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[bluesy rock song plays]

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Who's up?

Thank you.

Probable OD in the Eastern District?

- [scoffs] What else is new? - That's like 20 in three days.

All at once everyone in Baltimore forgets how to shoot dope?

I had four OD runs yesterday.

That's four single-page reports with dead people's names,

who are not gonna appear on The Board.

I'm getting nostalgic for an old-fashioned whodunit homicide.

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[theme music plays]

- [phone rings] - [Munch] Homicide.

Give it up for Dr. Munch. Come on, pal.

What are you looking for?

Fresh track marks.

Why? What's the difference?

Difference is, if I find fresh track marks,

then I know it was an OD and I can confidently walk away.

[exhaling sharply] There you go. The guy was a southpaw.

Worse thing could happen is, I assume it's an OD

and then the M.E. calls me tomorrow morning

and says it was a strangulation or a beating.

Then I have a murder where I didn't hold the crime scene

or interview any witnesses.

My first partner in Homicide taught me that. Stan the Man.

The man never missed a trick.

My second partner, she was so thorough it could make your teeth hurt.

My partners. Gone, finished. Stick a fork in 'em.

I lose partners faster than any cop on the planet.

And marriages? Three of them, each one shorter than the last.

Three wives?

Maybe this guy isn't as dumb as he looks.

It didn't end well for the guy, but at least he knew where he stood.

[motorcycle rumbles]

- [Kellerman] Buenos días. - [Lewis] Hey, where the hell you been at?

Why, what do you mean?

Well I came down, I'm really looking for you last night.

Didn't see your boat, didn't see you.

[Kellerman] Well, that's 'cause I'm in a new marina.

- And I got a new boat. - [Lewis] Oh, yeah?

Yeah, traded up to an Ocean Sports Fisherman.

It's got a few years on it, but it's in mint condition.

Figure I'll make some money, on running charters,

taking people out in the bay to chase rockfish.

Hey, hey, hey, Mikey's living large.

- It's starting to look ugly. - Why, what's up?

Gaffney's got a suit from Internal in Gee's office.

Someone's in the jackpot.

Yeah, well it ain't me. I ain't done nothing.

Lately.

Hey, where you going, Sarge?

Cavalier with a ping in it has gotta go to the Fallsway garage.

- [Bayliss] Well, let me do that. - [Howard] You wanna go? Fine by me.

[Bayliss] Come on, let's go.

I'm-- I'm off the street.

I know, for cases. But this here is just a ride.

No-- not to worry. I-- I have a very full day.

Uh, uh, another in a series of trips to the hospital

for another in a series of check-ups,

followed by another trip to the gun range

to fire off another box or two.

- When is that firearms exam? - Tomorrow morning.

You'd think the department would test me on something that matters.

What, like typing 30 words a minute?

Kellerman, I'd like to see you in my office, please.

[Kellerman] What's this about?

A target letter from the U.S. Attorney's Office.

The department received it early this morning.

A target letter?

You are under investigation by a federal grand jury

looking into corrupt practices within the Department.

Corrupt practices?

What, is it about that crap from when I was in Arson?

Detective, before you say anything further,

let me advise you of your rights.

You cannot be compelled to give any statement in this matter.

Detective O'Neill here is simply keeping the departmental file.

The actual criminal investigation is in the hands of the FBI

and the Federal Prosecutor.

My advice, kid, go talk to the union lawyer.

Look, I didn't do anything.

Well, until this is resolved,

you're gonna be assigned administrative duties.

Wait, Captain, I didn't-- I didn't do any--

This is a federal grand jury.

It is out of our hands.

What?

How did you know it was about Arson?

This investigation has gotta be about the Rolands. Matthew and his son, Mitch.

They're these bigtime Downtown players

with lots of residential and commercial property.

Only their little twist on free enterprise,

is they burn anything they can't sell for a profit.

- You were working them? - I was all over them.

But the best I could manage was to charge one of their torchers.

I mean, I hate to say it, but these guys are out of my league.

And they wanted to put you on the pad?

They offered me a grand a month to play cold with them and their fires.

I mean, they didn't need to buy me, but they offered just the same.

- And you refused? - Of course.

Someone on the outside is saying otherwise.

Well, my guess the Rolands got jammed up on something

and now they're naming cops to get out from under.

Mount up, partner.

We got a shooting, 1200 block [indistinct].

- Take Howard on the call. - [Lewis] Howard? What?

[Giardello] I said take Howard.

Gee, if you take me off the street now,

everyone in this building is gonna think

that the Feds really have a case against me.

The target paper makes it official.

You're suspected of police corruption.

- So I'm off the street? - [Giardello] Yes!

Guilty until proven innocent, huh?

[Mary] The doctor gave me your new prescription. There you go.

- [Pembleton] Oh, no, this-- this can wait. - Well, we're here.

We may as well fill your new prescription at the hospital's pharmacy.

What is Dr. Dread giving me?

Well, let's see.

Losartan.

New, better.

Better side effects?

They all have possible side effects.

Maybe, instead of a new prescription, we need a new doctor.

One who will tell you what you want to hear?

- Yes. [laughs] - [laughs]

Someone who will say you don't have to take any medication?

Yes.

You have been taking your medicine, right?

Of course.

[tense music plays]

Tell me you've been taking your medicine.

I--

Frank, if you don't take your medicine,

you could have another stroke.

[Pembleton] I-- I know.

Well, this is not just something you're just gonna dismiss.

'Cause otherwise, I will check you back into this hospital.

Look-- look-- look-- look at me.

I'm fine.

- Don't I look fine? - No.

[Lewis] So tell me the tale.

Meet a man in search of an obit, Quentin Reed.

Quentin Reed?

- Bo-Jack Reed. - [Rogers] One and the same.

[Lewis] I thought Bo-Jack was still over Jessup doing 30 for conspiracy to distribute.

[Rogers] Yeah. Our parole commissioners at work.

Mr. Reed came home a year ago.

Set up shop on some Eastside corners, a lot of corners.

He was selling so much dope and coke,

he was giving Luther Mahoney a run for his money.

Luther Mahoney?

So Bo-Jack was taking business from Luther.

That's the word anyhow.

So what we got, is a blood trail half a block long,

some .380 casings--

- ...45. - [Lewis] .45.

And Bo-Jack Reed, looking a couple pints low.

And the witness.

What witness?

The one who went Downtown with the other detective.

- [Howard] What detective? - Stivers, Narcotics.

[door slamming]

I'm looking for Stivers. I'm gonna smack him.

Take your best shot, pal.

Terri Stivers? Lewis, Homicide. You're a woman.

You Homicide guys, always picking up on small details.

Where is my witness? My murder, my witness.

Your witness? He's my informant!

- He saw my murder. - He didn't see anything.

I brought him to the crime scene

- to show him Bo-Jack Reed was dead. - What, for laughs?

My informant wasn't about to snitch out a player as fierce as ol' Bo-Jack,

so I figured if he saw that the Wicked Witch was dead,

he might help make a case against Bo-Jack's lieutenants.

They're the ones putting the bad package out!

- What are they lacing the dope with? - Scopolamine.

Which will break your brain. If it doesn't blow your heart out.

Look around. Nine more today.

- Yesterday, we had six in here, the day before, five. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

They're stacked up like commuter flights over Atlanta.

So who capped Bo-Jack?

Luther Mahoney.

- [Lewis] You know this? - [Stivers] So says my informant.

So if I got a shot at Luther, you need to give me that witness.

You can talk to my informant, but he's still mine.

I don't want him named as a witness

- until I get a chance to lock up Bo-Jack's crew. - Fair enough.

- [Stivers] You know something? - What?

You go by the bullet or the blade,

a cop works the murder, you get a shot at being avenged.

You go by the blast, you're just gone.

[tense music plays]

Hey.

Brodie, Pancho to my Cisco, Mutt to my Jeff.

Have a seat, my trusted roomie.

Yeah, well, actually,

I need to talk to you about that.

I think I should move out.

Move out? Why?

Well, you know, uh,

we're just two different kind of people.

You were evicted from that hovel of apartment,

you've been sleeping here in the squad room,

I took you in, and I fed you, I raised you from a pup.

It's not like I'm saying you're a bad guy.

You looked in the medicine cabinet didn't you?

- [Brodie] No, I didn't. - You looked!

- You looked, didn't you? - Hey, guys, what's up?

- [Munch] What's up? - Mm-hm.

Brodie's on the street again, homeless, alone, hopeless.

Oh, need a place to stay?

[Brodie] Why, you-- you offering?

- Yeah. What the hell. - Really?

- [Bayliss] Mm-hm. - Hey, great. Thanks.

Uh, I'm gonna pick my stuff up from your place later.

What?

What, did I do something wrong?

- Mike. - Hey, Bob.

- How's Homicide? - It's okay. How's Arson?

- Eh, same old thing. You know. - Yeah, I know.

[laughs awkwardly] You the rat?

What?

Are you the rat?

Oh, you, too, huh? We had you figured for the rat.

[woman] We don't know who's telling the FBI what.

The important thing is not to panic.

Whatever they've got can still be knocked down in court

or, if we have to, dealt away in a plea agreement.

Wait, a plea agreement?

Well, I'm not saying we're there yet.

I'm just thinking ahead.

- Think on this, I didn't do it. - What do you mean?

I didn't take anything from Roland or from anyone else.

You serious?

Then why did the Feds hit you with a target letter?

Ask them.

Down the road, we will.

Until then, don't talk to anyone.

Look, I already laid it all out for my Lieutenant.

Are you out of your mind?

Al Giardello works for the Baltimore Police Department.

He doesn't work for you.

He won't lift a finger to save you if this Department wants you to go down.

Why would they want me to go down?

The U.S. Attorney's Office thinks you're corrupt.

They've let the Department know it.

This is lawyer-to-client advice,

shut your mouth.

Not one word to anyone.

Not your supervisor and not even your partner.

[Stivers] Vernon.

You got a fiend sweet tooth, huh?

Sugar's a drug, too.

Sugar keeps the snake away for a while

when you can't hook up with a blast.

I'm feeling better already.

Okay, Vernon.

Tell this detective what you told me about Bo-Jack

and Luther Mahoney.

Bo-Jack had his people on the corners around Ashland and Wolfe,

selling this white bag package

he called "diamond in the raw."

- So Luther was losing business. - [Vernon] Yeah.

But that's not what got Bo-Jack aced.

I mean, there's enough profit out there for everybody.

What got Luther mad was when Bo-Jack started putting out another package

in Double-Star bags.

Mahoney uses Double-Stars.

Bo-Jack was telling people Mahoney was serving up poison,

trying to push them over to his own product.

Didn't work like he thought, though.

The fiends, they started chasing the poison.

A true-test dope fiend

hears that a package is knocking other addicts off their ass,

he runs right towards the stuff.

He's thinking it's the righteous high only he can handle.

So Luther aced Bo-Jack?

He put the contract on the street.

3,000 on Bo-Jack's head.

A boy I know named...

Carlton Phipps did the deed.

Carlton Phipps.

So this Carlton, he whacks Bo-Jack for three large.

Mahoney paid him that night.

- How do you know? - [Vernon] Carlton showed me the cash.

He ain't never had three grand in his life before.

He couldn't help but show it to me.

Okay, where does this Carlton hang his hat?

- Hold on. - What do you mean?

We're getting ahead of ourselves here.

To get the bad package off the street,

I need to get at Bo-Jack's stash house.

That means search warrants, that means Vernon here,

- he's my probable cause. - I got a murder here.

How long you think he'll last outside

once he's been named as a witness in your murder?

All right. I'll tell you what.

You get me an address for Phipps,

and I'll try to work my case without naming your boy.

[Stivers] Vernon?

Tell my friend here where he can find Carlton Phipps.

300 block, on Dumars Court. The door with the tags on it.

Hey!

One for the road?

[laughing]

I'd do less damage firing speedballs.

Got that right.

- [tense music plays] - Carlton? Carlton Phipps?

Police, open up.

I see somebody in there on the sofa.

[indistinct chatter in the distance]

That's not a good sign.

Luther Mahoney's killed him. Damn, he's good at this.

Hey, there you are.

Vernon Troy come through for you?

Give you the information you need for the search warrant?

I think so, I just need to get a judge to sign off,

but I'd say by sunset, Bo-Jack's crew will be in lockdown.

Yeah, maybe. Where's Vernon at now?

He's still in The Box, sleeping.

So much for the sugar buzz, huh?

He's getting sick, actually. He needs a dose.

Yeah, well, we can't cut him loose now.

- Why, what's up? - Carlton Phipps is dead. No forced entry.

Gunshot wound to the back of the head, ...45 left in plain view.

Let me guess. The gun matches to the killing of Bo-Jack.

Luther Mahoney just handed you a closed case.

[Lewis] You'll have to let me name your informant.

No, no, his statement is the only thing I got

that's gonna tie Mahoney into my murder.

You put his name in a charging document,

he'll be dead as soon as he steps back into the mix.

Well, maybe he don't step back.

[tense music plays]

Oh, four on the whistle, center mass.

That looks good, Frank. You look sure, you know that?

Every day you're looking a little more sure.

Keep your hand on the grip. Watch the slide. The slide.

The slide.

Hmm, not taking your medicine, are you?

I'm a detective, Frank.

I'm a keen observer of the human condition.

I pick up on the subtlest clues.

I react to the slightest suggestion. In short, I deduct.

- Who told you? - Brodie.

You gotta take your pills, Frank.

If you don't take your pills, your head is gonna blow up.

What I got is-- is a firearks-- arms exam

tomorrow morning at 9:00 a.m.

I-- I pass, I'm a detective.

I fail,

I'm office furniture.

- [tense music plays] - [Lewis] Vernon, Vernon, Vernon.

We got to talk.

Can't talk about nothing till I get right.

[groans]

I-- I-- I need some help here.

Vernon, look, here, how about another Dinky Dog?

Oh, man, please. I know you can see that I'm beyond that now.

There ain't a Dinky big enough to settle me,

'less I get a blast.

Vernon, we're cops, man.

We can't go running downstairs to the vending machines

and snatch you up a couple of vials.

I know that.

You gotta put me back on the street.

Vernon, I'm about to do a raid on Bo-Jack's stash house

using the info you gave me.

Yeah. Your boy Carlton is dead. Mahoney got to him already.

[Stivers] So the street is not the best place for you right now.

You-- you're gonna put my name on a warrant for Luther Mahoney?

Well, you're all I got so far, brother.

Then you ain't got jack. I'm gone.

Wait, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, Vernon.

You ain't going nowhere. Hold on, man. Hold on!

Now, listen. I got an idea here, all right?

Be quick, man. I'm ill.

Yeah, you're ill. You smell funky, too. Come on.

I know you got to do what you got to do, right?

But we need to keep you alive, so we can do our thing, right?

You gonna put me on witness protection?

[Lewis laughing]

Vernon, we're not the Feds,

and you ain't giving us John Gotti, all right?

See, here in Baltimore City,

we don't have the money to change people's names,

and ship their narrow behinds off to Omaha, you understand?

So what you saying?

What I'm saying is,

I'm gonna cut you loose to get high, okay?

Hey, hey, hey.

But you gotta cop your drugs on the Westside, you understand?

Don't go east, don't go home, don't visit people you know.

Be back here in one hour.

And Vernon, when you get back here,

this is where you live.

All right?

You got cable?

[humming]

[knocking on door]

Yeah.

Hi, you said I could, uh--

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, no, come on in, come on.

Good, good, good. Is this all you have here?

Well, I got some more stuff in the car, but I could get it later.

I'll just put this stuff down here.

Good, okay, well, this here is the sofa,

and the sofa just kind of folds out,

and-- and this is where you'll be staying,

and this is-- And that's my bedroom,

and that's where I sleep.

- Oh, great. Thanks. - Okay?

[tense instrumental playing]

Bo-Jack's the second house in.

The door's probably reinforced, so we use the maul from the get-go.

- Okay. - Let's do it.

Hey, wait, remember, I go in first.

- You're just along for the ride. - You're the man, ma'am.

[fast-paced percussion instrumental playing]

[Stivers] Okay.

[officer] Police, don't move!

[Brodie] Watching TV, huh?

Yeah, yeah, I'm watching Mighty Mouse.

- [chuckling] - Oh, Mighty Mouse.

Yeah.

Yeah, you want to watch something else?

Well, there's a retrospective on Frederick Wiseman on cable.

[officer] Baltimore Police, nobody moves! Nobody moves!

Freeze, you! What're you doing?

[overlapping yelling]

[suspenseful instrumental playing]

Chill out, man! Chill out!

[Brodie] They're showing Titicut Follies.

It's a seminal work he did on an insane asylum in Massachusetts.

It's genius.

[man] Give me my lawyer, now!

Get off of me, you understand me?

Let go!

[overlapping yells]

[tense instrumental playing]

[Brodie] He doesn't even put film in his camera for the first few weeks of work.

Only when his subjects forget that the camera's there,

does he begin to really capture reality.

He doesn't put film in his camera?

That's brilliant when you think about it.

[Brodie sighs heavily]

[virtuosic instrumental playing over TV]

- Mighty Mouse. - Okay, fine.

So, hey, you wanna work through the shift change,

maybe do somethin' with Luther Mahoney?

Ugh, I got nothin' better planned for tonight.

What? A fine looking woman like you?

Got nobody waiting at home for you?

Well, no, what about you? I heard you were married.

Married with lawn chairs.

- Well, good for you. - Yeah, good for me.

Hey! A little late to be sorting files, huh?

I don't feel much like going home.

Say Mikey, um, I heard through the grapevine what's up,

and I just want you to know that--

Well, you know, I would've said somethin' earlier,

but I got caught up with this murder here, so, I--

It's okay.

Anyway, I don't care what everybody else is saying, I believe you.

Well, including myself, that makes two of us.

This too shall pass.

Oh, wax biblical, why don't you?

Oh, hey, Mikey.

Did you meet Terri Stivers, Narcotics?

See you later.

Uh-huh. Hi, Terri.

Sir Michael.

Wait a second. What's this about?

Ah, never mind, what's going on?

Well, we're gonna take another shot at Luther Mahoney.

I like him for both my murders.

Luther did your killings?

Not personally, but once again, he is the man behind the curtain.

So what's your plan?

Well, we're gonna work with what we got.

I'm gonna type up an arrest warrant

based on that snitch Vernon's statement,

and then we're gonna hunt down Luther Mahoney,

and rattle him around in The Box.

[Stivers] No need to hunt.

Luther and me got a history.

Yeah, me, too.

But do you have his pager?

- He'll call you back? - He always does.

He's polite that way.

So what's up with you and Luther?

Meldrick and I caught most of the bodies

in that Eastside drug war last winter.

Mahoney played us like a bunch of chumps.

And he let us know that he was playing us.

- So it's personal. - Yeah, it's way personal.

Hey, where's Vernon?

Who?

It's the snitch we got stashed in The Aquarium.

- I don't know. - He's been gone for over two hours.

Anybody call a Luther Mahoney?

Luther, hey, Terri Stivers.

How you been?

[laughs] Is she slick?

[Stivers] Yeah. How's business?

[laughs] No, I didn't say what business, did I?

I'm just making conversation.

Listen, can you come down to headquarters?

Well, you know, I'm just working on those overdose cases,

trying to get that nasty stuff off the corners.

Yeah.

Great, thank you.

He'll be here tomorrow morning at 9:00.

[Lewis applauding]

- Come here a second. - What, man?

Come here.

If you're going after Luther, you gotta let me work the Box with you.

I mean, come on, I've got as much right to Luther as anybody.

Gee's got you in the office.

Fine, the Box is in the office.

Come on Mikey, I can't let you roll with me when you're--

What? What? When I'm dirty, huh?

- Mike. - I mean, Luther is mine, I want a shot at him.

You're askin' me to jeopardize an investigation her and I got going on.

You're gonna put us in the jackpot with Barnfather.

That's right, I'm asking you, partner.

I can't do that, Mikey.

[tense instrumental playing]

[sighs]

[range sergeant] At the sound of the first whistle,

you will commence your exercise.

At the sound of the second whistle, you will cease the exercise.

Any shots fired after the second whistle

will not accrue to your score.

[slow inhale]

[range sergeant] Check your weapons.

[gunshot pops]

[police radio chatter]

What's the deal?

Luther Mahoney, you are charged with conspiracy

in the murder of Quentin Reed, aka Bo-Jack Reed.

When an attractive young lady calls

in the middle of the evening, requesting assistance,

there are certain expectations.

Well, you know, Luther, how it is.

Sometimes the magic's there, sometimes it ain't.

So you still wanna talk to me about that bad package?

Oh, we can talk about that, too.

Of course, if you're charging me,

I have the right to shut up.

Yes, you do.

And the right to counsel.

And that, too.

- See, I know this game. - [Lewis laughs] So play.

You're so sharp, step up to the plate.

You know, we did a raid

on Ashland.

Bo-Jack's stash.

Ah, the late Mr. Reed.

We had a nice long run before he...

fell.

You find any of that poison?

We did, not all of it, probably, but enough to convince us

that the bad bags were from his crew.

Oh, I bet they were.

But he was pointin' the finger at you.

Are you suggesting a motive?

Well, you have, say, your theoretical drug slinger.

You know, he's marketing a viable product,

proper purity, proper cut,

until some no-name,

know-nothin', old-school,

just-outta-Jessup knucklehead

starts messin' around with his home chemistry set,

and he starts killin' off the customers quick.

And oppose to killing them slow.

Even if this drug slinger, this theoretical drug slinger

was a reasonable man,

I mean, this guy might be compelled to act.

You know, your case makes sense.

I like it.

I like it, too.

Except I don't sling bags,

and I didn't kill Bo-Jack Reed.

Then who did?

A guy named Carlton Phipps.

No, he's dead, too.

You know, I heard that.

Huh.

[sighs] You see, our problem

is that we don't have any way

of connecting Carlton Phipps with the murder of Bo-Jack Reed.

Well, see, I worked that case.

I talked to Carlton's people.

You know what they told me?

They said he was despondent,

that he may even have taken his own life.

He killed himself?

He shot himself in the back of the head?

Who are you fooling?

He was murdered.

Bo-Jack's people came back on him.

I mean, he had the gun that killed Bo-Jack

right on the table in--

[laughing]

Let me ask you this.

How do you know where Carlton caught that bullet?

And let me ask you this,

how in the hell do you know what was on the table in front of the man?

The word was all over about what happened to Carlton.

Oh, Luther, Luther, Luther.

You just fell for the oldest trick we got, baby.

[ominous instrumental playing]

I want a lawyer.

I bet you do.

You're a broken record, you know that--

If I could even fool a grand jury into an indictment,

a sitting jury would tear me apart!

Look, we didn't release the location of the wound

or the recovery of the weapon to the media.

How could Luther Mahoney know that if he wasn't in that room?

How could he know? How does anyone know anything out on the street?

People talk, things get heard.

- That's smoke. - Yeah, I know it's smoke.

But it's thick enough to hide behind.

Let me ask you something,

was the door to Carlton Phipps' house locked?

- No. - So, Detective, what you're saying is,

before the police arrived, anyone in the neighborhood

could have accessed the crime scene.

What about Vernon Troy's statement?

Yeah, great, a stoned heroin hound

willing to swear a dead man told him he was paid $3,000 to do a murder.

At the courthouse, we call that hearsay.

So what do you say? You saying you're gonna cut Luther loose?

You never really had him on the hook.

We put Vernon Troy's name in the warrant, we identified him,

and now you're telling us that Luther Mahoney is back on the street?

[sighs] Where's Troy now?

He's around.

You better get word to him. I gotta go.

I'm having lunch with my fiancée, and because of you, I'm late.

Vernon still in the wind?

I haven't seen him since last night.

He's probably sleepin' it off, huh?

Now, has Kellerman talked to anyone?

- [Howard] Not me. - I heard there's a grand jury with the Federal Courthouse.

They're looking up some guys in CID.

[Howard] Arson Unit, I heard.

I don't see Kellerman doing anything wrong.

He'd say something to Lewis.

- I mean, he talks to Lewis, right? - [Bayliss] Mm-hm.

I hear he's talking to FOP lawyers.

If he's talking to them, then his ass is grass.

Remember when Lewis dented that Cavalier?

[Brodie] This is worse than a car accident.

- Hey, Mike. - Hi.

What are you talking about?

Oh, nothing really.

- Nothing? - Nothing important.

Well, go on, talk about nothing some more.

Football. Who'd have thought the Ravens

would make you forget Ameche and Unitas, huh?

[Brodie] Yeah, I got a line on tickets for them, cheap.

[Bayliss] Oh, you know what? I saw them play last Sunday.

We should all go, 'cause they look good.

[knocking on door]

You didn't qualify?

I-- I hit the targets every time.

My-- my aim was true.

Your reloads?

[laughs nervously] Yeah.

Um, the-- the reloads--

The--

The-- the guy, he-- he says,

"Fire six on his signal,

and then go to our pri-- primary pouch

for a new magazine."

I-- I hear the whistle.

I-- I fire off six-- six rounds, and...

I-- [laughs]

I-- I can't remember what a--

a-- a magazine is.

[laughs nervously]

I-- I-- I think the word

"magazine."

Time is a magazine.

Playboy is a magazine.

I-- I get--

I get hung up on the word.

I-- I hear the whistle.

Again, he-- he says he says,

"Get off the ra-- Get off the range."

[laughs]

I-- I--

I-- was four short

of passing, four short.

Close doesn't count for Jack.

You fail, it might as well have been 20 or 30 points.

I-- I gotta get back

on-- on the street.

I-- I need-- I need to be out,

working cases.

And how do you do that?

[Pembleton] You--

You do it.

You-- you pull some strings.

What strings?

The gun has nothing to do with the job!

[Giardello] Frank.

You think I'm happy about this?

I've got Russert on indefinite leave.

You and Kellerman are on desk duty.

Bolander retired, Felton, I don't know where he is,

and I've got more red on that board than I care to think about.

[Pembleton sighs]

[stammering]

I'm not gonna beg.

You can get me

back out on the street!

I expected more from you.

And I expected more from you.

[melancholic vocal music playing]

Shaken, not stirred.

There you go. Oh.

So what now?

What you mean?

[Stivers] Luther Mahoney.

I'll just keep workin' on him.

That's the answer?

Yeah, that's the answer to everything.

Police work, marriage, happiness, friendship, life.

You're working on your marriage?

Yes, ma'am, I surely am.

Let me know if you take a little time off.

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One shot to the head. Okay, guys, roll him, please.

[Howard] Oh, no.

You know this guy?

He's our informant in the Mahoney case, Vernon Troy.

Vernon took one for the team, huh?

Rah-rah-rah.

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[sighs]

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