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[whistle blowing]

[brass band playing]

[crowds cheering]

Woo!

I don't understand what we're doing here, Gee.

It's ridiculous. I mean we're murder police for crying out loud!

Detective Howard, this is the city's way

of recognizing the hard-working men and women

of the Baltimore City Police Department.

It's an honor really.

Honor? Hey, Gee, it's a photo op.

[crowd cheers]

- Look at that grass. - Grass? What grass is that?

This soil is soaked in the sweat and blood

of Johnny Unitas, Alan Ameche, Tom Matte,

Gino Marchetti, [indistinct], Elroy "Crazy Legs" Hirsch

on that 40-yard line, right there.

Wow.

You know, Stan, these guys,

they're playing for you, they're playing for us,

just the same as all your old Baltimore Colts heroes.

It's the same city, Stan. It's the same stadium.

It's the same game, almost, you know.

So young. So ignorant.

[announcer] Ladies and gentlemen,

in the Baltimore CFL's continuing tribute

to the special people who serve our city so well,

we are tonight honoring those who keep Charm City safe.

Would you please stand and give a big hand

to the representatives of the men and women

of the Baltimore City Police Department.

[crowd cheering]

[theme song playing]

[music fades]

[Pembleton] How many shell casings?

[Bayliss] Three.

[Pembleton] Okay, three shell casings.

...32 caliber.

Got powder burns.

There's a close contact wound.

Got a half-circle muzzle imprint.

Yeah, someone jammed a barrel right into this kid's head.

Bam.

Serious indentions.

We found this on the boy.

- Darryl Nawls. - Nawls.

Okay, take whatever shot you need.

We're going to roll in about ten minutes.

[camera shutter clicks]

[Munch] You saw the shooter walk in?

Just by himself, and he pulls out

this bad-ass piece from his waist.

[Bayliss] Did Darryl run with any gangs?

Darryl ain't down with that stuff.

Just strolls up, pulls his piece out,

and zip, zip, zip

right into the kid's head, right in his ear.

He was cold.

[Pembleton] He came out of nowhere?

Uh-huh.

[Pembleton] What's nowhere?

He just walked in.

You ever see this kid who shot Darryl before?

Yeah, I've seen him before.

His name is Ronnie Sayers.

Man, would you stop with that?

You already put a half a pound of sugar in that cup.

- Thought you hated sugar. - I need a glucose boost.

You gonna get the sugar blues there, Big John.

I'm gonna get a coroner

if we don't get some decent beverage servers

hired for the bar today.

This is a watershed moment, Meldrick.

We're about to take on enormous responsibilities.

We're in the threshold of becoming

what I never would have imagined in my wildest dreams.

What's that?

We're about to become bosses.

[laughs] We're about to hire a couple of waitresses.

What you getting so wired up about?

[Lewis sighs]

Morning, one and all.

Now remember, who we hire

directly reflects upon who we are.

We should proceed with all due care and consideration.

Right you are.

Okay, now, if y'all would be so kind

as to fill out this paper.

It concerns your previous employment history.

- You got a pen? - [Lewis] Yeah.

- Here, give me a pen. - I don't have a pen.

Does anybody have a spare pen or pencil, please?

I need something to write with, too.

Anybody else?

It's unanimous.

Hey, Beau, what do you think about this neighbor's statement?

- It's fine. - It's fine?

It doesn't jive with the time of death.

And this guy says he saw Leo Thomson

working on his car outside in the street at 10:00 p.m.

What doesn't jive?

I've worked on my car into the night.

Felton, we're working on the Thomson case here, huh?

If the guy is working on his car at ten o'clock at night,

how does he end up dead at Henderson's Point

20 minutes later?

Beau, it's a good 40-minute drive from where he lives.

Someone killed him.

That's it.

Thank you, God.

- You got something? - [Felton] I gotta go.

You know who killed Leo Thomson?

My kids.

Wilmington, Delaware, at a HoJo's.

Beth had to use the credit cards eventually.

Bitch ran through all the cash and the savings.

We got a case here, Beau.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where were you a few weeks ago?

Let me see if I can remember

the exact quote of my illustrious partner.

Something to the effect of,

"This city, you can smell the decay."

Now, where did you go, Kay?

Who did you leave alone with a case?

I had days due, Beau.

I'm due my kids.

[Bayliss] Yeah, yeah, here it is.

Nawls, number 1118.

[banging on door]

- Someone home? - Yeah, somebody's here.

- It's a little kid. Hey. - Yeah?

- [Pembleton] Hi. - [Bayliss] Hi.

- Is there anyone else here? - No.

- [Pembleton] Your mom or dad here? - No.

We need to find your mom.

We need to talk to her about Darryl.

- [Jason] She's at work. - Yeah? How about your dad?

There ain't no dad here.

- What's your name? - Jason.

Jason. Hi, Jason. My name is Frank.

- And this is my partner, Tim. - [Bayliss] Hey, Jason.

[Pembleton] You know where your mom works?

You want to hop in the car with us

and go to where she works?

Okay. Lock this door for me.

You had a lot of jobs.

[woman] Uh-huh.

[Lewis] Duda's, John Steven's,

Fletcher's, Jimmy's, The Dead End.

Just about every restaurant and bar in Baltimore.

Is there any particular reason why you've never held a job

for more than three weeks?

I'm really not a waitress.

- Oh? - I write.

- One acts. - One acts?

One-act plays.

Read them and maybe we could talk about them, okay?

You're a writer and you had to ask me for a pen.

My life is total irony.

[sighs] All in one act, huh?

One rule I don't abide by is the customer is always right.

The customer is never right.

Mama, these two guys are detectives.

Yes?

Hi, are you Mary Nawls, Darryl's mother?

I'm his mother.

Where is Darryl?

Is he in some kind of trouble or something?

Has he been in some kind of accident?

Mrs. Nawls, I'm a homicide detective.

Homicide?

What homicide?

- [Pembleton] Mrs. Nawls... - No.

[somber music playing]

No.

No.

[Mary whimpering]

- I'm sorry. - Oh, God.

[Mary sobbing]

[Mary sobbing]

[music continues]

What's the matter? What's the matter?

I have here an arrest warrant for one Ronnie Sayers.

Okay, ma'am, here's the arrest warrant [indistinct].

[Bayliss screams]

[Bayliss panting]

What are you doing?

I have to get something.

Yeah, what do you have to get?

I have to get my spelling.

[panting] Okay, come.

- You a good speller? - Yeah.

Okay.

I wasn't going to hurt you.

I know.

No, you didn't.

[sighs]

[Pembleton] Where is your son Ronnie now?

[Patrice] He's with his friends.

Where's his friends?

What did he do?

We want to talk with him in connection

with a shooting this afternoon.

Shooting? My Ronnie?

- Mm-mm. - [Bayliss] Do you know where he is?

- Is he okay? - [Pembleton] We just need to find him.

He's okay, though?

Well, he may be involved in the shooting

of a 13-year-old this afternoon.

He was identified by several witnesses

at the bowling alley where this shooting occurred.

Where is Ronnie?

He said he was going over

to his friend Henry's house after school,

and they were going to play some basketball.

When did you see him last?

This morning, right here at the breakfast table.

He had a bowl of cereal.

He has a bowl of Raisin Bran every morning.

My Ronnie couldn't be involved in anything like this.

He's only 14 years old.

- He's how old? - [Patrice] 14.

[sighs]

[sirens wailing]

[Bayliss] Ronnie.

Down, down. Ronnie, get down.

[Bayliss] Ronnie. Ronnie.

[Pembleton] Ronnie, Ronnie, Ronnie, whoa.

- What do you want? - [Pembleton] Come on, son.

Come with us, we're police.

Henry, Henry, you gave me up?

- Come on, son. - [Ronnie] Go where?

- I ain't going nowhere. - [Pembleton] Yes, we are.

We're going downtown.

- Go ahead. Shoot me. - Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Shoot me. - [Bayliss] Come on, Ronnie.

No one's shooting anyone here. Come on now.

Okay, back up there.

[Pembleton] Nobody's backing up, Ronnie.

Nobody's backing up, Ronnie. Put the gun down.

Henry, you ain't my friend. You turned me out, man.

Get this kid back. Get this kid back.

Ronnie, put the gun down.

- [Bayliss] Easy, easy. Come on. - Ronnie.

Ronnie. Put the gun down, Ronnie.

- Is that right? - [Pembleton] Yeah.

- Is that right? - [Pembleton] Yeah, that's right.

- Whoa, son, easy. - I ain't going with you.

[Bayliss] Easy, son. Put the gun down.

- Can't take me. - [Pembleton] Easy, easy.

Put the gun down. Tell me about Darryl.

Who's Darryl?

- [Pembleton] Come on, you know him. - I don't know no Darryl.

Darryl's the kid who got hurt over at the bowling alley.

- His name is Basil. - Who? Basil?

Basil, some punk who said he was going to get me.

His name is Darryl.

- It's Darryl. - I know who got hurt.

The kid who got hurt in the bowling alley.

His name is Darryl. You shot the wrong kid.

[Bayliss] His name is Darryl.

- It's Basil. - [Pembleton] His name is Darryl, Ronnie.

- Basil. - His name is Darryl, Ronnie.

Easy.

- Cuffs. - [Pembleton] Here you go.

Okay.

[Pembleton] Come on.

[Lewis] I understand

you're the best interior decorator in Baltimore.

Now, listen, Larry.

We don't want to go crazy with renovation.

The place just needs a little sprucing up.

- Something fresher. - Yeah.

Talk to us, then.

Well, I love the glazed headers.

Excuse me?

The original brickwork, they used glazed headers.

- It's fabulous. - Great.

Okay, sure. Fabulous. What else?

Well, all this paneling. It's so dark.

This is a bar. It's supposed to be dark.

It's depressing.

Bars are supposed to be depressing.

Munch, Runyon here is a professional.

We can always paint the paneling

a nice eggshell, semi-gloss, elegant, yet warm.

I'm going to check out the head.

If you start talking about brass fixtures

and hanging ferns, you're fired.

Excuse me? I'm looking for the new owners.

- [Munch] You found two of them. - Good.

I'm from the Baltimore Landmark Preservation Society.

This building is a historic landmark.

I'm here to protect the integrity of the site.

Oh, we definitely got to do something about that bathroom.

It's like from the Civil War or something.

We should just rip everything out

and start from scratch.

Surely you can understand

our desire to protect that history,

especially in connection to George Washington.

- George Washington? - George Washington.

In 1793, he was traveling

from Mount Vernon to Philadelphia.

- He stopped here. - He stopped here?

Of course, it was a residence at the time.

- George Washington slept here? - Well, no.

- He ate here? - No.

So what did he do?

Apparently the president,

just coming from a dinner party

where he had consumed quite a bit of wine,

was in something of a bind.

He had no time to seek out a public chamber pot.

You're telling us we can't tear out our bathroom

because George Washington came here and took a whiz?

Well, I guess if you got to go, you got to go,

even if you are the father of your country, huh?

- Gee, got our shooter. - Here you go.

My God, he's young, isn't he?

Yeah, he's only supposed to be 14,

- but he looks so small. - Notify Juvenile.

If he is the shooter, we'll have to step carefully.

Frank.

Gee, this is Ronnie Sayers.

Sit down, Ronnie.

Hello, Ronnie.

This room smells funny.

I told Tim.

By the numbers on this one.

Ronnie, would you like anything?

Coffee, juice, soda, tea?

That's great.

Oh, she's going to do that?

Good, good, good. Bye-bye.

So?

Well, the State's Attorney's office

is sending over Maggie Conroy,

and she said that she'd call up Juvenile for us.

Someone called and said you had my son.

Where is he?

- Mrs. Sayers, this is not-- - Mom?

Mrs. Sayers.

You don't have to be here.

Where have you been? Where have you been, damn it?

Nowhere.

[Patrice] I have been worried sick.

You can stop worrying, all right?

Your little brother's home with a fever.

He didn't sleep all night.

You should be home with David, then.

I'm okay.

Does she have to be here?

I'm your mother, Ronnie.

You can't help me.

I don't want you here, all right?

- I shot that kid. - You didn't shoot anyone.

I shot the wrong kid, too, didn't I?

He couldn't have shot anyone. This is my son here.

You didn't do anything. Tell him.

Ronnie, you've made an admission,

and I have to read you your rights, so--

What is wrong with you?

Tell him you didn't do anything.

Do I have the right not to have her in here?

He doesn't know what he's saying.

He doesn't mean it.

Do I?

You have that right.

Then I want her out of here.

Bayliss.

[somber music playing]

Good move.

Hey, it's my right, okay?

Hey, I would have done the same thing.

Are you comfortable?

- I'm tired. - God knows.

You must be some kind of hard-ass

to sneak up behind a kid and pop him.

When do I get to go home?

Two shots right behind the left ear.

I didn't sneak up onto him. I walked right up to him.

But he was shot in the back of the head, Ronnie.

If I had gotten who I meant to,

I could see you coming down on me,

but I shot the wrong kid.

So this is some kind of mistake, then, huh?

Hey, if you're driving a car

and you hit someone you didn't mean to,

it's an accident.

Ronnie, you shot an innocent kid.

Car accidents kill innocent people all the time.

How's this any different?

Get your feet off my table.

- [office din] - [indistinct chatter]

Hi.

I'm here to see Detective Pembleton.

Oh, yeah. Well, look, why don't you have a seat over here?

Here you go.

Yeah, you just have a seat here on the bench.

I'll go find Detective Pembleton for you.

Mama, I'm thirsty.

Wait until after we see the detective, Jason, okay?

Jason?

- [Mary] Yeah. - This Jason?

I could get you something. What would you like, Jason?

Come on, we got a soda machine right over there.

And you can help me look for the detective for your mom.

- Would you like a Coke, huh? - Yeah.

No, you know, I don't like the caffeine in it for him.

Well, we have root beer, and we have strawberry soda.

Come on, your mom can watch you all the way to the soda machine.

You know, root beer is my favorite.

It has been ever since I was your age.

No, no, no. It's on me.

I get all my sodas for free.

I have secret ways.

Come on.

Don't let my son say he did anything.

Mrs. Sayers, that's up to him, not me.

But he's only a child.

So was the other kid.

I have to be in there with my Ronnie.

I'm sorry.

But you know he doesn't know what he's saying.

Excuse me, all right? Sorry.

[sighs] Hi, Maggie.

He admitted to the shooting.

How'd you get this from him?

Well, he volunteered the information.

And you advised him of his rights before he confessed?

No, we didn't have a chance.

So he beat us to the punch.

The mother shows up with him.

He doesn't want her here,

so he cops the killing so she'll leave him alone.

- The mother's here? - Yeah.

Yeah. Frank's in here with the kid.

[Maggie] Frank.

I'm Maggie Conroy, an Assistant State's Attorney.

This is Mr. Badass Bad Boy. All of 14 years old.

I did the shooting, didn't I?

Ronnie,

I'm gonna advise you not to say another word

until we have someone here to represent you.

Whatever.

You okay?

My boy.

He's in trouble?

He was missing for a day, and now they have him in there.

- But they found him all right? - Mm-hmm.

[Patrice sighs]

What you read?

Oh, this is my little boy's comic.

- He's with one of the detectives. - [Patrice] He's in trouble, too.

No, no, no, he just-- he went to get a soda.

I don't know what he reads these days.

X-Men, what's that?

My littlest reads that.

He's home probably going through one right as we speak.

[both chuckling]

Superheroes that fight the evil in the world.

We could use some real X-Men in this town.

Don't I know it.

I'm Patrice.

- Mary. - Thank you.

You know, I never been in this place before.

I always imagined it to be a lot noisier.

[Mary sighs]

I always thought it'd be bigger somehow.

[somber music playing]

- Theresa. - Maggie.

Al, Tim, this is Theresa Cousart.

She's from the Public Defender's office.

- We've met. - [Theresa] Is Juvenile here yet?

Waiting on him. I put the call in.

Come on, [indistinct] by the time we get here.

I think I should take you to your client.

- What? - Ronnie, Theresa Cousart.

I'm the public defender here

to provide you with legal representation.

I was sleeping, you know.

I'd like some privacy to consult with my client.

For what? I already told them what they want to know.

Clue the lady in, will you?

Ronnie here has made a statement.

Ronnie, it would be in your best interest

not to say anything in front of these officers.

My best interest.

Ain't you too cool, lady?

You tell her.

Ronnie, that's not for me to say.

Do I have to have her in here, too?

[Maggie] Hey, kid.

You got a serious charge facing you.

What? That I shot that kid?

- Ronnie. - Hey, what's the big deal?

I meant to shoot this other kid.

Honest mistake. You can't blame me for that.

[Theresa] Okay, Ronnie.

Why don't you start at the beginning

and tell me everything.

And from now on, I don't want you to say

anything to anyone without me present.

Where all the men these days? That's what I want to know.

Hmm.

In my neighborhood...

there's Gerald.

He's 26.

[both laughing]

Then there's Marcus.

Marcus has got to be 80 years old.

- Girl. - [both laughing]

That's it in my neighborhood.

There's this one guy.

- He might be in his 30s. - Hmm.

I haven't seen him in a while.

- Hmm. - I don't know.

Maybe something happened to him.

How many kids you got?

Two.

I had two.

Darryl and Jason.

[Mary sighs]

Jason's...

he's a quiet little fella, you know.

But Darryl was one for adventure.

What happened to Darryl?

- Darryl was shot. He got killed. - I'm sorry.

He told me just the other day, he said, "Mama,

I'm going to join the Army or the Navy or something.

I'm going to see the whole world."

He told me he's going to see people in Germany and France.

[sobbing]

He was...

Here, baby.

[sobbing] Thanks.

I've been to three funerals this year for Darryl's friends.

Seems like that's how we have our socials now.

I'm going to get my boys out of here.

Every place I can think of costs money,

but I'm thinking about Canada.

Maybe they don't kill each other so much up there.

[sighs] Canada, huh?

- Mm-hmm. - [Patrice chuckles]

Girl, I don't know nothing about it

except it's supposed to be a whole bunch of snow and cold.

Hmm.

Maybe the snow keep a lid on things.

Do you think?

Could be.

He's 14, so he's at the magic cut-off point.

He could go juvenile, but with this kid's attitude,

I'm strongly inclined to get him charged as an adult.

Maggie, he doesn't realize the severity of what he's done.

He thinks he's innocent because he shot the wrong guy.

He's given a [indistinct] justice statement.

- He's waived his right. - He doesn't know what he's saying.

Then what are we supposed to do? Let him go?

Then next week, next month, next year,

haul his ass back in here for another murder?

Please.

- Ronnie. - What's the matter, Patrice?

Where you taking my boy? Ronnie, what's going on?

Ronnie's going to processing. He's a big boy now.

He confessed to murder.

Detective Pembleton, I'm here to see you.

Miss Nawls, this is going to be a while.

We're taking him to processing.

[Patrice] Ronnie didn't shoot that boy.

What boy?

He didn't kill what boy?

That's the boy who killed my baby?

That's the bastard that killed my son?

- Miss Nawls, please. - He killed my baby?

- Miss. - That's your boy?

[Mary sobbing]

Mama.

[Patrice] He didn't kill anyone.

Ronnie, tell him. Explain things to him.

Tell him, Ronnie. Tell him.

- You're gonna have to stay outside. - No, you gotta get my boy.

- Give me my boy. Give me my boy. - You're gonna have to stay outside.

[Patrice sobbing]

[Sally] Wish I could help, Detective Howard.

Thanks anyway, Sally.

Hey, Frank, you got a minute?

[Pembleton] You tell me. Do I?

I gotta get back downstairs to Processing.

We're booking Ronnie Sayers.

You know, I gotta bounce this off of somebody.

I'm all on my own.

I got this dead guy down at Henderson's Point.

All the interviews square up except for one.

Happens to be the next-door neighbor, right?

- You drink a lot of coffee? - I drink it. What's a lot?

I must knock back three, four pots of this stuff a day.

Yeah, well, anyway, I am suspicious

of this next-door neighbor, you see?

Well, logic tells you that, right?

Oh, yeah, but I'm suspicious of my suspicions.

I mean, could it be this easy?

You know, every day I get out of bed

and I drag myself to the next cup of coffee.

I take a sip and the caffeine kicks in.

I can focus my eyes again.

My brain starts to order the day.

I'm up. I'm alive. I'm ready to rock.

So you would not suspect the next-door neighbor?

The time is coming when I wake up

and decide that I'm not getting out of bed.

I'm not getting up for coffee or food or sex.

If it comes to me, fine. If it won't, fine.

No more expectations.

The longer I live, the less I know.

I should know more. I should know that coffee's killing me.

You're suspicious of your suspicions?

Yeah.

I'm jealous.

I'm so jealous, Kay.

You still have the heart to have doubts?

Me, I'm gonna lock up a 14-year-old kid

for what could be the rest of his natural life.

I gotta do this. This is my job.

This is the deal. This is the law.

- This is my day. - [Howard sighs]

I have no doubts or suspicions about it.

Heart has nothing to do with it anymore.

It's all in the caffeine.

[dramatic music playing]

[sighs]

Come on, Ronnie, let's go. Wipe your hands.

Come on.

[men shouting]

Okay, we're gonna put you in isolation

away from the adults, okay?

- I ain't scared of them. - Take off your earring.

- Yo. Yo, what you doing, man? - I'm taking your belt.

[Ronnie] Leave my shoelaces, man. What you doing?

[Pembleton] We don't want you to hurt yourself.

Should've done it when I had the chance.

Put your earring in here.

[men shouting]

It's the big time, huh?

[Pembleton] Is that what you've been looking for, the big time?

Does this look like the big time to you?

Your life is over, Ronnie.

[Ronnie laughs] No, man.

No.

Ronnie, you better get clear.

Because this is not a joke anymore.

If it comes down to it, you're charged as an adult,

you're probably gonna die in a cell just like this one, okay?

Better than on the streets.

You think you're safer in jail?

Well, ain't I?

[dramatic music playing]

Jesus, slow down, Frank.

What, you don't like my driving?

No, this isn't driving. This is hurtling.

- Hurtling? - Yeah, hurtling.

I mean, you are a menace to society.

You're reckless.

Well, if you've got something against my driving,

maybe you should take your turn at the wheel,

and then I'll do the play-by-play critique,

and [indistinct] your ass.

Oh, 14 years old. Jeez.

When I was 14,

I was in ninth grade, you know,

and I don't remember much about what I was doing,

but I do know that I was nowhere near picking up a gun

and shooting some kid.

So how old should our shooter be?

Not 14.

So if he's, what, 15, 16, that makes any more sense?

- No. - Well, how old should he be, then?

What's the cutoff age?

- 17, 18, 19, 20? - I don't know. I don't know.

Well, when you find out, clue me in, all right?

Because to me, none of this killing at any age

from six to 60 makes any sense.

One time, one time

I'd like to hear about a murder that makes any sense.

One time, for any reason.

Frank, just drop me off at the waterfront, would you?

You know, this place doesn't really need renovation.

- It needs a theme. - A theme?

It's a bar, Munch. It's not a prom night.

I talked to the guys in the unit,

and they voted for country and western on the jukebox.

I think that goes a long way to determining

what the theme of this bar is.

There ain't no way we're gonna play

any cracker-ass music on my jukebox in my bar.

Hey, my sentiment's exactly, but business is business,

and country and western is what gets

the money machines jingling in this town.

Hey, we're almost ready for the grand opening, huh?

You know what? Everyone who's heard about this, they want to come.

Even some of the brass want to come.

Gee said to get him a seat right there at the bar.

Glad you could join us, Timmy.

Yeah, we're just figuring out

the musical selection for the jukebox.

Well, maybe we should get a little blues in here.

- Maybe some Koko Taylor, a little... - Etta James.

...Etta James, Billie Holiday, Buddy Guy.

What we need are songs that remind our customers

that they're better off in here than out there.

We need someone singing ditties about a cheating wife.

We want our customers to be crying in their beer.

But whatever the music we play, we play it loud.

Yeah, but I don't want this to turn into a head-knockers bar.

- No. - The louder the music, the more people drink.

- [Bayliss] Really? - I've done my research.

Well, if that's the case,

we're gonna crack them speakers up so loud

their ears are gonna bleed.

- Evening. Hey. - Hey.

Can I speak to the owners, please.

Well, you got them, Deputy.

- All three of us. - You're the owners?

We are the new owners, Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

Well, I got some old news for you new owners.

I'm gonna have to shut you down.

Excuse me?

I'm the Deputy City Sheriff,

and I'm here to serve papers of delinquency

- on back taxes on the building owner. - Back taxes?

But we comply with every rule and regulation in the contract.

Don't know what to say to you boys, obviously someone didn't do

a thorough enough search on the property for you.

Hey, we are law enforcement officials just like you.

Huh? Yeah, come on.

I'm sure you can help us out with this.

Yeah, come on.

- You're cops? - Yeah.

- Three of you. - We work Homicide.

Well, then you should have known better.

You're detectives,

and you should have investigated the building more aggressively.

You know, we have used our entire life savings

to invest in this bar.

Give us a break.

That license over there, it'll have to come down.

You'll have to turn it over to me.

[Munch] Have a heart.

[Bayliss sighs]

[road din]

Your Honor, given the severity of the crime

and the fact that the defendant made a confession

and shows no signs of remorse,

state ask that he be denied bail.

Your Honor, my client is only 14 years old.

We move that he be remanded to his mother's custody.

Given his age and his lack of financial resources,

we do not consider there's a flight risk.

[judge] Despite the defendant's youth,

the crime he's accused of committing

is a capital offense.

The defendant is hereby denied bail

and will remain incarcerated until trial.

Hang on, Ronnie. Hang on one second, one second, please.

Let me talk to your son alone, one minute.

Ronnie, sit down. Sit down.

What do you want?

I want you to know you kept me awake last night,

and I resent that.

I need my sleep.

Sorry for nothing.

You know now, don't you?

Hmm?

You got the fear now.

Don't you?

[somber music playing]

Son, I don't usually find myself giving advice,

especially to 14-year-old killers.

But please listen to me just this one time.

Keep your eyes to the wall.

Don't trust anybody.

Don't believe anybody.

Don't help anybody.

And don't ask anybody for anything.

Do you understand?

If you want...

you can call me anytime.

Okay.

Ronnie.

Ronnie.

Bye, Mama.

You know, my wife and I...

we were talking about children.

- Huh? - About maybe having a kid.

- You? - Mm-hmm.

You're gonna be a father?

Yeah. Something wrong with that?

No.

No, I think that'd be great.

How do I bring a child into this world

when we got to charge children with first-degree murder?

Oh.

I think with you, it'd be different.

- Different? - Yeah. You know.

Come on, spit it out.

No, you know what I'm saying, Frank.

Yeah, but I wanna hear you say it.

It would be different, all right, with you,

because you have different circumstances.

Oh, because I don't live in the ghetto, right?

No, you know, don't you have the means

to give a child a better chance?

Oh, so my kid would be safe.

Yeah, that's what they used to say about drugs.

It'll never happen in my neighborhood.

Then AIDS came along.

It'll never happen in my neighborhood.

Ron. Ronnie.

[sobbing] Oh, God. Somebody help me.

- [Bayliss] Frank? - Please.

Ronnie. Please.

[somber music playing]

[door shuts closed]

I asked the detectives how I could find you.

I just wanted to say I'm sorry.

I'm sorry's not enough for what I need to say to you.

I thought you'd be in Canada by now.

Oh, no. I'm stuck in Baltimore.

[kids laughing]

David. What are you doing?

Stop it!

Why don't you tell that little boy you're sorry?

Sorry? We weren't fighting.

You don't play rough.

He didn't mean it.

It's okay.

Kids are kids, and kids gotta play.

This is for your Darryl.

Take it, please.

It's a mass card.

I know my boy's in a good place.

Thanks. For the mass card.

How's your son?

How's Ronnie?

I don't know.

They won't let me see him till Sunday.

I'll take him some food.

[kids laughing]

They like playing with each other, don't they?

They do.

Maybe they could get to know each other.

What would happen if they did that?

What would happen

if they found out about each other's older brothers?

David.

Let's go.

David, let's go.

[door creaks open]

[door clicks closed]

[sighs]

[theme song playing]