Homicide: Life on the Street (1993–1999): Season 5, Episode 6 - White Lies - full transcript

♪ Hey you

♪ Have you done something
lately for you, uh-huh

♪ Hey you

♪ To feel good it's
only for you, uh-huh

♪ Hey you

♪ It's another great
day for you, uh-huh

♪ Hey you

♪ I've been so lonely for you

♪ I can't go on for you

♪ I can't go on for you

♪ I can't go on for you



♪ Won't you tell
me what's wrong... ♪

Hey, Mikey? I saw
your picture in the paper.

You, all of Baltimore and 23
counties from Worcester to Frederick.

- Feel lousy, huh?
- Whatever.

Young Roland's a real pro,
almost as bad as his dad.

He's worse.

How many buildings
has he burnt down?

Six that I know of.

I remember that warehouse
fire on Moncrieff and Duparc.

- Moncrieff and Dobson.
- Right.

- Must've got a bundle on the insurance.
- A million two.

- And he offered you how much?
- I don't wanna talk about this.

He must've flashed a lot of cash. I
can see how that could be tempting.

Maybe for you.



- What's that supposed to mean?
- Why are you asking these questions?

- I'm just being supportive.
- That's what this is?

Hey, hey, kids, kids! Come
on, what's the hoopla here?

I was talkin' to him about
the article in "The Sun".

- You were giving me the third degree.
- If I was grilling you, you'd know it.

- I'm outta here.
- What's the matter? Hey... wait!

Mikey! Tim?

Just remember, Bayliss, you
can't believe everything you read.

About me? No. About
Kellerman? Maybe.

This better be good, Lewis.
I didn't come here for coffee.

There's too many busybodies
in the squad room, Gee.

- I gotta talk to you privately.
- Sit down. We'll talk.

Yeah, it's about Mikey.

The answer's no about Mikey.

I ain't asked you nothin' yet.

I can't put Kellerman back on the street.
I'd like to, I need to, but I can't do it.

Come on. Everybody's tiptoeing
around the guy like he's oozin' E coli.

He's tough. He'll
get through this.

He shouldn't have to. What happened
to innocent until proven otherwise?

Ain't that what we believe in?

- The decision is not mine.
- We gotta be able to do something.

The gods have
conspired against this shift.

I can no longer help Kellerman,
heal Pembleton's mind

or bring Russert
back from Paris.

I'll tell you something.

You can fight love, you can fight
nature, but you can't fight the Feds.

They're railroading
the guy, Gee.

All right, all right!
Police officer.

- You're beautiful. She's beautiful.
- She's dead.

Correct. For bonus
points, can you tell me why?

- If I could take a look at the body.
- Be my guest.

Thank you. Help me roll her.

- What's her name?
- Nina Josephson-Engle, 28 years old.

- Who called it in?
- The husband, Philip Engle.

He came home from a
business trip and found her.

- Where is he now?
- Out in the yard.

- He kept crying. We took him outside.
- I want to talk to the poor cluck.

Don't bring him in unless he's
calmed down. Talk to me, Dr Cox.

No visible signs of trauma.
No blood, minimal rigor.

I'd say she's been dead
about four or five hours.

- Can you tell me the cause of death?
- Well, she wasn't shot, stabbed...

strangled or bludgeoned.
- Bayliss said you were brilliant.

If I were, I'd tell you how she
died as opposed to how she didn't.

- Help me roll her back.
- I hate this kind of cases.

A dealer with a hole in
his head, I can handle.

Abusive husband with
a knife in his heart...

- Her eyes...
- Did they move?

- No, she's got makeup on.
- So?

Most women take off
their makeup before bed.

Not the women I know.

- All right?
- I'm fine. I wanna get through this.

- We can go in the living room.
- I wanna be near my wife.

They'll take her
out of here soon.

So you were in San
Francisco for what, three days?

Yeah, on a business trip.
I took the red eye home.

- Must they go through her drawers?
- It's just routine.

- What time did you get in?
- Our plane landed at 6:14.

I was home by seven
and I came upstairs.

- Nina was sleeping.
- Did you try to wake her?

No, I went downstairs...
to make some eggs.

When they were finished, I
called her, but she didn't answer.

So you came back upstairs?

- Do they need take so many pictures?
- They're almost done.

Did you notice doors
or windows open?

- Anything suspicious?
- No, nothing.

Did your wife have medical problems,
high blood pressure, diabetes?

- Is she on any kind of medication?
- No... Where are they taking her?

They're taking her to the Medical
Examiner's office for an autopsy.

- I'll go with her.
- That's not a good idea. Believe me.

Are you done with the questions?
I should call Nina's mother.

Of course. But you'll have to
come down to headquarters with me.

- Why?
- Cos we have no cause for her death.

- What? She died in her sleep.
- This is just part of the investigation.

Oh. Can I at least say goodbye?

Sure, of course.

Psst! Doc?

How long is this
autopsy gonna take?

- A couple of hours for the prelim.
- Call me the second you find anything.

- What if I don't find anything?
- You'll find somethin'. This guy's lying.

- I've been working on the Lambert case.
- Lambert case?

Yeah. Th-there was a soda
can found in Alison Lambert's car.

Un-under the seat.

- The Lambert case.
- Yeah.

I haven't thought about the Lambert
case in weeks, but there was a soda can.

It was under her
seat. It was ginger ale.

- Eh, a-any prints?
- Yes.

- The vi... victim's?
- Nope.

They could've belonged the
shooter. It could've been his can.

Sure, or her boyfriend's or
brother's, cousin's or friend's.

Anyone have any staples?

The fingerprints could've belonged
to anyone who ever rode in that car.

- We didn't get a match.
- No.

No match, no er... Thanks.
No witness, no motive.

Hmm. Must... must be something?

Frank, the Lambert case was worked
as hard as any case can be worked.

Now, if I have a lead, I
am gonna pursue it, OK?

But right now, I don't have any
leads. It's not for lack of trying.

All right? I gotta go upstairs.

Look, look. OK.

I know you are just trying to help, and
if it's gonna make you feel any better,

I am going to have the lab rerun
the prints on Alison Lambert's car.

OK?

- Mitch Roland.
- And you are?

Detective Mike Kellerman.

- You have an appointment?
- He knows who I am.

Mr Roland, there's a
Detective Kellerman to see you?

Yes. I'll tell him.

Mr Roland can't see you right now.
He suggests a meeting for next week.

- That's not gonna work for me.
- Excuse me!

Excuse me, you
can't go back there!

Wait a minute. Excuse me,
you're gonna have to wait.

Mike Kellerman!

I was wondering when you'd show
up. You don't like making appointments?

I don't like gettin' jacked
around by scum like you.

- What can I do for you?
- Call "The Sun", tell 'em this is crap.

Doesn't look like crap to me.
Looks like you're guilty as sin.

By the way, that's
a terrible photo.

You got burned by your own fire,

and now you're lying to
the Feds just to screw me.

What do you want me to say?
You got me? I was wrong all along?

- I never took a penny from you.
- That's not what I recall.

- I wouldn't touch your money.
- Don't get worked up.

Admit you jumped offsides
and get on with the game.

I'm not even in the game?

- Let the Grand Jury settle this.
- Let's settle it now.

What? You want to fight me?

- Yeah. Are you scared of clean fight?
- You want a piece of me?

You want to take
a swing. Go ahead.

Get up!

- 'Take a deep breath, Kellerman.'
- Who's that?

'You're in enough trouble. A
fight's not going to help you.'

- Who's on the phone, Roland?
- Gail Ingram, Assistant US Attorney.

- She's been on the whole time?
- 'I heard every word.'

Well, hear this. Mitch
Roland is a lying son of a bitch.

'Hey. Mitch Roland
is a Federal witness.

'Lntimidating a Federal
witness is against the law.'

Your Federal witness is punk.

- That was fun, wasn't it?
- 'Save it for the Grand Jury, Roland.'

I don't want to hear
it. The answer is no.

- It wasn't that bad.
- It was! You cause a lot of trouble.

- I didn't do it on purpose.
- Didn't do it on purpose?

- What?
- What? The answer is no, Brodie.

You're not staying
at my house anymore.

Hey, Kay. Stay away from
this man. He's a home-wrecker.

I'm gonna go live
in a cardboard box.

What was that?

Bayliss threw me out. Lewis
says I'm wreckin' his marriage.

Everybody hates me. I'll
go live in a cardboard box.

Be sure and get one from a
Frigidaire 28 ZGE. They're the biggest.

I'm gonna bury myself underground
and let the maggots eat me alive.

Stop it. You can
stay at my house.

I'm gonna go shoot
myself in rocket to Mar...

- What'd you say?
- I said you can stay at my house.

- Where?
- My house, with me.

L-l-I don't think that's
such a good idea.

Sure it is. You can
move in tonight.

Sit down.

Can you tell us where you
were, Detective Kellerman?

Where I was when?

Just now, before you came into
the squad room, where were you?

I was at Thames Street
having a turkey burger.

Turkey burger, my ass. You
were in Mitch Roland's office.

- Have we met?
- Over the phone. I'm Gail Ingram.

Assistant US Attorney.

I'm heading this investigation,
and you owe me a thankyou.

For what?

My supervisor heard you visited our
key witness and went through the roof.

He was shouting obstruction of
justice, ready to press charges.

I convinced him to hold
off under one condition.

- And what's that?
- You're suspended.

What?

I'm already on administrative
duty, now I'm suspended?

Until the Grand Jury
finishes its probe.

But this is...

This is completely insane, Gee.

Roland offers me money and I refuse.
He's off the hook and I'm suspended?

How is that justice?

- Give me your gun and your badge.
- Hold on.

In the interest of justice,
I'll offer you a deal.

How come I think your deal
has come off a stacked deck?

Mitch Roland has agreed to take
a polygraph. Would you take one?

If Kellerman passes,
he's back on duty?

- Back to administrative, yes.
- I want back on the street.

He's kidding me, right?

Take what little you can get.

OK. I agree.

4:30 at the Federal Building.

Until you pass the polygraph, we
still need your badge and your weapon.

What about saliva?

No, you're OK. I don't...
don't see anything.

Saliva on the top of the
can. Did you get a sample?

- Still workin' on the Lambert case?
- Did you get a sample?

No, saliva won't
lead us to a shooter.

You get DNA from saliva,

then when y-you get a
shooter, if you get a shooter,

you... you check his DNA
against the DNA on the can.

And... and if they match, then you
know that your shooter killed er...

killed er...
- Alison Lambert?

Killed Alison. Your
shooter killed Alison...

Why are you wearing yourself
out, Frank? Huh? It's a cold case.

W-w-where's the... the
can, Evidence Control?

You're not gonna
listen to me, are you?

- What?
- Exactly. Yeah.

The can, it's in
Evidence Control.

It's a wild goose chase, Frank.

- Hey, Dr Cox.
- Hey.

Visiting twice in two weeks? Gotta
be a record for the ME Department.

What can I tell you? You
guys have better coffee.

Mm-hm. Who screwed
up this time? Higby again?

- I didn't say anybody screwed up.
- Why on earth would you be here?

Mmm. I dunno, maybe I
just wanted to see you again.

- Who'd you really come to see?
- Detective Munch. Is he around?

Well, you know, I er... I
don't know where he's at.

Wouldn't happen to
be in the Box, would he?

Nope. Don't think so.

- Oh, well. Thanks anyway, Detective.
- Anytime. My pleasure.

Hey, hey! Doctor, you're not
allowed in the observation room there.

Why not? There's
nobody in the Box.

You work with Kellerman
everyday. You tell me.

- What was he doing over at Roland's?
- He was provoked.

- Please, by what?
- By the article in "The Sun" paper.

He's been under suspicion for weeks,
he sees his face on the front page,

he knows everyone in
the city thinks he's dirty.

I'd call that a provocation.

- "The Sun" ran a story this morning?
- Don't play dumb, Gail.

- You know you read it.
- I skimmed it.

- The question is, who leaked the story?
- I have no idea.

- You have no idea?
- You think I did?

Maybe. Maybe you didn't. But
I've known you for a long while.

There's a heart that beats
under all that political ambition.

And it's thumping away.

Go easy on my detective. Find
out what you need to do your job.

But keep the details out of the
press until we know the truth.

He's accused of pocketing
large sums of Roland's money.

He didn't.

- He's been in Homicide a year...
- A year and a half.

How do you know
what he did in Arson?

I have indisputable blind
faith, the same as I have in you.

I love my four-year-old
through and through.

- Oh, Mac's four years already?
- Yeah.

But do I believe him every time
he looks at me with those big eyes

and says, "I didn't do it"?

Sure.

Now who's playing dumb?

I don't understand why I'm here. I
told you everything I can remember.

- I'm gettin' all the details correctly.
- You're giving me a headache.

'Would you like aspirin?
Bayer, Excedrin, Bufferin? '

- 'Any one is fine.'
- 'A few more questions first.

'You checked on your
wife then made breakfast? '

- 'Yes.'
- 'What did you make? '

'I've already told
you, scrambled eggs.'

That's right. You know, I didn't see
any eggs in your kitchen this morning.

I didn't see any frying pan on
the stove or plates on the table.

- I cleaned up.
- You cleaned up?

Was that before or after
you called the ambulance?

After.

So your wife's not breathing and
you take the time to wash the dishes?

I didn't know what else to do.

She was already dead?
How do you know?

I checked her pulse. I have answered
everything twice. I can't think straight.

Try a little harder, Mr
Engle. For Nina's sake?

Can I at least get
something for my head?

- Can I get aspirin in here?
- Munch. I've got some.

- Shouldn't you be at the morgue?
- I finished the prelim on Nina Engle.

No skin under the fingernails,
no abrasions, no contusions.

- No fractures and no semen.
- You're telling me you found nothing?

- I thought I'd tell you in person.
- Checkin' up on me?

Tox screens will be a few hours.
For the time being, cause is pending.

Pending is the biggest
killer in Maryland.

The husband, without cause of
death, I got nothin' against him.

Yeah, which is why you
should let him go home.

What?

His wife is dead. I don't think he
needs you torturing him on top of that.

I'm gonna keep him in there
until his story makes some sense.

You can't charge him on
instinct. You need evidence.

Why don't you just wait for the
final report, and then go after him?

Did somebody make you a Detective?
Last time I checked, you were an ME?

- Yeah, I am. That means this is my call.
- I'm running this murder investigation.

There is no murder investigation
till I say there's a murder.

Can I talk to you?

Hey, I took that can to Trace
Analysis. There was no saliva on it.

It's a moot point...

But they found traces of
lipstick, so I figured you're right.

One of Alison's friends
probably did drink ginger ale.

- Probably...
- Unless the shooter was a woman...

- No, she's not. I mean, he's not.
- What?

We got a partial hit
from a smudge print.

- Off the soda can?
- No, off the steering wheel.

That's what I've
been trying to tell you.

See, the lab ran another check.

This time Printrak gave a name,
Samuel J Colby of Highlandtown.

He wasn't in the system the first time
through, and he's got three fresh priors,

and he's got a thing for red cars,
so I'm gonna pick him up now.

- You're gonna put him in the Box?
- I am, Frank. I am.

This ain't right. My partner
gets suspended, nobody tells me.

- I'm telling you now.
- What'll happen to him?

He's agreed to take
a lie detector test.

If he passes, maybe this whole
tempest will be behind him.

Four copies, please.

- What if he don't pass?
- You doubt his word?

Not for a second. I just
don't trust those polygraphs.

You know that even
those lie detectors can lie.

- I say he shouldn't take the test.
- If he refuses, he looks guilty.

- This definitely ain't right, Gee.
- I never said it was.

- The Engle case?
- The Engle case.

- Which technically is not a case yet.
- What's the ME say?

- That woman's got an answer for...
- That woman has a name.

Dr Cox will not give
me a cause of death.

- I can't go after my main suspect.
- The husband?

- His story doesn't hold up.
- You had him in the Box.

Until Cox came along and said this isn't
a murder until she says it's a murder?

Since when do we listen to the
ME regarding police procedure?

You think the guy is lyin',
push him, see if he cracks.

There must be somethin' you saw
at the crime scene that you could use.

Sorry to disturb you. I
brought something for you.

- Nina's wedding band. Thanks.
- Mind if I come in?

- There's people here...
- I won't be long.

What can I do for
you, Detective?

- That's a nice Klausch.
- Thank you.

- I forgot to ask you one question.
- Go ahead.

- Did your wife wear makeup?
- Sure.

- Every day?
- I don't know about every day.

If she went to work, we
went out or something.

- To sleep?
- What does it have to do with anything?

- Your wife had makeup on this morning.
- She did?

- You didn't notice?
- Is everything all right?

Yeah, it's fine. This is
Nina's mother. It's OK, it's fine.

- Were you a friend of Nina's?
- Detective Munch, Homicide.

- Homicide?
- It's just for the paperwork.

- Nina died in her sleep.
- Gladys...

Could you all go have
some coffee, please?

- Phil?
- Ma, it's just gonna be a second.

Thank you all very much.

- You lied to her mother?
- I didn't lie.

- What really happened here?
- I told you. I came home...

You went upstairs, your wife
was asleep, you came downstairs.

- I heard it before. I don't buy it!
- Do me a favour and hold it down?

- OK. Sure.
- Thank you.

Say I believe it. You made
breakfast, you went upstairs.

Nina wasn't breathing, you went
back downstairs. I mean, I don't get it.

Help me out here.

It's like it still doesn't tell me
how your wife died, does it, Philip?

- Her heart stopped.
- That's what you told her family?

A 28-year-old healthy woman,
her heart stopped just like that?

- It happens...
- You know where your wife is now?

She's on the autopsy table.
They're looking at her heart.

Her right ventricle, her
left ventricle, her valves.

They're checking for blocked
arteries, abnormalities.

And they'll find it if
something's wrong.

If her heart is healthy, they'll go
on to her other organs, her brain,

her stomach, her
liver, her kidneys.

They're gonna draw her
blood, her bile, her urine.

They'll send it to the
lab and in a few hours

we'll know exactly
what killed your wife.

You know and you're not
telling! That's her family!

They have every right
to know how Nina died!

It wasn't her heart, Philip!

What happened to your wife?

- It was my fault.
- Excuse me?

It was all my fault.

I'm sorry. Oh, Nina, I'm sorry.

- Sergeant?
- Huh?

- Can I talk to you in private?
- You bet.

I've been thinkin'
about it and I don't...

- I shouldn't stay with you tonight.
- Why not?

Look, like I said, I don't
think it's a good idea.

You can stay with Munch, Lewis,
Bayliss, but not with me? I don't get it.

- The other guys, they're...
- What?

- They're guys, you know?
- So?

Well, you're a girl,
a woman. A woman.

You're a woman with wild red
hair. I can't stay with you. No way.

Afraid I'll chain you to the
bedpost, cover you with butter?

- Think I'll try something?
- My only problem is... I know you won't.

Oh, Brodie! We'll meet up at the
end of shift, we'll drive over there.

We'll get a movie and
I'll make some popcorn.

- OK.
- OK.

I'll bring the butter.

- Ever own a car, Samuel?
- Yeah.

- Hmm. What kind?
- '86 Tercel.

Oh, that's a good car.
What colour was it?

- Light blue.
- That's a good colour.

Myself, you know,
I like red cars.

- You like red cars?
- Like 'em OK.

Yeah, I know you do. You
want to know how I know?

'Got this printout here in my
hands. Got your name on it.

'Lt lists three arrests with three stolen
vehicles over the past two months.'

One Mercury Sable,
one Ford Taurus

and one Toyota Camry,
all three of them red.

- Those charges were dropped.
- Alison Lambert had a red car.

- Who?
- Oh...

Didn't you have a
plan, Sam? Huh?

Alison Lambert was just
supposed to unbuckle her seat belt,

give the keys to you
and jump out the door?

And all you wanted to do was go
for a test drive, a quick spin, joyride.

Didn't think she'd object, did you?
Hmm? No, didn't expect to fire that gun.

Cos you're a car thief, not a killer.
You didn't expect to fire that gun.

'But, Samuel, see, once you did,
you should've gotten out of town, man,

'dumped Alison's body at the side of
the road and jumped out of Baltimore.'

Because now...

now we got your fingerprints
all over that shiny red exterior.

- What?
- And on the steering wheel, too.

Yeah, you should
have kept on drivin'.

You could be in
California by now.

California.

Glidin' down the Pacific Coast
Highway without a worry on your mind,

the sunroof open, the music
blasting, the wind blowin' in your hair

and a beautiful woman
by your side, hmm?

I want a lawyer.

Man... Man! God!

You lost him.

Yeah. OK, Frank.
Yeah, I lost him.

- OK? You don't need to tell me that!
- L-I saw it happen, the exact moment.

- You... you want to hear when?
- Hmm? No. No. I know what I did.

The fingerprints! You
had him on the fingerprints.

- You were close. But then...
- What? Then what?

You stood up. You...
you... you stood up!

Now you're telling me when to
stand up and when to sit down!

This is not church, Frank! This
is not physical therapy, man!

You gotta sit in
that chair and wait.

Instead, you start in
on this California thing,

the sun, the breeze, the girl.

That's you, not him.

You got lost in your own
f-f-fantasy and forgot about the kid.

If I had been in there, he'd be
on his way to lock-up as we speak.

I forgot, cos you're the
expert, you own the Box.

You get the confessions
nobody else can get.

His fingerprints were all
over the steering wheel!

Yeah, I would have gotten
the confession with that, yeah!

- You could have done it with that?
- Yes!

That's good. Then go ahead.

L-l-I can't.

Well, wait a minute. You
just said that you could.

L-I'm... I'm not allowed to.

I'm re... restricted to ad...
ad... administrative duties.

That... that means the
desk er... the... the phone.

The Box is off...
off limits. L-I er...

l-l-I can't go in there.

Screw the rules.

Go ahead, Frank.

I can't.

I gotta get him a lawyer.

Engle confessed
to killing his wife.

- Really? Did he say how?
- Wouldn't say how or why.

He just said that he did it and hasn't
spoken since. He's on suicide watch.

Yeah, well, he didn't kill her, Munch.
Nina Engle died of a heroine overdose.

The lab found 1,600mgs
in her heart blood.

For her size, half that
would've knocked her off.

There were no tracks.
You checked her arms.

Between her toes and under her tongue,
but not up her nose. She snorted it.

He forced her to do it.
He made her overdose.

He forced her to put 1,600mgs up
her nose? That is close to impossible.

If he wanted her death to look like
an overdose, why hide the drugs?

- This is absolutely her doing.
- He told me her death was his fault.

Oh, well, tox screens
don't lie. People do.

So I've wasted the last
eight hours of my life?

I was lied to at the scene!
I was lied to in the Box!

The guy says he did
the murder, that's a lie?

To top it off, I gotta tell
Gee and the State's Attorney

that I got a murder suspect
in jail and no murder.

So, are you mad at me,
at Engle or at yourself?

How about three-for-three?

- You gonna give me the report or not?
- It's all yours.

Thank you.

Don't you even wonder why?

- Why what?
- Why Engle lied.

I'm a Homicide Detective. The only time
I wonder why is when they tell the truth.

"I, Michael Scott Kellerman, age
30, do voluntarily, on 8th November,

"without any duress, coercion,
threats, promise of reward or immunity,

"agree to be examined on the
polygraph, a detection of deception device.

"I authorise the necessary
attachments to be placed on my person.

"I hereby release and
forever hold harmless

"the Police Department of Baltimore
from liability resulting from this test.

"I further agree that the results may
be available to the proper authorities."

Please sign at the "X".

Your name is Michael
Scott Kellerman?

Yes.

I got that one right, didn't I?

- So you sleepin' at Kay's tonight?
- Yeah.

- Does Kay know about this?
- What? She invited me.

- Meldrick.
- What?

- Guess where Brodie's sleeping.
- Long as it ain't with me.

Chez Kay.

- You sleepin' with Sarge Kay tonight?
- I'm sleeping at her house.

Not with her.

Hey, Brodie. Maybe
you could use these.

Kellerman gave them to
me as a honeymoon present.

Knock yourself out, baby.

- Come on, Brodie. Let's...
- Kay, wait a minute.

I didn't say anything
to these guys.

- Brodie, I don't care.
- Munch asked me, so I told him.

I shouldn't have told
him. Then he told Lewis.

You know how they get started.

I told 'em to shut up.
They wouldn't listen.

Damn, I knew this would happen. I
knew this was gonna happen, man!

- Now you hate me, too.
- What are you talkin' about?

- Come on, let's go.
- No, I can't.

Cos of those guys? Forget
about them. They're infantile.

- You think I care what they think?
- No, but I do.

- I care what they think about you.
- Please, Brodie. Don't be ridiculous.

I'm not gonna jeopardise
your reputation.

You're a Sergeant.
You gotta have dignity.

Your honour is more
important than my comfort.

I'm gonna stay in
my nook tonight.

Goodnight, Sergeant.

My name is Julianna Cox.
I'm the Chief Medical Examiner.

I was at your
house this morning.

We got the toxicology
report back from the lab.

- Your wife's blood shows evidence...
- No.

We know how your
wife died, Mr Engle.

You didn't kill her. Her
death was not your fault.

Yes, it was.

I should never
have left her alone.

She said she'd stopped using.

She was only telling
me what I wanted to hear.

When I got home...

I found her on
the bathroom floor.

Naked.

And her legs were
spread open and...

her breasts...

Her lips were bluish.

She looked
u-ugly, dirty. It's er...

My wife...

was beautiful.

I couldn't let them
find her like that.

I couldn't let them
know, you know.

But that wasn't the real her,
that side of her, the drugs...

That wasn't the real Nina.

So you flushed the
drugs down the toilet.

You combed her hair and dressed
her in pyjamas and laid her on the bed?

You tried to make it look like she just
slipped away, like she died in her sleep.

We would have found out
how your wife died eventually.

You couldn't keep your
wife's secret forever.

No matter how
much you loved her.

Are we done? Not
just yet, Detective.

From 1991 to 1995 you were assigned
to the Arson Unit as an investigator?

Yes.

Did you have occasion
to investigate a fire

in a warehouse on the corner
of Moncrieff and Dobson?

Yes.

During the investigation, did you meet
Mitch Roland, son of Matthew Roland?

Yes.

- Was Mitch Roland a suspect?
- He was.

- Answer yes or no.
- Yes.

- You collected evidence against him?
- Yes.

Did you ever charge him with
conspiracy to commit arson?

No.

- You never filed charges against him?
- No.

- Were you ever invited to his home?
- Yes.

- You met with him alone in his home?
- Yes.

At this meeting, did he ask
you to cease your investigation?

Yes.

- And did he offer you money?
- Yes.

He offered you money on the condition
that you cease the investigation?

Yes.

- Did you continue the investigation?
- Yes.

- You did not decline the offer?
- Yes. I mean...

I did decline, so no.

Did you ever accept any money
from Mitch Roland for any reason?

- No.
- Did he offer money to others?

- Shall I repeat the question?
- I'm not answering it.

It's OK. Move on
to the next question.

Did any of your fellow
investigators accept cash?

- The examination's not over.
- Yes, it is.

What we have should
be sufficient, for now.

You'll run this downstairs?

- And that's it.
- OK.

- We'll have the results back shortly.
- Great.

- Aren't you going to wait?
- Why should I? I'm innocent.

- I'm screwed.
- You're not screwed.

Yeah, I am.

- You tell the truth?
- Yeah.

Then you ain't screwed. Forget the
test, come down and eat your egg roll.

I hate Chinese food.

You gotta eat something
besides Mexican once in a while.

- Meldrick, I'm not hungry, OK?
- All right, fine.

- The other guys were on the take.
- What?

Bob Connelly and Jack
Goodman, Rick Pires.

Their pictures are in
the paper next to mine.

We all got the same
offer, only they went with it.

- And you knew?
- Of course. There was only six of us.

They'd corner me at lunch and in
the john trying to get me to play along.

They had it down,
"Roland's a pro.

"He uses top-rated torches. If the
building's vacant, who gets hurt?"

What they're saying is, "Take
the money so we feel better."

Maybe they're afraid you'd rat on
Roland and spoil their comfy little deal.

They had nothing to worry about.
They're wrong, but they're cops.

They got wives, mortgages, crappy
wages. I couldn't testify against them.

You went to bat for them. Now
it's their turn to stand up for you.

- They haven't so far.
- Drop a dime on 'em. Call Ingram.

I can't do that. I call her,
then I'm the rat after all.

Well, if you keep quiet, you're gonna
end up in Lewisburg. Either way...

- I'm screwed. You're screwed.

The Lambert case is still
open. Colby's home free.

Danvers says that we can't
make a case on a partial print.

If I had just stuck with that steering
wheel, he would've come clean.

I don't care about Colby.

Hey, you're not gonna
smoke that, are you, Frank?

Days like this, I'd... sell
my soul for a long drag.

- You got a light?
- No.

Days like... days like this, I wish
the s-stroke had struck harder.

What?

My... my... my old
life h-hangs over me.

L-I remember... the tightness
of the smoke in my lungs.

I remember the...
bitterness of the coffee.

I remember...

walkin' into the Box. Eh?

It... it's... it's just
a room, right?

Four walls, a mirror,
a table, some chairs.

Sittin' in there, across
from s-somebody like him...

Knowin' I got him!
That rush! That's...

better than nicotine,
better than caffeine. I...

lf... if the stroke
had done its job...

if I couldn't remember...

I wou... I wouldn't need it.

L-I wouldn't want it.

Would I?

♪ I'm only happy
when it's complicated

♪ And though I know
you can't appreciate it

♪ I'm only happy when it rains

♪ You know I love it
when the news is bad

♪ And why it feels
so good to feel so sad

♪ I'm only happy when it rains

♪ Pour your misery down

♪ Pour your misery down on me

♪ Pour your misery down

♪ Pour your misery down on me

♪ I'm only happy when it rains

♪ I feel good when
things are going wrong

♪ I only listen to
the sad, sad songs

♪ I'm only happy
when it rains... ♪

You passed the polygraph.

- What?
- The polygraph. You passed.

Of course, I did.

You passed, but so did Mitch Roland.
And Roland answered every question.

Which means what?

One of you beat the polygraph.

You can't both
be telling the truth.