Homicide: Life on the Street (1993–1999): Season 5, Episode 9 - Control - full transcript

Something's wrong
with this phone.

It's not ringing.

Cos nobody's dead.
Enjoy the peace and quiet.

I hate peace and quiet.

Frank, staring at that
phone won't make it ring.

It'll ring eventually.

And when it does,
Bayliss will be the primary.

Er... I'm ready for a case.

- I want you to take it slow and easy.
- Don't worry about me.

I won't... as long as
Bayliss is the primary.

Let me guess. Since me and Mikey
went to breakfast, the phone ain't jingled.



See? Not a single murder this week.
This ain't the Baltimore I know and love.

Baltimore Homicide.
I got it, Frank.

Go ahead... Certainly. Uh-huh...

We'll be there. A triple
murder, Bolton Hill.

- My keys?
- I got 'em. I'm... I'm gonna...

- I'm gonna drive.
- Give...

- I'm driving.
- No, no. L-I got it.

Homicide, Lewis...

Gotcha. We got another
one, Exeter and Pratt.

Four murders in two minutes.

People are remembering
what town they come from.

Take Munch with you.

How you think I got to work?

- You drove.
- Yeah, I drove.



I got behind the steering wheel,
I put the key in the igni... igni...

in the ignition and I
drove all by my lonesome.

- So...
- OK.

Meet you half-way.
We'll have a coin toss.

No, no toin coss. Come on.

- You just said, "Toin coss."
- What?

- Toin coss!
- No, coin toss!

- Coin toss, coin toss, coin toss...
- Coin toss.

Coin toss... Give me the
keys. Give me the keys.

- All right, you drive.
- Get in the car.

Get in the car!

- Is this about my trout?
- It wasn't the trout.

- Was the wine good?
- No, it wasn't the wine.

- What's the problem?
- You're too happy about everything.

- I'm trying to cheer you up.
- I don't wanna be cheered up.

You can't stay on the boat
any more, OK? I'm sorry.

You're gonna miss me!

So what do we
have, Officer Deutch?

Upstairs, dead woman, 32.
Cathy with a C, Clifton with a C.

In another bedroom, her
two boys, Robbie and Ken.

Forced entry?

No sign. The housekeeper,
Althea Little, discovered the bodies.

Is there a-a Mr Clifton?

An ex-husband, Lieutenant Commander
Alex Clifton, lives in Annapolis.

OK. The victims' names are
Robbie, Ken and Cathy Clifton,

two Cs, 32, er...
ex-husband... er... er...

- Er...
- Alex Clifton.

Alex Clifton, er...

Dr Cox, you know my
partner, Frank Pembleton?

- I do now. Hi.
- Oh, this is passion, this is hatred.

This is about
twenty stab wounds.

Victim was stabbed twenty times.

And now for the worst
part. Follow me, please.

- Twins, 10 years old.
- Oh, jeez.

One shot each, through a pillow,
through the head, execution style.

OK, er... one shot each behind
the left ear, er... detached, cold.

Mother killed with rage, children
killed with... er... efficiency.

Two separate kinds of
murders. Two different killers?

Maybe. Or one killer
using two different weapons.

Right. Let's talk to
the housekeeper.

Right.

Kids will get to you every
time. I never get used to it.

Vic's name is Reggie Copeland.

From the tracks on his arms, the
wound, the proximity to a heroin market,

I'd say it was a heated dispute
about the symbolism of red and blue

in 18th-Century
French Romantic poetry.

- That... or a drug murder.
- Yeah, well.

OK, show of hands.

Who here saw what happened
and wants to step forward

and cooperate fully with the police
officers investigating this crime?

Heh, that's it. Our
work here is done.

This a joke to you?

- Who you talking to?
- I'm talkin' to you, bitch.

Bitch. That man needs a humble.

Excuse me. You are on my crime scene
interfering with a police investigation.

- Interfering?
- That's right. Get your ass over here.

You trying to get our attention?

Yeah, if calling you a bitch didn't
do it, I was gonna leak on your car.

What's up?

- The corner boy that got killed.
- Reggie Copeland.

Yeah, he was selling
drugs for Junior Bunk.

Word was Copeland was turning
in less than he was supposed to.

Bunk shot Copeland?

I'm not making myself
an eyeball witness.

Let's just say you should ask
Bunk about Copeland's murder.

OK. Drop him off around
the corner. You know the drill.

Oh, by the way, Junior
Bunk sells Double-Star bags.

Double-Star bags? Then he's
working for Luther Mahoney.

You got that right.

Luther Mahoney.

I've never seen
anything like it.

All that blood.

You worked for Mrs
Clifton for how long?

Six years.

And did Mrs Clifton
have a boyfriend?

I guess you could call him a
boyfriend. I'd call him a fool.

- Did this fool have a name?
- Jimmy Sutter.

He has one of those hairdos
from the Fifties, all swooped up.

A-a-a duck's ass?

He's just a bartender at the Cat's
Eye, but he thinks he's a musician.

Huh. Did-did he and Mrs
Clifton ever argue, fight, er?

All the time. Screaming
at each other.

He hit her once or twice,
with her boys in the house.

That wasn't right.

- Terri, Terri, Terri.
- What do you want, Lewis?

What, I gotta want something?
OK. All right, I want your help.

The last timed I helped you,
my informant was shot to death.

Hey, look, I feel as bad about
Vernon Troy as the next guy.

- I kinda miss the smelly little junkie.
- So what do you want from me?

Well... I got a dead street slinger
by the name of Reggie Copeland.

Supposedly worked
for a dealer, Junior Bunk.

But I ain't got no
sheet on this Junior.

He's no dealer. He's a gofer, an
errand boy for Luther Mahoney.

He's also Luther's nephew.

Junior was dealing
Double-Star bags.

Any chance Uncle Luther was slipping
him a package and a couple corners?

Maybe, but I never saw
Bunk as much of a gangster.

Well, he just got himself
a promotion. You with me?

Another dance with Luther?

It's the least we could
do for Vernon Troy.

Take another crack
at Luther Mahoney.

Cathy Clifton was a good neighbour.
I don't know what more I can tell you.

OK, thanks very
much, er... Mr... er...

- Burton. I've said it three times already.
- Thanks very much, Mr Burton.

Neighbour, a Mr Burton, er...

alleges that... er... er... the
suspect, the suspect... er...

entered the victim's premises
last night at approximately 11:30am.

- Er... pm, that's pm.
- Sutter's on shift at the Cat's Eye.

OK, let's go pick this fella
up and put him in the Box.

Hold on now. We'll talk to him, but I
also wanna talk to the ex-husband.

What? You wanna go to Annapolis,
when we got a suspect in Baltimore?

We-we-we should er...
we should interrogate this...

- Hey, hey. This fella...

One step at a time, slow
and easy. Remember?

L-I don't want to
take it slow and easy.

We got a dead woman, we
got two dead 10-year-old boys.

Come on. And as far as a
murder suspect is concerned,

my money's on er...
it's on Duck's Ass.

Mr Sutter?

Mr Sutter, I'm
Detective Bayliss.

Detective Pembleton,
Baltimore Homicide.

We're here to talk to you about
your girlfriend, Cathy Clifton.

What about her?

Well, your girlfriend was
found murdered this morning.

- What?
- Yeah.

I can't believe it.

Er... and what about her kids?

Oh, no.

Did you see Cathy
last night, Mr Sutter?

- Yeah, I did.
- How long did you stay at her house?

I only stayed a couple hours.

We got into a little fight
and she kicked me out.

- Got into a fight?
- What, you don't think I killed her?

No, I'm not saying that.

- That's why you're here, isn't it?
- We're here to ask some questions.

Well, ask anything you
want. I did not murder Cathy.

I didn't murder her two boys.

Let's see if old Junior Bunk is
as weak as people say he is.

I'll take the back.

Telegram for Mr Bunk!

He peeked out from behind the
curtain and ducked back inside.

Woo! Just that quick, huh?

You got skills
enough for the rodeo.

Why do you run from us? We just
want to charge you with a murder.

- Murder?
- Murder of Reginald Copeland.

The boy you had working
for you at Pratt and Exeter.

Oh, come on now.

A gangster like you fretting
over catching a body?

Come on. You got to
buck up, my brother.

It wasn't like that. I didn't
nobody to catch no bullet.

You know, Junior, you
have the right to remain silent,

but, I must admit, a good
cry can do a man wonders.

Got a suspect in
the Clifton murders?

Yeah, it's the boyfriend, Jimmy
Sutter. He's got a record for assault.

There's also an
ex-husband in the case, Gee.

A naval officer in Annapolis,
Lieutenant Commander Alex Clifton.

Ride to Annapolis. If Sutter is the
killer, you may get leverage from Clifton.

- He might throw dirt on the boyfriend.
- That's my thinking exactly.

Well, take this ride to Annapolis
and I'll get er... Sutter in the Box.

You're gonna interrogate
him? This case is mine.

- You don't consider him a suspect.
- I never said that.

Er... gentlemen.

I want you both to go to Annapolis,
then you both interrogate Sutter.

L-l-I can... conduct
an interview by myself.

Now, teamwork, gentlemen.
Remember, teamwork.

Exactly.

So I hear that you're the reason
coffee is so good at Homicide. A-ha!

Yeah, when I lose my badge, I
can go work at the Daily Grind.

That's what I like about you,
Kellerman, this positive attitude.

I'm going nuts.

Waiting for the Grand Jury summons,
waiting for the other shoe to drop.

It's just... It's just this
waiting that's killing me.

What other choice do you have?

- I dunno, quit, give up, go catch marlin.
- No, no, no, don't do that.

- Why?
- Cos I'd miss your coffee.

You gave Reggie
Copeland a $1000 package.

He's supposed to give
you 600 and keep the rest,

only it's $300 short.

That's a pretty good reason
to kill a guy in my book.

- It wasn't like that.
- Oh, he wasn't short?

I don't know.

Everybody's a little
short, with spillage and all.

Spillage? Tut!

Copeland is dead, Junior, now
you're gonna have to talk to us,

or you'll end up wearing this
murder all by your lonesome.

- Let me tell you a story.
- Good. We like stories.

All right. I'll tell it, but I
gotta stay monogamous.

Monogamous?

You know, monogamous?

You change my name,
move me to a different city?

I'll tell you, but I gotta
remain monogamous.

Monogamous.

We're gonna protect you, Junior.

We'll give you breakfast
in bed if you want,

but you gotta talk to us about
Luther Mahoney. Uncle Luther.

You know Luther's my uncle?

- We know everything, Junior.
- Everything.

I'll go call the State Attorney.

- Have you notified Clifton?
- No.

- So he doesn't know his wife's dead.
- He knows. They told him.

What do you mean?
Channel 11 got here first?

- It happens.
- Where's Clifton now?

- Jogging, inside the quad.
- OK.

Daniels, you talked to Clifton
before the police got here?

Is he a suspect?

Hey, get... No comment.

He was pretty shaken up.

That have to do with you
pushing a camera in his face,

finding out his wife and
children are dead from a reporter?

- I didn't know that he didn't know.
- Oh! You just got lucky, huh?

Commander Clifton, can you tell us
who possibly might wanna kill your wife?

Oh, er... I don't know.
She was seeing someone.

- Some musician type...
- Jimmy... Jimmy Sutter?

Yes. S-she was afraid of him.
She told me that he threatened her.

Right. Yeah, we know that.

- Have you arrested him?
- We-we're talking to him.

Commander Clifton, where
were you last night, this morning?

I was working late. My
secretary can verify that.

And er... I went home
and-and came back early.

- What time?
- It was around 6:00.

When was the last time
you spoke to your ex-wife?

- Last night.
- L-last night?

Yeah, she...

She told me she wanted
to get back together.

We were gonna meet
tonight, discuss a reconciliation.

Oh, come on.
Sutter-Sutter killed her.

He-he-he finds out that
she's gonna leave him,

go back to the ex-husband.

He goes ballistic, ba-da-bing!

- Maybe.
- What?

Alex Clifton finds out that his
soon-to-be reconciled-with wife

and two sons are brutally
murdered, and he goes for a run?

People react differently to
death. I don't see a problem.

I dunno, I wish that we'd been the
ones to tell Clifton about his family.

- I like to see that first reaction.
- You don't have evidence against him.

- Got a feeling.
- A what?

- A feeling.
- A feeling?

Yes, Frank, a feeling.

I got a feeling, too. I feel
that the boyfriend did it.

I had to tell my uncle I was short
$300 on the last couple of half-ounces.

And you know Luther,
he gets to jumping bad,

talkin' about how I'm lettin'
my own crew take advantage.

- What did Mahoney do at that point?
- He picked up the phone.

He called up this crazy cat he knows
from Philadelphia, Franklin Chubb.

'He told him to get on
the train and come down.'

'He wanted this man to
come to Baltimore for what? '

To kill someone.

And who was Franklin
Chubb supposed to kill?

Luther asked me which of my crew
was short 300. The truth is I don't know.

I'm over twenty,
thirty thousand a day.

I don't know who messed up $300.

- But you named Reggie Copeland.
- Somebody's name had to ring out.

Luther didn't bring Franklin
to Baltimore just to play.

And Franklin Chubb shot Copeland
at Pratt and Exeter the next morning?

I wasn't there, but I
know it came to pass.

Luther paid Franklin with three
halves for doing the work right.

Let me get this straight here.

Luther Mahoney paid the gunman
$5000 in heroin to do a murder

because he was cheated
out of £300 in heroin.

Luther's big on principle.

I'll call the phone company,
get Mahoney's records.

- Maybe he made a call to Philadelphia.
- NCIC's sheet on Franklin Chubb.

Twenty-four, he has two residences,
Kensington and North Philly.

Get an interstate warrant.
You and Lewis, head north.

- What about me?
- You will keep our star witness

free from want, fear
and Luther Mahoney.

I stay with him?

I'll get some plainclothes
officers on 24-hour detail.

Get a hotel room
outside the city.

It's shaping up nicely. Junior's testimony
will prove Mahoney planned the murder.

- All we need is to get the shooter.
- City of Brotherly Love, here we come.

♪ Miami, Florida

♪ Atlanta, Georgia

♪ Raleigh, North Carolina ♪

Franklin Chubb,
you're under arrest.

First degree murder of Reggie
Copeland. Get him outta here.

Why are you so happy?

I'm thinking about Mahoney's face
when he finds out he's facing 15 to life.

Come on, we got just enough to
catch the midnight train to Baltimore.

You got nothing in Annapolis?

We checked Clifton's alibi,
he was working until 3:00

and was back into work
at 6:00 next morning.

That leaves three
hours unaccounted for.

Ha-ha-hang on. We have few
reasons to suspect the husband

when we got the boyfriend
in the Box. So-so... s-so...

- All right, let's go on this guy then.
- OK.

- OK?
- What?

Since your stroke you haven't
been in the Interrogation Room.

- Oh, for God's sake. I'm fine.
- Just asking.

- What?
- Just asking.

- I did not kill her.
- Mr Sutter, calm down.

No pressure, just three guys in
a room, having a conversation.

Yeah. OK.

- So... when did you first meet Cathy?
- Nine months ago.

She got divorced two
months after we met.

If your next question's am I the
reason for the divorce, the answer's no.

- No, my next question is about the fight.
- What fight?

The fight. The fight you had with Cathy
on the night that she er... passed away.

- What was that fight all about?
- Cathy didn't need a reason to fight.

Were you aware that Cathy
had called her husband,

her ex-husband, asking
for a... reconciliation?

Yeah. She made the
call right in front of me.

How'd that make you
feel? Were you angry?

Yeah, it made me angry.

Every time she got mad at
me, she'd get him on the phone.

She'd make all
kinds of things up.

She'd make stuff up like er...
like what, like you were hitting her?

- I only hit her one time.
- Oh, one time.

- I apologised for that, she forgave me.
- Uh-huh.

Look, I got a temper, OK.
But basically I'm a peaceful cat.

You're a peaceful cat?

Coming from a guy who was arrested
three times for assault in one, one year.

- That was self-defence.
- Arrested once, hey, you're entitled.

Arrested twice, it's Baltimore,
home of the bar brawl.

But three times in one year, maybe
you have emotional control problems.

At least I've got emotions, not
like her old cold fish of an ex.

Cathy liked my temper.

How well do you know
Commander Clifton?

- I never met him.
- But she told you about him.

Yeah, she told me. She told me
they never fought, and she hated that.

What, she was unhappy
because they didn't fight?

It's frustrating, trying to pick a fight
with someone, only they never bite.

Er... keep going
Frank. I'll be right back.

- How's Pembleton doing in there?
- Oh, er... great.

It's Frank in the Box,
it's like coming home.

- Where are you going?
- Chasing a feeling, Gee.

Luther Mahoney.

Detective Lewis.
What can I do for you?

Just dropping by to tell you we
bumped into a friend of yours yesterday.

As matter of fact, we arrested a
friend of yours... Franklin Chubb.

Don't know the man.

He knows you. He said you had
him murder Reginald Copeland.

Reginald Copeland... Copeland?
Name doesn't ring any bells.

Luther, it gives
me great pleasure

to charge with you conspiracy in
the murder of Reggie Copeland.

We got the shooter,
we got the weapon.

- And a witness gave us the whole story.
- Story's a good word for it.

My nephew has a
vivid imagination.

Nephew.

- You hear anything about a nephew?
- I haven't seen him since yesterday.

And we both know Junior's... personality.
You're hanging your case on Junior?

That's very ambitious of
you and the State Attorney,

but ultimately a waste
of your time and mine.

- Hook him up, please, Officer.
- Come on. You can lock me up today.

But you know me, Detective.
Tonight I'll be buying you a drink.

'Commander Clifton,
Dawn Daniels from WBAL.'

'Your wife and children
were found murdered... '

There, there, there!
Do you see that?

A second before hearing
the news, his knees buckled.

He reacts with grief
before knowing...

She was talking about
his wife and his child.

No, he knows what he's
gonna hear. He's guilty.

A man with no emotions.
He's faking a reaction, Gee.

Go to Annapolis, bring
him back to Baltimore.

- That's all I need.
- Wild goose chase.

- Lieutenant, do you live alone?
- I do.

Don't you miss coming through the door
and seeing someone happy to see you?

- Yes, I do.
- I was hoping you'd say that.

- Why?
- I need a place to stay for...

- Absolutely not.
- You said if I...

The day I get that lonely,
I'll go out and get a dog.

I don't want you sleeping in
the Squad Room anymore.

- You're stinking up the place.
- I'm not sleeping in here!

What up, Luther?

You know my nephew, Junior Bunk?

Word is they got him tucked
away, under lock and key.

- Well, I gotta get a message to him.
- Not a problem.

- Hello.
- So you talked to Sutter?

- We did.
- And he's guilty, right?

You know, I'm kinda curious.

If you're so positive that Jimmy Sutter
murdered your ex-wife and your children,

why didn't you tell the
police in Annapolis?

- I was upset. I wasn't thinking clearly.
- Right. You were upset and ran.

Well, running calms me down.

When I'm upset,
emotional, I need to run.

You don't like getting
emotional, do you?

What's that supposed to mean?

Now, Mr Sutter said that...

that you and your wife
never ever had a fight,

that you never got
mad with your wife.

There are ways to resolve problems
without two people screaming.

You didn't resolve
them. You got divorced.

Is it... is it warm in here?

Yeah, it is a little bit.

Yeah, we got a problem with
the whole heating system in here.

We got er... old pipes.

But... er... Cathy left you.

Well, no, Cathy didn't leave
me. It was a mutual decision.

That's not what it says
in the divorce petition.

- You have our divorce record?
- It's part of the investigation.

All right, this petition lists
Cathy as the plaintiff, you see?

Yeah, w-what does this have
to do with Cathy's murder?

- We should be talking about Sutter.
- Uh-huh.

- What can you tell us about him?
- He hit her.

On more than one occasion, she
called and said he was threatening her.

And er... what'd
you feel about that?

Like I wanted to kill the son
of a bitch. How do you think?

C-can't you just
turn down the heat?

No, the thermostat's in our Captain's
office, and he-he likes it hot, so...

Now, Commander, didn't you
er... ever, ever confront Sutter?

Well, it wasn't my business.
It was Cathy's personal life.

Well, how about your sons? I
mean, aren't they your business?

I loved my sons. If I thought they were
in danger, I wouldn't have let that go by.

- You have high blood pressure.
- What?

You secretary told us when we
went to check on your er... alibi.

She's concerned about your
health, how that might affect you.

- She has nothing to worry about.
- They call it the silent killer.

I would know. I have it.

I'm on medication.
It's under control.

- What are you on?
- Lopressor.

Lopressor? A-are you-you
having trouble with side effects?

- No.
- No fatigue, no lethargy, no...

Hey, Frank, let me
talk to you outside.

I'm trying to get to the
bottom of these side effects.

I know, I know. Now.

Oh, er... excuse me,
Commander. We'll be right back.

What?

What are you doing bringing
up his blood pressure?

Y-you were right. Is that
what you want to hear?

You were right, I was wrong. Clifton's
guilty. Is that why you dragged me here?

No, no, Frank. It isn't about
being right, being wrong, no.

What? Y-you want to take a shot
at him all by yourself. Is that it, huh?

You know something, you and me,
we're just... we are so out of rhythm.

After four years, you'd take a tack,
and I'd know what you were doing...

- Right. And we trusted
each other's moves.

- It was beautiful.
- It was before.

Remember that interview with
the boyfriend? You walked out!

You didn't tell me where you
were going. You don't trust me.

- That's not what I'm talking about.
- What are you talking about?

I don't know where you're going in
there, or what questions you're gonna ask.

I don't know... See? I don't know
if your head is gonna explode!

Now, I had to be in that Box, and
I watched you stroke out in there,

and I can't do that again, it
just... it doesn't interest me.

L-i-is that it? You don't
wanna work with me

cos you think I'm gonna
have another stroke on you?

No. I want us to be on the
same page with this guy...

Stop lying to me.

I'm a cop, you're a cop,
we're cops. Cops die.

Partners die. Everybody dies!

Get over it.

- Come on, you're-you're ready...
- Yeah. Are you?

Open the door. Open the door.

- 'Bonjour. '
- Hello. Megan Russert, please.

- 'Who's this? '
- This is Brodie.

- 'Who? '
- JH Brodie from Baltimore.

- 'Brodie, how are ya? '
- Megan?

- 'Yeah.'
- I'm good.

Things are great over here.
I mean, er... how's France?

- 'Très jolie, as they say here.'
- How's your daughter?

- 'Fantastic.'
- Your new husband?

- 'Great.'
- You're not really pregnant, right?

'What do you want, Brodie? '

I was just thinking er... about
that nice brownstone that you have.

Do you have anyone house-sitting,
because I'm presently without a place?

- 'You're kidding? '
- No, I got evicted...

'Did Munch put you up to this? '

Hello? Megan? Hello?

Hello?

I love this show.

Hope that's lunch. I'm starving.

- Yeah?
- Room service.

Leave it out there
now. Thank you.

How did this happen? Mahoney's
in lockup. How'd he get to Bunk?

It's Luther Mahoney. The Detail
Officers swear they never left the room.

I want their names,
I want their badges.

Have a seat. We're
just getting started.

So let me understand
this, Mr Russom.

Your client says that all his previous
statements to law officers are fictional,

and he wishes to make a
statement in the murder of Copeland

that is exculpatory
of Luther Mahoney?

Luther Mahoney had nothing to
do with the murder of Copeland.

My client will testify to that.

If your client wants to back up
on his statement, that's his choice,

but he runs the risk of being
charged with perjury and false report.

We know the implications.

Have you been listening to this?
You could be looking at ten years.

That's ten years, Junior.

There's no guarantee your
uncle won't come back on you.

Be serious. I'm all right with Luther.
Who you think got me this lawyer?

Are you gonna let this
Bunk punk off the hook?

I can't force him
to tell the truth.

Mr Russom, you and
your client may leave.

But if he testifies falsely in open court,
he will be charged with felony perjury.

I got to live in this world.

You just let Luther
Mahoney walk, again.

I'm looking for a
Detective Kellerman.

Yeah, that's me.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Just what I always wanted, a summons
to appear before the Grand Jury.

So you appear
before the Grand Jury.

Worst comes to worst, you
plead the Fifth. Am I right, Dr Cox?

I wouldn't know.
I'm not a lawyer.

You really can't do anything
about the heat in here?

Well, it is warm in here.

Take off your jacket, Commander.

Get comfortable. You're
gonna be here a while.

Yeah, all right.

I've always favoured the
dress blues of the US Navy.

Crisp, clean, traditional.

Great. I'd like to talk
about Cathy, your wife.

My ex-wife... Would
you mind not doing that?

- Hmm?
- Thank you.

So, how well did you two
get along after the divorce?

We got along fine.

- Do you smoke?
- No.

- Drink?
- Occasionally.

- But not as much as Cathy did.
- Yeah.

I mean, we know that Cathy was
a... I mean, that she drank profusely.

I would've preferred she
not drink so much, yes.

Would you also have preferred
that she not have affairs?

- What?
- You know, affairs...

Yeah, she had an affair with Jimmy
Sutter two months before she left you.

- That doesn't matter.
- Er... That-that doesn't up-upset you?

Cathy was impulsive. I
never held that against her.

Wait a minute.

She had an affair, and she left you
for the man that she had an affair with.

- You're OK with that?
- I adjusted to being divorced.

I didn't like it, but I
accepted my situation.

She left you, she came here to
Baltimore, she brought your kids.

- You paid alimony, Commander?
- Cathy didn't work.

Oh, so you bought that-that
townhouse? You-you paid for the furniture?

You-you bought that
gorgeous little bed?

Yeah, that bed
that Sutter sleeps in.

He's sleeps with your wife,
Meanwhile, what are you doing?

You're alone in Annapolis. Do
you have a girlfriend, Commander?

No, I don't.

So you spend a lot of time
alone, working until 3:00am,

while your wife drinks with her
boyfriend who's new daddy to your sons,

and that doesn't upset you?

No.

Well, you're a better man than I
am, cos uh, l-I would be furious.

Oh! Whoa! I'll get it.

Give me...

Let me help there.

Don't ruin... Give me
the damn jacket now!

Now! Now! Now!

This was how you
felt when you killed her.

This rage made you
stab her twenty times.

She divorced me.

Walked out, screaming to high heaven
that I made her feel like she wasn't alive,

that she was dead inside.

So I became a divorced man.

Then two nights
ago, she calls me.

She says our
divorce was a mistake.

She said she loved me.

Well, I couldn't
let her do that.

We decided to be divorced.

She said she didn't love me.
She couldn't change her mind.

We made a decision, and
we had to stick with that.

I could not let her
change things again.

I wouldn't let
her do that to me.

I wouldn't let her.

- Shouldn't you be with your wife, Lewis?
- She's visiting her mum.

Have another one. On
the house. Get you drunk.

Why not? I'm entitled. This
day couldn't get any worse.

I wouldn't necessarily say that.

So this is the infamous cop bar.

The Waterfront.

It's very er... quaint.

What do you want, Luther?

Mmm. I just came to show
that I have no hard feelings.

And I would like to buy
a drink for the house.

What, no takers?

- What about you, Terri?
- I'm not thirsty.

Why don't you see if they got
some Newports in the machine?

I remember when I was first
coming up as a patrolman.

My sergeant told me that sometimes
you're gonna have to clear the corner.

No big thing, you just
invite everybody to move on.

For most people, that's enough.

The police tell you to move
along, you're gonna move along.

Except every once in a while, there's
gonna be some knucklehead fool...

that's gonna stand there
on your corner talking trash.

And then he said,

"Don't you ever, ever let
no knucklehead stand there,

"because the minute you do that,

"the minute you let somebody
shame you, you're done as a beat cop."

And what he suggested that I
do is that I take my nightstick

and I pop him upside
the head so hard

that everybody who hears it
knows who had the last word.

You're on my corner.

Phew!

I'll drink to that.

My partner thought
you were guilty right off.

But I didn't,
because I thought...

why would a man
kill his own sons?

You killed your wife with a knife,
with er... passion, with brutality...

But you shot the boys.

It's painless, efficient.

Why?

What was that?

Mercy?

Did I?

Is that what I d-did?
Did I show them mercy?

- Hey.
- Hey. What brings you here?

- You.
- Me?

Getting a Grand Jury summons puts
a damper on your day, I would think.

- Yeah.
- You need company?

Thanks.

- Er... do you want a beer or something?
- Well...