All language subtitles for Homicide life on the street S05E04 - Bad Medicine

Can't you hear the thunder,
someone stole my watch

I sold a quart of blood
and bought a half a pint of scotch

Some one tell those Chinamen
on Telegraph Canyon Road

When you're on the bill with the spoon
there ain't no time to unload

So bye-bye baby, baby bye-bye

Droopy stranger Ionely dreamer
toy puppy and the prado

We're laughin' as they piled
into Olmos' El Dorado

Jesus whispered
eeny meeny meeny miny mo

They're too proud to duck their heads
that's why they bring it down so low

So bye-bye baby, baby bye-bye...

Who's up?

Thank you.

Probable OD in the Eastern District.

- What else is new?
- That's 20 in three days.

All at once everyone in Baltimore
forgets how to shoot dope?

I had four OD runs yesterday.
That's four single-page reports

with dead people's names,
who won't appear on the Board.

I'm gettin' nostalgic for an old-fashioned
whodunit homicide.

OK, where is it?
Give it up for Dr Munch.

Come on, pal?

- What are you looking for?
- Fresh track marks.

Why? What's the difference?

If I find fresh track marks,
then I know it was an OD

and I can confidently walk away.

There you go.
The guy was a southpaw.

Worse thing could happen
is I assume it's an OD

and then the ME calls and says
it was a strangulation or a beating.

Then it's a murder where I didn't
hold the crime scene

or interview any witnesses.

My first partner in Homicide
taught me that. Stan the Man.

He never missed a trick.

My second partner was so thorough
it could make your teeth hurt.

My partners... gone, finished.
Stick a fork in 'em.

I lose partners faster
than any other cop.

And marriages? Three of them,
each one shorter than the last.

Three wives?

Maybe this guy
isn't as dumb as he looks.

It didn't end well for the guy,
but at least he knew where he stood.

Buenos dias.
Where you been?

- Why, what do you mean?
- I came lookin' for you last night.

- Didn't see your boat, didn't see you.
- That's cos I'm in a new marina.

- I got a new boat.
- Yeah?

Yeah, traded up
to an Ocean Sports Fisherman.

It's old but in mint condition.

I'll make some money on taking people
out in the bay to chase rockfish.

Hey, hey, hey, Mikey's livin' large.

- It's starting to look ugly.
- Why, what's up?

Gaffney's got a suit from Internal
in Gee's office.

- Someone's in the jackpot.
- It ain't me. I ain't done nothin'...

...lately.

Hey, where you going, Sarge?

Cavalier with a ping in it has gotta go
to the Fallsway garage.

- Well, let me do that.
- You wanna go? Fine by me.

Come on, let's go.

I'm... I'm off the street.

I know, for cases,
but this here is just a ride.

N-not to worry.
L-I have a very full day.

Er... another in a series
of trips to the hospital

for another in a series of check-ups,

followed by another trip
to the gun range to fire off...

...another box or two.

When is that firearms exam?

Tomorrow morning. You'd think I'd get
tested on something that matters.

Like typing 30 words a minute?

Kellerman, I'd like to see you
in my office, please.

What's this about?

A target letter
from the US Attorney's Office.

- We received it early this morning.
- A target letter?

You are under investigation
by a Federal Grand Jury

looking into corrupt practices
within the Department.

Corrupt practices? Is it about that crap
from when I was in Arson?

Before you say anything further,
let me advise you of your rights.

You cannot be compelled to give
any statement in this matter.

Detective O'Neill here is simply
keeping the departmental file.

The actual investigation is in the hands
of the FBI and the Federal Prosecutor.

My advice, kid?
Go talk to the Union Lawyer.

I didn't do anything.

Until this is resolved, you'll be
assigned administrative duties.

- Wait, Captain, I didn't do any...
- This is a Federal Grand Jury.

It is out of our hands.

What?

How did you know it was about Arson?

This has gotta be about the Rolands,
Matthew and his son, Mitch.

Bigtime players with lots of residential
and commercial property,

only their twist on free enterprise is
to burn what they can't sell for a profit.

- You were workin' them?
- I was all over them.

But the best I could manage
was to charge one of their torchers.

I hate to say it,
but they are out of my league.

And they wanted to put you
on the pad?

They offered me a grand a month
to play cold with them and their fires.

They didn't need to buy me,
but offered just the same.

- And you refused?
- Of course.

Someone outside is saying otherwise.

I guess the Rolands got
jammed up on something

and now they're naming cops to get out.

Mount up, partner. We got a shooting,
1200 block of Mura.

- Take Howard on the call.
- Howard? W-what?

I said take Howard.

If you take me off the street now,

everyone is gonna think
the Feds have a case against me.

The target paper makes it official.
You're suspected of police corruption.

- So I'm off the street?
- Yes.

Guilty until proven innocent, huh?

The doctor gave me
your new prescription.

There you go.

Oh, no, this... this can wait.

We're here. We may as well fill
your new prescription at the pharmacy.

What is Dr Dread giving me?

Well, let's see.

Lo-sar-tan.

New, better.

Better side effects?

They all have possible side effects.

Instead of a new prescription,
we need a new doctor.

One who will tell you
what you want to hear?

Yes.

Someone who won't make you take
any medication?

Yes.

You have been taking your medicine,
right?

Of course.

Tell me you've been taking
your medicine.

Er...

Frank, if you don't take your medicine,
you could have another stroke.

I know.

This is not just something
you're just gonna dismiss,

cos otherwise,
I will check you back into this hospital.

Look... look... look at me.

I'm fine.

- Don't I look fine?
- No.

Tell me the tale.

Meet a man in search of an obit,
Quentin Reed.

Quentin Reed?

- Bojack Reed.
- One and the same.

I thought Bojack was still at Jessup
doin' 30 for conspiracy to distribute.

Yeah.

Our Parole Commissioners at work.
Mr Reed came home a year ago.

Set up shop on some Eastside
corners, a lot of corners.

He was selling so much he was giving
Luther Mahoney a run for his money.

Luther Mahoney?
Bojack was takin' business from Luther.

That's the word anyhow.

So we got a blood trail half
a block long, some 3.80 casings...

- .45.
- .45.

And Bojack Reed,
lookin' a couple pints low.

- And the witness.
- What witness?

The one who went downtown
with the other detective.

- What detective?
- Stivers, Narcotics.

I'm looking for Stivers.
I'm gonna smack him.

Take your best shot, pal.

Terri Stivers? Lewis, Homicide.
You're a woman.

You Homicide guys,
always pickin' up on small details.

Where is my witness?
My murder, my witness.

- Your witness? He's my informant!
- He saw my murder.

He didn't. I took him to the crime scene
to show him Bojack Reed was dead.

What, for laughs?

He wasn't about to snitch out a player
as fierce as ol' Bojack,

so I figured if he saw
that the wicked witch was dead,

he'd help make a case
against Bojack's lieutenants.

- They're putting the bad package out!
- What are they lacin' it with?

Scopolamine. It will break your brain
if it doesn't blow your heart out.

Look around. Nine more today.

Yesterday, we had six,
the day before, five.

They're stacked up like commuter flights
over Atlanta. So who capped Bojack?

Luther Mahoney.

- You know this?
- So says my informant.

If I got a shot at Luther,
you need to give me that witness.

You can talk to my informant,
but he's still mine.

I don't want him named as a witness
until I get to lock up Bojack's crew.

- Fair enough.
- Know somethin'?

- What?
- You go by the bullet or the blade.

A cop works the murder,
you get a shot at being avenged.

You go by the blast,
you're just gone.

Hey.

Brodie, Pancho to my Cisco,
Mutt to my Jeff.

Have a seat, my trusted roomie.

Yeah, well, actually,
I need to talk to you about that.

- I think I should move out.
- Move out? Why?

Well, you know, er...

We're just two
different kind of people.

You were evicted from that hovel,
you've been sleeping here,

I took you in, I fed you,
I raised you from a pup.

- I'm not saying you're a bad guy.
- You looked in the cabinet.

- No, I didn't.
- You looked, didn't you?

- Hey, guys. What's up?
- What's up?

Brodie's on the street again,
homeless, alone, hopeless.

Need a place to stay?

- Why, you... you offering?
- Yeah.

- What the hell.
- Really? Hey, great. Thanks.

I'm gonna pick my stuff up
from your place later.

What?

What, did I do something wrong?

- Mike.
- Hey, Bob.

- How's Homicide?
- It's OK. How's Arson?

- Same old thing. You know.
- Yeah, I know.

You the rat?

What?

Are you the rat?

Oh, you, too, huh?
We had you figured for the rat.

We don't know
who's telling the FBI what.

The important thing is not to panic.

Whatever they've got
can be knocked down in court

or if we have to,
dealt away in a plea agreement.

A plea agreement?

I'm not saying we're there yet.
I'm thinking ahead.

- Think on this... I didn't do it.
- What do you mean?

I didn't take anything from Roland
or anyone else.

You serious? Then why did the Feds
hit you with a target letter?

Ask them.

Down the road, we will.
Until then, don't talk to anyone.

Look, I already laid it all out
for my Lieutenant.

Are you out of your mind?

Al Giardello works for the Police
Department. He doesn't work for you.

He won't save you if this Department
wants you to go down.

- Why would they want that?
- The US Attorney thinks you're corrupt.

They've let the Department know it.
This is lawyer-to-client advice...

Shut your mouth.

Not one word to anyone, not your
supervisor and not even your partner.

Vernon.

- You got a fiend's sweet tooth, huh?
- Sugar's a drug, too.

Sugar keeps the snake away for a while,
when you can't hook up with a blast.

I'm feelin' better already.

OK, Vernon.

Tell this detective what you told me
about Bojack and Luther Mahoney.

Bojack had his people on the corners
around Ashland and Wolfe,

sellin' this white bag package
he called "Diamond In The Raw".

- So Luther was losing business.
- Yeah.

But that's not what got Bojack aced.

There's enough profit out there
for everybody.

Luther got mad when Bojack put out
a package in Double-Star bags.

Mahoney uses Double-Stars.

Bojack was tellin' people
Mahoney was serving up poison,

trying to push them over
to his own product.

Didn't work like he thought, though.

The fiends,
they started chasin' the poison.

A true-test dope fiend

hears that a package is knockin'
other addicts off their ass,

he runs right towards the stuff.

He's thinkin' it's the righteous high
only he can handle.

- So Luther aced Bojack?
- He put the contract on the street.

3,000 on Bojack's head.

A boy I know named...

...Carlton Phipps did the deed.

Carlton Phipps.

So this Carlton,
he whacks Bojack for three large.

Mahoney paid him that night.

- How do you know?
- Carlton showed me the cash.

He ain't never had three grand
in his life before.

He couldn't help but show it to me.

- Where does this Carlton hang his hat?
- Hold on.

- What do you mean?
- We're getting ahead of ourselves.

To get the bad package off the street,
I need Bojack's stash house.

That means search warrants, that
means Vernon's my probable cause.

- I got a murder here?
- How long you think he'll last outside?

Once he's been named as a witness
in your murder?

All right. I'll tell you what.

You get me an address for Phipps,

and I'll try to work my case
without naming your boy.

Vernon? Tell my friend here
where he can find Carlton Phipps.

300 block of Dumars Court,

the door with the tags on it.

Hey! One for the road?

I'd do less damage firin' speedballs.

Got that right.

Carlton?
Carlton Phipps?

Police, open up.

I see somebody in there on the sofa.

That's not a good sign.

Luther Mahoney's killed him.
Damn, he's good at this.

Hey, there you are.

Vernon give you the information
you need for the search warrant?

I think so.
I need to get a judge to sign off.

But I'd say by sunset,
Bojack's crew will be in lockdown.

Yeah, maybe.
Where's Vernon at now?

- He's still in the Box, sleeping.
- So much for the sugar buzz, huh?

He's getting sick, actually.
He needs a dose.

- We can't cut him loose now.
- Why, what's up?

Carlton Phipps is dead.
No forced entry.

Gunshot wound to the back
of the head, .45 left in plain view.

Let me guess.
The gun matches to the killing of Bojack.

Luther Mahoney
just handed you a closed case.

You'll have to let me
name your informant.

No, only his statement
will tie Mahoney into my murder.

If you name him, he'll be dead
as soon as he steps back into the mix.

Well, maybe he don't step back.

Oh, four on the whistle,
centre mass.

That looks good, Frank.

You look sure, you know that?

Every day you're lookin'
a little more sure.

Keep your hand on the grip.
Watch the slide. The slide.

The slide.

You're not taking your medicine,
are you?

I'm a detective, Frank. I'm a keen
observer of the human condition.

I pick up on the subtlest clues.

I react to the slightest suggestion.
In short, I deduct.

- Who told you?
- Brodie.

You gotta take your pills, Frank.

If you don't take your pills,
your head is gonna blow up.

What I got is... is a firearms... exam
tomorrow morning at 9:00am.

L-I pass, I'm a detective.

I fail...

...I'm office furniture.

Vernon, Vernon, Vernon.
We got to talk.

Can't talk about nothin' till I get right.

I need some help here.

Vernon, look.
Here, how about another Dinky Dog?

Oh, man. Please. I know you can see
that I'm beyond that now.

There ain't a Dinky big enough
to settle me, less I get a blast.

Vernon, we're cops, man.

We can't go to the vending machines
and snatch you up a couple of vials.

I know that.

You gotta put me back
on the street.

I'm about to do a raid on Bojack's stash
house using the info you gave me.

Yeah. Your boy, Carlton, is dead.
Mahoney got to him already.

So the street is not
the best place for you right now.

You're gonna put my name
on a warrant for Luther Mahoney?

Well, you're all I got so far, brother.

Then you ain't got jack.
I'm gone.

Wait, hold on, Vernon.
You ain't goin' nowhere.

Hold on, man. Hold on!

Now, listen.
I got an idea here, all right?

- Be quick, man. I'm ill.
- Yeah, you're ill.

You smell funky, too.
Come on.

I know you got to do
what you got to do, right?

But we need to keep you alive,
so we can do our thing.

You gonna put me
on witness protection?

Vernon, we're not the Feds,
and you ain't giving us John Gotti.

All right?
See, here in Baltimore City,

we don't have the money
to change people's names

and ship their narrow behinds off
to Omaha, understand?

- So what you saying?
- What I'm saying is...

I'm gonna cut you loose
to get high, OK?

Hey, hey, hey. But you got
to cop your drugs on the Westside.

Don't go east, or home,
don't visit people you know.

Be back here in one hour.

And Vernon...

...when you get back here,
this is where you live.

All right?

You got cable?

Yeah.

Hi. You said I could er...

Oh, yeah. Come on in.
Come on. Good, good, good.

Is this all you have here?

I got some more stuff in the car,
but I could get it later.

Oh. I'll just put this stuff
down here. Good.

OK, well, this here is the sofa,
and the sofa just kinda folds out,

and er... and this is...

where you'll be staying...
and that's...

that's my bedroom
and that's where I sleep.

- Oh, great. Thanks.
- OK?

Bojack's the second house in.

The door's probably reinforced.
We'll use the maul from the get-go.

- OK.
- Let's do it.

Hey, wait. Remember, I go in first.
You're just along for the ride.

You're the man, ma'am.

OK.

Police, don't move!

- Watchin' TV, huh?
- Yeah. I'm watching "Mighty Mouse".

- Oh, "Mighty Mouse".
- Yeah.

Yeah.
You want to watch somethin' else?

Well, there's a retrospective
on Frederick Wiseman on cable.

Police, nobody moves!

Freeze, you. What're you doing?

Shut up, shut up!

They're showing "Titicut Follies".

It's a work he did on an insane
asylum in Massachusetts. It's genius.

Give me my lawyer, now!

Get off me, you understand me?
Let go!

He doesn't even put film in his camera
for the first few weeks.

Only when his subjects forget
that the camera's there,

does he begin to really capture reality.

- He doesn't put film in his camera?
- That's brilliant when you think about it.

- "Mighty Mouse".
- OK. Fine.

So you want to work
through the shift change,

maybe do somethin'
with Luther Mahoney.

Well, I got nothin' better
planned for tonight.

What?
A fine looking woman like you?

- Nobody waiting at home for you?
- Well, no.

- And you? I heard you were married.
- Married with lawn chairs.

- Well, good for you.
- Yeah, good for me.

- A little late to be sorting files, huh?
- I don't feel much like goin' home.

Say Mikey, um...

I heard through the grapevine what's up,
and I just want you to know that...

I would've said somethin' earlier,
but I got caught up with this murder, so...

It's OK.

I don't care what everybody's saying.
I believe you.

Well, including myself,
that makes two of us.

- This too shall pass.
- Oh, wax biblical, why don't you?

Oh, hey, Mikey.
Did you meet Terri Stivers, Narcotics?

- See you later.
- Uh-huh.

- Hi, Terri.
- Sir Michael.

Wait a second. What's this about?

Ah, never mind. What's goin' on?

We're gonna take another shot
at Luther Mahoney.

- I like him for both my murders.
- Luther did your killings?

Not personally, but once again,
he is the man behind the curtain.

- So what's your plan?
- We're gonna work with what we got.

I'm gonna type up an arrest warrant
based on Vernon's statement,

then we'll hunt down Luther Mahoney
and rattle him around in the Box.

No need to hunt.
Luther and me got a history.

- Yeah, me, too.
- But do you have his pager?

- He'll call you back?
- He always does.

He's polite that way.
So what's up with you and Luther?

Meldrick and I caught the bodies
in that Eastside drug war last winter.

Mahoney played us like chumps,
and he let us know he was playing us.

- So it's personal.
- Yeah, it's way personal.

- Hey, where's Vernon?
- Who?

The snitch we got stashed
in the Aquarium.

- I don't know.
- He's been gone two hours.

Anybody call Luther Mahoney?

Luther, hey.

Terri Stivers. How you been?

Is she slick?

Yeah. How's business?

No, I didn't say what business, did I?

I'm just making conversation.

Listen, can you come down
to Headquarters?

I'm working on those overdose cases,

trying to get that nasty stuff
off the corners.

Yeah.

Great, thank you.

He'll be here tomorrow morning
at nine.

Come here a second.

- What, man?
- Come here.

If you're going after Luther,
let me work the Box.

I've got as much right
to Luther as anybody.

- Gee's got you in the office.
- Fine, the Box is in the office.

Mikey, I can't let you roll
with me when you're...

- What? When I'm dirty? Huh?
- Mike.

I mean, Luther is mine.
I want a shot at him.

You're askin' me to jeopardise
an investigation her and I got going on.

You're gonna put us
in the jackpot with Barnfather.

That's right, I'm asking you...
partner.

I can't do that, Mikey.

At the sound of the first whistle,
you will commence your exercise.

At the sound of the second whistle,
you will cease the exercise.

Any shots fired after the second whistle
will not accrue to your score.

Check your weapons.

What's the deal?

Luther Mahoney,

you are charged with conspiracy
in the murder of Quentin Reed,

aka Bojack Reed.

When an attractive young lady
calls in the middle of the evening,

requesting assistance,
there are certain expectations.

Well, you know, Luther, how it is.

Sometimes the magic's there,
sometimes it ain't.

- Wanna talk about the bad package?
- Oh, we can talk about that, too.

Of course, if you're charging me,
I have the right to shut up.

Yes, you do.

- And the right to counsel.
- And that, too.

- See, I know this game.
- So play.

You're so sharp.
Step up to the plate.

You know, we did a raid on Ashland...
Bojack's stash.

Ah, the late Mr Reed.

We had a nice long run before he... fell.

- You find any of that poison?
- We did.

Not all of it, but enough to convince us
that the bad bags were from his crew.

- Oh, that they were.
- But he was pointin' the finger at you.

Are you suggesting a motive?

Well, you have, say,
your theoretical drug slinger.

He's marketing a viable product,
proper purity, proper cut,

until some no-name,

know-nothin', old-school,

just-outta-Jessup knucklehead

starts messin' around
with his home chemistry set,

and he starts killin' off
the customers quick.

As opposed to killing them slow.

Even if this drug slinger,
this theoretical drug slinger was...

...a reasonable man,
this guy might be compelled to act.

You know, your case makes sense.

- I like it.
- I like it, too.

Except I don't sling bags,
and I didn't kill Bojack Reed.

- Then who did?
- A guy named Carlton Phipps.

- No, he's dead, too.
- You know, I heard that.

Huh.

You see,
our problem is that er...

we have no way of connecting Carlton
Phipps with the murder of Bojack Reed.

Well, see, I worked that case.

I talked to Carlton's people.
You know what they told me?

They said he was despondent,
he may even have taken his own life.

He killed himself? He shot himself
in the back of the head?

Who are you fooling?
He was murdered.

His people came back on him.
The gun was right on the table in fr...

Let me ask you this.

How do you know
where Carlton caught that bullet?

And how in the hell do you know what
was on the table in front of the man?

The word was all over about
what happened to Carlton.

Oh, Luther, Luther. You just fell
for the oldest trick we got, baby.

- I want a lawyer.
- I bet you do.

- You've got no shot at Luther Mahoney.
- You're a broken record!

If I could even fool a Grand Jury,
a sitting jury would tear me apart.

We didn't release
the location of the wound

or the recovery of the weapon
to the media.

How did he know
if he wasn't in that room?

How does anyone know anything
on the street? People talk.

- That's smoke.
- I know.

But it's thick enough to hide behind.
Was the door to Phipps' house locked?

No.

So, before the police arrived, anyone
could have accessed the crime scene.

What about Vernon's statement?

Great, a heroin hound
who swears a dead man told him

he was paid $3000 to do a murder.

At the courthouse, we call that hearsay.

- So you're gonna cut Luther loose?
- You never had him on the hook.

We put Vernon Troy's name
in the warrant.

We identified him, and now
Luther Mahoney is back on the street?

- Where's Troy now?
- He's around.

You better get word to him.
I gotta go.

I'm having lunch with my fiance,
and because of you, I'm late.

Vernon still in the wind?

I haven't seen him since last night.

He's probably sleepin' it off, huh?

- Has Kellerman talked to anyone?
- Not me.

Grand Jury's at the Federal Courthouse.
They're lookin' some guys in CID.

Arson Unit, I heard.

I don't see Kellerman
doing anything wrong.

He'd say something to Lewis.
I mean, he talks to Lewis, right?

I hear he's talking to FOP lawyers.

If he's talking to them,
his ass is grass.

Remember when Lewis
dented that Cavalier?

This is worse
than a car accident.

- Hey, Mike.
- Hi.

- What are you talking about?
- Oh, nothing really.

- Nothing?
- Nothing important.

Well, go on.
Talk about nothin' some more.

Football. The Ravens make you
forget Ameche and Unitas, huh?

I got a line on tickets
for them, cheap.

I saw them play last Sunday.
We should go, cos they looked good.

You didn't qualify?

L-l-I hit the targets every time.

My... my... my aim was true.

- Your reloads?
- Yeah. Yeah.

Um, the... the reloads um...

The um...

The... the guy,
he... he... he says um...

fire... fire six on his signal and then...

go to our pri... primary pouch for uh...

a-a-a new magazine, er...

l-l-I hear the whistle, um...

l-I fire off six... six rounds, and um...

l-I...

I can't re...
can't remember what a...

a-a magazine is.

I mean, l-l-I...

I think the word uh,
ma... magazine.

"Time" is a magazine, er...

"Playboy" is a magazine.

I g... l-I get...
I get hung up on the word.

L-l-I hear the whistle.

Uh... uh... again,
he... he... he says...

he says,
"Get off the ra... get off the range."

I...

l-l-I was...
l-l-I was four short of passing.

Fo... fo... four short, yeah...

Close doesn't count for jack.

You fail, it might as well
have been 20 or 30 points.

L-l-I gotta get back on...
on... on the street.

L-l-I need... I need to be out,

wor... working cases.

And how do you do that?

You...

You... you do it.

You p... you pull so... some strings.

What strings?

The gun has nothing to do with the job.

Frank.

You think I'm happy about this?

I've got Russert on indefinite leave.

You and Kellerman are on desk duty.
Bolander retired.

Felton, I don't know where he is,
and I've got too much red on that Board.

I'm... I'm... I'm...

l-l-I... I'm not...
I'm not gonna beg.

You... can get me back out on the street!

I expected more from you.

And I expected more from you.

Crest fallen sidekick in an old caf

Never slept with a dream
Before he had to go away

There's a bell in the tower
Uncle Ray bought a round

Don't worry about the army
In the cold, cold ground

Cold, cold ground...

Shaken, not stirred.

There you go.

- So what now?
- Whatcha mean?

Luther Mahoney.

Well, I'll just keep workin' on him.

That's the answer?

Yeah, that's the answer to everything.

Police work, marriage,
happiness, friendship, life.

- You're working on your marriage?
- Yes, ma'am. I surely am.

Let me know
if you take a little time off.

There's a ribbon in the willow
There's a tyre swing rope

And a briar patch of berries
Takin' over the slope

The cat'll sleep in the mailbox
And we'll never go to town

Till we bury every dream
In the cold, cold ground...

One shot through the head.
OK, guys. Roll him, please.

Oh, no.

You know this guy?

He's our informant
in the Mahoney case, Vernon Troy.

- Vernon took one for the team, huh?
- Rah-rah-rah.

Gimme a Winchester rifle
And a whole box of shells

Blow the roof off the goat barn
Let it roll down the hill

The piano is firewood
Times Square is a dream

I find we'll lay down together
In the cold, cold ground

In the cold, cold ground

Cold, cold ground

In the cold, cold ground

Call the cops on the Breedloves
Bring a Bible and a rope

And a whole box of rebel
And a bar of soap

Make a pile of trunk tyres
And burn 'em all down

Bring a dollar with you baby
In the cold, cold ground

In the cold, cold ground

In the cold, cold ground

In the cold, cold ground

Take a weathervane rooster
Throw rocks at his head

Stop talking to the neighbours
Till we all go dead

Beware of my temper
And the dog that I've found

Break all the windows
In the cold, cold ground

In the cold, cold ground

In the cold, cold ground

In the cold, cold ground...