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[reporter] The scrap along the Beltway and the Jones Hall

are clearing out nicely.

WKLN Drivetime at 9:06.

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On our request line,

here's one going out to Kayley in Colombia.

[music playing over radio]

[sighs]

[Kellerman coughs]

- Hey. - Hey.

Drink this. We're dehydrated.

So, how was it for you?

How was what?

The night. Last night.

Last night was fine.

Was fine?

- Yeah. - Hmm.

- You? - It was good.

It was great. Of course it was.

[Kellerman groans]

[Kellerman sighs]

I don't remember last night...

but I was good, right? [chuckles]

[Kellerman sighs]

Actually, I don't really remember

much of last night either.

Hey, maybe we should try it sober.

The sex.

You need a little change there?

- Oh, God. - I gotta get to work.

[Kellerman sighs]

I'm gonna take a shower.

You've got a job too, right?

Yes, I do.

- He died a cop. - Felton quit.

Beau Felton died a cop.

He was working, he was on shift,

he took one in the head doing company business.

He was undercover the last six months.

I sent him into Frank Cantwell's replating operation.

- Stuart Gharty? - You remember?

Yeah, yeah.

I see you decided not to take that pension after all, huh?

No, I'm with IID now.

- Gharty? You're the one that-- - Yeah, yeah.

I'm the one that Detective Russert

had brought up on charges last April.

You wanna stick your fork in me

or you want to get back to the business at hand?

Last year, you won't get out of a radio car

and go into a city high-rise during a shoot-out,

but now, now you are willing to send another cop undercover

into a major crime ring?

- Megan! - [Gharty] No, no, Lieutenant, she's entitled.

I deserved that one, I'll take it.

But I'm here today about Felton.

Why would an IID detective send a disgraced homicide detective

into an auto replating ring?

US Customs and the City Auto Squad

were jointly looking at Cantwell for more than a year.

Every single time they hit one of Cantwell's auto shops

with a search warrant, they'd come up empty.

No stolen cars, no Cantwell.

Customs figured that someone from the Auto Squad

was leaking to the bad guys.

Which is pure bull.

Oh, and I suppose you think Cantwell just got lucky during all those raids?

- Maybe he did. - And maybe he was tipped.

Not by me and not by any other guy in my squad.

Well, Customs thought otherwise,

and when Customs complained to Barnfather,

I got put on the case.

Yeah, but why Felton?

What better undercover to use

than a recently disgraced cop.

Yeah.

And I can tell you, he was a fine undercover.

Felton was deep into Cantwell's world when he got killed.

- When you got him killed. - He knew the risks.

- Yeah? Did he? - [Giardello] It's done, Kay.

What's left for us is to work the murder.

That's simple enough. Let's start with Cantwell.

He made Felton for an undercover, had him aced.

No, no, we don't know that Felton was made.

He could've been killed for any other reason

that had nothing to do with Cantwell.

- True. - [scoffs] Give me a break.

This rat bastard from Internal

sent Felton into Cantwell and lost him.

- Go to hell, Falsone. - Hey, cut it out!

Whoa, back off, back off!

- You wanna get into it? - [Russert] Back off!

Break it up, break it up! That's enough.

I want all of my detectives on the same page.

I want all of you working in the same direction.

I want my detective avenged.

Pembleton is the primary working with Bayliss as the secondary.

Gharty and Falsone, you're both assigned to the Homicide Unit.

- I am not teaming up with anyone from IID. - [Bayliss] Yeah, me neither.

- [Howard] There's no way I'm getting into that. - Just one word. Felton.

[Bayliss groans]

- I got Falsone. - Hey, wait a second.

- Wait a second. - [Bayliss] Come on.

[Russert] Yeah, Russert, City Homicide.

I need to talk to the agents involved in the Cantwell probe.

- Megan, what are you doing? - I'm on the phone with Customs.

Yeah. Frank Cantwell.

[Howard] John, I need you to get in touch with Beau's relatives, friends,

we gotta rule out any suspect beyond Cantwell.

- And where are you two going? - I'm going down to Customs,

find out if they had a phone trap on Beau's apartment

and if they did, I'll have them get a jump on the records.

Hang on, hang on, hang on. I'm the primary, right?

And I'm the sergeant. Come on, let's go, John.

Hold on, I said hang on. Hang on.

Megan, put the phone down. Please, put the phone down.

I'll call you back.

If you want this case, fine.

Go in there and talk to Gee

and get him to write the name "Felton"

under your column on the board.

I'll sit at my desk and wait for the next call.

Otherwise, I don't want anyone to do anything

without clearing it through me first.

Frank, Beau Felton was my partner.

Right, right. He was Gee's detective.

Megan here, she flew in from Paris

because she has some personal stake, too.

- I understand all that. - And you couldn't care less.

The bottom line is that I cannot have

half the shift flying off in different directions

and tripping all over each other.

I'm the primary. I need control.

Fine.

[tense music playing]

Problem solved. Megan, you're secondary.

Lieutenant Howard, Detective Russet, in my office.

[door clicks closed]

I've carried your water in that squad room.

In every argument,

on every occasion, I have backed you.

- You back me now. - I can't.

Look at the board under my name. What do you see? Black.

I'm every bit as good an investigator as Pembleton.

I know that.

I also know what Beau Felton meant to you and to you.

And I know that one of my best detectives,

Pembleton, didn't think much of the man.

- All the more reason-- - To do nothing.

If I do nothing, I have a cold, precise death investigation.

If I take Pembleton off the case and hand it to you,

then I have sparks and heat and worry.

- You owe me this. - I owe you, Kay.

But not this.

[Russert] So, you're telling me

that I flew across an ocean to be shoved aside?

- Megan, I didn't ask you to come. - [Howard] Wonderful.

We'll just take ourselves off to the coffee room

and make a fresh pot for the boys, huh?

You see it, don't you?

As someone who cared for Beau,

as someone who is trying to make this right,

no, I don't see it.

As a shift lieutenant--

You would've done the same thing.

Yes, but then again, I wasn't a shift commander

very long, now, was I?

You're an idiot to lean on my judgment.

Talk to her. Calm her down.

I need you both.

What for?

Beth Felton

doesn't want to have a damn thing to do

with Beau Felton anymore.

I need you to make a funeral.

[somber music playing]

Why don't we just start jacking up

every mook in Cantwell's crew?

Toss 'em in The Box and see what gives?

Do that and Cantwell will shut the operation down.

We may put together a murder case,

but we'll never know the source of the leak.

If there was a leak.

You wanna believe Cantwell wasn't tipped, fine.

Girls, girls, you're both pretty.

The hell are you looking at?

There's never been an unsolved shooting

of a Baltimore police officer.

This case cannot be allowed to change that.

Munch, get down to the morgue. See if toxicology is back.

I wanna know that Beau Felton didn't pick up a drug habit along the way.

Bayliss, get what Customs has on Cantwell.

Also see if there's a trap on Felton's phone.

If so, pull in all the logs.

I want to see my informant first and see if he learned anything new since we last talked to him.

[Bayliss] What are you gonna do, Frank?

Recanvas the scene.

What about me?

[thunder rumbling]

On this recanvas,

you want me to take the neighbors

on the other side of the street?

'Cause we split it up, we'll get it done faster.

You wanna say something?

Anything.

Doing police work with a man

who can't manage to speak a solitary word to me...

'cause I'm IID, right?

Stu Gharty of the Rat Squad.

I don't have a problem with IID.

Oh, come on.

Guys I worked with for ten years on patrol

haven't talked to me since I went to Internal.

I know the freeze out.

I don't bleed blue for anybody doing dirt,

so you put a couple of bad cops in the jackpot,

that's no skin off my nose.

What's this about then?

I'm on the street, I'm working.

I need to know if push comes to shove,

my partner will fight.

I don't wanna be left alone in a back alley.

I don't want to go through the door

and then find out nobody's got my back.

So that's it.

[Bayliss] So, how'd you find Eddie Dugan?

[Falsone] How do you find any informant?

Lift up a rock, see what slithers.

Where to now?

We go back to the office,

we wade through these phone logs,

we find out who called Felton, and who Felton called.

You always wear a suit?

What?

A suit, it's mandatory on the Homicide Unit, huh?

No.

Auto Theft. The hell difference does it make if you wear a suit?

I go talk to grease monkeys and go bust gearheads

who got a jones for a Harley Manifold.

I'm a man on a mission.

I don't need to wear a suit.

You? You're a Homicide.

That's a calling.

A lot of people care more about their cars

than they do about dead relatives.

How do I work with a cop

who won't go through the same doors I do?

Huh?

Howard, Lewis, Bayliss,

every cop on this shift will fight.

Every cop will fight.

I know that. I depend upon it.

I had this case four months ago.

Brutality complaint against a patrol man

that didn't look right.

Cop gave me the names of half a dozen street people

who he says saw the incident

and would confirm that he hit the guy in self-defense.

Of course, I had to hunt the witnesses up.

I was on street corners and shooting galleries

all over West Baltimore, scared.

I was just as scared as a I was

when I got that shooting call in Highland Terrace.

Then I spotted one witness,

and he ran into this hellhole of a crack house.

And, you know, I ran after him.

I got inside, there must have been 20 guys in there.

A dope-fiend convention.

So, what did you do?

I got hit.

I got hit, I got beat down so bad.

I had to spend the next eight hours

at Bon Secours getting stitched up. Cracked a rib, too.

The beating was rough,

but not half so bad as the fear itself.

This is what I had to find out.

Ten lovely ladies! Look, it's showtime.

Here we go! Here we go!

Ten lovely ladies!

All pretty girls! Go on inside!

All right. I believe you this time.

- So, who was that? - That's my informant's sister.

She says he ain't around.

Says he went to New York this week.

- Nice kimono. - Yeah. [chuckles]

[indistinct chatter]

Hey. You're late.

[sighs] You're one to talk.

- I'm kidding. - Well, I'm laughing.

You know, do yourself a favor, huh?

No, come here. Do yourself a favor.

Stop wearing last night's whiskey as your morning cologne.

And look at you, man. The last ten days

you've come in here stinking up the joint.

- Yeah, right. - Yeah, right.

I gotta explain myself to you?

I didn't say that, huh?

Look, I'm carrying some of the weight

of this thing, too, all right?

- For what? - For what?

Yeah, for what?

For that?

Look, the way I see it,

we're even, okay?

You were there for me that night on the boat

and I saved your ass from Mahoney.

- That's it? Case closed? - Hey, don't walk away from me.

I mean, if you've got something to say, just say it, all right?

I mean, don't be some skirt walking away.

Lewis, we've got a victim at Aliceanna and Dallas.

I got a call. Are you working today or what?

[camera shutter clicks]

All right, he was stabbed three times.

Twice in the abdomen

and once here in the right shoulder.

His name is George Safeham.

DOB May 6, '42.

Found the wallet where, J?

- Down about 30 feet. - Yeah.

No green backs, no credit cards, what do you think, kids?

Smells to me like a straight-up robbery.

Okay, we have what appear to be markings

of a wedding band and a watch.

They're both gone.

A lot of hesitation marks.

It looks like he was cut with a serrated edged weapon.

I'll know more after the autopsy.

[Lewis] Hey, what did the wit have to say, Mikey?

- You seen her? - See who?

The witness.

What? You lost the witness?

- She was just here. - Just where?

Look, I was just talking to her.

She says that the victim

was arguing with these two white guys.

They were like 20, 21.

- You lost a witness? - I didn't lose her, okay?

She must have just walked off or something.

She says that both these guys

were, like, you know, 5'10" or whatever, average height.

You got a name? You got an address?

- You got a phone number? - Yeah.

Someplace.

You ain't got a name?

You ain't got a name or her address?

Look, I was just talking to her.

Two average white guys

and a witness with no name and no address.

How tall are you, Mikey?

- What? - What are you, about 6'1", 6'2"?

- 6'1". - Huh.

Why do you want to know how tall I am?

I didn't know they piled crap that high.

Can I get a witness here?

[tense music playing]

[thunder rumbling]

Oh, my God!

Oh, my-- [screams]

It's horrible!

Oh, God!

[laughs] Come on.

Oh.

[thunder rumbling]

Oh, come on. God...

- Oh, shoot! - Let me try.

Oh, man, that would be just like me

to bring the wrong key on this thing.

- It's the right key. - Oh!

[Howard sighs]

Hey, he could live on pizza, huh?

[both chuckling]

- Morning, noon, and night. - Yeah.

[somber music playing]

This is where, huh?

Yeah.

[thunder rumbling]

Hey, Megan, you want to give me a hand here? [chuckles]

Hmm?

[sighs] You know, we're picking out a suit.

We should be laying out his uniform.

[Howard sighs]

Of course, he'd probably prefer the suit.

[chuckling] Yeah, he could be a pain in the ass,

but he sure knew clothes, huh?

Yeah, he sure was a pisspot about his clothes.

Had to be top of the line or nothing.

You know, one time his wife cut up his favorite sport coat.

You'd think he lost a family member.

Oh, he had to look better than the bad guys.

He was a good cop.

When there was trouble, he was always the first one there backing you up.

Well, that's because he knew trouble.

He understood every angle of it.

He just wasn't happy unless he was in it.

But in his heart, he was a gentle man.

He was a gentleman.

But even for a gentleman,

this is way too Ivy League for him.

I don't know how he thinks he could get away with that one.

[Russert sighs]

- The pin dot. - Mm-hmm.

- The dark blue suit? - Yeah.

- I always liked him in that. - Yeah.

Yeah, when he wore this,

he had a certain pizzazz, you know?

Of course, I don't know who's gonna see it.

Gonna be a closed casket.

We'll know, Megan.

- Let's get out of here. - Mm-hmm.

[melancholic music playing]

[thunder rumbling]

[rain pattering]

- Hey, hey. So, what do we know? - Not enough.

The recanvass of Felton's neighborhood got us nowhere.

Ditto, friends and family.

Everyone I spoke to thought that Beau had left the department.

No one knew much more than that.

Well, was he seeing anyone?

An occasional waitress or two,

but the man did nothing kinky enough to get himself killed.

I spoke to the morgue about toxicology,

and believe it or not,

Beau Felton departed this vale clean and sober.

- No drugs, no booze. - So, what's with the phone log?

Well, we might have a little something there,

because Beau's house was used as a front.

Customs was using a dialed number recorder.

Bell Atlantic trapped all incoming and outgoing calls.

It's mostly what you'd expect,

calls coming to and from Cantwell's business,

calls from payphones, nothing from Cantwell directly.

Well, what about the day he was murdered?

Well, Beau received a phone call

about a half hour before he was killed

from a payphone

that's about two blocks from Cantwell's scrapyard.

Immediately after that, Felton rings up a phone number with 14 digits.

- [Bayliss] 14 digits? - [Pembleton] Oh, a pager.

You dial a pager number, and then you punch in a callback number.

Exactly. And the last seven digits, that's Beau's home phone.

Okay, so what we're looking for is a mystery man with a pager

that set Felton up for the kill.

I have the money question.

Whose name is the pager rented under?

Well, we checked that out, too,

and this metro pager belongs to one Joseph Jones

of 3800 Ashland Avenue,

and he paid for this with cash two years in advance.

Did you go to Ashland?

There's no need. There is no 3800 block.

That's the middle of the old Armco plant.

Joe Jones of Nowheresville, USA.

Where are you guys on this?

We're not having any breaks yet,

but we've got a little something from the phone log, but nothing we can run with.

Five detectives, no leads?

We're on it, Kay.

We're covering the ground.

I am saying you made a mistake

not including me in the Felton investigation.

I made a mistake?

Crosetti dies, Lewis was included.

He made his own time to work that case.

I made his time, I covered for me and Felton!

We cleared the [indistinct] murder

when Lewis should have been closing it.

- You did. - Yes, I did, out of loyalty.

And I expect the same loyalty.

I demand the same respect.

You demand?

Oh, man, there is a double standard going on here.

Yes, there is, because you're a supervising officer.

- This is different. - Why?

- How can you not understand? - Understand?

You come barging into my office

telling me there's a double standard,

how I don't understand.

Well, you can do yourself a favor and walk out that door

before you find yourself going through it.

I should be on this case.

You give me every reason to know

that I did right by not putting you on it.

- And that's fair? - Stick a sock in it, Sergeant.

I missed some of this stuff.

I feel like I never really finished when I left,

and now I may never have the chance.

Right.

[Pembleton sighs]

Kay told me about your wife.

- Talk of the town, huh? - Well...

Well, at least it's not Paris.

If I want to see my daughter,

I need only negotiate...

30 miles of I-95.

Trust in time, Frank.

My wife is six months pregnant.

[bar music playing]

- Double or nothing. - However you like it.

[billiard balls knocking]

Oh, well, I like it that you are down to me four drinks.

Thank you very much.

Where have you been?

Hey. I've been here. Where else?

Friend of yours?

Yeah, sure.

Bruce.

I phoned your office.

They said you left an hour and a half ago.

Yeah, I finished early.

I told you that I would call and meet up with you.

- You did? - This morning.

We have a game here or what? It's your shot.

Why don't you go get yourself a drink on me?

Because I am beating the hell out of this guy.

Why don't you take a hike?

- Did I say take a hike? - [Cox] Oh, come on, Mike.

- We're just shooting some pool here. - [Kellerman] Listen to me.

I've had a bit of a day today, okay?

So I don't need anyone lousing up my night.

You want me to leave?

Do you know who I am? Huh?

You want me to make your life garbage?

How drunk are you?

What?

No, no, no, not fair. I just am on my third drink.

Come on, why don't you go to the bar

and get yourself a drink and relax a little bit?

- We've got to stop drinking. - Excuse me?

You and me, we should quit.

Mike, what is your problem?

It's the booze.

Yeah, well, it wasn't until you walked in.

What, you think you're gonna get lucky tonight?

You get her all liquored up and then what?

- [Cox laughs] - Then nothing.

[Cox] Oh.

Hey, no, no, no, no, we have not finished our game yet.

- Come back. - No, you know what?

- It's finished. - This is my game.

You do not tell me when I'm finished.

I'll see you.

Oh, hello, Mr. Whelan.

This is Frank.

Your son-in-law Frank.

Yes, it's me.

[sighs] I'm fine. You?

I just need to talk to Mary.

Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me--

Well, who the hell do you think you're talking to, huh?

I said I need to talk to Mary.

Because I'm her damn husband.

Yeah, I'd like to leave a message for Mary, please.

The message is that I want to talk to her.

Yes, today. Today.

Today!

You too.

So what's the verdict?

Well, we got no choice.

We got to start picking up Cantwell and his people.

Do that, and we lose any chance to find the leak,

what Felton was working for.

Look, we tried not to tip our hands

or work this case along the edges, we got nothing.

- Now is the time to jump in with both feet. - Yeah, all right.

If we're going to start hauling Cantwell's people into The Box,

let me have a chat with my informant first.

- Your informant? - Not mine, really.

Customs turned me on to the guy.

We used him to introduce Felton to Cantwell.

And what's your informant's name?

Dugan. Eddie Dugan.

[suspenseful music playing]

What? You know the guy?

Yeah, I know him.

He's my informant, too.

Yo, Paulie, man, why'd you bring me back downtown?

Shut up, Eddie.

[Pembleton] Hey, what are you doing down here?

Who do you think you are, talking to my father like that?

Hey, I'll catch up with you. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Who the hell does he think he is, huh?

And who are you to ask?

You drove down here in this condition?

- Oh, please. - Hold on.

I just needed to talk to you, that's all.

- I just needed to talk to you. - To me.

With you. I needed to talk with you.

- You're squeezing me! - Okay, okay, okay.

I'm sorry. Did I hurt you? Did I hurt you?

Look, I just have these moments where I...

[exhales sharply] ...I feel kind of queasy, you know?

- You want to go to the doctor? - No, no, no.

I'm not in any pain. I just--

[groans] My belly's all stretched out,

and the baby's kicking, you know?

- The baby's kicking right now? - Mm-hmm.

[Falsone] So how you been, Eddie?

I'm making it, Paulie, you know.

[Falsone] Yeah, that's good.

So, you just got back from New York, right?

Yeah, man. The Apple.

So, how's New York?

- A few cars light. - Yeah? [chuckling]

I'll tell you, Paulie, I can spot any of the '97s

from, like, two blocks off, man.

- It's like a gift. - I believe you, man.

You know, it's...

really terrific of your parents to be helping out.

[laughs] Yeah.

They're helping me to death. They're driving me nuts.

- Really? - Well, I'm in the one bedroom,

and they're in the living room on the couch,

but they're always cleaning up,

and cooking, and washing the dishes,

and taking Livvy for walks, giving her a bath.

I just-- I just feel like a refugee

in my own house, you know?

Your house is here.

Your home is in Baltimore with me,

not down in DC.

- So, who you spotting for? - A few guys, you know.

- Cantwell and who else? - Mostly Cantwell.

He does right by you, huh? Pays you good?

[pager beeping]

- Hey, man. 500 a car. - Cool!

That's a hell of a lot more than I can pay you for information, huh?

It's a big day when I can get 20 bucks out of petty cash, huh?

Yeah, well, I ain't working with you for the [indistinct].

- Do you understand? - Yeah, yeah.

- With me, it's out of love and respect, huh? - Yeah, man.

That and the fact that you're working off

two counts of Grand Theft Auto, right?

Yeah, man, that too, man.

- [both chuckling] - [door clicks open]

[dramatic music playing]

So why'd you bring me back down, man?

I told you everything I knew the other day.

You know this guy, Eddie?

I seen him around.

Yeah? You seen him around?

- Hey, man. - You seen him around?

You son of a bitch. You two-timed me.

You shut me down and you went to work for Customs

and my friend Stu Gharty here.

- Hey, I did what I was told. - Did you?

Customs told me not to speak to Paulie no more.

You told me to get your guy, Felton, with Cantwell.

- I did all that. - You moron.

You sat here the other day

and you told me you knew nothing about Felton.

You lied to me! So why should I believe you now?

- [Gharty] Okay. Okay! - You don't understand, man.

- You don't understand, man. - Hey! Okay.

Mary, I don't have a...

I don't have a single good thing in my life without you.

Without you and Livvy.

And this baby.

I'm willing to give it all up.

The job, the city, who I am, what I do, where I've been.

I'm willing to give all that up.

Start over.

Mary, please come home.

[chuckles]

Why do you think I drove up here?

If I just wanted to yell at you about my dad,

I could have called you on the phone.

That's right. [chuckles]

I needed to see you, too.

I missed you.

[chuckles] I know.

Let me ask you something, Eddie.

When was the last time you spoke to Felton?

I don't know, like, a week before he got capped, man.

A week?

You didn't talk to him that day?

No, Paulie, man.

You played me.

You played all of us.

You told Cantwell that Felton was undercover, right?

And then you brought him to Cantwell when you gave Felton up.

That's silly, man. I didn't tell nobody about nothing.

Oh, come on. Of course you did.

The guy gives you $500 a car.

- Why wouldn't you? - You got a cop killed.

You know how much time you're gonna eat behind that?

You got's it wrong, man.

Let me ask you something, Eddie.

Out of all the time I've known you,

how come you never gave me your pager number?

- My pager number? - Out of trust, you know?

- What? - The number for the beeper on your damn belt,

you stupid son of a bitch.

Oh. [laughs]

This pager ain't mine.

[Gharty chuckling]

It ain't his? [laughs]

So whose is it?

I don't know, man. I found it.

[laughing] He found it?

So you're telling me that you found the pager,

you're hanging on to it, taking some other mope's calls.

That's what you're telling me?

You guys are wrong, Paulie, man.

[all laughing]

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I got hung up. What's the story?

It's going down.

[pager beeping]

- Oh! No, no. [indistinct]. - Hey, man.

Oh, my.

[sighs] You're going to prison, Eddie.

Not a two-year bit, either. Right? Not a car charge.

For having anything to do with the killing of a cop,

you're gonna do 30.

Paulie, I've been straight up with you, man.

You've gotta know that.

- You're done, Eddie. - What are you talking about?

We just dialed the last number that Felton called

before he got aced, and guess what?

He started beeping our number.

You guys gotta believe me.

I had to give Felton up.

They were figuring out that I was a snitch.

Cantwell was gonna throw a bullet in my head.

Oh, you did yourself right, Eddie.

Who shot Felton?

Cantwell did it himself.

[Howard] What's the matter, Frank?

This is your collar.

Nah, it's your case.

You two should arrest him.

Felton would want it like that.

[rain pattering]

Okay.

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Police! Police! Police!

Damn it!

Cantwell's gone, huh?

I'll get a teletype out.

Well, with Beau, nothing was ever easy.

[Russert sighs]

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And I'm grieved but proud for the opportunity

to be here today to show Maryland's gratitude

to Officer Felton, his family, and his friends

for the ultimate sacrifice made on behalf of our citizens.

[all applauding]

Regretfully, Detective Felton's family

could not be here today to participate.

Instead, the City of Baltimore

would like to present

this acknowledgment of gratitude and service

to his shift commander.

[all applauding]

The bodies still fall.

The phone still rings.

We still fill out our daily run sheets

and argue over overtime.

The board still...

collects names...

in red and black.

But long after the cases blur...

and our...

But long after the cases blur

and fade entirely from our memory...

we still remember our own.

I'm not going to stand here and say that...

Beau Felton was perfect.

He had problems.

But we...

granted him a special standing...

and for a time...

he stood with us.

He worked Homicide.

Thank you all for coming.

[all applauding]

[inaudible]

- Nicely done, Gee. Thank you. - Can you believe it?

The Deputy Commissioner didn't even bother showing up?

- Lovely. - Oh, it gets worse than that.

Harris wants to see you in his office.

- Alone. Now. - For what?

[Howard sighs]

So Cantwell has evaporated.

Yeah. We'll find him.

- Someday. - Maybe.

At least Eddie Dugan's in due time.

Megan, what are you going to do with yourself?

I don't know.

Half my life is in Paris. Half of it's here.

Hey, Gee, what does Happy Harris have to say?

Can I have everyone's attention, please?

As of today,

the department's establishing a new policy.

A rotation.

Every three months,

some detectives will be rotated

from one unit to the next.

What does that mean, Lieutenant?

That means

that three months from now...

none of us may be here.

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