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- Looks like he took it well. - Took what well?

I don't know. Whatever it is that killed him.

[police radio chatter]

[Munch] Joseph Agboye.

Passport issued in Lagos, Nigeria.

Left Amsterdam on Wednesday,

entered the country through BWI yesterday.

Found dead in Baltimore this morning.

No blood, no trauma, no forced entry.

Wallet, money and jewelry are still on, or about his [indistinct].

[Brodie] Any guesses, Munch?

- Ah, airline food. - [Brodie laughing]

Put it down to undetermined causes.

Let the morgue rats figure it out.

Excuse me, I heard that.

Oh, I meant "morgue rats" in the most complimentary way.

Oh, of course you did.

So what have I missed?

Man travels halfway around the world,

dies for no apparent reason in a $20 motel room,

in a nondescript American metropolis, unknown and unmourned.

You depress me, Munch.

Don't you ever think of anything positive to say?

Hey, if he's not murdered, it's not my problem.

Well, well, well,

we seem to have a new record for swallowed contraband.

76, and 77 eggs of what seem to be pure heroin.

Yeah, that's half a kilo, at least.

Easy.

You know, when I was doing my residency in Buffalo,

we had this one case where this guy tried to cross the Canadian border

with 42 of these bad boys in his belly.

But man, 77, that pretty much takes the trophy.

- You rang? - [Cox] Now, this is Ray Borders with Customs.

Baltimore Field Office.

Borders from Customs?

[laughs] Lewis, Homicide.

This is my partner, Mike Kellerman.

And this is Joseph Agboye,

found dead at a Washington Boulevard motel this morning.

That's Munch's case, see you.

Well, now it's yours, mine and ours.

Seems Mr. Agboye here swallowed half a kilo

of latex-wrapped heroin in Amsterdam.

That's before catching a flight to Baltimore.

- Then what? - Then a condom broke, is what.

- I hate when that happens. - I hear ya.

So it was an overdose?

A racehorse wouldn't have lasted a minute.

So why you calling us?

This looks like a job for Narcotics.

Right, but I called you, because this is a heroin shipment

destined for the drug organization of one Luther Mahoney.

[ominous instrumental playing]

Are you with us?

Mention the name Luther Mahoney, we'll follow you to the ends of the earth.

- Lead the way, bye, Doc. - See you later.

[theme song playing]

[officer] Homicide.

[phone ringing]

Munch, pick up on line one.

Who is it?

Some guy, says he's an inmate from Jessup,

wants to talk to Bolander.

Well, if he wants to talk to Bolander, what are you telling me for?

Momentary lapse of sanity, I guess.

You want me to handle it? I'll handle it.

Detective Munch speaking.

[sighing] Naomi.

I need you to pull an old file for me, from '87.

Last name is DeLeon, first name is Laszlo,

otherwise known as "Punchy."

He's doing ten years for murdering a guy named Sam Noonan.

It's one of Bolander's old cases come back to haunt me.

Thanks.

Okay, terrific.

- You need a hand there, Frank? - All I need is a bigger locker.

You always bring your dirty wash to work?

Oh, no, this is clean, Kay. This is all lemony fresh.

Or at least it was before I dropped it on the floor.

I won't ask.

No, no, it's okay, you can ask.

Yes, I own a washer. Yes, I own a drier.

Yes, I know how to do my laundry.

I just don't have the time.

You see, I dropped these off at the Spin 'n Save about three weeks ago.

The lady called and said she was gonna donate everything to the Salvation Army

if I didn't pick it up this morning, so...

any other questions?

Yeah, have you finished the prosecution report

on the Rader case?

The, um--

No, not yet.

Well, I need it on my desk by the end of the day.

Okay.

We know from his passport, for the last three years,

Joseph Agboye has made four runs annually to this country,

each time entering at either the Baltimore or Washington airports.

We also know that Agboye made a call to a payphone

at a used car lot on the West Side.

And this lot is owned by one Antonio Brookdale.

Brookdale's been a lieutenant in Mahoney's organization for at least two years.

The lot was purchased six months ago, as a front for money laundering.

So we've stumbled on Mahoney's quarterly shipment.

The question is, what do we do with it?

Simple. We use an undercover agent.

We bring the shipment of heroin to Brookdale at the car lot,

and then we arrest him.

Then maybe we get Brookdale to roll over on Mahoney.

[laughing] You gonna get one of Luther's lieutenants to roll over on him?

- [Ingram] We're gonna try. - Well, you're gonna fail.

- How can you be so sure? - You don't know Luther.

As fast as you build a case against this guy, he's gonna tear it down.

I mean, he doesn't care, he'll intimidate witnesses, he'll torture witnesses.

I mean, look, he'll kill witnesses.

At best, you're gonna end up with a case against Antonio Brookdale.

At worst, you're gonna end up with a closed car lot.

As usual, Detective Kellerman, you underestimate me.

Even if you can make a drug conspiracy case against Mahoney,

you're talking about 6 to 12 months of work.

I don't have any problem taking the time to do a case right.

In fact, we've had a wire in Mahoney's home,

and his office phones for three months.

- Three months? - [Lewis] What'd you hear?

It's like you said, you know Luther.

I'm afraid the taps haven't given us much of anything.

Look, Luther Mahoney is killing people.

On my shift alone, I've got nine open murders tied to the man.

The other shifts have four.

What are you suggesting, Al?

Send in the undercover, and keep the shipment.

Let's give Mahoney half a kilo of baking soda, and see what happens.

You're saying we should give Luther a bad package, and just wait?

If nothing happens, then you bust Antonio Brookdale for attempted possession.

But I have a feeling if you sell Luther Mahoney baking soda,

something's gonna happen.

I don't think my office is gonna be comfortable distributing heroin.

- [Lewis laughs] - Even if it is fake.

And my office is not gonna spend another six months with Mahoney on the street.

Now, what's the worst that can happen?

Half a kilo of dope that isn't dope?

Angry gangsters, angry addicts?

The worst is beyond my ability to comprehend it.

[Giardello] I don't know. I want Luther Mahoney.

Well, you gotta admit, if we pull this off,

we're gonna rock Luther's world.

[typewriter clacking]

- Rader case? - Yes, prosecution report.

This daughter's name, is that Billie spelled with a Y or an I-E?

- [Bayliss] I-E. - I-E. Oh, like Billie Holiday.

Yeah, like Billie Holiday.

You should have taken that call, Kay.

[Howard] Oh, yeah?

Guy on the other end, Laszlo DeLeon, aka "Punchy."

Stanley put him away in '87.

He says he's got info on an old murder case,

including the whereabouts of the body, and an ID on who done it.

He's gonna hand me the whole shebang, open and shut.

Oh, yeah, what's the catch?

No catch, no consequence,

just another case in black under my name,

a case, I might add, which could've been yours.

Forget, Munch, they're all mine, red and black.

- Besides-- - [Munch] Besides what?

Oh, I'd be willing to bet today's lunch tab

that Punchy DeLeon wants something.

Is everything a competition with you, Kay?

Maybe this is a closed case, you should be happy for me.

[Lewis] What exactly are you gonna say to Mahoney's people?

They're expecting Agboye.

I'm gonna tell them Agboye's too sick to complete the delivery.

After swallowing so many eggs,

it's not too hard to believe, you know?

Well, I'll say this much, you do look Nigerian.

[DEA agent] Oh, yeah? Actually, I'm from Ohio.

Spent the last ten years in the DEA Field Office in Detroit.

What's the capital of Nigeria?

Lagos.

What's the capital of Ohio?

740 grams of [indistinct], quinine,

and good old Arm & Hammer baking soda.

And just a bit of morphine base,

in case they try to run a chemical quick test on it.

[with Nigerian accent] Mr. Mahoney, the package is in.

Not bad, huh?

[cell door buzzing]

[door clicks open]

Detective Munch, sorry to keep you waiting.

Can I get you anything?

Some coffee? How about some Scotch?

Bring us a bottle of Johnnie Walker, will you?

What do you want, Mr. DeLeon?

- Punchy! - What do you want?

I never said I wanted anything. I said I've got information.

- About a murder? - About a murder.

And since you drove all the way out here to see me,

I assume you're interested.

I could be.

I just wanna make sure we have an understanding, you're handing me a closed case.

You're gonna tell me where the body's buried and who put it there,

and you don't want anything in exchange,

no private cell, no parole hearing?

You know, I checked your file, Punchy.

You stabbed Sam Noonan, you're doing 10 to 15 for manslaughter.

But I get out today.

Did you ever go to Pimlico, Detective?

- For pleasure, just once. - Then you know that moment.

That moment when you lose three weeks' pay in less than an hour,

and you want to jump off the nearest tall building?

- Yeah, I know that one. - Not that moment.

The moment when the gun goes off. Pow!

And the thoroughbreds fly out of the gate.

Freedom!

That's what I wanna feel when I get out of this hellhole.

You ask what I want?

I wanna give you the low-down on this murder,

so I can have my clean start.

- You got a pen? - Yeah, I got a pen.

In October of 1987,

a man by the name of Jimmy "The Shirt" Pugliese

was shot twice in the head,

and buried under the parking lot of Pimlico.

Under the parking lot?

Section C.

You've been in here since '87. How do I know this is for real?

Pugliese. P-U-G-L-I-E-S-E.

And the killer is...

Find the body, Detective, and the rest will follow.

See you at the track.

- Pow. - Pow!

[man over phone] Antonio, heads up, someone's coming.

[Antonio] Who is it?

[man] I don't know. Don't recognize the man.

Go check this out.

Who the hell are you?

- D'Bo. - The what?

- D'Bo! - Yeah, whatever, where's Joseph at?

[with Nigerian accent] Ah, he's very sick. Bad stomach.

Yeah, shipment this large, he probably gonna be eating light for a while.

[DEA agent] Very sick.

How's it look?

What you waiting for, a tip? You good, get out.

See ya. Sucker.

[suspenseful instrumental playing]

[dial tone beeping]

[phone ringing]

[phone beeps]

What's up? What's up?

[Antonio over phone] Yo, it's me. Good news.

[Luther] I'm all with it.

[Antonio] You know, like, I'm talking to my broker.

He said that one company you were telling me about--

[Luther] Yeah, I know it.

[Antonio] He thinks they went public.

He thinks we should, you know, buy low and sell high.

All right, then.

Well, that's something.

We've been listening to these guys

talk about the stock market for three months already.

Well, now you know for sure.

Mahoney and his people aren't really pricing the Dow 30.

Still, there's nothing in that conversation we can take into court.

Wait, I got a feeling

Luther's gonna be a little less cautious once the bottom falls out.

[suspenseful instrumental playing]

Munch, why do you do this to me?

Do what, Gee? The guy came to me.

I'm just telling you what he said.

And you think he's telling you the truth?

Punchy DeLeon has no reason to lie, I don't think.

Besides, this is our job, isn't it?

We hear about a body, we can't just let it lay there, we gotta at least take a look.

- I hope you've got a good shovel! - [Munch] Come on, Gee.

Do you know how much it's going to cost to dig up an entire parking lot?

Not the whole lot. Section C.

Is there a missing persons report on this Pugliese?

No, but I did pull the arrest record on the guy,

mostly gambling and misdemeanors,

which ended abruptly in October of '87,

the same month my source says the guy got shot.

All right, get Bolander, call him.

Find out what he remembers about Punchy DeLeon.

If I'm gonna talk to Barnfather about bulldozers,

I want to make sure that we are not being bulldozed.

I wanna know we're gonna strike gold.

- California, here we come. - Call Stanley.

Hello, Stan? It's John.

- [Bolander over phone] Who? - John Munch!

[Brodie] Uh, I don't know, Munch.

You sure you got the right parking lot?

Shut up, Brodie.

- Why couldn't this be Africa, or Egypt? - What?

[Brodie] My whole life, you know, I wanted to go work for National Geographic.

You know, go along on an archaeological expedition.

How cool would it have been to shoot over Mary Leakey's shoulder

when she unearthed Australopithecus?

[Giardello] I wanna see bones!

We're not done here yet, Gee.

[Giardello] You haven't found the body?

Tell me again, what exactly did Stanley tell you about Punchy DeLeon?

- He said that Punchy was a stand-up guy. - Go on.

He said he was working another angle on the Noonan murder,

and DeLeon came forward, and confessed.

- Stan thinks that DeLeon is a guy we can trust. - Go on.

As much as we can trust any of the lying sons of bitches.

You see, that's the part you didn't tell me.

This is Stanley Bolander talking, Gee.

Bolander, the crankiest man on the planet.

No, he's not the crankiest man on the planet, I am.

How can I forget?

Now, the only thing you're digging up

is a bigger hole in the annual budget.

Now, find-- Cut it out! Find Punchy DeLeon.

Get an explanation to why our goldmine dried up.

In the meantime, I'll be barricading myself in the office,

hiding from the bosses.

All done in section C, Detective.

Any place else you want us to dig?

Yeah, right here, six feet.

Cover me over. Unmarked grave.

I've finished the prosecution report on the Rader case.

- Wanna put a signature on here? - Great.

[Pembleton clears throat]

We worked well together on that case, in my opinion.

Yeah, we sure did.

So what do you think?

- About what? - About us.

About working together, about being partners again.

Well, is that what you want?

Because from what you said a few weeks ago,

you weren't so hot on us partnering up together again.

- I changed my mind. - Oh.

So, are we partners

or are we not partners?

Sure. Fine. Okay.

I just watched eight races,

downed 12 ounces of Johnnie Walker, two crab cakes,

and won $1,600.

You missed a heck of a day, Detective.

I was busy.

Digging for Jimmy?

Wasting my time. There was no body in that lot.

There was no Jimmy "The Shirt" Pugliese buried there.

You're sure you checked section C? I--

I specifically told you, section C.

Bastards must have moved the body!

Which bastards are they, Mr. DeLeon?

Who killed Pugliese?

The truth?

I know that he's dead, I don't know who killed him.

Oh, first I think I'm handed a done deal, both the victim and the shooter.

Now all of a sudden, I have nothing.

You will soon, just bear with me.

[scoffs] Forget about it, DeLeon.

Whoever this Pugliese is, wherever he is, I say let him lie.

I can't do that.

Sure you can.

What do you care whether I find him or not?

Jimmy Pugliese was my mentor.

We met right here, at Pimlico, when I was an 18-year-old kid.

Had a $5 bill in my hand.

Jimmy comes up to me, and whispers in my ear,

"Put it on Cherokee Wonder to place second."

The odds against Cherokee were 11-1.

My wife, Frances, I bought her engagement ring

with the money I made that day.

Jimmy lived less than a month after I left for Jessup.

Before I get on with my life,

I wanna give my friend a proper funeral.

You'll help me do that, Detective, won't you?

[exhales in frustration]

[Lewis] Hey, whoa.

Hey, here's your coat, your hat, let's go.

- Where to? - DEA wiretap.

I told Borders we'd take the first shift.

He and Kellerman are gonna relieve us in the morning.

Well, hol-- hold on, hold on, hold on, we got time.

- Maybe, maybe not. - What, you're afraid we're gonna miss the fireworks?

Look, if Luther gets on the line,

I wanna be listening, that's all.

Now, come on, you know your business better than I do.

Brookdale only had his package for what, three hours?

It's still gotta be cut down, stepped on, bagged up.

It's gonna be midnight before them double-star bags hit the boulevard.

Right, and another couple hours before the slingers hear back from the fiends,

and Mahoney hears back from the slingers, you're probably right.

The stuff won't start happening until the early a.m.,

but we need to be there anyway, right?

Just in case?

- Just in case, huh? - [Stivers] Right, come on.

- Uh-huh, just in case? - [Stivers] What?

You and me, surveilling in the moonlight,

glowing in the dark, huh?

Headsets on, listening for the calm before the storm.

[Stivers] And what a storm it'll be.

[rock music playing]

[*]

[*]

[music fades]

Why the hell should I take the sergeant's exam? Sergeants don't make overtime.

Right, I see what you're saying.

[Borders laughing]

[Kellerman clears throat theatrically]

We can come back, if you two want some privacy.

No, we just--

[Kellerman] All right! Of course! Absolutely!

What? What, what, no! Be for real!

- [Kellerman chuckles] Cupcake. - What?

- Cupcake? - No, no, thank you.

Honey bun?

Not unless you got one with the face of Mother Teresa on it.

The face of Mother Teresa?

Yeah, that coffee shop in, what, Tennessee.

What, you never watch the news, Kellerman?

[Borders] Here, Prince Charming.

Thanks. Here you go.

- Any phone traffic? - Not a call.

Well, you kids are relieved anyway.

- [phone ringing] - Mahoney's home phone.

[phone ringing]

[Luther grunting] Hello? Hello.

Man, Luther, that stock is down, way down!

What you talking about?

[Antonio] I'm saying you know, it was on the big board at 25.

Now you can pick it up for a dollar.

[Luther] Antonio.

You checked it, right?

You checked the price and the ratio

on the stock before you bought it.

Yeah, I gave it the quick test, you know!

What am I always telling you?

[Antonio] Man, Luther, this stuff's always been pretty good,

every time it comes in.

Let me ask you something else.

- You think me a fool? - Nah, man!

Yes, you do!

You think you're pulling a fast one on country-ass Luther, right?

Come on, Luther, it ain't even about that!

Who do you love most in this world,

Antonio, huh?

- What do you mean? - I'm asking you...

who it is...

you love most in this world?

- My mom is! - That's nice.

I swear to God, if you messed up my stock purchase,

I will drop both your Black asses

in the same shallow grave.

Luther, man, I'm telling you, this stuff is stepped on by someone!

My people are telling me, ain't a fair one in the pack!

Will you shut up? I'm on the phone!

- [officers laughing] - Listen to him! Listen to him!

He's wetting his pants!

- [dial tone beeping] - Wait, wait, wait.

This one's outgoing.

- [Nathan] Yes? - [Luther] Nathan?

What the hell's going on?

[Nathan] What are you talking about?

[Luther] My stuff ain't right! You trying to whore me, or what?

[phone clattering]

This is awful. Luther's been cheated.

[Lewis laughing] Poor guy's under pressure.

Cheers!

To Joseph Agboye.

[all] Agboye!

[screams]

[tense instrumental playing]

[Giardello] He's showing the strain, huh?

[Lewis] Like he's never shown before, Gee, he's panicky.

Yeah, for one thing, he's using the phone.

We caught him and his people twice on the wire taps talking openly about drugs.

Luther can't figure out if the Nigerians sold him garbage,

or if one of his lieutenants is trying to run a scam on him.

And the beauty of it is,

he sold half his bad package wholesale

to some other drug organizations.

He's got half the East Side dealers looking for a cash refund.

So what's next for poor Luther?

Well, from the wiretap, we know he wants a face-to-face

with Antonio Brookdale and the Nigerians.

But Brookdale's scared to death of Luther.

He wants a meeting in a public spot.

Druid Hill Park, reservoir, high noon.

- [Giardello] And we have that covered? - Oh, yeah, we're all over it.

The Feds got a surveillance set up in a high-rise right across from the park.

We bring Brodie, get the whole thing on tape.

- Good. - Bayliss, line one.

- [Bayliss] All right. - [phone ringing]

Yeah, Bayliss.

No. No, I can't.

Because I'm at work, that's why.

[sighs] Okay. I'll be right there.

Hey, Munch!

Have a conscience.

How's it going, Munch?

I've already got Gee throwing me thunderbolts.

I don't need your smug, "I told you so."

Actually, I came over to offer my help, but hey--

Wait, wait, I'm sorry, Kay. I can't find Pugliese.

[Howard] That's your victim, right?

Yes, but whoever killed him

left no trace of him behind.

You got nothing?

As far as I can tell, no one in the state of Maryland knows what became of him.

- You called Woodlawn? - The FBI?

Oh, talk to someone in Organized Crime.

Maybe they got something on Pugliese.

Come on, this is Baltimore, not the south side of Chicago, Kay.

DeLeon and Pugliese aren't mobsters, they're wannabes.

I ask about them, the Feds would laugh in my face.

Doesn't everybody?

Hey! You think I'm some kind of clown?

You saying I'm funny? I'm here to amuse you?

I make you laugh, huh, huh?

You got videotape in the camera, right?

You know, that-- that's insulting, I'm a professional.

Of course I've got tape in the camera.

- 64-30? - [Lewis] 64-30 unit, go ahead.

- You got a line of sight? - Not really.

But if we move in any closer, it's gonna be too obvious.

How about it, 64-20?

[Borders] 64-20, yeah, it's the same on this side.

[Stivers] That's too bad.

Yeah, you people in the high-rise are gonna

have to be the eyes on this thing.

[Stivers] We'll tell you what we see.

[phone ringing]

Uh, Homicide, Pembleton.

Uh-huh.

- Right. On our way. - [receiver clacks]

- You seen Bayliss? - No, Frank.

- Hey, Naomi, you seen Bayliss? - [Naomi] He left a while ago.

- Say where he was going? - Nope.

Hey, sarge, I got some good news and some bad news.

I don't wanna hear any more about Pugliese.

I gave you my advice, you chose to ignore it.

See, that's where you're wrong, I didn't.

I called over to Woodlawn, I spoke to an Agent Frolich.

It seems they were working a money-laundering case over in Aberdeen,

and Pugliese was a side player.

The bad news is, they lost track of him in '84, when the case went sour.

And the good news is?

The good news is, this Agent Frolich kept a file

on one of Pugliese's old girlfriends, a Dorothy Fallon,

38 years old, she lives in Catonsville.

- You're gonna go see her? - On my way.

[man coughing]

[indistinct dialogue over TV]

At least you've got some groceries now.

All right?

[man coughing]

I'm going.

Going back to work.

[man coughing]

Goodbye.

[sighs]

How do you like your eggs?

Huh?

[suspenseful instrumental playing]

[Stivers] Okay, Luther's early.

No sign of the others.

- [knocking on door] - [footsteps approaching]

- Dorothy Fallon? - I'm Dorothy, yeah.

Detective John Munch, Homicide Unit.

I was hoping to talk to you about one Jimmy "The Shirt" Pugliese.

I understand you knew each other.

Homicide?

That's for dead people, isn't it?

I know it was a long time ago, but I was hoping that--

[Jimmy] Come inside, Dorothy!

- But, Jimmy, he said-- - Jimmy?

- [Munch] Are you Jimmy Pugliese? - Get off my porch.

Punchy said you were dead.

I don't know anybody named Punchy, now, get off my porch.

[Munch] I just wanna talk to you for a minute.

Look, come back when you got a warrant. I just want to--

Pow.

[engine starts]

[knocking on door]

[Jimmy] It's not gonna work, buster.

I told you to come back when you've got a warr--

Hello, Jimmy.

[father] Come on, grab the ball.

[mother] You can get it. You can catch it.

[Stivers over radio] Okay, here we go.

There's a black sedan.

Looks like Antonio Brookdale.

And he's alone.

And right on time.

This must be the Nigerians.

Looks like three of them, in a white Lexus.

[suspenseful instrumental playing]

Yes. The gang's all here.

[Luther] Talk to me!

[Antonio] What you looking at, man? I'm the one talking.

[Luther] Tell me what I wanna hear!

There he is right there.

Well, talk to me, man! What's up?

What my people sent you was good.

- They always sent you good product. - [Luther] It was garbage.

When it gets to Hong Kong, it's good.

When it goes to Amsterdam, it's good.

When it comes here to you, it is good, Luther.

[Antonio] The package was all cut, Luther.

Why didn't you test it?

I gave it the quick test.

But damn, this stuff had always been right before.

That's what I'm saying!

If it wasn't good, you could test it,

get it back to the courier, no questions asked.

If it was garbage, you could have sent it back.

But you didn't.

You're a lying fool.

- [Antonio] Luther, I ain't-- - Shut up! Shut the hell up!

You have no idea what it takes to do what I've done!

I mean, you can't even begin to see the effort, the will, the risk

in bringing package after package after package of that stuff,

and putting it on the corners,

and squeezing out every last dollar!

- Man, I-- -"Man, I," I'm the man! Shut up!

- Shut the hell up! - Yeah, they're getting into it.

[Stivers] Luther looks a little stressed.

Do you know where heroin comes from, Antonio?

Do you?

From the Triangle! From-- from Burma!

That's halfway around the planet, a world away!

- And where the hell do you come from? - [Antonio] Say what?

Where do you come from, Antonio?

Park Heights.

I gotta go halfway around the planet for my package.

But I can go to Park Heights,

and get three more just like you tomorrow.

[Antonio] Yo, this ain't right, Luther, man.

Give me...

my money.

Well, hell with you!

I've been with you from the jump, man.

You gonna try to whore me like this?

The hell with you.

I don't need this, I'm out, man.

Ain't got time for all this.

Please.

- [tense music intensifying] - [Brodie] Oh, God.

[Stivers] Gun! Luther's got a gun!

- Go! Go! - [siren wailing]

Yo! Turn around!

Turn around, and die like a man, you bitch!

[gunshots popping]

- [father] Oh, God! - [siren wailing]

[suspenseful instrumental playing]

Your mom is next.

[child] No! No! Mommy, Mommy!

- [tires screeching] - [siren wailing]

[tires screeching]

- [officer] Hands in the air! - We don't need this!

[father] Officer! Over here! Over here!

[child] Mommy! Mommy! Get up! Mommy!

[officer over radio] 64-40 to KGA.

Shots fired at Druid Hill Park south entrance, two down.

Request two ambos at the south entrance of the park.

[dispatcher] 64-40, 10-4.

[officer] 64-40, also requesting a lookout to all districts

in connection with the double shooting.

Seeking a black 1997 Ford Explorer with Maryland plates.

Suspect is believed to be armed.

Get off of me!

- [Kellerman] Relax! Just relax! - [Stivers] Meldrick!

Where are you going?

[Kellerman] Get out of the car!

- [tires screeching] - [Stivers] Meldrick, where are you going?

[Kellerman] Come on!

[tires screeching]

[suspenseful instrumental playing]

I think I'm losing my mind.

First, Punchy says that Pugliese is dead.

So we dig up the parking lot at Pimlico, no Pugliese.

Then Punchy begs me to find Pugliese.

So I look for Pugliese, I find Pugliese,

only Pugliese's not dead.

Then I go back to Pimlico.

- [Howard] Munch. - No Punchy-- What?

I just-- Please, I wanna ask you a question.

[Munch] What?

Do we have a homicide here or not?

I don't know, I don't know anything anymore.

- You have to help me, Kay. - Okay. All right.

- Is Punchy DeLeon alive? - Yes.

- Is Jimmy Pugliese alive? - Yes!

Then there is no murder.

My advice? Relax, forget the entire incident.

- But how can I-- - I said, drop it!

I will talk to Gee. Find some excuse for Barnfather.

But as far as you're concerned,

the whole fiasco never even happened.

Hallelujah! Thank you, sarge.

Munch, there's a Dorothy Fallon here to see you.

- She says-- - Jimmy's gone!

- He's what? - He's gone!

He left with Punchy, Punchy DeLeon.

You gotta find him. Please!

Okay, you stay here, Ms. Fallon.

I'll call you as soon as we find something out.

- Where are you going? - I'm going to Pimlico parking lot, section C!

[Punchy] I'm glad you showed up, Detective.

I, uh, just wanted to thank you.

[Munch] Is Jimmy "The Shirt" where I think he is?

[Punchy] He wasn't an easy man to find.

I couldn't have done this without your help.

I played the horse to your jockey, huh?

You rode me right to the finish line, didn't you?

I suppose I did, but I wouldn't be so hard on myself, Detective, you know?

It was all done in the name of justice.

- Justice? - Pugliese killed Sam Noonan.

Yeah, sure, right, I'm not gonna believe any more of your lies, Punchy.

You killed Noonan.

That's what we wanted everyone to think, but that's not the way it was.

Jimmy caught Sam pilfering funds and stabbed him in the throat.

I went to your friend Bolander, and confessed.

We had an agreement, you see.

I take the rap for Jimmy, and in exchange,

Jimmy would provide for my wife and kid.

You did ten years for him?

I wasn't in there more than ten days

before Pugliese dropped out of the picture.

Frances was left with no one

to provide for her or Punchy Junior.

She was my whole life, that woman.

Don't get me wrong, I love horses,

but you know, Frances and the kid,

they were the reason I agreed to take the rap.

Once Pugliese broke his word,

Frances went to work for Amici's, waiting tables.

She held on for almost three years.

I love Frances, but she wasn't a strong woman.

One day, she told me she just couldn't make it on her own anymore.

She married one of the maître d's.

I hear she's living up in Wilmington now.

You know I gotta take you in.

Ten years is a long time, Detective.

A decade of my life locked up

for a murder I didn't commit.

Now I have committed a murder, but I've served my time.

That's gotta count for something, don't it?

[suspenseful instrumental playing]

[Lewis] A black 1997 Ford Explorer?

Yeah, we got that from the broadcast, nothing like it so far.

You got somebody down the garage entrance?

There's a garage?

[tires screeching]

- [attendant] Can I help you? - Police, open up.

- [attendant] Police? - Baltimore City Homicide!

Open the damn gate!

[attendant] Could you please bring some identification to the front desk?

No problem!

[tires screeching]

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[door clicks open]

Get away from the safe, Luther!

I said get away from the safe!

[cartridge clattering on floor]

[Lewis] Ah? See, I'm not playing around now.

- Lewis. - I'm a good cop, Luther.

I'm a honest cop.

- And that means I've got standards. - I'm not armed.

Never beat on a man half your size.

- People won't think it's a fair fight. - I'm surrendering.

Never put an ass-whooping on a man

unless you're damn sure he got it coming to him.

- Detective. - See, I'm gonna be beating on you for a little while.

- You're crazy, Lewis. - I'm crazy?

Let me just ask you something.

No, no, let me tell you something.

I've been a cop for a long time.

The drugs out there...

we ain't gonna win that.

There's 100 open-air drug markets in this city,

and there's 50,000 drug fiends out there.

And we are taking on human desire

with lawyers and jailhouses,

and lock-ups,

and you and I both know

that human desire is kicking us in the ass.

So what I need to know, Luther,

why couldn't you be happy with just the packages, huh?

If they were just slinging drugs,

me and you wouldn't be here, would we?

But the bodies...

What about the bodies, Luther, huh?

- What is up with them? - [Luther groaning]

- What is up with them? - [Luther groaning]

You seen Lewis from Homicide?

The Black guy with the attitude and the hat?

- That's him. - He's watching the garage.

[tires screeching]

You got half the corners in East Baltimore!

And still, you gotta shoot an old man

for chasing your [indistinct] from in front of his place of business!

[Luther grunting]

You care more about your ghosts

than you care about your money, Luther!

Now my question to you,

where the hell you carry it, huh?

You want some more? Come on, man!

[Luther] Bitch! You--

Bitch!

[gun cocks]

Back up!

You a good cop now, huh, huh?

[laughing] You a good cop?

You're just another ghost.

[Kellerman] Drop it!

I'm aiming right at your head, Luther.

Drop the gun! Drop it!

Drop it now.

[Luther panting]

[Luther laughing]

What you gonna do, Detective?

Read me my rights?

[Luther laughing]

You have the right...

to remain silent.

[gunshot pops]

[Luther groaning]

Hey, Luther, huh?

Before you die on me,

I wanna let you know something, yeah?

We switched your dope.

[Luther moaning]

[siren wailing]

Anyone got a problem?

Nope.

Terri?

[sighs]

Get an ambulance, and call the duty officer.

It's a police-involved shooting.

What happened?

[Kellerman clears throat]

What happened?

Luther put a gun on my partner, so I lit him up.

Clean shooting, Gee.

[Giardello] It's as simple as that?

Yeah. It's that simple.

Meldrick, you okay with this? You wanna talk it through?

Put a shooting team on it, Gee. Will give my reports.

Mike, you wanna talk to someone about this?

No, I'm good.

[upbeat jazz music playing]

I got him, I got him!

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[music fades]

[theme song playing]