Cold Case

("Just What I Needed" by The Cars playing)

* I don't mind you coming here *

* Wasting all my time *

* 'Cause when you're standing... *

Oh, come on, Barry.

I want to hear the movie.

I don't see anybody else watching.

It's James Dean.

* It's not the perfume that you wear *

* It's not the ribbons in your hair... *

Peach schnapps?

That's your big move, Barry?

I thought you liked peach schnapps.

Oh, who told you that?

Shane Bannif?

No.

Next time you see Shane, ask him what happened

at Devil's Pool. He took you there?

Pumped me full

of peach schnapps, said he wanted to jump the ledge.

No way. Way.

I jump, but Shane has some last-minute shrinkage.

End of our big date.

* I don't mind you hanging out... *

I'll take one of these.

* And talking in your sleep *

Bottoms up.

* Doesn't matter where you've been *

* As long as it was deep, yeah *

* You always knew to wear it well *

* And you look so fancy I can tell... *

Mmm.

Feels like we're being watched.

You want to go in the back?

* And talking in your sleep *

* I guess you're just what I needed... *

Can you put the top up?

Yeah. Just don't move.

* I guess you're just what I needed *

* Just what I needed *

* I needed someone to bleed... *

Damn it. It's stuck.

Well, unstick it.

You look...

beautiful... (gunshot)

: Help!

Somebody help him!

Well, you look great, Diane.

Ah, capoeira, crunches, six rounds at the heavy bag.

I never give an inch.

(clears throat)

Boss. Lil, I'd like you

to meet a friend of mine- Diane Yates.

Agent Yates, FBI.

This the one you told me about, John?

Uh... something I can help you with?

Maybe.

Diane got her start in the PPD.

18th District.

Wild West back then.

She blazed a trail for women.

Oh, that's a bunch of bull, Johnn

I got tired of being groped by the boys club

and then being passed up for promotion.

Ah, it's more complicated than that.

What, you want to compare detective test scores?

No.

The spot you ten points for having a Y chromosome.

Well, it's not too long ago.

At least the Bureau was a little bit more enlightened.

You back for memories or... coffee?

A case you worked on a while ago.

The fresh job.

Mel Shaver.

Shot dead walking his dog.

Elmwood Park. Uh, suspected robbery,

went cold with no witnesses.

Yeah, well, we'll see about that.

What's the FBI's interest in the job? Classified.

Listen, I had a rough one last night, I need a fistful

of Ibuprofen or something stronger.

"Classified." Give me a break.

Well, just download her on the case, Lil.

Maybe she can help us solve it.

Got some Ibuprofen in my desk.

Anything stronger?

Mel Shaver, 43-year-old

tax lawyer, shot on November 6,

in, uh, Elmwood Park.

Recover any ballistics evidence?

Through and through.

Gold Rolex, a wallet missing.

Got a string of holdups in the area.

What else?

Wife says he didn't have any enemies.

Solid citizen. What about habits?

Crack or stripping his bark in the woods?

Nothing turned up.

Nothing turned up, or you didn't ask?

I worked the case.

There was nothing to go on.

It's a Percocet, left over from an accident.

Shame not to finish a prescription.

I didn't need them.

Major Maurice Kitchener got the end he deserved.

Run my name through the Fed database?

Wouldn't exactly

describe you as a solid citizen, Detective.

Though you lean that way.

I do my best. Of course you do.

What's this?

It's a wooded area, adjacent to the kill spot.

No, no, no. Here.

I need these blown up.

Get a high-res scan.

This is Philadelphia.

We got one lab tech, one copy machine and a two-week wait.

That's for a hot case.

I'll do it, then.

So, is this the extent of your investigation?

Unless the FBI has some new information.

No.

We're counting on you having missed something.

Mmm, doubt it. Case is cold.

Start by re-interviewing the wife.

And do you need approval from Daddy,

or can we just work this case?

How exactly do you know Stillman?

Johnny always gave me a fair shake coming up.

All things considered.

Considering what?

I broke up his marriage.

Hey.

Hey.

You want

a piece of me? Nah.

Just came to see how you were doing.

Well, five hours a day I get to talk about my feelings.

Can't sleep 'cause my roommate's up every five minutes

washing the germs off his hands,

and lecturing me

about palm oils in my diet.

Highlight of the day

is, uh, taking on my fellow detectives in ping-pong,

but other than that things are looking up.

How's the Jell-O?

Not bad.

Mac and cheese sucks.

Look.

Portable DVD player.

Hmm... Yeah.

Thank you.

The Honeymooners. (chuckles)

The Godfather One.

Two.

Midnight Run.

The Cutting Edge?

It's a guilty pleasure.

Mine, too.

Between us.

D.A., uh, reopened the Billingsley case.

Fat lot of good that does Joe Don.

Come on.

All right.

Has there been a break

in the case? RUSH: It's a routine reinvestigation.

Why is the FBI interested?

Quite a collection.

My husband bought those for me.

Cute.

What kind of man was your husband?

I know what you're asking.

We had a good marriage.

What, because he bought you these?

And he was very thoughtful.

Sounds like.

I'm sorry. I don't see

what this has to do with his murder.

If you could just tell us what happened that night.

Mel took our dog for a walk

and was killed by a stranger.

One minute

you're planning a trip to the Galápagos and the next

you're shopping funerary urns.

Did he ever live or work in Upper Darby?

Uh... not that I know of.

Anywhere in Delaware Country?

He was a homebody.

Meaning what? You'd just sit around

sipping Sleepytime Tea and watching 60 Minutes?

Mel worked.

He watched the Phillies.

He took walks.

Our big excitement was dinner and a movie.

Did he ever mention the Darby View Drive-In?

Drive-In?

This is going to help solve

my husband's murder?

Oh, just answer the question.

I think I want you to leave.