S4x05 – Heartbeat
“Heartbeat” boasts a fantastic script, generally H:LOTS grade acting and wonderful direction by the late great Bruno Kirby fresh from his stint as Pembleton’s vengeful stalker in the season three finale – The Gas Man. Munch really shines in this episode and seems to have made up for whatever rocky start the actor who portrays him – Richard Belzer – was rumored to have. In the forty some odd episodes already blogged watching Belzer come into his own has been a real treat. We’re also seeing Kellerman find his groove as well. Overall I would grade this episode a B+, but individual performances – particularly Belzer’s are A+
Munch: Don’t tell me you’re watching soap operas again.
Bayliss: It’s what we have instead of a sex life, Munch. Leave us alone.
Howard: If you were going to hide a body, where you bury it?
Munch: In a cemetery.
Bayliss and Pembleton
Bayliss blabs about Mary’s pregnancy causing Frank all sorts of headaches as fellow detectives saddle up to him with copious amounts of generally unhelpful advice. Meanwhile, Bayliss is still dealing with his back, though mostly aggravating other detectives by taking informal surveys as to how they would deal with back troubles he’s having. He’s also no longer carrying so much crap in his wallet nor putting it in his back pocket. At some point they most likely will have to put aside babies and fat wallets and investigate some cases.
Lewis and Kellerman
- The newlyweds of the squad catch a case, which leads to another case, which they in turn pass along to Howard and Munch. So nice of them to uncover a ten year old murder victim’s skeleton and share their good fortune with fellow detectives.
Howard and Munch
- Their golden oldie victim was buried behind a brick wall – a nod to Charm City’s own Edgar Allen Poe – and was kind enough to scratch out the name of his killer, albeit misspelled. As luck would have it even in Baltimore – Poe’s stomping grounds – there just aren’t as many drug dealing Poe fanatics as one might believe. I suppose that’s a silver lining, if such can be said of the business of investigating ten year old murders. In other news, Munch is sniffing around M. E Alyssa Dyer, but don’t worry, he’ll fuck that up too.