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Medic 19 pronounced Antoine Giles at 21:48 hours.

By the look of him, Mr. Giles was launched

from the ninth floor or higher.

- Dead on impact. - [Lewis] What was the time of call?

- [bottles shattering] - [overlapping chatter]

Brodie, keep your head up.

[man] Downtown suits.

Only come across the boulevard when a nigger falls.

- [glass shattering] - [Kellerman] This is getting really ugly.

[man] Never see no badges when the drama starts.

- [Kellerman] You all right? - Yeah.

I don't think we're wanted here.

What you talking about "we," pale face?

[crowds shouting]

Tactical is on the way.

Damn these [indistinct].

There's only one way to police the Terrace.

Napalm.

Yeah, well, that's not funny. Damn.

[Ishmael] Brothers and sisters, hear me please.

Brothers and sisters, your gracious attention.

Great, the Muslims.

As if the rabble wasn't already roused.

There's been a tragedy here tonight.

A brother who sought personal gain

by selling poison to his people

has reaped from the seeds he sowed.

While the result was inevitable,

we still grieve as for any of our brethren.

As for these gentlemen,

they require respite to perform their function.

We ask that you depart with assurances

that we will be here to make sure

our brother's remains will be respected.

You may proceed.

[upbeat music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[camera shutter clicking]

[theme song playing]

[music fades]

And then suddenly out of nowhere, here come the Muslims.

Hey, they sure shut it down, didn't they?

How long the Muslims been in the Terrace, Gee,

what, six, eight months?

City gave them a contract last year.

It's a federal grant. HUD money.

If you ask me, it's an insult for the city

to get outside groups to police the projects.

Yeah, well, if you ask me, it sure has been quiet on the Terrace since they took it over.

They haven't had a murder there in months.

They're not getting rid of crime.

They're just pushing it a block or two west.

Who's the dead guy?

He's Antoine Giles, the dealer working the 224 building.

Get back over to the Terrace. See what you can find out.

[police radio chatter]

Mm. Mm.

[chuckles]

[dispatch] 1425 Bloom,

I have shots fired on the eighth floor.

Shots fired. Boston Homes. 1425 Bloom.

Yeah, I got that. 124, I got that.

[dispatch] Where are you, 124?

McCulloh and Dolphin. I'm on my way.

[siren blaring]

[gunshot popping]

[tense music playing]

[gunshots popping]

[gunshots popping]

[exhales]

[gunshot popping]

Three more weeks.

[Russert] Three more weeks what?

- The Big Man comes back. - Really?

June 1st, with the Washington Follies far behind him,

and indiscretions forgotten,

Stan Bolander returns to the department

and his old desk,

so you better ask Gee for a new one.

- You saw Stanley? - No.

- Well, you spoke to him? - Not exactly.

Well, then how do you know he's coming back?

Because why wouldn't he?

Because if he were planning on coming back,

we'd have heard by now.

- He'd at least have told Al. - He'll be back.

- Okay, okay. - He will.

- All right. Whatever. [laughs] - He'll be back.

Okay, okay. I'll look for a new desk.

[Gharty] Forgot your flashlights, Detectives?

We'll use yours.

You the first on the scene?

Yeah, Stu Gharty. Follow me.

- They call this "the maze." - [Munch coughs] Oh.

The hallways connect all three buildings.

It smells terrible down here.

Yeah, it stinks. But it's a great place to hide.

Watch the puddle.

- [Russert] Thank you. - [Lewis sighs]

I found these two quick enough, though.

Just followed the path

of spent shells down from the eighth floor.

Okay.

You got your shooter and your victim,

or your victim and your shooter.

It depends on how you want to look at it.

On your left,

that's Justin Hormos, 18, gunshot to the chest.

On the right, Cyrus Dunham,

14, gunshot to the head.

One's chasing the other, and they run in here.

Both fire, both fall down dead.

How often do you have a murder that solves itself?

- Never. - Yeah, well, now you got two.

There's your weapons,

and there, my guess, is your motive.

I wish every crime were this easy.

I don't know.

Let's wait till we check with the lab.

There might be an outside shooter.

Yeah, if you don't need me,

I'm gonna go upstairs and wait for the ME.

Figure he'll need an escort.

- [Munch] Thanks, Gharty. - Yeah. Shame, huh?

What a place to die.

Wanna get high?

[indistinct chatter]

[Kellerman] Antoine lived here?

You know, the spelling is atrocious.

Personally, I blame the schools.

All right, let me handle this.

- [banging on door] - I speak the lingo.

Miss...

The sister does not wish to speak to you, Detective.

Excuse me.

Miss Giles, Baltimore Homicide.

I don't know nothing. I didn't see nothing.

I ain't saying nothing. Get your ass out.

Now, hold on. Let's back up a minute here.

Now, we came here to find out

why your boy got thrown off the high-rise tower here.

Why you gonna do me like that?

As I said, the sister does not wish to speak to the police.

Hey, this doesn't really concern you, okay?

So what are you doing here?

[Ishmael] That would be my question to you, Detective.

The brother is at least among his own in this matter,

but if he is unwelcome, you are even more so.

All right, I don't know who you're listening to,

but we're trying to find out who murdered your boy.

- If you want to just sit down and talk-- - Get your ass out.

[sighs] All right, Miss Giles, listen.

You change your mind, you want to talk...

call me.

You really handled that well.

[dramatic music playing]

- Hey, did you see the board? - Uh-huh.

Well, Hormos and Dunham are already up there in black.

Uh-huh.

Well that's a little premature, don't you think?

We haven't ruled out the possibility

of a third shooter.

Not so.

You see, a thoughtful, generous and considerate someone

got up early this morning, swung by the morgue,

matched both bullets to their respective weapons,

came back to his desk, sharpened a pencil

and did all the appropriate paperwork.

- You got the ME report? - Preliminary report.

And now that someone's fortunate and appreciative partner

has two more closed cases in her column,

and she didn't have to lift a finger.

- Except, of course, to sign her name. - I can't sign this.

- Why not? - It's incomplete.

Where's the victim printout, the crime lab analysis,

the witness statements?

What else did I miss?

We haven't talked to the relatives.

Next of kin's been notified.

We really should talk to them ourselves.

- They might know something. - Know something?

Shlomo and Shlomo shot each other.

We should just hand in the paperwork and move on.

After we talk to the families.

[sighs] Next thing you know, you'll be grading my penmanship.

- So what did you guys find out at the Terrace? - Nothing.

Every time we tried to pull up a witness,

we had Malik or Hakeem or Abdul staring us down.

- Muslims intimidating the witnesses? - Oh, yeah.

Hey, we don't know that for sure.

They're watching us,

they're watching everyone we talk to.

Has it ever occurred to you that maybe the people

of Highland Terrace like having the Muslims around?

Maybe they feel comfortable and safe with them in the community?

Excuse me, do the two of you have a problem?

No, we ain't got no problem.

It's one of the Muslims tried to pull

a blue-eyed, white devil thing on Mikey.

You know, one cop against the other.

- Didn't work, though. - Nah. No way.

So I guess what you guys are telling me

is you're no closer to finding the killer

of Antoine Giles than you were last night?

- No closer. - Mm-hmm.

Well, maybe Hamp Mears can help.

Who?

Hamp Mears, from the Western Drug Unit.

Why, he's in the coffee room. He's got a story to tell you.

Where the hell you get a name like Hamp?

- [chuckles] Lewis, right? - Yeah.

This is my partner, Mike Kellerman.

- How you doing? - [Lewis] What have we got?

Two nights ago I'm doing a surveillance on Fayette Street

when Antoine Giles comes tearing out of the 224 building

with an angry crew on his ass.

- Which angry crew? - The Muslims.

- You saw the Muslims chase Antoine? - They caught him, too.

They had Antoine up against the wall of that liquor store.

I was thinking, "Damn, who do I root for?" [laughs]

- What, they kicked his ass? - Mm-mm. They just talked.

The head guy, he's pointing a finger and lecturing.

Then he goes in Antoine's pocket,

comes up with a bundle.

What, he took his drugs off of him?

Yeah, and then they let Antoine go.

The others, they go back to the high-rise.

But I see the head guy put the bundle in his own pocket,

go up Fayette.

- So I follow him. - You lock him up?

Mm-mm. I didn't get a chance.

Before I could, he takes the bundle

and tosses it down a sewer hole.

- What, he threw the drugs away? - [Mears] Mm-hmm.

Can you point this hero out to me?

Yeah.

So you see the Muslims chase Antoine,

and the next day Antoine ends up one with the sidewalk.

Well, that don't mean the Muslims killed him.

It don't mean they didn't.

The shots woke me out of bed.

I saw Cyrus wasn't here.

I went straight for the phone.

You called 911?

[scoffs] Don't know why I bothered.

And why is that?

I waited and waited.

Nobody came.

Mrs. Dunham, what time did you hear the first shots?

I don't know.

It was so loud.

Now, after you hung up...

how long did the shooting go on?

It seemed like years.

Well, was it ten minutes? More? 20?

They said the police were on the way.

- What took so long? - I don't know Mrs. Dunham.

That's what we're trying to find out,

but we need your help.

No, ma'am.

We needed your help.

[somber music playing]

You want to hear about my son?

When Justin was a boy, two, three years old,

you know what he wanted to be?

- What's that? - [Mrs. Hormos] A police officer.

He used to watch the TV, run around with his toy gun.

Then Justin grew up.

Saw his sister get shot.

Saw his home here turned to trash.

You know what he called you cops then?

Cowards.

[sighs]

- Listen to this. - Snoop Doggy Dogg?

The tape from the Boston Homes Dispatch.

What am I listening for?

What time does the initial report come in?

10:32 p.m.

Right.

Gunshots from the eighth floor.

By the time we're notified, and it's five after 11.

So?

So Gharty was at McCulloh and Dolphin

when he gets the call.

He's around the corner from the crime scene.

It takes him a half an hour to go two blocks?

Maybe there was a traffic jam or something.

Come on, McCulloh and Dolphin at 10:30 isn't exactly rush hour.

You're saying he got there earlier than he admitted?

Well, maybe.

Or took his time getting there.

- Let's go. - [scoffs] Where?

Over to Central to see if Gharty can muster up

some sort of an explanation.

[man] Yeah, same as yesterday.

Still a bomb, girl. Still a bomb.

Elevator's broken.

The residents have need for the stairs.

They can wait until I finish my business.

Well, your business in this building is concluded.

Well, step to me then, bitch.

[footsteps approaching]

[rock music playing]

Raheem, help these sisters with their bags.

Discrepancy, huh.

Yeah, between the distance travelled,

and the time it took you to get there.

My partner is very meticulous.

So from your reported location

it should have been five minutes to the crime scene, max.

She's being precise.

[chuckles] So you wanna explain the extra half hour?

I waited for the shooting to stop.

You what?

I pulled up to Boston. I heard gunfire.

I waited until it was over, until it was safe to go inside.

Oh, yeah, until two people were dead.

Look, Gharty, those two kids, by the way,

chased each other down eight flights of stairs.

Now, you could have stopped them before they reached the basement.

Stopped them how?

It was just me and my nine millimeter.

I might as well go in waving a white flag.

He was waiting for backup.

You were waiting for backup, Gharty, weren't you?

Look, look, I got work to do. [laughs] Are we through here?

Did you call for backup?

[Gharty] I'm 54 years old, Detective.

Six months away from a nice, cozy desk job.

What are my options?

I step inside that building,

they shoot me, then finish each other off.

Or worse, I kill a kid. What then?

He's Black. I'm white. His mother points her finger.

The whole neighborhood is raging against me.

My face is on the front page.

My family is dragged through hell.

I can't take that risk. Why should I?

Because it's your job.

Look, you don't want to go in, you radio for backup.

Now did you or did you not call for backup?

Is there a problem here, Officer?

No.

So, meet Detectives Munch and Russert from Homicide.

- Sir. - Lieutenant Nat Galvin.

- Hi. - The Megan Russert.

- I guess. - [Galvin chuckles]

The first female captain in the Baltimore PD.

Yeah, well, not anymore.

Yeah, Barnfather, right? What a jerk.

So, to what do we owe this honor?

Yeah, we're going over some details

of last night's double shooting.

All right. So I won't interrupt.

Say hi to Al Giardello for me, will you?

- I sure will. Bye. - [Galvin] Good.

Look at it this way, Detectives.

Hormos and Dunham took care of their business.

All I got to worry about is paperwork.

I think you may have more than that to worry about.

She's serious?

[Munch sighs]

Do me a favor, Munch. Next time, don't come with me.

Hey, I didn't want to go in the first place.

You stood there and contradicted everything I said.

You were questioning the guy

like he was some lowlife from the West Side.

I was trying to find out the facts.

Facts, the facts are, two kids killed each other.

- And Gharty didn't do anything. - Exactly.

And now two mothers are asking, "Why not?"

Cheap shot. He's a cop.

I know he's a cop.

I'm gonna pull his jacket,

see if there's a history of late response, negligence.

What if it was once of us?

What if it was Kay or Meldrick or me?

You'd turn me in?

Kay Howard would have gone into the building.

She would have called for backup.

Same with Meldrick Lewis.

Believe it or not, the same with you.

You know, I used to think Stan was the most hard-boiled person on earth.

You make him look like a cheese omelet.

You miss Stanley so much, why don't you give him a call?

- You want me to call him? - Yeah.

- Ask him when he's coming back. - Because I will call him.

- I know. Go ahead. - Okay.

Again, the machine.

Stanley, this is Detective John Munch,

your lowly cohort from the Homicide Unit.

Do you mind?

This is the 26th message I've left.

Stanley, it's getting really embarrassing.

[Howard] Failure to take police action,

dereliction of duty.

Yeah, and Gharty doesn't even think

he's done anything wrong.

Neither does Munch, for that matter.

So where do I go with this?

Maybe you should take it to Internal.

Yeah, well, I still gotta wait for the final on the ME,

and then I gotta pull Gharty's jacket,

and then I gotta listen to the dispatch tape again.

Well, you go do that computer stuff

and the thing with the recording,

and I'll go see what's taking Scheiner.

Hey, thanks. Hmm.

I think maybe we need to add a couple brothers.

Remember me? We need to have a little chat.

I'm not in the habit of conversing

with law enforcement officers.

- Hard head, huh? - Now, hold on, hold on, hold on.

We just need to exchange a little information.

The best way to do that is for us

to just sit down and chill.

- Am I charged with a crime? - Would you like to be?

Under the laws of this so-called democracy,

if I'm not charged with a crime,

then I'm free to end this conversation.

- Get your hands off me. - Hey, hey. Come on, now, come on.

Hey, Lewis, this mug just put his hand on your partner, man, whose side are you on?

An excellent question, Detective.

You stay out of this. This ain't the way to go.

Please, you don't put your hands on a cop.

You want charges? You got them. Assault on a police--

KGA, this is Unit 7410.

I need an ambo at 224 North Carey.

An ambulance for who?

I don't know who do you think you are.

We are the Baltimore City Police Department,

and we're still the toughest gang on the block.

Yeah, well, not here. Not anymore.

[handcuffs clicking]

Bottom line is, you put your hand on a cop,

you're gonna take a charge.

It's that simple.

[sighs] Okay, so explain something to me.

Explain to me how one night

you could chase a dealer out of a high-rise

and the very next night

that same dealer ends up being tossed off that high-rise?

You're making yourself our best suspect here.

That's because he did it.

What, murder get you rep enough to control those towers?

Your lies mean nothing to me.

The history of the white race

is 500 years of deceit and genocide,

and now here you think to judge me?

No, no, no, listen pal, I wouldn't waste a second

- in judging you. - Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

You tried to silence our Black Messiahs,

but we now know we're the chosen people of Allah.

What we do in the projects

is what this government doesn't want done.

Now I ask you,

how do the drugs get to the Terrace?

Who was served by so many of us in prison, so many addicted,

so many dying from a CIA-sponsored virus?

Hey, hey, please.

You know, save the speech for someone who cares.

America has no need for the Black man,

for the original man.

It wants niggers.

This is a load of crap.

How can you work with him?

What, who, him?

He hates us.

Why do his bidding?

No, he hates you.

And most of the time he does my bidding.

[handcuff clicking]

Let's talk about you for a minute.

Before you became Ishmael Al-Hadj,

you was just Levon Epps.

Just another chump-change knucklehead with a sheet.

You did your six-year bit up at Hagerstown.

Six years up there

with them redneck guards up in the mountains.

I found my faith in Hagerstown.

Like many of us, I needed a white man's jail cell

to see the truth of my heritage as an original man.

I am trying to find the truth about a murder here.

[sighs] You're just not gonna help me, are you?

According to Scheiner, Dunham died instantly.

Took the bullet in the cranium

that lodged in the occipital lobe.

Hormos, however, took his bullet in the pulmonary artery.

- He bled to death. - Uh-huh.

Which you know is gonna take anywhere from ten to 20 minutes.

So even after the shooting stopped,

Gharty was in no hurry to make it to the scene.

So if he would have gotten there a few minutes earlier,

Hormos might have survived.

It's possible.

What about those dispatch tapes, huh?

There's no record of a backup call.

Well, it's time to include Internal.

He's got such a clean jacket,

including two commendations,

one in 1983, the other one in 1990.

Commendations notwithstanding, I still think you've got a case.

- I want to warn Gharty first. - Why?

I don't know. I don't know.

Maybe he'll 'fess up and save me the trouble.

How many killings did you have in the Terrace last year?

- Too many. - And this year?

Just the one so far.

Yet here I am in custody in this room.

You are serving a government

that has its boot heel at the neck of your people.

Okay, enough with the boots

and the necks and all of that, all right?

You're from around the way, I'm from around the way.

- Am I right? - You're right.

Huh.

Okay, so I respect what y'all doing in the 'jects.

Special guest at the bar tonight.

Yeah? Who might that be?

- Stanley Bolander. - [both exclaiming]

What do you know, if you harass him enough,

The Big Man just caves in.

- The Big Man. - The Big Man.

I'll have you know, he seemed quite pleased to hear from me.

- Anybody seen Kellerman? - He's in the coffee room.

Going to need a lot of extra light beer tonight.

- [Pembleton] Oh, yeah. - [Munch] Because you know who's coming back?

[Pembleton] The Big Man!

- Mikey. - [handcuffs clicking]

You guys going to go out and have a couple of beers?

[scoffs]

What do you mean by that?

What do you think it means?

I'm looking for my partner in this case,

and I don't know where he is.

- I'm right here. - Oh, yeah?

Where were you when he took a swing at me, huh?

And where were you in the box right now?

What do you want me to say, huh?

You want me to say something to make you feel better?

I'm trying to get a witness talking to me.

- So it's just business, right? - This's what we do. It's what we do.

I'm talking to a guy beats his kids,

I tell him I beat my own kids.

I'm talking to a rapist,

I tell him I snatch nuns off the street.

Okay, okay, so you don't buy this racist crap, right?

Because this guy, he hates whites,

he hates Jews, he hates me.

I don't buy race-baiting from anybody.

But even you gotta admit

that these guys have done right by Highland Terrace.

These guys are thugs.

Look, you got a white neighborhood, okay?

Like Guilford.

And that's fine for them

to have their own private little security force,

but God forbid that we in the Black community

should decide to police our own, huh?

It's suddenly perceived as a threat.

Say what you will.

The Muslims come to town,

and crime rate goes down in the projects.

I think the crime rate was pretty low under Hitler.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about you.

I don't see you up there walking foot up in the towers, huh?

I don't see you volunteering to police that neighborhood.

Gotta get back to my interview.

- Nat Galvin. - Hey, Al.

- Come to rescue me, I hope. - Bad day?

Bosses, bodies, bodies, bosses.

Well, I hate to add to your list for the day,

but we've got to talk about this Boston Homes thing.

Okay.

Why didn't you come to me first

before you let Russert push this case so far?

Under the circumstances,

a trial board hearing is extreme.

I know it looks bad, but Gharty's a good cop.

He's a veteran, Al. He's paid his dues. He's never--

Gharty waited 30 minutes. Two kids died.

Drug dealers. There's a difference.

We all took an oath, Nat, to serve and protect.

That's not a selective term, it applies to everyone.

I know. I know that.

And Gharty knows it, too. Believe me.

A firefighter gets an alarm.

He can't just sit on his ass until he gets the urge to move.

He does that, the building burns to the ground, people fry.

That's not a fair comparison and you know it.

No?

Someone dials 911, they expect to get help.

If they don't get the help, a trust is broken.

And Gharty was there. He was on the scene.

- And did nothing. - Come on, Al.

Are you telling me that you never once hesitated?

You never stopped to think about your wife and kids?

Whether it was all worth it or not?

For a split second maybe, but not for half an hour.

When the day comes it takes that long,

that's the day to retire.

One more question, Al.

What?

Now, all this other stuff aside...

you think Russert have dinner with me?

[bar music playing]

- [Munch] Big Man here yet? - No, not yet.

Why is Bolander called The Big Man?

Is he fat?

Granted, Stanley Bolander is far from svelte.

He has what some might call a Brobdingnagian build.

But it is not mere bulk

which has earned the Big Man his title.

He is, in all sense, a man of magnitude.

Enormously fair, tremendously honest

and a whale of a detective.

So when Stanley comes here tonight,

you give him a pint of our best light beer, okay?

I'll be back with some hors d'oeuvres.

He really misses the guy.

You think Meldrick will ever talk that way about me?

You know, Brobdingnagian,

you know, find himself in a bar one day

waxing poetic about his old partner?

Tell you what, if the future goes as planned,

the only thing he's going to be waxing is

a bright red Lamborghini.

[phone ringing]

Waterfront.

Hey, hey, Stan, how's it going?

What?

Oh, right. Right.

Well, I tell you what, he's right in back, I can just--

Yeah, okay. You, too. Okay.

Big Man's favorite, chicken fingers.

All right.

That was The Big Man on the phone there, Munch.

- He's running late? - No.

He's not coming.

- Not coming? - No.

What does that mean "not coming?"

Something came up.

Said he'd try to make it tomorrow.

Did he ask to speak to me?

Look, just forget about Stan, Munch.

Drink that.

All that stuff I said before about man magnitude and all that?

- [Kellerman] Uh-huh. - I take it back.

Give me another one.

[door clicks open]

Who had the bright idea

to put a charge on one of the Muslims?

- Detective Kellerman and Lewis. - They're off this case.

What?

I want you to call the State's Attorney.

Get the charges against the Muslim dropped. I want him released.

Moreover, I don't want our people having any more contact

with the Highland Terrace security staff.

I got people are working on a murder case here.

Muslims may be involved.

This is not a perfect world, Al.

- It's not? - It's Baltimore.

A majority Black city

which it's not possible to be elected to office

without the support of that majority.

Politics as usual.

If you press the Muslims, I'll have the Mayor's office

and a half-dozen council members all over me.

And what about Antoine Giles?

Another dead drug dealer in the projects?

Come on, the case could stay in the red forever

without another word spoken.

So, the Muslims get to control their part of the city

in their own unique fashion.

At least until HUD cancels their contract.

There's growing opposition in Washington

to the idea of funding the Muslims.

There's a HUD audit of security contracts

already underway.

We sit out the battle and win the war.

- Very well, if you insist. - Thank you.

It's Giardello.

[siren wailing]

"Efforts to investigate the slaying

have been thwarted by political interference,

according to one ranking police commander

who asked not to be identified."

Behold, a ranking, albeit unidentified, police commander,

and a true master of the game.

Lewis, Kellerman, my office.

Uh-oh.

[laughs]

So what's this with me and Kellerman

being taken off the case?

Politics. I'm dealing with it.

The Muslims got that kind of drag?

Now, the thing of it is, I don't think the Muslims did it.

I can't see Ishmael taking off Antoine Giles.

Why not?

Drugs, violence, the project. It's all about race to him.

He's so in love with the original man concept,

I can't see him taking a Black life.

The only demons in his head are white ones.

Well, it's all academic. We're reassigned.

Oh, I expect that to change shortly.

[phone ringing]

Gee.

Well, yes, sir.

Immediately, sir.

[indistinct chatter]

[judge] The Disciplinary Hearing Board is now convened.

Is Officer Stuart Gharty present?

I am.

Charges are as follows.

On the evening of April 10th, 1996,

Officer Stuart Matthew Gharty

demonstrated an unwillingness

or inability to take police action.

Violation of Rule 1, Section 19,

General Order 288.

Officer Gharty was waiting in the basement when you arrived.

How did his demeanor strike you?

Friendly. Professional.

Talkative. A little nervous, I think.

And what happened then?

He led us to the victims,

gave us relevant information,

and then he left the area so we could proceed.

[Russert] Gharty excused himself.

He seemed eager to leave the crime scene.

Lieutenant, Detectives Kellerman and Lewis

are reassigned to the Giles' case,

and Mr. Al-Hadj has assured me

that in light of this morning's press reports,

he and his colleagues are ready to cooperate in any way.

Very good.

May I escort you to our Homicide office?

- Oh, and Lieutenant. - [Giardello] Yes?

If I ever do learn the source of this press leak,

be assured, he will be walking foot

on the outskirts of Philadelphia.

That goes without saying.

Justin Hormos was 18 years old.

Cyrus Dunham only 14.

Rundowns on the two victims

show a total of 23 juvenile and adult arrests.

Both were enrolled at Westside High School

where Dunham played running back on the JB squad.

Hormos served one year at Hickey

for stabbing a police officer while resisting arrest.

Medical intervention

might have stopped Justin's bleeding in time.

Armed as they were, the shooters represented

a significant threat to Stuart Gharty's life.

He anticipated that threat.

[Giardello] What do we know?

Well, we've been given a complete

hour-by-hour itinerary

for Ishmael Al-Hadj and his crew.

They've alibied themselves nicely.

And you believe them?

Do I have a choice?

- You didn't enter the building? - Not at the time. No.

Is it not proper procedure, in such a situation

for a solitary officer to radio for backup?

- It is. - [Weaver] Can you explain your decision?

I was alone.

I believed that to enter Boston Homes

I was placing myself in extreme physical jeopardy.

Proper procedure says call for backup,

and yet you opted not to?

[Gharty] I was shook up. I--

I can't remember whether I called or not.

How many calls came in to dispatch

on the night of April 10th?

2,089.

This was two nights ago, Officer.

You've already forgotten?

Like I said, I was confused.

2,089 calls?

And what happens, Miss Browder,

if two units call in at the same time

on the same frequency?

One call blocks out the other.

I refer the board to document 1B.

After the initial phone call,

recordings from April 10th indicate

no further communication from Unit 124.

According to the transcript, Officer Gharty,

you never requested assistance.

Does that help your memory any?

[Murphy] On a busy night like April 10th,

is it possible,

if Officer Gharty did radio for backup,

his request was overridden?

Yes, it's possible.

[Murphy] Thank you, Miss Browder.

I have nothing further.

We tried many times to dissuade Antoine Giles

from selling his narcotics in Highland Terrace.

We did not, however, take his life.

But you know who did, right?

You know everything that happens in those towers.

You know the name of the killer but you won't give him to us.

We are able provide security in Highland Terrace

precisely because we are not the police

and we do not deal with the police.

And for appearance's sake, you will cooperate just enough

so you'll get your HUD grant renewed,

but not enough to help us solve the murder.

Here's the deal.

You and your people are not off the hook

until I get the killer's name.

Until then, a reporter will call asking for an update.

I'll say that we're being jerked around,

that you're still suspect.

That ought to make a HUD auditor think twice.

I will tell you...

and I will tell him.

But not him,

an unbeliever.

Just get the name.

Mike...

He ain't going anywhere.

[dramatic music playing]

- Nothing? - Nada.

Well, they gave us the name, but not the guy.

[indistinct] have another talk with Ishmael.

[indistinct chatter]

[Gharty] Detective Russert.

This is my wife, Flora,

my daughter, Ellen, my grandchildren.

This is Andrew and Sarah.

- [Gharty chuckles] - Hello.

- I should be heading back. - [Gharty] Yeah, of course.

Detective.

Listen...

I've been thinking a lot about those kids and their families.

And I want you to know

that I don't blame you for bringing all this about.

I don't blame myself either.

I blame the city, see.

I blame the situation,

how people behave,

the way cops are treated.

I didn't call for backup.

I didn't call because I knew that once backup came,

I would have to go in.

And the truth is, either way, I wasn't up to it.

Not with backup. Not by myself.

[sighs] Not in that neighborhood.

It's like I told Flora,

maybe with how things are,

it's better I retire.

You should let the Board decide that, Officer Gharty.

[chuckles] Yeah, you're right.

Yeah, I'll wait and let the Board decide.

They know how things are.

They know the situation out there.

They'll make the call.

All right.

[indistinct]?

- No. - Good.

I'm gonna go to the bar and have a drink and wait for Stan.

- Wanna join me? - No.

Just a thought.

[somber music playing]

- So Gharty got off? - Uh-huh.

Tonight he'll be celebrating with his wife and family.

And tomorrow he'll be back on the street.

It's absurd, huh? Infuriating?

Oh, who knows, Kay?

I should be shocked.

I guess I should feel angry,

but I don't know, I don't.

Maybe Gharty's no worse than the rest of us.

You know, people can't trust the police

and we can't trust each other.

So who's left to rely on?

- Our contract was not extended. - I heard.

So today we are leaving the Terrace.

- It's yours again to police. - Or not.

I'm sorry.

Y'all were doing some good work here.

But you helped to destroy that.

Tarred us with a murder.

You lost the contract for a number of reasons.

A piece of the larger plan.

[indistinct chatter]

Take a look at these towers.

This is the handiwork

of the world's most affluent country.

This, Brother Lewis, is how they want it to be.

If you had given me the name

of that [indistinct] from the jump,

y'all would still be here.

We'd steer clear of each other and all the publicity.

You made an arrest?

Be for real. He skipped and you know it.

We got interstate flight warrant on him,

but he could be anywhere from Queens to Kingston,

and you tipped him off, huh?

You gave us the name,

but you made sure we found an empty apartment.

We identified the brother within an hour of the murder.

He will not be returning to Highland Terrace.

- Is he alive? - Certainly.

We believe in redemption, Detective.

So in other words, you know where he is.

You just don't want to give him to me.

I've seen your prisons.

One Black man more or less will not matter.

Be for real.

You took on a responsibility to police this community.

The guy's a gangster. He threw a man off this building right here, huh?

- A Black man. - I'm glad at least of hearing you make that distinction.

I was beginning to see you as only a buck dancer.

A buck dancer?

Perhaps it's not too late to ask

if you might you be interested in making the Kalima Shahadah?

- A profession of faith? - Very good, Brother Lewis.

You should have given me that [indistinct].

As-salamu alaykum, Brother Lewis.

Alaykum salaam.

[reggae music playing]

[gunshots popping]

[gunshots popping]

Red tops. Got them killer reds, yo.

Red tops.

- Red tops, get 'em here. - Time out.

Time out on Carey.

Red tops.

Red tops make you sparkle. Get your red tops.

Red tops. Red tops. Get them killer reds.

[theme song playing]