Bless us, oh, Lord, for these thy gifts
which we are about to receive through thy bounty,
through Christ our Lord.
Amen.
ALL: Amen.
Did you buy film, Mitchell?
Yeah.
We'll want lots of pictures
of Ryan tonight.
RYAN: Okay, Mom.
WOMAN: Did you see your brother in his suit?
Yeah, he looks so handsome.
Shut up.
chuckling
GIRL: Are you taking me to Cindy's?
I assume
you're taking Ryan?
WOMAN: And no one misses
church in the morning.
'80s music playing
WOMAN: Mitchell.
Mitchell? Mitchell?
Mitchell?
She ask for Homicide?
She can't ask for nothing.
She's loony tunes.
Carrying around an obit of a guy
that died in 1990.
Covering my ass...
I called you.
Why's she locked up?
She kept wandering away.
Come on, Silvan, get her out of there.
Son's on the way.
She had his number in her pocket.
Hi, ma'am.
So many cuts.
So... so many cuts.
You want to come out?
Poor... poor Mitch...
Poor Mitch... Mitch...
Who's Mitch?
Couldn't have a church funeral...
not with all those cuts.
SILVAN: Nuttier than a fruitcake.
Mitch was a good man.
Was Mitch your husband?
"Mitchell Bayes served as organist
"and musical director of
St. Anthony's Episcopal Church in Roxborough..."
SILVAN: Here's the son.
Mom, you can't do this.
You can't leave the house.
SILVAN I don't think anyone's pressing charges,
but she disturbed the peace over at Holy Field Cemetery.
RYAN: I'm sorry. I'll keep a better eye
That where your dad was buried?
Yeah.
It's okay. It's okay.
mumbling
She was talking about him.
He was murdered?
13 years ago.
She's been going back there a lot lately.
Doctor says it's something about older memories
becoming more present.
It's Alzheimer's?
Might want to get her one of those bracelets.
I ordered one.
She was carrying these.
We ever get the guy?
No.
Come on, Mom.
Come on. Let's go.
It's okay. It's okay.
Yeah, it's okay.
That's the civilian workers going the extra mile.
So how'd this guy die?
Stabbed by a hooker was the theory.
Here it is. Bayes, '90.
Why are we looking at this?
The lady was so distressed.
I just wondered why we didn't
bring the job in.
Mitch Bayes, 49.
Stabbed 14 times.
Wallet was gone.
Presumed robbery-homicide.
Never found a weapon?
No, they never even named a good suspect.
Bump in the night.
Let's take this upstairs.
So is this a regular thing now?
Working cold jobs?
I am. You can stay on the line if you want.
I guess cold cases aren't less important than new ones.
They're more important.
They've been waiting longer.
We got any limits on how far back we can look?
No limits.
There's some problems with this job, boss.
Unsolved is always a problem.
The ME reports and the body chart don't match.
Plus the inventory of the clothes in the van.
Pants, underwear,
shirt, shoes-- but no socks.
Uh-huh. This was February.
You don't go anywhere in February without socks.
Maybe they were inventoried wrong?
Whatever happened, this case was a rush job.
The assigned chalked it up to a solicitation gone bad.
Pretty much left it at that.
This is a nice lady, boss.
And her memory's going fast.
If we're ever going to look at this again...
We should do it now.
Who's the assigned?
Gil Sherman.
This was a typical job during the crack era.
Guy comes 'round looking for some company,
ends up robbed and killed by the girl.
Why'd you think it was a hooker?
Ever been to Kensington Avenue, darling?
That's hookerland.
Yeah? I grew up in Kensington.
So what was he doing there, seeing the sights?
clearing throat
You don't have this back wound marked
on your body chart.
So I missed it.
You ever miss a wound?
No.
LASSING: What did forensics show you?
Forensics were screwed.
Rained like a son of a bitch
Whole scene got soaked.
He was in the back of a van.
They should have had some evidence to work with.
Partial prints on vials.
Inconclusive.
STILLMAN: So there were no suspects at all?
Plenty of suspects.
Whores, dealers, homeless.
Nothing stuck.
So that was it? End of case?
Look, Rush--
these murders were a dime a dozen that year.
Crackheads thought nothing
of icing a guy for 12 bucks.
Next night
the same job all over again.
You remember.
Yeah.
I felt for this family though.
They were decent people.
I had to tell 'em on a Sunday morning...
We found him in his vehicle
just off of Kensington Avenue.
I don't understand why he'd be there.
There's a lot of activity in that area.
What kind of activity?
Drugs, prostitution.
Like that.
Mitch wouldn't be there.
I'm sorry.
Mitch didn't use drugs,
or prostitutes.
We are churchgoing people.
I understand.
He didn't use...
prostitutes.
Bayes was a hypocrite church type.
Whoring Saturday night,
asking forgiveness on Sunday.
Son's meeting us here?
Maybe he's already here.
I'm sure where they went exactly.
No, I...
I'm not sure.
I... Yes.
Okay.
I'll...
I'll tell them.
When they...
Okay, I'll make sure I tell them.
Hello.
They're home now...
Hi, Charlotte.
Tina.
No. No, Lilly.
Remember we talked about Mitch?
"Mitchell Bayes served
"as organist and musical director
at St. Anthony's Episcopal Church in Roxborough..."
RYAN: Oh. You're here.
Did Mom let you in?
The door was open, Ryan.
Was she trying to leave?
No, she was just talking to herself.
She has good days and bad days.
Can't have a church funeral for Mitch...
Okay.
Just can't.
Why is she talking about Dad?
I brought him up.
We're looking at his case again, Ryan.
I'll do what I can to help.
I was only 16, you know.
Do you know if your dad had any enemies?
Maybe someone from work, or church?
He worked at Drexel Insurance.
I think it was pretty mundane.
At church all he had was friends.
Were you surprised to hear he was found on Kensington Avenue?
We were all shocked by that.
Including your mom?
I think it was the humiliation of her life.
Could we try to talk to her about that night?
It'll be tricky.
She kind of goes in and out.
Well, Mom...
We're going to talk about Dad,
okay?
About the night he died.
Okay... Mitch...
He died, Mitch died...
RYAN: Remember we had dinner as a family?
And I was going to a school formal,
and I was worried because I couldn't dance.
I'll teach you.
You remember that?
Anyone can dance...
Cheers.
Okay, now let me show you how it's done.
Come on. Come on.
'80s music playing
Aw, loosen up, sweetie.
I can't.
I don't move right.
Sure, you do.
Come on. Come on. Here.
My best gal.
Thanks.
Go easy on him, Charlotte.
real
phone rings
Started out as a nice night.
Who was the phone call from?
I don't remember a phone call.
Your mom does.
Huh?
Maybe she's adding that detail in her mind.
Embellishing, you know?
To be honest, I'm still learning
about what's happening to her.
Ryan, could we get your sister's address?
Where she works?
Yeah.
RUSH: Diabetes don't scare you enough,
you got to add smoking to your health problems?
Thanks, Lil.
You know what? I don't hear that enough at home.
I got that.
You're Tina, right?
Who are you?
Detectives Rush and Lassing, Homicide.
We want to talk about your dad.
No, thanks.
We know he dropped you
at a friend's house that night.
I'm not talking to any cops.
How come?
You guys decided a long time ago
how my dad died.
Why you got to bring it up again?
We just want to hear about that night.
What your dad said to you.
You mean, like, did he say,
"Bye, darling, I'm going to see my hooker"?
You think that's where he went?
I never thought that.
Tina, we're looking for answers here.
You can't give us five minutes?
Your mom and brother helped us.
They'd like you to do the same.
I haven't talked to my mom or brother
in eight years.
So I could really care less what they'd like.
He was parked here.
Found at 5:00 A.M. by a homeless guy
looking for someplace to sleep.
So you're calling this a crime scene?
This is where it happened.
Rush, that was 13 years ago.
We ain't got much to work with, Lil.
It's what we got.
You're standing next
to the best scene man I know, but I don't think there's blood
in that stone.
Take a picture.
Got to go find the girls that Sherman talked to
about Mitch Bayes.
'80s music playing
Hey, girls.
whistles
You know this guy.
Naw.
Uh-uh.
Sure, you don't.
Probably playing hopscotch in 1990.
Any girls out here with some age on 'em?
Delores, Rhona, Rhono, Mary?
Delores--
she's, like, 33.
is
Know where we can find her?
Works the alley.
She only do oral now
'cause of HIV.
Thanks.
got
or she doesn't want to get it?
I don't need to know.
Delores? Delores?
Yeah. Yeah, that's me.
Remember this guy, Delores? Mitch Bayes?
Yeah. Yeah, that guy died down there
behind the Dumpster.
Is he a trick of yours?
No, I never seen him before.
Nobody had.
Know where I can find a Rhona or Mary?
Rhona moved back to Delaware,
back to her Mom's where her kids are at.
Mary got the AIDS.
She died, like, a year ago.
That looks kind of funny, you know?
RUSH: Funny how?
I never seen a guy
take all his clothes off for a girl
and leave 'em in the corner
all tidy like that.
Right.
Thanks, Delores. Take care of yourself.
She's right.
The scene's off.
There are a lot of props:
the crack vials, the magazines.
It's all wrong.
Mitch Bayes didn't hang out here.
We got to redeem this guy.
Henry Walsh-- his name's on one of these porn rags
that was found in the van.
He's not in your file.
Do you know who he is?
Great, Sherman. Got to run.
A simple yes or no don't work for Sherman.
I take it he didn't auto-track Walsh.
Probably too busy with all the crack going on.
You guys again?
You were right, Tina.
About what?
Your dad didn't go with a hooker that night.
How do you know?
We think someone drove him to that alley
after they killed him.
That cop told us...
That cop was wrong.
I knew it.
I knew my dad was too good for that.
You were close, huh?
Yeah.
We're looking for the truth here, Tina.
Can you help us and talk to us?
About what?
Start with the night he died.
Was there a phone call?
Nice families don't talk about these things.
Tina, what things?
What was the phone call?
It was for him.
Do you know who it was?
I had an idea.
I know where you're going now.
I'm going home.
No, you're not.
What are you talking about?
Don't go.
Call her and say no.
T-Tina!
Go on in the house.
I can see Cindy's waiting for you.
You're always talking about what's a sin
and all that.
is
what you're doing with Judy.
You get out of this car.
That was our last conversation.
Who was Judy?
I don't know.
I just heard him talking on the phone to her.
After he died, I thought
maybe it was a prostitute that...
Do you think your mom knew about Judy?
I wouldn't know that.
Maybe you should go with us to see your mom.
Ask her about this woman.
Why don't you ask her?
You probably would have a better chance
of getting through with her condition.
What condition?
Your brother says it's Alzheimer's.
You're probably going to have to help
the conversation along.
Don't worry.
The door's open again.
mumbling
Mom?
mumbling softly
Oh, God... Mom.
It's Tina.
Ba-ba.
muttering
Mom?
We'll give you a minute, Tina.
Las, what's that about?
I wish you would comb your hair.
She knows me now.
Can we talk to her?
Mom,
we want to talk about Judy.
Judy...
Yeah,
Judy and Dad.
humming
Judy...
I never,
never cared for Judy.
I never cared for Judy.
Judy.
Who was she, Charlotte?
How did you know her?
Judy Enright.
I never cared for Judy Enright.
Charlotte, it's okay.
What's going on here?
Never cared for Judy...
I never cared for Judy.
What are you doing here?
I just...
I thought I'd come...
What?
I never,
never liked Judy.
I don't know.
We asked her to come.
Well, I'm asking you to leave.
They believed me about Dad, Ryan.
Good for you.
Charlotte mumbling
Congratulations.
I really do want to help you,
but I'm not coming back here.
She always, always has the solos.
She always...
You shouldn't have come here.
Strangers upset her.
We thought with Tina...
You thought wrong.
The most talented singer...
She was talking to us about Judy.
That name mean anything to you?
No. Look, you should know
my sister has emotional problems.
She's been hospitalized a few times
and sometimes she says things
that aren't necessarily true.
You should know your front door was open again, Ryan.
Tina says your dad was close to this woman.
And I told you that she has mental problems.
Excuse me.
Judy...
Come in.
Something going on with this family, boss.
LASSING: The brother and sister
hate each other. She says they've been
oil and water ever since dad died.
He says it's because she's crazy.
Plus that door upstairs.
Do you, uh,
trust this Tina?
She seems more sad than crazy.
She was hospitalized twice for depression,
but that doesn't make her a liar.
So, follow her lead, see where it takes you.
Where do you find Judy Enright?
She works at St. Anthony's Church in Roxborough.
You better wash up.
Poor Mitch.
It was such a disgrace...
how he ended up.
The flesh is weak.
Yes, it is.
How well did you know Mitch?
Well, the congregation here is very tight-knit.
Plus, him on the organ and you singing solos...
Did you see Mitch the night he died?
Unless we had a rehearsal, I don't see how...
Judy, I have phone records that show me
two calls were made from your home
to the Bayes' home that night.
Well, I suppose
you already know, then.
I was weak, too.
So did you meet Mitch the night he died?
Just for a few minutes.
'80s music playing
Hi. Why don't you park?
I can't do it anymore.
What?
Tina knows.
I can't have my daughter being ashamed of me.
Mitch, come on, honey.
We'll talk about it.
I got to stop.
She's my daughter.
JUDY: And that's the last
I saw of Mitch Bayes.
Are you sure you didn't follow him, Judy,
in your anger at him,
for breaking it off like that?
No.
But you called Mitch again later.
There were two calls from your house that night, Judy.
I didn't call again.
Could your husband have called him?
He'd have no reason to.
Unless he suspected you two.
So did Lassing embarrass you in church?
No, he behaved. And we met Mitch's girlfriend.
Oh, yeah? She a suspect?
Her alibi's good, but there was a jealous husband.
Vera and Jeffries are checking him out.
Mitch's clothes from the van-- no socks.
Is this criminalist screwing up,
or were they never there in the first place?
You might want to ask your pal Sherman over there.
People steal stuff off the dead bodies all the time.
People steal Timberlands, leather jackets.
They don't steal a guy's socks and nothing else.
Fine. You know best, apparently.
Sherman, it's a simple question.
Were the socks at the scene or not?
No.
Are you sure?
I'm pretty sure.
You're known as a good detective, Sherman.
They say you're the best in Fugitives.
Is that what they say?
So what was going on in 1990
that you were doing work like a bum?
Nothing that ain't fixed now.
1988 to mid-'94...
I was a drunk.
I mean bombed full-time.
So probably I did some damage,
being sloppy.
Just...
wasn't in my head.
Uh-huh.
You know that, uh, name you wanted followed up: Henry Walsh?
The guy whose porn mags were found in the van?
Did you auto-track him yet?
Uh, not yet.
Good. 'Cause I did.
Figured I'd save you some time.
Oh, yeah?
Mm-hmm.
Let see, he had a carpet business in Germantown.
He died three years ago,
but I got an address on the son, Tom Walsh,
if that'll help.
It would.
TOM: I don't know who my dad knew or
Pretty strange how his porn rags
ended up in a van with a dead man.
What am I supposed to do about that?
How about giving it more than 30 seconds of thought?
Bayes... I knew a Ryan Bayes in high school.
There you go, Tom. Were you good friends?
I guess.
We played a lot of Dungeons and Dragons together.
Just nerds, you know.
Nerds who looked at dad's porn together?
I probably took some magazines there sometimes.
You guys ever take it to another level,
like, uh, going to hookers?
Do we really got to go into this?
I've heard so much worse, Tom.
I guess we cruised for prostitutes once in a while,
just to look at them.
We'd be terrified if they actually talked to us.
Where'd you do that cruising?
Kensington Avenue.
You see, Tom, that's helpful to me.
Embarrassing to you,
but helpful to me.
phone ringing
Ring, ring.
RYAN: I'll get it, Mom. Ringing.
Now is not a good time.
We got to talk, Ryan.
Not now. LASSING: It's very important.
RYAN: Mom, go back to the living room.
Someone's here. Someone's here.
Did you hear me? Go back to the living room.
Tea, tea, tea.
Ryan, hey, let's you and me sit down.
A couple of minutes.
You need a minute of peace.
Las will sit with your mom.
Come on, take a break.
Isn't there someone that can help you out?
A girlfriend?
I don't have time for that.
sighs
We guess your mom's kind of your girlfriend, huh?
She takes a lot of my time, if that's what you mean.
Yeah.
I take care of my mom, too.
She's sick in a different kind of way,
but, uh, it makes me half crazy sometimes.
Yeah.
Doesn't feel natural.
It's role reversal.
Yeah. I mean, Mom's supposed to take care of you.
That's what you're used to.
Yeah.
Did she take good care of you?
Yeah, sure.
She let you meet girls?
Or did she keep you in
so you had to look elsewhere for those interests?
I'm not sure I know what you're talking about.
I guess I mean these.
Those aren't mine.
Technically they belong to your friend Tom Walsh.
Remember him? Uh-uh.
No? He's the guy
you used to cruise Kensington Avenue with.
I don't want to talk about this anymore.
Thing is, I need explanations for all these lies.
Because it looks bad that you lied
about the phone call from Judy Enright that night.
And that you lied to me just now
about these periodicals here, Ryan.
I want you to leave.
And it really looks bad that you were
so familiar with the strip where your dad was dumped.
I got questions that need answers here, Ryan.
And without good answers,
you're my number-one suspect.
My mom and I are not talking to you anymore.
You speak for your mom?
Yeah, I do. And you know what?
We want you to drop my dad's case.
When I'm so close to the truth?
Not a chance.
Well, that was one hot trail you sent
You met Enright?
You call that guy a suspect?
He's a 90-pound invalid.
He's been in a wheelchair since the Great Flood.
No chance he stabbed anybody
in the last century.
Okay, but was he our second caller that night?
Called Mitch to give him a piece of his mind.
Talked to the boy instead.
Ryan.
Yeah. I mean, he probably traumatized that kid.
Must have told him 40 times
what a cheating sinner his old man was.
Gives mama's boy his motive.
Mm-hmm. Tina...
Tina...
thanks for coming.
Did you find out anything?
Yeah.
Listen, Tina...
we think we can put Ryan
at the murder scene.
Ryan?
Yeah.
This is how you help me--
"Your dad wasn't a scumbag after all,
but your brother's a murderer"?
I'm sorry.
We used to be really close,
me and my brother.
Do you think you could help us one more time?
Can you do it for your dad?
A... a dance.
We really have to go to church tomorrow.
There was a... sleep... sleep... sleepover...
and a dance,
and that... that's where the kids were going...
kids were going... sleepover...
That-that was a big... dance...
I know that part, Charlotte.
I'm talking about later.
I-I-I... I danced, I danced with Ryan.
After the dancing, much later,
did Ryan fight with Mitch?
Poor Mitch.
Poor, poor, poor, poor Mitch.
After the dancing, did Ryan do something to him?
Mitch... Mitch...
Charlotte.
Mitch, Mitch, base... Mitch took-took you...
Mitch took you, Mitch took you to...
you s... your sleepover... Mitch...
He took me to the sleepover?
CHARLOTTE: Mitch took you, Mitch took you...
Tin-Tina?
Tina...
It's okay to tell me, Mom.
What did Ryan do?
Mom...
What happened?
Clothes...
Clothes? Dad's clothes?
Ge-Get thos... get those... get tho... get those...
Get that!
Put it in! Put it in!
Yes, hurry! Put the clothes... I'll...
I'll fo...
I'll follow.
tires squealing
Hey!
Get that! Get that!
Get that!
Get that over there.
Over there!
Get that over there!
Get those vials!
Yes!
Yes, hurry!
Put them.... put them in?
Yes.
Yes! Hurry!
Hurry!
Okay, Charlotte.
Okay.
You've totally disrupted my family.
No, that was you, Ryan.
You and your mom, 13 years ago.
We heard all about you staging the scene.
When you weren't there to chaperone,
your mom gave us the details.
You took advantage of a sick, old woman?
But you forgot the socks.
laughs
Nice touch with the crack vials, though-- real respectful to dad.
I respected my dad.
Really?
I respected my mom, too.
What was I supposed to do?
You trying to blame Mom?
Mom who treated you like you walked on water?
I never asked for that.
I didn't want to be her pet; she chose me.
I couldn't shake her.
Like you can't shake her now.
You dreamed of being an adult, right?
Finally escaping her?
But then Mom got sick.
softly And now you're trapped again.
You have no idea how much she needs.
I know, Ryan.
That's why you leave the front door open.
Maybe she'll wander away for good,
and then you'll be free.
I love my mom.
But you're angry at her for what she made you do:
Committing murder in her name.
I didn't do that.
Come on, Ryan, you're a classic mama's boy.
What better way to protect your mom
than to kill the guy who's done her wrong?
My mom didn't need protecting from anyone.
What's that supposed to mean?
You only know her as this feeble woman
who gets confused and scared,
and you probably feel bad for her.
But you didn't see her in her prime...
when she terrorized us.
We weren't supposed to talk about it.
Nice family keeping up appearances.
She would bitch me and Tina out
all the time.
When it got really bad--
when she was good and drunk and crazy--
she would attack my dad.
Hit him?
He never hit her back.
He would just take it,
and get away as soon as possible.
Is that why he had all those locks on his bedroom door?
He couldn't sleep if he didn't lock himself in at night.
That's how scared he was of her.
And still he stood up for me that night.
Knowing what she could do to him.
footsteps approaching
door opens
sighs wearily
Why are you home, Ryan?
Why aren't you at the dance?
Mom didn't want me to go.
We had an interesting call tonight.
He had a date, Charlotte.
Well, apparently, you both had dates.
All right, get your jacket.
I'll take you to the dance myself.
No,
he's staying with me.
Look, he's 16 years old, Charlotte.
He doesn't want to sit home
on a Saturday night with his mother.
Yes, he does!
Yes, he does.
Unlike you, who would rather be sneaking around with Judy.
Don't do this in front of Ryan.
Ryan? Ryan took the call!
This is between you and me,
and I'm going to take him over to the dance,
and when I come back, we can talk about it.
He's staying with me!
He loves me.
Don't you, Ryan?
I do.
But I want to go to the dance.
What?
The both of you teaming up against me?
Ryan, get your jacket now.
CHARLOTTE: Wha... Ryan, d...
I am not going to talk to you
when you're like this, Charlotte.
Do you understand that?
Now I'm going to go upstairs
and I'm going to get some dry clothes.
Mitchell... Mitchell!
Ryan!
Mi...
Ryan...
Mitchell!
Mom, Mom... Mitchell! No!
No!
Judy Enright is cheap Christmas trash!
She's a disgrace and you're a disgrace
to good churchgoing people!
Do not shut me out!
Don't... you...
Don't you shut me out!
Mom!
Do not shut me out!
You will not disgrace me!
Don't you shut me out!
No!
Do not disgrace me!
yelling
piercing scream
screaming
Charlotte grunts
Ryan...
sniffles
Get the van.
'80s music playing
music continues throughout