Homicide: Life on the Street s05e03 Episode Script

Which animal produces the largest sperm? That's what I'm asking.
Care to venture any guesses? - Man.
- No.
- It's the elephant.
- No, sir.
- The sperm whale? - Not even close.
We give up.
Which animal's got the biggest sperm? The fruit fly.
The fruit fly? The fruit fly produces the largest sperm.
You read that in National Geographic or National Enquirer? The itsy-bitsy fruit fly produces sperm more than 20 times the size of its body.
- How is that possible? - Nature's a mother.
OK, so I'm gonna do the math here.
Get up, Bayliss.
You got a guy, Bayliss's height, produces a proportionate amount of sperm, it'd be like 120 feet long.
Just an ordinary night for a guy like me.
Oh, yeah? Prove it, stud boy.
- What's goin' on? - Nothin'.
What, you guys talking about sperm again? Bayliss says he's got nads the size of a fruit fly's.
Tell me somethin' I don't know.
What is this obsession you all have with sperm? It's a healthy curiosity.
If it weren't for daddy's sperm, none of us'd be here.
- And your mama's eggs.
- Hey, Frank.
Take your medicine yet? Stop stop stop clucking over me.
All right, listen up.
We got a signal-13.
954 Forrest.
- That's the State Pen.
- Everybody goes.
Except you, Frank.
Gee, this one died of a single stab wound to the heart.
This one, multiple stab wounds to the back and stomach.
Thank you.
I recognise him.
It's Claude Vetter.
He shot his wife in cold blood.
Yeah.
Remember this jamoke, Gee? James Douglas.
Videoed his cousin blowin' out the brains of an old lady at a park bench? Today the universe is two lowlifes short.
Let's go.
- Still gotta fill out the paperwork.
- Douglas killed Vetter.
- Yeah.
Who killed Douglas? - An indifferent society? A barbaric penal system? Sean Penn? Who cares? Let's go? - We spoke with the Warden.
- Nice guy, great personality.
- The riot was over before it began.
- All inmates are safe in their bunks.
Besides these two, they got 12 inmates in the infirmary from the riot.
- Nothin' serious, just cuts, gunshots.
- Gunshots? Well, in order to quell the brouhaha, the guards opened up on the mob.
- Mostly knee caps.
- Did he say what caused the brouhaha? He wasn't sure.
The inmates weren't trying to take hostages, no demands.
Violence for the sake of violence.
Maybe I'd better stay here, figure out what we can.
What if, while we're dillydallying here, somewhere in our fair city a law-abiding, tax-paying citizen gets hacked to pieces by his wife? - Or his mistress.
- Or his wife and mistress.
All right, come with me.
Kellerman, Lewis, Bayliss, work with Kay.
How come he gets to? - Get back at the office, end of the shift.
- Not a lot of time to get to the truth.
All we need is a couple of facts.
We already know the truth.
Let's go.
- Well, you wanna say anything? - I got nothin' to say.
Your cousin's dead, and you got nothing to say? - That's right.
- OK.
Bye-bye.
I do wanna know one thing from this man here.
- I bet you don't even remember me.
- Sure.
I got a good memory.
If you remember who I am, then how do you sleep at night? Pretty good.
How do you sleep? How do you think I sleep when you put me here for somethin' I didn't do? Oh, yeah? You killed that old lady? All right? We got it on videotape, videotape that your cousin shot.
- I didn't kill nobody! - Hey, we're done with douche.
Douche? Who you callin' a douche? I wish you were in the cafeteria earlier.
I would've kicked your white pansy ass.
Well, my white pansy ass is goin' home tonight, to an air-conditioned apartment, a woman and a six-pack of beer, and you're goin' to a 98-degree cell to a humid-as-hell week of lockdown.
Now, when I add all that up, you know what? You are the douche! What do you say, Detective? Mmm.
Yeah, maxi douche.
Nice score, Detective.
Thanks.
You keep practising every day, you'll pass that test in a few weeks.
I don't have a few weeks.
Like I tell ya, man.
I didn't see nothin'.
Huh Fourteen years ago you were convicted of first degree murder related to the death of one Sam "Golden Eye" Markey.
Neither one of us was in Homicide fourteen years ago.
You want to tell us about it, please? No.
The question was rhetorical.
Tell us about it, please.
Well, whatever you need is in that file, I'm sure.
I'd rather hear it from the horse's mouth, as the saying goes.
Well, my wife got shot dead on the street.
The bullet was intended for a drug dealer.
The fine detectives of the Homicide Squad spent half a day shufflin' around.
I never heard from 'em again, so er I found the guy that killed my wife, and er I killed him.
You had er two kids.
The baby was a month old.
You still see your kids? Why are you bringing up my kids? What does it have to do with anything? You've been here for 14 years, a big chunk of your time.
Well, I want to go back to my cell! And I want everybody in here to know that I ain't seen nothin'! I ain't talkin' about nothin'! I'm goin' back to my cell! No, you ain't.
You ain't goin' nowhere until somebody with a badge takes you there.
Cos you ain't got no rights, Elijah.
You gave up your rights when you killed "Golden Eye" Markey.
Sit down.
Sir, please.
Now, you had a wife, Jasmine.
You had kids, you had a life.
And you sacrificed all that for a righteous reason, but James Douglas is just a cold and calculated murderer.
Why would you protect his killer? What do you think goes on in here, Detective? You don't lock up 900 violent men in overcrowded conditions "This is what it's all about the rest of your life.
" Come on, Detective.
Douglas sticks Vetter, someone sticks Douglas.
That stuff goes on here all the time.
You can sit in your living room thinking we're being rehabilitated, but rehabilitated for what? I'm in here forever, Detective.
Forever.
So you can go back to your city, with your Camden Yards and your water taxis, and I want you and you to leave me the hell alone.
OK.
All right, thank you very much for coming.
You ever been to jail, Meldrick? - No, not as a prisoner.
Uh-huh.
- Mmm.
I have.
Bayliss, why is it that the more I learn about you, the less I want to know? So fess up.
What were you in the pokey for? Drunk driving? Date rape? - Paedophilia? - No.
So what? I er Protesting human rights abuses in El Salvador.
- Of course.
- Yeah, I was like eighteen.
How much time you get for protesting human rights violations in El Salvador? Well, I was in the holding cell for two nights.
- Two nights? - Yeah.
That don't exactly count as hard time.
They were very long nights.
- So why didn't you post bail? - My dad refused to come get me.
- Ooh.
OK, that's harsh.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
Well, I mean, my dad just had very set ideas about life, you know.
Well, I hope you stiffed him on Father's Day.
Every chance I got.
Go on, I'm gonna kill you! I will kill you! I'll kill you! I will kill you! Think I ought to write this one up as a hostile witness? - Who's next? - Tom Marans.
- You wanna step out for this one? - And why should I step out? The Chilton murder was your case, but I closed it, and you were upset.
- I wasn't upset.
- You were upset.
I wasn't upset you got Marans to confess.
I was upset by how loose you were with procedure.
So, OK, maybe I ought to step out.
You're not goin' anywhere.
Just have 'em bring Marans in.
- Hello.
- Hey.
How you been? - Do I know you? - 'You don't remember us? ' - Hey, Mr Robey.
- You know me? Sure, we all worked the sniper shootings.
I remember him.
Let's talk about the stabbings.
You see anything? The guards, they must have thought I was trying to rush the door, because I was just trying to get out of there, and I got shot.
Anything going on between Douglas and Vetter? I saw Douglas stick Vetter right in the heart.
James Douglas was the worst of the bunch.
What do you mean? It's like we're the minority here.
We have to take orders from these people.
Vetter tried to recruit me for his dumb-ass Aryan Brotherhood jive.
All of us white guys, we stand out here.
So a white guy stabbed James Douglas? - All I saw were fists.
- Any idea who would want to kill him? Douglas offed Vetter, so you figure it out.
It's a long list.
What's the name of the guy, Alex? I don't know, but I'd like to shake his hand.
Lady, you don't wanna know what I know.
You don't know, or you don't want us to know? I don't know, and if I did I wouldn't tell you.
- Erica - What? - Your hand.
- Oh.
You had that done since you been here? What do you think? I think, that you loved her Erica.
I think you loved her so much that when she betrayed you, you suffocated her.
That was a long time ago.
I can barely remember her face.
It's like that part of my life was a dream.
So you scratched her name on your knuckles to remind you that it wasn't no dream, to remind you of who you were before you came here.
- Yeah.
- You were a good man.
A decent man.
You're right.
I was.
And now you do whatever it takes to survive.
Uh-huh.
Things that you would never ever do outside.
- Yeah.
- Like smoke.
Uh-huh.
- Like drugs.
- Uh-huh.
Like sex.
Erica's daughter's name was Catherine Cathy.
I think I'm gonna have her name tattooed right here.
You mind if I take an extra couple of those? Get outta here.
Next! - Psst.
Elijah? - What do you want? The cops, jackin' up everybody.
Yeah.
Word is you saw who carved up James Douglas.
And what about it? Word is you better not say a word or you could end up the same way.
You tell your little playmate his threats don't scare me.
He ain't nothin' but a punk, just like you, pure and simple.
And since you're bein' the messenger boy, you can tell him this also I got no love for police, I got no reason to make their lives easier.
I ain't sayin' what I saw to nobody.
That's all he's askin'.
It's good to be out of there.
But we didn't get squat.
So Gee says come home, we come home.
Tim, you've been quiet since we left the penitentiary.
You know that guy we talked to? Sanborn? He saw it all, and he wanted to tell me about it.
You heard what the guy said.
Yeah, but my gut tells me somethin' different.
- Speaking of guts, I'm hungry.
- Yeah, maybe I'll barbecue.
I know I shouldn't care who killed James Douglas.
It won't do anything, but I don't wanna give up this case.
- I don't either, but Gee's - Just cover for me with Gee.
Give me a day or two, see if I can find anything, a door in.
- A door into Elijah Sanborn? - Yeah.
You really think he wants to tell you? No, I think that he needs to tell me.
I think that Sanborn's looking for redemption.
I'm sounding like Pembleton here.
It could be worse.
You could sound like Munch.
You know, you weren't in that room with him, but There's something about that guy.
He's just different than the others.
- His eyes.
- Well I They reminded me of my dad's.
- It's stupid, isn't it? - I'll keep Gee off your tail.
- Keep me posted.
- Deal.
Hiya.
Get out of my face.
- Three times a day, huh? - What? That's how often you have to take your blood pressure medicine? Yeah, so so? When you first came back you were taking them all the time, and the past few weeks, I haven't seen you pop one once.
Y-y-you're starting to irritate to irritate me.
My mom had a stroke, and she was supposed to take her pills same as you.
Only she stopped, right? No one in our family could figure out why.
Then she took a piano solo in the orchestra, and it was beautiful.
Then we realised, me and my father, why she stopped is cos the medication fogged up her concentration and stuff.
She just wanted to take a solo one last time.
L-l-Is there reason reason why why you're telling me all all this? No.
No reason.
Except that I know you're trying to pass this firearms exam I'm not saying this is the case, but you might stop chugging those pills, so that you can concentrate on passing, so that you can get back out on the streets, closing these cases.
I realise the longer you stay off them, the bigger risk of another stroke.
- Y-y-you know something? - What? L-l-I underestimate you.
That's all right.
Most people do, Detective.
Come over to the boat tonight.
I'm barbecuing.
- No, thanks.
- Munch and Lewis are gonna be there.
No, I got things to do.
You never wanna come to my boat.
I've asked you ten times.
Don't take it personal.
I'm just very busy.
What, are you afraid of water? Yes.
Yes! Yes! Kay, this is pure synchronicity.
- Brodie, get out.
- What? I'm working here.
- Kay? - He's working.
All right.
But you are not hearing this conversation.
- Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm good with that.
- What have you got? As luck would have it, a 14-year-old boy was arrested a week ago for robbery.
How does that make us lucky? - This is you not listening? - I'm sorry.
All right.
The young thief's name Kingston Sanborn.
- Elijah's son.
- Mm-hm, exactly.
So first thing tomorrow we play home version of "Let's Make A Deal".
Come on down! Shell me with questions all night I'm living in a danger zone Like a sword of destruction Eating at your very soul Possessed by emotional ties Your love is a chain Sometimes I don't wanna go home Cos I know it's gonna start again Sometimes I don't wanna go home Cos I know it's gonna start again Sometimes I don't wanna go home Cos I know it's gonna start again Sometimes I don't wanna go home Cos I know it's gonna start again I'm the soul of discretion Your mountain is a grain of sand And I'm tired of the life that I live Ruled by your iron hand Stop picking on me It's getting down from bad to worse Stop picking on me Is this love? Is this love? Is this love? Sometimes I don't wanna go home Cos I know it's gonna start again Sometimes I don't wanna go home Cos I know it's gonna start again Just say yes.
No.
- Come on, Maggie.
- I won't make a deal with Kingston.
- Why not? - I don't need to.
I have three eyewitnesses.
I have the gun.
I have the stolen money we found in his bedroom.
This baby is open and shut.
Kingston Sanborn is going to jail.
- He is 14 years old.
- He's a criminal.
You know, maybe I haven't explained my plan well enough to you.
I'd like to go to Elijah with a deal, get him to tell me who stabbed Douglas, and his kid gets six months in a juvie facility.
So that in six months he can be out sticking a gun in somebody else's face? You send him to the Hickey School, he'll come out any better? No, but at least he'll be gone longer.
Maggie, I am trying to solve a murder here.
What is more important, a robbery or a murder? - Consider the greater good.
- Or the greater bad.
I am not saying that Kingston Sanborn should not be punished.
But the man who stabbed James Douglas should be punished also.
Now, with this you get two wins.
You get two convictions for the price of one.
OK.
- Elijah? - You again, huh? Yeah I spoke to some of your neighbours and friends before you went away.
Now, they told me that you were an honour student, champion athlete, all-round good fellow.
Same here.
The Warden said you're a model prisoner I'm not telling you anything, understand? You will, because you always do what's right.
OK, who's to say telling you is right? Your son, Kingston, was arrested last week for armed robbery.
- Yeah, so? I heard.
- Yeah.
So you know how this thing works.
One hand washes the other.
- Your son's freedom for what you know.
- You bastard.
Bastard! Use my son against me? You talk about what's right and use my son against me! - What is that? - Oven-roasted and freshly brewed.
Yeah.
I didn't ask you to get me any coffee.
I know.
But I figured you could use a little bump of caffeine.
Yeah.
Thanks.
Yeah, yeah, I'm here.
- What? - Nothing.
Kellerman, you're driving me insane.
I know what you're doing.
You're still working on James Douglas's murder.
I'm er It's OK, and I know you're used to working with Pembleton, but if you need a hand, ask.
- Uh-huh.
Why you offering? - Well, come on, Tim, let's be honest.
Since I came to Homicide from Arson, we haven't hit it off, and I like to bond with the people I work with.
Is this part of some transcendental, - What? - No, I'm here.
Yeah, yeah, go ahead.
Uh-huh.
OK.
Thank you very much.
- If you wanna come, come.
- Where? McCulloh Street, to see Elijah Sanborn's mother.
Hi.
Hi.
I'm Detective Bayliss, this is Detective Kellerman.
We're looking for Mrs Geraldine Sanborn.
My grammy's asleep.
Could you tell her we're here? She's been sick.
Leave her be.
We've had enough police around here lately.
Are you er are you Maya? - Uh-huh.
- Why aren't you in school? I told you, my grammy's sick.
She needs round-the-clock care.
I worked it out with my teachers.
I'm keeping up.
- Your brother, Kingston.
- What about him? The evidence against him is overwhelming.
The State's Attorney wants to send him away for a long while.
I swear, he's never done anything like this before.
- I don't know what got inside his head.
- We can help you out.
How? The State's Attorney will reduce your brother's prison time, and send him to juvenile detention instead of hardcore prison.
- And what have I gotta do in return? - Talk to your father.
I don't have a father.
We need some information that he has.
We'd like you to convince him to tell us.
And then you'll let Kingston go? He'll spend six months milking cows, but then yeah.
Sergeant Howard, your job is knowing where your detectives are.
I'm aware of that, sir.
So if I ask you the location of Detective Lewis, you could tell me? Yes, sir.
At the ME, getting the Levinsky autopsy.
- And Munch? - Yes, sir.
At the lab, dealing with the Adder shooting.
And say, Bayliss? - Bayliss? Yes, sir.
- Where's Bayliss, Sergeant? - Well, he's out on a case, sir.
- Which case? - Lambert slaying.
- Lambert? That investigation's three months old.
- Bayliss has a new lead, sir.
- I see.
You wouldn't be lying to me, would you? - No, sir.
- Good.
Because if you lie to protect your men, that would erode the trust you and I have worked so hard to establish.
So I'll just assume Bayliss is checking a new investigation on the Lambert file, and not, I repeat, not still wandering the halls of the State Pen.
Am I right in that assumption? You make life very difficult, Gee.
I try, Sergeant.
I try.
Maya, is that you? Yes.
Oh oh, man.
Wow.
Oh, look at you.
Look at you.
Look how beautiful you are.
How's your grandmother? I haven't talked to her in months.
She's got Alzheimer's.
She doesn't know who she is from one minute to the next.
The doctor says she's gonna die soon.
I want you to tell this man what he needs to know.
If you do, they'll let Kingston go.
Next month I'm gonna be eighteen.
I can be Kingston's legal guardian.
I'm gonna take him away, take him down to Florida.
I've got a friend who can get me a job at Disney World.
I've never asked you for anything.
I've always made my own way.
But I am asking, tell the Detective whatever he wants.
Baby No.
Tell him now, or I will curse your name till the day I die.
I will hate you.
I will hate you, Daddy.
I'm sure Detective Bayliss will be out in a minute, then we'll take you home.
- Gum? - No, thank you.
Yeah.
I chew this cos I quit smoking.
It's been a year now since I had my last cigarette.
But I still, you know, always think about having one.
I guess that never really goes away.
Huh? So? - He'll tell us.
- Great.
- On one condition.
- What? He wants to see his son.
I know you don't know me.
I came here right after you were born.
Your grandmother thought it best never to bring you when she visited, and I agreed.
I didn't want you to see me like this.
But maybe we were wrong.
Hey, Kingston.
Would you sit down, please? We were wrong cos, you know, I am your father.
This is the way I am.
This is who I am.
This is who I've become.
- Are you listening to me? - Yeah.
My friends used to visit regular.
My family, your mother's family, too.
I was a big part of their lives.
They'd say my being gone left a hole, but over time I guess that hole got filled, cos they came less and less, until finally they stopped coming altogether.
It was like I disappeared, like I died, and they just went on with their lives.
But I don't hold it against them cos I'd have done the same.
Look, old man.
What is this about? - Come here.
- Get off me! I'm trying to tell you something.
You wanna know what this is about? - I'll mess you up! - Wanna know what this is about? I don't want you to disappear.
I'm your father.
I gave you life.
I'm your father.
I don't want you to become like me or be like me! You understand me? Get out.
Get outta here! I don't ever want to see your face again.
Take him back.
Get him outta here! I killed James Douglas.
- The death penalty? - Right.
- You can't ask for the death penalty.
- Why not? Because Elijah Sanborn did not stab James Douglas.
- He signed a confession.
- He is lying! Why would he lie? Why would he admit killing someone he didn't? - I don't know, but I'm gonna find out.
- Swell.
In the meantime, I am prosecuting this case as primo murder.
You're making a big mistake.
What is it with you, Bayliss? You asked me to make a deal with Kingston Sanborn so that we could get Douglas's killer.
Well, we have Douglas's killer.
Because it isn't who you want it to be, I'm supposed to cool my heels? - The law doesn't work that way.
- The law works any way we want it to.
- I killed Douglas.
- You're lying.
I killed James Douglas.
You understand what'll happen if you say that? The State's Attorney will sign you up for a lethal injection! Yeah, well, what's the down side? What the hell is that supposed to mean? Detective, has it ever occurred to you that I want to die? That's why? Huh? You lie about stabbing Douglas, and the state pays for your suicide? Yeah, yeah, something like that.
Well, I am not gonna let you die, Elijah.
Why, huh? What do you care? What difference does it make? You got kids.
Yeah, well, I'm dead to my kids.
You OK? Mmm.
You get along with your father, right? Yeah.
Dad's great in his way.
My father and I, we never talked.
When we did, we argued.
And when he passed on, I didn't even cry.
That kind of bothers me, I guess.
You know, he wanted to have his ashes just spread out at sea.
So I stood in the boat, dumped what was left of him into the bay.
Goodbye, Pop.
And I'm left with this empty jar and these unresolved feelings, and now I don't even have a gravestone to yell at.
What brought this on? I don't know.
Frank, his baby.
Sanborn.
Elijah Sanborn behind bars is a better father than mine ever was.
I'm sure this is when Pembleton would say something wise and profound.
Ha-ha! Well, I'm even gonna try, but I just want you to know I'm here for you.
And if you want a hug, I'd be happy to give you one.
- A hug? - Yeah.
- Do you and Lewis hug? - Yeah.
- A lot? - No, not a lot.
- But enough.
- What do you mean? Well, do you want Lewis to hug you more? - Forget it.
- No, you brought up the hugging.
Hey, Bayliss! You better get on back out to the big house.
- There's another brouhaha brewing.
- What happened? What happened? Somebody beat Trevor Douglas into a coma.
Severe blow to the head.
Looks like massive cerebral haemorrhaging.
- We found this.
- What are you doing? You'll get your fingerprints all over that! - Excuse me.
Detective Bayliss? - What? Detective Kellerman's got Tom Marans for you.
- He admits to it.
- Why'd you hit Trevor Douglas? - Is he dead? - Well, not quite.
- Damn, I want him dead.
- Why? - He killed James.
- He killed his own cousin? Trevor was bragging.
He showed me the knife under his mattress.
Take me to Douglas's cell.
- Did Trevor say why he killed James? - Because of a carton of cigarettes.
Trevor claimed James had stolen the cigarettes, only James didn't.
- How are you so sure of that? - Because I did.
But that doesn't explain why you hit Trevor.
Why would it matter to you why he killed James? - Because I was James's herm.
- Herm? Her-him.
His wife.
Oh oh You loved him? Yes.
Hmm.
And you loved Erica Chilton enough to kill her, and you loved James Douglas enough to kill for him.
Yeah.
Well, I guess I'm just a hopeless romantic.
Oh, yeah.
You're hopeless, all right.
Come on.
Get him outta here.
I got you a little something.
Well, love conquers all.
Congratulations on the Douglas murders, Tim.
Oh, thanks, Gee.
Of course, Trevor's pals will probably try to whack Tom Marans, and you'll be back trying to solve his murder.
Yeah.
Well, the beat goes on.
In the meantime, you'll have to take one more trip out to the State Pen.
- Why is that? - To give Elijah Sanborn the bad news.
That he's got a reprieve, that he's gonna live.
Yeah.
Hey.
Hello.
- What are you doing out here? - My grammy died today.
Oh, I'm sorry.
She died so peaceful.
I decided to go for a drive.
I ended up here.
I used to do this a lot when I got Ionely, come and stand outside and imagine him in there, try to get close to him.
But it always made me feel more Ionely.
Maya, I'm a cop.
And I know you got no use for anything that a cop has to say.
I barely know your father, see, but from what I've seen of him, I can say this, that you are his daughter, and he loves you, Maya.
He loves you very, very much.
I gotta go.
You know something? Just one more second, and then I'm gonna shut up.
Let me say this, that I would give I would give my badge, I would give everything that I own and everything that I ever hope to have for two more minutes with my father, just two minutes.
Because when your dad is gone, that's it.
He is gone forever.
Instead of sitting out here trying to get close to him, you should come on inside with me.
I got things to take care of.
I gotta bury my grammy.
OK.
Be well.
Oh, the feeling when you're reeling You step lightly Thinking you're number one Down to zero with a word Leaving For another one Now you walk with your feet back on the ground Down to the ground Down to the ground Down to the ground Down to the ground Brand new dandy First class scene stealer Walks through the crowd and takes your man Sends you rushing to the mirror Brush your eyebrows and say There's more beauty in you than anyone Oh remember who walked the warm sands beside you Moored to your heel Let the waves come a-rushing in She'll take the worry from your head But then again she put trouble in your heart instead Then you'll fall down to the ground Down to the ground You'll know heartache Still more crying when you're thinking of your Mother's only son Take to your bed You say there's peace in sleep but you'll dream of love instead Oh, the heartache you'll find Can bring more pain than a blistering sun But oh, when you fall