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- They got Honey Nut Cheerios in here?
- Shit.

Yo, back the fuck up, motherfucker!

My man here saved my spot, yo.

Shame we hadn't more time together.

We could have made us a couple of babies.

Ain't nobody see shit.

- How's that for a message?
- Not bad.

Except the price on your head
ain't for four figures, it's for five.

For that kind of money,
I should have done you my own self.

So who's doing the bounty?

A West Side player by the name of Marlo.

Marlo? Can't say I know the man.

- He know you.
- Can you get me a phone call?

I can do you one better than that.

Who you calling?

- Police.
- The police?

Man owe me a favor.

When you walk through the garden

Watch your back

Well I beg your pardon

Walk the straight and narrow track

If you walk with Jesus

He'll save your soul

Gotta keep the devil down in the hole

He's got fire and the fury

At his command

Well, you don't got to worry

Hold on to Jesus' hand

We'll be safe from Satan

When the thunder rolls

But you gotta keep the devil

Down in the hole

Oh yeah, mm

We'll be safe from Satan

Gotta keep the devil

Down in the hole

Keep him in the hole
In the hole

Down in the hole
Down in the hole

Keep him in the hole
Keep him in the...

Down in the hole
Down in the hole

Keep him in the hole
Keep him in the...

Down in the hole
Down in the hole

Crime, violence, drugs,
drug addiction, failing schools.

All of these social problems in Baltimore City
over and over again.

And on June 8th, when I had to write
a column for the next day,

some statistics had just come out
from the FBI

showing an uptick
in some of Baltimore's crime.

And we also had a spate of five killings
in a two- or three-day period.

And, you know, the idea of sitting down again

and writing another column on this subject,
I don't know if it is important,

yet here I am, a citizen of Baltimore,

and I take my citizenship as seriously
as I take my credentials as a columnist.

I said, "What am I gonna say?
What can I say about this?"

If the killings continue -
between 250 and 300 homicides a year...

- Top of the world.
- Top of the world.

I knocked off an incumbent mayor, Tony.
That ain't easy.

National party has to take notice.

Young and pretty as you are,
I'm sure they've got ideas.

All you have to do now is run the city.

Tony, I've got to ask you something.

Why didn't you run again after the first term?

I mean, nobody had
the name you had, the organization.

Let me tell you a story, Tommy.

The first day I became mayor,
they sit me down at the desk,

big chair and dark wood,

lots of beautiful things.

I'm thinking, "How much better can it get?"

There's a knock at the door
in the corner of the room,

and Pete comes walking in

carrying this gorgeous Sèvres silver bowl,
hand chased.

It was this big.

"It's from the unions," he says.

So I think it's a present,

something to commemorate
my first day as mayor.

And he walks over, puts it on a desk.

I look down at it.

It's disgusting.
I said, "What the hell is this?"

He said, "What the hell's it look like?"

I said, "It looks like shit.

"What do you want me to do with it?"

He says, "Eat it."

"Eat it?" He says, "Yeah.
You're the mayor. You've got to eat it."

So, OK, it was my first day,
and Pete knows more than I do.

So I go at it.

And just when I finish,
there's a knock on the door.

And in walks Pete carrying
another silver bowl,

and this one's from the blacks.

"This too?" And he nods. I start eating.

And when I'm finished,
there's another knock and another bowl.

This one's from the Polacks.

Then after that, one from the ministers.

And you know what, Tommy?
That's what it is.

You're sitting, eating shit
all day long, day after day,

year after year.

When I realized that,

I decided being a downtown lawyer

and seeing my family every night
made for a fine life.

Just a fine life.

Got that dark horse right here, man.
Dark horse.

Dark horse.

Man, everyone knows
his nigger ain't about to cop, is he?

Spider, Spider, hold on now.

Come on, man.

Why you ain't come past my gym no more?

I been waiting on you for weeks now.

- Talk to me, son.
- You ain't my fuckin' father.

What happened between me and your mom

ain't got shit to do with you
taking advantage of the gym.

Now, man, I'm just saying
you one of my best, boy.

- If I thought it was gonna hurt you...
- Fuck you!

Ain't nobody gonna hurt me. Fuck you.

So step up and step off, unc.

I got customers backing up.

Dark horse.

Dark horse.

Five, and five more.

Shit. That's what that does.

Principal Withers, please, to the cafeteria.

- Last card down. Remember?
- Oh yeah. My bad.

Hey, guys.

You know I don't mind you
coming up here most days to eat lunch,

but I said you can't be gambling.

Yo, Mr. Prezbo, the quarter's
only a, you know, reminder

to remind me that I got 25 shells.

That's all.
Come on, let's see what you got.

Dang. Flush.

- But it don't beat your three nines.
- Yeah, it do.

- It do?
- It do.

It does.

You should have been more
cautious with your bet.

Figure the odds.

- It's our lunch break. Don't be schooling us.
- Hold on. Let him talk.

Well, for starters,
you have to get a count on the diamonds.

You know how many diamonds
there are in a deck?

13.

13, that's right.
Cards is all about knowing the numbers.

With the numbers,
you can calculate the odds.

- Now, Michael had four diamonds showing.
- Hold on. Wait.

What about dice?

I mean, does dice have odds too?

Cos mostly that's what we play.

Dice? Yeah. Sure.

So, can you show us the odds of dice?

- Yeah, man.
- Yeah, man. Teach us dice.

- That'd be hard, man.
- For real.

Here comes that Jailhouse Rick.

The Braddock case?

I take it we now have permission
to solve this fucking case,

seeing as everyone's finished voting.

Solve away, you bold centurions.

You don't have work to do?

Not till I catch a fresh call, no.

- How much can you sell that one for?
- Mint condition, 300.

Fuck me. I need a hobby.

I tried, but he bucked on me.

I just thought he might have
come back past once or twice.

Sherrod's on a truant list, Mr. Cousins.

He hadn't been back
since you last brought him in.

Well, if he does come back past,
you tell him I'm looking for him at home,

and he can come home if he want?

I apologize for taking your time.

I see you up here undercover.

All right. Don't worry, dawg. I'll keep it close.

Mrs. Donnelly?

Does the school have any kind
of collection of board games?

Parcheesi, Trouble, Monopoly?

You're still teaching math, right?

Trying. Yeah.

The book room downstairs.

Stay on the curriculum, Mr. Pryzbylewski,

or you'll have an area
superintendent on our backs.

Remember this, yo?

Not in my case.

Them boys working the case
ain't really in the mood to listen.

As you can see,
I still got the lady-lawyer marker,

and if I recall, a police gun
got fired a while back.

The only reason I'm here
is because of that gun.

As far as Ilene Nathan goes,

she promised a get-out-of-jail-free
on a small felony or two.

This here is a taxpayer murder
with an eyeball witness.

The eyeball witness is lying, yo.
Come on now.

When have you ever known me to put my gun

on anybody that wasn't in the game?

- Omar!
- Old Face Andre is lying on me here.

The store owner...now why would he lie?

Andre working a package out the store.

Folk like that,

they tend to bear a certain resentment
toward folk like me.

If you didn't do this one, you did others...

Shit, I got files on two open doubles last year.

Shotgun shells at both scenes.

What about that stash-house gunfight?

Hm?

What about Stringer Bell
and his muscle dead in the warehouse?

If this one ain't on you,
another dozen probably are.

And if this one goes to court,
you can tell that jury how wrong it is.

I'll be seeing God long before I swear to him
on the stand.

You leave me at courtside and I'm done.

- You know that.
- Yeah?

So you ain't making friends.

I got a bounty on my head, man...five figures.

If I would have known
I'd be sharing quarters with all these boys,

I probably wouldn't have
robbed so many of them.

Aw yeah. That golden rule.

Well, since you feeling all Biblical
and righteous and all,

you think on this.

If Omar ain't killed that delivery lady,
somebody else did.

But you giving him a free walk
right now, though, ain't you?

A man got to have a code.

What's up?

Just the dice.

Grab the dice from any game that has them.

We're using that third edition, right?

- I don't know.
- We're using the third.

What are the new fifth editions
doing sitting down here in a box?

No way.

Big red, y'all. Big reds over here.

What's up, man?

Got your big yellow.

What's up?

Big yellow for you.

Look at you, all business and shit.

Big yellow bird.

Yo, who you bumping with?

Ain't no bump.

They got their corner, I got mine.
Ain't no thing.

You going up the gym today?

I might see you later.

Big yellow.
Big yellow birds over here.

- Well, maybe they with Marlo.
- Ain't with no one.

They're just young 'uns playing in this shit.

So what you want to do?

Don't want to mix here
and bring the police to our shop.

When they step off, you follow.

- Bank 'em good.
- What if they strut?

Yellow, big yellow.

Ain't no need to pop no one,
but they need a warning.

Make sure they know we for real.

Brokeback, man. Brokeback right here.

Fresh from the street. Brokeback.

- Big yellow. Big yellow bird.
- Brokeback.

Tried to bring out who was on me.

Led him to the train station.

How that work?

Had the railroad police on me.

Couldn't smoke.
Guy was pulling the strings.

You need a name.

You get that, I can run it down for y'all.

- I'll get a name.
- Camera still there?

Steal that motherfucker.

No one speaks to it,
then it's the feds sniffing you out.

It's only federals who'd be rich enough
to lose a camera and not go to crying about it.

You steal that bitch
and someone comes knocking, it's local.

Steal that bitch.

See what comes.

Hey, you know the boy used to be
with me running these carts,

go by the name of Sherrod?

I'm...I'm looking for him
with some good news.

So if you spot him, you know,
tell him to come see me.

That's, uh, that's $9 for two, ten for three.

That's ten too. That's a good product.

Ain't none of that alley shit.

People walking in front of the camera
waving hello.

Them Chinese made that shit.

- Yeah.
- You know?

Hey, bro. Much obliged.
It's a good deal, good deal.

- Remember to holler at my boy if you see him.
- A'ight.

All right, here we go!

Bubbles' Depot for my people.

Bubbles take care of your troubles.

Ain't no trouble yet.

All right, all right.

- Take it easy, OK?
- I know you remember me.

All right, be cool with it.

Give it up, nigger.

That's what I'm gonna say to you
every time we meet.

Money or pills, don't care which.

All right, all right. Cool.

I'm getting it.

See?

Smackdown, yo. Ace in the hole.

Motherfucker bad for business, man.

Y'all don't take care
of your neighborhood store?

Officer!

Officer.

How you doing, Officer?
Can you help me out?

I just got robbed.

Thank you, man. They all saw it.

Everybody was here witnessing everything.

- Took your money?
- Yeah, man. Same guy every day.

He went down the alley to Payson Street.

You can cut him off on Lafayette...

You can't sell on the street without a license.

And these movies...
It's copyright infringement.

- Come on, man.
- That's a hefty fine.

That's my ten...

Are you gonna rob me too?

That's what you're gonna do?
Rob me also?

Baltimore's finest right here. Thank you.

Everybody gather up, all right?

Everybody take five and gather up.

Mike, get in here too.

I want everybody that uses the gym
to hear this now.

Most of y'all know I came home
after being in a long time.

And some of y'all...

Shit, all of y'all probably
seen me welcoming the attentions

of some of the ladies who've come past.

Easy.

Now, I realize that some
of these ladies is your relations.

I ain't mean to disrespect y'all
or have any feelings hurt.

All y'all come in here to learn a sport
and better yourselves.

Ain't no need for me to get in the way of that.

All right.

If your witness is in the game,
and Omar jacked him up good...

- What the fuck is this?
- I'm just asking.

Is he kin to you or what?

Vernon, you ran the sheet
on that Old Face, right?

Yeah. He was an asshole. So what?

So what? What's the history?

Do we come behind your casework
talking this kind of shit? Do we?

- Come on.
- No. Fuck you, Bunk.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Soon as he come out the gym,
yo, bank his ass, man.

Make sure that nigger's shook.

He thought I wouldn't handle it.

Said he needed some more proof.

- I don't know about all this beefin', man.
- What, you scared, nigger?

We need to pump
your ass up some more.

Game on.

You coming round the way tomorrow?

I think you should stay off that spot.

Bitch, I'm talking to you!

Man, fuck you.

Fuck!

Mouthing don't work for you, nigger.

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!

Y'all got to take this shit
out of the front of my door.

Namond, go inside.

Man, fuck you!

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, I feel you, man.
Ain't no beef here, though, all right?

Go inside, man.

Yo, what happened to your boy?

What the fuck happened to you?

Ain't nothing.
You need to see how the other nigger look.

- Who was that?
- I can handle that fool.

- You ain't have to step to.
- Shit, no!

You had everything under control.
Look at your face!

Course, I recognize the other boy
was high as all hell.

Anything can jump off when it's like that.

He'd have been on his ass
if you ain't mixed in.

What's going on? He into something?

Ain't none of my business.

Yours either.

Seriously, you guys ran a hell of a campaign,

no let-up, a lot of heart.

I'll second that.

I liked the shit when you trotted out
that witness story in the debate.

What about the fucking last-minute flyers

and me and the slum lord doing a tango
on the courthouse steps?

Wait. Parker, who was behind that?

- I didn't see no Royce authority line.
- Well?

Tommy, enough of the bullshit.

What the hell are we waiting for?

Bring your ass around here
and try out the big chair.

Come on.

- Come on around here.
- I'm not even mayor-elect.

General election's still a few weeks away.

You don't beat Crawford in a city where
we outnumber Republicans nine to one,

you don't deserve the fucking job,
now, get on around here.

If I lose the general election,
I'll just blame Norman.

- He's taking over from Terri D'Agostino.
- She did good for you.

She did. The national noticed.

She's back at DCCC looking
to target red-state delegations.

After what she pulled off,
I hope she got a bonus.

Hell, yeah. They gave her my share too.
Wouldn't you know it?

Tommy, whatever you need

going forward for the general election,
for the transition...

I want to hit the ground running,
so I need to learn the agencies, the budgets,

the problems...all of it.

Wherever you want to go,
whatever you want to look at. See to it.

It's a hell of a goddamn job.

Halfway glad to get out.

I'm gonna miss it.

Braddock case running you in circles?

Whole day was a waste of time.

Why not talk to Wardell himself?

Ask him if he killed the witness against him.

If he read the newspapers,
he already knows he's a suspect.

Will he take a polygraph?

Tell his lawyer they're about to shift
the narcotics case

to the federal court
because a state witness was murdered.

Tell him if his client doesn't cooperate,

he's looking at mandatory minimums
and no parole.

The feds don't want drug cases anymore,

especially not one that's gonna
fall apart without a key witness.

Bluff.

What have you got to lose?

Maybe he blows the box. Maybe he passes.

But he talks a bit either way,

and you, Detective, get to listen.

The fuck am I looking at here?

Birds...I think.

You see that there?
I think that's a wing flapping.

Shit. Fuck!

Fuck it anyway, man!

- Mr. Bond?
- Hey. Call me Rupert.

Thanks for coming over.

Try to get a running start,
meeting my unit chiefs.

No problem.

Congratulations on the election result.

You'll be coming in with quite a mandate.

Maybe so.

So, how can I help you with the transition?

There's not a lot of high-end
narcotics cases in the pipeline,

- and major crimes...
- Wasn't carded for political reasons.

Once the polls put me up there with Demper,
people started whispering in my ear.

And I also heard about your subpoenas...

Andy Krawczyk, Clay Davis.

Sir, I didn't intend...

To go after Royce's money men
four weeks before a primary election?

Yeah. I think you're wasted in Narcotics.

- Let me guess...
- How about VCU as unit chief?

- What?
- Violent Crimes Unit.

How about you take that over for me?

Carcetti ran on a platform
of dropping the murder rate,

so VCU is where the sparks
are gonna fly, right?

You're putting me in charge
of all homicide prosecutions?

- What about Ilene Nathan?
- She's moving up to second deputy.

I came in here ready to get bounced down
to misdemeanours or worse.

Why would you think that?

The subpoenas and the fact that Demper...

Demper lost the election.

I won.

And I admire your courage,

if not your loyalty.

Lester.

Excuse me?

Forgive me.

VCU is great.

I'm more than ready
to work murders for you, Mr. Bond.

Good.

Rupert.

But now she's told police sex was consensual

on Paul and Monnel only. So...

- So, Randy...
- He'll be back tomorrow.

- And the thing with the police?
- It's out of my hands.

Turn it down, ladies.

Quanice, lose the gum.

OK. Settle down.

Mr. Prezbo! What's Dukie
doing with a computer?

We're gonna have a computer
in the class for special projects.

- And another thing...
- They all new and shit.

Leave the old ones on your desks,

and put your names in the box

on the inside cover of the new ones.

OK. Did anyone have any trouble
with the homework?

- Charlene?
- I didn't get it.

- Didn't get what?
- None of it.

Michael?

That's great. Good job.

Is this your work?
Cos it looks like someone else's.

No, I did my work.

OK. Next time, try to remember
not to copy Quanice's name at the top.

Did everybody get a new textbook?

Yes.

Great. OK.

Well, for now at least,
you can get those out of sight.

Namond, why aren't you in uniform?

Why did you decide not to wear it?

I ain't in my right class,
so ain't no need for a uniform.

Interesting.

Why you always write down
everything we say?

Trying to get inside our heads or something?

You trying to get into mine?

Chandra, do you think this is
a beauty salon or a classroom?

Darnell, why didn't you wear your uniform?

I meant to. I did.

Yeah, but after a quart of vodka,

it'd be hard to know what color shirt to wear.

And you find that funny, Namond?

Man, fuck you.

Darnell has a drinking problem

and Namond suffers
from conduct-disorder issues.

- Fuck you.
- Yeah, he's got a mouth on him.

Is it necessary to comb your hair in class?

Fuck you, cheese-faced bitch!

- I should tell you...
- You ain't tellin' nobody nothing!

I was wondering why she was in the class.

- Chandra...
- Oppositional defiant personality.

- Get the fuck out of my face, bitch!
- I'm sorry you're having a bad day,

but you're gonna take a walk
with Miss Mason.

Come back when you've
pulled it all back together again.

Damn. It's bye-bye time for my girl Chandra.

Yeah, you think?

Then to reiterate,
this is a polygraph examination,

non-admissible.

The answers to all questions
are regarded as a proffer

- with a limited grant of immunity.
- Agreed.

OK. To begin, please answer yes
to a series of questions

regardless of whether or not
that answer is correct.

- Is your name Anthony Wardell?
- Yeah.

And you're from Baltimore?

Right now I'm at City Jail,
but I'm from East Side.

- So your answer is?
- Yeah, I'm from Baltimore.

Are you female?

Fuck is wrong with... My bad.

Yeah, I'm a bitch.

- Hey, sweet thing.
- Chandra.

We're working on our short essay.

If you...

Diamonds are a girl's best friend.

Need to get down to lay down.

Namond, if you don't stop,
I'll have to ask you to leave class.

See you sad-ass motherfuckers
in three days.

- You're leaving class, not school.
- What?

What about now, bitch?

Huh?

- That's not necessary, Namond.
- You gonna suspend me?

We're gonna have a little talk.

Man, fuck y'all. I know the rules.

You got to suspend me.
School got to have rules.

- He's right.
- Can't just be throwing that shit out.

The point is,
I can call it like you want.

You want him to pass? He passed.

You want him to come up inconclusive,
he's inconclusive.

What the fuck kind of science is that?

Come on. Did he blow the box or not?

I'm here for you, Detective.

You know what we use the polygraph for?
Leverage.

To get him in here and fuck with him.

No wonder this shit's inadmissible.

Let me guess.

Swatowski is telling them
that he can make it go any way they want.

If you think that's how we play it,
why let your client...

Because you know there's not much case left
now that your witness is dead.

I don't need to expose him
to a federal charge if I can avoid it.

And because even if Swatowski
bends it for our ears,

he's let you know that Mr. Wardell
here did not blow the box.

Yo, I wouldn't kill me.

Even if it flips on me,
I ain't gonna do shit to the man.

Why not?

My moms and his...they're, like, cousins.

Came up together in the Latrobe, you know?

I've been knowing him since,
like, Head Start and shit.

But he was gonna testify.

What am I looking at on a first conviction
on this kind of waive?

Seven, eight?
Shit, I'll be out in three and a half.

You think I'm gonna kill my mom's
cousin's boy for three and a half?

I know that man helped get himself elected
claiming that I did me like that, but please.

Bum-ass motherfucker
was gonna testify against me,

and I swear to God I feel bad he's dead.

I do.

Hey, Ilene, I've been looking all over for you.

Omar Little.

From Bird's trial a couple of years ago.
The stick-up boy.

He's in City Jail on felony murder.

Store robbery, West Side.

When I gave him the card,
I told him it was for a light felony at best.

Yeah, of course,
but he needs to get writ out of BCDC

and put in protective custody
somewhere else.

He's sharing his address
with about 800 others

who have seen the business end of his gun.

- Why do you care?
- I'm pretty sure he's being set up.

How does that play with
the rest of the guys in the squad room?

All I'm asking is that you move him
to some county detention center

at least until I have a chance
to work back up on this thing.

Now, this card ought to buy him that much.

Is Hartford County Detention Center
quiet enough?

- Yeah.
- Go pick up a writ in my office

and tell Mr. Little my debt's paid.

The fact is that homicides are
off 14% in the Western this year.

But I'm not gonna stand here
and take credit for that

when all other UCR felonies are up.

- Why not, Major?
- A wise man once told me years ago

when I wasn't even a sergeant

that you should never take credit
when the crime rate drops

unless you want
to take the blame when it rises.

Ten-hut. Mayor-Elect is on deck.

Please, back to what you're doing.
I'm just here to observe.

At ease, gentlemen.

Major Daniels, continue your presentation.

In any event, rather than allow
my post cars to patrol at random,

I put two-man cars in the posts
with the worst drug corners,

Edmonson Avenue, Poplar Grove,

Fayette and Baltimore Streets,

North Avenue.

Now, if nothing else,
a two-man car is more aggressive,

and that helps push it away
from the most volatile corners,

- which may be having an effect.
- Just pushing it?

I'm not devoting my resources
to cheap street arrests.

Instead,
I'm trying to bring every officer I can to bear

on making quality felony cases.

I could do more but it's my opinion
that not enough of the troops I have

are sufficiently trained to properly
investigate such cases.

Major, you just insulted your command.

Respectfully, sir, too many
of my people have spent years

chasing street-level arrests
where they grab bodies and make stats.

But that doesn't teach you
how to write a proper warrant

or testify properly as to probable cause,

or use and not get used by an informant.

I wish it were otherwise.

But if I'm chasing felony cases,

I can only bring a minority
of my officers to bear.

You've got all of it already!

Make a nigger work. You like that shit.

Ain't that right, motherfucker?

You can't hide, son. Don't care where it is.

In a nigger's ass crack, I'll still find you.

Damn. Fucked that man up.

- Yeah, boy.
- All right.

So we starting later than I wanted.

You said you was gonna
creep out of school after lunch.

I tried. They won't put me out.

Shit. Ain't no school
gonna hold me if I want to go.

It's this new class they put me in.

It's all fucked up, yo,
they working all backwards and shit.

All right, let's get to this.
Yo, Bobby, you working the stash.

Why aren't where we was yesterday?

- The spot was right.
- This is good here?

The fuck is wrong with you?
He was on this strip yesterday.

This ain't shit.

If you don't want to sell my shit,
fuck you, Kenard.

I keep my money.

- This spot is just as good as the other.
- Shit...

Carv, do you know how much
that video camera cost?

4200,

which makes our adventure
with Fuzzy Dunlop

look like a fucking walk in the park.

To get the camera from ISD,

you had to get authorization
from your supervisor.

A member of the MART squad
to the front desk.

You lost it doing police work.
Your lieutenant will understand.

Marimow?
You know what that asshole understands?

Burning motherfuckers
for petty shit like this.

- Help me, Carv.
- This is not my problem.

Don't fuck me, Carv. Don't fuck me now.

You know what this is?
This is one of those enabling relationships.

Enable me, Carv.

Enable me to find my fuckin' camera.

- You're seeing pigeons?
- Last night we did.

Me and Sydnor ran the West Side
looking at every pigeon coop we could find.

This morning, nothing in the monitor.

- Did you check the pawnshops?
- Every one.

I know this asshole Marlo has my camera.

- Ah, fuck me.
- What?

You just reminded me.

I had to brief this kid last week
who knew something

about a murder that Marlo's people did.

- I meant to call Bunk.
- Bunk caught the case?

No. Actually, he had a warrant
for the guy who supposedly got killed.

I rode around with him on it a while back.

What about me? I got problems here, man.

The only thing you can do is get some wood
on Marlo Stanfield or his people.

Scare him enough to send the camera back.

What do you have on Marlo?

I know he's a drug dealer.

I can't prove it or nothing, but I know.

Detective Pitts, pick up 2594. Pitts...

OK, listen.

How about I let you debrief the kid first?

- See what he gives you.
- This gets the camera home?

Maybe not, but maybe the kid
gives you some shit on Marlo.

Maybe even gives you a murder.

Before you call Homicide,
you walk it back to Marimow

like the cat with the mouse in its teeth.

You bring him the murder,
he forgives the camera.

Lumen, line 5.
Lumen, pick up the fucking phone.

Looking for Detective Moreland.

Could you have him call Sergeant Carver
at the Western, please?

Carver? Western? Hm.

Got it.

Hm.

Jeez.

Fuck the Bunk.

- Thoughts on your cabinet?
- Lots of them.

But top of the list,
Ervin Burrell's ass is gone.

I told Royce to dump him
more than a year ago,

but Clarence didn't want to piss off
the ministers until after the primary.

Primary's over. He can do it now.

You think Royce is gonna do you that favor?

He's thinking about taking a poke at Elijah

and running for the Seventh District
congressional seat.

He's gonna need every black minister
in town to lay hands upon him.

- Fine. I'll do it myself.
- You won't.

Royce can fire a black police commissioner,
but the newly elected white mayor cannot.

Brothers who voted
for you'll be at your throat.

What if I got a black commissioner
to replace the son of a bitch?

Under Burrell, the only black deputy
is Cawthorne, and he's 70.

After that, it's just majors and lieutenants.

We go outside, nationwide search.

Deputy chiefs in New York or LA
make more than their police commissioner.

If you're talented and black,
why would you be in Baltimore?

I have often asked myself that very question
on a number of occasions.

So I'm stuck with Burrell. Fuck.

Have a seat.

Don't keep him late.
He's got school in the morning.

- I thought he was suspended.
- They're letting me back in.

Miss Anna'd want me to be home by nine.

Send him on to Bunk after you're done.

Look after him. He's a good kid.

You hungry?

- Yeah.
- Let's eat.

Hey, kid, let me ask you right off the bat,

you know what a police
surveillance camera looks like?

You sure you don't want to ride
with Lieutenant Grace?

She'll be in command of the ship.

What's the point of a ride with the bosses?

I need to see what the troops see.

I love the idea of a mayor
who knows what we're up against.

Officers McFarlane and Ginter,

the mayor-elect will be riding
with you in sector three.

- How you doing?
- Hey.

Don't let him get captured.

I didn't know nothing about it
in the beginning.

Little Kevin just told me to tell Lex
to go up to the playground behind Fulton

cos his girl was up there.

- And Lex got killed?
- Yeah.

Where'd he get killed?

So you weren't there to see him killed?

I told you. Little Kevin told me
to tell Lex to go up to the playground

and see this girl Patrice.

Later, Kevin come up to me
and tell me Chris and Snoop killed the dude.

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

- You don't have his name?
- Little Kevin is all I know.

So you told the guy to go somewhere,
and then you heard he was killed,

but you don't know where and you don't
even know if anyone found the body?

- How do you know Lex is dead?
- Everybody know it.

- Who is everybody?
- Everybody from around the way.

People be saying that Chris and Snoop
be turning niggers into zombies for Marlo,

but I know that ain't true.

When you dead you dead, is all.

Zombies, huh?

You know what this is?

This is bullshit.

- You're bullshitting me.
- No, sir.

You were right there
when this Lex fellow got dropped.

- No.
- You were.

You're an eyeball witness
who can get me Snoop and Chris both.

- I told you...
- Look, kid,

if you were there, you can say so.

We can do a lot for you,

maybe help you out
with this problem at school.

I ain't got a problem no more. I'm good.

- You were there, right?
- Herc.

Just say you were there!

How do you like being mayor?

I've still got to win the general election

and the inauguration's not till December,
so what do I know?

Well, you can't do any worse than Royce.
City's going to shit.

Yeah.
Well, what do you guys suggest I do first?

An air strike.

Drop white phosphorus on everything
between here and North Avenue.

Seriously. That shit works.

My brother's a marine.
They use WP over there in Fallujah.

Signal 13, shots fired.
200 North Calhoun.

Bang. There it is.

Now you're gonna see some shit,
Mr. Mayor. Pardon my French.

You know what's fucked up?
No one hears the gunshot.

On the canvass,

no one even claims to hear the shot.

So look, our next move is
to work back on Wardell's visiting list.

If the sergeant asks, I'm on the street.

The fuck is that 13 on Calhoun Street?

I don't know,
but they 10-32'd it ten minutes ago, sir.

You're not dropping me off
at my crib, are you?

You can leave me a block or two up from here.

I could walk the rest of the way.

Don't want to be seen with the police?

Yeah.

All right, boss. I'll pull over right here.

What the fuck was Carv thinking?
This kid can't give me a murder.

We go right at Marlo.

Fuck the back door when we can
go in the front, you know?

I want a detective at University in case
the guy that comes out makes a declaration.

Have someone in the room with him.

Officer Leach is being transported to you.

Service weapon's with Detective Hollister,
on their way to ballistics.

No. No, looks like a clean shoot.

I've got spent shells from two suspect
weapons, different calibers, both recovered.

No, I'm not out here at the scene.

But call the PIO and have him issue
a statement from downtown.

Tell the SAO that if they want to survey
the scene, they need to move now.

Crime Lab is finishing up
and the OCME van is here waiting.

Yeah....

- Isn't that the Western District commander?
- Yeah, Daniels.

He's the duty officer tonight.

Seems to know his business.

He ain't as bad as some.

Police.

Baltimore Police.

OK. There's still 85 eligible from September
who need an October day.

That'll work, ma'am.

I'm counting on you fellows to get it done
before the end of the month.

I can keep you on salary till then.

You know what? This ain't for me.

I thank you for the opportunity,

but it ain't so much to just bring
a man for a day or two.

I mean, if you had something
where I was working with these kids...

Anyway, thanks again.

- Hey, there.
- Hey.

Thought you was at Ida Wells.

Language arts position opened up here.

I came over last year.

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

You come over for your boys?
Some kind of program?

Nah. Something else. Didn't work out really.

Be well.

You mind if I give him a go?

- Sure.
- Fuck you.

OK.

- But you're still in this room.
- Fuck you.

You're not going back
till you learn to behave.

- Fuck you.
- Until you show you can handle it,

you're not going back to your regular class.

Fuck you.

And you damn sure ain't going home
cos there ain't no more getting suspended.

Mr. Colvin, sir?

Fuck...you.

Cos I ain't feel like it. That's why.
This is bullshit.

I ain't reading no motherfucking book either!
I don't even know nothing about it.

And you always getting on my ass
and shit about some book.

Fuck you, you cheese-faced bitch!

Albert, Albert, settle down now.

- This gonna be harder than we thought.
- It's fascinating, isn't it?

- Class...
- This ain't no different than the other class...

Clinically speaking.

- Yo, your points are full.
- I'm hot. Come and get it.

All right. I'll cover that.

- Me too.
- I'm betting with my boy Randy.

You about to get your money taken.
Come on.

- Get up. Thank you.
- Thank you.

Pay up, sucker.

Randy, what are you doing?
Didn't we go over this?

- How many ways can you make a four?
- Not enough for his black ass.

Look who's talking.

He just come today, so he missed
the whole thing about the odds.

Right.

Randy,

there's only three ways
to make a four,

- but to make a seven...
- Six.

That's good.
So what should have been your play?

Should have bet against the roll.

Good to have you back, Mr. Wagstaff.

- Come on, roll 'em, man.
- I got 40. I got 40 on it.

Trick them into thinking
they aren't learning, and they do.

Been looking all over for you.

You found me.

Look, I been thinking, Sherrod...

We're going about our thing all wrong.
You know, I made the mistake.

I was thinking I knew you better
than you knew yourself.

This corner mess will bring you down fast.
You know.

I think you need to come home, right?

You come by tonight,
and we work this shit out.

Why don't you just step right now?

I don't get paid till eight.

Eight, huh?

You all right?

Just a little tired, that's all.

So I'm gonna see you tonight, right?

You want to help me take his statement?

Braddock case is down.

Room two.

You veteran crimefighters
got a name for this, right?

"Murder weapon" or some shit like that?

- No fucking way.
- Slug from autopsy matches

two more I pulled from
that smoke hound's back yard,

block into the alley
from where Braddock fell.

Our guy's dead from a stray?

He was shooting at 40s
and Clorox bottles blocks away,

using potatoes for a silencer.

Bite me. That's ridiculous.

So our guy's dead
because a bullet misses a bleach bottle.

And this fuck Carcetti gets to be the mayor
behind this stupidity.

I fucking love this town. I do.

Nice pull, Greggs.

Soft eyes.

Sherrod!