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[rock music plays]

[Munch] He was found this way?

Yeah. Water was still running
when the body was discovered.

Well, you shut it off.

I ain't wrecking
my new work shoes.

I just wanted to make sure
you had a pure look

at the crime scene
before we did that.

Okay, we had our look.
Can you shut off the damn water!

Thank you!

[Westby] Victim's
a senior here at Mencken High.

- His name is Mark--
- Mark McCarron, I know.

You know this guy?

Anybody
who knows basketball knows him.

He's in the sports pages
every other day.

So he was pretty good
with the old round ball, huh?

Oh, he's great
with the round ball!

He was Street & Smith's
preseason player of the year.

I think USA Today
had him rated top player
in the country as well.

Wonderful,
but didn't stop someone

from putting two bullets
into our Mr. Basketball here.

- Yeah, he was that, too.
- He was what, too?

Well, Maryland's Mr. Basketball.

There really is such a thing
as Mr. Basketball?

What does Mrs. Basketball
look like?

Any witnesses?

[theme music plays]

[static crackles]

- [phone rings]
- [man] Homicide.

[Munch]
So you found the body at 6:30?

You hear the shower going?

I walk in and I see
Mark laying there on the floor.

Uh, I go to him,
and I see he ain't breathing.

And then I see all of his blood
running out of him.

No one else is in the building?

Oh, no, the place is empty.

- Did you hear anything?
- [guard] No.

The kid was shot twice.
You gotta hear something.

Nothing that got my attention.

What's Mark doing
in the showers past closing?

Working his game.

Uh, he's got his own key.

Every day, I come in
at seven o'clock in the morning

to open the school.

He's out there on the court.

He's there an hour ahead of me.

[chuckling] I see him.

He looks at me
with the biggest smile,

says hello.

This is a kid
who knows [indistinct] courtesy.

Handled himself well, huh?

Oh, yeah.

He was a phenom,

both on and off the court.

[shutter clicks]

Every Division One coach
in the country
had contacted him.

Arizona, North Carolina,
Duke, UCLA.

I mean, like Duke needs
any players, right?

Well, that tells you
how good Mark is.

Yeah, we hear
he was a model citizen.

Ah, he was
an unbelievable person.

I mean, lot of boys
with Mark's kind of talent,

you know, they're relying on it
and that's all they use.

And Mark's not like that?

No, he's not gonna

step onto the court
and fool around.

I mean, he's not jacking up
a bunch of three-pointers

that don't make any sense.

I mean, he has discipline.

He's working jump shots,

you know, 15- to 18-footers,

the kind of shots
that work within our system--

This is all you can tell us
about McCarron,

is how he practiced
his jump shot?

- [coach] What?
- [Munch] Is there anything
you can tell us

about him outside of basketball?

What do you want me to say,
that he went to church?

Yeah, his family's churchgoing.
[mumbles]

Good student? Solid Bs.

You wanna know
if he makes his bed

or how often
he brushes his teeth,

go ask his parents.

[shutter clicks]

You said this case
was a no-brainer two days ago.

Well, we do have the name
of the killer, Manuel Renderos.

Yeah, the name, but where is he?

Renderos has
never been arrested.

Nothing's come off NCIC?

Well, we checked.
So far, nothing.

Renderos came to Baltimore
about a year ago.

He's been doing gas station
stick-ups mostly.

But we don't know
anything else, do we?

Well, we have the name,
and we've got the facts.

The witnesses say
that he did the killing.

The witnesses gave you
a description of Renderos?

[Bayliss]
Oh, yeah. Sure they did.

- [Pembleton] Vague.
- Vague.

Average height, average weight.

- Middle-aged.
- [Bayliss] [indistinct]

Well, this isn't vague.

This is red.

[Bayliss] Okay,
we'll get right on it, Gee.

Don't worry.

[Ballard] Do you want this one?

Mike, would you like this case?

[Kellerman] No, you take it.

Oh, I don't know.

I'm already the primary
on two cases this month,

and you haven't caught one
in a couple weeks.

So what are you saying?

All I'm saying
is that you're up.

Well, fine,
then just tell me I'm up.

That's all you gotta say.

[clears throat]

- Do you want to talk about it?
- Talk about what?

About whatever's messing
with your head.

Man, since
I've been in Baltimore,

you have been
the bear of the shift.

I'm fine.

Are you feeling burnt out?

'Cause, you know,
I've felt that way.

A lot, I've felt that way.

Everybody has, but...

you can't forget
to pay attention to the job.

Hey, the job sucks.

[laughing]
Obviously, the job sucks.

But we speak
for the dead, remember?

Hey, screw the dead.

What'd their moldering asses
ever do for me?

I-- I said
I'd take the call, okay?

Let's just leave it at that.

[Kellerman scoffs]

- Hey.
- He was alive when I got here.

- [Kellerman] Who?
- Calvin Leroy Barnes.

Still breathing
when you rolled up?

- Did he say anything?
- [Sanders] I asked who shot him.

- [Kellerman] And?
- Told me to stick it.

Ah, screw him, then,
if he's gonna be that way.

We might as well go
get some breakfast.

Come on, Mike.

You gotta go,
"We talk for the dead,"

and this guy won't
even speak for himself?

He doesn't deserve
a cop standing over him.

It's not about deserving.

Yeah, well, whatever
makes you happy, Ballard.

Calvin Leroy what's-his-name?

- [Sanders] Barnes.
- Barnes, right, right, right.

What's his date of birth?

Uh, 4-10-72.

Hey!

Happy Birthday, Calvin!
Check it out.

Most guys get cufflinks
or a tie for their birthday.

Calvin here
got himself a bullet.

[Kellerman whistling
"Happy Birthday to You"]

[*]

Hey, take a picture of me here
with the birthday boy.

Uh, Laura, you wanna--
you wanna get in this one?

Smile, Calvin.

Look, we don't even have
a picture of this guy,

let alone a fingerprint card.

We wouldn't recognize him
if he walked right by us
in the lobby.

Well, we know that he hangs out
at the Derby on Wolfe Street.

Every half-assed thug
on the East Side
hangs at the Derby.

What are we gonna do?

Walk into the bar,
show our badges and say,

"Manuel Renderos, come on down!

The price is right!
Come on down!

Come on down!"

Well, Frank,
we've got his pager number.

At least
his girlfriend gave us that.

- His pager number?
- [Bayliss] Mm-hmm.

Right.
It would have been even better
if she'd given us a picture.

She gave us what she had.

Well, great.
We can-- we can page him.

And then when he calls back,

we can ask him to please meet
us at Central Booking.

- I have a plan.
- A plan?

Yeah, a clever plan.

Huh, Bayliss has a clever plan.

Do you have a plan, Frank?

I admit it. I have no plan.

[*]

[Mr. McCarron]
Who would kill our son?

[Gharty] There's not a lot
we know right now.

We were hoping that you two
would be able to tell us

if Mark was having
any problems with anyone.

[Mr. McCarron]
What kind of problems?

Well, was anyone giving him
any trouble of any kind?

No. Everyone adored Mark.

Well, maybe someone
was jealous of his success.

No, I-- I don't think so.

I think maybe it was more like
they wanted to be a part of it.

And Mark made
everyone feel like they were.

Was he having
any problems here at home?

Only that
we didn't see him enough.

But if that's the worst thing
your child does,

is practice basketball all day,

with everything
going on today...

I think you have to consider
yourself lucky as a parent.

You know, um,

Mark was having
these headaches from tension,

all the recruiters
calling day and night.

Well, that's a lot of pressure
on a 17-year-old.

My son wasn't going to college.

[Gharty] No?

[Mr. McCarron]
Mark and I would talk.

He knew it would be
best if he turns pro.

Yeah, that's...

from high school to the pros,
that's rare.

Very few make that work.

He'd be taking
a big chance, huh?

Well, he's got
something extra special.

- He ain't Black.
- Excuse me?

Every kid that tries to
make the jump is Black.

The NBA caters
to corporate America,

and corporate America wants to
see a white boy out there.

Yeah, they love Jordan, but...

they're starving
for the next Larry Bird.

So your white son
was a can't-miss, huh?

He signs
his first contract, and...

he's got a life you and me
only dream about.

Hey, where are we
on Calvin Barnes?

I've got the case surrounded.

Excuse me. What do we know?

We know that Calvin Barnes
was an East Side drug dealer,

with more previous arrests
than I can count.

We know that
there's a .44 hollow-point

where the back of his head
used to be,

and we know that
he's not gonna be missed
by anybody past his mama,

and she's probably not all that
tore up about it, either.

Huh.

And we know that he worked
for Georgia Rae Mahoney.

[shutter clicks]

Background file
from Narcotics unit

has our victim
as a mid-level supplier

for the Mahoney organization.

- [yawns] No kidding?
- Yeah, no kidding.

In fact, this is
the fifth drug dealer

with a Mahoney connect
to go down in two weeks.

Five murders?

Coming up, the night shift
catches three in a row.

And then Stivers has a guy
that goes down two nights ago,

and it turns out that he is
a-- an enforcer for Georgia Rae.

So, now with your case,

that makes it a grand total
of five unsolved drug murders,

all on the East Side,
all with a Mahoney connect.

Hmm.

It's just so hard
to keep good help these days.

I mean, you know,
it-- it almost makes you feel
for Georgia Rae.

Look, I'm-- I'm--

I'm thinking
that this is a drug war.

I'm thinking, "Who cares?"

We're just the garbage men--

Sorry, we're
the garbage persons.

You know, every day,
we get in our--

in our little Cavaliers,
and we drive to some corner

and pick up some
fresh piece of garbage, right?

Why break a sweat over it?

Are you out of your mind?

We've gotta sit down
with Stivers and the others,

and we've gotta figure out
if there's a connection

to all this, if there is--
is some kind of a pattern.

Oh, you want a pattern?
I'll give you a pattern.

They're all
worthless sleazebags,

and they're all dead.

How's that for a pattern?

[*]

Where are we at with that
Mencken High School shooting?

We're going to the ME's.

The kid took two shots
to the upper chest.

I saw Matt McCarron
in the State's playoffs
last year.

The night was poetry.

You go to high school
basketball games, chief?

Oh, no, I was with a woman
who was a fan.

Um, I'm just along
for the ride.

So, uh-- so this kid McCarron
was poetry in motion, huh?

I was talking about the night.

The date was poetry, Stu.

Oh. Oh!
Good for you, lieutenant.

Munch, I have every confidence
that you'll close the case.

Yes, sir.

Who-- who's this--

who's this woman
that Giardello is seeing?

- I have no idea.
- You've never met her?

The lieutenant's like a sphinx

when it comes to
his personal life.

This McCarron kid's dead
only one night,

and his father's talking about
what a tragedy it is

he didn't sign an NBA contract.

Well, how do we know
how any of us would be

if we had a kid like that?

It's basketball.
It's only a game.

Yeah. It's a serious one.

That's an oxymoron, pal.

Games weren't meant
to be serious.

Well, how--
how come they keep score?

Anyone's got a kid
blessed with a talent,

they're gonna
be serious about it.

A bunch of fat,
balding geezers in $50 seats

is what ruined sports today.

A child's good at math,
or violin,

nobody makes a stink over him
being talented.

You put a ball in his hand,
and he goes pro,

that's the sign this world
is coming to an end, ah?

- Yes.
- Well, that's crap.

It's crap!

[inaudible speaking]

- [seatbelt clicks]
- Oh, then you're going in there?

Yeah, that's my plan.

[birds chirping]

[ska music plays]

[patrons chattering]

Change of plan. Come on.

Change of plan.

[ska music plays]

[patrons chattering]

Let me have a tonic
with a twist.

[*]

No ballistic matches
on any of the East Side murders,

meaning we are probably
looking at

a different shooter
for each case.

These are not street guys
getting killed.

These are lieutenants,
enforcers, wholesalers.

They're the cream
of Georgia Rae's crop.

- Any new leads?
- Zero.

And they're shot
execution-style.

Professional and efficient.

It seems to me,
the law of the street

works a hell of a lot better
than the law of the land.

The trouble with a drug war is,
someone always wins.

Not Georgia Rae, apparently.

So far, all the fallen soldiers
are hers.

Numbers six and seven.

[Ballard] Just that fast.

My call this morning
on Ashland Avenue

turns out to be two dead
in the Mahoney organization's
stash house.

From the looks of things,
there was a firefight.

We've recovered two guns,
and we're checking ballistics.

But right now,
looks like my two victims

may have shot each other.

Could it be Georgia Rae's
crew is blowing itself up?

Well, that would explain why

all the bodies
are Mahoney players.

They're not fighting
another organization,

they're turning
against each other.

I say we put the top down

and enjoy the ride
for as long as it lasts.

Yeah, except an innocent
bystander could be next.

Your victims aren't innocent,
and they won't be missed.

I'm not worried about
who's losing the war.

I'm worried
about someone winning it.

Work your cases.

[*]

- [Kellerman sighs]
- Hard.

[*]

[seabirds calling]

[siren wailing]

Alyssa Dyer,
my favorite body parts person.

Detective Gharty,
Detective Munch.

What do you have
on the McCarron case?

Two bullets in his chest.

- [tray rattling]
- [Gharty] Uh, close range?

This is one hunky specimen.

Kind of refreshing to get
someone who's in shape.

Hunky?

If you had this kid's pecs,

you and I would still be
an item.

At least
I'm not stone-cold dead.

Matter of opinion.

You two were an item?

Gharty, you're starting
to irritate

like another short,
round man I once worked with.

Anything of real import
you could tell us
about this case?

Entrance wounds are typical.

Circular, straight-on shots.

No evidence
of any defense wounds.

So maybe
he didn't expect any trouble,

didn't have time to react.

Well, maybe he was ambushed.

I found blood in his stomach
and his mouth,

so his heart and his esophagus
were probably pierced.

I'll know more later today.

Stu, we should go to the school.

If you come up with anything
new on this autopsy, call me.

You call me.

[Munch sighs]

I'm always put in the position

of having to make
the first move,

and I've learned
there's no percentage in that.

You're a bitter man.

Bitter, bitter man.

[funky music plays]

[patrons chattering]

Yo, yo, yo, this better be good.

What? What?

Man, I can't--

[Bayliss] Hey, is that him?

Yup, that's him.

- Huh, my plan.
- Your plan.

Now, we could snatch him up
right now,

but I'd like to know
where he lays his head.

That way, if we get an address,

we stand a much better chance
of recovering the murder weapon.

[Bayliss] Right.

[*]

If you could come
to the door, ma'am,

I just want to ask
some questions.

Just need a couple of minutes
of your time.

Can't blame people
who live in the projects

for not wanting to
mark themselves as a witness.

You know, we're just here

for as long as it takes
to solve the case,

and they have to live here
every day.

This is their neighborhood.

They don't want to do anything
to make it better,

- why the hell should I care?
- You know what?

Victim's family
lives over in the next court,

so why don't we just go
talk to them,

and see if we can kick
anything loose?

- You go.
- It's your murder.

It's my murder,
and I'll work it the way I want.

Right now,
there's somewhere I gotta be.

Fine. Fine. That's fine.

I'll go talk
to the dead man's mother
by myself, then.

You want the car?
Take the Cavalier.

No. Thanks. I'll call a cab.

Suit yourself.

sullied your otherwise
spotless reputation.

The threat of those allegations

might cause the judge to make
an error under pressure.

During a high-profile
civil suit, say?

Very likely.
Almost inevitable, in fact.

Now, I call you guys
a week ago about this tape.

You don't give me
the common courtesy

to call back,
so I decided to come

and personally
make the acquaintance.

I'll say this much, detective.

You got some kind of stones,
to go around

taping conversations
with the city judges.

The guy's dirty.

The question for you all is,

is what's the FBI gonna
do about it?

Even if this tape
were usable in court,

it's hardly definitive.

- What are you, dense?
- Dense?

Yeah, dense.

Gibbons has been
bending the rules

for the Mahoney organization
for months now.

A sitting judge is on the pad.

Now, you all work
for the Public Corruption Squad

of the FBI's
Baltimore Field Office.

Is any of this sinking in?

Go home, Detective.

Work your murders.

Leave the corruption cases

to the people who know
what they're doing.

Bunch of humps.

[phone ringing]

[agent sighs]

What do you want?

We're not having
this conversation.

What are we not having
a conversation about?

We've had a case up
on Judge Gibbons

for four months now.

We've got him dead
to rights on bribery
and extortion charges.

Yeah?

We're already talking to him
through his lawyers.

If all goes well,
he's going before

a Federal Grand Jury
in two weeks.

- Can he give you Georgia Rae?
- We think so.

Look, one cop to another,

I didn't want you
leaving here thinking that

we weren't interested in what
you were trying to tell us.

But when we're investigating
local corruption,

Bureau policy
is not to talk with the locals.

So do me a favor,
just keep this under your hat.

[Kellerman chuckles]
We've never met.

We never talked.
We're not even here.

What was he really like?

Mark? Man, he was the bomb.

Way cool,
but really down to earth.

- You know what I'm saying?
- [bell ringing]

Real friendly.
He wasn't in class as much.

But I guess
that's 'cause of basketball.

Mark wasn't much on schoolwork.

He blew out
his SATs twice, I heard.

He couldn't get above 700
on either time he took it.

I feel bad saying this,
'cause he was real sweet to me,

you know, but I heard

there was some kids
he kind of shoved around.

But mostly sweet, you know.

It doesn't add up.

A straight B student
who can't get better

than 680 on his college boards?

We were going to change tutors,

see if we could help Mark
bring those scores up a bit.

A bit?

To get into
a Division One school,

he'd need
a minimum SAT score of 1000.

680's a joke!
You're the principal.

How was he keeping a 3-0 average
with scores like that?

Tutors.

And here and there,
I'm sure some of his teachers

were willing
to cut him some slack.

After all,
Mark's extracurricular regimen

didn't leave a lot of time for--

For high school.

No wonder his father
was talking about the kid

jumping straight to the pros.

With SAT scores as low as this,
he's looking at nothing better

than two years playing ball
at a junior college.

Anything else
we should know about?

Not really.
He was a fine boy, a treasure.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

What about his relations
with other students?

Did he get along with everyone?

Very few complaints.

[Munch] Very few?
How many exactly?

Two, three...

What were the complaints about?

The usual sort of
teasing and roughhousing

that is typical, you know.

- Who complained?
- [principal scoffs]

Look, I-- I don't think
it serves anyone's interest

to risk Mark's memory
by exaggerating--

[Gharty] Look, can
you give us the names, please?

- Really, it was nothing--
- The names!

You're not gonna repeat this
to anybody around here, right?

Nah.

This is just you and me
here talking.

'Cause, I mean,
he's dead and all,

and talking bad about him
is kinda, like, sacrilegious.

So now it's just like,
"Whoa, speak no evil."

Trust me.

He did some stuff to me, yeah.

It wasn't too bad.

Just little things,
to let everyone know he could.

Like what?

Stupid things.

I mean, stuff that shows you

he wasn't even very smart
about being a jerk.

Um, like, uh,
every once in a while,

in the cafeteria,
he'd walk by and dump my tray

into my lap, that sort of thing.

- Why you?
- Uh, why not me?

I mean, one day some butthead
in a varsity uniform

learns your name,
and the next you're picking

tapioca and Salisbury steak
out of your sweater.

I-- I don't know.

You seem pretty cool about it.

Well, I mean,
it's all in the past, really.

I haven't--
I haven't crossed paths

with that jerk
since second quarter.

- [Munch] Why not?
- Um, he got tired of me.

- He found David.
- [Munch] David who?

David Tarnofsky. He's a senior.

Lately, he's been
Mark's new pal.

[Munch] David Tarnofsky?

Yes?

Detective Munch,
Baltimore Homicide.

This is my partner,
Detective Gharty.

We'd like to ask you a few
questions about Mark McCarron.

Sure.

We understand he did
some things to you.

He picked on you.

He can't pick on me anymore,
can he?

Maybe you should come with us,
so we can talk about this.

Yeah.

Sure.

[funky music plays]

- So, what's this all about?
- I don't know.

It looks like
he's just waiting on a callback.

Stop, start, stop.

Get a call, make a call.

Look, it's counter-surveillance.

He's wanted for a murder,
and he's trying to avoid
being followed.

[Pembleton]
Right, well, it's not working.

[Bayliss] Oh, here we go again.

[Pembleton] Okay, you know what?
I'm tired of this.

- 64-09 to KGA.
- [dispatcher over radio] KGA.

Go ahead, 64-09.

Okay, I'm at the corner of, uh,
Park and, uh--

- where the hell are we?
- [Bayliss] Madison.

[Pembleton] We're at the corner
of Park and Madison,

going north on Park,

uh, requesting back-up
to stop and detain

a number one male
driving a black Toyota Camry,

temporary tags.

Suspect is wanted in connection
with a homicide

and may be armed.

[dispatcher] 10-4.
Units responding.

[brakes screeching]

[upbeat music plays]

[siren wailing]

[Pembleton] Come on. Come on.
Come on outta the car!

Come on outta the car!

[suspect] Just be cool, be cool!

- [overlapping shouting]
- Be cool! Be cool!

I'm assuming the position.

- I'm assuming the position!
- [Pembleton] Good position.

[suspect]
I'm in the position, officer.

[Pembleton]
Okay. We get it, baby.

[Bayliss] Assume the position.

I'm assuming--
the position is assumed!

See? Everybody just be calm.
Just chill.

All right? See?

[Pembleton]
Shut your lips, Superfly.

Nothing there.

[Pembleton]
Salerno, go pop the trunk.

That's not necessary, Officer.

- [Pembleton] I think so.
- [Manuel groaning]

[Pembleton] Manuel Renderos,
you're under arrest

for the murder of Reggie Gaynor.

- Who?
- [Bayliss] Reggie Gaynor.

The kid you killed
on Mount Riggs a week ago.

What?

[Pembleton]
Come on, it's over, Manny.

Your run is over, baby.
Who is Manny?

What the--

Hey, detective. Check this out.

Ooh. Damn.

[Pembleton] Who is he?

Well, you know,
this man is supposed to be just,

like, a gas station
stick-up artist, right?

What's going on?

You're not Manuel Renderos,
are you?

Bernard Weeks.

How the hell
did y'all get onto me?

I was so damn careful.

I been muling this kind of
weight for five years now,

not so much as a traffic stop.

Y'all DEA, right?

No.

- [Bernard] FBI? Customs?
- Uh-uh.

Local Narcotics? [scoffs]

How long you been onto me?

Six months? Longer?

You had to be onto me
about a year to roll up on me

with this kind of weight.

No, we weren't looking for you.

- Say what?
- We're not local Narcotics.

Yeah, we're Baltimore Homicide,
we're looking for someone else.

This is just a, uh, mistake.

- A mistake?
- [Pembleton] Yeah.

You roll up on me
with 200 kilograms,

and it's a mistake?

Well...

you haven't, by chance,
killed anybody

in Baltimore lately, have you?

No way.

Well,
we have wasted another day.

Yeah.

A mistake?

Yeah, sorry. Get him outta here.

[funky music plays]

[reporters chatting, laughing]

[Barnfather]
All right, everyone.

If I can have
your attention, please.

Now, this seizure is the largest
in the history of Baltimore.

It is the result
of an exhaustive,

ten-month investigation
by detectives

in the City Homicide Unit,

working in conjunction
with CID Narcotics

and the Patrol Division.

It is a clear indication
that we can win the war

against illegal drugs
in this city.

That's all for now.
Thank you for coming.

- [group applauding]
- There's a commendation
for both of you in this.

[Pembleton] Thank you very much.

[Barnfather] Pembleton,
thank you.

Thank you very much.

[Giardello] You know,
I'm proud of you both.
I'm proud of you.

- My heroes.
- Mm-hmm.

Well, that's what we are, Gee.

- My drug warriors.
- [Bayliss] Mm-hmm.

Oh, my!

Why, it's still red.

In all this excitement,

I didn't see this red name
on the Board here, "Gaynor?"

Now, how could I have forgotten

this red name on the Board?

[laughing]

What up, what up, what up?

You tell me.

Ain't much about nothing.

That's not how I figure it.

What do you mean?

For weeks now,
I've been feeding you

sheets and records
and photographs

which belong to players
in the Mahoney organization.

So?

I did it
because you asked me to,

I did it without
any explanations being offered.

[Lewis sighs and scoffs]

What, I--
I can't count on you now?

For two weeks, bodies have been
falling all over the East Side.

The Mahoney organization
is falling apart at the seams.

How about that?

We have names
on the Board, in red.

Some are the same names
that you had me pulling out
of the computer.

We have seven open murders.

Myself, I caught
the double over on Ashland.

Oh, well... [scoffs]

...them two boys
killed each other, huh?

You ought to be able
to close that one at least!

How do you know that?

No, you know what...

I don't even--
I don't want to know.

[laughs] Ah, so,
you've got to relax, brother.

Come on, man.

Meldrick, are you whacking
these guys?

- I'm a cop, Falsone.
- [Falsone] I have to ask.

No, no, no,
you ain't got to ask.

What, you think I'm--
you think I'm like them, huh?

You think I play by those rules?

What the hell rules
are you playing by?

I'm just working the street,
you know.

Listening, learning.

Every now and again,
maybe I'll tell somebody

something that
they wouldn't otherwise know.

People are killing each other.

How about that?

[Falsone]
Meldrick, this is crazy.

[Lewis chuckling]

You gonna
take those home with you?

I owe you one, baby.

- Hey, Meldrick?
- Huh?

Be careful, man.

Always.

Hey, Michelle,
this one's on me, right?

- Who's on the other side?
- Nobody.

No one's looking in?

I know what
this mirror is here for.

- That make you nervous?
- No.

Why don't you have
a seat over there

on the other side of the table,
take a load off?

There's no one behind there.
I give you my word.

Okay.

[Munch] My partner
went to get you a drink.

[clearing throat]

I don't need anything
to drink anymore.

You a sports fan?

No.

Yeah, me neither.
Maybe a little baseball.

[door creaks open]

Here you go, David.

[David] Thank you.

So, it's been a crazy couple of
days over at Mencken High, huh?

Yeah, wild.

All the newspapers
and sports stations

are coming into the school.

You know Mark McCarron?

This doesn't taste right.

I can get you something else.

- Nah, that's okay.
- No, no. You're sure?

- It's not a problem.
- Yeah, I-- I'm just commenting.

I'm not complaining.

So, it's been a wild day
at school today, huh?

Yeah, we didn't have
any regular classes today.

We-- everybody's talking about
what happened.

It'd just be good
to have things regular.

[Munch]
What were they talking about?

About how cool McCarron is.

Yeah, I hear
he wasn't such a cool guy.

Him not cool?

He isn't, no one is.
The guy's a god.

We hear he had
a pretty nasty streak.

You know Danny Lynch?

Yeah, I see him around school.

He says that McCarron
used to go after him.

How about Philip Grimes?

You know, I did hear that...

Philip had a problem
with McCarron,

but, you know,
it's high school,

bad stuff happens.

Something real bad
happened to McCarron.

He deserved it.

You know
about your rights, David.

Um, I got to advise you
at this point

that you can have
a lawyer present.

We also called your dad.

He's coming here?

- Why did you do that?
- Part of the job.

Well, what
are you gonna tell him?

What do you want us to tell him?

Nothing. He doesn't know.

He doesn't know what, David?

Anything.

About how McCarron
would pick on you?

- How he humiliated you?
- He'd bully you, wouldn't he?

Danny Lynch and Philip Grimes
told us all about it.

Every day, huh?

Not every day.

[Gharty] I-- I, uh...

I gotta tell you again,
you can have a lawyer here.

What, you want to protect me?

What's a lawyer gonna do,
he's gonna take
a beating for me?

You are?

I'm protected now.

Now. I don't want a lawyer.

Took a lot of garbage
from McCarron, didn't you?

- What's a lot?
- [Munch] You tell me.

He'd take his class ring
and turn it inside,

whack me open-handed,
in the back of my head.

[Munch] That make you mad?

- It wouldn't you?
- Yeah.

And what would you do?

I'd think about
ways to get even.

Oh, you'd get even?

You'd go against him, right?

You can talk like that
'cause you weren't there.

You didn't go
to anybody about this?

Yeah, I tried.
I went to the principal.

She tells me I'm exaggerating,
that I should avoid McCarron.

But how do I do that?

He's the hero of the school.

He's got a right to anything.

He's got more than rights.

He's the guy
who makes up the rights.

You couldn't talk to your dad?

I-- I wanted to,
but I'm thinking,
"What's he gonna do?"

I tell him, and he's gonna
go after McCarron.

And what if
McCarron beats my dad up?

In front of everyone.

How do I live with that, then?

I ain't gonna let that happen.

My dad, he's like me.
He ain't got a chance.

You couldn't talk
to your friends about it?

Who'd wanna hang with me?
[scoffs]

You get smacked around,
they might, too, huh?

You know, huh?

I know.

[David sighs]

He has his buddies hold me down
in the locker room,

and they strip
my shirt and pants off,

everything's off.

I'm naked, all right?

And, uh, he takes strips
of athletic tape

and plasters them
to my short hairs.

And then he rips the tape off.

And then he-- he goes,
and him and his friends,

they carry me and they throw me
into the girls' locker room,

where all these girls
from my homeroom

are showering from gym class.

And it ain't so much
that he does that
with the athletic tape,

but then all the girls
gotta laugh at me, too...

girls gotta laugh at me, too.

Girls gotta laugh at me, too.

I go home, I get my dad's gun.

And I find McCarron.

And he's there in the shower,

he's getting all clean,

ready to go out
and have himself a good time.

And he sees me.

And all's I want to do
is show him the gun.

And maybe I can scare him.

Maybe he'll think
before he tries to

do anything else to me.

And I don't want to shoot him.

But when he sees me,
and I'm holding the gun...

and I've had the gun
before in my hands.

'Cause some nights I'm thinking
I can just stop it all myself.

[voice breaking]
I could just shoot myself.

But I can't,
but I don't know why.

So I just want him to know
that I'm serious

about all this crap ending.

I point the gun at him,
but he knows what's going on.

And what does he do?

He smiles.

That big famous smile of his,

that stupid smile
everyone takes a picture of.

[shutter clicks]

[gunshot bags]

And I don't remember
what happened next.

But I can still see him.

He's not smiling anymore.

[David exhales sharply]

I appreciate you
getting me something.

I've been thirsty all day.

No matter how much water
and stuff I take,

- I just need a lot to drink--
- Where's the gun?

My father's closet.

Everything's gonna be
different from now on, David.

Your life changes.

For the better.

You need anything, David?

I ain't sorry
about a damn thing.

[*]

[Munch sighs]

[sighs] He'll do hard time

for shooting
Maryland's Mr. Basketball.

He'll have his ass handed to him
every day he's up in Jessup.

I can sympathize.
I know why he did what he did.

Going to high school
was no day at the beach

for a teenage Jew in the '50s.

Oh, come on.

Hey, I was 15 years old. I ran.

What else could I do?

It's part of growing up.

[sighs] Gharty, it sounds like
you never were

on the receiving end, were you?

Every day was open season on me.

- You got past it, right?
- Says you.

You ever go
after anybody in those days?

- Sure.
- Sure?

I was a kid being a kid.

It was, uh,
testosterone, hormones.

I hated morons like you.

All right. I'll tell you what.

If it'll make
you feel any better,

I'll give you a free shot.

- What?
- Yeah.

Come on. Give me your best shot.

Don't get goofy on me.
No, no, no!

It's okay. Come on. Come on.

Hit me. Hit me.

Let go of
all that crap out of your past.

Give me your best shot.

- My best shot?
- Yeah.

Whoa! Ooh! Wait, that--
wait a second!

- You said my best shot!
- Not with that!

You want me to
get all Marquess of Queensberry?

How about I buy you
a beer instead?

A beer's gonna
make up for my past?

No, but at least it'll get
that ashtray out of your hand.

[smooth jazz music plays]

[Munch sighs]

[tense music plays]

Numbers eight, nine and ten.

Well, what do you know?

The Mahoney killings
just went double digits.

[*]

[theme music plays]