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[melancholy soul music plays]

Out, baby! Two hands! Two hands! Open the door!

Out! Out! You know the routine, baby!

Hands on the hood! Come on!

Okay, here we go! We're going in!

Come on! Let's do it!

Where is she?

Where the hell is Georgia Rae Mahoney, huh?

[theme music plays]

[static crackles]

[indistinct chatter over radio]

- [phone rings] - [man] Homicide.

Details of the shooting inside the Homicide Unit remain sketchy,

but WBAL-TV will bring you live updates

as we get more information.

Sit! Sit! You, down.

[tense instrumental music plays]

[shutter clicks]

...but Baltimore City residents, in light of tonight's crisis,

are left with this question.

If the Police Department isn't safe, who is?

...find out exactly what happened inside?

We do know shots were fired.

Two cops wounded, three dead, on my shift.

You want my head, it's yours.

I'm going to lie, Al, before this is over,

I may have to take you up on that,

but right now I need all my soldiers doing battle.

The same thing happened in DC three years ago.

Remember the kid who walked in to Homicide,

shot the whole place apart?

But not in our shop, our house.

[sighs] What I need is a scapegoat.

Someone to take some heat.

We're bringing in everyone, right?

From the lowest top, right up to Georgia Rae.

- No one stays on the corner tonight. - Good.

City Hall wants to know that the situation is under control.

Now, if Georgia Rae Mahoney can do a perp walk-in

to central booking on tomorrow's six o'clock news,

that'll go a long way.

- We're on it! - All right.

Six o'clock, tomorrow, all four channels.

Otherwise, some police commander's head

will be spiked on the flagpole at City Hall.

Right now, this is Dawn Daniels reporting live

from the Homicide Unit in downtown Baltimore...

Top of the news.

This will go national and everybody will know

we got our ass kicked.

Guy goes nuts, grabs a cop's gun.

Where's the shame in that?

- What's your secret, Falsone? - Secret?

For carrying this.

I have witnesses to interview. I have reports to write up.

I have a job, right?

- That simple, huh? - [Falsone] Yeah.

Cops bled out here, all right?

I mean, the second floor of

the Police Headquarters building!

We can't protect our own?

We got two being pieced together by trauma teams.

We got three more in the ME's freezer

and we're supposed to feel what?

We used to police this city. We used to own the real estate.

Now what are we? Our names are going up on the damn board.

This place will never be the same.

Why don't you pick up the phone?

Go out on the run. Work a witness.

Anything, okay? Just don't bitch and moan.

This place is still standing.

We're still standing.

We have work to do.

That's it? That's all you got?

What do you want me to say?

We are not in control.

After all that's happened, what right do we have asking for control?

- Where the hell is Georgia Rae? - I don't know.

You just decided to take the limo out for a spin?

A little joyride? Is that it?

Police been beating up people all night.

I'm just trying to get out of town, you know.

I'm trying to make the county line.

Right, you're in a stretch limo with Mahoney tags.

You know, that's a surefire way

to become some traffic cop's piñata.

Yeah, you're right about that.

You all definitely got your shots in.

- Where's Georgia Rae? - I don't know.

Oh, you're gonna break bad on me again!

I guess Junior Bunk didn't give you all enough to think about.

[Pembleton] Come on, come on. Hey, hey, hey.

[Bayliss] [indistinct] Junior Bunk, huh? Tell me about Junior Bunk!

[Pembleton] Come on, come on, come on.

Outside. Now.

There'll be no other warning.

I'll take care of Gee.

- So where did you drop her off? - I didn't drop her anywhere.

[Kellerman] Get the hospital on the phone.

So where is she?

[sighs] I want a lawyer.

Gee...

the hospital's on line one.

- [suspect] I want a lawyer. - Hey, he wants a lawyer.

He wants a lawyer? You want a lawyer?

You want a lawyer?

[Giardello] All right.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

I'm sorry. I'll-- I'll go.

Sit down.

- I'd rather stand, lieutenant. - What do you want?

None of this is making sense anymore.

I don't care whether it makes sense or not.

No one feels more violated than I do.

This is my shift, my unit.

But I'll tell you what I'm gonna do now.

I'm gonna fill out these run sheets

and then I'm going home and so are you.

- [Stivers] I did this. - What?

This.

I brought this on us.

What are you talking about?

Not me alone. But I--

uh, we--

What are you saying?

It just happened so fast, lieutenant.

I didn't think that that...

How was I supposed to...

Luther.

The shooting.

What do I do?

[indistinct chatter]

He give her up?

The interview was over from the moment you smacked him.

You know a beatdown's the last resort.

- We needed respect. - We needed him talking, man.

Well, he knows who we are anyway.

Something I can do for you?

[man] Tell us where Al Giardello is.

[Munch] And you are?

Attorneys representing the interests

of Georgia Rae Mahoney.

[*]

We understand you need to speak with our client.

Get her down here now.

Miss Mahoney had nothing to do with this regrettable incident.

Her son acted alone.

If she wants to say that, she comes in.

Miss Mahoney wants you to understand

that this tragedy should end with Junior's death.

Wait a minute.

We're beyond what Georgia Rae wants.

She's being charged and we have a warrant for her arrest.

- For what? - Conspiracy to distribute narcotics.

Can we see the warrant?

The warrant is before the court commissioner at this very moment.

[attorney] A rush-job!

You know you have no evidence of a narcotics conspiracy.

If that's true, you have no problem

having a dismissal to prelim.

But tonight, she's being charged.

Miss Mahoney has legitimate business interests.

This is harassment.

She surrenders herself or we continue

to kick down doors and sweep our corners.

Now, the longer she stays, the worse it gets.

- If your warrant's legitimate-- - Look, get out of my office.

You hear me? Get out.

Get out of my office. Get out.

Son of a bitch.

[woman over PA] Dr. Baraji,

please call in extension 29.

Dr. Baraji, please call extension 29.

- Laura? - Hi.

Oh, you would come to a hospital empty-handed.

With no flowers, no candy, no nothing.

- The gift shop was closed. - [Ballard] It was closed?

- Let me just call 'em-- - All right, all right, all right.

I'm cheap. I have a reputation to uphold.

- [Ballard] Hmm. - How they treating you?

Well, they've given me a lot of fentanyl,

so everything's really soft around the edges.

How's Gharty?

He's out of surgery.

But he's gonna make it?

Yeah, he's a-- a he's gamer.

- Shot in the chest, wasn't he? - [Falsone] Yeah.

Five of us. All inside Headquarters.

Well, this is one tough town.

But at least I know that Baltimore's the safest place I can be now, right?

I don't know.

I could catch a bullet.

That can happen to anyone, anywhere.

But for it to happen to the same cop twice,

in the same town, same career,

what are the odds of that happening?

I may never even go over the city limit again.

[laughs]

- [birds chirping] - [dog barks]

[Bayliss] I'm glad we got out of the office.

The smell was getting to me.

I didn't notice.

You didn't notice the smell?

You didn't notice the blood and the powder residue?

We were working right in the middle of a crime scene.

I noticed, okay?

I knew Kecken pretty well.

The mayor's detail.

Decent guy.

I worked with Charlie Moore in the Western, same sector.

He's a good man.

You know something? I didn't see it.

Didn't see it coming, didn't see him.

And he's coming in there and he's playing all hard.

But we get a lot of guys that come in there

doing that same thing, you know?

You think we were supposed to know he was the one?

That this punk, out of all of the other punks

that come through the squad room,

this one's going over the top? Please.

Well, I'm running around in my gun locker

and I'm trying to get my backup gun

because my gun is in my desk.

It's in the bottom left drawer.

He's blowing up the place and my gun's sitting down there.

It's sitting with the pencils, with the paperclips.

Nobody was ready.

Well, I'm ready now.

Ready for what?

Anything, Frank. Anywhere.

[officer] We searched Georgia Rae's condo again.

We got nothing.

- [Bayliss] Nothing, huh? - No, sorry.

[*]

Look at this.

- Who is it? - No idea.

What are you thinking?

Well, it's not like she has

all the friends in the world now, is it?

[Lewis] Hey, maybe she's from around the neighborhood.

You know, York and Cator.

That's where the Mahoneys come up.

[Bayliss] Yeah.

Stivers has got a couple informants up around there.

Okay, well, give her a copy of this photo

and have her walk it around the neighborhood.

Yeah, let her knock on some doors.

Yeah, or kick them in.

What's up, Adrian?

Usually can't catch you home this time of day.

- I need the whole 20. - $20? For what?

Come on, Terry, I'm sick, and y'all shut down my corner.

How's a brother supposed to get paid and get high if he can't get work?

You know this woman?

No, never seen her.

What about Georgia Rae? She been around?

I don't know. And I don't want to know.

Y'all been busting up the whole Eastside behind her nonsense.

Bodies falling, the cops is on a rampage,

it ain't safe for us regular folks anymore.

How about that 20?

I'm sorry, baby.

We played "name that woman," and you lost.

Girl, you is cold-hearted.

[indistinct announcements over PA]

[Ballard] Hey, buddy.

[mumbles]

You are a vision in intravenous accessories.

- Yeah, I'm a work of art. - Hmm.

How's your foot?

[Ballard] Oh, well, at first they said that I was going to lose it.

But now they're just back down to canceling my dance card for a few months.

Yeah?

Good.

We made it, Stu.

This is us. We're here.

I guess.

When it happened, I was really scared.

I mean, I was terrified.

How about you?

- Scared? - [Ballard] Yeah.

[Gharty] It came so fast.

I didn't think.

You know?

I-- I wasn't ready, so...

no, I wasn't scared.

But, uh...

now...

This stuff...

scares the hell out of me.

Yeah.

[Kellerman] That's the last of 'em.

Yeah, 18 interviews and not one word

about where Georgia Rae might be.

[Kellerman sighs]

Yeah, it's the first time we partnered together in a while.

Yeah, but don't get all excited there, Mikey.

Everybody's gotta work together in a red ball.

What's your deal, huh?

You got something to say to me, say it.

Yeah, okay.

We got cops and judges on our heads

and that don't even faze you?

This ain't been that easy for me, Mikey.

If I'd known what I know now, I'd have called the bosses

before Mahoney's carcass hit the ground.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Who would you have called them on?

It wasn't me who whipped Luther's ass

and got his gun took, and it wasn't me

who got all those Eastside drug dealers capped.

I'll stay out of your way.

- Everything all right? - Sure.

Fine.

Showing this picture around got us a name.

Anonymous caller has her as Doris Hughes.

Georgia Rae set her up in a house in Ashburton.

We're mounting up to take the place.

[soft rock music plays]

- I'm taking the back. - Okay.

- [gunshots banging] - [woman screams]

[woman] I saw it! They got Georgia Rae!

Please help! They got-- they got her!

[*]

[gunshots banging]

[gunshots]

[music fades]

Coming at you down the back. Down the back stairs!

[Munch] Got that.

What the hell are you doing?

It's Georgia Rae.

I'll be damned.

Her own people must've whacked her.

[gunshots]

[Falsone] One down inside!

[Pembleton] Where's the other guy?

Coming right at you!

[gunshots banging]

[Bayliss groans in pain]

Son of a bitch!

My partner's down!

My partner's been shot!

[Bayliss] I'm okay. I'm okay.

- I'm okay. I'm okay. - I'm here, baby.

You've been hit, baby.

[Bayliss, strained] I'm okay.

- Oh, God. - I'm okay!

Somebody! Stick with me, baby. Come on.

- I'm okay. - Slow down, stick with me.

Somebody!

[officer] 10-13! 10-13!

- 2224 Fairview. - [Pembleton] Hold his arm!

Hold his arm, man. - Okay, okay.

- It's all right, Timmy. - [Bayliss groans]

Damn it! Give me an ambo, John!

It's okay, Tim. They're on their way.

- [radio crackles] - 10-13!

[Pembleton] Stick with me. Stick with me.

[officer over speakers] Signal 10-13...

[indistinct]

- [Munch] Hey. - Did you get them?

[Munch] You're gonna be all right.

Did we get her? Huh? [gunshots banging]

[gunshots]

- What do we got here? - [Bayliss screaming in pain]

37-year-old male police officer. Single gunshot wound to back.

Sir, keep your arm down.

Okay, man. Come on, come on, man.

I'm here, I'm here, I'm here. I'm here, I'm here, I'm here.

[doctor] Stay with me. Come on, now, come on.

Stay with me, now. Stay with me.

I-- I'm not shot! I'm wearing my vest!

[doctor] Easy, easy, easy.

[Bayliss gasps]

Stay with me. Keep your arm down, sir.

[nurse] All right, take it easy.

All right, we're gonna roll him on his side.

One, two, three.

Got a gunshot wound. Back, flank area.

Roll him back on three.

One, two, three. Let's get him to OR.

Let's go.

You're gonna make it, baby. You're gonna make it.

You have made it this far, I won't let you go.

You're gonna make it. You're gonna make it.

- You've made it this far-- - Frank, they can help him.

Come on, Gee! Let me go, man! Come on, let me go!

Calm down.

Okay, I'm calm.

I'm calm, I'm calm, I'm calm, I'm calm.

- I'm calm. Uh-huh. - Outnumbered.

- We weren't ready. - Yeah, outnumbered again.

Again, we're not ready.

You take this back down to the quartermaster

and tell that bastard a bullet tore through his vest like it was paper.

Like it was paper.

Frank...

this, all of this, is happening for a reason.

I need answers, Frank, I need answers fast.

No. I'm here with Bayliss, so if you got problems around that,

you gotta go with somebody else.

Now, go with somebody from the other side.

Frank, Frank! It's our mess, my mess.

I need this done right.

What the hell are you talking about?

Kellerman...

Lewis, Stivers, a year ago.

- The Mahoney shooting. - Something's not right about it.

- You know this. - I know.

You want me to go back on a justified police shooting?

You want to open up that can of worms?

It's gotta stop somewhere.

You really want to do that to your command?

Do it, Frank. I don't care where it goes or how it ends.

Is there any place worse than-- than where we're at?

The bullet hit a rib and splintered.

We're gonna be in there for hours,

chasing down a lot of pieces.

Start with Lewis.

Okay.

Okay.

This officer has retained counsel through his union.

As his legal representative,

I've advised him not to make any statement.

I guess you know something's real wrong

when you come here with your lawyer.

I got good instincts.

- Rise up, counselor. - [counselor] Excuse you?

Rise up, please.

[scoffs] I'll humor you on this one.

Meldrick, I want you to tell me the truth.

Be straight with us.

Meldrick, I'm asking you to be a man about this.

You want to talk about my manhood, huh?

I'm advising you that you don't have to talk with them.

This whole Eastside drug war, you did it, Meldrick.

- You sparked it. - [Lewis] I did it?

Yeah, you did it, and I helped you.

I'm coming clean on that. I gotta.

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

Meldrick, we have got to get right with each other.

[sighs] You know,

I never in my wildest dreams would have thought

this would come to this.

This-- this is just way out of whack.

You know what?

I believe this interview is over.

What did you think was going to happen, huh?

You can't talk to me, Meldrick?

How many good years we got between us?

A lot of years.

You know what? I'd be cool with him firing you.

You can go, thank you.

- It's not a great idea. - Hey, look, look, look.

I-- If I can't be wrong with these two guys out in hell,

am I ever gonna be right?

Thank you. It's all right.

I'll hang around the squad room if you need me.

[Lewis] Good, fine. Cool, thank you.

Get up.

- [Lewis] "Get up"? - Yeah, go on, get up.

This is your box, huh?

What am I, some corner boy?

A corner boy? You want me up? I'm up, so bring it.

- No, I'm standing here. - Don't pull that on me.

- You bring it. Come on. - Get up.

- Come on. - I'm up.

Look at us.

Look at us standing here, huh?

Have I not rolled with you? Have I not been a cop with you?

Have I not closed cases with you?

- Yes. True! - Always the good cop?

So why don't you tell us how this whole thing gets started?

Come on, Meldrick.

You wanna sit here, huh?

- You wanna sit here for me? - [Pembleton] All right.

All right, I'll roll up on Stivers.

- [Falsone] Not Stivers. - [Pembleton] Now, if you wanna play games here--

- She's clean!

Kellerman.

Find Kellerman, please.

Wanna stay or you wanna go?

[Falsone] Kellerman.

- Yeah? - [Falsone] We should talk.

Me and you talk?

Yeah, private.

- Private? - Let's talk in the box.

Whatever.

After you.

Frank.

Come on in, Mike.

- I need your weapon, Mike. - What?

- Give Falsone your weapon. - Standard procedure.

[scoffs] Well, standard procedure for what?

- Come on, have a seat over here. - Mike, I need your weapon.

You want my gun?

What's going on, fellas?

- We're going to have a little talk. - About what?

About making things right.

Detective Kellerman, I need your weapon.

Oh!

We're going to get formal now, aren't we?

What, Falsone, I gotta address you

as Detective Falsone?

Screw you!

- Simple courtesies, all right? - Come on, Mike.

- Frank. - Mike.

You want me to have a seat? Huh.

I like this one.

- You want a lawyer? - A lawyer?

Come on, Mike. You know the drill.

Why would I need a lawyer? I'm among my brothers in blue.

So you agree to waive your right to have an attorney present?

[Kellerman] Oh. Not again.

Let's just see how this little talk among us is going.

- I'll take it from there. - Luther Mahoney.

What about him?

We need to talk about Luther.

How's Bayliss doing?

I'm concerned.

Faster we get this little talk over,

we can all go out to the hospital

and see how he's doing, okay?

- Sure, yeah, yes. - [Kellerman] Okay?

That'd be good.

I mean, I know what it is

when you have to worry about your partner.

Look, the Mahoney shooting ain't right.

We know that, you know that.

- Is that so? - [Falsone] Yeah, that's so.

Lewis tell you that?

[Pembleton laughs]

The suspect pointed a handgun at my partner.

Did he? For all I know, Lewis' gun was a plant.

You shoot Mahoney down like a dog

and then Lewis drops his weapon to cover you.

- He had the gun. - So you say.

- Is that my report there? - Yeah, it's a nice story.

You like the happy ending?

It's all made up.

- No. - Fiction.

I was there.

I perceived that Mr. Mahoney was preparing to use

deadly force against three officers of this unit.

- Lies, Mike. - [Kellerman] Were you there?

You're not there, you don't know.

- Molly Bowman. - Who's she?

Calvin Barnes?

- What? - Wilkie Collins.

Lydia Collins. Judge Gerald Gibbons.

- Gibbons was dirt. - All of them dead.

- Yeah, that's on the Mahoneys. - No, Mike, that's on you.

Gharty, Ballard...

- Officers Kecken, Springs-- - ...Bayliss--

You can't put those names on me!

- Sit down. - No!

Mahoney has his gun raised to here

and a fellow officer is in the line of fire.

I was there.

Sit your stupid, lying ass down.

- He had a gun. - Mahoney had no gun!

You shot him like a dog!

Then Lewis drops his weapon

to cover you, to protect his partner.

What do you think I am?

I think you're a good cop.

You went a little too far, a split-second decision, a bad moment.

You can't get it back, can you?

You don't know what the hell you're talking about.

Read all three reports.

We all come up the same on it.

Lewis, Stivers, me. Just read the report.

It's three versions of the same lie.

Mahoney is not aiming his gun at Lewis, Stivers, or you.

He doesn't have a gun, Mike.

There was a clear threat.

- If you were there, you'd have done what I did. - No, Mike.

- [Kellerman] No? - No.

Huh. Which is why Bayliss gets hurt tonight, right?

[Falsone] This is not about tonight.

This is about you a year ago shooting an unarmed suspect.

Look, he had a gun, okay? I was protecting my partner.

Then why can't Lewis protect you now, huh?

If you saved his life, why can't he come in here

and look me in the eye on this, huh?

Look, I protected him, which is what you should have done!

- [Pembleton] There was no gun! - There was!

Then why all the lies, huh, Mike?

Why the false looks?

Why can't the man you saved come in here

and speak up for you, Mike?

I don't know. Ask him.

Do you think that I would just murder an unarmed man?

I mean, even scum like Luther.

You think that I could just execute him?

You know, I always respected you, Frank.

I did. I respected you.

But for you to think this about me--

Mike, there was no gun!

He had a gun! That is the truth!

He had a gun!

[*]

The gun is down?

He had a gun! He had it!

And it was down.

Mahoney lowered his gun.

You fired.

You were no longer in fear of him and in threat.

You shot him down. You shot him down.

You shot him down.

Give me your badge, Mike.

What I did, you'd have done.

[Pembleton] Mike, give me the badge.

What I did, I'd want done for me.

Lewis give me up?

No.

All right, because he's a stand-up cop.

[scoffs]

I'm a good police.

I know that.

Detective Kellerman...

did Detective Lewis and Stivers have any knowledge

of your intent to fire your weapon?

- This is on me alone. - [Falsone] No, Mike!

They're caught in the lie of it.

You know, I could throw that lie away

and I will still stand behind what I did!

You know, you go get me-- you get me a pen and a paper,

I'll write all this up.

But I put myself in, no one else.

What, you can't look me in the eye?

I can't look at you, Mike. Give me the badge.

You think about all of this when you go and see your partner.

No.

Give me a minute, would you?

I didn't give you up.

I didn't you either.

I know that, partner.

Can you do me a favor?

If I can, yeah.

- Give me your gun. - What?

Let me have your gun and you walk out

and give me a minute to myself.

I can't do that, Mikey.

[Pembleton] It's not murder, but it's close.

At the very least, we can get manslaughter.

If you charge Kellerman,

you take Lewis and Stivers with him.

They both brought it up clean,

they both will fall for a false report charge.

As they should.

They covered for another cop.

You'd have done the same, I would have done the same.

Lieutenant, Shock Trauma called.

- They say Tim's out of surgery. - [Giardello] Thank you, Judy.

If it were Bayliss,

wouldn't you have carried it for him?

It wouldn't be Bayliss.

I'm going back to Shock Trauma.

When I get back, I'm going to type this up

like with any other confession.

What you do with it, it's on you.

[Giardello] You can fight this. You might even make it.

Jury looks at Mahoney, looks at you,

looks at the situation where the gun's still in Mahoney's hand...

I'd say you have a good chance.

But if you go to trial...

you take Lewis and Stivers with you.

- Don't charge me, then. - [Giardello] No.

If I have to charge you to get you gone,

then that's what I'd do.

And if I quit?

This stays here with me.

[sirens wailing]

[indistinct announcements over PA]

How is he?

The doctors say vague reassuring things like,

"He's doing as well as can be expected."

It scares me to death.

- You're Frank. - You must be, uh...

- Virginia. - Bayliss' mother.

- Not too long. - [Pembleton] Yeah, sure.

He saved my life tonight.

I hesitated.

He pushed me out of the way and...

saved my life.

He thinks the world of you.

He says that you're his friend.

He says you're not a person who has friends

but that he's your friend.

[both chuckle]

[woman over PA] Doctor Escaban, you're wanted in reception.

Doctor Escaban, you're wanted in reception.

Oh, dear God, Tim.

- I'm so sorry. - [Virginia] Thank you.

Excuse me, folks. I can't have a crowd in here.

We'll go.

He saved my life.

I have this one son of a bitch sighted.

I have my gun on him.

And I don't know.

I don't.

I blanked.

I froze.

I didn't even hit a shot.

Next thing I know...

Tim's laying on the ground...

looking up at me, bleeding.

- Because of me. - Frank, don't do this.

You didn't know this was gonna happen.

Dear God...

make Bayliss fight.

God, please.

I swear I will do anything.

Let him live.

I'm asking.

I'm begging.

Help my friend.

I want him to live.

- How is he? - He's not good.

He's in there?

Yeah, but we got chased out by the nurse.

- She don't want a crowd. - Oh, screw the nurse!

You know, you're not doing Tim any good,

thinking like this.

[Pembleton] Good?

What the hell is good?

What's good here?

Where do I stand in all this to be able

to talk about doing any good?

Frank.

- I'm done. - What?

Bayliss is here because of what?

A partner who can't get him through safely

to the end of the shift.

Look...

this is not your fault.

Yeah, it's mine. And I'll carry it.

I gotta carry it.

Bayliss is in there because of me.

And you.

And Lewis, Kellerman and Stivers.

All of it.

But what is it? What is it really?

- Frank. - It's a lie, a damn lie.

Now, maybe you can live with this lie,

but me, I just walked into the box

with the man I served with.

A fellow detective, Kellerman. I watched him turn to dirt.

You told me to do it, I did it.

Now you want me to look away.

Live this lie.

If I have listened to you, if I just listened...

I never would have come back to this job.

And Tim, Tim is not laying in that bed

with all those damn tubes sticking out of him.

I know that smell.

It smells like death.

I couldn't listen, could I?

There's no truth for me anymore,

Not anymore.

I can't be out on the street.

I'm never going back in that box ever again.

It's done.

I'm finished.

[*]

[mellow country music plays]

Give me another shot.

See the door over there, friend? Take your business elsewhere.

I ain't leaving until you give me a shot!

You're drunk. I can't serve you.

If you don't start pouring, I'm gonna mess you up.

Now give me another drink!

Hey, pal. Take a walk.

Who are you?

You want trouble? You got trouble.

Trouble?

Oh, yeah, princess, you terrify me.

What are you? A cop?

Yeah, dumbass, I'm a cop.

- [man laughs] - Come on, pal, let's go.

[sirens wailing]

[somber music plays]

[indistinct announcements over PA]