01x04 - Part Four

Episode transcripts for the TV show "We Own This City". Aired: April 25, 2022 - present.
6 part mini-series based on the novel by the same name about the rise and fall of the Baltimore Police Department's g*n Trace Task Force and the corruption surrounding it.
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01x04 - Part Four

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I blew off roll call 'cause I got that
itch, man. It's hot up here.

Yo, dawg, I'm feeling this spot.

- Yeah, why's that?
- Man, I just... I can smell it.

We about to get that work.

Look at this cat right here.

See that?
That right there is a drug deal.

It's : in the morning, man.
How the f*ck do you get that?

Come on, man.

f*cking make of car.
The backpack he's wearing.

In Baltimore, it's all the PC we need.

Hey, Sean, I like these two cats
in the black Acura.

Let's jack these fools.

Let's light them up.

- Show me hands!
- Hands! Hands!

f*ck! f*ck, f*ck, f*ck!

Come on! Let's go, man! Let's go!

- - , be advised.
We're in pursuit of a black Acura

travelling at a high speed on Belle.

Headed towards Gwynn Oak.
Wanted on CDS violations.

- - - , - .
- f*ck, you wanna roll? Roll.

- The driver's wanted for CDS.
- Get on the right! Get on the right!

- Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
- Just take it slow. See me on the back?

- Stay the f*ck there!
- KGA to - - ,

- break off pursuit.
- Shut the f*ck...

- Break this off, f*ck.
- Do you copy?

Careful, bro.

I ain't gonna f*cking stop, f*ck.
I'm right on you now.

Hang on! Hang on!

Ah, come... f*ck!

Slow down.


- Show me your hands!
- Get out of the car!

- Get the f*ck out of the car!
- Hands!

- Hands!
- Hands!

- Out of the car! Hands!
- On the ground! On your belly!

Hands behind your back!

Why the f*ck did you book?

- Get up. Come on.
- Man, we didn't know you were cops.

- You didn't even show us your badge.
- Don't give me that f*cking bullshit.

You seen our misery lights.
I don't wanna hear that.

Man, I ain't seen shit!

Cross your legs.

- Damn!
- - .

- - , - .
- Yeah, I need an ambulance at the corner

of Gwynn Oak and Belle Ave.

- You're not gonna find nothing.
- Okay.

Requesting a - at Belle and Gwynn Oak
right away.

Ma'am... ma'am, are you hurt?

Ma'am... ma'am, I need you to try
to hold still, okay?

There's an ambulance on the way,
all right?

- Ma'am, I need you to try to breathe.
- Please, Allen...

- Are you hurt?
- ...wake up!

- Okay.
- No, no, no!


Told you, there's nothing in there.

I don't have that number in the system.

- Please repeat the last four.
- Car's clean!

- Bullshit!
- - - - .

You know these f*ck are dirty.
What'd you do? You toss it out the window?

- No.
- What's up?

- No.
- - - - ,

running it through the system. Standby.

- f*ck!
- Why? You got nothing?

- No, man.
- - .

- , go ahead.

They're clean, there's nothing on 'em.

- , copy?

Jenks. They're clean.
There's nothing on 'em.

I'mma call the sergeant.

- Back up.
- Back up.

Baltimore is a poster child
for the basic failure to stop lawlessness.

No justice, no peace!

I've heard your calls for
"no justice, no peace."

No justice, no peace!

Where there's smoke, there's f*re.

These officers, they're s-style

You said Jenkins was worried, why?

There's only a few situations

where we're supposed to initiate
or continue a high-speed chase.

A narcotics offense ain't one of them.

I mean, we've got helicopters up there

that could track a fleeing vehicle
without endangering innocent people.

And the old man in the Monte Carlo?

He rolled a seven, yeah.

He was pronounced d*ad at the ER
at University.

Baker , good morning...

That's quite a CDR. Make sure
you add it to inventory.

Right on.

This was fatal.

Hey, Sean.

Do me a favor and just go toss the car
one more time.

You know? In case we missed something.



It was on the floor, right under the seat.

Man, you f*cking planted that shit!

Man, y'all cruddy as hell!
Y'all petty as shit. That's what y'all is.

Get off me, man! Look, you guys know damn
well I ain't do that shit!

I ain't got nothing to do with that!

Man, you f*cking planted that shit
on me, yo!

You tryin' to frame my ass!

Hey, how you gonna do me like that
knowing I had nothing to do with it?

Everyone sees you looking at me.
It was nothing!

Detective Ward, do you have any knowledge
of the Umar Burley incident

that Wayne Jenkins was involved in
back in ?

No, sir. I wasn't with Wayne then.

Before we go any further,
my client, Mr. Ward, has something to say.

Go ahead.

I just wanna say I was wrong.

I was involved in some bad things.

I knew it was wrong at the time
and I know it now.

I'm sorry for what I did.
Not just 'cause I got caught, but...

sorry for real.

I just want y'all to know that.

Let's move on.

By the time you got together with Jenkins
in ,

he had made sergeant, correct?

Yeah, Sergeant Jenkins invited me
to a new SES squad.

I was hyped
because Jenkins was considered

one of the best guys we had
in plainclothes.

Nobody warned you about him?

The only blowback I got
was from this guy I knew

from the Western, Sean Suiter,
who... who works Homicide now.

Suiter said, learn what I could from
Jenkins, and get out of the squad.

He said Wayne was involved
in some crazy shit.

Sean said...

they protect Jenkins,

and they leave the guys who work for him
to the wolves.

- Who's "they"?
- The brass.

I should've listened,
especially when I heard

Jenkins just got off of being
in some jackpot over some case of his

that went south.


All I know, they took him off the streets
for a couple months.

And the complaint came
from the State's Attorney's Office.

But you joined the unit anyway?

I made a poor decision.

When I was making that list,

I might have forgotten a few things.

There were so many.

Pick one.

I can start with this one.

What's BT stand for?

Belvedere t*wers.

Okay, when did this happen?

Spring, .

And who was with you?

Jenkins and Taylor.

Yo, we about to get up in that car trunk.

Yeah, that's the f*cking jackpot.

Check out those two.

Come on, let's get some.

Dealers were always hangin' around the BT.

It was hot.


Let me see your hands, gentlemen.

What's going on, fellas?

Now, look, I am a federal agent.
We are conducting a wiretap.

You are not the targets
of our investigation,

but we did overhear
that there was going to be a drug deal

on this lot.
That's why we're here.

Now, we do detect the smell of marijuana.
For that reason,

we're gonna have to go ahead
and search your vehicle.

Why don't you guys do me a favor, go ahead
and take a seat on the curb for me?

- Come on, man.
- Yo, I didn't give you permission

to search my shit, yo.

- f*ck is you talking about, yo?
- Calm down.

- You can't do this.
- I don't think you listening, dumb-dumb,

- I don't need a reason.
- I don't know who the f*ck you think

- you talking to. You don't know me.
- Tell your boy to calm down.

Cross your legs. Hands behind your back.

- And quiet.
- You don't know me.

Y'all ain't got nothing better
to f*cking do, yo.

- Yo, this shit is phony as hell, yo.
- This shit is f*cked up.

You don't know what the f*ck
y'all talking about.

- What is that on your shoe?
- Quiet, yo.

- What you talking...
- Look down. Don't look up, okay? Just...

On that wall behind you
they've got a security camera.

Just in case we find something in the car
and we want to put it in our car.

Don't wanna get caught on camera, okay?

So, just pull the car up a little bit and
lose the camera. Can you do that?

- Copy.
- My man.

Go and get a donut and coffee.

You... You... You hungry right now?
I know you want that donut, yo.

You need your man's help?
Look, he's gonna come up to me real quick.

What's up fellas?

You good, my man?

Ain't got nothing better to do,
I hear you.

You know, you need to be worried about
your mother at home.

- Yo, don't worry about it, man.
- You ain't from around here, yo.

They just got you on duty, yo.

That's your little...
That's your puppet master over there.

- For sure, yeah.
- Damn straight.

Okay, gentlemen,
we're gonna cut you loose.

You give their IDs back.

You're gonna get something from us
in the mail called a target letter.

Okay? We apologize for the inconvenience.

We hope you guys have a good night.
You guys stay safe.

- Think they got us, yo?
- Hell yeah.

All the green.

See you around.

Hell yeah,
them thieving bitches got it all.

I f*cking hate them, yo. Bullshit.

Where the f*ck are we going, yo?

Let's go.

Well, I just gotta check to see
if there's a GPS tracker in here.

I think we're good.

That's five stacks for you.

Five for you. Good shit, gentlemen.

What about the rest?

Come on, man.

Come on, Sarge.

Gonna buy a crash bar.

- A crash bar?
- Crash bar?

For the front of my new departmental.

- Aw, hell no.
- For what? For that piece of shit?

Hey, don't do that, don't talk shit
about my ride, all right?

Hey, listen to me, listen to me.
You be smart. You understand?

No f*cking banks, all right?
Don't pay off f*cking credit card bills.

No shit like that.
You just go a little bit at a time.

- Let it trickle out. You understand?
- Got it.

- Yeah, you good?
- We got you.

Shut the trunk.
Let's get the f*ck outta here.

I think we need to go look at some women.
How 'bout we h*t up that Millstream?

- That farm to table strip joint?
- That's the one.

Hey, Maurice?
Man, what the f*ck you doing?

While we still got teeth in our heads!

But I put my share of that money back.

Why? Why would you do that?

My wife is a BPD officer and she clean,
all right?

But, also, I was scared.

We took a whole lot of money
and pounds of weed.

I... I didn't know who we just jacked up,
it could've been DEA,

it could've been informants,
I didn't know.

Look, I know y'all don't believe me,
but I put that money back.

You can put me on the box under oath,
you'll see.

Let me see if I understand this.
You were uncomfortable with taking money,

or you were uncomfortable
with taking that amount of money?

That amount.

When I was in district plainclothes,
you know, we'd jack up corners

and skim a little bit off the dealers.

You know, tax 'em a little bit.
But, man, this was another level.

It was... It was too much.

So why take it in the first place?

Jenkins was my sergeant.

He told us what to do and we did it.

Nobody bucked him.
We just did what he said.

You gotta understand,
he'd been working plainclothes

for like ten years at this point.

And he was a damn legend for all the dr*gs
and g*n he could put on the table.

He owned them streets.

There's a little more about that night.

If you wanna hear it.

Ain't you done, girl?
You smell good for a white girl.

That's my f*ck' shit.

- Holy f*ck' shit.
- Oh, my Lord.

- You're on f*re, baby.
- That's f*re!

I don't believe it...
She's f*cking gorgeous.

Holy shit!

Okay. Okay, girl. g*dd*mn!

Hey, this is the greatest
f*ck' place on earth.

This is... f*ck' look at her!
Hey, hey, hey, listen, listen.

Do me a favor sweetheart, go talk to her.

Get her ass off this stage,

tell her to come meet me
in a VIP, all right?

Yeah, yeah, I got you, boo.

Shit. You know I'm gonna come correct.

f*cking stick your f*cking hand
out like that. Go get her. Boom.

- f*ck you, man.
- Just go f*cking get her.

- Oh, she's twerkin'.
- Let me tell you something,

I'mma f*ck her.

I swear to God. Mother...
Yes, I am. Watch me, I swe...

Deadass, I'mma f*ck her. Watch me!

- Calm your ass down.
- I... I swear to God, on my own life,

- I'm gonna f*ck her.
- Jenkins, f*ck' how?

What do you mean, how?
I'mma f*cking handle my business, baby.

What y'all gon' f*cking do?

- You don't think I will?
- Hell, no!

This liquor got you horny.

- That's the problem.
- Here she comes.

What's up, you gorgeous thing?

g*dd*mn, it's an honor to meet you,
sweet thing.

- What's goin' on?
- I got you. You're mine.

You's a nasty f*ck.

- You see how I roll.
- He's deadass.

Hey, put it up there. Yes, sir. My man.

Seventy-five percent
of that body weight is ass.

- He's doing his thing, man.
- He goin' too hard.

How was your steak, man?
Mine was f*ck' slappin'!

- Thank you. Thank you.
- Variety in everything

is the spice of life.

Bro, that's some sick shit, bro.

Let your man live.

- What the f*ck he about to do with that?
- Jenkins is crazy, man, but let him live.

- Bro, that's... Bro.
- Why is that sick?

You was just saying how she was twerking.

Hey, yo. Yo, we gotta bounce.

- That was quick.
- Shut the f*ck up, man.

When I say we gotta bounce,
we gotta bounce.

Yo man, them steaks good?
I'll take this f*ck.

Lemme take the f*cking beer too,
let's go.

What's going on? Watch the f*ck out.

Come on man,
let's get the f*ck outta here. Let's go

- Come on, we gotta go.
- Come on, come on.

Yo, what the...
Jenkins, what the f*ck did you...

- Hot damn, man!
- Get in the f*cking car already.

Let's go!

Wayne, man.
We wasn't even in there an hour!

Hey, look, man. All right, look, look.

That little f*cking mini-me f*ck

was on top of me for, like, five seconds.
I couldn't fit inside of her.

So I knew that shit wasn't gonna happen,
so I just dumped her right on the ground

- and I...
- She put it on you, didn't she?

- Nah, man.
- She put it on you, didn't she?

- I'll tell you what she didn't do...
- She put all that ass on him.

Yeah, I'll tell you what happened

Hey, I grabbed her f*ck' money

and I bailed the f*ck out.
That's what happened.

- You kidding me?
- Check this shit out.

Yeah, you f*ck' heard me.

Hey, look. It's like twice as much
as I f*cking gave her.

Hee-haw, f*ck.

- You robbed the midget stripper?
- Come on, don't put it like that, man.

- That's not cool.
- Come on.

That's not cool, Sarge.

A midget?

Dwarf is the preferred term.

Pardon my language,
but that was one f*cked-up night.

Detective Ward, besides Suiter,

you must've known about Wayne Jenkins

even before you joined the SES,

his... his reputation
had to have preceded him.

Yeah, but mostly because of
his arrest numbers.

I think I first met him

before I joined the squad,
around the time he got his stripes,

right before he got shipped off
to Northeast patrol.

Ain't you something.
Shit, I can't afford this nice-ass car.

How do you afford a car like this, sir?

- I work.
- Shit, man.

You got... You must have a nice job.

- That's a fancy ass town.
- Come on, Hersl. Hurry it up.

Look at this f*ck?

- Aye!
- Isn't this a beautiful day for justice?

- You know what I'm sayin'?
- Look at this pretty b*tch

- in his dark blue ensemble.
- Oh, no.

Three stripes for each arm,
each sleeve, man.

You know, I heard it
and I did not f*ck' believe it.

You better get used to it, f*ck.

I guess they'll make anybody
a sergeant nowadays.

God, it's a beautiful day
in America, innit?

- Sup, big boy?
- Hey! Where you headed, baby?

- I'm goin' up to the barn. Tell you what?
- All right, congrats, Wayne.

Y'all come through, man, I appreciate you.

So you're just goin' around showing
everybody your pretty new stripes?

I gotta do what I gotta do.
Hey, youngster, you wanna come?

Hey, you ever seen the Roger Rabbit?

Oh, give it to him!

- Spin off with it.
- This some bullshit, man.

Hey, look, when you guys get done
with this bullshit, come on up.

I bought a case of beer in my own honor.

Oh, all right.

Happy Wayne Jenkins Day, f*ck!

Looks and sounds like an assh*le.

- Okay.
- Champ is here.

What you think, LT?
See, this is about the best decision

- this department ever made.
- f*ck finally made it.

Tells me how f*cked up the department is
that they gave you stripes.

All right, so where are they sending ya?

The northeast. Thank you, Charlie.

I can't believe you drink that piss.

What, did you confiscate it off
a -year-old girl?

Ah, man... Hey, hey, look, man,
that's my super juice.

so they probably just got you out there

suppressing them kids on dirt bikes, now?

Hey, man, I'mma make that money
wherever I'm at.

Hey, happy Wayne Jenkins Day, everybody.

Oh, f*ck you.

Describe your experience, please,
and tell us your juror number.

Four-eighty-six, sir.

Your Honor, I was beaten by police
as I was put in a jail van.

And what were you being jailed for?

I attended a BLM rally.

Was there v*olence at that rally?

As I said, I was beaten.

Were you combative, sir?

I'm a pacifist, Your Honor.

Were the charges against you upheld?

No, they were dropped eventually.

From that experience, you feel
you could not credit the testimony

of the police officers in this case?

From that experience,

I wouldn't believe a Baltimore officer
who'd testify that his mother loved him.

- Is it soup yet?
- Hardly.

- You are dismissed, sir.
- We won't have a full jury and panel

until tomorrow at best.

- Thank you for your service.
- What's taking so long?

Well, what do you think?

Now, what about juror number ?

Stand up, sir.

Will you describe your experience
for the court, please?

Your Honor, I was arrested
by Baltimore police.

They picked me up for loitering
and disorderly.

Were you loitering, sir?

All I was doing was coming
from my sister's house.

Police said I was there buying dr*gs,
I wasn't buying dr*gs.

She just had a baby
and I was just bringing her

some baby stuff, Your Honor.

Because of that experience, you are sure
you could not be an impartial judge

of the evidence in this case?

Is the evidence coming from
Baltimore police?

'Cause if that's the case,

I know they ain't gonna
have no problem lying.

Sir, can I ask, was this
your only experience

with a Baltimore police officer

falsifying evidence against you
or someone in your family?

Aside from when I was locked up,
they also b*at on my son.

Then said he swung on them first.
That was a lie, too.

- Was your son charged in that incident?
- For a New York minute.

Once he got down to Eagle Street,
they dropped the charges quick,

but he still got stitches
in his head though.

And they wrote the thing in such a way

that when we tried to complain
to the police department,

they said, "No. He swung first
and needed to get h*t."

The court will strike juror number .

You are dismissed, sir.

Please report back
to the juror assembly room,

and thank you for your service today.

Are there any other jurors
who have had prior experiences

that would cause them to disregard
the testimony of the police officers?

Stand up, sir.

Describe your experience, please,
and tell us your juror number.

, here.

How's yours?

Let's put it this way.

Chi-town's got Maryland
b*at on the crab cake front.

Please, tell me something real.

How's this? I've been doin' a deeper dive
on that list of officers and detectives

that the circuit court trial teams
wouldn't put on the stand.

There was a formal list at one point,
sent as a complaint

to the police department
but now it's just something

that gets passed around
by trial prosecutors.

But get this,

the list comes with specifics.

Known histories of false statements
or perjury in open court.

Sworn officers? Known perjuries?

But here's the amazing thing,

they're all supposedly
still on the street, doing what they do.

Their arrests just never come to court.

Not if the P.C. or evidence

- requires their testimony.
- Wow.

What, nobody ordered for me?

All right, we're gonna leave you
to your lunch.

Come on, Ahmed.

I wanna see a man
answer a simple question,

and I want you to watch him try.

f*ck clocked the rearview
for two seconds too long.

Then I seen that shoulder dip.

I'm telling you,
there's an art to this shit, K-Stop.

Boss man, I don't know
what you're laughin' at.

f*cking string bean-looking f*ck.

Why does your car smell like that?

What do you got?

Got a little nine under the driver's seat,

about vials of coke in the glovebox.

I can't wait to see
what's in this f*ck's trunk.

Give me one second.

Shit. Give me a sec.

What's goin' on, baby?

We're at practice and he's saying
he doesn't want to play.

He's your son. Talk to him.

- All right, I'm on my way. Yeah.
- Okay.

K-stop. I gotta go, man.

You weren't gonna pop the trunk?

Ah, you heard what I said.
This lockup's yours, bud.

- What's the matter?
- It's my kid.

You go on and take the collar.

Copy that, Sarge.

- What's goin' on, double trouble?
- Oh, man!

- How you doin', hon?
- Hey, Wayne.

Shit, man. Look at that uniform.
What are you, Officer Friendly?

- Look at that shit, man.
- Hey, man, don't get used to it.

I just got that transfer down to SES.

- Already?
- Yes, sir. Ten months.

Rotated out of plainclothes.

I'm setting a record up in this b*tch.

Most of these humps, they do a year,
maybe two in patrol

when they make sergeant, but hey,

not Wayne Jenkins.

Don't forget, takin' tomorrow off.

We're gonna go to casino,
we gonna have some fun, man.

We're gonna eat some better shit
than this right here, I'll tell you that.

Listen, D,
I can't roll with you on that, man.

- The f*ck?
- Yeah, my oldest, he...

he's got Peewee football try-outs,
and he's... he's all spinned out.

He thinks he's not good enough,
might not do the league this year.

- What?
- Yeah, I don't know, some kid,

he rung his bell the other day, and...

I don't know, it got him all shook.
I mean, I went right home to be with him.

I mean, I'm in the middle of a g*n arrest
over on Sinclair Lane,

Kristy calls me, she says he's spiraling,
you know, he needs me.

So I... Yeah, I just...
I left my squad right there,

I just hightailed it home to him, and...

Look, man, he's got a practice on Saturday
and I gotta go with him,

that's what I'm doin'.

- Well, you're just a good dad, then.
- Yes, I am.

All right, well, great!


Donny, let me run something by you.

I don't know, I was just...

you know...

thinking about that thing
we were talkin' about.

You know, if you wanna talk about it,
I'm just sayin'.

You know, we could. For real.

I ain't bullshitting you, Donny. I'm...

I'm the best f*ck' cop
in this department, man.

Straight up, man, these f*ck,
they cannot touch me.

But I gotta listen to their bullshit.

Them ragging on me 'cause I ain't got
their kinda f*ck' cash.

I mean, f*ck that, man. f*ck that.


I could offload it for a number upfront.

What, man. Like, what you thinkin'?

Well, you know,
I'm mostly into coke, so ?

If that's steady, is good.

- Yeah, steady's good.
- Yeah.

And what about if, you know,
if I can get my hands on some other shit?

Oh, I'd have to pass that along
right now.

But you know, if this works out,

there's gonna be plenty upfront,
all right?

- Shit, man, that's cool too.
- Okay.

This a good time
to introduce the other twin tower,

Derek Hines,
he's joined the prosecution team.

- Nice to meet you all.
- Erika, if you would.

Well, we're getting good stuff
on the wiretaps.

And it's becoming increasingly clear
there's a real problem

in the department's g*n-trace task force.

Gondo, Rayam, maybe others.

Supervision there is in flux
with their last commander,

Sergeant Thomas Allers,
having signed on to the DEA task force.

Who's got that unit now?

Wayne Jenkins is taking over,
he's coming over from SES.

He's got a reputation as a hard charger.

I actually crossed paths with him
about three years ago

when I was on the safe streets team.

Somewhat of a cowboy,
but I don't think he's corrupt.

Erika thought we might advise Jenkins
that he's walking into a buzzsaw

with Gondo and Rayam.

Something wrong, Scott?

No, I... I don't know Jenkins personally,
but his name has come up a few times.

Especially on a jailhouse call
that I listened to about three years ago

between our two narcotics targets,

Shropshire and Glen Wells.

Not without them coming out
and saying it point blank...

it felt like they knew he was dirty.

We have a transcript of this call?

Yeah, it's in our files,
and I'll... I'll get it to you.

Why don't we let it run?

Revisit this in couple weeks.

Makes sense to me.

Thank you.

Why are these cops still on the street?

If they can't even testify
in a Baltimore courtroom

for having perjured themselves already?

Between you and me,

the history of this thing
is tangled up in all the infighting

between the State's Attorney's office
and the department.

It goes back to Pat Jessamy
and Fred Bealefeld

being angry as hell at each other

and not listening to anything that either
one had to say.


When Fred was commissioner,

he was furious at Jessamy

for dropping cases
and refusing prosecutions

and Jessamy was critical

of the quality of the case work.
They stopped talking.

And so, any list of officers
who was unwelcome to testify

in circuit court

was seen as just another sh*t fired
in that ongoing argument.

So, these cops caught lying
remained on the street?

They did, and here I am.

- He's honest at least.
- To a point.

He told us what happened
when Bealefeld was commissioner.

But that list was still around
when Batts was commissioner

and it's still around now.

And whether or not the state's attorney
charges a criminal case,

what's to stop this department from,
right now,

researching all the false statements

and f*ring every cop caught in a lie?

That's a good point.

- How the f*ck did you run him over?
- f*ck!

Hey, don't f*cking freeze up on me.

Cut that engine and go look at that lawn.

Go find a g*n.

Hey, you trying to win
an Academy Award out here, huh?

- Over here?
- You find anything?


- How far can he f*cking toss it?
- The f*ck you run for, dawg?

Let me get you an ambulance. - .

- - , - .
- Yeah, I need an ambulance

at the corner of Anntana and Belair Road.
I got a number one male h*t by my vehicle.

Also send A.I.U.

- Sending a - .
- f*ck.

- Copy, ambo on the way.
- You find that g*n?

I'm not seeing it. There's no f*cking g*n.

Oh, quit being a hump
and keep f*ck' looking.

Son of a b*tch.

Keith, what's going on, man?
Hey, look, I need your help. I got...

- I'm in a little bit of jam, all right?
- I'm eating.

Hey, f*ck your food, okay. I need a piece.

No, I need it, all right.
I'm... I'm on Anntana Road, off Belair.

Just hurry up.
The f*cking shift commander just posted.

- Copy, on my way.
- Yeah. Thank you. Yeah.

- The f*ck you do?
- Yo, dawg. I'm chasing this f*ck.

He runs across the street,
he stops, he points a g*n right at me.

I had to h*t him with the car.

Where's the g*n?
It's around here somewhere, man.

He f*cking pointed right at me.

Let's find this g*n. All right.

Fan out, canvass the area,
look for surveillance cameras.

Casey, escort the ambo.

Hey, hey, you check that yard?

Nothing over here.

Yo, how about those bushes?

Got to recanvass that side.

I got that, let me take a look.

What exactly did you witness?

I was responding to a - on my radio.

I was the S.I.C. for the shift but...

I got there after the event.

Jenks had already run that boy over.

f*ck, Wayne, Jesus f*cking Christ.

It's under the truck up there, all right?
Just be cool.

Uniform's gonna find it, all right?

- Appreciate it.
- You're all right.

Found evidence.
You might wanna get back up here.

- What kinda evidence do you have?
- A firearm.


- Hey, you got a g*n, brother?
- Just under the rear of the truck.

All right. All right, hey, hey,
everybody stay the f*ck back, all right?

Let's just...
We're gonna wait for the crime lab.

- Copy that.
- Yeah. Good shit.

Keith, man, you saved my ass.

Well, I was in the middle
of my g*dd*mn Peruvian chicken dinner,

f*ck, down at the Inner Harbor.

Yeah, well you know I owe you.

You f*ck' A right.

Now that... Now that's a good one.

Shit is off the hook.

You know how many jurors we requested

at the Judge's court today?

A hundred-eighty.

And at the end of the day,
we had seven souls empaneled.

The rest I had to strike
or wait for the Judge to do it.

- Defense strikes?
- Just a few.

Retired cops, sheriff's deputies,

and one angry mother
whose kid was k*lled in a street robbery.

Hey, you got seven actual Baltimoreans
who are willing to believe police.

Well, this is what it's come to, Sean.

I mean, you guys have locked up
and b*at on so many people

we can't get in a box
who are willing to trust what a cop says.

Yeah, see you later.


Following up any complaints that came in
on Wayne Jenkins,

and I think I might've stumbled into
a little bit of ugly.

- What do you have?
- Video...

- of a car stop Jenkins did two years ago.
- And?

He searches the car, comes up dry.

He then talks to the defendant
for close to minutes,

both on a lot and in his undercover car.

Then the tape ran out.

But subsequently, the defendant is charged

with possession of seven ounces of cocaine
found in his vehicle.

Upon seeing the tape,
which outright contradicted

Jenkins's signed arrest statement,

the prosecutor dropped charges...

and notified the department's
Internal Affairs Division.

Let's take a look.

But it's not on the tape.

Wayne, they're accusing you of lying about
finding cocaine in the defendant's car

and the seizure's not on the tape.

I must've found the dr*gs
after the camera went off.

Camera goes on, it goes off,
that's what they do.

- Wayne
- I'll call the prosecutor.

I'll explain everything,
I'll make it right.

Well, it wasn't long before the prosecutor
got this text message from Jenkins.

It spooked her.

Jenkins complains
that she's slandering his good name

by calling him a dirty cop.

Then he ends with the following,

"This is not a promise,

nor is it a thr*at to you
in any way, shape, or form,

this is just hurting me and my

And how did the department

deal with the accusation that Jenkins lied

and then allegedly planted dr*gs?

Internal Affairs recommended
that Jenkins be demoted, transferred,

and suspended for days.

Was he?

Detective Ward, early in ,

Sergeant Jenkins was nearly suspended
for falsifying arrest reports.

That punishment was reduced
to verbal counseling,

and then they put him
right back on the street.

Wasn't no way they was gonna throw
a shadow on a hero.

I don't follow.

You wanna know what happened
to that disciplinary case?

Freddie Gray happened.

What's going on, Major?

Where is it bad? Where is it worst?


Is that f*cking Danny?

Well, look at that shit, man.
Hersl is on TV.

Look at this simple f*ck.

Okay. Danny Hersl takes no man's shit.

I'm gonna tell you right now,
it ain't gonna be like that b*tch-ass shit

we seen in Ferguson.

- Not in Baltimore.
- Signal . Signal .

Any available units respond
to the entrance at Druid Hill Park

to assist injured officers.

- Signal . Signal .
- We got f*cking officers down.

f*ck. f*ck this shit.

Hey, let's f*cking go.

I'm f*cking going,
anybody wanna roll with me?

- I'll go with you, Jenkins.
- Okay, Ms. Ellis.

- Let's do it.
- Okay, let's get some then.

Geez, f*cking g*n belt's too short.

I haven't worn this shit
since Ripken was playing.

Sarge, you're gonna have to put me
on report,

I can't get into these things.

Come on, all you shit-talkers,

show us what you got out there.

I am too out of shape for this.

f*ck Freddie Gray. And f*ck the rioters.

What we got? We got shit.

f*ck me.

Could you slow down just a little bit?

What the hell is wrong with you?

Could you slow down?

Come on, Ms. Ellis,
you know I keep it sexy.

- Driving like a bat out of hell.
- Hey, Nicky, you good?

Hey, what are you humps doin'?

You guys wanna go get into something
and help these cats out? Let's go!

Hey, my man, we gonna need that van, okay?

Here's the deal. They're gonna hurt us,
we gonna hurt them worse.

You understand?
That's how it's gon' work today.

- Get out!
- Let's go! Let's get into this fight now.

Let's go, load up!
Let's go. Load the f*ck up.

Hold on! Jesus!
Could you wait till I close the door?

f*ck the police!

f*ck the police!

- f*ck the police!
- f*ck the police!

Let's get these injured officers
into the van.

Hey, you good?

- Hey, look. I got you, I got you.
- You're going home. You're going home.

- Head's up.
- Let's load these up, all right?

Hey, keys in the ignition,

we're getting them to the staging area
by the zoo.

Open those doors, get them shields out.

No peace! No justice, no peace!

No justice, no peace!

Let's go! Grab your signs, let's go.

No justice, no peace!
No justice, no peace!

No justice, no peace!
No justice, no peace!

Make some space.

No justice, no peace!
No justice, no peace!

They're just pissed.

Every single one of us
is going home tonight.

You understand? We're going home,
we hold this f*ck' line.

Don't you f*cking do it.
Don't you f*cking do it.

Don't you f*cking do it.

- Go on, man. Go ahead and throw it.
- Watch what happens.

f*ck. Come on.

Hold the line! Hold the line!

We'll f*cking show you.


Stand the f*ck back, man. I see you.

Hold this line.
Stop f*ck' throwing shit.

That's right. I'm right here.
I'm right here.

Come on, then. Come on then.

- I can't breathe...
- Do something else!

You're going to f*ck' jail, man.
You understand me?

You're going to f*ck' jail, man.

I can't breathe. I can't breathe.
I can't breathe. I can't breathe.

I can't breathe. I can't breathe.
I can't breathe. I can't breathe.

The CVS here at North and Penn
was the first to be looted.

Again, this is the scene in Baltimore city
where officers in riot gear

are still arriving.

Trying to contain the crowd...

Commissioner Batts, welcome back.

Deputy Davis, I was on my way
to the airport when the mayor called.

...Followed a smaller group
for a few blocks

and saw several windows smashed.

Thankfully it appears there isn't
a police officer inside...


...but if there was...

Hey, major. Are we gonna do anything
about that car?

Sean, f*ck that car.

At this point,
it's better to let them blow off steam.

This is f*cking bullshit.
The f*ck are we doing here,

- watching this shit?
- f*ck y'all.

Got chicken. What's going on, Freddy?

You holding all right?
What's going on, y'all? Let's eat!

The man here just plopped down
to feed your faces.

Go on, pass them round.

Don't leave no boxes or crumbs in the car.

Make sure somebody else gets some,
I know you like that dark meat, girl.

Come on, pass that out, y'all.

Hey, make sure you guys
stay hydrated, all right?

Everybody get some water, yeah.
Suck it down.

A few hours ago,
Mayor Stephanie Rawlings-Blake's curfew

went into effect across the city.

But the fires still burn.

For West Baltimore activist Danisha,
the curfew is not bringing peace

- nor quiet.
- You can hear the helicopter...

- You want backup, Sarge?
- Nah, I'm good.

f*cking city has going batshit crazy.
Been chasing alarms all night.

Got a - , B and E in progress
at Maryland and Lanvale.

I'mma stay here till this place
gets boarded up. Go and get that.

And stay safe.


Anyone else in there?

Just us.

Hey, drop that shit
and get the f*ck goin'.

We will fight for Freddie Gray.

All night, all day,
we will fight for Freddie Gray.

No justice, no peace.
No justice, no peace.

All night, all day...

What's goin' on, man?

The f*ck's this?

f*cking animals were looting a Rite Aid.


We got the entire
f*ck' pharmacy there, man.

Tell you what, I don't even know
what half that shit is, man.

It's f*ck' oxy, man.
It's worth bucks a pop.

Well, shit, good. What you want me to say?
f*cking good for us. God damn.

But what the f*ck
am I gonna do with all this?

You'll figure it out. Let's get breakfast.

Lieutenant Rice, Officer Miller,
and Officer Nero

illegally arrested Mr. Gray.

While each of these officers
are presumed innocent until proven guilty,

- we have brought the following charges...
- You believe this f*ck' horseshit?

...Officer Goodson is being charged
with second-degree depraved-heart m*rder.

- Damn. m*rder.
- What? m*rder? That's extreme.

- Are you f*cking kiddin' me?
- ...second-degree negligent as*ault.

Bro, f*cking m*rder?
What the f*ck is that?

- No f*cking way, yo. No f*cking way.
- You phony f*cking b*tch.

- You phony f*cking b*tch. Bullshit.
- It's crazy.

She's out here dishin' out f*cking charges

to these police officers
for doin' their job!

- That's all they doin'.
- That's all they did!

- They did their f*ck' job.
- The f*ck else we gonna do?

What the f*ck is
"second degree depraved-heart m*rder?"

Hey, why not charge him with f*ck'
mopery if you're makin' bullshit up?

I mean, she loadin' up on the charges.

Even if you pin negligence,
on the f*ck' wagon there,

how the f*ck do you come out
with second degree m*rder?

- f*ck' m*rder.
- It's crazy.

- It makes no f*ck' sense.
- And them guys they charged

for makin' the arrest? He ran.

- And they got him with a Kn*fe.
- That's what the f*ck I'm sayin'.

- That's it
- And now this little f*ck' animal,

they're gonna make him out
to be a f*ck' hero, watch.

That's what they're gonna do,
you hear these people

cheering for this bullshit?
Nobody has a f*ck' idea.

Can you imagine our guys right now?
Seein' these charges?

You know it's gonna f*ck 'em up.

Them f*ck
ain't gonna wanna work.

I tell you what? f*ck it,
I'm goin' out with city-wide email.

I'm doin' it tonight.

I'm goin' to every f*ck' member
of this department.

I don't care if you're retired or active.

You f*ck' donate.
You're pitchin' the f*ck in.

You don't be selfish.

You don't be judgmental.
You pitch the f*ck in.

We're goin' to have an answer
for this bullshit.

You wanna help
your brothers and sisters in blue?

You do it f*ck' now.
We f*ck' answer to this.


Like I said,
there's more than one Wayne Jenkins.

- So, what's next?
- According to Mr. Ward's list

the robbery on Heathfield Road.

Go ahead.

So, it was Sergeant Jenkins,

Taylor, Hendrix, and me,

and Sergeant Jenkins is drivin'
the wrong way down Jonquil Avenue

when he spots this guy, Brown,
getting into a mini-van.

Now, Jenkins had this thing
about anybody over, like, ,

carrying a bookbag.

He figured they were concealin' dr*gs
or w*apon.

Now, this one started off
like our usual takedowns, but...

man, then it just went of the chain.

- Shit, what the f*ck, man?
- Hands!

- Put your hands of the f*ck' wheel.
- Put your hands on the steering wheel.

Put your hands
on the f*ck' steering wheel.

- It's all right. I'm sorry, dude.
- Why you come in so f*ck' hot, man?

I wouldn't worry about all that.

You got something on you, player?

- Half a key of coke.
- Oh, look. You a baller, huh?

How much money was recovered?

But we only submitted thou.

I think Sergeant Jenkins took ,
off the top.

Then what happened?

Then Sergeant Jenkins
told the two suspects

he was a federal agent,
just like he did at the BT.

And he told us

Stevenson probably had
a lot more cash and coke.

so he had dispatch run Stevenson
through the watch center,

and they came up with an address
for the man's house up on Heathfield.

So we tossed the house.

Down in the basement,

Jenkins hits the jackpot.

Down here!

My man. When was the last time you seen
one of those, huh?

Oh, man.

- What you got?
- Hey, come look out for yourself.

You just know there's money up
in that b*tch.

Hella money.

All right, Mo, you stay here.
You two, with me.

- Where you goin'?
- We're gonna go get a warrant.


Ain't this some shit.

So they left me to guard the house

and they're taking a while,
I'm startin' to get nervous.

And I hear females come into the house.

It was Stevenson's wife and her sister.

And I advised them
as to what was going on,

but the wife started actin' a fool.

So I called Jenkins

and he says he'll send Taylor back
and I was to call a marked unit.

The uniform arrives, the females,
they settle down in the livin' room.

So, this must've gone on for hours.

Yeah, it was like a couple hours

before Hendrix and Jenkins
finally showed up.

And that's when they brought
the prybar and the ram.

That shit popped.
Let's go, let's get it.

Oh, f*ck yeah.

Holy shit.

f*ck I tell ya? I told you Reese
was a big dog, right?

The f*ck I say?

How much he say
was supposed to be in there?

Hundred. Hundred thousand.

That's a lot f*ck' more
than a hundred thou.

Bet your ass, all right, let's go.
Let's get it out and count it.

All right, let's go. Get it all out.

Get it all out on the floor right there.

I'd say there's about Gs

in each one of those stacks,
that seem right?

- Same here.
- Okay, here's what we're gonna do.

You count out ten of those piles,

, dollars, that goes in the safe.
All right? We're gonna shut that shit up.

Everything else goes in the duffle bag.

Okay? Right in that f*ck' duffle bag.

Let's make it happen, let's go.

Come on.

Duffle bag, by the car.

Got ten right here.

All right, let me tell you...
tell you what we gonna do, okay?

In case Stevenson makes
a little b*tch-ass complaint,

we gotta cover our ass, all right?
You take out your camera phone.

We gonna video this whole f*ck' thing.

We gotta make a movie. You understand?

You gonna pry that b*tch open again.

Do it the same f*ck' way.
You're gonna h*t that b*tch

and you're gonna pry it. All right?
When it opens, you say,

"Oh my God. Holy shit," all that.

Believe in what the f*ck you're saying,
all right?

I'm gonna be upstairs.
You guys call for me when that shit opens.

You make sure you get everything
on camera, you understand?

- Everything. See the whole f*ck' world.
- Yes, Sarge.

- You got it? All right...
- You got it.

...let's go f*ck. Listen,
make sure you start at the same time.

What's the shit that movie assholes say?
f*ck' action. Right?

Say, "action" then start.
Don't say "action" on camera.

Where is my husband?

Make sure you're on the same f*ck' page.

- Do you have a warrant?
- Bro, what the f*ck?

- Ma'am, could you please listen to him...
- Are we really about to do this?

- Y'all ready?
- Yeah, man. We got to.

All right, back up.

- Come on.
- Come on, let's go.

- You ready?
- Yeah.

I think I'm close.

We almost got it open, Sarge.

Oh, my God. Holy shit.

All right,
somebody get a flashlight on it.

- Jesus.
- Back off. Everybody stay the f*ck away

and just put a flashlight on it.

Is there more than , dollars
in there?

- Yes, sir.
- Okay. I gotta call the feds.

Any time you get a seizure
of over , dollars,

you gotta call the high-intensity drug
trafficking area agents.

Excellent work, gentlemen.

Just another seizure by the books.

Sergeant Jenkins gave Hendrix,
Taylor, and me twenty thou each,

and he kept the rest.

Did he get , ?

No, it was a lot more.

Did anyone have a problem with him
getting more than the rest of you?

No, he was Wayne Jenkins.

He was the one who could see something
goin' down on the street

and put all the pieces together.

I mean, just drivin' down Jonquil Avenue
the wrong way, smart.

And from that, we knocked off a big dog.

So what did you do with the money?

On my way home, I had time to think.

I parked my car outside my house
and I took a walk.

So you want us to believe

that you tossed away your , dollars?

Crazy, right?

If it wasn't about the money...

I wanted to get in with these guys.

You know, you don't wanna be black-balled.

You don't want them to think you a snitch.

Right? So...

And to be truthful, if I thought I could
take that money and not get caught,

I probably would've kept it.

But I didn't wanna bring that money
in my house and jeopardize my family.

Bad outweighed the good.

Shit. I'm an idiot.

Last spring, if McDougal
and Kilpatrick hadn't flagged it,

I was about to warn Jenkins
his squad was under investigation.

And I could've f*cked up this entire case.

But you didn't.

You don't even f*cking wanna know.

Then they came through with that...
Remember they came through

with all that slash day bullshit, right?

You know, push to get g*n off the street.
We gonna give you a slash day

for every g*n you get.

That didn't do shit. I mean, day off,

that don't put money in your pocket.

That don't f*ck' incentivize nobody,

So then the m*rder rate
starts to go crazy again.

Everybody's f*cking head
gets all f*cked up, right?

And they finally figured it out.
Let's turn on that overtime speed.

Look, I don't know about you guys,
but over in S.E.S.

What were we doing?

- Putting in work. Grinding.
- Straight up. Straight the f*ck up.

What are we doing this for, right?

- Money.
- That's right. That's f*ck' right.

f*ck yeah. How about you just...
Tell 'em what you did.

You know, last year, base.

Like , thou.

Tell 'em what you made on overtime.


You got me b*at.

- Oh, shit, I only made .
- 'Cause you don't do shit.

n*gga, shut your...

My base last year was
and my overtime was .

Yeah, you heard that right.

I don't know
if y'all are f*ck' math wizards,

but I'll tell you right now,
that's , .

That ain't f*ck' bad for a sergeant

- doing day work, right?
- Hell no.

And now look. They just handed me
the g*n-trace taskforce, right?

Made my ass citywide, right?

Great, and it's awesome, right?

But you gotta ask yourself
why did they do that?

See, these bosses,
they think I'm the golden boy.

They think Wayne Jenkins can do no wrong.

I mean, Mosby, she jams these guys up.

What's goin' on
in this department right now?

There's a work slowdown across
the entire f*ck' thing.

But we were out there in the S.E.S,
we were f*ck' kickin' ass right?

- f*cking right.
- We're puttin' in work, gettin' g*n.

Commissioner Davis comes up to me
and he says, "Well, how do you do it?'

"How do you keep your men motivated
in an environment like this?"

I say, "It's easy, sir."

"It's just one little word
and that word's 'overtime.'"

He said, "Cool. Shit.
Keep up the good work, son."

That's what he said.
Well, you know something?

That's exactly what the f*ck we gonna do.
We gonna keep up that good work.

So, starting tomorrow,
we gonna work eight to four,

but we ain't comin' in till two.

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Shit, I like that.

But when we do come in, we come correct.

We go proactive as a f*ck.
You understand me?

We go, and we come to f*ck' hunt.

We go get those g*n, you understand?

'Cause as long as we do that,
as long as we produce,

as long as we put those numbers up,

they don't f*cking give a shit
about what we do.

We literally can do
whatever the f*ck we want.

You understand me?

We own this city.

We own it.

- Aye, I'm with that shit. h*t me, n*gga.
- Yeah. Yeah.

- f*ck yeah.
- Dope.

Sounds like
you runnin' for something, Jenkins.

He tryna be the mayor or some shit?
I'm just sayin'.
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