Homicide: Life on the Street · Season 1
Nothin's missing, so I guess we can rule out a robbery, huh?
We don't guess, Meldrick, we hypothesize. We infer. We extrapolate from the evidence. We do not guess.
Go easy on me, would you Frank? It's early in the morning, I haven't had my first donut yet.
Who do you guys think did this?
In my best extrapolation? Professor Plum, in the library, with the candlestick.
Do I smell the acrid aroma of squad room discord? The breakdown of the collaborative process? 'Cause I'd hate to think that two of my carefully matched detectives are finding lumps in the honeymoon mattress.
And you know what else, Frank? Love spelled backwards is "evil." E-v-o-l.
That's not love spelled backwards. That's live spelled backwards.
Cut me some poetic slack, will ya, Frank?
The longer I do this job, the more I realize that everything is about your relationship with your mother.
You sure you want me with you?
Yeah. Sure, why not?
I don't know. The last time we worked together, you, uh, were kinda snarky.
Snarky?
Yeah. Snarky. You know, from the ancient Greek, meaning butthead.
I just love bombs. They always make the autopsy so easy.
Hey, I found an ear.
Friends, Romans, countrymen....
Ear today, gone tommorow.
You guys are so sick.
[to Frank, about Bayliss] Whatever problems you two are having, just remember one thing... 'all we are is dust in the wind.'
I had no idea you were a Kansas fan.
The only thing I have in common with Judaism is we both don't like to work on Saturdays.
Come on, do it for me just one more time, please, and I won't ask you again.
Would you give it a rest?
Just once more, please?
Oy vey iz mir, I'm so meshugenah I could plotz.
Do it again.
No.
You remember when you were young and the most exciting thing that you thought of was that girl in your French class. You hoped she'd talk to you, let you walk her home, maybe even let you hold her hand.
Every time you looked at her you got embarrassed.
You couldn't imagine sleeping with her. All you could think about was reaching down for her hand, weaving your fingers together, have her palm touch your palm. We forget what that was like. We have sex, get married, fight, get divorced. Somewhere along the line we forgot how wonderful it is to hold another human being's hand. What happens to us that we take things like that for granted?
I don't know. We get older, I guess.
We get older, forget who we used to be, what we used to believe in. Love, peace, the Colts would always be in Baltimore. Here's to all the Helen Rosenthals of the world.
Okay, we got multiple chest wounds, an open door, and a weapon halfway across the living room.
It's going to be hell writing this one up as a suicide, I'll tell you that much.
Well, now I've seen it all. Frank Pembleton, public defender?
Now, you want to call that first bullet self-defense, fine. First one's on the house. Second bullet, you want to say that that was shot in fear, that's great, that's no problem because, you know, we're going to give her a two bullet handicap. But the third shot, Frank, the one where he's down on the floor, and he's of no threat to anyone at all, Frank, come on...
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