Homicide: Life on the Street s05e14 Episode Script
Diener
I found this in the next room detective.
The rich lady's Carol Bridgewell.
She's a volunteer advocate for the arts.
- Advocate - A career I coulda had.
Shoulda took better care of your trust fund, Brodie.
Sorry I'm late.
- What you doing here? - Come by to help.
- Help? - Speak to Gee.
Hey, Detective Lewis, how's it going? Jeffy Jeff McGinn, my favourite diener.
They let you off from the morgue, no cutting today? Dr Cox needed a hand so I came to help her out.
Nothing's missing.
Guess we can rule out robbery.
We don't guess, Meldrick, we hypothesise, we infer.
We extrapolate from the evidence.
We do not guess.
Easy, Frank, it's early in the morning, I haven't had my first donut yet.
- This is no ordinary crack house.
- Time of death? I'd guess between midnight and 4:00am.
She didn't mean guess, she meant extrapolate.
Blunt force to the back of the head.
- We got a weapon? - Something heavy like a club.
Frank? - Salerno.
- Yeah? Ask the maid if there was anything missing from the fireplace.
Who do you guys think did this? My best extrapolation, Professor Plum in the library with the candlestick.
- What have we got? - No forced entry, no sign of robbery.
Mrs Bridgewell was a volunteer worker with the Charles Academy of the Arts.
Students had access to the building, maybe one of 'em did it.
I'd like to go with the nearest and dearest, her brother Matthew.
- I'd like to question him first.
- I, I, I, I, I - What's that supposed to mean? - We work the case.
- What's with the I business? - It's a figure of speech.
- Team work, gentlemen.
- Come on, let's get outta here.
I'm gonna grab a snack.
Forget it, we got a case.
I get low blood sugar, there ain't no dealing with me.
Get your Pop-tart or whatever.
Four years with a partner.
I'm free at last and you stick me with Lewis? - Thanks a million.
- You're very welcome.
Hey! Hey! Still working that dope case? - Yeah, I am.
Homeless guy.
- Working alone? Yes, I am, Frank.
- Gee made you partner with anybody? - No.
It's a loser of a case.
No witness, no motive.
So I'm working alone.
- Why do you ask? - No reason.
OK.
Bingo! - Meldrick.
- Hey, Mikey - How you doing? You good? - Yeah, good, good - Yeah, what's up? - Nothing.
Look, I just erm I made an appointment with someone, to talk things out, so I've got everything under control.
Yeah that's er good.
Yeah.
Great.
I knew you would.
So er I'll talk to Gee cos I got some time coming, I'm gonna take some vacation.
You should, you need you gotta get some time like that.
So you'll cover me on Luther Mahoney and the Roh case? Absolutely, yeah.
We'll take care of it Good So erm You have a blast, right? - Whatever.
- Yeah! And get lucky.
One two and three.
- She's all set, Dr Cox.
- Great, let's get her prepped.
- Sure.
- What? Nothing.
I thought Kessler was gonna take over cos I'm through at 4:00.
- What time is it? - Ten after.
How'd it get to be that late? Yeah, Jeff, go ahead, go.
- Where is Kessler anyway? - He's probably got car trouble again.
Want me to hang till he gets here? I could start undressing her and cutting.
Could you? I wouldn't ask you, but Pembleton will sue me if Enough said.
Er I like working for you, Dr Cox.
Hey, Billy, can you give us a hand over here? Besides, a little overtime never hurt the pay cheque.
- Thanks Jeff, you're the best.
- All right.
We were at a fund raiser for the Kennedy Krieger Institute last night and then several of us went back to Carol's for a drink.
- What time did you leave? - Early.
Carol and I had been planning the event for six months.
- I was absolutely exhausted.
- About 11:00.
Was there anybody there when you left? Everyone left together.
We'll need a list of everyone there last night.
Certainly.
But you don't actually think one of them killed Carol, do you? No, we just need to ask them a few questions.
Did your sister have any enemies, love affairs gone bad? - Anything like that? - Not that I can think of.
How about at work? Down at the charities? Carol was active with the Charles Academy of the Arts.
Some of the kids there Every month another boy gets expelled for bringing a weapon to school.
Knives, guns - Was she threatened in any way? - Not that she ever mentioned.
But my sister was naive.
So some junior knucklehead with a knack for finger-painting spies Bridgewell's fancy clothes and her jewellery and decides to make a forced entry into her house.
Didn't we decide it wasn't a robbery? Nothing was stolen.
Yeah, well, maybe junior got jumpy.
- You got a better idea, Frank? - Her brother wasn't too broken up.
I wanna talk to all the people at her house last night.
Here we go with that "l" business again, "I want this, I want that.
" Is this your subtle way of telling me you don't wanna be my partner? Cos I'm not thrilled with the situation myself.
Last time we worked together, a bullet hit a woman in the head in a supermarket parking lot, remember? - 'And she just fell down? ' - Right.
I wanted to investigate in the black neighbourhood, you said I was jumping to conclusions.
- I'm biased - Am I the primary here or what? That bullet came out of a white neighbourhood and you were jumping to conclusions.
I'm not.
You can't admit that maybe I'm right.
Well, you aren't right.
- These kids have been to her house.
- So has her brother.
Let's go talk to this Carol Bridgewell's guests.
Well, it's the same old song, Frank.
Everybody at the Bridgewell party left at 11:00, and ain't nobody seen anything suspicious.
- Who's next on the list? - You mean who's last? Last was Mr and Mrs Chandler.
And I say it's about quitting time.
Let's go to the morgue and see if Cox has dealt with the autopsy.
No, wait.
She said she'd page us when she was done.
Nobody paged me.
Now, I say you should go home and hug your little girl before she falls asleep.
- All right.
- Yeah, see? See how I compromise? - What? - I compromise.
We talked to these people all day and we didn't go to the Charles Academy.
We're going there first thing tomorrow morning.
- Did you say "we", Frank? - Get in the car.
- You did, you said "we".
- You wanna go home or not? That's team work, Frank, see how it works? It's a beautiful thing.
'It's late.
' 'I'm so tired.
' - Felt good today.
- What's that? It felt like my gut was back.
You know what I mean, like it was all for a purpose The months of desk work and ordering pizzas and answering phones, waiting for the gun test, waiting to get my badge back.
And the first few good cases I weren't up to speed, but today, you know, hey I felt like myself.
- You know what? - What? Olivia played peek-a-boo tonight.
- Peek-a-boo? - Mm-hm.
That new? Yes, Frank it's new.
Good.
Is that all you have to say? What do you mean? Frank Frank? - Frank? - Yeah? I think we need to talk to a marriage counsellor.
- What? - Things haven't felt right lately and Come on, come on, sweetie, what are you talking about? You know, things have never been better between the two of us.
Is this about the peek-a-boo? This is not about the peek-a-boo.
This is about us.
I want us to go and talk to a marriage counsellor.
OK, sweetie, if you're upset, you should talk to somebody But not me, I mean I'm OK.
I never felt better I love you.
You know that don't you? Peek-a-boo Peek Peek-a-boo Peek-a-boo, Livvy, peek-a-boo Huh Peek-a-boo Peek-a-boo, Livvy - You wanna talk about it? - What? My driving.
I hear your little sighs every time I genuflect at a stop sign.
Your wife, she still at her mother's? Nah, she's home.
- You two on speaking terms? - No.
- Not at all? - You know women got all this right.
- What? - They can hold a grudge.
Hmm.
I mean me, I get mad, I blow up, it's over, bada-bing, right? Barbara, she hangs onto stuff for weeks, months.
- Like the sock situation.
- What sock situation? - I roll the socks up into a ball, right? - Right.
Right.
She says that stretches the elastic.
She's a folder, right? - A folder? - You know, she er she folds.
You guys talked about marriage counselling? - You been talking to Barbara? - No Watch the road, man! - Do guys ever bring up counselling? - No.
So whose side are these therapists are on? Why can't people talk out their problems without a stranger? - There's a reason.
- What? If you bring in a therapist, it's automatically two against one.
And let me tell you something else.
Love spelt backwards is EVOL.
- What? - Yeah, E-V-O-L.
Evil.
That that's not "love" spelt backwards, that's "live" spelt backwards.
Cut me some poetic slack, would you, Frank? Hey! That's a work by one of Carol's students, Ramone Sadhia.
This is Mount and Fayette.
What about the students' backgrounds? Our enrolment is city-wide, Detective.
We have kids from Roland Park and Guilford side by side with kids from the worst city projects.
Carol didn't care where a child came from.
If she saw talent, she gave her money, her time.
We wanna talk to Mrs Bridgewell's students.
Can you get us a list? Sure.
You might want to start with him.
- Who? - Dontae Cleveland.
He's very talented with an artist's temperament to match.
Yeah, I got suspended, so what? You got suspended for threatening Ms Bridgewell.
That bitch jumped into my face so I told her to back off, that's all.
What did she jump in your face about? She was trying to tell me what's art and what's not.
She's your teacher, maybe she was just trying to school your young ass? Look, I don't need some rich white lady telling me what to paint.
Cos she's got lots of art in her house means she knows more than me? - So you've been to her house? - Yeah, once.
But I had enough, I knew what she was about.
- What was she about? - Trying to be some mother.
Take care of us poor, underprivileged students.
She didn't care about us.
She wanted to show us off to her rich friends.
I don't really miss that at all, for real.
Hey, all right.
- Here we go.
- I'm a hungry man.
Where is it? Is that you? Oh, yeah, this is you.
Ah, provolone and onion.
Bland and zing.
Soft and crunch.
The yin and yang of sandwich fillings.
- Extra onion like you asked for.
- Thanks, Brodie.
Only a man with no woman in his life eats extra onion for lunch.
- Lieutenant.
- Oh, great.
- Salad, no dressing.
- No dressing? That's what you asked for.
- Got you a lemon.
- A lemon? I'll run a list of Bridgewell's students through the system, see what turns up.
The only thing you got on these kids is some of them grew up in projects.
No, Frank, at least one of 'em didn't like her.
I'm gonna check the records and run their juvie cards.
- Suit yourself, OK? - That's right, Frank, I'll suit myself.
Do I smell the acrid aroma of squad room discord? The breakdown of the collaborative process? Because I'd hate to think that two of my carefully matched detectives are finding lumps in the honeymoon mattress.
Reassure me of all the progress the two of you have made.
- Everything's fine.
- Good.
"Fine" is good.
I like hearing "fine".
It's almost as good as hearing "arrest".
Pembleton, the ME Lab called.
They've finished the Bridgewell autopsy.
Hey, hey, hey, autopsy news, let's go.
Autopsy! I'm right behind you, Frank.
- The effects for the Bridgewell case? - Bagged and ready.
Great! Wow, I've never had music here before.
It keeps things moving, you don't mind it, do you? - No, no, no.
Actually, I like it.
- All right.
- Can't dance to it, though? - You want dance music? Tomorrow we bring the Ramones and we raise the dead.
What's the word on Carol Bridgewell? What we have is severe blunt trauma.
We've got 12 to 15 major hits to the head and upper torso, six of which could've been the lethal blow.
Then we have a vast array of contusions.
- I'd say the killer was seriously angry.
- Hmm, and the weapon? Some of the injuries are suggestive of a flat object with a curved side.
- Others show a solid edging like say - A small shovel.
- From a fireplace set.
- Not bad.
- We actually do this for a living.
- Any defence wounds? Yeah, two torn nails on the right hand.
I took scrapings of skin and blood.
Your man should be scratched.
So the victim was killed with something already in the house by an otherwise unarmed person in a rage who continually hit her after she was past caring.
She knew her killer and she knew her students.
Let's go talk to the brother's wife again, alone.
- Have you got some goodies for us? - Yeah, Jeff! - Give the customer his groceries.
- Yeah, OK.
Clothes and shoes are here, valuables are here and blood, bile, urine samples and, yeah, the nail scrapings.
- Got my French fries in here? - Take care.
Let me know if you get a suspect, I'll rush DNA testing for a match.
- Pleasure doing business with you.
- Happy hunting.
Mrs Bridgewell you told us before that all of the guests left around 11:00.
Is there any chance you could've missed someone who was left behind? No, I don't think so.
But you should ask my husband.
Perhaps Matthew saw somebody when he went back.
- He went back? - Yes, he'd forgotten his briefcase.
He and Carol had been discussing the inheritance that afternoon.
After he dropped me off, he went back to get it.
- Why didn't you mention this before? - I don't know, is it important? - How long was your husband gone? - I'm not sure, actually.
I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
Did your husband get along with his sister? Well, Carol was sort of a free spirit and Matthew didn't always approve, but they were very affectionate.
They didn't have any problems, no fights, no arguments? Well, yes, over their mother's estate.
Erm she died last fall.
- They argued over money? - Oh, no, no, not money.
It was over the sentimental items that they couldn't agree on.
Antiques, jewellery and such.
Matthew and Carol loved each other, but, when it came to their mother's possessions, they behaved like children.
- Where's your husband right now? - He said he was back at the office.
We tried his office, his broker, the health club, the country club, the funeral home where they're making arrangements for his sister.
The guy's nowhere he's supposed to be.
I got a warm feeling for Mr Matthew Bridgewell.
Just because we can't find the guy don't mean he's guilty.
- What? - His sister just got whacked.
Maybe he's up on some mountain top, talking to Yogananda about the oneness of stuff.
He's a squirrel, man! I want Matthew Bridgewell in a box.
I wanna talk to him for a long time.
- I, I, I - I want to know what he's doing.
What kind of an outfit do you run, Lieutenant? Naomi! You gentlemen have some explaining to do! See, no diamond ring.
I want my diamond ring.
Are you sure your sister was wearing that ring? Carol always wore it.
I told her to keep it in her safe, it was a family heirloom, but she wouldn't listen to me.
There's no record of a ring.
It wasn't catalogued.
- Someone must've taken it.
- What are you saying, Mr Bridgewell? The most valuable jewel my sister had on her body just happens to be missing? - Some cop stole it.
- You don't know that, sir.
Everyone at the party saw the ring on her finger.
You want a lawsuit? I can provide one.
It's possible the ring was misplaced.
We'll do a thorough search.
I'll wait.
- We have more questions for you.
- About what? You're preoccupied with her jewellery, but we're trying to find her killer.
- That's my main concern.
- Of course, it is.
You wanna step this way and get comfortable? This way.
That's Matthew Bridgewell! Picture's in the paper every other week.
Sportsman, philanthropist, millionaire murderer.
- You saw the ring on her finger? - That one in particular, no.
Howard, have Munch double-check Evidence Control, ME's office, review Brodie's film of the crime scene.
- See if the ring was on her finger.
- You got it, Gee.
There's no ring on that tape.
He knows exactly where that ring is, he took it when he killed his sister.
Why come to the police accusing us of stealing it? I'm going in the Box to find out.
My father had this ring made at Bromwell & Brown in 1961.
Three diamonds, one from each of my grandmother's engagement rings plus my mother's diamonds set in 18-carat gold.
It cannot possibly be replaced.
So it wasn't the money, it's the sentimental value.
- That's what I've been saying.
- It's part of the family inheritance.
Mm Your mother passed away last fall? I don't remember telling you that.
We had a conversation with your wife actually.
- She didn't tell you? - She tells me everything.
She said you went to your sister's house after the party, alone.
- Yes, I'd forgotten my briefcase.
- You talk about anything in particular? What we talked about has nothing to do with her murder.
We're assessing your sister's state of mind, it might lead somewhere.
We know that you and your sister disagreed about the inheritance from your mother.
Carol and I disagreed about lots of things.
- That subject didn't come up? - It did not.
Let's talk about that afternoon.
You took your briefcase with you.
- Were you discussing the inheritance? - It was a business discussion.
That may have ended in an argument? We're asking these questions cos we found something interesting in your sister's autopsy.
We found scrapings underneath her fingernails: Blood, skin.
If we match the blood under her nails, we figure we've nailed her killer.
Maybe the blood got there another way.
Maybe she scratched somebody accidentally.
- Maybe there was an argument.
- I don't know anything about that.
You don't recall your sister accidentally scratching you last night? Any scratches on your body? Something minor? Something that maybe you didn't notice until this very moment? - I should call my attorney.
- That's your right.
Absolutely.
But that automatically makes our relationship adversarial.
We'll have to get a search warrant for your person, your house.
I think I'd like to call my attorney now.
- You know one thing still bothers me.
- What's that, Frank? You come here accusing the cops of stealing your ring.
Earlier, you implied that it was one of Carol's students that killed her.
How can you be sure the ring was still on her? If some tough kid knocked her off, don't you think he'd have taken her ring? Have a seat sir.
You'll call your lawyer, but he or she's gonna come down and meet you here.
- You cannot hold me.
- Oh, yes, we can.
We got plenty of business to take care of.
Drawing blood, checking you for scratches.
You're gonna be here for a while.
You might want to stick around to see if that ring don't turn up, huh? Matthew Bridgewell killed his sister.
He's our man.
That's a case of sibling rivalry that got out of hand.
I knew it.
If we find the ring in his possession, we got him.
Munch is still at Evidence Control and so far nothing's come up.
Course not, Bridgewell's just putting on a show, he's always had it.
You think one of the richest men in Baltimore's gonna kill his sister over a lousy diamond ring? - That surprises you? - It's an act of symbolism.
That ring signifies a mother's love.
The longer I do this job, the more convinced I am that everything boils down to your relationship with your mother.
- It's terrifying but it's true! - You don't see me with a kid, do you? Are you one of the beautiful people Is my name on the list? Wanna be of the beautiful people Wanna feel like I'm missed Hey you with the walkie-talkie I know my clothes are not right I wish I had my own walkie-talkie That reached to God every night Everyone needs to be somebody Everyone needs to find someone who cares But I don't know if you know what I mean Cause I'm never on your list Ed, don't insult my intelligence.
We can place him at the scene at the time of the murder.
He'd been arguing with the victim about their inheritance plus DNA tests prove that his blood was under her fingernails.
Carol accidentally scratched him when he helped move some furniture.
How come he didn't tell us that in the interview? Because he was being harassed.
He was being falsely accused.
He was smart, he shut up and called his lawyer before you could twist his statement into something it wasn't.
We didn't twist nothing.
He killed her.
You killed her! - Do you have a murder weapon? - No, we don't.
There's also Carol Bridgewell's ring that hasn't been recovered, has it? - It has not.
- It was obviously stolen by her killer.
The motive is clear, she was murdered during a robbery.
This was a crime of passion.
A burglar wouldn't have continued to bludgeon her after she was dead.
That depends.
I understand you have a list of Carol's students.
I'll bet you can find some real suspects there.
Your evidence against my client is purely circumstantial.
- Strong enough for the Grand Jury.
- Take it anywhere you want.
A ring's missing, the murder was robbery, that constitutes reasonable doubt.
Even if we go to trial, you'll never get a conviction.
So, if you'll excuse us, my client and I are leaving.
You let me know if you want to press charges.
What next? Can you prove the ring was on her finger when the body was found? Brodie taped that body from every angle but the one we need.
There's no clear shot of her left hand.
The uniforms didn't mention it in their statement, we didn't find the ring in her house and it wasn't catalogued.
We searched his house, his office, his safe deposit box.
No ring.
Without that ring, we could all end up with egg on our faces.
I'll bring the evidence we have to the Grand Jury.
Let's go talk to Salerno, he was the first on the scene, maybe he saw this damn diamond ring.
- Salerno doesn't remember the ring.
- Of course not.
As much as I hate to say it, you think somebody stole it from the scene? - What like a uniform? - It's been known to happen.
Hey, I'm kidding, Sarge.
A patrolman finds a dead guy with a few hundred dollars in his pocket, maybe the stiff winds up in a morgue a few twenties light, that's happened.
But not jewellery, that's evidence, a cop won't mess with evidence.
In a case last month, the parents were looking for the daughter's bracelet.
It wasn't with her effects.
I thought it'd just been lost, but Stepopalos had a case a couple of months back.
Guy's Rolex was missing.
Family put up a bit of a stink.
Is there a connection, same reporting officer? I don't know, same reporting officer, someone from the ME's lab? So what makes you so sure it's one of my crew? One of the uniforms at the scene may have taken the jewellery.
We're checking that out.
You don't think it's a cop? Last place you'd look is in the mirror.
With a missing ring in this case, the suspect's lawyer is trying to turn the murder into a robbery, so if we find the ring, he has no defence.
All these thefts took place in the last three months.
Oh, since I've been Chief, you mean.
No, look, we know you've been making a lot of changes, hiring new staff.
We just want the names of the most recent, that's all.
Mm-hm, yeah, I'll look into it.
- What does that mean? - I think it means I will look into it.
If there's a thief on my staff, believe me, you'll be the first to know.
Is there anything else? I've got a lot of work to do.
Brodie? Er, yeah - Can I talk to you for a second? - Sure, Dr Cox.
- Oh! Hey.
- Hey Erm I was wondering I need you to put a camera in my lab.
Somebody might be stealing personal items off the victims.
Is this about the missing diamond ring? Yeah, yeah.
I think I know who it is, I don't want to accuse anybody till I have proof.
Video surveillance.
- That's legal right? - Yeah, absolutely.
No audio, cos conversations are protected, but video's no problem.
Great.
Good.
- So you'll help me out, right? - Yeah.
I need gear.
- Gear? - Spy gear.
The owner of the spy shop called those two Mutt and Jeff.
Here we go.
He said, if installed correctly, they'll give you 100% coverage of any room.
- Spy shop, huh? - Yeah.
- You get any real life spies in there? - No.
Mostly double-income couples trying to keep an eye on nanny! We live in a cynical, distrustful, paranoid world.
Oh, hey, Mary You're looking for Frank? - He's not here right now.
- I'm looking for you.
- Can we talk for a few minutes? - Sure, have a seat.
Alone.
Oh, sure, how about in there, the Box? All these years of listening to Frank telling you about his day, you know, this suspect, that suspect, interrogations in the Box! This room is such a big part of his life, I've just never been inside.
It's not a place to take your wife.
But I bet you he has spent more time here than he has in his own living room.
I don't know about that.
Well, sure, I mean when you count up the hours.
He's probably spent more time with you in the last couple of years, not counting sleep, than he has with me and Olivia.
- Well - But that's not why I'm here.
I'm not here to complain about Frank's dedication to his job.
I came down here to ask you a favour.
Anything.
I want you to go back to being partners with him.
Mary, I Look, er - He's not gonna ask you himself.
- Yeah.
You know Frank.
But, er I can tell, he misses you.
He needs somebody.
I don't even know what happened between you two, he didn't tell me.
- I don't know if it's a fight or what.
- It was nothing like that really.
- He thinks everything is fine.
- Yeah.
I mean, in his mind he's recovered, he's back on the job.
You know, he feels like himself again.
And I'm glad, being a homicide detective is who he is.
I'm just not sure being a homicide detective's wife is who I am.
There's your thief, right there.
Would you like to see more? No, I think I've seen enough.
Thank you, Brodie.
- Right.
- Wow, I really liked him, too.
- I'm sorry.
- Yeah, so am I.
I seem to have a habit of liking the wrong people.
- Yeah - Thanks, Brodie.
Hey, Dr Cox.
- I got the next customer prepared.
- Thanks, Jeff.
I wanna thank you for the overtime you've been putting in.
Oh, it's not a problem.
Well, you know, this job isn't high in the satisfaction scale.
Well, it definitely beats dressing stiffs at a funeral home.
Yeah, but still, you know, you're mucking around in body parts, blood and guts, dirty job that nobody wants to do.
For what? A lousy 20 grand a year.
- Barely pays the bills, right? - Hmm And yet you keep coming in, day after day, working hard.
And you do it well, Jeff.
Thanks.
No complaints.
Everybody else around here, they bitch about their salary, but not you.
You seem to find doing a good job compensation enough.
How did you know it was me? It's that diamond ring, right? I knew I shouldn't have taken that ring.
I mean, a ring like that, somebody's gonna notice, somebody's gonna make a big deal out of it.
- Where is it? - I don't know.
I sold it.
That ring could interfere with a murder investigation.
The killer might very well go free because of that ring, Jeff! I never meant for that to happen, Dr Cox.
Are you willing to testify you stole it off the body? Yeah Guess this means I don't have a job any more.
Yeah, you got that right.
Dr Cox, I'm not hurting anybody.
These people are dead, they won't miss their jewellery.
I'm not a criminal, it's just a It's just a watch here, a few bucks there.
It's just to make ends meet, to get a couple of extra CDs or maybe just you know take my my girlfriend out for her birthday.
You know what? Are you telling me I'm not entitled to those things, cos I didn't go to school like you, I wasn't smart enough to go to college? Because I don't come from a rich family? I trusted you, McGinn.
I did a good job, you just said so yourself.
No, Dr Cox, could you just wait? Dr Cox, I'm I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have taken the ring Dr Cox No diamond ring.
- Where's my ring? - I don't know.
- Where's the diamond ring? - I don't know.
I pawned it.
- Which pawn shop? - Triple Bone, Charles Street.
- Detective Lewis - Give it a rest.
Thanks for your help, Doc.
Dr Cox, I meant what I said before.
I really liked working for you.
- So you didn't find the diamond ring? - Er The pawn broker suddenly got a case of amnesia.
- The ring must be half way to Brussels.
- What about Matthew Bridgewell? Jeff McGinn will testify that he took the ring off the dead woman's hand.
Plus the DNA evidence of the scratches, we'll take it to trial, see where it goes.
Matthew Bridgewell's fate is in the hands of the Maryland state judicial system.
We've taken care of the order, the law is up to Danvers.
Well, congratulations.
Yeah, and I'll tell you something else.
Frank and I got through this case and we're still talking.
I'm not talking to you, I'm here for the sodas.
- You smell something? - What? Oh, Bayliss! What? I got to do everything around here? - I don't smell anything.
- Oh, man! Oh, my God! Bayliss, you're gonna burn the place down.
Yeah getting pretty late.
- Meaning what? - I don't know, I mean Mary's probably waiting at home for you, hmm? - I can take care of my marriage.
- OK, Frank.
I'm getting outta here, Mary's probably waiting for me.
- Hey, Frank, erm - What? Just want to say that I think that us not being partners, that's that's a good thing, a good thing, but nothing's written in stone.
- No, it isn't.
- No.
So er if you wanted a partner again and you know, just on a couple of cases in the future or something like that, we can talk about it, that's it.
Just want to say the subject's not closed.
You're absolutely right.
You and me partnering up was getting stale.
We knew each other's moves.
This is better for the police work.
Yeah.
OK, Frank.
- Good night.
- Good night.
Bayliss! - What? - What? Hey, Julianna.
Got to stop meeting like this.
- Have a seat.
- No, I'm just getting something to go.
You can have a seat while you're waiting.
Thanks.
- I thought you were on vacation? - I am.
I'm having a vacation in Fell's Point.
Can't beat the BLTs.
- BLT? - Mm-hm.
Yeah, I'll have the same to go, thank you.
Bad day? Am I that easy to read? - You want to talk about it? - No, not really.
- OK.
- We live in a cynical, distrustful world.
You and I, we are pretty cynical and distrustful, right? I'm a homicide detective, of course I'm cynical and distrustful.
Yet I think we have to keep expecting the best out of people or I'd go nuts.
Do you want to tell me exactly what happened? Oh, it's it's, you know Somebody let me down, somebody I trusted, that's all.
- Wow, am I a lousy judge of character! - Yeah, you went out with me.
Well, I guess I expect too much.
What is that saying? Expect nothing and you won't be disappointed Oh, so you're saying you should expect less? Yeah, maybe I should, maybe I'd be happier.
- You know what? - What? Happiness is overrated.
Miss, your order's ready.
See you around.
- Hey, Julianna? - What? Don't lower your expectations.
Someone's gotta keep the standards up around here.
Yeah.
Hey, hey, hey, how are my girls? - Oh, you're in a good mood.
- Yeah, why wouldn't I be? I didn't know when you'd be home so I didn't cook.
- We got some frozen dinners.
- I'll find something.
Hey, how how you're doing? Yum, yum, yum Hmm! Apple sauce, yummy! Yummy! Peek-a-boo Peek-a-boo.
- So you see that counsellor? - No, I decided there wasn't any point.
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo.
Good.
What's a counsellor gonna tell you you don't know yourself? Ah! Peek-a-boo.
Ah! Peek-a-boo.
Peek-a-boo.
The rich lady's Carol Bridgewell.
She's a volunteer advocate for the arts.
- Advocate - A career I coulda had.
Shoulda took better care of your trust fund, Brodie.
Sorry I'm late.
- What you doing here? - Come by to help.
- Help? - Speak to Gee.
Hey, Detective Lewis, how's it going? Jeffy Jeff McGinn, my favourite diener.
They let you off from the morgue, no cutting today? Dr Cox needed a hand so I came to help her out.
Nothing's missing.
Guess we can rule out robbery.
We don't guess, Meldrick, we hypothesise, we infer.
We extrapolate from the evidence.
We do not guess.
Easy, Frank, it's early in the morning, I haven't had my first donut yet.
- This is no ordinary crack house.
- Time of death? I'd guess between midnight and 4:00am.
She didn't mean guess, she meant extrapolate.
Blunt force to the back of the head.
- We got a weapon? - Something heavy like a club.
Frank? - Salerno.
- Yeah? Ask the maid if there was anything missing from the fireplace.
Who do you guys think did this? My best extrapolation, Professor Plum in the library with the candlestick.
- What have we got? - No forced entry, no sign of robbery.
Mrs Bridgewell was a volunteer worker with the Charles Academy of the Arts.
Students had access to the building, maybe one of 'em did it.
I'd like to go with the nearest and dearest, her brother Matthew.
- I'd like to question him first.
- I, I, I, I, I - What's that supposed to mean? - We work the case.
- What's with the I business? - It's a figure of speech.
- Team work, gentlemen.
- Come on, let's get outta here.
I'm gonna grab a snack.
Forget it, we got a case.
I get low blood sugar, there ain't no dealing with me.
Get your Pop-tart or whatever.
Four years with a partner.
I'm free at last and you stick me with Lewis? - Thanks a million.
- You're very welcome.
Hey! Hey! Still working that dope case? - Yeah, I am.
Homeless guy.
- Working alone? Yes, I am, Frank.
- Gee made you partner with anybody? - No.
It's a loser of a case.
No witness, no motive.
So I'm working alone.
- Why do you ask? - No reason.
OK.
Bingo! - Meldrick.
- Hey, Mikey - How you doing? You good? - Yeah, good, good - Yeah, what's up? - Nothing.
Look, I just erm I made an appointment with someone, to talk things out, so I've got everything under control.
Yeah that's er good.
Yeah.
Great.
I knew you would.
So er I'll talk to Gee cos I got some time coming, I'm gonna take some vacation.
You should, you need you gotta get some time like that.
So you'll cover me on Luther Mahoney and the Roh case? Absolutely, yeah.
We'll take care of it Good So erm You have a blast, right? - Whatever.
- Yeah! And get lucky.
One two and three.
- She's all set, Dr Cox.
- Great, let's get her prepped.
- Sure.
- What? Nothing.
I thought Kessler was gonna take over cos I'm through at 4:00.
- What time is it? - Ten after.
How'd it get to be that late? Yeah, Jeff, go ahead, go.
- Where is Kessler anyway? - He's probably got car trouble again.
Want me to hang till he gets here? I could start undressing her and cutting.
Could you? I wouldn't ask you, but Pembleton will sue me if Enough said.
Er I like working for you, Dr Cox.
Hey, Billy, can you give us a hand over here? Besides, a little overtime never hurt the pay cheque.
- Thanks Jeff, you're the best.
- All right.
We were at a fund raiser for the Kennedy Krieger Institute last night and then several of us went back to Carol's for a drink.
- What time did you leave? - Early.
Carol and I had been planning the event for six months.
- I was absolutely exhausted.
- About 11:00.
Was there anybody there when you left? Everyone left together.
We'll need a list of everyone there last night.
Certainly.
But you don't actually think one of them killed Carol, do you? No, we just need to ask them a few questions.
Did your sister have any enemies, love affairs gone bad? - Anything like that? - Not that I can think of.
How about at work? Down at the charities? Carol was active with the Charles Academy of the Arts.
Some of the kids there Every month another boy gets expelled for bringing a weapon to school.
Knives, guns - Was she threatened in any way? - Not that she ever mentioned.
But my sister was naive.
So some junior knucklehead with a knack for finger-painting spies Bridgewell's fancy clothes and her jewellery and decides to make a forced entry into her house.
Didn't we decide it wasn't a robbery? Nothing was stolen.
Yeah, well, maybe junior got jumpy.
- You got a better idea, Frank? - Her brother wasn't too broken up.
I wanna talk to all the people at her house last night.
Here we go with that "l" business again, "I want this, I want that.
" Is this your subtle way of telling me you don't wanna be my partner? Cos I'm not thrilled with the situation myself.
Last time we worked together, a bullet hit a woman in the head in a supermarket parking lot, remember? - 'And she just fell down? ' - Right.
I wanted to investigate in the black neighbourhood, you said I was jumping to conclusions.
- I'm biased - Am I the primary here or what? That bullet came out of a white neighbourhood and you were jumping to conclusions.
I'm not.
You can't admit that maybe I'm right.
Well, you aren't right.
- These kids have been to her house.
- So has her brother.
Let's go talk to this Carol Bridgewell's guests.
Well, it's the same old song, Frank.
Everybody at the Bridgewell party left at 11:00, and ain't nobody seen anything suspicious.
- Who's next on the list? - You mean who's last? Last was Mr and Mrs Chandler.
And I say it's about quitting time.
Let's go to the morgue and see if Cox has dealt with the autopsy.
No, wait.
She said she'd page us when she was done.
Nobody paged me.
Now, I say you should go home and hug your little girl before she falls asleep.
- All right.
- Yeah, see? See how I compromise? - What? - I compromise.
We talked to these people all day and we didn't go to the Charles Academy.
We're going there first thing tomorrow morning.
- Did you say "we", Frank? - Get in the car.
- You did, you said "we".
- You wanna go home or not? That's team work, Frank, see how it works? It's a beautiful thing.
'It's late.
' 'I'm so tired.
' - Felt good today.
- What's that? It felt like my gut was back.
You know what I mean, like it was all for a purpose The months of desk work and ordering pizzas and answering phones, waiting for the gun test, waiting to get my badge back.
And the first few good cases I weren't up to speed, but today, you know, hey I felt like myself.
- You know what? - What? Olivia played peek-a-boo tonight.
- Peek-a-boo? - Mm-hm.
That new? Yes, Frank it's new.
Good.
Is that all you have to say? What do you mean? Frank Frank? - Frank? - Yeah? I think we need to talk to a marriage counsellor.
- What? - Things haven't felt right lately and Come on, come on, sweetie, what are you talking about? You know, things have never been better between the two of us.
Is this about the peek-a-boo? This is not about the peek-a-boo.
This is about us.
I want us to go and talk to a marriage counsellor.
OK, sweetie, if you're upset, you should talk to somebody But not me, I mean I'm OK.
I never felt better I love you.
You know that don't you? Peek-a-boo Peek Peek-a-boo Peek-a-boo, Livvy, peek-a-boo Huh Peek-a-boo Peek-a-boo, Livvy - You wanna talk about it? - What? My driving.
I hear your little sighs every time I genuflect at a stop sign.
Your wife, she still at her mother's? Nah, she's home.
- You two on speaking terms? - No.
- Not at all? - You know women got all this right.
- What? - They can hold a grudge.
Hmm.
I mean me, I get mad, I blow up, it's over, bada-bing, right? Barbara, she hangs onto stuff for weeks, months.
- Like the sock situation.
- What sock situation? - I roll the socks up into a ball, right? - Right.
Right.
She says that stretches the elastic.
She's a folder, right? - A folder? - You know, she er she folds.
You guys talked about marriage counselling? - You been talking to Barbara? - No Watch the road, man! - Do guys ever bring up counselling? - No.
So whose side are these therapists are on? Why can't people talk out their problems without a stranger? - There's a reason.
- What? If you bring in a therapist, it's automatically two against one.
And let me tell you something else.
Love spelt backwards is EVOL.
- What? - Yeah, E-V-O-L.
Evil.
That that's not "love" spelt backwards, that's "live" spelt backwards.
Cut me some poetic slack, would you, Frank? Hey! That's a work by one of Carol's students, Ramone Sadhia.
This is Mount and Fayette.
What about the students' backgrounds? Our enrolment is city-wide, Detective.
We have kids from Roland Park and Guilford side by side with kids from the worst city projects.
Carol didn't care where a child came from.
If she saw talent, she gave her money, her time.
We wanna talk to Mrs Bridgewell's students.
Can you get us a list? Sure.
You might want to start with him.
- Who? - Dontae Cleveland.
He's very talented with an artist's temperament to match.
Yeah, I got suspended, so what? You got suspended for threatening Ms Bridgewell.
That bitch jumped into my face so I told her to back off, that's all.
What did she jump in your face about? She was trying to tell me what's art and what's not.
She's your teacher, maybe she was just trying to school your young ass? Look, I don't need some rich white lady telling me what to paint.
Cos she's got lots of art in her house means she knows more than me? - So you've been to her house? - Yeah, once.
But I had enough, I knew what she was about.
- What was she about? - Trying to be some mother.
Take care of us poor, underprivileged students.
She didn't care about us.
She wanted to show us off to her rich friends.
I don't really miss that at all, for real.
Hey, all right.
- Here we go.
- I'm a hungry man.
Where is it? Is that you? Oh, yeah, this is you.
Ah, provolone and onion.
Bland and zing.
Soft and crunch.
The yin and yang of sandwich fillings.
- Extra onion like you asked for.
- Thanks, Brodie.
Only a man with no woman in his life eats extra onion for lunch.
- Lieutenant.
- Oh, great.
- Salad, no dressing.
- No dressing? That's what you asked for.
- Got you a lemon.
- A lemon? I'll run a list of Bridgewell's students through the system, see what turns up.
The only thing you got on these kids is some of them grew up in projects.
No, Frank, at least one of 'em didn't like her.
I'm gonna check the records and run their juvie cards.
- Suit yourself, OK? - That's right, Frank, I'll suit myself.
Do I smell the acrid aroma of squad room discord? The breakdown of the collaborative process? Because I'd hate to think that two of my carefully matched detectives are finding lumps in the honeymoon mattress.
Reassure me of all the progress the two of you have made.
- Everything's fine.
- Good.
"Fine" is good.
I like hearing "fine".
It's almost as good as hearing "arrest".
Pembleton, the ME Lab called.
They've finished the Bridgewell autopsy.
Hey, hey, hey, autopsy news, let's go.
Autopsy! I'm right behind you, Frank.
- The effects for the Bridgewell case? - Bagged and ready.
Great! Wow, I've never had music here before.
It keeps things moving, you don't mind it, do you? - No, no, no.
Actually, I like it.
- All right.
- Can't dance to it, though? - You want dance music? Tomorrow we bring the Ramones and we raise the dead.
What's the word on Carol Bridgewell? What we have is severe blunt trauma.
We've got 12 to 15 major hits to the head and upper torso, six of which could've been the lethal blow.
Then we have a vast array of contusions.
- I'd say the killer was seriously angry.
- Hmm, and the weapon? Some of the injuries are suggestive of a flat object with a curved side.
- Others show a solid edging like say - A small shovel.
- From a fireplace set.
- Not bad.
- We actually do this for a living.
- Any defence wounds? Yeah, two torn nails on the right hand.
I took scrapings of skin and blood.
Your man should be scratched.
So the victim was killed with something already in the house by an otherwise unarmed person in a rage who continually hit her after she was past caring.
She knew her killer and she knew her students.
Let's go talk to the brother's wife again, alone.
- Have you got some goodies for us? - Yeah, Jeff! - Give the customer his groceries.
- Yeah, OK.
Clothes and shoes are here, valuables are here and blood, bile, urine samples and, yeah, the nail scrapings.
- Got my French fries in here? - Take care.
Let me know if you get a suspect, I'll rush DNA testing for a match.
- Pleasure doing business with you.
- Happy hunting.
Mrs Bridgewell you told us before that all of the guests left around 11:00.
Is there any chance you could've missed someone who was left behind? No, I don't think so.
But you should ask my husband.
Perhaps Matthew saw somebody when he went back.
- He went back? - Yes, he'd forgotten his briefcase.
He and Carol had been discussing the inheritance that afternoon.
After he dropped me off, he went back to get it.
- Why didn't you mention this before? - I don't know, is it important? - How long was your husband gone? - I'm not sure, actually.
I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
Did your husband get along with his sister? Well, Carol was sort of a free spirit and Matthew didn't always approve, but they were very affectionate.
They didn't have any problems, no fights, no arguments? Well, yes, over their mother's estate.
Erm she died last fall.
- They argued over money? - Oh, no, no, not money.
It was over the sentimental items that they couldn't agree on.
Antiques, jewellery and such.
Matthew and Carol loved each other, but, when it came to their mother's possessions, they behaved like children.
- Where's your husband right now? - He said he was back at the office.
We tried his office, his broker, the health club, the country club, the funeral home where they're making arrangements for his sister.
The guy's nowhere he's supposed to be.
I got a warm feeling for Mr Matthew Bridgewell.
Just because we can't find the guy don't mean he's guilty.
- What? - His sister just got whacked.
Maybe he's up on some mountain top, talking to Yogananda about the oneness of stuff.
He's a squirrel, man! I want Matthew Bridgewell in a box.
I wanna talk to him for a long time.
- I, I, I - I want to know what he's doing.
What kind of an outfit do you run, Lieutenant? Naomi! You gentlemen have some explaining to do! See, no diamond ring.
I want my diamond ring.
Are you sure your sister was wearing that ring? Carol always wore it.
I told her to keep it in her safe, it was a family heirloom, but she wouldn't listen to me.
There's no record of a ring.
It wasn't catalogued.
- Someone must've taken it.
- What are you saying, Mr Bridgewell? The most valuable jewel my sister had on her body just happens to be missing? - Some cop stole it.
- You don't know that, sir.
Everyone at the party saw the ring on her finger.
You want a lawsuit? I can provide one.
It's possible the ring was misplaced.
We'll do a thorough search.
I'll wait.
- We have more questions for you.
- About what? You're preoccupied with her jewellery, but we're trying to find her killer.
- That's my main concern.
- Of course, it is.
You wanna step this way and get comfortable? This way.
That's Matthew Bridgewell! Picture's in the paper every other week.
Sportsman, philanthropist, millionaire murderer.
- You saw the ring on her finger? - That one in particular, no.
Howard, have Munch double-check Evidence Control, ME's office, review Brodie's film of the crime scene.
- See if the ring was on her finger.
- You got it, Gee.
There's no ring on that tape.
He knows exactly where that ring is, he took it when he killed his sister.
Why come to the police accusing us of stealing it? I'm going in the Box to find out.
My father had this ring made at Bromwell & Brown in 1961.
Three diamonds, one from each of my grandmother's engagement rings plus my mother's diamonds set in 18-carat gold.
It cannot possibly be replaced.
So it wasn't the money, it's the sentimental value.
- That's what I've been saying.
- It's part of the family inheritance.
Mm Your mother passed away last fall? I don't remember telling you that.
We had a conversation with your wife actually.
- She didn't tell you? - She tells me everything.
She said you went to your sister's house after the party, alone.
- Yes, I'd forgotten my briefcase.
- You talk about anything in particular? What we talked about has nothing to do with her murder.
We're assessing your sister's state of mind, it might lead somewhere.
We know that you and your sister disagreed about the inheritance from your mother.
Carol and I disagreed about lots of things.
- That subject didn't come up? - It did not.
Let's talk about that afternoon.
You took your briefcase with you.
- Were you discussing the inheritance? - It was a business discussion.
That may have ended in an argument? We're asking these questions cos we found something interesting in your sister's autopsy.
We found scrapings underneath her fingernails: Blood, skin.
If we match the blood under her nails, we figure we've nailed her killer.
Maybe the blood got there another way.
Maybe she scratched somebody accidentally.
- Maybe there was an argument.
- I don't know anything about that.
You don't recall your sister accidentally scratching you last night? Any scratches on your body? Something minor? Something that maybe you didn't notice until this very moment? - I should call my attorney.
- That's your right.
Absolutely.
But that automatically makes our relationship adversarial.
We'll have to get a search warrant for your person, your house.
I think I'd like to call my attorney now.
- You know one thing still bothers me.
- What's that, Frank? You come here accusing the cops of stealing your ring.
Earlier, you implied that it was one of Carol's students that killed her.
How can you be sure the ring was still on her? If some tough kid knocked her off, don't you think he'd have taken her ring? Have a seat sir.
You'll call your lawyer, but he or she's gonna come down and meet you here.
- You cannot hold me.
- Oh, yes, we can.
We got plenty of business to take care of.
Drawing blood, checking you for scratches.
You're gonna be here for a while.
You might want to stick around to see if that ring don't turn up, huh? Matthew Bridgewell killed his sister.
He's our man.
That's a case of sibling rivalry that got out of hand.
I knew it.
If we find the ring in his possession, we got him.
Munch is still at Evidence Control and so far nothing's come up.
Course not, Bridgewell's just putting on a show, he's always had it.
You think one of the richest men in Baltimore's gonna kill his sister over a lousy diamond ring? - That surprises you? - It's an act of symbolism.
That ring signifies a mother's love.
The longer I do this job, the more convinced I am that everything boils down to your relationship with your mother.
- It's terrifying but it's true! - You don't see me with a kid, do you? Are you one of the beautiful people Is my name on the list? Wanna be of the beautiful people Wanna feel like I'm missed Hey you with the walkie-talkie I know my clothes are not right I wish I had my own walkie-talkie That reached to God every night Everyone needs to be somebody Everyone needs to find someone who cares But I don't know if you know what I mean Cause I'm never on your list Ed, don't insult my intelligence.
We can place him at the scene at the time of the murder.
He'd been arguing with the victim about their inheritance plus DNA tests prove that his blood was under her fingernails.
Carol accidentally scratched him when he helped move some furniture.
How come he didn't tell us that in the interview? Because he was being harassed.
He was being falsely accused.
He was smart, he shut up and called his lawyer before you could twist his statement into something it wasn't.
We didn't twist nothing.
He killed her.
You killed her! - Do you have a murder weapon? - No, we don't.
There's also Carol Bridgewell's ring that hasn't been recovered, has it? - It has not.
- It was obviously stolen by her killer.
The motive is clear, she was murdered during a robbery.
This was a crime of passion.
A burglar wouldn't have continued to bludgeon her after she was dead.
That depends.
I understand you have a list of Carol's students.
I'll bet you can find some real suspects there.
Your evidence against my client is purely circumstantial.
- Strong enough for the Grand Jury.
- Take it anywhere you want.
A ring's missing, the murder was robbery, that constitutes reasonable doubt.
Even if we go to trial, you'll never get a conviction.
So, if you'll excuse us, my client and I are leaving.
You let me know if you want to press charges.
What next? Can you prove the ring was on her finger when the body was found? Brodie taped that body from every angle but the one we need.
There's no clear shot of her left hand.
The uniforms didn't mention it in their statement, we didn't find the ring in her house and it wasn't catalogued.
We searched his house, his office, his safe deposit box.
No ring.
Without that ring, we could all end up with egg on our faces.
I'll bring the evidence we have to the Grand Jury.
Let's go talk to Salerno, he was the first on the scene, maybe he saw this damn diamond ring.
- Salerno doesn't remember the ring.
- Of course not.
As much as I hate to say it, you think somebody stole it from the scene? - What like a uniform? - It's been known to happen.
Hey, I'm kidding, Sarge.
A patrolman finds a dead guy with a few hundred dollars in his pocket, maybe the stiff winds up in a morgue a few twenties light, that's happened.
But not jewellery, that's evidence, a cop won't mess with evidence.
In a case last month, the parents were looking for the daughter's bracelet.
It wasn't with her effects.
I thought it'd just been lost, but Stepopalos had a case a couple of months back.
Guy's Rolex was missing.
Family put up a bit of a stink.
Is there a connection, same reporting officer? I don't know, same reporting officer, someone from the ME's lab? So what makes you so sure it's one of my crew? One of the uniforms at the scene may have taken the jewellery.
We're checking that out.
You don't think it's a cop? Last place you'd look is in the mirror.
With a missing ring in this case, the suspect's lawyer is trying to turn the murder into a robbery, so if we find the ring, he has no defence.
All these thefts took place in the last three months.
Oh, since I've been Chief, you mean.
No, look, we know you've been making a lot of changes, hiring new staff.
We just want the names of the most recent, that's all.
Mm-hm, yeah, I'll look into it.
- What does that mean? - I think it means I will look into it.
If there's a thief on my staff, believe me, you'll be the first to know.
Is there anything else? I've got a lot of work to do.
Brodie? Er, yeah - Can I talk to you for a second? - Sure, Dr Cox.
- Oh! Hey.
- Hey Erm I was wondering I need you to put a camera in my lab.
Somebody might be stealing personal items off the victims.
Is this about the missing diamond ring? Yeah, yeah.
I think I know who it is, I don't want to accuse anybody till I have proof.
Video surveillance.
- That's legal right? - Yeah, absolutely.
No audio, cos conversations are protected, but video's no problem.
Great.
Good.
- So you'll help me out, right? - Yeah.
I need gear.
- Gear? - Spy gear.
The owner of the spy shop called those two Mutt and Jeff.
Here we go.
He said, if installed correctly, they'll give you 100% coverage of any room.
- Spy shop, huh? - Yeah.
- You get any real life spies in there? - No.
Mostly double-income couples trying to keep an eye on nanny! We live in a cynical, distrustful, paranoid world.
Oh, hey, Mary You're looking for Frank? - He's not here right now.
- I'm looking for you.
- Can we talk for a few minutes? - Sure, have a seat.
Alone.
Oh, sure, how about in there, the Box? All these years of listening to Frank telling you about his day, you know, this suspect, that suspect, interrogations in the Box! This room is such a big part of his life, I've just never been inside.
It's not a place to take your wife.
But I bet you he has spent more time here than he has in his own living room.
I don't know about that.
Well, sure, I mean when you count up the hours.
He's probably spent more time with you in the last couple of years, not counting sleep, than he has with me and Olivia.
- Well - But that's not why I'm here.
I'm not here to complain about Frank's dedication to his job.
I came down here to ask you a favour.
Anything.
I want you to go back to being partners with him.
Mary, I Look, er - He's not gonna ask you himself.
- Yeah.
You know Frank.
But, er I can tell, he misses you.
He needs somebody.
I don't even know what happened between you two, he didn't tell me.
- I don't know if it's a fight or what.
- It was nothing like that really.
- He thinks everything is fine.
- Yeah.
I mean, in his mind he's recovered, he's back on the job.
You know, he feels like himself again.
And I'm glad, being a homicide detective is who he is.
I'm just not sure being a homicide detective's wife is who I am.
There's your thief, right there.
Would you like to see more? No, I think I've seen enough.
Thank you, Brodie.
- Right.
- Wow, I really liked him, too.
- I'm sorry.
- Yeah, so am I.
I seem to have a habit of liking the wrong people.
- Yeah - Thanks, Brodie.
Hey, Dr Cox.
- I got the next customer prepared.
- Thanks, Jeff.
I wanna thank you for the overtime you've been putting in.
Oh, it's not a problem.
Well, you know, this job isn't high in the satisfaction scale.
Well, it definitely beats dressing stiffs at a funeral home.
Yeah, but still, you know, you're mucking around in body parts, blood and guts, dirty job that nobody wants to do.
For what? A lousy 20 grand a year.
- Barely pays the bills, right? - Hmm And yet you keep coming in, day after day, working hard.
And you do it well, Jeff.
Thanks.
No complaints.
Everybody else around here, they bitch about their salary, but not you.
You seem to find doing a good job compensation enough.
How did you know it was me? It's that diamond ring, right? I knew I shouldn't have taken that ring.
I mean, a ring like that, somebody's gonna notice, somebody's gonna make a big deal out of it.
- Where is it? - I don't know.
I sold it.
That ring could interfere with a murder investigation.
The killer might very well go free because of that ring, Jeff! I never meant for that to happen, Dr Cox.
Are you willing to testify you stole it off the body? Yeah Guess this means I don't have a job any more.
Yeah, you got that right.
Dr Cox, I'm not hurting anybody.
These people are dead, they won't miss their jewellery.
I'm not a criminal, it's just a It's just a watch here, a few bucks there.
It's just to make ends meet, to get a couple of extra CDs or maybe just you know take my my girlfriend out for her birthday.
You know what? Are you telling me I'm not entitled to those things, cos I didn't go to school like you, I wasn't smart enough to go to college? Because I don't come from a rich family? I trusted you, McGinn.
I did a good job, you just said so yourself.
No, Dr Cox, could you just wait? Dr Cox, I'm I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have taken the ring Dr Cox No diamond ring.
- Where's my ring? - I don't know.
- Where's the diamond ring? - I don't know.
I pawned it.
- Which pawn shop? - Triple Bone, Charles Street.
- Detective Lewis - Give it a rest.
Thanks for your help, Doc.
Dr Cox, I meant what I said before.
I really liked working for you.
- So you didn't find the diamond ring? - Er The pawn broker suddenly got a case of amnesia.
- The ring must be half way to Brussels.
- What about Matthew Bridgewell? Jeff McGinn will testify that he took the ring off the dead woman's hand.
Plus the DNA evidence of the scratches, we'll take it to trial, see where it goes.
Matthew Bridgewell's fate is in the hands of the Maryland state judicial system.
We've taken care of the order, the law is up to Danvers.
Well, congratulations.
Yeah, and I'll tell you something else.
Frank and I got through this case and we're still talking.
I'm not talking to you, I'm here for the sodas.
- You smell something? - What? Oh, Bayliss! What? I got to do everything around here? - I don't smell anything.
- Oh, man! Oh, my God! Bayliss, you're gonna burn the place down.
Yeah getting pretty late.
- Meaning what? - I don't know, I mean Mary's probably waiting at home for you, hmm? - I can take care of my marriage.
- OK, Frank.
I'm getting outta here, Mary's probably waiting for me.
- Hey, Frank, erm - What? Just want to say that I think that us not being partners, that's that's a good thing, a good thing, but nothing's written in stone.
- No, it isn't.
- No.
So er if you wanted a partner again and you know, just on a couple of cases in the future or something like that, we can talk about it, that's it.
Just want to say the subject's not closed.
You're absolutely right.
You and me partnering up was getting stale.
We knew each other's moves.
This is better for the police work.
Yeah.
OK, Frank.
- Good night.
- Good night.
Bayliss! - What? - What? Hey, Julianna.
Got to stop meeting like this.
- Have a seat.
- No, I'm just getting something to go.
You can have a seat while you're waiting.
Thanks.
- I thought you were on vacation? - I am.
I'm having a vacation in Fell's Point.
Can't beat the BLTs.
- BLT? - Mm-hm.
Yeah, I'll have the same to go, thank you.
Bad day? Am I that easy to read? - You want to talk about it? - No, not really.
- OK.
- We live in a cynical, distrustful world.
You and I, we are pretty cynical and distrustful, right? I'm a homicide detective, of course I'm cynical and distrustful.
Yet I think we have to keep expecting the best out of people or I'd go nuts.
Do you want to tell me exactly what happened? Oh, it's it's, you know Somebody let me down, somebody I trusted, that's all.
- Wow, am I a lousy judge of character! - Yeah, you went out with me.
Well, I guess I expect too much.
What is that saying? Expect nothing and you won't be disappointed Oh, so you're saying you should expect less? Yeah, maybe I should, maybe I'd be happier.
- You know what? - What? Happiness is overrated.
Miss, your order's ready.
See you around.
- Hey, Julianna? - What? Don't lower your expectations.
Someone's gotta keep the standards up around here.
Yeah.
Hey, hey, hey, how are my girls? - Oh, you're in a good mood.
- Yeah, why wouldn't I be? I didn't know when you'd be home so I didn't cook.
- We got some frozen dinners.
- I'll find something.
Hey, how how you're doing? Yum, yum, yum Hmm! Apple sauce, yummy! Yummy! Peek-a-boo Peek-a-boo.
- So you see that counsellor? - No, I decided there wasn't any point.
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo.
Good.
What's a counsellor gonna tell you you don't know yourself? Ah! Peek-a-boo.
Ah! Peek-a-boo.
Peek-a-boo.