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You wrong-headed, crazy-talking, lying, mixed-up bastard.

Stupid-ass, baby-face, confused little meatball.

- I'm confused? - That's what I said.

I'm confused, I'll show you confused.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Yeah?

Yeah.

- Yeah, see? - Uh-huh.

- Look what I got here. - Whoa. Watch out, will you?

Look at this. Look at this. Look what I got.

That's childish, you know that?

- Be right back. - Jeez.

What's that all about?

The two of them are working on the Hawkins' stabbing.

Paul likes one suspect for the killing,

and Meldrick obviously likes another,

and they are wrestling it out.

At least they're passionate about their work.

Ah, hardly.

I heard the whole thing start up in the coffee room.

Lewis said something putting down New Jersey,

and Falsone took it personal.

New Jersey, personal?

So then it's, "Your mama this." "No, your mama that."

And then the fists start flying.

Mm-hmm.

Nice and quiet in here now, though.

- Hmm. Yeah. - Yeah.

Clouded testosterone has risen,

and for one brief moment we are machismo-free.

Homicide. Sheppard.

Uh-huh.

Right.

Okay.

Got a shooting behind Hinton High.

- Victim is a teenage girl. - Need a partner?

- What? You and me? - Yeah, you and me.

What are you gonna do, wait around for Lewis?

He's not exactly jumping to work with any of us.

You know, you two just go, okay?

I am so tired hearing about Meldrick and his attitude.

All right. Why not, right?

Where are you two headed?

Northwest Baltimore. Body behind Hinton High.

What about Lewis?

Lewis and Falsone are hard at work on a case,

so Ballard and I are gonna go find out who done it.

- Together? - Together.

"Destiny."

According to her student ID,

your victim's name is Jackie Keib.

Born 9/5/83.

A sophomore in this fine institution.

So she's 15.

- Looks older. - A little.

Cuts and bruises all over, too.

Some partly healed, plenty of them fresh.

Yeah, well, whoever shot her, beat her up beforehand.

Possible sexual assault.

- Where's the ME? - Should be here any minute.

Good thing it's a weekend,

so her classmates didn't have to find her

on their way into school.

- Who did? - Uh, Mrs. Angela Willerford.

She's in the house with the white fence.

All right, well, why don't you go call the morgue

and find out what the delay is?

Yes, ma'ams.

Destiny. Nickname, maybe?

Yeah, could be.

You believe in it?

- Destiny? - No.

Not this kind, anyway.

It's been three weeks. Isn't that long enough?

Be strong, John. You can make it.

Seven more days.

I don't know why I agreed to this plan.

I mean, what difference does it make

if we have sex before the wedding?

It's not like we've never done it before.

Exactly.

I want things to seem different after we're married.

Call it quits for a month or so, things are bound to seem fresh.

Billie Lou, how many husbands have you had?

- Three. - How many wives have I had?

- Three. - That makes six exes between us.

We may be a lot of things, my dear,

but fresh ain't among them.

Now come over here and kiss me.

John,

I want you to talk to my neighbor.

The waif with the biker boyfriend?

The biker ex-boyfriend. They broke up six weeks ago.

- He won't leave her alone. - He's stalking her?

I confronted him once, told him to bug off.

He told me to mind my own business.

Well, he's right. You should.

But you're a cop.

She might take you more seriously.

Mm.

She works at After Midnight on Broadway.

- I could go there now. - Mm-hmm.

But first, one thing. A quickie.

I could put the clothes sign on the door,

and we could sneak back to the office.

Come on, baby.

Hey.

You'll thank me on our wedding night.

I'm gonna be late for work again.

My boss is gonna fire me. He don't care what's the reason.

Okay, well, we'll try to get through this

as quickly as possible, Mrs. Willerford.

What time did you hear the gunshots?

6:45.

I'd just gotten out of bed, and I look out this window.

I see her lying on the ground and him running away.

- Him? - The boy who shot her.

He sticks a gun in his pants,

jumps over the fence, and heads off down Babcock.

How well did you see this kid? Can you describe him for us?

Baggy pants, black, baggy shirt, black,

and an orange ball cap.

Well, did you see his face?

- Big guy? Little? - On the small side.

- Black, white? - Black.

Can I go to work now, please?

I just thought for sure it would be Tonya.

I mean, Jackie,

I thought she had a chance at turning out okay.

It was always Tonya who was chin deep in trouble.

Tonya's your other daughter?

- How old is she? - 16.

And Jackie, she always looked up to her big sister

from the time they were in diapers.

But then, you know, they started getting older.

And Jackie, she tries to keep up.

But she just was never as strong inside as her sister.

So that's why when Tonya met Reggie Nash

and started hanging with them Terrace boys,

I begged Jackie to stay away.

The Terrace boys?

That's all those kids from Calhoun Terrace.

You know, Tonya swears up and down,

"Oh, they're not a real gang.

They're just a group of friends hanging out together."

But you think that they're a gang.

I know that's what they are.

I mean, they're wearing all the same clothes,

calling each other by them crazy nicknames.

Tonya calls herself Crystal,

and Jackie was Destiny.

She wouldn't be there right now

if she wasn't mixed up with them.

Miss Keib, we have a witness who saw a young man with a gun

running out of the schoolyard.

Was Jackie mixed up with any one kid in particular?

Did she have a boyfriend?

Not that I know of.

Can you give us a list of gang members?

No, because I don't let them up in my house.

It's just better you should ask Tonya.

- Where is she now? - I'm right here.

I'm Detective Ballard. This is Detective Sheppard.

Where's Destiny at?

Jackie got killed, baby.

Tonya, the detectives have questions.

You need to answer their questions.

- Was she shot? - When did you see your sister last?

- Where'd you find her at? - You two went out last night?

Yeah, we went out. Ma, where is boot?

Crystal, slow down. We need to know when you last saw Jackie.

Three, 3:30, whenever she left the party.

Whose party?

Tonya, please, answer the questions.

Ma, back off, all right? Back off. Back off.

Tonya, please.

It was TJ's party.

- What did you say? - We went to TJ's house.

- Jackie left without us. - Tonya took you out last night?

- To a party? - Talk with her.

I'll go catch Crystal.

Hey.

So, who did Jackie leave with last night?

- I don't know. - Was it a boy or a girl?

- Boy. - You don't remember his name?

- What about TJ's last name? - I don't know.

I'll tell you what she does know.

She knows that she wasn't supposed to be

outside of this house after dark.

She knows that she was supposed to be in bed asleep.

Do you want to end up like Jackie?

Is that it? Is that what you want?

Get back here, Rochelle!

Excuse us.

- Crystal's gone. - Well, let's find her.

How far could she go?

That's nice of Billie Lou to worry.

But, really, I'm fine.

Your old boyfriend's not harassing you?

Well, I don't know if I'd call it that.

Jay didn't want to break up. I did.

It makes sense he'd be angry.

And eventually, he'll stop.

Billie Lou says he bangs on your door,

he stands outside the house.

So, he's a little obsessive right now.

Look, I swear, I'm okay.

Has Jay ever hit you?

Yeah, I should get back to work.

You tell me that Jay hasn't been violent with you,

that you're not scared of him, I'm gone.

It's that simple.

Do you want me to talk to Jay?

One conversation, he's out of your hair.

I can be very persuasive.

Yeah, I can see that.

So, it's okay? I have your permission?

Good.

Just don't tell him that I sent you.

A gang member?

Mm-hmm. That's the mother's description.

She says that her oldest daughter,

Tonya, AKA Crystal,

started seeing a boy named Reggie Nash,

who was part of a whole crew of bad boys from Calhoun Terrace.

Big sister pulls kid sister into the scene.

Kid sister ends up dead.

What about the Terrace boys?

Do you have a list of names?

So far, just Reggie Nash

and a kid called TJ who threw a party last night.

Victim's younger sister says Jackie left with the boy,

but can't give us a name.

Is this another gang member?

He's at the party. Odds are he is.

Our one witness, Mrs. Willerford says

that she saw a teenage boy dressed in black and orange

running away from the crime scene.

Now, Terrace colors are orange and black,

so the kid that Jackie left the party with

could be the same one who shot her.

Was she sexually assaulted?

Fully clothed. No evidence of trauma.

But we're waiting on the autopsy.

After that, your next task is to find the older sister

and get her to ID this mystery gang member.

We've got scars, we've got burns,

fractures, punctures, lacerations, contusions.

For a 15-year-old girl,

this body is seen more than a share of abuse.

How much of the damage was inflicted last night?

The gunshots, of course.

The blows to the head and the torso.

The elbow abrasions.

And the rest of the injuries,

the majority look at least four to five days old.

- Like these slashes here? - Mm-hmm.

Made either with a razor blade or an extremely small knife.

And she has identical gashes inside her mouth.

- Oh. Any guess how they got there. - First for me.

What about the vaginal exam? Did you find anything there?

The swabs indicated that your victim had sex

shortly before she was killed.

- Forced or consensual? - I couldn't say.

I mean, just because there was no trauma,

doesn't mean it wasn't rape.

Hmm.

Who did you leave that party with, Jackie?

So which TJ you want?

Whichever one had a party on Saturday night.

You after that TJ? You in the wrong corner.

I thought he was a part of your crew.

The boy's EAB. That's all I'm saying.

EAB?

Edmondson Avenue Boys.

EAG for the girls.

- Were you and TJ's on Saturday? - Hell, no.

We don't show up at their parties. They don't show up at ours.

Well, what were Crystal and Destiny doing there, then?

Good question. You oughta ask Crystal.

Crystal?

Um, she went shopping.

Shopping? Well, do you know where at?

Um, up at Goldie's up on Northern Parkway.

- Northern Parkway and what? - Oh, no, no, no.

She didn't even go to Goldie's.

She probably at The Studio.

Okay. What's The Studio?

Is that a clothing store or something?

Well, maybe she didn't even go shopping at all.

Didn't she say she was going to Pittsburgh?

Pittsburgh.

Or was it Vegas?

All right. Let's think here.

Where'd you used to go when you were 16

and you'd skip school?

I was a real rebel. I'd sneak into R movies.

- Grab a bite to eat. - Okay.

There's a whole string of fast food joints on Eastern.

- You can go check those out. - Might as well give it a try.

- These Terrace girls definitely aren't talking. - Yeah.

Maybe if we sported a couple of orange bandanas.

Hmm.

My fiancée lives downstairs from Lizzie Solek.

Yeah, I thought you looked familiar.

You gonna marry that wacko?

Lizzie tells me she likes to play her violin with her boobs hanging out.

And Billie Lou told me that you're hanging out where you're no longer wanted.

She's seen you in the building, standing around outside.

What are you doing there, Faires?

You know, I don't have to listen to this.

Who are you to be talking to me anyway?

- Baltimore Homicide. - That's great.

When I murder someone, you can come back and cuff me.

Right now, I want you out of this yard.

What if I stay? What are you gonna do, hit me?

- What? - Come on.

Hit me. Or do you only hit women?

Stay away from the girl, Faires.

Hello, Crystal.

You ran out before we could talk.

Maybe now's a better time.

You're not eating your food.

I'm not hungry, that's all.

She won't give me none of her French fries.

Buy your own French fries, you little ho.

- I ain't got no money. - Hey, ho, I got a better idea.

How about I give you a few dollars,

you go order some more food

and let us sit here with Crystal.

- Is that cool with you, Crystal? - Go on.

She looks awful young. How old is she?

- 11? 12? - Shy K's 13.

But she's part of your crew, right?

A Terrace girl?

Your little sister Rochelle,

I guess she's gonna be one too, right?

Look, Rochelle told us

that you took her to the party the other night.

You're a good big sister.

Bring her in early. Showing her the ropes.

You did the same thing for Destiny, right?

She said that Destiny left the party before you did.

She left with some guy.

Who'd she leave with, Crystal? What was the guy's name?

Whoever he is, I'm sure he's EAB.

You watched your sister go off with a rival gang member.

You must have known she wasn't safe.

And yet you're the one that took her there

in the first place, to an EAB party.

You know what? This is messed up.

- I don't have to be here. - You know what?

- Yes, you do. - Oh, that right?

You two crack me up.

Ain't nothing but a couple of college girls.

Think they so tough 'cause they Balto PD.

We think we're tough, is that what she just said?

Yeah, that's what she said.

I think it's someone else who's trying to be tough.

"My sister's dead, I don't give a damn."

"Oh, I don't give a damn about anything, really.

I'm too cold to care, I'm too bad to be sad."

"I'm a mean, angry, cold-hearted bitch."

Get in my face, you're gonna be sorry.

- You got that right. - Do we?

Because you didn't seem so cold-hearted this morning.

I saw the look on your face when we told you about Destiny.

Yeah, I mean, you were close to your sister.

Your mother told us that Jackie worshipped you.

You brought her into that game.

You never thought it would cost her her life.

Jackie would be alive right now if it weren't for you.

You can't feel too good about that.

She doesn't feel too good about that.

That's why she took off.

She didn't want us to watch her cry.

That's why she didn't want us to see her weak.

- Weak? - Weak.

Please. Take a look at these, all right?

And this. And this.

Fat Trick pulls a knife on me, misses my heart by one inch.

I'm in the hospital ten days,

tubes sticking out of my arms, mama praying over my bed.

Some EAG fool stabs me with her umbrella.

I knee in the gut, homegirl loses her baby.

Oh, and these. These right here.

These my daddy gave me when I was still in the crib.

Put his cigarettes out right into my skin.

Now you look at them. You still think I ever cry?

You still thinking I'm weak?

Damn.

New Jersey's population is 8,052,849.

Maryland weighs in just over five.

So the Garden Stat's got you beat

by about three million people.

That would explain why your turnpike

is always jammed to a standstill.

Hey, what you doing here, Lewis?

Aren't you working the Keib case with Sheppard?

No, I'm not working the Keib case with Sheppard.

Hey, you see, Lewis doesn't partner with women anymore.

So Sheppard took Ballard instead.

That ain't true. I do still partner with women.

I'm closing the Hawkins deal with you, ain't I?

There.

So Sheppard and Ballard are working the case together, huh?

Well, they're trying to, anyway.

From the sound of things, they may be in a bit over their head.

I guess this dead Keib person is a gangbanger.

Well, girl gangbanger, granted.

But gangbangers are all the same.

Well, you gotta laugh anyway, though.

I mean, the first time

two lady detectives get together on a case,

they wind up between the Crips and the Bloods.

Wait a minute, are you sure it's the first time?

Gee's put two women on cases before.

Name one.

Hmm, I don't know. I guess I can't.

Personally, I'm not laughing.

I'm even a little concerned.

Yeah, well, there's no need for concern.

I mean, Sheppard has got her ass kicked before.

First sign of any real trouble,

they're gonna be radioing one of us to come to the rescue.

I don't know.

I think you're being a little too hard

on our female colleagues, Meldrick.

I don't think there's any limit to what women can do.

Take Christine Todd Whitman.

That's it. I'm out of here.

First female governor of the state of New Jersey.

Lowered income tax by a full 30%.

Crime rate's the lowest it's been in the past 25 years.

Destiny had her own set of scars and bruises.

You want to tell us how they got there?

She had cuts inside her mouth.

You don't know anything about that?

Oh, Crystal, come on. Help us out here.

We're trying to solve your sister's murder.

And doing a damn good job of it, too.

Those cuts don't have nothing to do with anything.

They don't?

She ain't know how to carry a razor.

I tried to teach her.

She sliced up the inside of her cheek.

You keep razor blades in your mouth?

Gotta hide your weapon someplace.

What about the other injuries?

- The cuts, the bruises? - What about them?

Oh, I guess they don't have nothing to do

- with anything either. - They don't.

- She got jumped in on Monday. - Initiated.

Rest of the gang gangs up on a new girl.

Ten minutes of rib banging, nose breaking, free for all.

Girl lives through that kind of beating.

You know she's true Terrace.

She's ready to take on anyone.

Like the EABs, for example.

So is that why you took Destiny to TJ's party?

To take on the EAB?

I didn't bring Destiny anywhere.

- She got sent. - By who?

- Forget it. - You don't tell us.

How are we supposed to believe that anyone else was involved?

You took her to the party, Crystal.

- You set her up. - No, I didn't.

Yes, you did. You got your own sister killed.

It wasn't me.

It was Reggie.

He sends Destiny to TJ's crib.

Tells her to go flirt with their crew.

Reggie knows Destiny go rubbing up against some EAB,

they ain't gonna be able to hold nothing back.

She's supposed to get the boy all hot and bothered.

Then find out where they scored

their last shipment from New York.

- And did she? - Nah.

I find out Reggie's pimping my sister.

I book over to TJ's. We walk in.

Destiny's with some guy.

She's wiggling and giggling, kissing him.

All wide-eyed.

Problem is, I could tell she ain't faking.

See, she's had a thing for this kid since we was little.

They knew each other?

Boy grew up on our block up through the fourth grade.

His moms moved across town. He turns out EAB.

Destiny, she tends to forget this fact.

Anyway, I grab her arm. I tell her we gotta go.

He slaps my hand away

and tells me to mind my own business.

What's this guy's name?

Damon Kelley. EABs call him Casper.

Damn, girl, how you get to be so stupid?

Out front. Move.

Do you mind?

So this guy Casper killed your sister?

I don't know. I'm gonna find out.

And when you do, you're gonna let us know, right?

Look, the beeper number's on this card.

You can call us anytime.

- I gotta go. - Day, night, whenever.

Look, I'll call, all right?

Would you move your skinny behind?

Catch you later.

"Catch you later." Yeah, I won't hold my breath.

They're not as tough as they're pretending to be.

I find it very hard to believe that they're really this cold,

that they're serious gangbangers.

You can't believe it, or you don't want to believe it?

It's always me who's telling you what to do.

Streets of Baltimore,

it's an equal opportunity world these days.

Yeah. Let's go find Casper.

Saturday's the big day, huh?

You and Munch ready? Are you getting excited?

More than you can imagine.

Then I guess there'll be no chance

you'll be changing your mind.

I'll get you that ketchup.

Howdy, neighbor.

Your cop fiancé stopped by to see me yesterday.

He did.

Don't play dumb with me, cleavage.

I know you told him I was beating on Lizzie.

I told him I was concerned.

That's for your concern.

Hey, hey, hey!

What the hell do you think you're doing?

All right, hands behind your back.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

- Right there, right there. - Billie Lou, are you okay?

- Where's John? - Hey!

Do you think that we should call for backup?

Backup? We're just going to question a suspect.

Yeah, a suspect who's a gangbanger

on his own corner with his gangbanging buddies.

You saying you're nervous?

No, I'm just saying

that I think it doesn't hurt to be careful.

It's the exact situation the guys think that we cannot handle.

You know, anything goes wrong, it shows them that they're right.

But if we call in backup, that shows them we have doubts.

- Which we don't. - Laura, it's broad daylight.

There are two of us.

Besides, we've done just fine so far.

Practically everyone we've talked to in this case has been a gangbanger.

Yeah, well, they also happen to be teenage girls.

I mean, Crystal is, what, 16?

How was the kid in Munch's last case,

the one that shot up that cashier?

He was 14.

Crystal and her friends act tough and everything,

but I'm having a very hard time seeing them as killers.

Because they're just girls?

Do you really think that Crystal would go out

and avenge her sister's death?

Truth is, even if Crystal plans on shooting Casper,

it's not going to happen.

Why is that?

Because we're going to get the bastard first.

We're looking for Casper.

Which one of you is Casper?

That's me, sweetheart.

I'm Casper. What's up?

Detective Sheppard and Ballard, Baltimore Homicide.

We want to talk to you about Jackie Keib.

Feel like stepping in the car for a second?

Check them out.

Yeah, I'll get in the car with you.

Hell yeah, I'll get in the car with you.

- You want to handcuff me? - Get in the car.

Serious.

You sure you don't want to handcuff me?

Because you never know,

I might try to reach out and grab you.

Answer the question, Casper.

Did you have sex with Jackie Keib?

We found semen in Jackie's body.

We run the DNA, we're going to know it's yours.

Damn straight, it's mine.

I mean, yeah, we had sex, but it wasn't rape.

She wanted it.

Jackie had abrasions on her elbows and knees.

I suppose she wanted those, too.

Look, some girls like it rough,

and I just give girls what they like.

Yeah, you're a real ladies' man, Casper.

Okay, so Jackie shows up at this party,

and she sees you sitting there, and she can't resist you.

Yeah, that's how it turned out,

but I knew why she was at TJ's from the start.

Terrence boys sent that bitch in as bait.

I ain't stupid.

But you knew her, right?

Her sister said you were neighbors kids.

Yeah, and I liked her fine, you know.

We were 11.

I liked her a lot, actually, you know.

Like the girl next door, so...

Not anymore.

No, we all grown now, and it's all about business now.

Where'd you take her to?

My boy Corey's crib on Edgemont.

Oh, why not your place?

It was too far away.

Plus, Neecee was there, so.

Neecee? Is that your girlfriend?

That's my baby's mother.

We've been together two years.

I was home at four.

Okay, and she'll testify to that?

Yep.

What's Neecee's full name?

Denice Raeburn.

You think I killed Jackie Keib, don't you?

We do.

But you know the kid at the scene

was decked all in orange.

- How'd you know that? - What are my colors, huh?

You see any orange?

You could've changed clothes.

How else would you know what the shooter was wearing?

Because I know. That's how.

- Okay? I heard it. - Who did you hear it from?

You don't get it that easily. You gotta get rolled in first.

- Don't you mean jumped in? - No, I mean rolled in.

Roll the dice, one through 12.

Whatever number comes up, that's the guy you gotta do.

Take a roll, maybe you get my number, huh, babe?

You down?

What about you, short and sexy?

You ever been with a ghetto hero before?

- All right, that's enough. - Oh, here we go.

That's what I'm talking about. I like the rough stuff.

Look at you. Oh, yes, here we go.

Oh, no, you're not going anywhere.

My partner and I are gonna go pay Neecee a visit.

He'll wipe out your alibi.

Damon Kelley is a lying son of a bitch.

Don't believe a thing that flies out of that man's mouth.

He never came home Saturday night?

10:30 p.m., he tells

me he's going over to TJ's house.

And he's halfway out that door

when he asked me if I wanted to come along.

I said, "No, I'm not coming along.

I have to take care of the baby."

So he left alone?

I don't see him again until noon the next day.

And then he comes in here holding his head,

asking me for some pancakes.

I mean, as if I haven't talked to my girls already.

Like I don't know what he's been up to.

What'd they tell you exactly?

They said that he left TJ's party

with that Terrace girl ho.

Jackie Keib.

Don't you mention that ho's name in my house.

You do know that she was shot?

Yeah, I know she was shot. She's still a ho.

All them Terrace girls ain't nothing

but some skanks and some sluts and some easy-ass hussies.

I'm glad that she's dead.

Because if somebody hadn't offed her,

I'd have done it myself.

Have you ever killed someone before?

Beat up many a ho

till they begged for their lives.

Knocked out some teeth.

Broke a few noses.

Of course, once I had him, I swore I'd take it easy.

That's why I'm glad

I didn't have to jump that bitch.

Glad somebody else did that for me.

So, do you have any idea who this somebody else is?

One of her own crew.

A Terrace boy hears that she got down with my man,

and decides that he's gonna put an end to her hoing around.

You don't think Damon could have done it?

No, I don't think Damon could have done it.

To have sex with a ho ain't the same as shooting her.

That bastard may mess around. He may treat us like meat.

But he would never shoot a woman.

You sure about that?

I wouldn't stay with him if he didn't show some respect.

Neecee had a lot to tell us.

- Yeah, that bitch can talk. - Oh, the bitch sure can.

She said you never showed up on Saturday night.

Look, I told you I ain't stupid.

I knew if I didn't have an alibi,

you wasn't gonna believe me.

I thought she'd back me up, though.

Oh, that's rich.

You go out, you do another woman,

you cheat on your girlfriend.

And you expect her to lie for you?

- She's my baby's mother. - Exactly.

So, Neecee finds out about Destiny,

which you must have known that she would.

And what, you thought that maybe she'd be happy about it?

That's what took her so long.

We stood and we listened while she said her mind.

You're a liar and a cheat.

And Jackie Keib, may she rest in peace,

is a skank and a ho.

Neecee swears she would have killed her

if she weren't dead already.

That's one angry woman, Casper.

She's in no mood to cover your ass.

She'll get over it.

I'm sorry?

I said she'll get over it.

She'll come around. Neecee always comes around.

I mean, you do something wrong,

or it's that time of the month, she'll bite your head off.

Picking up steak knives,

threatening this, threatening that.

Five minutes later, she's cooking me a nice breakfast.

Look, you could go back right now.

I bet you she'd change the story.

Casper, we already have our answer.

She blew your alibi.

I was home at four o'clock.

Not according to Neecee, you weren't.

Well, Neecee wouldn't know, because Neecee wasn't there.

Neecee wasn't home?

Do you know where she was?

She could have went a lot of places.

That's nice. That's nice.

How about outside the high school?

Outside the school?

What?

Neecee says she wanted to kill Jackie.

Do you think she could have done it?

Neecee? Nah.

One of the Terrace boys did it. You got a witness.

Witnesses can be wrong.

We have a boy in an orange cap. We have him running away.

Now, Neecee, Neecee has it out for Jackie.

Neecee has a motive.

Look, Neecee don't have the juice.

I told you already, Neecee don't have what it takes.

None of them girls are like that.

- Not as tough as you are, huh? - That's all an act.

They pretend to be fierce when they nothing but feeble.

Feeble, huh?

Look, it's not like it's their fault.

You know, the Lord never meant women

to be fighting and killing.

The Lord meant them for sex and popping out babies.

Does that feel feeble to you? Hmm?

- What the hell are you doing? - Sheppard, let go, huh?

Do you still think she's too weak?

Do you think the girl's too weak because if she is,

then that must mean you're guilty, huh?

You're gonna break my damn arm.

Okay, let's go. Sheppard, come on.

She's a crazy bitch.

Neecee should have shot you instead.

Since when did the girlfriend turn into a suspect?

Neecee knows the victim was having sex with Casper.

Even claims she would have killed Jackie Keib

if someone hadn't already.

Then Casper tells us Neecee was gone

when he got home that night.

Mm-mm. If he got there that night.

He says she wasn't there. She says he wasn't there.

One of them is lying, and I'm sorry, I gotta pick him.

For what reason? There's more evidence.

He admits that he was with Jackie Keib till 3:30.

- He admits that he slept with her. - And?

And it seems like Neecee was blowing off steam.

She was posturing saying she'd kill Keib.

Now you're sounding like Casper.

Don't dismiss your witness.

She put a boy at the scene of the crime.

Yeah, a boy wearing orange and black.

Not Casper's gang color.

Well, like you said, he could have changed clothes

for some kind of disguise.

- She could have, too. - What?

How do we know that Neecee wasn't dressed as a Terrace boy?

How do we know Jackie Keib wasn't killed by a Terrace boy?

I'm listening to you talk about lies and disguises,

but have you even considered the simplest option?

Lieutenant, I've got a hunch on this.

Let me go to Neecee first.

We'll tell her that Casper said she's gone

and see if she's got an answer for it.

Fine. What about Casper?

Are you going to leave him locked up

in my interrogation room?

He's tough. He can handle it.

Neecee?

I'm gonna look upstairs.

Denice?

- Going somewhere? - Who let you up here?

Your mother did.

We solved your sister's murder.

Neecee killed Destiny.

I could have told you that.

Oh, you should have told us that.

Couldn't. I just found out. I have time.

Right, because you were too busy shooting Neecee Raeburn.

I knew you'd think I offed her.

Who else would have done it?

I don't know. Anybody.

Everybody. But not me.

I don't want to be part of that game no more.

You know what I'm saying? I'm through with gangbanging.

You're quitting the Terrace girls?

Don't you think it's a little late for that now?

Look, I know my crew is

not going to make leaving easy for me.

They'd rather see me bleed than walk away.

- So you're running instead? - Hell yeah.

I stay in Baltimore, I'm going to end up just like Destiny.

My own girls are after me.

EABs thinking I offed Neecee.

I ain't got no other choice but to be someplace else.

How about inside a city jail?

What? You taking me downtown?

Open your mouth, Tonya. You got anything in there?

Open your mouth.

Yo, you know I ain't touched that trick.

You know I ain't touched that trick.

Get your hands behind your back.

Now. Please.

That's right. That's cool.

Lock a sister up, right?

I'll be just as dead as I will be on the streets.

Where are you going, Tonya?

- Can I come with you? - No, you stay here, Rochelle.

You stick with Mama, all right? Take that thing off your head.

Give me a kiss.

Do we have a case against Crystal?

Well, that depends. The motive's there, no question.

You still got a murder weapon?

We don't have a gun, but we're not empty-handed.

Crystal had these hidden in her dresser drawer.

Don't tell me she shaves.

Denice Raeburn's face was slashed.

This package is open. There's one blade missing.

It's better than nothing, but not by much.

I'll move ahead, but there's so little evidence,

if this goes to trial, odds are she'll get off.

What other choice do we have? Just let her go?

I'll talk to her PD.

See if they're willing to accept a manslaughter plea.

And with that, we'll say good night to our Terrace boys and girls.

At least for the time being.

Thank you, Detectives. Thank you, Davers.

- Sheppard. - Yeah?

You haven't partnered with Lewis for quite some time now.

If there was a problem, you'd let me know, right?

Right.

There's no problem, Gee.

Good.

I just wanted you to talk to her, John.

I didn't expect you'd go threaten the boyfriend.

Not to make excuses, Billie Lou, but have you ever considered

that my testosterone-riddled behavior

might have something to do with our current situation?

You mean all this happened because we haven't had sex?

I haven't had any release in three weeks.

I just might have been feeling especially potent.

I may have needed to get rid of some pent-up energy.

You're hurting my head, John. Sit down.

Easy, baby. I'll take it easy.

You'll see, honey, I will take it easy.

In less than a week,

this wedding will be over with,

and I'll be back to my usual docile, sweet self.

I'm afraid it's going to be a little later than that.

Excuse me?

You don't expect me to get married

looking like this, do you?

We have to postpone the wedding until the welt goes away.

You can make it a little longer, baby.

Only one or two more weeks.

Two weeks?

Three at the most.

So, Neecee kills Destiny,

and Crystal kills Neecee.

So much for the gentler sex.

Neither one of them felt they had a choice.

Someone shoots your sister, someone sleeps with your man,

someone has to pay for it.

Yeah, I don't know why I'm so shocked.

I mean, I've seen female killers before.

I guess I just wanted to give women more credit.

You know, you expect boys

to be capable of this kind of violence,

not girls.

Your father beats on you from the time you're born.

You grow up around guys like our lovely friend Casper.

How is she going to end up?

How is she going to get any respect?

- By acting ladylike? - Nope.

By acting tough, by being strong.

If you live your life that way long enough,

it becomes who you are.

So, it's a man's world,

and we have to play by their rules.

There's got to be another way.

Well, you figure it out, you let me know.

Hey.

Heard you two put down the Keib murder.

- Good work. - Did you expect any different?

Of course not.

Let's celebrate. The Waterfront.

Well, we're buying the first round.

Oh, if you insist.

Hey, wait up.

- You coming? - Hey.

- Hey, Meldrick. - Sheppard.

Ballard and I are buying. You want to come have a drink?

No, I think I'll pass, thanks.

You sure?

Yeah, you'll do fine without me.

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing.

Meldrick, how long are you going to keep this up?

You got a problem, I'm not going to let it stop me.

I'm going to keep doing my job.

Yeah, as well you should, you know?

Yeah. Just go have yourself a drink.

Enjoy yourself.

Okay.

Damn.

Damn.