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- How's it going, John?
- I'm okay, Tom.

How is it, being
detailed to the FBI?

- It's been interesting.
- Yeah, I'll bet.

He's all yours.

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- How are you holding up?
- I'm having the time of my life.

It's fucking jail,
what do you think?

I'm so fucked.

- I can't believe this shit is happening.
- You're going to have to feed them.

That's your only hole-card left.

- Yeah, well I can't.
- Can't or you won't?

Look, you aren't just
a city cop in cuffs,

you're a cop detailed to
the federal drug task force,

and this is a federal case.

And you aren't just a
lone cop among others,

you were the supervisor
of a unit that went bad.

They're going to make an example
of you. You got to cooperate.

Shit, man.

I just can't.

They're going to blame you, Tom.
You built that unit, man by man.

You can go in now, Detective.

Close the door,
Danny, have a seat.

This about that rap song?

Look, I don't give a shit that some
gangster rapper doesn't like you.

But the fact is, we've gotten
a lot of complaints about you

stacking up over in
the Eastern District.

And we're not gonna hold it against
you that you do the kind of police work

that brings complaints.

We just need to lower the
temperature a bit, cool things off.

So, we're pulling you out
of the Eastern for a while.

- Pulling me out?
- You're being reassigned.

You're going citywide, Danny.
I'm not putting you on the shelf,

I'm sending you to
Gun Trace Task Force.

Welcome to the squad, Danny.

Congratulation, you're
going to do big things.

All right!

- Back up!
- Back up!

Baltimore is a poster child for the
basic failure to stop lawlessness.

No justice, no peace!

I have heard your calls
for no justice, no peace...

Where there's
smoke, there's fire.

These officers, they're
1930-style gangsters.

Again, this is the
federal system.

No parole, only good time.

If you get 15 or 20 years, you're
going to do 13 or 18 of it.

As your attorney, I'm
advising you that...

Racketeering, conspiracy,

Tom, they got you on a
10,000-dollar robbery.

What can you tell me about that?

The Kitmore road stop.
Gondo put us up on that one.

Davon Robinson,
street name, "Wooda."

Why are you so sold
on this shit bird?

I came up around here and people I know
be saying that boy Wooda be getting it,

- that Wooda jamming so...
- "Wooda"?

I "Wooda" took a big shit if I
knew we'd be out here this long.

You do take some nasty
motherfuckers, too.

I was thinking if you stop
consuming so much food,

- then maybe less would come out.
- Check this out. After lunch yesterday,

Hersl went into the can at
The Barn and made a captain.

- Hell, no.
- I had so much of that pit beef,

- I went in there and made a colonel.
- Yeah.

Hey, that's that nigga right
there. Game time, baby.

- There he go.
- Let's roll.

A wiretap on a police
officer's phone.

I didn't want to believe it either,
Your Honor, but here we are.

And what we've already heard from
Gondo on the Shropshire wiretap

justifies going up on his mobile
phone. We've got him on numerous calls.

More than justifies it.
Your Honor, if I may.

You two are opening up a
two-gallon can of shit with this.

Let me ask you this on
this, as speculation.

How far up the chain of
command do you think this goes?

We don't know.

Well, if you need anything
further, I'm here.

Thank you.

- Thank you.
- Good luck.

What the fuck was that, Davon? Led
us on a motherfucking car chase, man.

It's because your shit dirty,
right? I mean, you do know

- your license is suspended, right?
- What?

What the fuck are we
going to find in that car?

Just tell me. What's in there?

Look, I don't know what
you're talking about.

Man, my license is good,

- I pulled right over...
- No, you did not pull right over.

You made us go on a fucking car chase,
Davon. And I fuck in hate car chases, man.

Soon as I saw your lights, I pulled
over. Man, you all on some bullshit.

We on some bullshit?
Fuck out of here.

You know what? You're going
to have plenty of time

to think about this shit
down in booking, all right?

And watch who the fuck
you talking to like that.

You know who the fuck we are?

- You know who the fuck you talking to?
- Relax. Relax, man.

Where you working at?

They hirin'? Can you
give them my resume?

You seem like a good guy.

I tell you what, just give us that
gun, and we'll take care of you.

Take care of me? What gun? Man, I
don't know what you talking about.

Look, my tags are good. Just
let my girl come grab the car.

All our baby stuff is in there,
man. She's going to need it.

You're right, your
tags are good.

I'm really trying my best
here to look out for you.

So

Since you don't have a
gun, your words, not mine,

you won't mind if we
go back to your place

and have a little
look-see, right?

- But are you getting cooperation?
- Cooperation?

- Are people in town talking to you?
- Depends on who I'm talking to.

I tried to talk to Daniel Hersl

about the complaints he's
received over the years.

- What did he have to say?
- Not much.

Just that he's just doing his job,
that complaints are the proof of that.

Well, problematic to say,

but to some extent,
that happens to be true.

A cop who goes on the street and uses
his cuffs will get some complaints.

A house cat behind some
desk? No complaints.

For Hersl alone, the Board of Estimates
has paid out in settlements over...

Hersl is a mess!

If I get another sustained
case from IAD, he's gone.

Just like Laronde. Believe me.

I'm not defending Hersl here,
or anyone for that matter and...

Look, DOJ has a job to do here,

and I've told you, I'm not adverse
to the idea of a consent decree.

The more you understand the
situation, the better for everyone.

Well, thank you, but having done
what I do for as long as I have,

I'm not expecting people
in your department

to volunteer what
I need to know.

Everyone you command is on the
defensive when they talk to me.

Understood.

And the presumption is that, I
couldn't possibly understand their job,

or what they're facing, or
what is possible or what's not.

Well, Baltimore is an
extraordinarily violent

and drug-involved city. Do you
think that's entirely unfair?

If the job requires some of the things
I've already seen and already heard,

then I think it's fair to question
what these people think the job is.

I took this position in a department
that has fundamental problems

that haven't been
addressed in years.

And now, the mayor, who gave me the
job is leaving office in November,

and I don't know
who I'm working for.

Meanwhile, I got a State's Attorney who
is showboating the Freddie Gray case

and has lost the support
of my rank-and-file.

I have a police union
that fights every change,

and I got a job...

I have a job that
changes hands every year.

So, anyone I try to charge
or discipline can say,

"Screw him, he'll be
gone in six months."

But telling you all of this...

I still want to turn
this department around.

Two Baker 12, 10-31,
B&E in progress...

And what's your
name, little girl?

Clean down here. Hey!
Any luck up there?

Yeah, man. Found
a loaded pistol.

Pretty lil' Ruger.

Don't say anything.

- Daddy?
- Baby girl, everything's going to be okay.

- What you got? Any cash?
- No, just a gun. Check out the dresser.

- You good, Sarge?
- Keep looking. It's got to be somewhere.

Yeah.

Shit.

Hey! Gun number
two. Yeah, niggas!

That's what the fuck
I'm talking about, boy.

Quit playing with us.

And he shaved the serial
numbers off. Look at this shit.

Hey, take the guns downstairs.
Let him see that shit.

Ten-four. Bet. Here is the
ammo. Get into it. Yeah, boy!

Shit, we found not one,
but two motherfucking guns!

Ain't nothing in
the back room. You?

No, nothing so far.

Nothing else up
here, you all ready?

On the Kitmore Road raid, what you
took, did you spread that money around?

I got greedy on that one.

I kept it all.

Maybe that's why the feds know.

Your co-defendants are talking.

Is Kesha with Kesha? Bro, tell
her to tell Kesha to hit me up.

- Is that the girl with the fat ass?
- Tell her to give her my number.

That's the one I showed
you a picture of.

- Damn.
- Hey, nigga. Quit playing!

Hold on, hold on,
baby. One second.

Hey, order me a six-piece
combo with a Sprite, Sarge.

Give me a
six-piece-combo-with-Sprite money.

Sarge, I'm almost done with
this Davon Robinson report.

- Take the money, nigga.
- Yo.

Did we get any cash out that joint?
How much money should I put down?

- Money?
- Yeah.

Can you add on a six-piece combo
with a Sprite to that, sweetheart?

- He trying to torment me with that.
- Sarge, Davon Robinson report.

- You talking about money from our raid?
- Yes. Yes.

Here's your money right
here. How much do you want?

So, this weird shit.
Sarge, I'm just saying.

- How much do you want?
- Should I put down zero or what?

Come on, man, if I came across some
money, you'd have known about it, man.

I always fucking share.
Ain't that right, Danny?

Yeah, the Sergeant always
likes to spread it around.

- Like fertilizer.
- You heard him, fertilizer.

Like Gondo's girl's ass.

Hey, shut your ass up. You wouldn't
even know what to do with all this ass.

You're still on the
phone with her? My bad.

Yeah, you heard?

- Board's getting full of drug players.
- But no other cops yet. Aside from Gondo.

Speaking of which.

Look, baby, I'm sorry, lot of
dumb shit going on at work.

You there?

Men make time for what
they want to make time for.

Shit, you been reading them woman
magazines again. Look, girl...

- Is that our guy?
- Yeah,

he's all the way in the dog
house with his girlfriend.

Missed date night, again.

I got to mark this down as a
non-pertinent, but before I do,

listen to some of
this ball-busting.

Baby, do you even know what it
means to be in a motherfucking war?

- We at war with half the damn city.
- The shit you talk...

For real, we bringing in guns. We
snatching drugs, one case to the next.

And I'm keeping you with all the court
pay and overtime and working my ass off...

- To hear him tell it, he's a hero.
- You come to bust

on me for this shit.

Drug war justifies a lot.

All right.

Who's better than you, kid.

Swear to God, dude. All right,
let's do it then, come on.

- You got that?
- I've got half a dozen humps,

and Wayne fucking Jenkins.

What'd you bring
in this time, Rook?

We got the four-five, three Z's bagged,
QP of weed, and a little over three grand.

Born to work
plainclothes, ain't you?

You know how it goes,
Sarge. It's what we do.

One second. What's
going on, baby?

He what? Hang on, slow down.
He what? Is he still there?

Okay. No, don't sign
nothing, all right?

You just keep him there,
you understand me?

No. Keep him there,
I'm on my way.

- Motherfucker.
- What's up?

This contractor asshole

just changed up all the quotes
on Kristy for the new house.

I got to go, man. I got to go
straighten this motherfucker out.

Now? Who's going to submit
all this shit at ECU.

- Sarge, my wife needs me.
- Fuck her needs!

Take your fucking skirt off and
get over here. We got work to do.

- All right, come on. Let's bag it up then.
- Yeah, let's bag it up.

Fuck me, man. Always a
line down here, dude.

I fucking got
places I got to be.

- Man, we all got somewhere to be.
- Hey, man, no, I really do.

Here we go, man. Fuck
you, Wayne. Golden boy.

Look at you all proud and shit.

What's this, your first time down here.
Come through with a BB gun or something?

I know that look, asshole.
What's in the bag this time?

- I mean you know me, jackpot.
- Quit bragging, dude.

That's the way it is man. Hey, you
got a big dick, you wear tight pants.

Just because you plainclothes flex squad
motherfuckers get to do what you want.

- Running all wild and shit.
- We're hunters, dawg.

- We get to hunt.
- Yeah.

Jenkins, get your ass to
the front of the line.

I can do that.
Appreciate you, Sarge.

You keep giving me good stats,
and I'll get you what you need.

Jesus, get a room, you two.

You know who that is, right?
That's Mickey Fries, man.

He's got Southeast flex, man,

but I'll tell you what, he
got the whole Eastern shook!

Motherfuckers be yelling,

"Mickey Fries out! Mickey Fries
out!" Everybody starts to run.

That's real police, man. You
don't know nothing about that.

Just sign the forms, and I'll
stay around to process everything.

- I appreciate you, Sarge.
- Now, go help your wife, family man.

You know I will. Hey,
you keep it sexy, bro.

Special Agent Jensen, you
are hereby relieved of duty.

You're early. But
I won't complain.

- Anything to note?
- Pretty quiet.

Couple of false starts that
turned into non-pertinents.

You get out of here, and
get yourself some rest.

No rest for me. I've
got flute practice.

As in, a woodwind instrument?
Wow. You're a flautist.

Flautist. I flaut. Call
me if anything pops off.

Young in'.

Holy shit. As I live and breathe.
I heard you were a house cat now.

Just biding my time.

Trying for an even 30
before I put my papers in.

- Where were you before?
- Permanent midnight, Sector Two.

I like my days to myself. Before
that I had the Flex Squad.

But fuck it, son,
I got out of there.

- You didn't like plainclothes?
- Man, I didn't like what we were doing.

Jumping out on old
heads and children.

Everybody getting paid, and
nothing getting no better.

This job, man, it's changed.

I guess you glad you
got to homicide, right?

Murder still murder.

- So, what you doing up here?
- You got a Jaquan Dixon?

His name is on a report
I'm interested in.

Check out back. Charlie shift is
shaping up so he's probably there.

Tall, young brother
with a light beard.

- Be easy, Billy.
- You too, man.

- Jaquan Dixon?
- All day.

Suiter. Homicide.

- Big time.
- I'm looking for some help

on a shots-fired call
you handled last week.

The one on Hilldale. At the old
lady's house. What about it?

- Call came in anonymous, right?
- Yeah. Bunch of assholes popping off,

- but no one gets hit.
- You get any names from anyone?

By the time we roll up,
everybody's been gone.

Why are you pulling it up now?

It's half a block from my
murder. I have the Fenwick case.

Right. The dude in the alley.

Well, it was just a hunch. In
case, you caught a name or two.

No names. But I was one of
the last guys at the scene,

and this did happen
at a grandma's house,

and I wanted to make sure she
was good. But I guess she was,

because her old ass blew me off.

- You got the casings, right?
- What?

I submitted spent casings
to ECU, five of them.

Also a spent round that
broke a car window.

- You did?
- My Sergeant said fuck it, why bother?

You know, if no one was shot.

But I mean, I don't mind a ride
downtown and a little paperwork.

My man. Respect.

You want to roll through the scene?
It's right up the street. Come on.

I look at my son and can't help
but see the facts between us.

That there could easily be
a piece of glass between us.

So, I kiss the ground every night,
I'll never know when my time's up.

To be a Black man in America is
to live every day in a lineup.

Let's hear it one more time for
West Baltimore's own Tariq Touré.

He's truly a voice, and this
city is lucky to have him.

Alongside his fellow
panelists, D. Watkins...

Doctor Zauditu-Selassie, who'll
be in the back signing books.

Hey, remember to
pay for them first.

And thank you all
for coming out.

Fact of the matter is I'm not
really a political writer.

You should probably
go talk to D.

I will. But people told me
I should reach out to you

because of the work you do on
racism and police violence.

- So, how long have you been doing this?
- Feels like forever.

But I started going extra hard after
Freddie Gray was killed, you know?

We already knew how trash
our police department was.

Trash. But the world
got to take it in.

So, what's your take
on the mayor's race?

Politics drains the souls
of righteous people.

They volunteered to work at the
slaughterhouse. All of them.

Okay, and the new
police commissioner?

Kevin Davis? You know, he
gives out his personal cell.

Says he has an open door policy
for everyone in the community.

- He does that?
- I mean, yeah,

but he doesn't
pick up the phone.

In my experience, I
mean, I called him twice.

Davis is also a
politician, right?

Anybody who could keep
Gray's killers on payroll,

plus those brutal cops who are plastered
in that long article in the Sun

with their crimes on
display, city payouts, right?

And you cannot clean the floor with
a bucket of dirty water, can you?

Dirty water can
still put out a fire.

Not the fires in this city.

So, I'm seeing this chick, Misty,
classic High land town whore.

Fried hair, smells like an
ashtray, bad perfume on top.

Hey, man, pull up on
these two right here.

What's going on, gentlemen?

Guys, do me a favor, just wrap things
up for us. Go on inside the house.

What you mean? We live here,
man. We not doing nothing.

Chill.

Hey, my man, did you hear me
say you were doing something?

We got a lot going on tonight. We need
the streets clear. So, go inside. Now.

- Let's go.
- Appreciate it. Get the fuck out of here.

So, Misty used to strip
right over at the Ritz.

- Yeah.
- You know, on Broadway?

Some big, old ass
for a white girl.

Now, circle around on these
two, man. Fuck. Fucking kids.

Man, I'm trying to
fucking be nice.

- Need a backup unit.
- Now, you're going to jail.

- You understand me?
- Don't move, man.

Fuck off them steps.

- These my steps. I ain't going nowhere.
- Your steps, motherfucker?

Don't!

Don't fucking fight me, motherfucker.
Give me your hands, you motherfucker.

You want to talk
that fucking shit?

Say it again. Still want
to talk that fucking shit?

Hey, come on. That's
enough, Wayne. Christ!

- Yeah, now it's enough.
- Chill, man.

That's my fuckin' brother,
man. I hope you feel better!

You got a big fucking
mouth, you know that?

That's fucked up!

- You said you want to see me, Sarge?
- Shut the door.

Okay.

What's going on?

Brother, you fucked
up. Big time.

I mean, two guys enjoying a beer on
their steps. What the fuck, dude?

What? Those assholes?
They came back on it?

You left witnesses and
a fucked-up arrestee

who had to go to
Hopkins for stitches.

They came in with a
pretty legit complaint.

Look, I gave them a chance.

I told them, "Hey, get
the fuck on inside."

I mean, that's... I circled the
block. One of them mouths-off to me.

Wayne, you could lose your
job over shit like this.

Lose my...

Hang on. Hang on.
Look, maybe things

you know, got out of hand.

You know, maybe I took
it a little bit...

What?

Are you guys...

- You guys fucking with me? Fuck, Sarge.
- Wayne, calm down.

You're an earner and
you work your ass off.

We are always going
to protect you.

But, seriously, you
could've been nailed.

The problem is you
half-assed the paperwork.

Look, I... Yeah, I'll be
honest with you. I just...

Yeah, I didn't really think
this was much of anything.

Look here.

Always start with the attack.

A threat to your safety can
never be mentioned enough.

Yeah.

See, it has to seem standard
to anyone looking at this

that you and any other officers
were in serious danger.

I know.

I don't even see the part in
here about the broken bottle,

had to hear about that
from your partner.

I mean, yeah. Look, that
fucker, he didn't just drop it.

I mean, yeah, he did.
He threw it right at me.

I mean, luckily, LT,
I am an elite athlete.

Know what I mean? I mean, he would've
hit me right in the fucking grill

if I hadn't been so nimble, you
know, so... No, you're right, Sarge.

I just didn't think this
one mattered. I got sloppy.

- Rewrite that son of a bitch, okay?
- All right. I hear you. I'm on it.

You motherfucker. You scared
the shit out of me, man.

- Yo.
- Yo, you got it done, right?

Just pulled them over, at North
and Gay, a couple blocks below you.

The White boy, right?
The one we talked about.

Yeah. Him and his girl.

He got the money and
the gun, like I said?

- You hungry yet? I'm thinking Thai...
- Gondo is on the line.

But you hold up.
We ain't rushing.

Because I told them I had his
shit, but I ain't got nothing.

I ain't got nothing here no
more, no Xannies, no nothing.

Right.

Yeah, you don't need nothing. He
ain't going to make it to you.

We're not rushing.

I got to make my own plan now,
just in case some shit go wrong.

- Yeah.
- Where you at?

I'm at the Prime Rib
having steak au poivre.

- How fast can you get to North Avenue?
- Why?

Gondo's at a traffic stop and it's
coming across kind of strange.

Gondo's on the wire right now?

Oh, crap. All right.

North and what?

- North and Gay.
- Don't let him go. I don't got his shit.

- Did they find anything?
- Hold up.

Give me your shit. The
fuck are you doing?

What's with these
Howard County fuckers?

This motherfucker is just scared.
So scared, it got me nervous.

Man, fuck this. I'm hungry. Let them
buy their little drugs and leave.

No, no, no. There's a gun
in there. Hold up, bro.

Gang's all here.

- Gondo, Ray am, Hersl, and I think Allers.
- Yo, he usually got the shit in back.

All right, fuck
this. I want lunch.

- I'm hungry.
- Hey, bro, you...

Hersl, you got no chill, man.

- Get the fuck out of the car.
- What the fuck I do?

Get the fuck out of the car.

- Put your hands behind your head.
- Hands behind your head.

Go.

- Sit down. Put your legs out.
- Come on man, what did we do?

- The fuck did I do, man?
- Don't you fucking worry about it, man.

Hey, man, keep that shit moving.

They're going to go
inside the guy's pockets.

Oh, yeah.

- We got a little something there.
- What the fuck are you doing, man?

Get off me. Are you kidding me?

- Shut the fuck up.
- There ain't no gun in here.

- Keep looking. It's in there.
- All right.

Where you put it?

- Motherfucker, you sure?
- The gun is in his right pocket.

- His jacket.
- And you saw that shit?

Yeah. He carries it every time he
comes because he got so much money,

he be scared. He should have
like 600 or 700 dollars on him.

Hey.

- Thinking he could get robbed.
- Check his jacket, yo.

He ain't wearing a fucking
jacket. He's wearing a t-shirt.

Hey, man. Just check the shit.

Yo. Dick-lip. Where's
your jacket? In the back?

I don't have a jacket, man.

Oh, yeah? You don't have a jacket?
All right, man. Calm the fuck down.

He's checking, he said
he ain't got nothing.

They searched him and
it ain't in there.

It ain't in his pockets, man.

He's shaking his head saying
he ain't got nothing on him.

They searched him already.
It ain't in his pockets.

- He carries it every time he comes.
- Man, you bugging. You got...

What you got?

I like that sound. You not going to
like that sound, but I like that.

- Oh, shit.
- Hey.

- Look at that.
- Hey.

- Ain't she cute?
- I told you, motherfuckers.

Ain't she cute?

- We out here, brother.
- Come on, man.

That's a cute little...
Don't wake her.

- Look at that.
- Stupid motherfucker.

- We eating tonight, yeah!
- What?

- Your girl got a point.
- Nice one, Gondo.

When this guy lands at Central
booking and makes his phone call

we're going to want
a recording of it.

That her, on the
porch signifying?

Yeah, that's her. She wouldn't
give me no play at all.

A lot of people don't like to
talk to us. I wonder the hell why.

Shells were scattered right
over there by the curb.

That car window was
shattered over here.

Looked inside and there was a pretty
clean bullet sitting on the backseat,

plain as day.

Young lady, can I talk to you?

- I ain't got time. Excuse me.
- Hold on. Baltimore Homicide.

What's your name?
Do you live here?

- This my boyfriend house. Why?
- Well, what's your boyfriend's name?

- Sir, what do you want with us?
- What's his name?

- Tae. Nobody did anything. Can I go?
- Okay. One sec. What's your name?

- Ebony.
- Ebony?

Do you or Tae own a gun?

I'm going to go in the house.
I'm not arrested, right?

No, but we're going to
find out what happened

and where those bullets we
found out here came from.

When we do, somebody's
going to get locked up.

- Can I go?
- Have a fine day.

- Ms. Ebony got something to hide.
- Yeah.

I live here.

You understand me? You all
come and go, but I live here.

- I understand.
- So do I, Ms. Greene. This is my post.

You remember, I tried to talk to you
about this the other day when it happened.

I guess you think you're doing good
policing up in this neighborhood.

Ma'am, we want to do a good job.

Now, I understand why you
feel how you do about police.

But a good man died around the corner
from here. I mean, a working man,

just like me. Me and that
clean brother up on your wall.

And I was in the service
too. Is that your husband?

My late husband.

You know, we were one of the first
Black families to buy up on this block.

It was beautiful.

Believe it or not,
it was beautiful.

Mrs. Greene

we're not asking you to come
to court or anything like that.

We just need a little help.

Can you tell us anything?

Anything at all about the shooting
that took place across the street?

Any little thing will help.

Ms. Ireane up on the
corner, she has a grandson.

That boy is a
devil. A true devil.

That's all I have to say.

- One more thing.
- That's all I have to say.

In that sense, Ms. Steele, I'm
not sure what we could tell you

that's going to change your mind.
I mean, you folks came into town

with these preconceived notions
and you're going to act on those,

no matter what we tell you.

We came to town because
the newspaper here

reported on all the cash
settlements the city had paid out

to victims of police misconduct.
A string of brutality cases...

Claimed misconduct.

Those settlements did not admit to
any fault on the part of the officers.

But cash settlements,
nonetheless.

And sufficiently concerning
is that the mayor invited

an outside assessment
of the department.

The same mayor who lost
control of the city

and let the Freddie Gray
riots tear through downtown.

Do you believe the new mayor will be
more sympathetic to your officers?

It's not as though Catherine
Pugh is running on law-and-order.

We'll see. But if she
ties up this department

in a federal consent decree,
and we can't police effectively,

then she'll have the same
political problems as Stephanie.

Can I ask you something,

not as union president,
just for my edification?

Are Baltimore police
engaged in a work slowdown

because of the Freddie
Gray indictments?

Arrest numbers are way, way down,
even as violence in the city is up.

The union does not in any
way endorse a job action.

But if you are asking

if there are officers
who won't risk indictment

for trying to clear a
corner or make an arrest...

I think that's
probably the case.

Would you risk your freedom
for trying to make an arrest

if you knew a prosecutor
might come behind you

with an indictment
for false arrest?

- If the arrest is legitimate.
- You're talking about probable cause.

Ms. Steele, the courts themselves
keep changing their mind

on the rules of when we can detain,
or stop-and-frisk, or arrest someone.

Every year, the Supreme Court

has a new version of what
the Fourth Amendment says.

And here comes Mosby,
our State's Attorney,

not only charging a murder

because Gray died of undetermined
causes in the back of a police wagon,

but charging the officers who arrested
that man who had a knife for false arrest.

- Charging them criminally.
- Any Baltimore cop doesn't want to risk

using his handcuffs
after seeing all that.

- Can you blame them?
- When all the acquittals come in,

and they will,

we'll see if we go through
another round of riots

- or the new mayor will defend the city.
- Could there ever be a moment

where a police officer performed
their job in such a manner

that you would agree with a finding
that he or she should be fired

for abusive behavior or brutality?
Could that ever happen in Baltimore?

- Certainly.
- Has it ever happened?

We are a labor
union, Ms. Steele.

We are here to
support our members.

I'm going to need it for bail.

They gave me back your wallet.
It was empty. There was nothing.

Because it wasn't in the wallet.
It was in the money clip.

- The cash was all in my clip.
- He didn't give me back no clip.

Thieving fucking cops took all of it.
Amy, you need to get me out of here.

Courtesy of the City
Detention Center.

- We got them stealing in real time.
- Which ones?

Gondo, Ray am, Allers,
Hersl, on that car stop.

I had eyes on all of
them the whole time.

Are we having fun or what?

I don't know what to
think. We got Bedard.

Maybe Guthrie. After that, we
ain't got nothing but shit.

They won't pay for pitching.
They say they're rebuilding.

The Orioles have been
rebuilding for fucking forever.

They used to have a pharmacist.

That's right. It's called the
Oriole Way. But not anymore.

Jenkins. What you drinking, boy?

What it is, man. What you
got? What you working with?

No. Fuck that. You
got to chip in.

- Now, come on. What's going on, man?
- Come on. Pay up. Pay up.

I see. My girl said when a
nigga start patting his pockets

when you ask him
for money, he broke.

- Not what your girl said to me, man.
- Okay.

Tell you what, I got that overtime coming.
I'll get you like Tuesday or some shit.

No. Keep that shit, Jenkins. You might
need it to buy a maxi-pad or something.

- Damn. Shit. You all got steaks, huh?
- Yeah. We ain't fucking around.

All right. Well,
shit. Okay, Danny.

I might have to go into
the old secret stash then.

There it is.

Motherfucker, you finally get
promoted to citywide plainclothes,

and you can't fill them pockets with
a shit ton of money? How that work?

- Give me one of those fat ones, man.
- Yeah, all right.

I'll tell you what
your problem is.

See, I can get drunk
for a week off 20 bucks.

Nobody told y'all to get
all this high-call bullshit.

I mean, come on, Danny.
What's happening to you, man?

What is this shit
right here, man?

What the fuck is this
bougie-ass bottle, man?

What the fuck is
Pat-Ron, anyway?

It's Patron tequila, Wayne.

You might as well still be in uniform
if you going to carry shit like that.

"Pat-ron."

Danny, I know what the fuck it is,
man. I'm just fucking with you, man.

You got me?

Don't know what the
fuck you're laughing at.

- This shit's funny?
- Yeah, a little funny.

Tell you what's fucking funny
is your fucking police work.

That's what funny, dude.

That's what's fucking funny.

Do you ever fucking
lock the door, Donny?

Damn, look at you up there.

- Looks like times are tough, Donny.
- Yeah. It's all right, man.

But not without those
letters of recommendation,

- one of which was yours.
- Hey, man, I do what I can.

State wouldn't give me
no bondsman license.

I got a fundamental belief
in second chances, Donny.

- It's just who I am.
- Ain't that the truth.

But you know, I'm gonna
use that second chance

to make some real bank now.

I'm sure you will.

But you're doing all right.

I mean, you're doing real
well, right? You're like

citywide now, right?

- Oh, yeah. Organized Crime Division.
- Well, that's big time.

Oh, yeah. Whatever. Now I just gotta
go get paid like them other guys.

Let's go look at some women.
That'll get your spirits up.

Fuck, yeah. Let's get go
look at some pussy, man.

All right, man. I got
to change my shirt, man.

I smell like a fucking
elephant's asshole, man.

Come on. Let's go. Double D.

Holy shit.

Goddamn queen, look at her,
man. She's a goddamn queen.

What's going on, girl?

What's going on with that?

Hey. Look at that Amazon
queen right there.

- Go for it, man.
- I'll leave my wife for her, man.

I'll leave my wife for
her. I'll do it tonight.

Do it. I ain't stopping you.

Who's the queen?

Hello.

- Wow.
- Yeah, wow.

- Wow.
- Wow. What's your name?

I want to eat you up.

Look at those big, old
lips. Girl, you're so sexy.

- Can I touch you?
- Hold on.

- Can I touch you?
- Hold on.

You want to buy a bottle of champagne
and come with me to the back room?

- Yeah. All right.
- Yeah?

- What's gonna happen in the back room?
- You got to buy the bottle first.

- How much is that going to cost me?
- Two hundred. And then a tip for me.

- That's a little rich for my blood.
- I don't think so. I don't think so.

I think so. Can we
negotiate a little bit?

Don't worry about
it, bro. I got this.

- Go on.
- For real?

- Oh, yeah. I got you, man. Here.
- See? He got you.

I see how you worked the man.

- Let's go.
- Wait. You're not police, right?

Come on, girl. Man,
fuck the police.

All right. All right. And that's
just for starters, all right?

- Okay.
- Yeah. You take care of my boy.

- You already know.
- You already know, D. You already know.

- Let's go.
- Let's go. Double D!

So, how's Baltimore?

I'd like to say I've seen worse,
but I can't remember where.

Half the department has quit working to
protest the Freddie Gray indictments,

and the other half can't
stop beating on people.

And both halves tell me the
job can't be done legally.

Assuming she wins in
November, which she should,

will the new mayor
be cooperative?

Pugh? Well, we haven't met her
yet. But Police Commissioner Davis,

he tells me that he doesn't know if
she's on board for the consent decree.

That's different
from Rawlings-Blake.

Davis thinks that her campaign donors,
the developers, are telling her

that the consent decree
will bankrupt the city.

- What do you think of him?
- He says the right things.

To me, he's pro-reform, caught
between rocks and hard places.

But?

I get that he inherited a mess
of a department, but I just...

I don't see a man that's ready
to take on the status quo.

He told me privately, he's
never seen a department

where so few cops are
interested in police work.

That he doesn't know
who he can rely on.

- He said that?
- He told me something else.

- He said he thinks he's got cops stealing.
- Yeah, I'm hearing that too.

So, how are things
here in Washington?

A little nauseous right now,
what with these early primaries.

I mean, can you believe it?

- Where you been?
- On the street.

- No, seriously.
- I was on the street.

Goddamn. Yes, yes,
yes. I got a match.

- Two good bullets.
- Which case?

Fenwick case.

- The Fenwick bullet matches what else?
- A shots-fired call around the corner.

Bullets from a
shots-fired? No vic?

Who the hell recovers a bullet
on that shit? Seriously.

Ebony. Ebony! Where's Tae?

I need to talk to him.
Look, do not play with me.

He's a suspect in a murder.

And if I find out you're hiding
him, you're going to jail too.

You know what? Fuck this.
Let's go downtown. Come!

At his cousin's house, by that
McDonald's off of North Avenue.

I don't know the address. Pull
your phone out. Pull it out.

I'm going to give you one chance to
help yourself and you need to take it.

Was Tae involved in the shooting
that happened around here?

Call him. Tell him to meet you here now.
Do you really want this kind of trouble?

Is this guy worth it?

Work, work, work,
work, work, work, work.

Ray am and Gondo
gave us this one.

- Davon Robinson.
- AKA Wooda.

Allers robbed him right in front
of his girl and two children.

If he had been so good as to share it
with Gondo and the others on the raid,

they might not be putting
him in so quickly now.

Where's Robinson now?

Not DOC and not court side. I don't
see anything on the active docket.

Well, let's talk to him. Part
of tightening up these cases

is getting the
victims to cooperate.

Put some of these guys on the stand
and you make it real to a jury.

I don't think he's going to
agree to testify against police.

Well, he might when we tell him Allers
and the rest are already locked up

and that the U.S. Attorney's Office
is going to look out for him.

Let's bring him in
and I'll lay it out.

- Help y'all?
- Hello. I'm Erika Jensen with the FBI.

Is Davon Robinson around?
We'd like to talk to him.

FBI? You looking to
speak with Davon?

Grandma, can you
come get this baby?

She's pretty.

Thank you.

Is this Davon's daughter?

Looks more like her
daddy every day.

All right.

That takes care of Devante Brim.

Now, let's give his house a
good toss and find some guns.

Shit, she almost likes you.

I didn't hear the garage door.

I left the car in the driveway. I was
trying not to make too much noise.

How was work?

Actually

work was really good.

- That's a switch.
- A murder is down because of me.

Me and a cop, a kid who
actually did his damn job.

It's down.

It wouldn't be down without us,
so work was just about perfect.

I'm so proud of you.

Detective Suiter.

- So, you up now?
- At 3:00 in the morning?

I'm not that proud.

Henderson? That motherfucker?
That's the biggest fucking waste

of a big body I ever seen, dude.

He look mean but he's soft as fuck.
Let's get this. Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Hey, Sues, give us another
round. What's up, Suit?

- Hey.
- I love him, man. He came through.

- I told you.
- You know, we try to do our best.

- Yeah.
- Hey, man, you lucky as fuck.

Man, I'm just ordering
another round. Sit down, man.

Yeah.

Don't look at him too long
there, Sue. He belong to me.

Got it, Wayne.

- Y'all look torched, man.
- Yeah, man. We are.

- There's a reason for that.
- Yeah.

Dude, you got some
good fucking timing.

He shows up right when the
fucking round is being poured.

That's something else, man.

Hold on, I got to hit the head
though. I'll get the next round.

All right? And nobody, nobody
drives tonight. You hear me?

- Y'all won't be driving nowhere tonight.
- Look, Sue, take the keys from these guys.

- Sue, you gonna take my keys?
- I'll take your keys.

- I'll drive you home myself, Wayne.
- I didn't order this...

Stop, man. I saved
it for Suit, man.

What's up? How you
doing, man? What's good?

What do we think of him, man?

- Sean?
- Yeah.

You know him better than me. I
mean, you've been with him in SES.

Can we trust him?

Yeah, I've heard good things.

Well, I guess you're
going to find out.

Fuck, Wayne.

When's the last time
you ate some real food?

Come on, dawg. I need that sugar
rush before I bang on shitheads.

You want a bite?

- I'm good.
- You sure? I got plenty up there.

Look at this shit.

Looks like a regular,
old car wash.

Ain't no car wash.
This is a gold mine.

That. See that chubby
fucker right there?

That's the fool we been up on, man.
I'm telling you that dude is a monster.

There goes his
powerboat right there.

- That's his boat?
- Yeah. It's about to be our boat.

These motherfuckers, late as shit.
How the fuck am I waiting on you all?

Y'all ready to get famous?

- Let's go.
- It's go time.

You two, take that front door.

If anybody tries you, you break
their ass. You understand me?

- Good?
- Yeah.

Let's go. Police. Let me see your hands.
On the ground. Get down on the ground.

Check out that door right
there. On the fucking ground.

Hey, man, on the ground.

Get down! Get down! Get down!

- You good?
- What the fuck is this?

- Turn that shit off.
- Hey! Hey! To the wall, to the wall.

Hey, man, let's get him
off the ground, please.

Are you serious?

What's going on,
Mr. Conley? You good, sir?

We got a bottle of water coming
in for you right now, okay?

Look, I'm going to
level with you, sir.

If you make this easy on me,

I'm going to make this
easy on you, all right?

Now, me and my detectives,

we are aware that there are narcotics
and firearms on these premises.

- Can you tell me where they're at, sir?
- You got a warrant?

Come on, big dawg. You know, I'm
going to keep it a hundred with you.

Now, look, you help me out,

I'm going to get you up
out of this, all right?

Do what you got to do, Wayne.

My goodness. Be all
stubborn? Goddamn.

It's going to be
like that? All right.

I mean, I could
just gut this place.

I'm going to give you
another shot, Mr. Conley.

Why don't you tell me
where the works at, sir?

Last chance.

All right.

Ain't going to be a car
wash when I'm done with it.

Going to tell you
that right now.

Oops. Got to be all
fucking stubborn.

Trying to help your ass,

but you're gonna be all
fucking big and tough.

All right.

What's up, bitch? I love this.

You're doing this, sir. This ain't me,
it's you. I gave you a shot, right?

You want to say something
now? Should we keep going?

How about that?

You still don't want to say
shit? How about that? Fuck.

Wayne.

- Gorilla looking ass motherfucker.
- Fuck you, Wayne.

- Say that shit again, bitch.
- You fucking faggot.

It's like that?

Be quiet, boy. Ain't nothing
tough about you, bitch.

- Is that right?
- I got you.

- Is that, right?
- Wayne.

- I got you.
- That's a nice fucking TV.

Goddamn, dude, with that
fuckin'... Fucking Sony.

Wayne.

What's it now, motherfucker?

Take the cuffs off, I'll
bust your motherfucking ass.

- You call me a faggot, motherfucker?
- Wayne. Wayne.

This ain't no regular
table. Come check the table.

This ain't no regular table.

- Fucking scared of you.
- This ain't no regular table.

Flip this bitch over.

Fuck.

- Fuck!
- Okay.

You got something to say now?

Somebody going away a long time.
Fucking jackpot up in here.

Oh, yeah.

Goddamn. You know, sometimes
the hard way works.

Hey, get them guys in here.

- Fuck you!
- I'll tell you what, big dawg,

you're going to jail a long fucking
time. Man, get him the fuck out of here.

Hey, man. That's some great
fucking police work, dawg.

- Hey.
- That's a fucking...

Hey, man, I didn't know I
was here with Super cop.

Motherfucker got a
silencer. Look at this.

Oh, my goodness.

Goddamn, Sean, I tell you what, man.
You doing the damn thing. And a brick.

And a motherfucking brick.

That's some good-ass
fucking police work, dawg.

Yeah. We got about
45, 50 Gs up in there.

Yeah.

You have got, like,
six guns, brick.

Fucking powerboat out there.

I don't know. What
you think, man?

Shit, Wayne.

- What? There's patrol outside. We...
- Okay.

We can't walk out of
here with 50,000 dollars.

- Come on, man. Come on.
- Okay. You're right. Okay.

So, we got the brick. We got six guns.
We got the motherfucking powerboat.

Say about 4 Gs in drug money.

You know something, I'm going
to call it in like that, dawg.

- That's what we're doing.
- Wayne.

- Wayne. Wayne.
- Hey, hey, hey.

I said that's what we're doing.

I'm going to bag that shit
up. We going to get the guys.

They're going to
get the rest of it.

Call a camera crew, big dawg.

That's some beautiful
fucking police work.

Congratulations.

A decorated police officer.

Do you know how many guns
he's taken off the street?

How many lives he saved?
He's a family man.

And has served this city
for most of his adult life.

"Decorated police officer."

"Hero cop."

What you got me accused of here?

Taking some money?

Okay. Yeah, maybe.
But I did my job.

I brought guns and
drugs off these streets.

I never hurt no one.

- You never hurt anyone?
- Fuck no.

What about Davon Robinson?

- Who?
- The young father

that you took 10,000 from.

The raid on Kitmore Road. Supplement
reports say no money seized,

but we know different.

Don't we, Sergeant Allers?

- That ten grand you stole...
- It's about that time.

Make sure you pick up some
milk on your way back.

Davon Robinson owed
it to his supplier.

Bye, baby.

Those kinds of street debts

don't get forgiven.

Shit.

Hey, let's go, nigga. Peel
off. Peel off. Go, go!

I'll confer with my client.

Fuck you.

Okay.

How about when I called
him a gorilla, dawg?

Tell you what, Brass going to be
sucking our dicks for this one, man.

Probably get a
medal or some shit.

That was a good-ass eye on
that table, man. That was...

Man, you got an eye, dawg.

That was some serious
police work, man.

- A good day.
- Bet your ass it was a good day.

I don't know, man. Shit.

What you don't know, man?
It's yours. You earned it.

Man, you don't realize what happened
today, man. That was a bad motherfucker.

A bad fucking person. We
got him off the street, man.

- Yeah, but...
- We got his guns and his dough.

Hang on, let me finish. You know,
we could've died today, right?

Walk into that shop

motherfucking heads blown off.

That risk sure as shit ain't worth
what I bring home every two weeks, man.

Fuck that.

My babies can't eat no
fucking medal, Sean.

A folded flag because I
take a bullet for a city

that don't give
two fucks about us.

What do we do this for?

This is a lot.

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