Homicide: Life on the Street s05e06 Episode Script

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 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.
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.