All language subtitles for Homicide life on the street season 1 episode 1 to 9S03E12 - The City That Bleeds

Oh...

Too many double vodka martinis?

I've got a hangover
that would kill a horse.

I've had it all day. I can't shake it.

You didn't have to start
table-dancing last night.

- What?
- Yeah.

Jumping up on tables, doing the bump
and grind. Put Blaze Starr to shame.

- No!
- Yeah!

No!

I got a pair of your boxer shorts
pinned up over the bar

in commemoration of your debut
as Stanley the Dancing Bear.

I got the warrant for the arrest,
search and seizure.

Stan, where's your grass skirt?
I heard you looked fabulous last night.

You want me to snap?
I'll snap right now.

Easy, big man.
Can't you take a compliment?

Glen Holton is over in apartment 201.

Lights went on half an hour ago.
He keeps walking back and forth.

- He's got the hoochies.
- He should. He's been to Jessup twice.

Once for three years,
once for raping a minor.

He got 30 years, but the fickle finger
of parole released him after only seven.

Definitely our guy. Does all his evil
within walking distance of his home.

This is his third strike.
He's primo for the death penalty.

He should wish!

Let's go suit up.
I got the vests in the car.

- Do we have the building locked up?
- Two uniforms in the back alley.

- Fire escapes?
- Side alley being covered by uniform.

Let's take it nice and easy like we're
the neighbourhood Welcome Wagon.

Everybody set? Lnow what...
Where are you going?

- What?
- I'm the primary.

After you.

- See, I'm a gentleman.
- Don't start that crap with me.

Then why didn't you pick up lunch tab?

If I say yes, I misunderstood
the question!

You set, guys?

Ready.

Police, freeze!

What's your name?
How long since you been down?

Do you have a pulse?

Here we go. Here we go.

- Vitals?
- Blood pressure 80 over 40.

- Clear, please.
- She's been hit in the chest.

- What are her vitals?
- Still zero.

That's not what I want to hear.

Exit wound, left shoulder.
He's hit in the thigh too. I want fluid.

Can you move your legs?

Do we have a heartbeat?

So the bear says, "You didn't really
come here to hunt, did you?"

Pembleton, Bayliss, Lewis.

- Get over to Madison and St Paul.
- What's up, Gee?

- Detectives down.
- Which?

- Bolander, Felton and Howard.
- What?

I'm on my way to Shock Trauma.
They've been shot.

Frank, you're the primary.

Meg. We need to get your people
here fast.

We've got to get a command post
up and running.

- Al, what's going on?
- Stan, Kay and Beau.

They've been shot. They've been shot.

Beau?

- How bad?
- Bad.

Live from Police Headquarters,
three homicide detectives

have been seriously injured whilst
serving a warrant on the Borkin case,

the ten-year-old whose body
was found this week in Lincoln Park.

- Sergeant, got anything?
- Nothing.

I cleared everyone out,
behind the paramedics.

Whoever's at home is sitting tight.
No one's allowed in.

- You got it covered?
- We closed off ten blocks.

Uniforms are starting to canvas.
So far no one saw anything.

- Course not!
- Pick up everyone. Everyone!

Even if they're breathing too hard!

- Any word from the hospital?
- We don't know anything at this point.

- What a mess, huh?
- What's going on here?

- Help us out here, huh?
- This is my building.

- What's happening?
- Are you the landlord?

- Yeah, Joe Lebkowitz.
- Officer, let him through.

Mr Lebkowitz, we're from Homicide.

- We need your help.
- Sure, what happened?

Some cops got shot
and the bad guy got away.

- Come with us.
- There are dead bodies up there?

No, sir. The ambo took them
to Shock Trauma.

Stay down here, guys.

- May I get the keys, please?
- Yeah, I got them.

201. 201.

201. Here we go.

I'll do that, thank you.

OK, open it up. Let's see
what Holton has left us.

- This ain't right.
- What?

- Yeah, it is. 201. Open up.
- Holton's in 210.

- 2-1-0?
- Yeah, 210.

Down there.

They went to the wrong door.

So two bullets are here,
fired from above.

OK, OK, our shooter was up here.
What's up here?

- How did he get away?
- It's an empty apartment.

- Roof access?
- One bedroom leads out to a roof deck.

OK, find out which direction he went.
Pass it along.

We got the manner of escape.
The direction would help. Let's go.

Open up 210.

Come on, Mr Holton.

Show us where you'd go so we can be
sure to be there to meet you.

Hey, what kind of belt
did the Borkin killer wear?

- An Indian beaded belt.
- Bingo.

- OK.
- He did it, huh? Lilled that kid.

Yep.

I don't know how it happened.

It was a routine arrest and search.

It was done by the numbers,
by the book. We've done it 100 times.

- You wore the vest?
- Shooter must have had Teflon rounds.

- I spoke to the doctor.
- He was just in here. Doctor Carrolton.

He says we're in for a long wait.

We had such a good time last night.
Stan was... fun.

He was fun.

How strange.
He hugged and kissed me.

He hugged and kissed everybody.

I don't know. There was all this noise,
we were all falling all over each other.

I need something to drink.
I need some water...

Did you see the shooter?

I tried to return fire.
I kept slipping on...

My shoes are wrecked.

I got their blood all over my shoes.

They wrecked my shoes, Gee.

Oh... God!

There's a briefing with the other shift
as soon as everybody gets here.

- Did Sex Crimes call back?
- Yeah, a detective who knows Holton.

Uh-huh. We got receipts from Holton's
apartment and phone records.

What about the uniforms at the scene?

Rallo is on his way down there
to give a statement.

OK, I re-read the case file and there's
nothing there that we don't know.

Nothing in it that we don't already know?
Nothing that we don't already know?

We don't know anything.

- They went to the wrong apartment!
- Lewis is checking.

We also don't know if Stan or Kay
or Beau are gonna make it.

I can't think about that right now. OK?

- How can you do that, Frank?
- I don't think about that either.

You know, Frank, maybe some of us
aren't so disciplined.

- Some of us can't help what we feel.
- Oh, yeah? OK, OK.

What are you feeling? Sadness?
That won't help them.

Fear? That won't help them. OK?

- What about guilt?
- Guilt?

Guilt, Frank.

Because you know, what happened...

See... I'm not afraid.

I'm not afraid.
I'm just so damn relieved it wasn't me.

I can't help thinking,
thank God it wasn't me.

Thank God.
That's what I'm saying.

OK, OK...

OK.

Lieutenant!

- Are they going to be all right?
- I don't know.

How many were shot?
Can you confirm the number, sir?

- Three.
- The word from Lieutenant Al Giardello,

Homicide Shift Commander,
that there are three casualties.

I didn't say anything about casualties.

- I want in.
- Mitch. What are you talking about?

I'm talking about getting this sonofabitch
who shot my ex-partner.

I know how you feel about Stan.

I've got one of my best on the case.
He'll bring the guy down.

I've worked homicide too many years.
A red wall like this?

Don't you want every single guy
you can get on the street?

The Bomb Squad won't let you go
just like that.

I'll work on my own time.
Al...

Whatever you want, whatever you need.

You haven't been in Homicide
in eight years.

I got an old saxophone
I used to play every night

till the wife put the kibosh on it.

Now I take it out once in a month,
I don't know, whatever.

The moment I put that reed in my mouth,
it's like I never put it down.

You don't forget the rhythm.
This is something I gotta do, Al.

If it was me lying in that hospital bed,
Stan would do the same.

We need Howard's notes.

Notify the State Police in
Maryland and Virginia. Set up a hotline.

- Excuse me.
- Check with Naomi. Desk over there.

- Are you Pembleton?
- I ain't got much time.

I'm Theresa Walker, Sex Crimes.

Oh, OK. I need all the records on
Glen Holton - history, habits, hangouts,

a psychological profile - anything you
can give me, as fast as you can.

- Everything is fresh in my head.
- Yeah, I'm the primary. I need it in mine.

No, you don't. Can you show me
a phone to use and get me a ride.

We got three detectives shot.

I got a suspect I can't locate.
I need total cooperation.

- What you need is to take a breath.
- Excuse me? What?

I know who to talk to
and I know where to go.

If I spend the next hour telling you
all the information I have on Holton,

he gets an hour further away from you,
from all of us.

That's the kind of cooperation
you need, Detective.

The lady's right. Mitch Drummond.
The Lieutenant sent me to you.

- Mitch? Stan's old partner Mitch?
- Detailed from Bomb Squad. I'll help.

- Theresa Walker. Hi.
- How do you do?

OK, we'll have a briefing with Giardello
as soon as Russert's shift gets here.

In the meantime, I want you
to work with Bayliss.

Here are some receipts
from Holton's apartment.

One from last night, a shop on the block.
Get the manager here.

Detective Walker, you work with me.
Let's find any places the guy frequented.

- Great. I'll get started. This your phone?
- Yes, it is.

All we know is that three detectives
are fighting the fight of their lives

at Maryland Shock Trauma tonight,
victims of gun violence

all too common on the streets
of south-west Baltimore.

As of right now, our primary suspect,
Glen Holton, is still at large.

We have two new detectives
working with us -

Mitch Drummond and Theresa Walker,
Detective Walker from Sex Crimes.

She knows Holton's MO.

A lot of you already know Detective
Drummond from his years in Homicide.

Our top priority, our only priority,
is to find Holton.

We'll need to talk with neighbours,
friends, doctors, co-workers,

anyone and everyone
with contact with our suspect.

Follow up every tip,
no matter how inconsequential.

I'm on my way back to the hospital
if anyone needs to reach me.

Lieutenant Russert's in charge.

How are they doing, Gee?

Bolander's still in surgery.

They expect Felton to regain
consciousness at any time.

Stan's in a critical condition.

- What about Kay?
- Kay's still in surgery.

Her prognosis is not good.

As soon as I get any information,
I'll let you know. Let's get to work.

Do you recognise this guy?

- No.
- No?

We found receipts from your porno shop
in his apartment.

The customers don't exactly look me
in the eye when they pay.

Do you sell magazines
depicting sex with minors?

No.

I'm gonna let that lie go.
But I'm only going to let it go...

...if you tell me the truth about this guy.

Have you ever seen him?

He used to have ask me
to order him... special magazines.

And well, I knew a few people.

- Have you seen him recently?
- No.

Do you know where sick lowlifes like him
go after they buy these magazines?

They... Some of them, you know...
go to the movies.

We got the name of your theatre
from a porno shop around the corner.

You share a lot of the same customers.
Have you seen this man tonight?

- I see a lot of men.
- This one wouldn't be interested in you.

- He likes children.
- Then I definitely haven't seen him.

I got men who like women, men
who like men, men who like animals.

Men who like women and animals.

Who I don't cater to are sick freaks
who like kids.

Are you absolutely sure that you've
never seen this man in your life?

Well, maybe.

- It's hard to tell.
- Try.

A guy who looks like this
comes in around maybe eight o'clock,

stays the double feature.

If I knew, I would've kicked his butt into
the street. I run a respectable venue.

You guys like some free passes?

John...

- You OK?
- Oh, yeah.

I'm fine.

Stanley's still in coma.
That's how they refer to it. "In coma."

They don't say, "He's in a coma,"
they say, "in coma".

You go home, get some rest. I'll wait.
I'll call you when he wakes up.

- You said when he wakes up.
- Yeah.

All the doctors, the nurses.

That's what they say too. "When."

Yeah.

He got shot in the head,
right in the melon, bullet in the brain.

That makes it if he wakes up,
not when.

I say it to them, they get nervous,
like I'll go over the deep end.

I know it's if, Gee.
You can say it, go ahead.

- Munch...
- Go ahead. I want to hear you say it.

If he wakes up.

Look, Munch, why don't you go home?

Get some coffee.

I'll call you if...
I mean, when he wakes up.

- Hi, Beth.
- Hi.

Al, is he OK?

Beau's all right. He came out
of surgery. He'll be fine.

It's killed all of us, driving from Philly.

- How's Kay and Stan?
- They still don't know yet.

I'm gonna go see him.
Could you keep an eye on them?

- I don't need him to keep an eye on me.
- Me either.

- Zach, please don't start, OK?
- What about keeping an eye on me?

- OK.
- I'll get you some hot chocolate.

You find out who screwed up
Holton's apartment number?

Not yet. I'll canvas all the secretaries
to see who typed up the warrant.

- Give me some of that.
- No, I don't want you smelling like me.

Bayliss, I'd rather confuse a couple of
people than let them get a whiff of this.

Man, that is ripe. Here. Take it.

- You ever think about getting shot?
- Not if I can help it.

- No, I mean what it's like to get hit.
- I understand the question.

- The answer is still no.
- Do you think it would hurt?

- If you're not dead, probably.
- Do you think it'd be hot or cold?

Er... cold. Maybe.

Bullet's metal, right?

But then maybe it goes out of the gun
and heats up.

I don't know. Maybe nothing happens.
Maybe it's just... darkness.

I just wonder what it'd be like...
to have a bullet coming towards you,

having a bullet go inside of you.

Do you look down at your shirt, see
blood and say, hey, whose blood is that?

- I don't know, Meldrick.
- But you know, I...

I used to make up statistics
for my grandma.

Stuff like more people die getting in
and out of bathtubs than cops get shot.

It's kind of true. Remember Randall,
retired a couple of years back?

20 years a homicide cop,
he didn't ever pull his gun one time.

- I didn't know Randall.
- He's dead now.

- Natural causes?
- Yeah. I guess...

I guess... Well,
you're not going to live forever, huh?

Yeah, that's a good guess.

- Where's Giardello?
- At the hospital.

All hell's breaking loose.
I need to talk to him.

Captain, what happened last night
was a tragic accident,

but an accident that could
in no way be prevented or foreseen.

If you are here to reprimand Giardello,
respectfully, you're wrong.

- Lieutenant, that's not why I'm here.
- You're not?

I want Giardello to know
that I back him fully,

authorise extra man hours, special help.

- I'm here to help. What can I do?
- Come on.

God bless you.

Thank you, Detective Lewis.

I'm so sorry about the shooting.

Yeah, a little reality check
about what's at stake out there.

Miss Pendergast, I need the original
paperwork on the arrest warrants.

- I understand you typed them up.
- Yes, yesterday morning.

I got them around here somewhere.

Take care of that cold.
You sound like you got TB!

Here it is. I remember.
I thought it was such a coincidence

that the file folder was 201 and so was
the apartment number of the suspect.

The apartment number is 210,
Miss Pendergast. 2-1-0.

- No, I'm sure it was 201.
- You flipped the numbers.

You flipped the numbers.

Oh, my God!

Doctor Diller, Glen Holton has been
your patient for how long?

You must understand the doctor-
patient relationship is confidential.

Three detectives were shot last night
trying to arrest Mr Holton.

I know.

So you understand
how normally jovial boys and girls

would be extremely unprepared
to accept the pat responses

such as doctor-patient confidentiality,
right?

- He's been my patient seven years.
- Seven years!

Are you that bad
or is he that messed up?

Holton is a pathological paedophile.

He engages in
almost 24-hour-a-day sexual fantasies.

- Just sexual?
- I know what you're going at.

People like Holton aren't capable
of shooting three cops.

- His deviancy isn't homicidal.
- No, come on. Come on!

You know as well as I do, there are
three components of human sex drive -

instinctive, functional and emotional.

Prevailing wisdom has it that 70 or so
percent of the drive is emotional.

The mind controls the act.

Murder is emotional.
He could have pulled this off.

Have you spoken with Glenn Holton
since last night?

Er...

- He left a message on my service.
- What did he say?

He was crying.

He said he was going to hell.

He's right.

- Lieutenant Giardello?
- Yeah.

I'm Wesley Howard.

What happened? They say my daughter
was shot. That's all they tell me.

She's in surgery.
They're trying to remove the bullet.

- Bullet? Where did she get shot?
- In the chest.

- The bullet lodged in the heart.
- The heart?

They can fix that?

Mr Howard,
we're all looking for answers.

I need to talk to somebody now
about Kay Howard. H-O-W-A-R-D.

- She's a police officer!
- Sit down.

I don't want to sit down.

Lieutenant Giardello.

We've done all we can for now.
Detective Bolander has a fractured skull

and a lot of intracranial haemorrhaging.

- What about the others?
- Felton's a lucky man.

Bullet passed through his neck
and left shoulder. No nerve damage.

Another hit his thigh
but didn't damage any arteries.

- How's Kay?
- This is Detective Howard's father.

She received a critical wound
to a ventricle of her heart.

We removed the bullet.
She's stabilised but on life support.

- Is she gonna die?
- We'll know within the next 24 hours.

If she survives that long,
she has a good chance of full recovery.

- You're saying she could die.
- We don't know how she'll respond.

- You find out what went wrong?
- It was a clerical error.

- Clerical error?
- A secretary wrote the wrong address.

- She wrote down 201 not 210.
- Give me her name. I want her fired.

Gee, it's not her fault. She's hysterical.
She's sick. Her kids have got colds.

- She's a mess.
- Give me her name!

- Mary Pendergast.
- I'll get this... Mary Pendergast fired.

I wanna make sure she doesn't work for
the City again. Not answering phones,

not licking stamps. Not collecting
garbage. Nothing. Not ever again. Ever.

Where are you going, Gee?

Come on, let me give you
a ride back to the shop. Over here.

Kay's stabilised. I guess
that means she's only half dead.

- When it hits, it really hits.
- I'd like to get the sonofabitch that did it.

- I'd like to shoot the sonofabitch.
- Stanley's strong.

- He's strong.
- The big man? Strong as an ox.

Kay's tough too. She's small
but she's tough. She's got character.

- She'll pull through this.
- Damn straight.

- Felton's no slouch either.
- There's noble blood in that white trash.

- He'll be fine.
- Pull over.

- Pull over?
- Yeah.

Hey, Gee, you all right?

You know... You know, I got a daughter.

Cherice.

She lives in Richmond.

When she was six, we took her
to the circus, Barnum and Bailey.

One minute,
she's laughing at the clowns.

You know,
them getting out of the Volkswagen...

The next minute, she's telling me
that her stomach hurts.

Soon she's crying. Then screaming.

We drove her to the emergency room.
She's got a fever. It's too high.

The doctors poke and prod.
They still can't find anything wrong.

Her vital signs weaken. They put her
on IV and still can't find anything wrong.

Not anything.

One morning, I walk into her room and
the nurse was trying to put in a new IV

and she couldn't find the spot.
Her little veins were weak.

Cherice starts getting afraid of the
needle. She looked up at me and said,

"Daddy, make it better."

And I can't tell you how I felt.

When she looked up at me
and said that.

I couldn't make it better!

There was nothing I could do.

She was...

She was my daughter...
and I was so... powerless.

I felt so powerless.

- This is the school?
- Yeah.

Holton grabbed the Borkin kid
from this school?

- Yeah.
- God...

I went to my granddaughter's Christmas
pageant here. She played an elf.

I took a couple of rolls of film of it.

This neighbourhood
has really changed a lot.

- You grew up here?
- Yeah.

This whole area has taken a hit.

How long were you partners
with Stanley?

- Ten years.
- You must have been close.

Are you kidding?
We spent more time arguing

about whose was bigger
than closing cases.

- He was a pain in the ass. My ass!
- I feel the same way about Frank.

Hey, good partners don't necessarily
have to be best friends.

Yeah...

Holden had been hanging around
the playground off and on for a while.

Couple of boys told me he would
stand staring at them during lunch.

They didn't think much of it until Holton
tried to grab one through the fence.

- I went out the next day. There he was.
- You know about last night's shooting?

- Yes, sir.
- We think Holton is the shooter.

He's on the run.

The boy he murdered was kidnapped
from here.

Sometimes a killer will come back
to the scene of the crime.

Gives him comfort. A happy memory
of his accomplishment.

I want you to put extra officers on
until we get him.

If you happen to see him, you bust him,
hold him and give us a call.

You know, I had a chance to shoot
that creep a couple of months ago.

He was running down a street.
I drew and aimed.

- But...
- You did the right thing.

- Did I?
- Yeah.

Open one.

Open two.

Close two.

Mr Yeaton, I'm Detective Walker,
this is Detective Pembleton.

We work homicide in Baltimore.

What can I do for you?

You were Glen Holton's cellmate
for five years.

Five wonderful years!

You see, the upside of being a rapist
or a paedophile

is you don't go into general population.

You get to bunk with others of your ilk.

We shared lots of bedtime stories.

Glen shot three police officers.

We were wondering if you had any ideas
as to where he might run.

Come on, you can't believe
in that little cop brain

that I'd ever tell you a thing.

Despite what you think, we're optimists.

Sorry to disappoint.

Besides, Glen isn't into guns.

He uses his hands for his dirty work.

He wouldn't have the nerve
to pull a trigger.

- You miss him?
- I miss his wit.

Then why won't you help us?

- Why, Officer?
- Mm-hm.

- Do I use big words?
- No, no, no.

It's just that if you've been languishing
in here without him these many years,

I don't see why you wouldn't do anything
you could to see that he get back here.

With you.

Why should he have all the fun, right?

Exactly.

Glen's best friend in the real world
used to work at Penn Station.

A janitor or something.

And Glen said there was a small room
just off the basement hallway

where he and his friend used to go
and tell war stories.

You have this friend's name?

Manuel...

- Something.
- Manuel something?

- Yeah, I don't remember.
- OK.

- Oh, hey. When you find him...
- Mm-hm.

Be gentle.

He's delicate.

You have our word on that.

You holding up OK?

- I'm fine.
- Good.

It isn't easy for any one of us.

Like I say, you know, I'm fine.

- Feeling a little freaked?
- No.

- Scared?
- No.

Guilty?

No, that's Bayliss, not me. No.

Oh, I get it.

You don't feel anything at all.

You're the type of guy
that two weeks from now

will stop at a traffic light
and all this will hit you.

When it hits, it will hit you hard, so hard
your heart will burst into 100 pieces.

I wonder what's keeping
Ballistics so long.

Beau. Can you hear me?

It's Beth. I'm here.

- The kids?
- They're downstairs.

The baby's with my sister in Philly.

I wasn't sure
they should see you like this.

- That's good.
- I came here as fast as I could.

The doctors say you're gonna be OK.

OK.

What happened?

You've been shot. You're
at Maryland Shock Trauma Hospital.

I'm alive.

Yes.

Who else got hit?

Kay and... Bolander.

- I could do with some water.
- You can't have any water yet.

- Just ice.
- So thirsty.

Here.

How's Kay? Where is she?

- I'm not sure.
- Well, find out.

Now, Beth. I gotta know where she is.

I gotta know if she's alive.

She always hated it
when I treated her like a lady, you know.

She just wanted me
to treat her like a cop.

I opened the door for her...

She went in first.
I should have gone in first.

It's not your fault, Beau.

- Hi, Beth.
- Hi.

I... just came by
to see how Beau was doing.

Well, he's gonna be all right.

- How's Kay?
- She's...

- She's out of surgery.
- Stanley?

Well... We're... we're waiting to hear.

I... don't know anything more than that.

Um... If you need anything...

...please call me, OK?

Megan...

Thanks.

Um...

I can't stay, Beau. I just wanted
to make sure you were all right.

We're gonna go back tonight.

Sorry.

Glenn Holton is five foot,
nine inches tall. He weighs 160 pounds.

He uses a nine millimetre
semi-automatic, so please be careful.

Detective Drummond has made
a plan with the Quick Response Team

on how we should enter
the train station. Mitch?

We'll focus on the custodian's room
at the far end of the basement hallway.

QRT will secure
the interior of the station,

then lead Detectives Pembleton
and Bayliss into the room itself.

Everyone involved
will check their positions

with the other officers and the QRT
at the station.

I want everybody to be clear on
procedure. If you have questions, ask.

Don't assume.
Don't leave anything to chance, OK?

- Lieutenant Russert.
- Yeah?

Two QRT guys placed in the line of fire
can shoot the suspect if necessary.

Two guys, that's all? Holton might
open fire or hostages.

They're the experts.
Let them do their job.

OK, but I want to bring him down.
I don't want mistakes. Understand?

- Calm down, Detective.
- Calm down?

I don't believe I heard you correctly.
Calm down?

Listen, we're under a lot of stress,
all of us here, OK? Frank...

What are you doing?
It's my responsibility, my investigation.

No, it's not. Not everything
that happens is your responsibility.

- Not everything is your fault.
- It's my case!

- You're wrong.
- Suddenly I'm wrong!

You're wrong. You may be
the primary on this case

but this case belongs to all of us.

Don't put this all on yourself. We will
get Holton and bring this case down.

But you let everyone do their job,
you do your job,

give yourself a break
and we'll get this bastard together.

- Together?
- Yeah, OK. OK.

Let's go, then.

Got to get some food
I'm so hungry all the time

I don't know how to stop
I don't know how to stop

Got to get some sleep
I'm so nervous in the night

I don't know how to stop
I don't know how to stop

I don't know how to stop
I don't know how to stop

Got to pick up the phone
I will call any number

I will talk to anyone

I know I've gone too far
Much too far I've gone this time

Don't want to think what I've done

I don't know how to stop
I don't know how to stop

There are always hidden silences

Waiting behind the chair

They come out when the coast is clear

They eat anything that moves

I go shaky at the knees

Lights go out, stars come down
Like a swarm of bees

No self-control

No self-control

No self-control

No self-control

No self-control, no self-control

No self-control,
no self-control

No self-control

No, no...

He's gone.

Last night, three veteran detectives
of the Baltimore City Homicide Unit

were viciously ambushed by a lone
gunman while serving an arrest warrant.

The detectives were in the process
of arresting one Glen Holton

who is believed to be the murderer
of Billy Borkin.

The detectives suffered severe wounds

and were transported
to Maryland Shock Trauma.

Mr Holton is still at large

and is considered
armed and extremely dangerous.