[after seeing a picture of himself in an art gallery] I'm naked! My dingle is blowing in the wind!
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S1 E15Unfinished Business
You think the old partner's a few bricks shy of a load, huh?
Stan, you're a load. Trust me.
I'll come with you, Stan. Besides, I kinda like working with you Big Man. You're like a father figure to me.
A father figure?
Yeah, a father figure.
You ever repeat that, I'll gut ya.
We need new customers or we're not gonna have a bar.
So what? Ladies night? Wet T-shirt contest, what?
Turtle races. I've always enjoyed them.
We're sinking here, Stan and you're talking about turtle races.
Fix me a drink. Scotch
You sure you should be drinking? You just got outta the hospital a month ago.
Are you gonna pour me a drink or do I hafta wreck this place again?!!!
Let destiny be your guide, Big Man.
A woman can affect a man totally. How a woman feels about a man, that's how he is gonna feel about himself, his friends, his job…
We reach a certain age where we realize we know less about life than we did when we were seventeen. When I was seventeen, I remember…I believed in life. I trusted life. I believed there were answers to questions. I had…hope. Right now, I'm gonna tell you: I hate myself. I don't have any friends to speak of. All I have is this…job. And it disgusts me. You like garlic greens and cornbread?
Not particularly.
That's because you never tasted my wife's. That's all it would take, no matter how bad of a day it was. She had that touch. I remember how she used to touch me, you know, so gently on the cheek. And when she was dying, I remember how she touched me… She said, "Remember…how much I love you." I'll never forget that. I don't wanna be alone anymore. I find myself folding in. I think this is what Crosetti found out, and I refuse to recognize it in him because I wouldn't recognize it in myself.
[sighs] I understand. I understand completely.
Nothing is real.
What do you mean, nothing is real?
There is no reality.
Really...
Take the color green. You see green, I see green. We call it "green" because as a society we have agreed that this thing, this color, is green. We think we're having the shared experience of green, but how do we know? Maybe my green is actually greener than your green.
You mean, maybe my green is red?
Maybe. Take colorblind people, they carry with them a stigma --
A stigmatism.
Because they don't see what the rest of us see as green. But maybe, just maybe, their perception is correct. Maybe a colorblind person is actually seeing pure green, the real green.
Man, this is just my luck. I get a call. My partner's off tonight. So I look around the Squad Room. I see Munch. No. I see Howard. No. Felton. Lewis. No. No. I think Bolander. I'll take Bolander. He's the only one who won't drive me crazy.
I'm driving you crazy?
Philosophizing. You're not known as the philosophical type, Stan.
You get shot in the head, it makes you think.
Okay. Theoretically,a woman can lead a man on, go up to his room, take off her clothes, jump into bed -- it becomes rape the moment she says stop. Jim may have feared for his life at some point during the confrontation, but he wasn't afraid at the moment he fired the fatal bullet.
He made a bad judgment call. You're gonna crucify him for making a mistake?
This is more than a bad judgment call. He killed Gersel for some other reason.
What other reason?
I think it's racially motivated.
Why does that not surprise me, Frank? Why am I not stunned that you've unearthed yet another racial injustice?
I guess you know me too well, Tim.
Danvers, will you put a stop to this nonsense?
I could deem the incident accidental, a misunderstanding established by circumstances. I could decide that the suspect not be charged. But I'm not sure I should take on the burden of determination... I'm going to recommend we go before a Grand Jury --
On what charge?
Manslaughter.
What? Why?
Because you're a cop. Because your cousin's white. I don't want it to look like we're showing any favoritism.
Oh, I see. In an effort not to show favoritism, Jim's being overly prosecuted.
UGUmut Gersel
My son, he loved everything American. Growing up, he'd watch your movies and TV shows and rock n' roll. But mostly he loved what America stood for. Many of us believe there is too much repression in my country. We are not allowed to think or move as freely as you are, but if that freedom means getting away with killing an innocent boy, perhaps we are better off...
Munch, let's go.
What've we got?
Skeleton found buried in the basement of a house over on Gough Street. A couple's renovating the house, the contractor dug up bones. They're turning the cellar into a playroom.
Nice.
My bet, the skeleton's at least a hundred years old.
Why's that, Big Man?
Every year or so someone digs up bones in a basement in Fell's Point. It usually turns out to be some poor sailor who got a night's leave off some nineteenth century schooner docked in the harbor. The sailor came into town for a drink or some poker, got rolled for his pay, got stuffed in the basement. Meanwhile, up in Maine or England or even China, some young bride walked the shore, peering out into the sea, waiting her whole life for him to return.
Jeez, Stanley, more and more I see the poet in you.
That ain't poetry, Munch. Them's the hard, cold facts.
Life was simpler a hundred years ago.
Death was simpler.
You're not going to say anything to me, are you?
What would you like me to say?
For a start, "I'm sorry"...
I'm not sorry. I did my job.
You still believe that my cousin killed that boy because he was an Arab?
Hikmet was not an Arab. Turks are not Arabs --
My cousin could not consciously kill someone.
PPendleton
I don't think it was premeditated. I think it was inherent. Jim's racism is so much a part of him, that he didn't have a chance to think about what he was doing. Jim is worse than a Klansman. 'Cause at least in their white sheets, they are recognizable. But your cousin's brand of bigotry is more frightening because, like still water, it runs deep. He doesn't even see it himself.
You are wrong, dead wrong.
The only one "dead wrong" is Hikmet Gersel. Did you see what happened when the verdict was announced? They applauded. Those law-abiding citizens, those good people applauded the death of a child. Let me ask you something, Tim -- then you tell me whether or not it was racially motivated -- if that boy had been American, if that boy had been white -- do you think would have cheered?
Luck had nothing to do with it. God reached down and graced a fool with wisdom.
Man, I hate arson fires. There's never any evidence, no witnesses, nothing.
Well, look at the upside.
I don't see an upside.
I'm the primary on this case. If we don't close it, Gee will cast his long, doleful, accusing glance in my direction, not yours.
So, what's the cause of death?
SScheiner
For an absolute certainty, I can't tell you.
You can't tell us?
SScheiner
Don't look at me that way; it happens.
This may come as a shock to you, Kellerman, but I don't always like being right.
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