All right.
- All right.

Get outta here!

Yeah.

- What are you doing?
- What do you mean?

- Dusting. What does it look like?
- Since when do you dust?

Ever since the boss has
replaced my cleaning crew.

You ever noticed, Frank,

the quality of cleaning in
this building has gone to pot?

I have noticed the
john's more grungy.

I know it stinks cleaning
toilets, but if that's what you do,

and you get paid, you do it.

- Am I right?
- Absolutely.

- I need to take some time off today.
- For what?

It's personal.

Well, I never was one to get
into my detective's off-duty lives.

That's always been the
bulwark of your leadership,

my esteemed lieutenant.

- Is Bayliss gonna cover for you?
- I asked Kellerman.

You and Bayliss getting along?

- Yeah. We just don't work together.
- Want me to speak to him?

No.

Whatever problems you two are
having, just remember one thing.

All we are is dust in the wind.

I had no idea you
were a Kansas fan.

I called Bolaentera's
parents in Kentucky,

and I told them their
son iced himself.

I hope you did it with
more sensitivity than that.

I did. They asked me
about funeral arrangements.

So I gave them my brother
Bernie's phone number.

I don't think I can be
more sensitive than that.

- Does anyone know where Brodie is?
- I don't know, and I don't care.

So, Inez, you used to go out
with Alan Shack, didn't you?

Yeah. Don't remind me. Creep.

Have you talked to him since that
thing happened at his apartment?

What the suicide? No.

- I have heard he's been bragging.
- Bragging?

A friend of mine
in his English class

says Shack was saying that he was
there when Bolaentera shot himself.

Says they were playing
some Russian roulette game.

Russian roulette?

Homicide. Go ahead. OK.

- Sarge, we'll need help on this one.
- What have you got?

Warehouse, 1638 Wilcoma
Cove. Explosion. Guy got killed.

- Mike, what are you doing?
- I'm checking over my horoscope.

- You go with Bayliss, huh?
- Sure you want me with you?

Yeah, sure. Why not?

I don't know. Last time we worked
together, you were kinda snarky.

Snarky?

Yeah, snarky. You know from the
Ancient Greek, meaning butthead.

Tell me how the two of you met.

Why?

Well, we have ten minutes
before she gets here.

We might as well fill the time.

- Where did you meet?
- New York City.

- No. I mean specifically.
- The Great Lawn in Central Park.

I was playing volleyball with my
friend. She was having a picnic with hers.

I fell into her potato salad. She
makes fantastic potato salad.

And you were how old?

I don't know. Graduated
police academy. 24.

And how soon afterwards
did you actually sleep together?

I beg your pardon?

You were attracted to
each other physically?

- Yes.
- And intellectually?

- Yes.
- Spiritually?

Yes.

Er...

That first moment...

when she was wiping the
potato salad off my face, I knew.

She was so beautiful.
Is. She is so beautiful.

How would you describe the sex?

This is not about sex.

- What isn't?
- This. Whatever this is.

If it's not about the
sex, what is it about?

- Ask her.
- I did.

- And she said...
- Said to ask you.

Ooh, boy!

- Well, you do have an angry laugh.
- Oh, admit it. I'm... I'm angry.

- At me or at her?
- At me for even coming down here.

This is a mess. There are
some serious explosives here.

I'm not going to know anything
until we get the pieces to the lab.

We're looking at a
high-order detonation.

Uh-huh. Would you say this bomb
was set by a amateur or professional?

- I won't know till I know.
- You got a victim's name?

Yeah. Aloysius Kuntz.
That's K. KU-N-T-Z.

- He was a warehouse manager.
- Well, he was clearly blue-collar.

He maxes out at 27,000 a year. Why
would anyone want to blow him up?

It could be the wife who
caught him two-timing.

Maybe the wife's two-timing him.

He'd have called in the
neighbourhood hit man, not a bomber.

- It could be drugs.
- Terrorists.

Kuntz doesn't sound like the
name of a member of the Hezbollah.

No, but how about the
Freemen of Montana?

The ATF and FBI
are on their way.

What? Those whackos
from Waco, they're on this?

- Hey, you guys.
- Hey, hey, Julianna!

You know agent Hannigan?

- Oh, hey, Gene. How are you?
- Dr Cox.

You are looking particularly
lovely this morning.

So are you. Stop sleeping
in your street clothes, though.

Oh, boy! I just love bombs.
They make the autopsies so easy.

Got something for you.

- Found an ear.
- Friends, Romans, countrymen.

- 'Ere today, gone tomorrow!
- You guys are so sick!

Mary is thinking of leaving you.

- To go where?
- Away from Baltimore.

She's never liked Baltimore.

She's always considered it a
sleepy little southern hamlet,

struggling to be
a world-class city.

Is she right?

- Baltimore is a brown town.
- Meaning?

Full of brown people.
Run by brown people.

I know Baltimore.
Baltimore is in my blood.

Is that why you came here?

NYPD would never
give me what I wanted.

- Which is?
- Advancement.

To homicide?

- She's not leaving.
- I hope you're right.

She would never dream
of taking my child from me.

You mean not permanently.

- This is her parents talking.
- You don't like her parents?

Her parents don't like me,
since I took their little girl away.

How does Mary feel about the bad
blood between you and her parents?

- It adds to her sense of isolation.
- Oh, her sense of isolation.

Mary's been visiting you
for I don't know how long,

and when she comes
home from these sessions,

her head is filled with nonsense
phrases like "sense of isolation".

Instead of being happier, she's more
miserable, more upset, more confused!

- Do something!
- What would you like me to do?

Help her!

You know what, Frank,
maybe that's why you're here.

To help her and yourself. It's like
what happened after the stroke.

I know you wanted to get
better, but you couldn't do that,

until you could admit to yourself
how truly debilitated you had become.

If you split the word therapist
in half, you know what you get?

The rapist.

'Doctor Miano, Mrs
Pembleton's here.'

Oh, goody, goody gumdrop.

Brodie, you're a gnat.

Shack was there when
the kid shot himself.

Maybe he was broken up over
seeing his friend commit suicide.

He wasn't broken up.
You've gotta bring this guy in.

Based on something you heard
someone say they overheard?

- That's seven degrees of separation.
- He shouldn't have left his apartment.

Why do you have such a
lump in your craw over this?

Whatever. Never mind.

- Kay, can I ask your advice?
- Shoot.

All right, let's say
that you had an instinct

that something
wasn't exactly kosher,

and the other person that should
also have that instinct doesn't.

Who's instinct would you trust?

- What's Munch done now?
- I didn't say anything about Munch.

- I saw you talking. What's up?
- If I tell you, he'll kill me.

I'm gonna kill that little worm.

No, you're not. You're
gonna follow up on the case.

What case? It's
a suicide, Sarge.

The ME found massive amounts
of cocaine in Bolaentera's system.

He decides his life was meaningless.
He was high and he killed himself.

Brodie says Shack sells drugs.

If Shack gave
Bolaentera the coke

and that led to the
suicide, he may be involved.

Brodie heard that Bolaentera and
Shack were playing Russian roulette.

- If so, again, he maybe involved.
- We have no proof.

There were two sets of fingerprints
on the gun Bolaentera used.

Shack probably
handed the gun to him!

There were five
bullets in the chambers.

You use one bullet when
you play Russian roulette.

A game you play a lot?

- What are you doing in my office?
- We needed a quiet place to talk.

Don't be sitting on my desk.
I just got through dusting.

When we first got together,
we made love all the time.

All over the place.

You know, we'd be
walking along real slow,

and then, all of a
sudden, there we'd be.

I remember one time we made love

under the dining room
table in my parents' house,

while they were upstairs asleep.

Well, it's perfectly natural
over a period of time

for the frequency of
sex to diminish a little.

It's not the frequency,
doctor. It's the...

the... intensity.

- You know why that is.
- Why is that, Frank?

When we first got married,
we waited to have children.

Then when everything was right,
when our careers were in place...

we tried, we tried and tried.

Then we began to frequent
doctors, fertility specialists,

who, like you, felt the need

to ask us all sorts of questions
about our sexual habits.

They poked and prodded. They
gave us triptychs to conceive.

They suggested
possible positions...

angles of entry.

Sex turned from a
glorious act of love into...

geometry.

It didn't have to be that way.

It doesn't have to
be that way now.

I mean, Frank, we have
our baby. We have Olivia.

But you... You're still treating
sex like you do your job.

You're detached.

I have never stopped
wanting to make love to you.

Make love to me,
Frank, or with me?

Look, it wasn't me who
started to sleep face-out.

I turned my face out because
you weren't there any more.

Mary, I had a stroke and the
blood pressure medications,

and you know the side
effects that's had on me.

Oh, come on, Frank.

You disappeared
long before the stroke.

- That's my fault, too?
- No.

Is that what you wanna hear?
OK. Everything is my fault.

- Frank...
- OK, there. There.

No. Let's do a litany of the
sins of Frank Pembleton!

Number one, I have a penis.

How I perform...
how I am satisfied,

how I satisfy the
woman I make love with

directly affects how
I feel about myself!

- You know what...
- Number two, I had a stroke!

In less than 60 seconds,

I was reduced to a
grovelling mass of grey matter.

I became totally dependent
upon you to feed me,

to clothe me, to wipe my ass.

How sexy am I supposed
to feel after that?

How attractive to my wife am I
going to be after something like that?

I will never have you
wiping my ass again!

So I'm being punished
because I was there for you?

What? I should have left
you lying in your own crap?

Maybe, maybe, maybe. Maybe, yes.

- Number three...
- What is number three, Mary?

- On the sins of Frank Pembleton.
- I'm all out.

- I can think of one or two.
- Start on your list.

- Fine. Pride. Too much damn pride.
- I'm proud of my pride.

You didn't used to be like this.

- Yes, I was, Mary. Always. Forever.
- No, no, no, no.

When I... When I first met you,

you believed in things,
other than yourself.

- Like?
- God.

- Oh. Oh, the great light show.
- God got you through your stroke.

No, God, as usual,
was in the next county

making hurricanes and
hunchbacked babies!

This is exactly what
I'm talking about.

It bothers me that you lost your
faith, and that you belittle mine.

- Why constantly bring it up?
- I want our daughter to be baptised.

I have put this off and put this off in
hope that you would come around,

but you'll never come around.

It's a lie, Mary. It's a lie.

You want me to pretend
to be something I'm not?

What kind of respect
will my child have for me,

if I don't stand up
for what I believe?

What do you believe in
now you've blown off God?

I believe in justice.
I believe in life.

You believe in homicide.

- Mary, it's the same thing!
- No, it's not.

And you know something,

if our daughter should die
outside of the state of grace,

I will never forgive you.

- Where are you going?
- You don't wanna be here. Neither do I.

Mary, I don't think
you should leave.

- What's the use?
- Mary, don't leave.

Thank you again, doctor.

Why don't you stay,
and we can talk?

I'm done talking. Talk has
only made things worse.

We've done backgrounds on Kuntz
and family, friends and associates.

- He's just your average Joe.
- No one had a reason to kill him?

Certainly not to the extreme
of sending him a bomb.

Maybe the bomb was
meant for someone else.

We'll check on everyone
else who works there.

- Talk about a needle in a haystack.
- Got a better idea?

See, this is you
being snarky, Timothy.

Do we know who
owns the warehouse?

Yeah. One, Gerald Ramondo.

He's a legitimate business guy
who transports electrical parts.

We're headed to talk to Alan
Shack on the Bolaentera case.

- Bolaentera suicide.
- Whatever. Come on, Munch.

Bayliss, line three.
Officer Hannigan.

What about the ATF and
the FBI? What are they doing?

What they usually do.
They're trying to exclude us.

Thank God it's their
red ball and not ours.

OK, OK. Be right there.

- What's going on?
- There's been another bombing.

- We appreciate you coming in.
- Did I have a choice?

- Nice shirt. Expensive.
- It's Nautica.

You pay for that with
your student loans?

'No. I have very
generous parents.'

'Oh. Where were you when
Nick Bolaentera killed himself? '

- 'I don't know.'
- You don't know?

- What time did he kill himself?
- Between 2:00 and 5:00pm.

I was at a whole bunch
of different places.

- One of them being home?
- No.

- Bolaentera a friend of yours?
- No.

If he wasn't a friend, what was
he doing in your apartment, hmm?

Get a lot of
strangers dropping by

when you're not around,
blowing their brains out?

We talked to his parents,
teachers, classmates.

According to them, he was jumpy,
nervous, but he wasn't despondent.

So if he weren't depressed, why
do you think he did what he did?

Sergeant Howard...
you are one tough chick.

I like tough chicks.

Oh, you and I should
do lunch sometime, huh?

- 'Oh, baby, yeah.'
- 'Oh, baby... '

- You're right, Brodie. He's guilty.
- Yeah, but of what?

How about we start
with him being a jerk?

If that were a punishable
crime, Brodie would be doing life.

Shack could've faked Bolaentera's
death to look like a suicide.

There was powder residue
on Bolaentera's hand

and the blowback from
the position of the weapon

are consistent with
a self-inflicted wound.

The way Shack's behaving,
there's gotta be more to it.

He's dealing drugs on campus.
He's not going to open up to cops.

All right, we'll find the
person Shack was bragging to

that Brodie's friend's
friend overheard.

I already tried to. No luck.

We're detective pros,
and we'll find him, all right?

I know you will.

- You're welcome to come with us.
- No. I have things to do.

- What about Shack?
- He's free to go. Cut Shack loose.

- Frank?
- Yes?

- You're back.
- Yeah.

- Well, how did it go?
- It?

What you had to go and do.

It went great. Life is
harmony. I gotta pee.

Well, the deceased's name
is Kenneth Patrick Corcoran.

I know that name.
He's an attorney, huh?

- Not any more. Is this the same bomb?
- It looks that way.

- Damn!
- So we've got a repeater?

Either that, or a coincidence.

We gotta figure out who Kuntz
and this Corcoran knew in common,

and why they want
'em pulverised.

- Maybe this will help.
- What's that?

Korean character. Looks
like it was part of the device.

What's it stand for?

- Do I look Korean?
- Er... No.

Wish I could remember where
I recognise that guy's name.

'In Baltimore, Maryland,

'two bombs have exploded in
the last 24 hours, killing two men.

'The Baltimore Bomb
Squad, the ATF and the FBI

'have joined forces to
find the person responsible,

'but at this hour they're not certain
whether the two bombings are linked.

'The first explosion went
off very early this morning,

'killing a Baltimore
warehouse manager.

'The second bomb killed a
Baltimore defence attorney.

'We'll follow this story
as it continues to unfold.'

- Hey, what's up?
- Hey.

Your friends from Homicide have
been asking a lot of questions about me.

They're detectives.
They ask questions.

- I mean, it's genetic.
- Let me tell you something, Brod-eye.

They got nothing, and
they won't get nothing.

- That's a double negative.
- Yeah, so's this.

What? What? Go ahead.

Nah. I like you.

- Give my bud a Bud.
- I don't wanna drink with you.

I'd be careful
walking home tonight.

Ow!

Hey, howdy, partner. I saw
you on TV earlier on today.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

How was my hair?

Mike, do you have any leads yet?

I have spent the entire day
with the FBI and the ATF,

the Baltimore Bomb
Squad and the Arson Unit,

and the ever snarky Tim Bayliss.

I'm hoping the bomber's
next victim is me.

Ouch!

- Figured out that Korean letter?
- Honour.

So you're looking for
an honourable bomber?

Yeah, I guess so.
Well, I hate red balls.

You go to your urologist
to get that cleared up!

Hey, Dr Cox. Welcome,
welcome, welcome.

Yeah, what a night.
Just got a speeding ticket.

- Congrats. Have a drink.
- Then go drive some more!

Wild Turkey, please.
Straight up. Double.

- What are you drinking, Munch?
- What I had for breakfast.

- Oh, Munch, Munch, Munch!
- Well, you know me.

The cemetery just called in. They
delivered my father's headstone.

My mother wants me to go
out there and check the spelling.

So?

So I don't want to go.

But I thought you
liked cemeteries.

You know, peace and
quiet. The sense of infinity.

I got it.

Since he died, none of
that makes sense any more.

- Brodie's at Mercy Hospital.
- What happened?

- Somebody beat him up.
- Oh, man.

You guys are my alibi.

I thought you were going home.

- Were you happily married?
- Yes. Very.

You think you still would
be, if your wife hadn't died?

What?

Would your wife eventually have
had enough of you and walked away?

I never thought about it
before. I don't want to now.

- Did she have a job?
- Nah. She raised up three kids.

- Did she resent your job?
- No, she...

worried the long-term
effect it would have on me

and the potential danger.

- She hated it when it kept us apart.
- Yeah, of course.

- You and Mary having problems?
- Just a little snag is all.

Mary can't see
why I love my job.

She can't see that
what I do is a calling,

and she's a very successful
lobbyist down there in Washington.

But that's not a calling.
That's salesmanship.

She's passionate about
the causes she fights for.

But she can leave her job on
l-95 before she even gets home.

Mary can... Mary can forget.

I wonder what it'd be like to have a
job where I'm paid more to care less.

Mary pulls down a nice
salary. Better than mine.

Oh, you're lucky to
have two pay cheques.

Oh, yes, I'm a lucky man.
I'm a lucky, lucky man.

- I'm cold.
- Me, too.

Let's go inside.

What we do down
here is important.

We speak for those who can...

no longer speak for themselves.

I was a cop when she first met
me. I never lied to her about that.

Hey, Brodie! You OK?

Oh, hey, hey, hey.
Ssh. You all right?

- He broke my camera.
- Forget about the camera, huh?

- How's your head?
- It's hard.

- Who was it?
- It was Shack, Alan Shack.

- You saw him?
- No, but it was him! It was him!

Yeah, well, I'll pick him up, but
you've got to make a positive ID, huh?

- I didn't see him.
- How am I gonna charge him?

That's OK. I've figured out a
way to get him to come clean.

I've figured out a way to get
him to tell us what happened.

Jeez! What are you doin'?

Aloysius Kuntz and
Corcoran's lives didn't touch.

Corcoran was a lawyer,
maybe he represented Kuntz.

He didn't. He didn't represent
someone against Kuntz.

Yesterday two guys received
similar packages of similar explosives.

- There's got to be a connection.
- I agree.

Come on!

- Hey!
- I'm outta here.

- Where are you goin'?
- In court on the Middleton case.

- Yeah. Have fun.
- A barrel.

Come on!

You're the primary on these
bombings. What do we do now?

- We hide.
- Hide?

Yeah. We're about
to meet the press.

Hey, Sergeant, I've
read Sky King his rights.

Sky King?

Go on, sit down. Make
yourself comfortable.

You like videotapes?

I love videotapes. I
rent them all the time.

I hate going to the movies, and
I don't care what Coppola says,

"Apocalypse Now" plays
better on the small screen.

What we have here is
better than "Apocalypse Now".

More revealing than "America's
Funniest Home Videos".

What we have here is the
perpetration of a criminal act, huh?

Honest-to-God real crime.

Unbeknownst to us, our colleagues
in Narcotics have been on your trail.

They were about to arrest you for
selling illegal chemical substances.

- What?
- Yeah.

They set up a camera
across from your house.

Surprise, surprise.

Here you are, coming home after a hard
day hitting the books and pushing coke.

- That's a spiffy car you got there.
- Not much happens for a while.

Why don't you fast-forward
to the good stuff?

All righty, Alan. Now
you pay close attention.

Not so much to what
you see, as what you hear.

You were in the apartment
when Bolaentera died.

Wanna tell us what happened?

I wanna lawyer, but
I wanna make a deal.

'Gonna have that lunch
date in Jessup, huh? '

Colonel Barnfather's not happy.

- He's never happy.
- I'm not happy.

- Oh.
- Make me happy, Bayliss.

Find the bomber now.

We've got three city units and two
federal agencies working together.

- Something's gotta give...
- I did it. I connected the dots.

- What dots?
- Between Kuntz and Corcoran.

I knew I recognised
this guy's name.

He was defence attorney
for William Lawless.

Lawless? Who's Lawless?

- The shooter who killed Tomo Roh.
- Roh? Who's Roh?

A Korean grocer who gave
Mahoney a hard time for selling drugs.

Mahoney hires
Lawless to kill Roh.

He hired Corcoran to get
Lawless off, which he did.

- What about the other guy?
- Kuntz was the jury foreman.

- Let's talk to Tomo Roh's family.
- It's just his wife and his son Ben.

My guess is the son
is out for revenge.

- Should we call our FBI compatriots?
- Later.

Mary, I've been thinkin'
about what you said,

about Livvy dying without grace.

Yeah, I'm willing to go
through with the baptism.

You set it up,
and I'll be there.

OK. I love you, sweetie.

After my husband was murdered,
Ben was very depressed.

How did he react when
William Lawless was set free?

He got very angry. I tried to calm
him down. He would not listen.

- Where's Ben now?
- Working.

He delivers packages
for Unified Delivery.

Kellerman!

Kellerman!

Who else would Ben
Roh consider responsible

for his father's killer
being set off scot-free?

Danvers was the prosecutor,
and Aandahl was the judge.

Call Hannigan. Tell him to the get
bomb squad down to the courthouse.

- I just remembered Meldrick's there.
- Julianna's there, too.

- Hi.
- Hey, how you doing?

- All right.
- What you got there?

- I have a delivery for Judge Aandahl.
- She's in court, but I can take that.

- Can you sign for it?
- Yeah. Sure.

- Right by the X.
- Okey-doke. There you are.

- Thank you.
- Wonder what it is.

- Maybe a Valentine's Day present.
- Looks like a big one, huh?

- Lewis?
- Hey, there, Bones.

Are you here testifying
for the Middleton trial?

- Yeah. You, too, huh?
- Oh, yeah.

You might as well sit down.
We're gonna be here for a while.

No. Danvers said he needed
me at 3:00 and it's 3:00.

They are in there arguing
some motion or another.

So we have to wait
because they're arguing?

Yep.

Worst part of
testifying is the waiting.

Well, that depends on
who you're waiting with.

Bolaentera used
to sell blow for me,

but he was using more
than he was selling

to the tune of about five grand.

I told him if he ripped
me off again, I'd kill him.

But coke fiends,
they just don't listen.

I got home, and he was
desperate for a bump.

He was jonesing so bad. So
bad he'd have done anything.

I told him I'd give him some
after we played Russian roulette,

and so I handed him the
gun and said, "You first."

I didn't tell him there were
bullets in every chamber.

How's your head, Brodie?

Better than yours.

I don't why I don't
wanna go to the cemetery

and visit my father's
headstone, I don't know.

I just can't accept the
reality of his death yet.

Speaking of reality, what's
going on with you and Kellerman?

- Nothing.
- Come on, Julie C. Don't snow me!

What?

Who was it that had me
racing around town last week,

chasing after him and his
two knucklehead brothers?

You said, "I don't know
why I care for the guy."

I don't know why I care
about the guy, all right?

He's such a jerk half the time.

Yeah, right. Yeah, yeah.
We slept together once.

This is how screwed up it
is. Then we go on a date.

We've been sniffing around
each other ever since then.

I don't know, I like the guy. He's
complicated, though, I'll tell you.

And he's been going through
some rough times lately, you know.

- Yeah, well, so have you.
- Yeah.

So have you, from what I hear.
How's that going with your wife?

Yeah, well, it's...

better.

Good.

So Sergeant Howard and
Detective Munch convinced Shack

that the tape was from
Narcotics, but I shot it all yesterday.

I waited all day for
the guy to get home.

- And the gunshot?
- I added it in the editing room.

A big gamble. Remind me
never to play poker with you!

- OK.
- Nice work, kiddo.

Come on, Munch. We'll
finish up that paperwork.

- Munch?
- Yes, Gee.

- Something to say to Brodie?
- Something like thank you?

I don't think so. He
helped me put one down.

He didn't give me his Tito
Puente record collection.

Hey, Brodie, look. Don't
let him get you down, man.

You did good.

- Did I?
- Yeah.

Lieutenant, when you offered
me this job I was really happy.

I can honestly say that
I've done the best job I can,

but these detectives, you know,
they don't want to give me any credit.

I've been here over a year,
and they're making fun of me.

They treat me like I'm a kid.

Do you want me to
order them to love you?

Send out a memo saying,
"Please be nice to Brodie"?

If you want their respect, you
have to earn it. Understand?

- That's what I'm trying to do.
- Try harder.

- That's your advice, try harder?
- That's my advice.

- Hey!
- What?

- Today's Valentine's Day.
- No, it is not. It is?

I used to get so excited
about Valentine's Day.

See how many cards I'd get. If
I'd be in heaven or heartbroken.

See if lan Durham sent me one.
That was all in the sixth grade.

Hey, Valentine's Day ain't
nothing but a Hallmark holiday.

Just an opportunity for mega
corporations to make mega profits.

- Saint Valentine is a real saint.
- No, go on!

What some guy running
around with a bow and arrow,

shooting lovers in the heart?

That's Cupid! What's
the matter with you?

- You know what I'm gonna do?
- What?

I'm gonna order up
my wife some flowers.

- Smart move, my friend.
- Mm-hm. Do the same to Kellerman.

I don't think he's a
hearts-and-flowers guy.

I'll send him a marlin!

"Dear Parents, you have come
here to present this child for baptism.

"By water and the Holy Spirit,

"she is to receive the gift of
new life from God who is life.

"You must make it
your constant care

"to bring her up in
the practice of the faith.

"See that the divine
life, which God gives her,

"is kept safe from
the poison of sin

"to grow always
stronger in her heart."

Out of the way!

Get out of here now!

- Get out now! Go! Go!
- What is going?

Come on! Leave it! Just come on!

Oh, God!

Did Judge Aandahl
receive any packages?

She's got one on her
desk. Wait. What's going on?

Check Danver's office for a device.
Then sweep the entire courthouse.

Olivia, I baptise you in
the name of the Father...

of the Son, of the Holy Spirit.

- Mary, Mary...
- You're late.

I got hung up on
case. I'm sorry.

I didn't mean... I'm sorry.

Here. You hold her.

Hey, baby.

Frank, I'm going away for a
while, and I'm taking Olivia with me.

That's... That's
not right, Mary.

- Livvy's my child, too.
- If you really believed that, you...

Look, if you acted like
that, I wouldn't be leaving.

I mean, you love the idea of
being a husband and a father,

but you don't actually
want to be one.

You're more comfortable with
the guys, standing over a corpse,

than changing
your baby's diapers.

Mary, you... You and Livvy...
You and Livvy are important to me.

But not as important, hmm?

You were hell-bent on
recovering from that stroke,

because you wanted to
get back out on the street.

- That's not true, Mary.
- Yes, it is.

Mary, please...

Look, Frank, we have
nothing more to talk about, OK?

At least not until
you can admit that...

You care more about dead strangers
than you do about your own family.

That's not true.

That's not true,
Mary. That's not true.

Hello.

- Everyone stand by.
- 'Is that our boy? '

'10-4, 223, let him
get clear of the van.'

Go!

Get on your knees!
Get on your knees!

Put your hands on your head!

I'm proud of what I've done.
I've defended my father's honour.

Get up!

Know what? You
dishonoured your father.

Why didn't you blow
up Luther Mahoney?

I was saving him for last.

♪ And when the rain comes down

♪ You feel like a waste of time

♪ Fall into those open arms

♪ Don't explain

♪ It's all a
patchwork from above

♪ It's all that you've
been dreaming of

♪ And when you
land, you kiss, you love

♪ And you don't explain

♪ Lover holds you when others go

♪ Covers you with another soul

♪ Stands behind you
when you stand alone

♪ And you don't explain

♪ And when the rain comes down

♪ You feel like a waste of time

♪ Fall into those open arms

♪ Don't explain

♪ And when the rain comes down

♪ You feel like a waste of time

♪ Fall into those open arms

♪ Don't explain ♪