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[brake screeching]

[gunshots popping]

[soft vocal music playing]

Load it up.

- Hold up.
- [helicopter blades whirring]

- [gangster] It's gone.
- Okay, come on, come on.

[*]

[gunshot pops]

[theme song playing]

[*]

When was the last time
you had sex?

None of your business.

You brought it up.

I was just asking
how your last date went.

Well, I don't think
their three-week hiatus

from carnal knowledge in the age
of herpes, HIV,

and venereal warts
is all that abnormal.

I was just asking,

I don't know what you're getting
all defensive about.

I'm not defensive.

Why don't you want to talk
about it?

- I just don't.
- You're hiding something.

No, I ain't. What's the deal?

[indistinct]
and 20-year-old street dealer
shot in the back of the head.

- Witnesses?
- Nothing like it.

- You're seeing someone,
aren't you?
- What?

I'm not talking to you.
I'm talking to him.

- It's none of your business.
- It's none of my business?

I'm your partner.
Come on, give it up.

Nope, I don't kiss and tell, babe.

He didn't want his drugs
or his money.

Just his life.

See, what I don't get
is about every four minutes,

some woman drops trou
in front of me.

Last year
during the fire investigation,

there was this
Veronica Velez chick.

And then
that night at the motel,

it was the hooker who did
the naked water ballet
in front of me.

But lately,
if I try to romance a woman,

I wake up in the morning
with a pillow between my legs.

Detective Kellerman,
there's been another shooting

reported in an apartment
building in [indistinct].

Well, I'm working here.

It looks
like another drug killing,

and your lieutenant asked that
you and Detective Lewis respond.

It's only four blocks away.

[siren wailing]

Careful, Detectives,
it's pretty slippery in here.

What, you spilled your coffee?

No, there are three victims,
all shot in the back
of the head.

Blood everywhere.

One.

[unnerving instrumental playing]

Two, three.

Got two back of the head.

Black wrapped rounds.

Looks like these shootings
are yours too, Detective.

Great, all this overtime

will never get you dumped.

[Kellerman sighs]

[pop music playing
over car radio]

[camera shutter clicking]

- [Kellerman] Mr. Flemming?
- Yeah.

You live next door, right?

Yes.

[Lewis] Come on
this way, please.

[Kellerman]
It's all right, Mr. Flemming,

we'll get you
out of here in a minute.

The name
of the family was Mathias?

[Lewis] What was
the family's name, sir?

Ca-- Calvin Mathias
was the husband.

Marta was the wife.

Was this their son?

They killed [indistinct] too.

You heard
any shots late last night
or early this morning?

No.

[Kellerman]
Any yelling or screaming?

No, nothing.

[Lewis] Did you know
what the Mathias family
did for a living?

Yeah, I know they dealt drugs.

- That didn't bother you?
- [Flemming] Of course it did.

According to the powers that be
if you're out of work,

it's more of a sin
to be on welfare
than it is to deal drugs.

Just live a little longer.

Where's Rochelle?

Who?

Rochelle,
that little eight-year-old.

- You sweep the place?
- [Lewis] Oh, man.

Yeah, I mean--

[suspenseful
instrumental playing]

Lewis, I found her.

[whispering] Hi.

It's okay,
sweetheart, come here.

No, it's all right,
all the bad guys are gone.

Come here.

I got you.

Well, well, Kellerman.

Up to now, there's been--

[indistinct] here,
[indistinct] there,

but now, now you have got four.

Count them,
four drug-related deaths.

No witnesses.

So it looks
like you're going to pop

a big-time detective cherry
on this one, huh?

My advice to you is to ask for
as little help as possible.

That way,
if you close these cases,
it's your glory alone,

instead of looking like
we bailed you out or something.

And if I screw it up?

Then none of us
has [indistinct] with you.

Good luck, Mike.

[Giardello] Kellerman.

Yeah?

It's pretty, isn't it?

What?

The way
the boy just stands here.

[indistinct] century
that are dead and gone.

I love the way
the red and black
melt together in harmony.

A haiku of color and vengeance.

- It's pretty.
- [Giardello gasps]

Oh, oh.

Look here.

You're upsetting the balance.

You see, Mike?

You need just a little red.

This is too much.

I'd do something about that.

Maybe some more black.

- I'm trying, Lieutenant.
- You're trying.

I love that.

That makes me happy.

And you want to keep me happy.

Now, did you talk to anybody
in Narcotics yet?

- No, not yet.
- Not yet.

[laughing] Not yet.

Keep me smiling, Kellerman.

[Lewis] I like potato chips.
You want some potato chips, huh?

No?

Here you go.

I'm sorry, these are the best
crayons that I could find.

Would it be okay with you
if I asked you just
a few more questions?

- How'd you end up in the closet?
- Mommy told me to hide.

- [Lewis] Hide from what?
- The angry men.

Do you remember
how many angry men there were?

Did you see any of them?

Do you remember
how many voices you heard?

Did your mom and dad
say any names out loud?

I just heard gunshots.

Do you maybe know, more or less,
what time that was?

Rochelle? Baby, I'm here.

Aw.

[Amy sighs]

Hi. I'm Detective Kellerman.

This is my partner,
Detective Lewis.

Detective Lewis, Meldrick Lewis.

Amy Jennings.

I'm Rochelle's godmother.

What happened?

You want some coffee?

Yeah, come here, Rochelle.

- It's okay.
- Come on, it's all right.
I wanna show you something.

- Come here, it's okay.
- [Amy] I'll just be there.

Sitting right over there, okay?

I'm gonna show you
something, come here.

It looks like someone they knew,

or someone they were
doing business with,
came by and executed them.

[Amy sighs]

[indistinct]

Poor ignorant woman.

Who's that?

Marta.

Rochelle's mother,

I used to be
best friends with her.

Can you do me a favor,

and write
your address down for me?

We'll be keeping
an unmarked car outside your
house for just a little while.

Why?

Well, if whoever
killed the parents realize
that they missed a witness,

they may come looking for her.

And I'll make sure
that a squad car
escorts you home today, okay?

- Fine.
- Thanks.

Rochelle, come on, honey.

Okay, let's go.

Oh, can you give me
a number where I can
find you during the day?

Uh, Cheswolde High School.
I'm a teacher.

- Thanks.
- Thank you.

Good dog.

- What?
- D-O-Gee. Dog.

- What?
- Dog.

I can't--
The body's not even cold,

and you're already
trying to make the godmother.

No, I'm not.

I mean, she's definitely
not hard on the eye or anything.

You got that right.

So where are we going?

To talk to some guys
from Narcotics.

They'll give us the big clues
so we can solve the big case.

[car honking]

So the Mathias' finally
got some extra drain holes

installed
in the back of their heads, huh?

That's cold, man,
the whole family was executed.

You know Mohammed Corson?

Yeah. Why?

He was killed the same morning
as the Mathias'.

Guess we won't be
bothering him tonight.

What type of weapon was used?

...44 Magnum.

Rims wrapped
in black magazine, gray paper?

Bodies together.
Mouth taped with silver duct.

- Uh-huh. Drak.
- Drak.

Drak?

The guy you're looking for
is Alonzo Fortunado.

His street name is Drak.

Twenty-eight,
good-looking, smart.

Used to be a track star.

He runs a lot of dope
out of a tavern called
Bar None on Ponca Street.

Ratfisher's about
to reel in his nest egg.

Who's Ratfisher?

That afterbirth right there.

He's trying
to buy a key from us,

wrap it up, break it down,
and make 50 grand
on his life savings.

Beats the hell
out of sitting home
waiting to hit the lotto.

- Let's go, and hold this puppy.
- Get him.

[suspenseful
instrumental playing]

[Lewis] Damn.

Damn.

That right there is why
you should just say no to drugs.

Let's go see
if Drak's in Bar None.

We need backup now [indistinct].

[indistinct] now face the wall!

[men arguing indistinctly]

Where'd you get the grand
you dropped on the floor?

- I don't know.
- You know a guy named Drak?

- I don't know nobody.
- Oh, you don't know nobody?

- What are you, a monk?
- I don't know.

Well, you better
start knowing something, idiot,

'cause I got you
holding a half-ounce.

I don't know nothing.

[*]

I gotta sleep.
Please, let me sleep.

Not today.
Where'd you buy your dope?

In the bathroom.

Who did you buy it from?

You buy it
from a guy named Drak?

Just let me
close my eyes for a minute.

No, no, no, no, now,
don't go to sleep on me now.

Who'd you buy your dope from?
I'll let you sleep.

Tell me, was it Drak?

Hey, Doug,
you want to fill [indistinct]?

- You get anything?
- Enough.

I keep waking him up,
he keeps falling asleep.

He mumbled something
about a club Drak hangs out
and [indistinct].

Let's check that out.

[*]

Man, these people
have some nice rides.

[Lewis]
It don't seem right, does it?

[Kellerman] No one ever said
the good fight paid well.

Mm, you ever been tempted?

Never.

If you haven't, how do you even
know what I'm talking about?

Any cop would know
what you're talking about.

[Lewis] Walking
to some crib on some bus,

see a big, tall
stack of green just
sitting there, nobody looking.

[Lewis sighs]

- You ever do it?
- No.

Could you?

I don't understand
how some poor bastard
boy or girl in blue

might be tempted, though.

There's a whole lot of money
out in that world to be had.

I ever see you do it,
I'll shoot you in the nads,
how about that?

Bet.

Hey.

He don't look like
no bloodthirsty dope dealer.

Black Duster, mountain boots.

Like a walking rock video.

[Kellerman] Hey, Drak.

Yo, what's up?
You Alonzo Fortunado?

- How much time, I got to ask.
- [Lewis] All time you need.

Just want to have a little chat,
that's all, no biggie.

I can talk [indistinct].

Yeah, see,
we got a boss who likes
to do things by the book,

you know what I'm saying?

It'd be a huge help
if you'd just give us
a little of your time.

Damn, fellas.

I got a date inside
all lathered up for me.

She'll wait.

Look, why don't both of you
come inside, relax.

I'll buy you both
a donut and a beer.

[all laughing]

I'm losing my sense of humor.

We're early in the relationship
for that, don't you think?

[Lewis] So what we got
on the fearsome Dracula?

Nothing, not even a traffic tip.

- So maybe we got the wrong guy.
- I told you.

How is it
you distribute narcotics
and you're never been caught?

You're that smart
or you just that lucky?

A little both,
not enough for either.

Oh, you went
to Lake Clifton, huh?

Yeah.

Me too.

I grew up in Lafayette Courts.

You lucky to be sitting
on the other side
of that table then, huh?

I was classed in 1980.
What about you?

- '88.
- '88.

You have a Mrs. [indistinct]
for civics class?

[laughs] Yeah.

We used to call her The Bae.

- Uh-huh.
- Was she good looking?

Hell no.

Just the way she swung her ruler
like she was the Sultan of SWAT.

Yeah, she was
a good teacher though,
kept your attention.

Yeah. Yeah.

You graduated?

- 3.1.
- [Lewis] 3.1?

Why you
didn't try to go to college?

A fertile,
creative mind like you got?

I thought about it, I ran track,
tried to get a scholarship.

Dope money too good?

There ain't no
gray areas with you, is there?

You sell dope, Alonzo?

What y'all make a year?

None of your damn business.

Fifty, sixty grand
with overtime?

[scoffs] Yeah,
with lots of overtime.

Wait, wait, wait, a second,
That's your excuse?

An eight hour day
for an honest living
that just doesn't suit you?

It's about having choices.

Oh, right, right, right.

Either you go
to college or you deal drugs?

You know what it's like
to work a 12 hour shift,
and not make the rent?

You need to come sit over here.
Try on these shoes.

I walked [indistinct]
in my shoes, my brother.

And you should
walk back, my brother.

Say what? What?

I mean, you should--
I mean, you should show--

You're an example
to the kids, man,
the kids need to see you.

That's beautiful.
You know the Mathias family?

Yeah, I know.

[Kellerman]
Mohammed Corson, you know him?

Yeah, I know him, too.

But you should be using
the past tense, they all dead.

Where were you late last night,

early this morning, huh?

- In bed.
- [Lewis] Alone?

I'm never in bed alone, are you?

So you were getting piped
when they got whacked?

- Yeah.
- [Lewis] Can you prove that?

Come check my sheets.

Okay, and how much
did the Mathias' and Corson
make selling your dope?

If I answer that, I might
accidentally incriminate myself.

And you had no bone
to pick with any of them?

- No bone.
- And nobody ever sold you short?

- No.
- [Lewis] Then who killed them?

Ain't me.

Well, you used to
kill [indistinct], Alonzo?

I never take the life.

You gonna have to
give us more than this.

I ain't got more to give.

Well, you know what?
It's getting a little late.

So why don't we put
Mr. Fortunado up for the night?

Then we can start tomorrow.
That okay for you?

Would you like a smoking
or a non-smoking cell, huh?

[Lewis laughs]

Check out Mahoney.

- Mah-who?
- Luther Mahoney.

- Who that?
- Very low-key.

Proper dude.

He actually finished college.

Yeah, what, this college boy
killing your dealers?

Ask him.

- [Kellerman] You cross him?
- Ask him.

Oh, so you're
just a well-meaning,
misunderstood drug dealer.

Is that it?

You know, dope and getting high,

are as American as apple pie.

You see them blimps
flying over Candom Yards?

They ain't
just selling fruit juice.

They selling [indistinct].

Now, it might just be big,
but it's a [indistinct].

Get up.

[Lewis] Damn.

That's a damn shame.
It's a waste.

- He chose that life.
- Nah, Mikey.

People like him
go off in that direction.

They don't necessarily
know that's what's
gonna happen to them.

Anybody can make a bad decision.

Huh? Even you.
Look at your first marriage.

Great, but he keeps
making them every single day.

That's the waste.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

- Huh?
- No.

Mikey, we got
our own little drug war
in our own little streets.

[sighs]

[gunshots popping]

[soft vocal music playing]

Don't you people recycle?

[gunshots popping]

[gunshot pops]

What you want?

- [gun cocks]
- [gunshot pops]

- [Kellerman] Who we got?
- Forrest Pindell.

You don't recognize him?

That's the cat you rousted
from that bar the other day.

He looks
different without a face.

[tires screeching]

Oh, good, Gee's here
to offer support and wisdom.

- Got any advice?
- Yeah.

He tends to spit when he yells.
Just step back.

[police radio chatter]

What a beautiful day, huh?

Smell that?

- [Kellerman] Yeah.
- [Lewis] Yeah, Gee.

Spring is
just around the corner.

Life is renewed, reaffirmed.

Gee, we pushing
ice cream up a hill
with a stick on this one.

You're gonna
have to give us some time.

Detective Lewis,
I have nothing but confidence
in you and Detective Kellerman.

We got a little bit
of a street fight going on here.

You know,
I could never live in California
like my daughter, Charisse.

No seasons, I need seasons.

I need change.
You know what I mean, Mike?

That warm, happy feeling

that arrives when
the May sun touches your face,

and lets you know
that everything will be okay?

You know that feeling, Mike?

- Yeah.
- Good! That's...

good.

[Giardello laughing]

[sighs] Damn, I ain't never
seen him that pissed off before.

I know.

What?

- Where's Meldrick?
- He's urinating.

[keyboard clattering]

- How's the multiple going?
- Oh, it's going really well.

Yeah, I thought
you could use some advice.

Okay, I got
everything under control.

Mike, look,
you got five murders.

Well, I still got
an hour till lunch.

- It's just one case.
- What?

I'm saying if you
think of it as one case
instead of five murders--

[Pembleton] Six.

What's this?

Thirty-six hours ago,
a truck driver

was killed in Canton
in the old iron scrapyard.

The driver was a gypsy trucker
who drove a route from
South Florida to the Northeast.

Yeah, he was hauling cocaine,
about 150 keys.

He'd been doing this
for some time before.

He owned an apartment building

and a 60-foot
Grand Banks trawler.

Narcotics said that the shipment
belonged to Luther Mahoney,

you ever heard that name?

Yeah, this dealer named Drak
we talked to last night
mentioned him.

Maybe Drak hijacked the load.

Yeah, it's no honor
among drug dealers, you know?

If somebody stole my drugs,
and was selling them,
I might get ornery, too.

Well, it's
a nice motive to explain

why all the Drak's dealers
are getting whacked.

I'll call the Narcs,
see if they have
a current address on Mahoney.

I've run across this
Luther Mahoney once or twice.

Just like Kevlar.

Nothing ever gets to him.

Thanks.

And don't let this get you down,
but drug killings only have

a 20%
success rate of conviction.

[eerie instrumental building]

[Kellerman
whispering indistinctly]

[grunting]

Detective Kellerman.

- Hey, how you doing?
- Good.

- Need a spot?
- No, thanks.

- You work out?
- No.

My brothers did, though.

I mean, they were always
running around the house,

flexing and grunting

and sweating on the furniture.

Yeah, but my sister said
the same thing about me.

- [Amy chuckles]
- [Kellerman clears throat]

How's Rachelle?

Sleeps a little hard to come by,

but she's okay.

That's good.

You gonna raise her?

I'm gonna try.

Good, she'll be in better hands.

Thank you.

[romantic vocal music playing]

You have kids?

No.

- You married?
- I was.

Me too.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

- How long did you make it?
- A year and a half.

You got me beat.
I only made it 14 months.

Dating again is fun, huh?

Ah, tell me about it.

And the thought
of that first kiss

with someone is terrifying.

- Let alone sex.
- I know.

I make an idiot of myself
every time I put my mouth
in front of a woman I like.

You aren't right now.

I'm a handful anyway,
so I've been told.

[*]

She was wrong.

Whoever told you that.

Hey, Kellerman.

Excuse me.

[Kellerman laughs nervously]

[Howard] Meldrick?
You see your partner?

Yeah, he's in there working out.

Well, in the middle
of a multiple homicide,
he finds time to pump?

I don't know,
he says it relieves stress.

- What you got there, Sarge?
- Oh, it's Mahoney's address.

Okay, he'll be
on the road in a minute.

He got somebody in there,
he's talking to anyone?

- Oh, yeah. He's cool.
- All right.

[Lewis] You feeling better?

What?

[Lewis] Was it good to you?

Don't be a pig.

Me, be a pig? Me?

I wasn't the all-American boy
closing the deal
on the squat rack.

It was the bench press.

And nothing happened.

Oh, come on, man,
I'm your partner,
you can tell me.

There was nothing to tell.

You're lying.

You're jealous.

I'm not jealous, man.
I'm happy for you.

- Besides, I'm in love myself.
- Yeah, right.

I am.

She and her Church,
they're organizing

this candlelight
peace vigil Friday night,

you know,
to stop all the street violence.

They want to hold it
in front of headquarters.

She just came by
to ask if one of us
would help organize it.

You know,
get a good showing of cops.

That's an excellent idea.
That's a fine idea.

The only problem
with that is, though,

that the people you want
to be there to see that

are the gangbangers
out there doing all the killing.

They don't exactly RSVP
to these events.

Well, I told her we'd be there.

You like it, don't you?

I must really like her,
my stomach's killing me.

[sighs] What a day.

Oh, this looks like
a good place for a drug dealer
to do business.

Why'd you stop here?

Why'd you drive
all the way to the front door?

[indistinct], folks?

Kill anybody lately?

- Nope.
- Then you can't help us.

Luther Mahoney around?

Robbery, Vice, Narcotics?

Homicide, actually.

I'll get him.

[indistinct] Homicide.

Homicide.

- I'm Luther Mahoney.
- Yeah, I'm Detective Kellerman.

This is Detective Lewis.

Homicide, huh?
The best of the best.

What can I do for you?

Confess.

[laughing]

[Lewis] Actually, we just want
to ask you a couple questions.

Let's go outside.

Got this new merry-go-round
they're putting up
in the backyard.

I want to take a look at it.

Need a coach?

[Kellerman]
So you manage this place, huh?

Yeah, I manage,
run, own and finance.

Business that good?

Can't complain.

[Lewis] What exactly
is your business, my brother?

You guys, I need this thing
up and running before school
gets out at 3:00, all right?

[Kellerman] The other night
sure must have caused

an interruption
in the cash flow.

Pardon me?

Yeah, this truck loaded
with a couple of hundred
fresh new kilos of coke

with your name on them
got ripped off.

Now, you can't buy
any more swing sets

or merry-go-rounds
if that keeps up.

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

Sure you do, Luther.

Dig deep.

Guys, I'm in a youth center.

A daycare.

Run a free kitchen.

[indistinct] books
for the elementary school,

when the tax money
won't cover it.

I'm a community activist.

Yeah, that's very impressive.
How do you do all of that?

I'm smart.

I think what my partner means
is how do you pay for all that?

I'm smart.

I'm just trying to take care
of my neighborhood guys.

Okay, so the Mathias'
and that 13-year-old boy,

they must have lived
in a different zip code,
is that it?

Not to mention Mohammed Corson.

Right, and the bald guy,
the one without the face.

- What's his name?
- Pindell.

Right, they all worked
for some guy named Drak.

You heard of him?

Lived by the dope,
he died by the gun.

At least that
little Mathias girl
lived though, right?

Did you kill them, Luther?

No, and I don't know who did.

You know something?

I believe you.

Because you're too smart
to have blood on your hands.

But let me tell you something.

If you even hinted to anyone

that you wanted them dead,

that's all I'm going to need
to lock your ass away.

Think about it.

Where were you two nights ago
around about midnight?

Chicago.

- [beeper beeping]
- Is that you or me?

[Kellerman sighs]

Happy hunting, guys.

[prison door buzzing]

[door bangs open]

Hey, about time.
Where the hell you been?

Well, you know,
some of us got day jobs.

- [Kellerman] What's your name?
- Dean. Dean Hoover.

- They call me Deano Hoover.
- That's great.

- You want something, Deano?
- No. Just a drink.

What I heard is
going to help you out.

I was speeding yesterday.

But I'm clean now.

Thank you.

[Lewis] So let's hear it.

Well, I got
brought in last night.

I was trying to buy this hooker
at this bar on the block

when this pain-in-the-ass
vice cop comes along,
and hauls me in.

You believe that?

Anyways, I'm waiting
on line for the phone,
right, to make my bail.

And this brother's
standing next to me.

He's all jacked up
on some kind of dope.

And he's talking
about how he's going to

rip this other guy Drak's
heart out, and eat it.

Can you believe that?

He wants to eat
this guy's frigging heart.

It's shocking. Go on.

Anyways, so I ask him, you know,

"What's up
with that heart-eating stuff?"

And he tells me how he just
left his sister's house,

and saw this guy Drak
walking in.

- So? That's nothing.
- [Deano] Oh, yeah?

Well, get this,
the sister said something

about how Drak
was all bent out of shape at her

for shorting him money.

She liked to snip herself
once in a while,
know what I mean?

What was his name?

I'm going to ask
a heart-eater his name?

Good point.

I got the sister's name, though.

[Lewis] What's that?

Marta. Marta Mathias.

- Open up.
- [Deano] Hey, where you going?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, what about me?
Where you going?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, what about me?

What about Deano, huh?

What about my reward?

What about
dropping my charges, huh?

Give me
some cigarettes, at least.

I'm going.

Your house informants are just
one step up from sidewalk spit.

But if Drak's cleaning house,

and all these killings are
related like I think they are,

that means he did them all.

- [Giardello]
You going after him?
- Yeah.

[Giardello] Frank and Tim
will cover the nightclub
you first found Drak at

in case he shows up there.

So, I guess,
we'll go to Drak's house, huh?

He's not going quietly.
You guys want backup?

Nah, we don't need
no QRT parade on this one.

- Well, then be
unreasonably cautious.
- Uh-huh.

Hey, go ahead, good work, Mike.

Oh, don't pat
my back yet or jinx me.

[Pembleton]
You ever been [indistinct]?

[Bayliss] Define the terms.

Stoned. Wrecked. Wasted.

Or otherwise
beside yourself as a result
of chemical inebriation.

- Um, yes.
- What drug?

Shrooms.

Tell me, you're a day tripper.

No, no.

I was once when I was 16.

Some friends and I, you know,

went to the Poconos
to go skiing.

- What was it like?
- Well, I, uh--

I cried for eight hours,

and then ate 50 snowballs.

- Snowballs?
- Yeah. Yeah.

[indistinct], it was brutal.

I've never snorted,
swallowed, or injected
a drug in my life, okay?

My system is pristine.

I've got nothing in common
with any drug addict.

You have a headache,
what do you take for it?

Aspirin.

Aspirin, approved
for over-the-counter use

by the FDA, the Food and...

Drug Administration?

Shut up.

[Pembleton] Why'd you cry?

I was terrified.

As the sky,

it turned red,

and then, you know, faces

are coming out
of the trees like--

like out of Wizard of Oz.

And then I had to
remember how to breathe.

It was just awful.

Frank, what is this?

Some sort of a smoking
competition here again?

[Bayliss coughs]

Helps me relax, it picks me up,
and calms me down.

[Bayliss] No, no, you smoke,
because you're an addict.

Yes, I'm a junkie, Tim.

No, you're no junkie.

I don't think you'd kill anyone
with a pack of cigarettes.

Wouldn't I?

You're telling me
you never inhale, huh?

- You never inhale.
- [Kellerman] There's Drak.

[keys clattering]

[Kellerman] Hey, Drak,
can we talk with you a sec?

[suspenseful
instrumental playing]

I got the back.

[indistinct]

- [glass clatters]
- [gun clicks]

[gun clicking]

You gonna kill me?

Huh?

You gonna kill me?

Answer me, you son of a bitch!

Well, well, well, super cop.

What you gonna do now, huh?

What you gonna beg for,
your life, huh? Tell me.

Why you after me?

Didn't you go see Luther?

Why you hounding me for, huh?
Talk to me, huh?

- [Kellerman grunts]
- Talk to me!

[Kellerman coughing]

I was gonna arrest you.

That's funny.

I got the gun.

I got the power.
I got your life in my hands.

Who's arresting who,
you dumb motherf--

Who told you I was your man?

You got [indistinct]
going into their place.

I did.

And you wanna know why?

I was telling them
to lock their doors.

Some crew
had just ripped Luther off,
I knew he was coming for me.

You're chasing
the wrong man, Einstein.

Mahoney's the angel of death.
I told you that.

Why couldn't you
just believe me?

I'm tired of running, man.

I've been running all my life.

I ain't gonna do it no more, yo.

Why'd you pull the trigger?

You scared me.

That a good feeling?

- No.
- You like that?

No.

Then I proved my point.

You came to take my life.

And now I'm gonna--

I'll give you back yours.

Take it.

[slow melody playing]

I ain't innocent
of a whole lot of things, yo.

But I ain't guilty
of what you [indistinct].

[footsteps departing]

We need
to slip out the [indistinct].

Let's go.

- [Lewis] What happened to you?
- I fell.

[*]

Yeah, well,
you never know, right?

Because I--

Hey, I'll call you
right back, all right?

Hey, fellas, what's up?

- [Castelman]
Thought you two should meet.
- How's that?

[Castelman] We busted this guy
this morning for beating
the dealer half to death.

He was packing a .44 Magnum.

To that effect,
you run two ballistics yet?

Mm-hmm, matched on every one.

Yeah, yeah.
I did them all, all right?

Just get me a lawyer.

Why'd you do it?

Unless you're
a member of the Maryland Bar,

I'm done talking.

- [Lewis]
You know Luther Mahoney?
- Never heard of him.

I thought you said
you were done talking.

- [Castelman] Let's go.
- [Lewis] Thanks a lot, boy.

Merry Christmas.

Hey, Gilligan.

Gilligan.

Permission to come aboard?

[Kellerman] Denied.

Damn.

I can definitely
say you look better.

You think?

Well, I think
I may have a cure for you.

While you were laying up here
nursing that paper cut,

Narcotics found
a weapon that killed Corson
and the Mathias family.

Where?

They rousted
some junkie with it.

So they ran a ballistics test
on your behalf, and guess what?

It matched.

Your big case is down, son.

No, it's not.

Yeah, it is.

That junkie was trying
to set a land speed record
for killing dealers.

Come on, Mahoney set the guy up.

Yeah, probably.

But you know what,
we could spend

the rest of our life
trying to pull that,

we'll end up dying
broken hearted.

Mahoney comes out clean.

That pisses me off.

Yeah.

Things be that way sometimes.

Come on,
let's go fight some more crime.

Get your ass up.

In this corner,
representing the pride

of the Baltimore City
Police Department,

Michael...

"I Can Take a Whooping"

- ...Kellerman!
- [applause]

Feeling all right?
You need a heating pad?

- Maybe some [indistinct]?
- Just my space. Thanks.

Okay.

[Giardello] Kellerman!

There's something different
about you, Detective Kellerman.

I can't put my finger on--

Oh.

That's it.

Black is beautiful, isn't it?

[Kellerman] Yeah.

[sentimental
vocal music playing]

Oh, thanks.

- Thank you.
- Hey. Go ahead.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- How are you doing?
- Good.

What happened?

sAh, it's pretty ugly, isn't it?

Yeah, look, I was--

This is Danny.

Danny,
this is Detective Kellerman.

How you doing?

How you doing?

- Okay.
- Yeah? Good.

Nice meeting you.

[crowd singing Christian hymn]

[gunshot pops]

[woman screaming, sobbing]

[eerie instrumental playing]

[indistinct], call an ambulance!

Get her out of here!
Get her out of here!

Go, get her out of here!
Call an ambulance!

Hang on, man, hang on.

Call an ambulance!

[sentimental
vocal music playing]

[Lewis] We got the shooter,
two uniforms got him over here.

He's dead.

What a waste.

[*]

[theme song playing]