Homicide: Life on the Street s03e13 Episode Script

Oh Too many double vodka martinis? I've got a hangover that would kill a horse.
I've had it all day.
I can't shake it.
You didn't have to start table-dancing last night.
- What? - Yeah.
Jumping up on tables, doing the bump and grind.
Put Blaze Starr to shame.
- No! - Yeah! No! I got a pair of your boxer shorts pinned up over the bar in commemoration of your debut as Stanley the Dancing Bear.
I got the warrant for the arrest, search and seizure.
Stan, where's your grass skirt? I heard you looked fabulous last night.
You want me to snap? I'll snap right now.
Easy, big man.
Can't you take a compliment? Glen Holton is over in apartment 201.
Lights went on half an hour ago.
He keeps walking back and forth.
- He's got the hoochies.
- He should.
He's been to Jessup twice.
Once for three years, once for raping a minor.
He got 30 years, but the fickle finger of parole released him after only seven.
Definitely our guy.
Does all his evil within walking distance of his home.
This is his third strike.
He's primo for the death penalty.
He should wish! Let's go suit up.
I got the vests in the car.
- Do we have the building locked up? - Two uniforms in the back alley.
- Fire escapes? - Side alley being covered by uniform.
Let's take it nice and easy like we're the neighbourhood Welcome Wagon.
Everybody set? Lnow what Where are you going? - What? - I'm the primary.
After you.
- See, I'm a gentleman.
- Don't start that crap with me.
Then why didn't you pick up lunch tab? If I say yes, I misunderstood the question! You set, guys? Ready.
Police, freeze! What's your name? How long since you been down? Do you have a pulse? Here we go.
Here we go.
- Vitals? - Blood pressure 80 over 40.
- Clear, please.
- She's been hit in the chest.
- What are her vitals? - Still zero.
That's not what I want to hear.
Exit wound, left shoulder.
He's hit in the thigh too.
I want fluid.
Can you move your legs? Do we have a heartbeat? So the bear says, "You didn't really come here to hunt, did you?" Pembleton, Bayliss, Lewis.
- Get over to Madison and St Paul.
- What's up, Gee? - Detectives down.
- Which? - Bolander, Felton and Howard.
- What? I'm on my way to Shock Trauma.
They've been shot.
Frank, you're the primary.
Meg.
We need to get your people here fast.
We've got to get a command post up and running.
- Al, what's going on? - Stan, Kay and Beau.
They've been shot.
They've been shot.
Beau? - How bad? - Bad.
Live from Police Headquarters, three homicide detectives have been seriously injured whilst serving a warrant on the Borkin case, the ten-year-old whose body was found this week in Lincoln Park.
- Sergeant, got anything? - Nothing.
I cleared everyone out, behind the paramedics.
Whoever's at home is sitting tight.
No one's allowed in.
- You got it covered? - We closed off ten blocks.
Uniforms are starting to canvas.
So far no one saw anything.
- Course not! - Pick up everyone.
Everyone! Even if they're breathing too hard! - Any word from the hospital? - We don't know anything at this point.
- What a mess, huh? - What's going on here? - Help us out here, huh? - This is my building.
- What's happening? - Are you the landlord? - Yeah, Joe Lebkowitz.
- Officer, let him through.
Mr Lebkowitz, we're from Homicide.
- We need your help.
- Sure, what happened? Some cops got shot and the bad guy got away.
- Come with us.
- There are dead bodies up there? No, sir.
The ambo took them to Shock Trauma.
Stay down here, guys.
- May I get the keys, please? - Yeah, I got them.
I'll do that, thank you.
OK, open it up.
Let's see what Holton has left us.
- This ain't right.
- What? - Yeah, it is.
201.
Open up.
- Holton's in 210.
- 2-1-0? - Yeah, 210.
Down there.
They went to the wrong door.
So two bullets are here, fired from above.
OK, OK, our shooter was up here.
What's up here? - How did he get away? - It's an empty apartment.
- Roof access? - One bedroom leads out to a roof deck.
OK, find out which direction he went.
Pass it along.
We got the manner of escape.
The direction would help.
Let's go.
Open up 210.
Come on, Mr Holton.
Show us where you'd go so we can be sure to be there to meet you.
Hey, what kind of belt did the Borkin killer wear? - An Indian beaded belt.
- Bingo.
- OK.
- He did it, huh? Lilled that kid.
Yep.
I don't know how it happened.
It was a routine arrest and search.
It was done by the numbers, by the book.
We've done it 100 times.
- You wore the vest? - Shooter must have had Teflon rounds.
- I spoke to the doctor.
- He was just in here.
Doctor Carrolton.
He says we're in for a long wait.
We had such a good time last night.
Stan was fun.
He was fun.
How strange.
He hugged and kissed me.
He hugged and kissed everybody.
I don't know.
There was all this noise, we were all falling all over each other.
I need something to drink.
I need some water Did you see the shooter? I tried to return fire.
I kept slipping on My shoes are wrecked.
I got their blood all over my shoes.
They wrecked my shoes, Gee.
Oh God! There's a briefing with the other shift as soon as everybody gets here.
- Did Sex Crimes call back? - Yeah, a detective who knows Holton.
Uh-huh.
We got receipts from Holton's apartment and phone records.
What about the uniforms at the scene? Rallo is on his way down there to give a statement.
OK, I re-read the case file and there's nothing there that we don't know.
Nothing in it that we don't already know? Nothing that we don't already know? We don't know anything.
- They went to the wrong apartment! - Lewis is checking.
We also don't know if Stan or Kay or Beau are gonna make it.
I can't think about that right now.
OK? - How can you do that, Frank? - I don't think about that either.
You know, Frank, maybe some of us aren't so disciplined.
- Some of us can't help what we feel.
- Oh, yeah? OK, OK.
What are you feeling? Sadness? That won't help them.
Fear? That won't help them.
OK? - What about guilt? - Guilt? Guilt, Frank.
Because you know, what happened See I'm not afraid.
I'm not afraid.
I'm just so damn relieved it wasn't me.
I can't help thinking, thank God it wasn't me.
Thank God.
That's what I'm saying.
OK, OK OK.
Lieutenant! - Are they going to be all right? - I don't know.
How many were shot? Can you confirm the number, sir? - Three.
- The word from Lieutenant Al Giardello, Homicide Shift Commander, that there are three casualties.
I didn't say anything about casualties.
- I want in.
- Mitch.
What are you talking about? I'm talking about getting this sonofabitch who shot my ex-partner.
I know how you feel about Stan.
I've got one of my best on the case.
He'll bring the guy down.
I've worked homicide too many years.
A red wall like this? Don't you want every single guy you can get on the street? The Bomb Squad won't let you go just like that.
I'll work on my own time.
Al Whatever you want, whatever you need.
You haven't been in Homicide in eight years.
I got an old saxophone I used to play every night till the wife put the kibosh on it.
Now I take it out once in a month, I don't know, whatever.
The moment I put that reed in my mouth, it's like I never put it down.
You don't forget the rhythm.
This is something I gotta do, Al.
If it was me lying in that hospital bed, Stan would do the same.
We need Howard's notes.
Notify the State Police in Maryland and Virginia.
Set up a hotline.
- Excuse me.
- Check with Naomi.
Desk over there.
- Are you Pembleton? - I ain't got much time.
I'm Theresa Walker, Sex Crimes.
Oh, OK.
I need all the records on Glen Holton - history, habits, hangouts, a psychological profile - anything you can give me, as fast as you can.
- Everything is fresh in my head.
- Yeah, I'm the primary.
I need it in mine.
No, you don't.
Can you show me a phone to use and get me a ride.
We got three detectives shot.
I got a suspect I can't locate.
I need total cooperation.
- What you need is to take a breath.
- Excuse me? What? I know who to talk to and I know where to go.
If I spend the next hour telling you all the information I have on Holton, he gets an hour further away from you, from all of us.
That's the kind of cooperation you need, Detective.
The lady's right.
Mitch Drummond.
The Lieutenant sent me to you.
- Mitch? Stan's old partner Mitch? - Detailed from Bomb Squad.
I'll help.
- Theresa Walker.
Hi.
- How do you do? OK, we'll have a briefing with Giardello as soon as Russert's shift gets here.
In the meantime, I want you to work with Bayliss.
Here are some receipts from Holton's apartment.
One from last night, a shop on the block.
Get the manager here.
Detective Walker, you work with me.
Let's find any places the guy frequented.
- Great.
I'll get started.
This your phone? - Yes, it is.
All we know is that three detectives are fighting the fight of their lives at Maryland Shock Trauma tonight, victims of gun violence all too common on the streets of south-west Baltimore.
As of right now, our primary suspect, Glen Holton, is still at large.
We have two new detectives working with us - Mitch Drummond and Theresa Walker, Detective Walker from Sex Crimes.
She knows Holton's MO.
A lot of you already know Detective Drummond from his years in Homicide.
Our top priority, our only priority, is to find Holton.
We'll need to talk with neighbours, friends, doctors, co-workers, anyone and everyone with contact with our suspect.
Follow up every tip, no matter how inconsequential.
I'm on my way back to the hospital if anyone needs to reach me.
Lieutenant Russert's in charge.
How are they doing, Gee? Bolander's still in surgery.
They expect Felton to regain consciousness at any time.
Stan's in a critical condition.
- What about Kay? - Kay's still in surgery.
Her prognosis is not good.
As soon as I get any information, I'll let you know.
Let's get to work.
Do you recognise this guy? - No.
- No? We found receipts from your porno shop in his apartment.
The customers don't exactly look me in the eye when they pay.
Do you sell magazines depicting sex with minors? No.
I'm gonna let that lie go.
But I'm only going to let it go if you tell me the truth about this guy.
Have you ever seen him? He used to have ask me to order him special magazines.
And well, I knew a few people.
- Have you seen him recently? - No.
Do you know where sick lowlifes like him go after they buy these magazines? They Some of them, you know go to the movies.
We got the name of your theatre from a porno shop around the corner.
You share a lot of the same customers.
Have you seen this man tonight? - I see a lot of men.
- This one wouldn't be interested in you.
- He likes children.
- Then I definitely haven't seen him.
I got men who like women, men who like men, men who like animals.
Men who like women and animals.
Who I don't cater to are sick freaks who like kids.
Are you absolutely sure that you've never seen this man in your life? Well, maybe.
- It's hard to tell.
- Try.
A guy who looks like this comes in around maybe eight o'clock, stays the double feature.
If I knew, I would've kicked his butt into the street.
I run a respectable venue.
You guys like some free passes? John - You OK? - Oh, yeah.
I'm fine.
Stanley's still in coma.
That's how they refer to it.
"In coma.
" They don't say, "He's in a coma," they say, "in coma".
You go home, get some rest.
I'll wait.
I'll call you when he wakes up.
- You said when he wakes up.
- Yeah.
All the doctors, the nurses.
That's what they say too.
"When.
" Yeah.
He got shot in the head, right in the melon, bullet in the brain.
That makes it if he wakes up, not when.
I say it to them, they get nervous, like I'll go over the deep end.
I know it's if, Gee.
You can say it, go ahead.
- Munch - Go ahead.
I want to hear you say it.
If he wakes up.
Look, Munch, why don't you go home? Get some coffee.
I'll call you if I mean, when he wakes up.
- Hi, Beth.
- Hi.
Al, is he OK? Beau's all right.
He came out of surgery.
He'll be fine.
It's killed all of us, driving from Philly.
- How's Kay and Stan? - They still don't know yet.
I'm gonna go see him.
Could you keep an eye on them? - I don't need him to keep an eye on me.
- Me either.
- Zach, please don't start, OK? - What about keeping an eye on me? - OK.
- I'll get you some hot chocolate.
You find out who screwed up Holton's apartment number? Not yet.
I'll canvas all the secretaries to see who typed up the warrant.
- Give me some of that.
- No, I don't want you smelling like me.
Bayliss, I'd rather confuse a couple of people than let them get a whiff of this.
Man, that is ripe.
Here.
Take it.
- You ever think about getting shot? - Not if I can help it.
- No, I mean what it's like to get hit.
- I understand the question.
- The answer is still no.
- Do you think it would hurt? - If you're not dead, probably.
- Do you think it'd be hot or cold? Er cold.
Maybe.
Bullet's metal, right? But then maybe it goes out of the gun and heats up.
I don't know.
Maybe nothing happens.
Maybe it's just darkness.
I just wonder what it'd be like to have a bullet coming towards you, having a bullet go inside of you.
Do you look down at your shirt, see blood and say, hey, whose blood is that? - I don't know, Meldrick.
- But you know, I I used to make up statistics for my grandma.
Stuff like more people die getting in and out of bathtubs than cops get shot.
It's kind of true.
Remember Randall, retired a couple of years back? he didn't ever pull his gun one time.
- I didn't know Randall.
- He's dead now.
- Natural causes? - Yeah.
I guess I guess Well, you're not going to live forever, huh? Yeah, that's a good guess.
- Where's Giardello? - At the hospital.
All hell's breaking loose.
I need to talk to him.
Captain, what happened last night was a tragic accident, but an accident that could in no way be prevented or foreseen.
If you are here to reprimand Giardello, respectfully, you're wrong.
- Lieutenant, that's not why I'm here.
- You're not? I want Giardello to know that I back him fully, authorise extra man hours, special help.
- I'm here to help.
What can I do? - Come on.
God bless you.
Thank you, Detective Lewis.
I'm so sorry about the shooting.
Yeah, a little reality check about what's at stake out there.
Miss Pendergast, I need the original paperwork on the arrest warrants.
- I understand you typed them up.
- Yes, yesterday morning.
I got them around here somewhere.
Take care of that cold.
You sound like you got TB! Here it is.
I remember.
I thought it was such a coincidence that the file folder was 201 and so was the apartment number of the suspect.
The apartment number is 210, Miss Pendergast.
2-1-0.
- No, I'm sure it was 201.
- You flipped the numbers.
You flipped the numbers.
Oh, my God! Doctor Diller, Glen Holton has been your patient for how long? You must understand the doctor- patient relationship is confidential.
Three detectives were shot last night trying to arrest Mr Holton.
I know.
So you understand how normally jovial boys and girls would be extremely unprepared to accept the pat responses such as doctor-patient confidentiality, right? - He's been my patient seven years.
- Seven years! Are you that bad or is he that messed up? Holton is a pathological paedophile.
He engages in almost 24-hour-a-day sexual fantasies.
- Just sexual? - I know what you're going at.
People like Holton aren't capable of shooting three cops.
- His deviancy isn't homicidal.
- No, come on.
Come on! You know as well as I do, there are three components of human sex drive - instinctive, functional and emotional.
Prevailing wisdom has it that 70 or so percent of the drive is emotional.
The mind controls the act.
Murder is emotional.
He could have pulled this off.
Have you spoken with Glenn Holton since last night? Er - He left a message on my service.
- What did he say? He was crying.
He said he was going to hell.
He's right.
- Lieutenant Giardello? - Yeah.
I'm Wesley Howard.
What happened? They say my daughter was shot.
That's all they tell me.
She's in surgery.
They're trying to remove the bullet.
- Bullet? Where did she get shot? - In the chest.
- The bullet lodged in the heart.
- The heart? They can fix that? Mr Howard, we're all looking for answers.
I need to talk to somebody now about Kay Howard.
H-O-W-A-R-D.
- She's a police officer! - Sit down.
I don't want to sit down.
Lieutenant Giardello.
We've done all we can for now.
Detective Bolander has a fractured skull and a lot of intracranial haemorrhaging.
- What about the others? - Felton's a lucky man.
Bullet passed through his neck and left shoulder.
No nerve damage.
Another hit his thigh but didn't damage any arteries.
- How's Kay? - This is Detective Howard's father.
She received a critical wound to a ventricle of her heart.
We removed the bullet.
She's stabilised but on life support.
- Is she gonna die? - We'll know within the next 24 hours.
If she survives that long, she has a good chance of full recovery.
- You're saying she could die.
- We don't know how she'll respond.
- You find out what went wrong? - It was a clerical error.
- Clerical error? - A secretary wrote the wrong address.
- She wrote down 201 not 210.
- Give me her name.
I want her fired.
Gee, it's not her fault.
She's hysterical.
She's sick.
Her kids have got colds.
- She's a mess.
- Give me her name! - Mary Pendergast.
- I'll get this Mary Pendergast fired.
I wanna make sure she doesn't work for the City again.
Not answering phones, not licking stamps.
Not collecting garbage.
Nothing.
Not ever again.
Ever.
Where are you going, Gee? Come on, let me give you a ride back to the shop.
Over here.
Kay's stabilised.
I guess that means she's only half dead.
- When it hits, it really hits.
- I'd like to get the sonofabitch that did it.
- I'd like to shoot the sonofabitch.
- Stanley's strong.
- He's strong.
- The big man? Strong as an ox.
Kay's tough too.
She's small but she's tough.
She's got character.
- She'll pull through this.
- Damn straight.
- Felton's no slouch either.
- There's noble blood in that white trash.
- He'll be fine.
- Pull over.
- Pull over? - Yeah.
Hey, Gee, you all right? You know You know, I got a daughter.
Cherice.
She lives in Richmond.
When she was six, we took her to the circus, Barnum and Bailey.
One minute, she's laughing at the clowns.
You know, them getting out of the Volkswagen The next minute, she's telling me that her stomach hurts.
Soon she's crying.
Then screaming.
We drove her to the emergency room.
She's got a fever.
It's too high.
The doctors poke and prod.
They still can't find anything wrong.
Her vital signs weaken.
They put her on IV and still can't find anything wrong.
Not anything.
One morning, I walk into her room and the nurse was trying to put in a new IV and she couldn't find the spot.
Her little veins were weak.
Cherice starts getting afraid of the needle.
She looked up at me and said, "Daddy, make it better.
" And I can't tell you how I felt.
When she looked up at me and said that.
I couldn't make it better! There was nothing I could do.
She was She was my daughter and I was so powerless.
I felt so powerless.
- This is the school? - Yeah.
Holton grabbed the Borkin kid from this school? - Yeah.
- God I went to my granddaughter's Christmas pageant here.
She played an elf.
I took a couple of rolls of film of it.
This neighbourhood has really changed a lot.
- You grew up here? - Yeah.
This whole area has taken a hit.
How long were you partners with Stanley? - Ten years.
- You must have been close.
Are you kidding? We spent more time arguing about whose was bigger than closing cases.
- He was a pain in the ass.
My ass! - I feel the same way about Frank.
Hey, good partners don't necessarily have to be best friends.
Yeah Holden had been hanging around the playground off and on for a while.
Couple of boys told me he would stand staring at them during lunch.
They didn't think much of it until Holton tried to grab one through the fence.
- I went out the next day.
There he was.
- You know about last night's shooting? - Yes, sir.
- We think Holton is the shooter.
He's on the run.
The boy he murdered was kidnapped from here.
Sometimes a killer will come back to the scene of the crime.
Gives him comfort.
A happy memory of his accomplishment.
I want you to put extra officers on until we get him.
If you happen to see him, you bust him, hold him and give us a call.
You know, I had a chance to shoot that creep a couple of months ago.
He was running down a street.
I drew and aimed.
- But - You did the right thing.
- Did I? - Yeah.
Open one.
Open two.
Close two.
Mr Yeaton, I'm Detective Walker, this is Detective Pembleton.
We work homicide in Baltimore.
What can I do for you? You were Glen Holton's cellmate for five years.
Five wonderful years! You see, the upside of being a rapist or a paedophile is you don't go into general population.
You get to bunk with others of your ilk.
We shared lots of bedtime stories.
Glen shot three police officers.
We were wondering if you had any ideas as to where he might run.
Come on, you can't believe in that little cop brain that I'd ever tell you a thing.
Despite what you think, we're optimists.
Sorry to disappoint.
Besides, Glen isn't into guns.
He uses his hands for his dirty work.
He wouldn't have the nerve to pull a trigger.
- You miss him? - I miss his wit.
Then why won't you help us? - Why, Officer? - Mm-hm.
- Do I use big words? - No, no, no.
It's just that if you've been languishing in here without him these many years, I don't see why you wouldn't do anything you could to see that he get back here.
With you.
Why should he have all the fun, right? Exactly.
Glen's best friend in the real world used to work at Penn Station.
A janitor or something.
And Glen said there was a small room just off the basement hallway where he and his friend used to go and tell war stories.
You have this friend's name? Manuel - Something.
- Manuel something? - Yeah, I don't remember.
- OK.
- Oh, hey.
When you find him - Mm-hm.
Be gentle.
He's delicate.
You have our word on that.
You holding up OK? - I'm fine.
- Good.
It isn't easy for any one of us.
Like I say, you know, I'm fine.
- Feeling a little freaked? - No.
- Scared? - No.
Guilty? No, that's Bayliss, not me.
No.
Oh, I get it.
You don't feel anything at all.
You're the type of guy that two weeks from now will stop at a traffic light and all this will hit you.
When it hits, it will hit you hard, so hard your heart will burst into 100 pieces.
I wonder what's keeping Ballistics so long.
Beau.
Can you hear me? It's Beth.
I'm here.
- The kids? - They're downstairs.
The baby's with my sister in Philly.
I wasn't sure they should see you like this.
- That's good.
- I came here as fast as I could.
The doctors say you're gonna be OK.
OK.
What happened? You've been shot.
You're at Maryland Shock Trauma Hospital.
I'm alive.
Yes.
Who else got hit? Kay and Bolander.
- I could do with some water.
- You can't have any water yet.
- Just ice.
- So thirsty.
Here.
How's Kay? Where is she? - I'm not sure.
- Well, find out.
Now, Beth.
I gotta know where she is.
I gotta know if she's alive.
She always hated it when I treated her like a lady, you know.
She just wanted me to treat her like a cop.
I opened the door for her She went in first.
I should have gone in first.
It's not your fault, Beau.
- Hi, Beth.
- Hi.
I just came by to see how Beau was doing.
Well, he's gonna be all right.
- How's Kay? - She's - She's out of surgery.
- Stanley? Well We're we're waiting to hear.
I don't know anything more than that.
Um If you need anything please call me, OK? Megan Thanks.
Um I can't stay, Beau.
I just wanted to make sure you were all right.
We're gonna go back tonight.
Sorry.
Glenn Holton is five foot, nine inches tall.
He weighs 160 pounds.
He uses a nine millimetre semi-automatic, so please be careful.
Detective Drummond has made a plan with the Quick Response Team on how we should enter the train station.
Mitch? We'll focus on the custodian's room at the far end of the basement hallway.
QRT will secure the interior of the station, then lead Detectives Pembleton and Bayliss into the room itself.
Everyone involved will check their positions with the other officers and the QRT at the station.
I want everybody to be clear on procedure.
If you have questions, ask.
Don't assume.
Don't leave anything to chance, OK? - Lieutenant Russert.
- Yeah? Two QRT guys placed in the line of fire can shoot the suspect if necessary.
Two guys, that's all? Holton might open fire or hostages.
They're the experts.
Let them do their job.
OK, but I want to bring him down.
I don't want mistakes.
Understand? - Calm down, Detective.
- Calm down? I don't believe I heard you correctly.
Calm down? Listen, we're under a lot of stress, all of us here, OK? Frank What are you doing? It's my responsibility, my investigation.
No, it's not.
Not everything that happens is your responsibility.
- Not everything is your fault.
- It's my case! - You're wrong.
- Suddenly I'm wrong! You're wrong.
You may be the primary on this case but this case belongs to all of us.
Don't put this all on yourself.
We will get Holton and bring this case down.
But you let everyone do their job, you do your job, give yourself a break and we'll get this bastard together.
- Together? - Yeah, OK.
OK.
Let's go, then.
Got to get some food I'm so hungry all the time I don't know how to stop I don't know how to stop Got to get some sleep I'm so nervous in the night I don't know how to stop I don't know how to stop I don't know how to stop I don't know how to stop Got to pick up the phone I will call any number I will talk to anyone I know I've gone too far Much too far I've gone this time Don't want to think what I've done I don't know how to stop I don't know how to stop There are always hidden silences Waiting behind the chair They come out when the coast is clear They eat anything that moves I go shaky at the knees Lights go out, stars come down Like a swarm of bees No self-control No self-control No self-control No self-control No self-control, no self-control No self-control, no self-control No self-control No, no He's gone.
Last night, three veteran detectives of the Baltimore City Homicide Unit were viciously ambushed by a lone gunman while serving an arrest warrant.
The detectives were in the process of arresting one Glen Holton who is believed to be the murderer of Billy Borkin.
The detectives suffered severe wounds and were transported to Maryland Shock Trauma.
Mr Holton is still at large and is considered armed and extremely dangerous.