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WAYE news time, 8:05.

It's gonna be partly cloudy, breezy
and warm today with highs around 80.

Right now in Baltimore, sunny skies.

And here's one of my morning favorites.

I know this might sound strange

Yo, Ott. Santo Rey's late, uh?

Squall last night off of Hampton Roads.

You on the Santo Rey too?

76-72 KGA.

KGA, go ahead, 76-72.

Notify Homicide and the OCME.
We got a floater at Patapsco Terminal.

Copy that.

When you walk through the garden

You gotta watch your back

Well, I beg your pardon

Walk the straight and narrow track

If you walk with Jesus

He's gonna save your soul

You gotta keep the devil

Way down in the hole

He's got the fire and the fury

At his command

Well, you don't have to worry

If you hold on to Jesus' hand

We'll all be safe from Satan

When the thunder rolls

We just gotta keep the devil

Way down in the hole

Down in the hole

Down in the hole

You gotta help me keep the devil

Down in the hole

Nothing at Vondopoulos' house?

He's not going back.

He's dumped his Benz and our GPS device
in a downtown garage.

He's off the cell phones.

And there's no text messaging in Greek either.

The raids, the follow,
one or both sent him underground.

This guy.

Steven Rados. What's he?

He rented the hotel room for the meet with
Vondopoulos but checked out right after.

Fitzhugh's running him
through every database.

Nothing but a driver's license in DC.

Lester. Homicide for you, line two.

Maybe Sobotka knows him.

When Sobotka comes in today,
maybe he gives us a line on every last Greek.

Freamon here.

Thirteen or so coming across
the fax from VICAP.

All of them John Does. That's just headless
and handless in the mid-Atlantic region.

Go nationwide, you'll be up over four dozen.

- Fuck me.
- What can I tell you, kiddo?

We are policing a culture in moral decline.
So, you want to come get these?

Or should I run them over to Southeast?

- Run them over to Southeast.
- OK.

- Have a seat.
- I can't.

Gotta get back out there,
take care of business.

Just wanted to make sure
they were treating you right.

Making the most of it.
I'm catching up on my reading, at least.

I just want to let you know
that we got your back.

You know, whoever did this, we'll find them.

We got you, you understand?

I appreciate the offer
but that won't be necessary.

Inform Mr. Barksdale that any obligation

he feels he might have
with regards to this incident,

it's absolved, along with our agreement.

- All I'm saying is...
- I understand what you're saying.

What I am saying to you is

I will take care of them myself.

Them?

Who came at you?

Thank you for your concern.

Easy, Nick.

Easy.

I'm gonna kill them.

Fucking Greek bastards.

Get out of my fucking way!

Get off of me! Fuck all of you!

He was there for all of you
and now you're nowhere for him.

What the fuck you gonna do?
Get a gun? Go play gangster?

Like your fucking cousin?

Let's go.

What was she firing?

Dirty Bomb, with a red-top chaser.

Damn. The bomb is the bomb.

Opportunity knocking. Keep a lookout.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

- Motherfucker!
- What are you doing?

Agh!

He just boosted the whole fucking truck.

Good looking out, Johnny.

At least I remembered to call.

Stabbed repeatedly.

Torso, abdomen
and they cut his throat to be sure.

Single-edge blade. He fought, too.

- Defense wounds on both hands.
- Ligature on both legs.

Weighed him down with something
but it slipped off in the drink.

One, two, three.

Fuck it.
This Sobotka kid knows there's a warrant.

He either turns himself in or not.
Who gives a fuck?

Either we get to him and roll him, or he
comes into the district with a lawyer.

He comes in with a lawyer, he's less
likely to go for something in the box.

You sound like McNulty now.

We stay with these guys on their cases,
we ain't never gonna get no respect.

You know this.

I figure when the detail's over,
I go back to straight narcotics.

Try to get over to Dawson's shift,
find a new rabbi.

What about you?

Don't know.

I mean, you gotta admit,
Daniels has been OK for us.

I mean, he's there for his troops.

Daniels.

- You gotta be shitting me.
- I just came from the crime scene.

He was a cooperator, offering up the drug
and prostitution ring he smuggled for.

He lays down with gangsters,
gets up with his throat cut.

Almost feel sorry for the son of a bitch.

You, uh... You were right about Sobotka.

Case had enough legs on it
that I got Burrell committed

to keeping my crew together
as a major case squad working out of CID.

If you are gonna charge him...

- I'm gonna charge his narrow ass.
- You're gonna do your son-in-law?

You don't think I didn't tell her
not to marry that brain-dead son of a bitch?

I'll tell you the truth, Major.
Everyone who saw the punch wrote on it.

And they've all got Prez
throwing the punch, no question.

But they've also got you addressing
a subordinate officer as a...

What was it? A shitbird?

Fuck you.

This is the Baltimore Police Department,
not the Roland Park Ladies' Tea.

I'm just saying, the other detectives...

the FBI agents,
they gotta write it the way it happened.

I mean, I could probably get my own people
to cheat it for you, but the FBI...

You know how tight-assed they are.

Roland Pryzbylewski rides
the Southeastern desk

on midnight shift for two months.

During which time
he writes a personal letter of apology

to everyone seen that punch throwed.

In which he makes it absolutely clear
that it was a penny-cheap sucker punch

that would've got his ass kicked in
by a real police,

except for the fact that I have
my daughter's feelings to consider.

Then he can come up here
and say the same to my face.

And after that, if he wants
to piss his career away in your unit,

I could give a hairy-ass fuck.

Lieutenant.

Rod, that shit goes into a supplemental.

- You don't put witnesses on a face sheet.
- Officer.

You got something for Freamon?
Homicide sent it over.

Officer, my son wants
to turn himself in on a warrant.

Everybody talks, nobody listens.

Mike, that asshole calls back,
I'm in the shitter.

- Now what can I do for you, gents?
- You got a warrant on me for drugs.

- I'm turning myself in.
- A Southeastern warrant?

He's surrendering.
He's gonna cooperate in any way he can.

- What name am I looking for?
- Sobotka. Nicholas Sobotka.

Morphine? From a city ambo?

You should be ashamed
to be calling me on this one, Bubs.

- The body came up.
- I saw, on the television.

We weighted him down pretty damn good
but the water just coughed him back up.

Bad luck, that's all.

Sergei would've done better, I admit.

Niko, the nephew. By now he knows.

Our people wait for him but so do the police.

I am thinking...

there's nothing to be done at this point.

What he says, he says.

He knows my name.

But my name is not my name.

And you?

To them, you're only the Greek.

And, of course, I'm not even Greek.

So we go.

But there's a little business to do first.

There's a shipment on the docks this week.

- 150 kilograms.
- And no one to pick it up.

Not just Sergei. I miss Frank, too.

We can't disappear the can
but maybe we send someone.

Bring it off the docks, legitimate.

Everywhere we go these days,
we seem to be walking into police.

This is telling us something.

You're going to leave 15 million dolaria
to rot on the pier?

Lambs go to slaughter. A man,
he learns when to walk away. No, we go.

Call the others in.

Let them know there is no longer any point.

Dmitri.

We don't wait?

Our friends are still there, no?

- Still here.
- Then go.

Sobotka was a cooperator?

We had discussions with him yesterday.

He agreed to post today
with a lawyer but instead...

So what's left of the case?

We pulled in everyone caught up in
the wiretaps, save for a couple bodies.

We left the man we think is the number two
for the operation on the street,

hoping he'd lead us to number one.

We have people on him?

He's out of pocket at the moment.

Last seen leaving a downtown hotel
but we expect he'll resurface.

And the union people?

With Sobotka dead, the case now
is limited to a subordinate or two

but the important thing for us is the union.

Either they jettison their current leadership,

or we have enough
to get that local decertified.

Leaving only me and my 14 bodies.

When do we get to that bit of business?

Lieutenant Daniels? Line two.
Detective Freamon insisted I put him through.

In all likelihood,
Frank Sobotka was going to speak to that.

Now we're a step back, sorry to say.

- Sobotka came in.
- The nephew?

Yeah, he flipped.

Come on, Bubs.
You gotta do better if you wanna walk on this.

- How about some murders?
- How about 'em?

They're not killing people in West Baltimore?

Except for that mess
with that young boy who got hit

with the stray through the window,
ain't been nothing.

- How about that?
- I got nothing on that.

It's just two crews beefing over a corner.

You know what, Bubs? You going to jail.

How you gonna talk about going to jail?

You hearing this, Johnny?

Like we ain't got history in this room.
Like we ain't friends.

When you was up in that hospital,
all I did was worry.

"What about Kima? What's up with my girl?"

I'm just happy. I'm happy to see
that you're up in the mix, you know,

and you talking about jail and shit.

That's too cold, girl, damn.

Yo. Remember that Eastsider
got shot in the high-rises, right?

You remember that shit, right?
You were right fuckin' there, Bubbles.

That wasn't shit.
Boy got hit with a rat shot, that all.

- Who you talking about?
- Boy named Cheese.

Him and the other Eastsiders
moved into the Terrace,

took over towers from Stringer Bell's boys.

Then some crazy-ass bow-tie nigger
came in and chased his ass home.

- And what happened?
- Mr. Bow Tie, he ran them off.

He told them Eastsider fools,
"Them towers belong to Avon."

But then he ain't come back no more.

Now them Eastsiders are back,
steady slinging.

I mean, it ain't like a war or nothing.

It's like Stringer Bell and them are sharing.

Sharing?

You guys are on all of it, huh?

You have a public defender
sitting next to you, Mr. Sobotka.

If there's anything you don't understand...

They killed my uncle.
I don't need to talk to no one but you people.

How do you know they did it?

I...

I... I told...

Spiros calls me
after everybody's getting arrested, right?

Tells me he wants us
to keep our mouths shut,

but Uncle Frank, he says he ain't gonna.

Says he's gonna go talk to the police.

Spiros says that if we keep quiet,
they can help my cousin, Zig, you know?

And now Spiros is saying that...

I don't know, the kid, the one that didn't die,

the one that got shot, he's gonna say that...
that the gun wasn't Zig's.

That Glekas pulled the gun
and it wasn't really Zig's fault.

So your uncle went to meet them
and talk about that?

Under the Key Bridge.

I seen his car was still there this morning.

I seen that, I fucking knew.

If they killed your uncle to shut him up,
they probably...

Wanna kill me, too?

Shit.

I was gonna go down with him to the bridge.

I was gonna go down there with him.

He wouldn't...

You were involved in the smuggling?

We didn't know about the girls.

Them girls that got found?
We didn't know there were girls in there.

- You thought it was drugs?
- Drugs, stolen shit, whatever.

We got paid by the can
to creep shit off the docks. That's all.

That and selling the drugs
you got from the Greek too, right?

That's your cousin's signed statement.

He put himself in,
talked about buying the gun.

The bill of sale
from the pawnshop is in there too.

It wouldn't have mattered if the second
victim had backed up on his story.

Your cousin was locked in.

Your uncle was sitting yesterday
right where you're sitting now,

ready to give us everything if we made
the drug charges go away for you.

And maybe got your cousin
to a better lock-up than Eager Street.

As you can see, we're willing
to honor that deal,

even if it didn't happen for your uncle.

Spiros was the main guy.

He told me and Frank
which cans to disappear,

then when it came to me and the drugs,
he was the one that hooked that up too.

The Israeli, he was their drug guy.
I went through him for all my re-ups

until they passed me off
to White Mike McArdle.

You know Mike?

Guess you do.
Double G was in charge of stolen shit.

Anything we could lift from the docks
went straight to his store but he's dead,

so why am I wasting your time, right?

Her, I don't know.

My uncle... You know about him.

I don't know why you got Horse's picture
up there. Horse don't know shit.

- I'll testify to that.
- What about the Russian?

He drove for them.

Anything that had to come off the docks,
he was their guy.

But I also got the feeling
that if somebody had to get hurt,

he was going to be around for that too.

Why did you think that?

Sergei, he just carried it like that.

And also, after them girls died in the can,

they told me that whoever fucked that up,

they had already got to in Philly.

They said that
whoever did that to them girls was dead.

And how did they say it?

They just said...

I don't know, that, uh...

that the guy that you all was looking for...

he was a dead end.

- A dead end?
- Yeah.

In Philly, they said.

Who's the suit?

You sure?

We know that someone
is above your man Spiros.

Someone he was in communication with.

Yeah, the Greek.

Sure, I know who you mean.
I don't have a name or nothing.

The man in the suit, the man
with Vondopoulos in the photograph.

That's not the Greek?

That's the Greek right there.

That the guy?

He picked out an Eastsider, all right.

Cheese runs with Proposition Joe's mob.

Had a few corners off of Ashland, last I heard.

- What's the verdict?
- He did good for us.

- So I'm out the stat, huh?
- I owe you one, Sanny.

Oh, yeah.

- Both of them?
- Yeah, that one's his valet.

May I use your bathroom?

Fuck, no. Get outta here.

Bubs, one last question.

How's product in the Towers?

It was shit, now it's right.

Found this guy.
Federal court computer down in DC.

But not in a bad way.

He's a K Street lawyer down there.

- So the suit was only a suit?
- Uh-huh.

On the other hand, my friend,
this is from overseas.

A can on the Adriatica which docks
the day after tomorrow at Patapsco.

Fake manifest out of Le Havre.

You people got reach.

There's about $300,000
of man-hours we're holding here.

What's the plan for him?

You gotta call the US Attorney
about witness protection.

We're rounding up his girl and kid.

It's best we keep this as quiet as we can.
We already lost one cooperator.

It's for you.

Daniels.

Lieutenant, Fitzhugh's calling for WITSEC
and we're pulling in the girlfriend and kid.

OK, thanks.

FBI.

This is Special Agent Terrence Fitzhugh,
Baltimore field office.

- May I speak with Agent Koutris, please?
- Who?

Agent Koutris.

He's no longer with the San Diego field office.

Where's he at?

You could try headquarters
in Washington. Counterterrorism.

Counterterrorism? For how long?

I'd have to check but I'm sure
he's been gone from here more than a year.

Either he comes home
in the next five minutes, or I eat my gun.

I'm just saying, this is not the way me and you

learned how to do it in West Baltimore.

Not by a fucking long shot!

Either your son surrenders now,

or all the police will come
crashing through this door twice a day

for as long as it takes you people
to get the message.

You hear me? We will take this door
in the morning and at night,

and toss your house until there isn't

any furniture with four legs left, you hear me?

Officer, my son turned himself in
to the police last night.

At Southeastern.
A detective was there at the time.

- Detective?
- Motherfucker. Come on.

Don't use the phone.

There'll be an agent posted outside.
If you go anywhere, go with them.

What a dump.

You wanted us to get a place, right?

If they got to him in Philly,

then they probably dumped
the body in that area, right?

No use in dragging a headless torso
around further than you need.

Good God.

I bet you there's a police detective
somewhere else

looking at a table full of heads right now.

In that stuff that we took off the ship,
did we keep any photos?

Couple of pictures of one guy
that left his gear, yeah. They're at ECU.

You two should get on the road.
Get up there before the offices close.

Where y'all been at?

Butchie, something just ain't feel right.
The man didn't know what I was saying.

So I just eased off.

- You think Brother played me?
- No.

Y'all can't read lying eyes after all these years,

then I'd be talking to a dead man.

You saying Stringer told you

the Brother had something to do
with your boy Brandon?

Yeah.

Near as I know, Brother Mouzone
spend most of his time up north.

New York and Philly.

If Avon contracted him to get at you...

the Brother wouldn't have stopped coming
until you two were bumped.

It's my fault. I should've said no
to Prop Joe from the get-go.

Avon's father was plain evil
and the son ain't no better.

Neither is Stringer now we making a list.

I'm going hard after Stringer.

No point in trying to talk you back down,
I suppose.

You been my bank for how long
and ask me something like that?

How you gonna get at him?

I don't even know, Butch.

Take some time and think on it.

One thing for sure, though,
the man got to be got, you feel me?

What you see, Butch?

Too much, boy.

Too damn much.

A lot happened overnight.

Not to us.

- This isn't personal.
- Fucking-A right.

We're not people in this unit.
We're your goddamn pack mules.

"Sit on this house,
transport this mope, wait for that one."

That's part of the job.

The job had a little more rip-and-run to it,
the way I remember it.

These cases are more than that.

We're putting people in jail
with phone taps and typewriters.

So you're saying we ain't up to it.

I saw on the postings Major Colvin needs
a sergeant in the Western. Flex squad.

And the last time I checked, I had stripes.

Eastside, Westside.

Cats and dogs, sleeping together.

Shit.

I'm late for something.

You say you want everybody
that came on the port that day?

No, we're looking for anything
out of the ordinary. Probably at night.

Unusual. You should've said so.

- What you asked for before...
- That's what we...

You're right, sir, absolutely right.
Just see if there's anything like that.

Nope, all I got is usual.

Any way you could give us the name

of the security officer that was
on this pier that night?

What was that date again?

February 5th.

You had the Atlantic Light on that pier
from 6pm.

- That was Walt. Walt Stokes.
- Is he working tonight?

It's Tuesday. Walt's off on Tuesdays.

- What do you want Walt for?
- See if he can make any of these.

Wouldn't do much good.

Afraid Walt's not as up to speed
as the rest of us.

Hmm.

Mm-hm.

Seeing as you've come all this way, though,

you might want to have a look-see
at the videotapes.

$300 for a stroller?

I know, I know.
Cost more than your first car, right?

A hooptie, no doubt?

Ohhh, we are so gonna need one of these.

Look at this, Kima.

Blue's Clues juice box holder.

If the kid can't hold on to a little old box
without no help, we got problems.

OK, listen.

This baby is gonna come out of my belly
and need both of us forever.

You understand?

I mean, it may not be real for you yet.

But goddamn it, it's real for me.

Nick.

Nicky.

What's gonna happen, Nicky?

Nicky.

That can on the fifth wheel there.

By the plan, it's a hot box
but there's no one on a pick-up.

- Where's it from?
- Lee Harvey, France.

Fuck it, then. Dump her.

Lester, the drug talk coming
from Proposition Joe's people

before the warehouse phone came down.

Those were for steady re-ups, right?

We weren't up on that wire long,
but yeah, three weeks in a row.

How much?

Five or six La-Z-Boys at a clip, to start.

Last call to Eton's cell phone,
the re-up went to 12.

He doubles his re-up to 12 kilos?

That's her right there.

They ain't doing the dirt, though.

Team leader,
keep an eye on that can till we post.

Copy.

Sorry to hear about my boy Sergei.

Eton too.

You lost some good people.

There'll be some new faces soon.

A week or so. They'll find you.

Just as they'll find the others
that work with us.

A week?

I ain't got enough of your good shit
to last much past that.

You got anything to lay off before you leave?

The last shipment is lost.

Lost?

How you mean?

The police may be sitting on it.

You ain't sure?

There's more where that came from.

Always, there is more.

Ah.

All right, then.

I'm gonna let your new people find me.
Have a safe trip.

Where you say you off to again?

There's 12 in this, 15 in that.

And if the rest of them holds
this same pattern,

maybe 200 kilos of raw left on the pier.

The Greeks are definitely in the wind.

And we are in the dark.

You want us to take it to the Customs shed?

No, seal it up and sit on it.

If we're lucky,
someone will come calling in a day or so.

You that lucky?

If they didn't get onto us when they did,
this might've been a hell of a case.

It's on you.

Ambushed? In his own goddamn room?

Yeah, he gonna be all right, but he...

I don't give a fuck
about how he gonna be, man.

You put on out-of-town talent at a high price,

you expect them
to get the motherfucking job done.

He said that thing between us is...

How did he put it? Absolved.

Absolved? What the fuck do that mean?

Mouzone booked out,
we worse off than when he came.

If the word get out on the street that we weak,

how we supposed to maintain our shit?

I know but we gotta hit right back,
make a statement.

But Mouzone not saying who did this.

- You asked him who it was?
- Yeah.

- Why?
- Why what?

How you gonna ask a soldier like Mouzone
a question like that?

Either he gonna say,
or he gonna go and work it out.

Either way,
you ain't got to be asking him shit.

Man, every market-based business
runs in cycles

and we going through a down cycle.

String, this ain't about
your motherfucking business class either.

It ain't that part of it.

It's that other thing.

The street is the street. Always.

Man, we gonna get through
this bullshit anyway.

No doubt.
You need to hold tight till I get uptown.

That day gonna come but until then

we gotta do what we can do,
when we can do it.

Yeah, you need to go to Prop Joe.

I ain't gonna argue with you.

You run it as you see fit.

At least until I get home, you do.

No doubt.

Us, man.

Us.

- Oh. Tape is fucked up.
- It's multiplexed.

- Hmm?
- It's a way to save money.

Instead of one camera, one VCR,
it's ten cameras playing on one VCR tape.

- Can you make sense of it?
- Not a problem with this software.

- We just de-plex it.
- De-plex?

Let me show you the highlight reel.

- Is he flashing a badge?
- Looks like it.

That's something you don't see too often.
John Law in a Mercedes-Benz.

That could be our boy.

- Head still on.
- Whoa.

- Tell me we got cameras inside.
- Oh.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, my pants are wet. Yeah. C'mon, baby.

Oh. Yeah!

Re-up gonna be about a week or so late.

My people are having to readjust to some shit.

- A week?
- No later than that, they say.

How did it go with Avon today?

It's all good.

Our old friend.

What's the news?

Port cops are sitting on a can
that came off the Adriatica.

Word around the customs shed,
it's full of dope.

I mean about Frank.

- What's the district council saying?
- Gentlemen.

Mr. Pakusa, in light
of your pending indictment,

I would think you'd stay as far away
from this hall as possible.

Ain't y'all got someplace to go?

Just came to make it clear that if there's
not some cleaning up in here,

this local will be decertified.

Instead of your union
running out of this office,

it'll be a federal magistrate
down the courthouse deciding things.

Take the opportunity to elect new officers,

or the US Attorney will padlock the door.

And you'll be outside, looking in.

Assholes.

One man, one vote.

Did he have hands?
Did he have a face?

Yes? Then it wasn't us.

You don't think that had anything to do...

with this mope, huh?

You gotta do better than that, Lester.
This poor guy ain't got a face.

Did I mention the DNA matches?

This has nothing to do with me.

Is that the security guard?

Walt Stokes. A good man.

Keeps meticulous records.

Bunk, they tell me you can enhance
each frame to get a clear look.

Yeah? Show it to me.

I'll be damned. Maryland tags.

Juliet Lima Yankee...

545.

That comes back to a BWI rental.

I wonder who rented it.

This is aggravated murder and kidnapping.

In this state, it's a death penalty case.

I didn't kill him.

I was there but I didn't kill him.

Vondas did.

He cut his throat.

The shepherd was supposed
to watch over the women.

Instead, he used them to make money.

One of the women, she fought.
She was killed.

And this idiot...

kills the rest to make no witnesses.

He had to die.

You want a coffee? Soda?

Vodka.

Mm-mm.

Coffee.

Yeah.

Yeah.

They're down. All 14 of them.

Abated by the untimely death
of a known suspect.

Plus another clearance
on a John Doe case, just for laughs.

You, er...wanna tell Rawls?

Let him stew a while longer.

One thing, though, we should do right away.

Who's the man above Vondas?

The Greek.

What's his name?

You want a chance at anything
less than death row,

you're gonna tell me right now

whatever it is you know about
where those bastards might be.

A hotel...

at the harbor.

This one?

Mm-mm.

Another.

I can show you.

Go.

Shit!

- Clear!
- Clear.

Business or pleasure for you?

Business. Always business.

- What did you forget?
- Nothing important.

You come to the bar without me?

Kiss my black cat's sister's ass.

- What happened?
- Case hit the wall.

How so?

Sobotka nephew breaks for
the smuggling and drugs.

The Russian breaks for the murder
that fucking killed my girls.

But we were late
for Vondopoulos and the Greek.

- How late?
- They skipped.

We got flight warrants out but from
what the Sobotka kid says,

the guys collect passports.

We ain't even got a name
for the Greek yet, right?

What are we doing
with the drug end of the case?

I guess we could offer up Dixon
and Prop Joe to Narcotics.

See if they want to follow through
on their end.

I don't know. I wouldn't be so quick
to throw Joe back into the pond.

A major case squad could have some fun
with that mess, don't you think?

Lieutenant.

I never told you this.

In fact, if you tell anyone I ever told you this,

I'll finish my career
in fucking Montana or some shit.

Excuse me, sorry.

The leak wasn't your people.

When I called around
looking for info on your targets,

I used the FedCom software, you know?

I thought I was talking
to some fuck in San Diego.

The 9/11 boys in DC.

I'm guessing Vondopoulos
or the Greek was an asset to them.

You know, hooked up like that
or who knows what?

I'm sorry, Lieutenant.

World just keeps turning, right?

You guys move on to something new.

No one looks back.

It's on me this time.

Anyone?

Where are you going?

Work.

Frank, you cocksucker.

- I can take it from here.
- You sure?

No one fucks with us on our turf.

Hey.

Where the fuck else am I gonna go?
How's it looking?

One RO/RO at North Point.
Graybeard's grabbed that.

Nothing else today, really.

Seniority sucks.

If you ain't senior.

All right, man.

Feel Alright

I was born my papa's son

Wanderin' eye and a smokin' gun

Now some of you would live through me

Lock me up and throw away the key

Or just find a place to hide away

Hope that I'll just go away

Hah

I feel all right

I feel all right tonight

...three counts of conspiring to...

I feel all right

I feel all right tonight

I'll bring you precious contraband

And ancient tales from distant lands

Of conquerors and concubines
and conjurors from darker times

This is a great day for Baltimore.

Betrayal and conspiracy

Sacrilege and heresy

I feel all right

I feel all right tonight

I feel all right

I feel all right tonight

I got everything you want or need

Your darkest fear, your fondest dream

I ask you questions, tell you lies

Criticize and sympathize

Be careful what you wish for, friend

Because I've been to hell
and now I'm back again

I feel all right

I feel all right tonight

I got everything you want or need

Your darkest fear, your fondest dream

I ask you questions, tell you lies

Criticize and sympathize

Be careful what you wish for, friend

Because I've been to hell
and now I'm back again

I feel all right

Yeah, I feel all right tonight

Yeah, I feel all right

I feel all right tonight

And I feel all right

Feel all right