06x19 - Strangled, Not Stirred

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We just moved to Baltimore, too.

Have you been to the Havana Club?
- You would love that.


- Salsa music, a full bar.

The cigar smoke I could live without.

What is it about men and cigars? It's Freudian or somethin'.

Speaking of sin and pleasure, who would like a refill? Oh, no.

I got a nine o'clock aerobics class tomorrow.


- Jennifer?
- Sure.

He's adorable.


- How long have you been married?
- Six years.

After six years of hair in the sink and dirty socks, he's not so adorable.


- Honey, I gotta go.


- You're ready? I'll down this.

No, it's OK.

I'm just exhausted, that's all.

You relax, enjoy your drink and take a cab home.


- Sure?
- Just don't stay out all night, and don't keep Jennifer here stuck at this table.

It was great to meet you.

We come often.

Maybe I'll see you again.

And you, I'll see later.


- Will your wife be upset?
- It's not that late.


- This your car?
- Yeah.

Listen.

Thanks again for tonight.

I had fun.

Keys OK.

Jennifer? Her name is Jennifer Gerrick,
- Strangled with a pair of pantyhose.


- Yeah? Her own? She's not wearing any, so probably.

But you don't know for sure? I'm not a pantyhose profiler, Stu.

I don't know from stockings.

I thought maybe you could tell.

Who found the body? Teenagers.

Sanders is taking their information.

OK.

She's got all her jewellery on.

Her purse and her wallet are intact.

So it's a sex crime.

She was r*ped.

There's no apparent trauma.

Her makeup is barely smudged.

Sanders! Could you join us? Did those kids see anything? They said they were on their way home.

The found the body about six.

What are they, 13 years old, coming home at 6am? What a world.

Let them know that we need to speak to them.

Where's the ME? They're shorthanded at the morgue.

I called Dyer 20 minutes ago.

Yeah, well, you think you could call her again? No signs of a struggle.

She was probably k*lled somewhere else and dumped here.


- She looks like a nice girl.


- Yeah.


- Are you OK?
- I just hate working Sundays.

Love me? Maybe.

You took your time getting home.

I thought you'd forgiven me for that after last night.

Don't, I'm sweaty.


- I like you sweaty.


- Nick Lose the paper.

I hope it's not parents.

I hate it when it's parents.

Hey, hi.

My name's Laura Ballard, and I'm a police officer.

Is there an adult I can talk to about Jennifer Gerrick?
- Don't tell me she's gotten arrested.


- Are you a relative of hers? Yeah, Ben Elliot.

Jennifer is my wife's niece.

She lives with us.


- What kind of trouble is she in?
- We're Baltimore Homicide, Mr Elliot.

Maggie said there were police here about Jennifer.

Is she OK? You said you had her wallet and purse.

Isn't that enough? We need a relative to make the ID to be absolutely sure.

I've changed my mind.

I can't do this.

I feel sick.

We can wait a few minutes till you're up to it.

I don't want to see her face.


- She looks peaceful.


- What? She looks at peace, pretty, you know? I've seen a lot of dead faces.


- Most don't look so pretty.


- You're telling me that so I'll go in.

She was m*rder*d, Mrs Elliot, and as soon as you can make the ID, we can start looking for her k*ller.

OK.

You were right.

She does look pretty.

Well, I'll be damned.

You, too, huh? An anonymous tip on my Mahoney crew triple m*rder.


- No kidding.


- It's more than a tip.

It names the sh**ter, the wheel man, witnesses.

Weapons, vehicle tags.

Single typed paragraph, no names, no return address.

My courtyard m*rder from the projects.

My double over on Ashland.

Everyone working the Mahoney killings got one.

Half the Mahoney organisation's dead on the pavement.

Whoever's still standing gets ratted out? Well, Frank, I told you there was a happy ending out there.


- You two guys up?
- Yeah, yeah.

What do you need? Well, I got a couple witnesses to pick up, including one Antoine Latrell, who according to this tip, saw my three dealers get shot.


- Let's put down a triple.


- Yes.

Whoever this anonymous tipster is, he sure knows what we like.

Yeah, whoever he is.


- She wasn't r*ped?
- No.


- No signs of sexual as*ault, no semen.


- What about drugs or alcohol? .

11 blood alcohol.

No drugs, nothing in the stomach.

Cause of death was asphyxiation due to strangulation.

Not a robbery, not a sex crime.

What kind of a m*rder is this? Very clean.

No skin cells under the fingernails, no fibres.

Only one hair that wasn't the victim's own.


- Where was it?
- On her skirt.

One hair.

She was out at a restaurant, a club.

That could be anybody's.


- Great
- I did find something interesting.

Interesting's good.

I'll take interesting.

See these circular marks? Yeah, what the hell are they? My best guess, contusions caused by a stun g*n.

A stun g*n, huh? Whoever k*lled her incapacitated her first with a stun g*n pressed to the neck.

So if we recover the weapon, you can make a match? The markings are definitive, yes.

Yeah, given we find that smoking stun g*n.

So what's up? Wanted to let you know that everyone got their little white envelopes.

What little white envelopes? I'm that subtle, huh? The tips on those cases gave us everything but a typed prosecution report.

Everyone knows.


- Who's everyone?
- Stivers, Kellerman, me.

They talk to you about it? We're not saying a damn thing to each other.

How long will it be before Gee figures it out? Gee figures what out? What do we have on the Gerrick m*rder? Jennifer Gerrick was strangled.

No sexual as*ault.

Markings indicated she was hit with a stun g*n.

We'll check with manufacturers and find out where they're sold.

It's a long shot.

Gadgets like that can be bought on the internet.

She worked at Nouveau, which is in Mount Vernon.

It's closed tonight.

We'll go in the morning.


- Any eyewitnesses?
- None.

Dyer says the body was dumped between four and six this morning.

Which leaves us with no motive, no witnesses, no suspects, no evidence.


- But one thing you do have.


- What's that? Moxie.

When you first came here, you set this unit on fire.

Don't tell me what you don't have.

Use what you do.


- Yes, sir.


- A young, attractive girl is k*lled and everybody's in a uproar.

I want to keep that uproar to a dull roar.

Avante.

Moxie, huh? I always thought what you had was spunk.

I hate spunk.

Who are you looking at? The woman in the blue jacket.

She's gorgeous.

Don't do this, the jealous routine.

I'm just making conversation.

She's beautiful.

You are beautiful.


- All right?
- Yeah, all right.

I'm going to the ladies room.

The woman in blue.

Whatever she's drinking, another on me.


- Sure.


- Thanks.

The guy down at the end of the bar wants to buy you a drink.


- What's going on?
- Not a thing.


- Antoine Latrell!
- Yeah? Baltimore Homicide.

Three Mahoney dealers got shot.

We hear that you were there.

I don't know what you're talkin' about.

We got a eyewitness places you at the scene.


- I didn't sh**t nobody.


- No? Then you better tell us who did.

Let's go.

When did Jennifer Gerrick start working for you? I hired her for the Christmas rush and kept her on.

Jennifer have any friends she went out with? Employees, maybe a boyfriend?
- She didn't have a boyfriend.


- How do you know that? She used to complain about it all the time.

How she spent her money going out and she never met anybody.

She ever say where she went? She used to like those trendy restaurants up on Charles.

Cohibar and that other one, the Italian place?
- Sotto Sopra?
- That's it.

Did Jennifer tell you where she was going on Saturday night? Well, it was one or another of those pricey places.

You'd think being in a neighbourhood like that, you'd have a better chance of not getting k*lled.

OK, Antoine, is that the statement you just made, that you were present and identified the sh**ter as Harold Combs? How'd you even get my name? Is it your statement? Yeah.

Then sign and initial each page.

This means I'm gonna have to testify.

If it goes to trial.

But if you're worried about testifying, we'll stash you in a motel.

What's left of that crew is busy fightin' amongst themselves.

They ain't in no condition to come back.

OK, Antoine.

Let me ask you a question.

We got 10 dead in the Mahoney organisation.

What was it that started this w*r? No reason? Best I heard, some talk about how the money got cut.

You saying the Mahoney machine choked on its own money? Money and a little dirt.

I don't know, Antoine.

It's a lot of bodies for a little dirt.

The Mahoney crew, they were never too calm about things to begin with.

OK, so now we know who's losing this w*r.


- Who's winning it?
- Say what? Who's winning the w*r? Ain't it you?
- You recognise Jennifer Gerrick?
- Oh, I've seen her.

She sits at the bar.

She was here the other night.

Do you remember who she was with? She never comes in with anybody.

A regular Saturday Night Hon.

What's a Saturday Night Hon? Dressed to the max, no coat, comes in looking for an escort home.

We get women like that.

It can be zero degrees outside, but they lock up the jacket so they'll look good when they walk in.

You see her leave with anyone? I don't remember.

I bet you found her without her coat.

Yeah, as a matter of fact, we did.

Well, like I told you, a Saturday Night Hon.

Can I have an ash tray? Thanks.

The manager of the Cohibar recognised Jennifer Gerrick from Saturday night.

He did not see her leave.

Neither did any of the employees.

What about the other customers? We got the names of 69 of them through credit card receipts and reservations.

We're running them in the computer but we need help with the interviews.

Munch, find Kellerman and give Ballard and Gharty a hand.

You got it, Gee.


- Have you found the victim's car?
- Not yet.

Gonna check private towing lots next.

Falsone! If anybody in Auto owes you a favour, now's the time to call it in.

All right, I'm on it.


- Gerrick went to the Cohibar by herself?
- Looks that way, yeah.

Regular Saturday Night Hon.

Oh, what is with this Saturday Night Hon? It's a woman who goes out alone on a Saturday night.

What's wrong with a woman going out by herself? Oh, nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Well, there's a rule of thumb in Charm City that says a woman who goes out alone is looking for a good time.

Oh, and I suppose she was looking to get m*rder*d as well? I didn't mean it like that.

I go out alone.

Sometimes I even go out alone on a Saturday night.

Don't listen to him.

He's a Neanderthal.


- Mm
-hm.


- That's me.

From the Stone Age.


- You see this woman?
- Yeah, I did.


- You talk to her at all?
- She was behind me at the bar.

I got the bartender's attention and she said, "Thanks.

" Do you recall anyone who she was talking to or who she left with? Sorry.

If I'd known she was gonna end up dead, I'd paid closer attention.

You were here Saturday night? It's like my home away from home.

You remember seeing this woman? I had a couple of martinis.

That's all I remember.


- Are you sure?
- After a couple, I'm not sure of anything.

That's the woman we were talking to.

She was m*rder*d?
- Oh, my God.


- What did you talk about? Oh, she said she was new to Baltimore.

We told her a few places to go.


- How long was that conversation?
- 10, maybe 15 minutes, I'd guess.

You didn't see her with anyone else or see her leave with anyone? No.

No, I didn't.

Jeez, that's a shame.

She seemed like a really nice person.

Gerrick was alone.

I can't imagine that no one saw her leave.


- If they did, they didn't tell us.


- Did anybody turn up with a record? We ran through everyone who was there, all our foofie little customers.

Cleaner than Mother Teresa, not a parking ticket among 'em.

Falsone is on line 2.

He found the car you've been looking for.

You're not dressed.

I changed my mind.

I don't feel like going out.

Are you still freaked out by those cops?
- No.


- Then what? We went out last night and the night before that.

Come on, Helen.

Don't start getting frigid on me.

Let's have some fun.

The way you're looking at women, you're having a little too much fun.

This about the other night? I'm being punished? You want to be a b*tch, be a b*tch.

Fine.

Stay in.

Any blood or prints? Nothing visible.

I'll have Crime Lab check out the interior.


- That's her coat.


- What? That must be her coat.

She left it in the trunk.

We got a call.

They found another body.

Woman strangled with pantyhose.

May be strangulation.

Hard to tell from decomp.

She's been here about a week.

Homeless man found the body underneath that tarp.

Any personal effects? No, but if she's been out here for a week, doesn't mean much.

Found her driver's license in her purse.

Name's Elaine Beretta.

Roommate reported her missing last week.


- What day of the week?
- April 11th.


- Saturday.


- Right.


- Was she wearing a coat?
- A what? A coat, a jacket.

Where is it? She didn't have one, Detective.

Will the restaurants on Charles be closed until the k*ller is apprehended?
- No comment.


- Were they strangled with pantyhose? Again, no comment.

No comment.

Can you confirm the k*ller used a stun g*n? When we have a statement to make, we will.

I can't comment on an ongoing investigation.

Well, do you have any suspects? When can we get a statement? Well, the press is in full as*ault mode.

Two dead white girls in two days? That's their kind of case.

"Martini Murders"? Yeah, strangled not stirred.


- Keep that for your scrapbook.


- Thanks.

So they asked me about a stun g*n.

You'd know how they knew about that.

Mmm.

We hear back from Lausanne? Yeah, Beretta was strangled, no sexual as*ault.

Lausanne confirms the presence of contusions caused by a stun g*n.


- Just like Gerrick.


- Yeah.

Boyd Shephard is here.

He's in The Aquarium.


- Who?
- Elaine Beretta's roommate.

We're on our way.

I want to see Detective Higby.

Works Missing Persons.

Elaine isn't missing any more.


- You and Elaine lived together?
- We were roommates.

When's the last time you saw her? Last Saturday night about seven.

She was going to Sotto Sopra.

Hmm.

She never came back? That son of a b*tch, Higby, insisted she ran off somewhere.

By the time you reported her missing, Elaine was already dead.

Higby could've turned the town upside down and not saved her.

And somehow he knows this?
- Harold Combs!
- What's this about? Hands up, baby!
- What's this about?
- Get on the pole!
- What is this?
- Get up Get up there, boy.

You are under arrest for three counts of first degree m*rder.


- What?
- For the triple sh**ting, Mr Combs.

Three Mahoney drug dealers disposed of.

You don't remember? Who put me in? It was Antoine Latrell, wasn't it? Come on, man.

Get in the car, Mr Combs.

Who put me in, man? It was Antoine Latrell? Every tip checked out.

Every drug w*r case is down or on its way down.

Very tidy.

Well, I tell ya, whoever our informant was, he's got a gift for this sort of thing.

Ballistics, vehicle info, you know.


- Sounds like he'd make a good cop.


- Hmm Any ideas who it might be, Falsone? Well, there's no way to know, Gee.

The notes were typewritten and mailed from the post office on East Fayette.


- Call it a mystery then?
- A mystery? The cases are down.

Who the hell cares who's tippin' us? What Pecora puts in his marinara sauce, that's a mystery.

Other than that, there are no mysteries, not in this town or this unit.

Find your former partner.

Tell him I want to talk.


- I knew Elaine Beretta.


- So she was a regular? Always ordered the same thing, Amaretto sour.

Was she a Saturday Night Hon? I guess you could call her a Hon in a way.

She'd come in all done up.

Last time Elaine was here, do you remember her meeting anyone? Last weekend? It was packed.

I remember her talkin' to this one guy, one of those Rolex
-wearing jerks.

Do you remember anything else about him? Dark hair, tall, married.

He comes in with his wife, but she wasn't with him that night.

He bought Elaine a drink.

Do you have credit card receipts from April 11th? Paperwork's upstairs.

Could take a while.

We'll wait.

Holy cow, a lot of people have a lot of money to throw around.


- I haven't seen a single bill under $60.


- That's not a lot of money.

Maybe not to you.

I don't spend that much.

Hooey! Since when do you go out? Did we interview a Nick Montgomery? Er Yes, Nick and Helen Montgomery were at the Cohibar with Gerrick.

They had a brief conversation with her.

He was at the Sotto Sopra on the 11th.

Let's dig up a picture at DMV, and bring it to the restaurant.

The bartender picks him out as the one putting the moves on Beretta and we have got ourselves a suspect.


- You want to talk to me there?
- I did.


- The trial board is next week.


- Friday, yeah.

I have it from Barn father that if you don't contest the Board's findings, you get off with a reprimand, stress counselling, five days' loss of vacation.

Deal.

Barn father wants you to transfer out of Homicide, out of CID.

What do you say? Me? I want what's best.

Might be good to get out of the District, hump calls from behind a radio car.

Might be better for where your head's at.

I work murders, Gee.

That's what I do.

You want to come back to Homicide, I have to go and talk to Barn father.

Whatever's going on between you and the Mahoneys, it ends right here and right now.

I'll see you at the hearing.


- That's him.


- You sure? I remember the smirk on his face when he paid his tab.

Can I see that receipt? What do you know? Something wrong? He only left 10%.

Him, I recognise.

He was sitting with Jennifer Gerrick.

Was his wife around? She left early.

They stayed for another round.


- Who picked up the tab?
- He did.


- You could've told us this.


- What do you want? You show me a picture of him.

This business, you remember faces.

If I was accused of m*rder for every time I sent a woman a glass of wine, I'd spend half my life with my thumb on the fingerprint pad.

We're not looking to charge him.

We're going for a search warrant.

You'll be denied.

You need more evidence.

Like maybe a stun g*n.

A stun g*n might do it.

He's probably stashed his under his bed, but if we can get to it.

OK.

Talk to the Montgomerys again.

Press 'em a little.

See what gives.

Can we help you? Something you forgot to ask? Something you forgot to tell.


- You bought Jennifer Gerrick two drinks.


- I what? You mentioned you were with her.

You don't mention martinis.

Why not? I didn't think it mattered.

Nick and I like to meet people.

Occasionally, we'll buy someone a drink.

You bought Jennifer a martini.

What about Elaine Beretta? Who's Elaine Beretta? Oh, you didn't hear about this on the news? They found her body yesterday in East Baltimore.


- Another woman was m*rder*d?
- What does this have to do with us? The bartender at Sotto Sopra recalls you buying her an Amaretto sour.

We have credit card receipts with your signature on them, and they're dated April 11 th, which is the night Elaine disappeared.

Excuse me.

Helen? Wonderful.

You just got me in trouble with my wife.

Helen wasn't with me that night.

She doesn't like you pulling out the platinum for other women, does she? Well, that's between the two of us.

Or she's upset you were seen with both m*rder victims the night that they died.

You're making a big deal out of a couple of $8 c*ck.

Are we? Do you have any more questions? I'd like to check on my wife.

Well, that's a good idea.

She seemed upset.


- Mm
-hm.


- Buying a woman a drink is not a crime.

We through? What now? We get 'em in the Box? Dig deeper, look harder.

I want to know everything about Nick Montgomery, and then we will get him in the Box.

You were working late that night, Helen.

I went out, I met the girl, Elaine whatever her name was.

We chatted, I bought her a drink.


- And then?
- And then I came home.

It was just a drink.

Helen, you know me.

You know I would never cheat.

I checked their previous address.

They moved here from Dallas last spring.

I called to see if they had any records.

Both have none.

But Helen has a sister named Angela who was m*rder*d in May.

How did she die? Strangulation.

Two weeks before the couple left Texas.

The primary on the case, Detective Verheyden, is faxing me the file.

He says that Nick Montgomery was the prime suspect.

Hmm
- But the cops didn't charge him?
- No.

The phone records show Nick and Angela spoke every day, and Nick was seen with her the night that she died.

Other than that, they had no real evidence.

Sounds familiar.

Is that enough evidence for you to get that warrant? I'll see what I can do.

Detective Ballard? There's a Helen Montgomery here to see you.

Mrs Montgomery, what can we do for you? I think my husband is a m*rder*r.

What makes you think that? The stun g*n I found hidden in our basement.

I always thought Nick k*lled my sister.


- But you didn't go to the police.


- I didn't wanna believe it.

We moved to Baltimore to start a new life.

I thought I could leave those suspicions behind me.

And what happened? We were OK for a while, happy.

Around a month ago, we started fighting again.

About other women? Nick wanted to go out all the time.

He was drinking too much and spending too much money.

When I complained, he started going without me.

You were with him the other night with Jennifer Gerrick.

I left early.

Nick stayed.

Why didn't you tell us that you left him at the bar with her? I assumed he was innocent, just like with my sister.

When you came back the next time, when you asked about the second girl and you had the receipt, I couldn't ignore it any more.

I read about the stun g*n in the paper.

When he left, I started going through his things.

You found this.

How could I not have known?
- She said I'm a m*rder*r?
- That's right.

The things women do when they get jealous.

Excuse me? Don't you see what's happening here? My wife hasn't spoken to me since you two left our house.

Why? Because you told her I bought that Elise girl a drink.


- Elaine.


- Whatever.

My wife hears that and she's out for revenge.

So you say your wife's lying? I apologise for her, Detectives.

It seems she's wasted your time.

If Helen's lying, how did she get this? Where is she? Where the hell is she? Sit down.

Mr Montgomery, sit down.

Jennifer Gerrick and Elaine Beretta were both incapacitated by an electric shock before they were m*rder*d.

Now, the markings on their neck match the prongs on this g*n, which Helen claims to have found in your basement.

You might find my prints on that g*n, but I am not the one who strangled them.

Really? Then who was? Who do you think? Helen.

Helen? Your wife? Angela and I were having an affair.

Helen found out and she went wild.

I told her I would end it, do whatever she wanted, go to counselling.

She said that wasn't enough.

She said as long as Angela was alive, she would always be between us.

To save our marriage, we had to k*ll her.


- So you strangled her?
- No.

Helen did.

I held her down.

I admit that.

But it was Helen who did the k*lling.

Then, after we actually got away with it, there was no stopping her.

What does that mean? Helen k*lled two more women between Dallas and Baltimore,
- one in St Louis, one in Pittsburgh.


- Do you have anything to prove that? No, I don't have anything to prove that, but it is the truth.

I'll testify against her.

I'm sure you would, Mr Montgomery.

To save yourself, I'm sure that you would say just about anything.

Well, here's what.

I'd save your energy.

You're gonna need it for the m*rder trial.

Talk about till death do us part, huh?
- We ever have a k*ller couple before?
- Nope.

And we don't now.

You sure about that? Please, the man is pissed off because Helen turned him in.

He's trying to drag her down.

We have to look into it.

We have to see what they got on those two women.

Even if there are other bodies, it doesn't mean the wife is involved.

We can't prove anything either way.

Why should we take her word above his? Because that man is a pig! He's a misogynist pig b*stard, and I can see it in his eyes.

All right.

You call Pittsburgh and I will take St Louis.

All right.

The Dallas file should be in by now, too.

I can take a look at that.

That's fine.

Hey, you're probably right.


- You know, probably it was just him.


- Right.


- Hey.


- Hey.

So St Louis Homicide had a 25
-year
-old Jane Doe strangled in October.

There are markings of a stun g*n on her neck and no signs of r*pe.

Well, Pittsburgh didn't even have a body.

They're gonna go through their missing persons report and call us.

Is that it? You call me down to the Lab, I assume you have something.

I did.

I was reading over the file.

I see where the Dallas cops found several hairs on Angela Faber's body.

One was Montgomery's.

The other two were Helen's.

Given that the three of them were related and Angela spent time at her sister's, detectives on the case couldn't go anywhere with it.

So neither can we, right? Except that we have the one unidentified hair off Jennifer's clothing.

I had the lab run it against the hairs from Nick and Helen.


- And?
- It was Helen Montgomery's.

Right Helen already admitted to being at the bar with Gerrick, so a hair on the outside is not enough to link her to m*rder.

On the outside of the skirt, no.

But we tell Helen that we found the hair somewhere more incriminating, like the inside of Jennifer's pantyhose, might do the trick.

If she's innocent, she'll know we're lying.

And if she's guilty, she won't.

Hmm
- Who are you looking for, Helen?
- Nick.

He isn't here, is he? Why? Why do you ask? You want to see him?
- Actually I'm afraid of him.


- Hmm.


- I feel like I don't know him anymore.


- I don't blame you for being afraid.

He was pretty pissed off when we showed him the stun g*n.


- Did he confess?
- He said you were a jealous b*tch, then he admitted to using the g*n on Jennifer and Elaine and two women in St Louis and Pittsburgh.


- Then he told us you k*lled them.


- What? He said you were a team and you did it together.

Is that true?
- Of course not.


- He said, she said, he said.


- It's so hard to know who to believe.


- That is until we saw this.


- Am I supposed to know what this is?
- It's a human hair comparison, Helen.

One on the left is a hair that was lifted from your sister Angela's body.

This one on the right was pulled out of Jennifer Gerrick's pantyhose.

And both of them belong to you.


- How can you know that?
- You don't remember? You gave your sample to the Dallas police.

They made a match.

Doesn't matter cos you were sisters.

It made sense that your hair would be on her body.

Right.

But on the inside of Jennifer Gerrick's pantyhose, well, that's a different story, one that's really hard to explain.

You ought to consider that this case is going to court.

We have both you and your husband on these murders.

And we've got his prints on the stun g*n and your hair.

But see, we only need one of you to testify.

Whoever testifies has a really good chance at life without parole, and whoever doesn't is looking at death row.

It was Nick and I.

Both of us.

It started with Angela.

You k*lled her together? We k*lled all of them together.

That was the point.

You took your time.

I tried my best, sweetheart.

She wouldn't shut up.

That was why we did it, what excited us.

We took the women back to the house, put them on the bed.

Nick held them down and I'd strangle them.

The way we felt, that rush, was thrilling.

The moment she died, our love was perfect.

We were like one person.

Then Nick ruined everything.

He k*lled Elaine Beretta.

He went out, did it himself and tried to hide it from me.

I only found out when you came waving the receipt from Sotto Sopra.

Why'd you turn him in, Helen? The two of you, you could have gotten away with both murders.

He cheated on me.

He k*lled without me.

If he hadn't betrayed me, we could have gone on happily ever after.

I may be a jealous b*tch, but my husband Nick is a cheating b*stard, and there's no way I was letting him get away with that.

Hey, waiting on a ride? No.

I'm just looking.

Everybody going into the bars.

There's a lotta ladies out tonight, a lotta Hons.

Hey, you want to hear a joke? Yeah, sure.

Why does a Homicide Detective leave her job where she's decorated up the yinyang in her own hometown? I give up.

To see the world.


- To see the world?
- Mm.

So you came to Baltimore.

Well, you know, I lived in the same town my entire life.

I was tired of my whole life being about work, and there was nothing keeping me there, so I picked up and moved.


- To good old Charm City.


- Right.

Charm City with no Prince Charming.

I really thought I was gonna meet somebody here.

You know? Somebody who was gonna take me to the nice restaurants on Charles Street.

Then I thought, if no one's gonna take me, I'm just gonna go alone.

I started thinking how I could have been one of those women.


- Nah, you're a cop.


- Right.

I don't want to go home right now.

And I really don't want to be anywhere where everyone's on the make.

Well, I guess that kind of narrows things down to right here.

Unless you want to go to Jimmy's or somethin'.

Jimmy's? I don't care how weird your case was, I'm not paying Charles Street prices.

But I'll go for blue plate down at Jimmy's.

How's that for Prince Charming? Take me, I'm yours.


- The tip's on you, though.


- Oh, you're a real prince! Now, hey, what's fair is fair.


- You know what? Huh?
- You forgot your wallet? No, no, I got my wallet.

I don't know, do you eat a lot? Yes, I eat a lot