( panting )
- ( barking ) - Oh.
( barking continues )
Oh, man.
( siren blaring )
( door creaks )
- ( gunshots ) - You little bitch.
- What's next? - One to the head.
I keep it quick.
Not yet, motherfucker.
Shoot live rounds like paint.
Boy, you be the shit, you hear me?
Yo, but these really do look like Glocks.
Yeah, they make them look that way.
- Yo, why you shoot low? - All right.
If you're close, aim for the head.
If not, think vest.
That's the way you said it.
A'ight. Boy's learnin'.
( theme music playing )
( alarm blaring )
( camera shutter clicking )
( siren blaring )
( horn honks )
- You going inside this one, too? - Gonna do the whole block.
It's bad enough you popped the top off of one house and give us a body.
What the fuck do you think you're doing now?
- An experiment. - An experiment?
Oh, fuck me.
I'm dealing with Madame Curie here.
This nail here comes from a nail gun
and it comes from the house with a dead man inside.
Every other house has screws that H.C.D. uses.
We find these in the plywood anywhere in this city
and there's a body inside.
Gosh, that's good work.
No, I'm very impressed.
Do you see a tool belt on me?
Do I look like one of those fuckin' jerkoffs in aisle five of the Home fuckin' Depot?
There's three weeks left in the year
and our unit clearance rate is under 50%.
We do not go looking for bodies,
especially moldering fucking John Does.
We do not put red up on the board voluntarily.
Jay, the bodies are in the houses.
Marlo Stanfield's bodies.
Then they belong to him.
Now, I realize you're no longer in my squad,
Mr. Major Crimes, but you're still part of C.I.D., right?
And look, I'm still a sergeant, right?
And I'm giving you an order on this, Lester.
Until I feel chain of command down on this,
and until you hear otherwise, you will not--
I repeat, not pull down any more fucking wood!
This motherfucker.
Let it go, man.
I mean, you know, I expect a shortfall
when I look at the school budget. It's a natural.
But how in Christ's name do you lose $54 million?
- One million at a time. - Exactly.
It didn't happen this morning. This was on Royce's watch.
You didn't get a whiff of this during council review?
You can't blame the council or Royce for the school budget.
The fiscal responsibility is with the school board itself.
But the council does have oversight.
Don't even pretend to put this shit on me.
Only the city share shows up on our budget review.
We never see the state money.
You better tell your pretty new Chief of Staff
that whatever happens up on North Avenue is on the school system.
That's a simplistic view, I think.
How would you complicate it?
As president of the school board, I'll argue this is a bookkeeping issue.
We've simply been rolling the system's debt over since '99.
You rolled it and rolled it until it ran out of cash.
That's not bookkeeping, that's stupidity.
So what are we talking about here, waste?
Fraud? Embezzlement?
I would say that although the system has some poor accounting practices,
in the end, we're going to find
that most of the money was properly spent on programming.
Okay, okay, okay. We get it.
No one's responsible.
Not the school board, not anybody on North Avenue, not Clarence Royce,
not the city council, no one at this table.
Fine. So what's our next move?
Bump the property tax rate?
Scale back our budget.
No pay hikes, hiring freezes, reduced services.
Tell everyone-- schools, police, fire, public works--
they have to hold the line for a year or two.
How?
I just ran a clean-up-the-streets campaign.
I just got done promising the world to every cop in the city.
Annapolis.
You go beg his republican ass.
( whistling "The Farmer in the Dell" )
Omar Little: The cheese stands alone.
Renaldo: This the drop?
I hope not 'cause they ain't called yet.
Make me feel bad toward old Prop Joe.
Yeah, go around where we can see, yo.
Vamanos, 'naldo.
- ( keys jingle ) - ( engine starts )
- ( whistling ) - ( music playing on radio )
Nice hook up. Private.
Damn, y'all some Semper Fi motherfuckers, ain't ya?
Where Cheese go to enlist?
( coughs )
That's 25 back to Joe from what we was short before
and another 150 to up our order to six.
We had you down for four.
I don't know if we got extras coming off the boat.
Short someone else, then.
I'll see what Joe says.
Yeah.
When we set with the re-up, we'll hit you on that.
The shit will be where you told us half hour later.
- Yo, we ain't usin' these no more. - Us neither.
All we do is ring you from a 958 exchange east side, don't need to answer.
Just toss it, go to the meet.
See you when I see you.
Money on the table and "heron" to follow.
Stay here on Marlo?
Naw, we gonna stay with Cheese.
( muffled shouting )
Detective, would you get the door for me?
( door opens )
( laughing )
Sometimes life just gives you a moment, huh?
He was gonna do me and instead he gets done?
I'm dipped in shit here.
I'm the luckiest motherfucker you know.
Gentlemen, the target is still Mr. Stanfield.
And from the look of things, we're no closer to him
than when I left here two months ago.
Now, they might not let me go after murders,
but they cannot stop me from chasin' the drugs.
Leander, I want you surveilling his people.
See if they're still up on cell phones.
How are you with the paper trail?
( scoffs ) Okay.
I want you down at the city assessment office pulling paper
on all the purchases on the west side over $100,000.
Then get down to M.V.A.
and check luxury cars in his name, all right?
Now, this boy has been in the game for a while now.
He might try to launder money.
Herc, I want you on the paperwork,
re-requisitioning the wire tap equipment
that Marimow shipped on down to I.S.D.
We're gonna need all of that to get back up, okay?
If anyone needs me,
I'm down at missing persons, all right?
Let's go.
- Lester? - Yes?
- All this is cool. - Mm-hmm.
Do you think we can do it so that the direction comes from me?
I mean, I am the sergeant here.
( music playing )
Donut, you think this look right?
Why you knock 'em down?
So the police won't scope me so easy.
But now all they gotta do is be like,
"Yeah. Go over there and just grab that little nigga with the braids."
Damn, boy. You later than a motherfucker.
Been sitting out here watching money walk away.
You about to have the day off.
Package was stole, Nay.
What? Out the back of your basement?
They kicked my motherfuckin' door in. That's how they do.
Well, look, how the police know
where you even be keepin' your stash at?
Some snitch-ass bitch, that's how they know.
I'm gonna find his ass, too.
All right, man, I'm out.
I never did understand why you stopped eating the pig.
I ain't been in a Polock Johnny's since 1974.
And if you knew what was good for you--
Look, I know what's good.
I remember when you did, too.
I never saw you going all Muslim on me.
Ain't that, but I do believe that other faiths
have got the pig figured better than us A.M.Es.
See that?
If you checking out, I might feel the need to say a few words.
No, I ain't got nothing to do with that.
I love my PJs, but they do repeat on me.
As memory serves, you got to go with the original sauce,
- not the kraut and chili like you do. - No.
My pain ain't about no sauerkraut.
The Puzzle Palace is ready to clip any program
ain't tied to the statewide test.
And the thing is, we just starting to make a little headway in what we're doing.
You take it upstairs?
Yeah, me and the professor went all the way to go see the school superintendent.
- And? - You read the papers?
They're a little busy ducking that budget mess.
$50 million in the hole and they're scared
to take any more problems to the new mayor.
- Is your thing a problem? - Depends on how you look at it.
A cover-your-ass type of person might say
we're just tracking any students that can't hack in the regular classes,
giving them work that don't show up on no statewide test.
City Hall says it's okay, they keep our program.
If not, we on the street.
Odell Watkins.
I was hoping you'd say that name.
Yeah, he got Carcetti's ear.
If we sell him, maybe we sell the hall.
( bells jingling )
( whinnies )
( neighs )
Stalk that nigga, man, that stole yo' shit.
- Yeah. - Soon as he nod out,
bust 'em in the head with a brick or some shit.
Nah, nah. That ain't me.
You can always give 'em a hotshot, then.
Y'all recall Junior Bunk?
Cutting his shit with, uh, what you call it?
Stole it from the funeral home.
Oh, you thinking formaldehyde.
That's the shit.
Nigga's got a taste of that shit,
university started a 'Junior Bunk' ward.
My cousin laid his ignorant ass up there two, three times.
Ain't no guarantee in that, though.
Use some rat poison, then.
No, man, that stuff don't cook up right.
What you need to use is that sodium cyanide.
That shit looks and cooks just like the real thing.
- Where I find that? - Try, uh, Minter's over there by the tracks.
Or one of those metal shops where they do plating.
- How much I need? - It ain't gonna take much.
A vial of that shit'd kill every horse in this stable.
That's all there is to it?
It ain't no thing to kill a nigga
who's already about the business of killing himself.
And the police, they ain't gonna pay no never mind.
You the one's got to live with it is all.
More young males than I'd of thought.
I don't suppose they all went off in search of adventure.
You get a chance to do any street work on these files?
Shit, no, Lester.
They cut missing persons to one detective five years ago.
I barely keep up with the paperwork.
Feel free.
Just make copies and return the originals for the files.
For the files... right.
Damn, son.
Kenard said the police took it?
He said they kicked his door in.
And they ain't lock no one up?
Yo, you see that door?
Were the hinges broke?
I mean, he said they put the boot to it,
them hinges gotta be hangin' free.
I sweated him, yo.
He wasn't trying to scheme me.
That little motherfucker took that shit for himself.
Bet it.
And now you gotta step to him.
Put something real behind them words.
Where your Spanish boy at?
He's down on point with Cheese while I round up soldiers.
You got soldiers right here.
Your 2255 must've pleased some judge, huh?
Enough to get me home, didn't it?
I'm just sayin', Butch, I know they soldiers,
but I'm thinkin' about being a little more subtle on this one.
You feel me? So they don't see me coming.
It ain't like you to work with strangers.
I'm celebrating diversity.
I'm thinking now the time to start doing that.
( door opens )
Oh. What up, shorty?
What's up, baby?
- Mm, mm. Mm. - Damn, girl, you looking good.
- I'm maintaining. - Shit, I know that's right.
- You doing all right? - Yeah.
( sighs ) Long time, long time.
I got your word.
Some real money to be made on this one, huh?
You remember how to do this?
I reckon it'll come back to me.
See that's what I'm talking about, Butch.
- Subtle. - Hmm.
Glasses first so they don't spot.
Yes, ma'am.
( knocks on door )
- Hello. - Mr. Prezbo.
- Come in, please. - Oh, that's okay.
I just wanted to stop by on my way home
and drop off Randy's work for next week.
Hopefully this thing will be over soon.
Maybe so, but we're looking at
the possibility of moving him to Booker T. Washington next semester.
- I hope that isn't necessary. - I hope so, too.
Anyway, thanks for bringing this.
I'll try to keep him up to speed.
- Hang in there, kiddo. - Thanks.
( chatter on radio )
( "Silent Night" playing )
Long conference call.
About an hour so far by my watch.
Got me out here riding the wood.
Unfortunately, the governor's phone call
has gone longer than anticipated.
Can I get you anything? Coffee?
Look, I have other appointments.
It shouldn't be much longer.
Check out Fisher's column in "Metro."
He says, the governor thinks, quote,
"This latest fiscal emergency
calls into question
the Baltimore school system's ability to manage itself
as well as the local oversight of the system,"
- unquote. - Motherfucker.
He's playing to the D.C. Suburbs.
He sees you coming for him two years from now.
He ain't no fool.
There's all your electronic requisitions right there.
Mm-hmm.
What's that, a cop?
Nah, security guard.
I don't think he's one of Marlo's, though.
( door slams )
Lieutenant.
Will someone explain to me what the fuck the brass is doing?
First I get bounced to telephone reporting,
then I get a call this morning...
- How's that beach house coming, huh? - It's almost done.
- I just need a load of lumber-- - That's great, just great.
Welcome. Welcome back.
Who the fuck is that?
That's Sergeant Hauk.
He's one of the most effective supervisors
in our police department.
Sorry.
It's just taking a little longer than we expected.
It shouldn't be much longer, though.
I understand what you're saying.
Some of those kids are ready for high school, but not Duquan.
- I've-- - Adopted him?
I've noticed Duquan this semester.
He's more nourished, wears fresher clothes.
Sometimes he even smells like soap.
You and your wife...
you don't have children, do you?
- Not yet, no. - Well, have some.
For better, for worse, they're yours for life.
The kids in this school aren't yours.
You do your piece with them and you let them go.
Because there'll be plenty more coming up behind Duquan
and they're gonna need your help, too.
You've got your third period in five minutes, right?
( chatter )
Settle down. Settle down.
We need to concentrate on these tests.
- Ah, fuck this, man. - Talking 'bout,
"If Jane's father gives Jane one week's worth of allowance."
Shit, I ain't got no allowance where I stay at.
Father, neither.
How many sides a sexagon got? Why I care about that?
You need to take the test so you can move on to the next level.
- I ain't moving nowhere but out this motherfucker. - Dawson: Hell, yeah.
Miss Duquette: All right, all right. Let's settle down.
Let's start with question number one.
- ( chatter continues ) - Settle down!
( chatter )
All right. All right, listen up.
Here's the problem.
Two couples go into a restaurant. They get the check--
- Yo, when they say couples, do it mean they married? - Why they got to be married?
Mr. Prezbo, why you even get married?
Well, to build a life together for one.
You know, family.
Also to have intimacy.
- What do that mean? - Mean, like, getting some.
- ( class laughs ) - No, no. It's not just that.
Intimacy can be, um, a quiet conversation.
Or it can fun, you know? Like when you tickle your partner.
- Yo, tickle my nuts. - ( class laughing )
All right, all right, no more of that.
- Come on, let's get to the test material. - ( class groans )
The statewide exam is next week
and then we'll get back to the regular lessons.
Can we talk about intimacy?
If you like and if I don't get too embarrassed.
( laughing )
All right, uh... so the grand total on the check
is $67.40, but if they want to leave a tip--
- ( chatter ) - Look at your sample test, please.
I got to say, Miss Duquette, it felt like y'all schemed us.
This class is the same as the ones down the hall.
Yeah, it's 'cause the test coming up.
Okay, class, let's take a look at the sample math test.
In sample A, we start with...
Kid's right. This is bullshit.
The test material doesn't exactly speak to their world.
Yeah, don't speak too loud to mine, either.
An estimate, Detective.
We start opening those houses,
we might turn over a couple of dozen bodies.
But that's just me guessing.
All of them homicides?
The boy took over half the west side.
We never saw the violence.
This right here is the reason why.
You're asking us to call out half of public works and pull the plywood off
thousands of vacant houses
all so we can raise the city's murder rate by 10%?
What else are we doing on Stanfield?
I'm trying to get back up on his people's cell phones as fast as I can.
And I started to look for his money.
But if I'm right about this, they have to be worked.
Is there any evidence at all that links
all these missing persons reports to the Stanfield organization?
I'm just starting at that.
The one body that we pulled out of the Fulton Avenue house is Lex.
His case is a direct tie.
And there are two other names on those missing persons reports
that show up in our wire taps from earlier this year.
So, yes, there are links, Counselor.
By any chance did Landsman run this up the chain to you guys?
- No. - ( sighs )
Your call.
My office won't care until they see case files.
I'll run it upstairs
and we'll see what comes.
- ( "We Wish You A Merry Christmas" playing ) - ( humming )
Okay, I get it.
He's still tied up,
but it really should only be a little while longer.
Can you tell the governor I have to go back to Baltimore.
I have a little bit of business today.
I'm the mayor of a major American city for Christ's sakes.
How much shit do I have to eat from this guy?
Wouldn't you play the politics if you were him?
It's not like the state had no roll in this thing.
You know, the state money for those schools had no oversight either.
But I'm not telling the Washington fucking Post,
talking about how he might be forced
to bail me out because-- what was the quote again?
Because "Those are my children in Baltimore, too."
He's gonna bleed me for that money.
Mayor Carcetti?
The governor's office says he's ready to see you now.
$54 million's a big number.
( humming )
( horn honks )
( coughs )
Did I do something wrong?
I ain't acted up or nothing.
You're ready for this.
You can do the work.
I know you can.
And if you need to come back here
and use the showers or give me laundry,
use the computer, you can do that any time.
Anyway, let me show you.
- This here the way to the hard drive. - ( mouse clicking )
This isn't necessary, Duquan.
Just in case I'm busy, Mr. P.
So you know how to work it.
- Hey, boy. - What's up?
Big day for you. See here?
I got the inventory divided between us.
You gonna go up one way towards North Avenue
and I'm gonna stay down by the highway.
You gonna let me handle the money alone?
- You ready, ain't you? - Yeah, I'm good.
All right. Let's get on it.
- I see you back here tonight. - All right.
Hey, hey. You see that foul motherfucker, you let him have his money, okay?
- I don't need you messing with him. - All right.
All right.
Make sure that count's right!
Yo, I need to talk to the little motherfucker.
Maybe you can do that with me.
See it don't get out of hand.
Hey! Yo, Mike!
Yo, what up, Duke?
Yeah, I heard Randy's foster ma gonna take him out of Tilghman, too.
Send him somewhere else.
That's messed up, man.
All right, holla, man.
How many?
As a theory,
Detective Freamon believes there could be additional bodies in those vacants.
- Maybe a dozen or more. - He believes?
Lester Freamon is not in the habit of selling woof tickets.
I, for one, would not bet against him.
And what do you suggest I do with this information?
My feeling is...
that City Hall should be brought into the loop.
We pull the bodies now before new years,
and the stats go to Royce's last year in office.
Matter of fact, it gives Carcetti an advantage
with regards to next year's crime rate.
- You mean-- - Tell the mayor
that now is the time to empty those houses.
Not next year, when it's on his watch
and he has to eat the stats.
Colonel, I see you've thought this through.
Politically, I mean.
I'm learning as I go.
I bet you fuckin' are.
Colonel, keep this conversation close.
That's a direct order.
You seen those girls at Douglass, man?
Yo, you right, Duke.
Ain't gonna be like middle school no more.
You know, I'm just thinking, yo.
Dag, man, not again.
( sighs )
Where your people at now?
Need any of your stuff from the pile?
It ain't no thing.
Yo, man, listen.
Me and Bug got our own spot now,
so you could come crib with us if you want.
What you mean Kenard took the stash?
And he's still walking around?
I'm gonna talk to him, Ma.
Make sure this never happen again.
Look at me, boy.
Kenard got to feel some pain for what he did.
- He got to. - I don't--
You don't what, motherfucker?
This how you pay me back for all the love I showed?
Shit, I been kept you in Nikes since you were in diapers.
- I'm trying. - You trying, huh?
That's what you gonna tell your father
the next time you see him, that you trying?
Or you gonna tell him what you've done?
What he done got him locked up.
That's right.
Wee-Bey walked in Jessup a man
and he gonna walk out one.
But you out here, wearing his name, acting a bitch.
Oh, look at you, crying now.
Fuck you think you going?
Get your ass back here.
I ain't done talking to you.
( sirens blaring )
I mean, I'm police, right?
Murder police and I got bodies.
I'm just supposed to let them layin' lie?
"We don't throw red up on that board voluntarily."
That John-Goodman-off-his- diet-looking motherfucker was clear on that.
So go over Landsman's head.
Mm, Jimmy, that's you.
Send an anonymous fax,
but see, Lester here don't fancy boats.
And me? I get sick just filling the bathtub.
It's just wrong.
Yeah, just like when I seen J.Lo
with that little itty bitty Spanish dude.
Genius. He hid his mausoleum right in the neighborhood.
How little Pedro gonna fill that big thing up?
Oh, man, that girl got a prime cut of ass, boy.
- And a good heart. - A good inverted heart.
This nail's like their signature.
Find it in any door in the west side,
and right as rain, you're gonna find a body.
Yes, sir.
I'm proud to be chasing Mr. Marlo Stanfield.
Man, you act like you on the trail of Pol Pot or some shit.
- Who? - Motherfucker,
I got $10 says we can leave here right now,
go to any boarded up row house
with a nail like that in the door,
and we will find a body.
- Make it 20. - There you go.
Well, but first let's have another little taste.
- Jimmy, you in? - I'm good.
Oh, come on, man.
Take that skirt off and have a drink for Christ's sake.
- Drink that. - Ah!
Jimmy, don't play like that.
Aww.
Man: Icicles, get 'em before they melt!
Icicles!
Icicles.
Icicles!
- Hey, yo, Kenard. Why you lie to me? - Fuck you talkin' about?
You said the police kicked your door in.
I seen the door. They ain't kicked shit in.
- How you gonna lie? - Go on, man.
- Yo, where the package at, man? - Package up my ass, gump.
- Yo, I'm 'bout-- - You about to.
Go on, walk. Gump-ass motherfucker.
( grunting )
Man: Hey, yo! Look at that little dude getting his ass beat!
( man laughing )
- Man... - Michael: Y'all was talking too goddamn much.
Go ahead, Nay.
Get your pack off this bitch so we can go.
I ain't want it.
Freamon: I'll take that 20 now, Bunk.
Bunk: I can't see shit in here.
Ah, man.
I might pull out my wallet, reach in,
and pull out a $25 by mistake.
I need me some braille bills, something.
( dog barking )
Hmm.
You ladies want to call the crime lab?
Nah, man.
I'm like, Stevie: "Too High."
You know I can't do no scene.
Well, there's not gonna be one,
on account of there is no body.
Not until the bosses say there is.
And when that happens, you gonna miss all the fun, junior.
You know Daniels is gonna keep this alive.
The white shirts will fuck it up somehow.
You know it, Lester.
Maybe not this time.
- Daniels is C.I.D. It's a new day downtown. - I got it.
Whew, world is on its hole
when Jimmy McNulty is the most qualified to drive.
Yeah, up is down, black is white...
- left is right. - ( engine starts )
What we got here, huh?
All right.
( chuckles )
- Quiet overnight. - Cool.
Relief will be here for you after roll call.
( knocking on door )
It's Sergeant Carver.
How you doing, dawg?
Quiet overnight.
You going to school this morning?
We're gonna wait a little longer on that to be sure,
but I can't say I'm comfortable going to work every day and leaving him here.
Blow over in a week or so, you'll see.
Till then, we still have a car on the house
and you have my cell number if anything comes up.
We're gonna look out for you on this.
- Have you had breakfast, Sergeant? - No, but I gotta--
You have time for a plate, I'm sure.
Sure.
Yo, I just dreamt something gave me an idea today.
( yawning ) Hey, Sherrod.
You remember when we turned--
knocked down light pole at the scales?
Pulled $80?
I been thinking we can get to topplin' a couple
of those bad boys ourselves,
get all Paul Bunyan and shit, you know?
I mean, we'll be all discreet and all.
Not take the hacksaw to no more than a couple
on some quiet streets.
Leave more than enough for some people to have light and all.
Thing is, I got this other thing
I still need to take care of today.
Come on, Sherrod. Wake up.
( laughs ) It's late.
( coughing )
No, no, no! What you do? What you do?
Aw, man. Come on, Sherrod.
Come on, man. Come on. Come on.
You weren't supposed to do this, man!
( sobbing )
Oh, man!
- No phones? - Not a one.
And the players that were using them before--
Chris, Monk, Ray-Ray--
they were out there on those corners.
Now, I would have seen if someone went to a burner.
Goddamn it.
If we just stayed up on the wire two months ago,
we wouldn't be going through this...
Can I help you?
Which one of you is Sergeant Hauk?
I am.
I'm Shea. This is Thomas, I.I.D.
Let me ask if you remember pulling a surveillance camera from I.S.D.
Serial number AW466J9.
You remember that?
Thomas: We also need to go over your paperwork
on a couple of informants,
so if you don't mind coming back downtown with us,
you and...
Detective Sydnor and the third guy--
what's his name? Dozerman.
You don't need Sydnor or Doze, either.
Paperwork's all mine on the camera,
on the informants, me alone.
- Bodies? How many? - Could be quite a few.
We won't know until we take down those doors.
And this is one drug organization you think did this?
That's the theory, but nothing's certain at this point.
What is certain is that if we're going to do this,
you probably want us to do it now before the new year,
while the bump in the murder rate
is still attributable to Mayor Royce.
Thoughtful, Deputy, very thoughtful.
I don't want anymore stat games from your department.
You need to get your people into those houses because if there are bodies in there,
they need to come out.
But do it now.
I don't want to be finding anymore bodies come January.
Yes, sir, Mr. Mayor, sir.
( chatter )
( bell ringing )
( cell phones ringing )
Choice comes down to this. We take the state money,
and instead of being fucked up and broke,
our schools go back to being merely fucked up.
No teacher layoffs, no program cuts, no school closures.
But the price the governor's asking
is more state control over the school board
and changes in the teachers' union contracts
that would allow them to remove tenured faculty for cause.
- Ouch. - We don't take the money,
it looks like we're shorting our own kids.
We take the money, we're giving up local control of education,
which is gonna lose us a lot of middle class black folks.
Not to mention the problem you might have two years from now
running in the D.C. suburbs explaining how you needed their money
to bail out your schools.
- He sees you coming, Tommy. - That's not important right now.
Take the money. We need it.
Yeah.
Don't look at me. If you take it,
you're selling out the teachers and that's my base.
If you don't take it, you're selling out the kids.
Either way, I'll probably rip you and half the council will, too.
Just glad I'm not the mayor.
You called?
Word down the chain. Open 'em up.
And it's my guess, this case is gonna need more manpower.
Yeah, no doubt.
In fact, I might have lost Herc to an I.I.D. file.
Really? I went light on him for that car stop.
I didn't even think it would get to a trial board.
This feels like a bigger jacket.
Pick any two you want from C.I.D. for now.
If you get back up on a wire, we'll detail a few more.
Beautiful.
( laughs ) I don't know what you're talking about,
but she was hot.
I'm going back on Friday right after work.
Hold on.
What the fuck are you staring at?
How are you liking homicide?
Loving it. Why?
Anyway.
It's on the way, boss.
( music playing )
( cell phone ringing )
It's Joe and his message, but we already know what it is.
( ringing continues )
( indistinctive shouting )
All right, girl. Keep it close.
- Get a job! - All right, 'naldo, call your 'migos
- and tell 'em it's on. - ( engine starts )
Man: That's right.
Yep. That's it. One, come on.
Let me see that foot move.
That's it. One, one.
That's right.
What's going on, Mike?
Man, yo, I feel like I could just pancake
a young'un right now, you know what I mean?
What about you, Duke? Want some go?
No, I'ma work this rope.
Yeah, you working it. Like a gump.
They pull around back, we're gonna come at 'em from both ways, feel me?
( laughing )
Whew.
Hey, yo, call your friends. Tell 'em where we at.
- Yo, let me get that rope. - I said I'm workin' it.
Man, I said you's a gump.
Fucking dog shit and smelling-ass nigga.
Man: Hey. Hey! Hey!
Man, fuck this.
Yeah! Go home! Get!
Nobody want you in here no way!
Man: You see what happened?
That be it.
( honks )
Hey, Daddy.
Let me get a 10, Daddy. Let me get a 10. I need a 10.
Get the fuck out of here now.
- Come on. I'll suck your dick for 15. - Trick-ass bitch, I said get.
Don't you want to see my stuff?
Nah, ain't nobody want to see that stink box.
- Get your ass gone. - Come on, let me get a 10, player.
What the fuck is this, the Inner Harbor?
Yo, what the fuck y'all think you doing?
Move the van out the way.
Oh, you gonna like what I got, soldier.
( whistles )
See? We paint. We paint.
- ( laughing ) - Oh... okay.
Which one of y'all gonna open the truck for me?
( groaning )
Fucking amateurs. Yeah, yeah.
Drink it slow, son.
What am I gonna do?
I'll run you home.
I-- I can't go home.
She expects me to be my father, but...
I ain't him.
I mean, the way he is and shit...
it just ain't in me.
What's between you and Michael?
Mike ain't Mike no more.
He went hard on his boy last night.
Fucked his shit up.
I can't go home.
I can't.
Give us a minute.
Mad at myself, man.
I shouldn't have shut Michael out like I did.
Namond did push it.
He ain't pushin' nothin' now.
Reckon I'll go mend the fence.
This ain't no motel.
( knocks on door )
Deacon, how'd you get by my people?
You can't turn away church folk, ain't done in these parts.
You only come by for a favor, so what is it?
You know a fella named Bunny Colvin?
Yeah, that rogue police commander.
Tried to legalize drugs.
- What's he done now? - Woman: What did they say?
- Deacon: He can tell you best. - ( cell phone vibrating )
It's something positive, Odell.
- Has to do with kids. - Woman: Did you call your city councilman?
Bunny.
- Delegate Watkins. - What's this all about?
It's another bright idea.
You Michael Lee's mother?
He got papers on him or something?
I ain't no kind of police.
- I'm just looking to get up with him. - You ain't alone.
He booked on out of here, got his own spot.
- Took his little brother with him. - You know where he stay at?
He ain't tell me nothing. You find the boy,
you let him know I need some help around here.
I popped him and Bug out my ass and now they forgot where they came from.
What my ma say when you called?
- She was mad, right? - Not really.
His mother?
Lovely lady.
What she say?
Put that bitch in baby booking where he belongs.
Let him learn something.
She hung up before I could tell her we didn't have a charge.
- ( phone rings ) - Operator: Baltimore city 911.
Man: Yeah, they beatin' a cop over here on Pennsie and Gold.
- Police officer? - Yeah, they're beatin' on him bad.
- Pennsylvania and Gold? - Yo, they firing shots now.
( footsteps running )
( alarm blaring )
Man on radio: Signal 13, report of shots fired,
Pennsylvania and Gold.
- Signal 13... - ( siren blaring )
They cleaned the motherfucker out, Joe.
Put it in the van them Mexican niggas rolled in.
I ain't hearing about no resistance.
Man, wasn't no time for that.
Omar had one of them commando squads with him, man.
I mean, he had this one ho pulling guns out her pussy, Unc.
The shit was unseemly, man.
I got to hand it to Mr. Little.
I ain't see this one coming.
They took the shipment, Joe.
Not no package, man, the motherfucking shipment.
Man, what we gonna tell the co-op?
Hey, where you think my mind at right now?
All I know, it's a lot of gangsters out a lot of shit, man.
I say we mob up and go find this faggot, see?
That's what's really hood right there. That's how you deal with shit.
A lotta gangsters in that room need to take us at our word first.
Yeah, first thing they gonna wonder about...
is us.
You need to see my man. I'll hook you up.
Who is this motherfucker?
Let me get a word with you, Mike.
Listen, you got to understand
I can't be having no physical confrontation
like the one took place back there.
That kind of thing got to stay outside my gym.
Yeah. Go ahead, Montel.
I come to tell you I was wrong,
the way I handled it.
Step off, nigga.
- Mike... - Don't touch me, man.
Look, man, this here ain't you.
Man don't want you touching on him.
Mike.
I told you, step the fuck off.
Young man, if I was talking to you, you'd know I was.
Shit! ( grunting )
Tell him to listen next time.
Go ahead, man. Do him.
Nah, man.
( grunting )
( coughing )
I'll hang here for the ambo, all right?
( speaking native language )
Go with your people.
Go ahead, son.
- ( machine beeping ) - ( elevator dings )
( P.A. beeps )
Woman on P.A.: Dr. Johnson, please call neuro-ICU.
Dr. Johnson, please call neuro-ICU.
I'm sorry, son.
I'm gonna talk to social services.
We'll get you some help.
Randy...
( P.A. beeps )
Would the on-call please return to neuro-ICU.
On-call, please return to neuro-ICU.
You gonna help, huh?
You gonna look out for me?
You gonna look out for me, Sergeant Carver?
You mean it?
You gonna look out for me?
You promise? You got my back, huh?
( theme music playing )