[DIRTY HARTZ: THAT'S DA SOUND]
You've got to be sh1tting me.
Oh, sh*t!
[SIREN]
-[HORN] -Get out of the way!
-Driving all crazy. -Damn.
COP: I've got a foot chase on a male. Maybe 13 years, short, with braids, in the alleys eastbound from Fulton.
This kid has bailed out! Bail out!
-[SIREN STOPS] -f*ck! f*ck! f*ck!
-f*ck! -Officer, what are you doing?
-What, you need bifocals or something? -What?
-RADIO: 0-9. I'm responding. -16, 200 north.
I'm gonna need your name.
I'm very sorry, ma'am, all right?
Give me that.
Them Expeditions are hard to handle. With a Lexus I wouldn't have no problem.
You little m*therf*cker.
-You know how many cars you hit? -What?
-Don't even think of bullshitting. -I don't know what you're talking about.
[BOY GRUNTS]
You know how much f*cking paperwork I got now? Huh?
How many hours of my life you owe me, you little sh*t?
Damn, yo! That hurt!
-You think that hurts...? -No, no!
-[cr*ck] -Ah! Ah!
-[SOBBING] -You're so smart, -let's see how easy you boost a car now. -Ah!
-[cr*ck] -Ah! Ahh!
[SOBBING]
When you walk through the garden Watch your back Well I beg your pardon Walk the straight and narrow track If you walk with Jesus He'll save your soul
Gotta keep the devil down in the hole He's got fire and the fury At his command Well, you don't got to worry Hold on to Jesus' hand We'll be safe from Satan When the thunder rolls But you gotta keep the devil Down in the hole
[MAN SPEAKS OVER RADIO]
Oh yeah, mm
We'll be safe from Satan
[MAN SPEAKS OVER RADIO]
Gotta keep the devil Down in the hole Keep him in the hole In the hole Down in the hole Down in the hole Keep him in the hole Keep him in the...
Down in the hole Down in the hole Keep him in the hole Keep him in the...
Down in the hole Down in the hole
[BELL]
You imagine, Rawls sitting in this chair?
Never happen. In this town? Uh-uh.
Yeah, well, we weren't supposed to have a white mayor, either.
He already overreached putting Rawls in charge.
-De-f*cking-facto. -m*therf*cker ain't even sworn in, already he's got feelers out. He called the deputy chief in Pittsburgh, friend of mine, promised him pie in the sky.
Shee-it, partner, just show Carcetti and everybody else that they already got the man for the job.
They ain't got to look no further. The indispensable man.
It was Royce holding you back, Ervin. Now out from under, you shine.
Clay, he's saying everything goes through Bill Rawls.
-Any move I try to make... -You're still the commissioner, ain't you?
-You give an order, they jump. -But Carcetti...
He gonna fire you? He just showed you he don't have balls enough.
[CHUCKLES] You just need to give Carcetti a little something.
Make him start seeing you in a new light.
Like what?
Some police sh*t. I don't know.
Something that looks good to Carcetti, so he can say it was his idea to keep you.
Hm.
"Police sh*t"?
Well, whatever it is y'all do for a living. Look... just take care of your end and let your friends handle theirs.
[DOOR CLOSES]
-Good morning. -I just dropped my stuff in my room, and maintenance and Donnelly are checking the heat. It must be 80 degrees in there.
-90-minute classes. -Excuse me?
This time of year, we go to 90-minute classes.
Concentrated prep in math and language arts only.
I don't follow. Why the heat?
It's the only way kids will sit through 90 minutes of anything.
-Make them drowsy? -Right.
So it's about the tests.
From now until they're done, everything's about the tests.
-Damn! I ought to go somewhere warm. -MAN: Plymouth Rock!
-Where? -I saw on Animal Planet, marlin fishing.
Like, Florida, the Bahamas.
That sh*t looked sweet.
The water was like this... this color, man.
It ain't gonna be that cold this year.
-How you know? -Global warming.
So why is it so cold already?
Yo, we just getting old.
Yeah. True that.
Where the f*ck you been?
City jail for a day and a half till they recogged me.
Then my grandma got sick, so I was over there for a while.
-Po-Po hit you with a charge? -Just false statement and sh*t, for saying I wasn't who I really was.
Damn, so why they was asking about you like that?
Mm-mm.
-They try talking to you? -Yeah, about some m*rder.
-Which one? -It don't matter which m*rder, because I ain't say sh*t to them b*tches.
Yeah, well, I ain't the one you need to convince.
MAN: Plymouth Rock! Plymouth Rock!
-Why I got to convince him? -I'm saying, yo.
Po-Po come asking about you, you out of pocket for a few days. [CHUCKLES]
Yeah. He'll definitely hear about it.
I ain't say nothing to nobody. That's why they dumped my ass in Central Booking, because I ain't say a f*cking word to none of 'em.
Yeah, so go tell him that sh*t.
sh*t, man, if it were me, I'd go to him first.
Yeah, jump out in front of that.
If they come looking for you, it looks like you got something to hide.
Definitely.
MAN: Ghetto bird special. Two for one.
What you want?
Menu, yo. Give him a menu.
-What's good? -f*ck if I know.
You ain't supposed to cuss at the customer, m*therf*cker.
-Darnell. -All right.
Let me get... pizza.
Pizza. Anything to drink?
Grape soda.
-[GROANING] -Quiet, please.
-Is that it? -Yeah.
Thank you. Say thank you.
Yeah. Thank you.
Menu?
Don't he got to say "thank you," too?
-Darnell. -Why? He's supposed to give it back.
TEACHER: When you are polite to people, they treat you better. Have a seat, please.
Now you be the waiter, and Albert, you be the customer.
What you want to eat?
ALBERT: Some crab cakes and a Coke. Hurry that sh*t up, too.
Been on the phone nonstop with Fourth Avenue.
They insist every class teaches to the test.
-Oh, God. -I thought we were the exception.
That's the point of the project.
-They know that. -No exceptions.
90-minute blocks of math or language arts only.
They can't do 30 minutes without climbing the walls.
Isn't there somebody we can talk with, face to face?
Actually, the area superintendent wants to see the two of you tomorrow, nine o'clock in the conference room.
Let's not panic... yet.
¿Qué es esto?
-Business as usual. -Mario.
-You no know him when we robbed the g*ng? -We ain't never been introduced.
Boy's merely a name to me.
If you knew it was Mario, you'd still go through with it, no?
I wish I'd have known. I'd have enjoyed it that much more.
Bubs. It's Herc.
You hungry?
Yo, what you done was f*cked up, man.
-I felt bad when I heard. -Not only were you late, you just rolled right past. Ain't you see me getting b*at?
-We rolled by? -I seen you with the blue light on, man.
Whatever. Look, we had a communication problem, I admit.
But I'm gonna get you a phone today. That's gonna solve it for us. You'll see.
-[SNIFFS] -Thing is, there's this camera, police department video camera, disappeared a few weeks back.
For various reasons that I can't get into, I got to get it back somehow.
Camera?
Yeah. This fella Mario probably took it. I don't know if he hocked it...
You bothering me about a camera? You supposed to have my back, remember?
-Five minutes, you told me. -I know. I owe on the deal.
It's Tyrone's, chicken wings.
Here's the thing. I want you to put it out there that there's a $500 bounty on this camera if it comes back.
-No questions asked. -500?
Swear to God. I'm good for it. If it's the right camera.
Here's the model and serial number.
500 for the camera and chicken for Bubs, huh?
Another 100 to you if this happens. But I need this camera quick or sh*t will fly.
Look, man, it's not about the money for me right now.
This m*therf*cker, he messing with my livelihood here.
They're always coming back, always.
-He's like some Terminator and sh*t. -I'm with you.
I'll do all I can to help you with your problem, and you're gonna help me out with mine.
Who the f*ck is Randy?
A little hopper from around the way.
He ain't in the game but he with Michael.
He talking to police?
I know it. He was the one I told, "Go tell Lex to go up to the alley.
"Patrice is waiting." -You were supposed to do that.
I know, but this way, try to keep some distance between me and Lex, right?
You tell this Randy what happened to Lex?
No, I swear it.
Go, m*therf*cker. The f*ck you still waiting for?
-What the f*ck y'all following me for? -Easy, son.
Naw, ain't nobody walking with me nowhere.
[WHISTLE]
-What's up with this Randy? -He can't hurt us.
-He a snitch, though. -Put that around, then.
-Slim. -Mario.
-How you feeling? -Can't complain, yo.
Getting to be that time, though. Joe wanted me to check in, you know.
All right. Pull up a chair. Let's chop it up.
-OMAR: Now, that there a Barksdale boy. -So?
Don't add up.
Interesting, though.
[WILLIAM DE VAUGHN: BE THANKFUL FOR WHAT YOU'VE GOT]
Got a burner, see? If anything else comes up, you call me.
If this guy robs you again, make sure he's holding. The more the better.
sh*t, I ain't got money for all that.
There's 40 minutes on that, and my number's in there.
I'm gonna call you today or tomorrow at the latest.
DONUT: One and one.
Damn, son. He did a number on you.
-Who was it? -Officer Walker.
Walker be evil.
-What up? -Four.
-We ought to f*ck him up. -Walker? Yo, he the police.
I'm just saying.
He said next time I steal a car, I'm finding myself dead.
-You gonna do as he say? -f*ck, no.
Soon as I get this sh*t off, I'll be running his ass all over town.
Yo, sh*t!
Told you, Namond.
Gave you fair warning, didn't I?
-I ain't done nothing. -Get the cash. Got you cold.
Hair like that, I saw you from East Baltimore.
-Get the f*ck off of me, man. -Shut up!
-Look what I found. -That ain't f*cking mine!
Hands on the car! Spread legs.
-I ain't f*cking got... -Shut up!
How you like it so far? Having fun?
Guess what? Gets better.
Give me your hands.
Watch your head.
Damn. Y'all not wasting any time, huh?
Nerese let us stage in the council suite till the inauguration.
No doubt, after your showing in the general.
-No doubt. -81 %?
82. In a city where Democrats outnumber Republicans nine to one...
Anything less would have been an embarrassment.
So... what can we do for you, Senator?
Well, uh, first of all, I wanted to clear the air.
No hard feelings over what happened during the primary...
-You gonna give the money back? -[CHUCKLES]
-Senator, it's been a very long day. -I'll cut to the chase.
I understand you have a problem at the top of the police department.
You asked Burrell to resign. He declined.
-I'm looking for a replacement. -The ministers like Burrell.
So does the council president.
We're confident that when we identify a suitable candidate, Ms. Campbell and the ministers will see the wisdom of new leadership.
Except y'all need to get a pay raise through the city council.
Pay raise would help.
I can ask Nerese about that pay raise getting passed, maybe convince some ministers they need to move on from Burrell.
The situation would have to be resolved sooner rather than later.
Do my best, partner.
And what do we do for you in return?
I'm in Annapolis.
Word I'm hearing, you may be there too, in a couple of years.
We may find ourselves working together closely.
Thanks for your time.
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]
Jesus Christ.
He's slick.
Apologizes for the short con and in the next breath, setting us up for the long.
-He and Burrell are as thick as thieves. -What is the long con?
At least we know he's running one.
Shiiiii...
[CHUCKLES]
-CARVER: Try calling again. -NAMOND: Man, I know she not gonna answer.
My moms don't answer when she go to AC.
-When she coming back? -She going to New York after.
-What's she doing in New York? -Shopping.
Going to see some show, The Color Purple.
See, now this is where my job gets good.
You reach a guardian, the juvenile master's gonna recog you on a first-time drug offense.
But now you'd better have a toothbrush on you, son, because it's gonna be baby booking tonight.
Namond, you scared?
If it was Cheltenham, I don't blame you, but baby booking's just across town.
The East Side be beefing with the West Side in there.
There's dudes be getting r*ped and sh*t.
I mean, that's what I be hearing.
It's bad in there. I don't know if it's... that bad.
Well, I hear different.
You got no other family?
I got a aunt down in PG County.
You got a number?
-Well, I ain't driving you this late... -Come on, man.
Tell you what. Two of my guys are working a double, working midnight shift tonight.
If you can plant yourself on that bench there, you can stay here for the night.
But first thing tomorrow, you raise that aunt or raise your moms, or I got to process you.
You don't move off that bench. You need the bathroom, you go now.
Otherwise... sit tight and don't give anybody any trouble, -or they'll process you right then and there. -I'm cool. Thanks.
f*cking charity ward here. I'll go tell the shift commander.
Yo, Lieutenant...
-He a 50? -No.
Probably copping it for my moms.
That's why?
Look. I told y'all, I just want him gone.
I just want him away from me and Bug.
What the f*ck did he do to you?
All right.
We'll take care of it, boss.
-Another church burglary last night. -Madison Park Methodist.
This would be what you'd call a rash.
We could use some ointment. We need to arrest these fucks.
-We getting anywhere on that? -Not yet.
-Who caught the last one? McNulty? -Working it. We should talk.
-All right. -Word from on high is to sweep corners.
-They want arrests to double. -How the f*ck how?
-The election's over. -MELLO: Quality-of-life violations.
-What are we talking about, loitering? -Disorderly, public indecency.
-This is horseshit. -Broken-windows theory.
-Worked in New York. -This ain't New York.
-But it could work here. -Never has.
-Never been done right. -Open containers, too.
-No writing tickets? -We'll do more of that too.
But the commissioner himself wants to juke arrests.
-Open container used to be sacrosanct. -In a paper bag.
They gave you that much respect. A man's beverage was his business.
-You took them to a restaurant? -Yeah. Ruth Chris.
-SUPERINTENDENT: Linen napkins. -Yeah. Silverware, more than one fork.
[CHUCKLES]
-How'd they do? -Pretty well, considering.
-Did they embarrass us? -Us?
No, we're fine with it, but...
I mean, they were intimidated, embarrassed and awkward as hell, but they made it through.
These aren't the kids that can sit still for the statewide tests, much less do well on them.
These were the kids that made it impossible for anyone to do well.
So, we're writing them off?
No, that's what we're not doing.
-You're not educating, you're socializing. -They weren't being educated before.
-Excuse me? -Hold on. What he's saying is this.
You put a textbook in front of these kids, or teach them every problem on some statewide test, it won't matter, none of it, because they're not learning for our world they're learning for theirs.
They know what they're training for and what everyone expects them to be.
I expect them to be students.
But it's not about you or us, or the tests or the system.
It's what they expect of themselves.
Every single one of them is headed back to the corners.
Their brothers and sisters, sh*t, their parents, they came through these same classrooms.
We pretended to teach, they pretended to learn.
Where'd they end up? The same damn corners.
I mean, they're not fools, these kids.
They don't know our world, but they know their own.
I mean, Jesus, they... they see right through us.
We made that clear when you approved the project.
Provisionally approved.
And then, we made it clear that we would be addressing children that required socialization before they could be properly educated.
We can't lie.
Not to them.
PA: Captain, line three.
Roll call's over.
You get a line on your mother yet?
f*cking neglect case here, I want it.
How about that aunt?
Ain't nobody else? No other responsible adult?
-Like who? -I don't know.
I'm giving you one last sh*t, cos once I go on the street you're gonna have to go to booking.
I got a teacher.
Mr. Colvin. You know him? He used to be police.
Tall? Bald?
Yeah.
Yeah, I know him.
What if you get the one snitch? The one with the cart. What's his name?
Bubbles.
Bubbles. Yeah.
You get Bubbles to say he's Fuzzy Dunlop.
Bubbles has been a registered CI for years.
Kima gave him a number back when she was in plain clothes.
Herc, you worked with him under that number on the Barksdale stuff.
-So how would you f*ck up the ID? -f*ck me, man.
Look. The only way to get out from under this is to stop f*cking lying, OK?
Grab your d*ck, walk into Marimow's office, and say, "Lieutenant, I made a mistake."
"I attributed my PC to an informant when in fact I had it off a camera."
That I got from ISD without going through the proper channels. No.
He's gonna take my stripes.
Maybe he does. But if you wait until ISD asks for that camera and he figures out the lie, he takes your f*cking balls.
Come on! Let's go!
Just around the corner.
Got you now, m*therf*cker.
In going over my paperwork, it occurs to me I may have been neglectful.
Look at all this crap!
Every day, more and more of Lester Freamon's bullshit washes up with us.
-What the f*ck are you saying? -My paperwork may have been a little sloppy, and as a result, I confused myself on some things.
No sh*t, you were sloppy.
I went back a couple weeks on your run sheets.
Nothing there references a meet with a CI 238.
-You went through my run sheets? -The best I could.
[MOBILE RINGS]
-Sir, listen... -I don't care. Turn that f*cking thing off.
I am starting to believe that this Fuzzy fella doesn't exist.
I am starting to believe that you just followed Stanfield into the train station and grabbed the first broad he brushed up against.
-That what happened? -No. No, sir.
You lie to me now, Sergeant, and I guaran-f*cking-tee you I will jam you up, ship this whole mess to IID and pass out sandwiches at your execution.
Yes, sir.
You haven't had a case yet worth talking about, not on Mario Stanfield, not on anyone.
You bring me something other than IID complaints, and I might have reason to let a few things slide.
[SNIFFS]
Mad at me?
-Come on, now. -Dukie's just mad at everybody.
Snitch bitch.
Yo, what the f*ck was that?
I don't know.
I can't believe y'all doing this sh*t.
You're degrading the quality of life in this neighborhood.
-Malt liquor. -Come on, man!
Brother, shake hands with a pilsner, maybe a nice pale ale.
Hell, what...? Man! My brew! My shoes!
-God! Man. -What's the violation?
Parking in a bus stop, expired registration.
-First-class police work. -This is the word from up on high, straight from the eighth floor downtown.
Blessed bosses juking stats for the new administration.
I know you think it's bullshit but I spend my shift where they tell me.
Baker, let me tell you a little secret.
A patrolling officer on his b*at is the one true dictatorship in America.
We can lock a guy up on a humble, lock him up for real, or we can say, f*ck it, pull under the expressway and drink ourselves to death, and our partners will cover it.
So no one, and I mean no one, tells us how to waste our shift.
Pulled the reports on those church burglaries.
-Yeah? -Yeah. There's a pattern.
Times and locations.
They're working west by northwest through Sandtown-Winchester.
The last three, here, here, and here, these ones in blue are the churches they haven't hit.
-This is from the incident reports? -That's why we do the paperwork.
-[YELLING] -Giving me a f*cking ticket, man?
Are you out of your m*therf*cking mind?
-I live here, man! -This could get out of hand.
-That's what we want, isn't it? More arrests? -Why you messin' with me, man?
[ALL YELLING, SIRENS APPROACHING]
No justice, no peace.
[HORN]
It'll only be for tonight. Mama gets back from New York tomorrow.
Your call.
The young man seems to think highly of you, boss.
He invoked your name with a measure of respect.
It wasn't but a few weeks ago I was with him being called everything but a child of God.
"Mr. Colvin, sir."
"f*ck you."
Well, at least I said, "Mr".
[SIGHS]
-So what was the charge? -Slinging.
He'd been out there a few weeks or so.
First pop, second warning from me.
Maybe you should put him on the juvenile bus.
He want so bad to be a gangster, maybe it's time he get a taste of a real lockup?
Come on, Mr. C, don't do me like that.
I made him sleep on the DEU bench last night, if that counts for anything.
Isn't there anybody else? Friend, relative, anybody?
You've always been good with the knuckleheads, boss.
[SIGHS] All right. Let me go call my wife.
Yeah. Go up in that building.
-Mm, man, that was delicious. -There's more.
No, ma'am. Saving room for the cobbler.
-A la mode? -Uh huh?
Would you like ice cream on it?
-Oh, yes, ma'am. -Nice manners.
From what you told me on the phone, Bunny, I was expecting more of an adventure.
Bunny?
Only my friends call me Bunny.
-Yeah, but why? -You don't need to know.
And if you tell anybody, I'll cut your balls off.
I'll cut them off, give 'em to Donnelly in a jar. Don't doubt me, boy.
You ain't got no kids?
Grown. They at college and past that.
You told me these kids were rough.
Thank you, sweetie. But don't be fooled.
This is his Eddie Haskell act.
Eddie Haskell? Who that?
You are, son. Trust me.
COP: Take a seat.
Against the wall with the others. Welcome wagon's coming.
-We need the key to the interview room. -Why?
-Felony burglary. -Felony?
Caught them coming out of St. Martin's on Fulton.
Charging them with the one, but we might work back on a few more.
No sh*t? Knew there was still some real criminals left in Baltimore.
Swear to God, I'm seeing citations for jaywalking.
We're locking people up for open container, for disorderly, for loitering.
Neighborhood people appreciate quality-of-life arrests.
We're locking up neighborhood people. My guys, all they see are stats.
The election's f*cking over, right? Who are we doing this for?
-Is this from Burrell or Rawls? -From the chief of patrol.
-It's rolling downhill, for sure. -Morale?
Split down the middle. The officers that love the stats are jazzed.
-The rest of you? -We don't know where to turn.
I thought a new mayor might change this sh*t, not ramp it up.
You still f*cking that bitch?
Yeah. It burning like hell, man.
When you gonna burn the bitch back? Check it.
Slim!
-B, what up? -All right.
-Poot. -It's good.
-Heard you out. -Yeah.
-Welcome home. -Thanks, dawg.
And you with Prop Joe now.
-Never would have thought. -Yeah, well, life's strange.
Yeah. Holler.
Bodie... how you and Mario?
You OK with him?
As far as I know, yeah. Why?
-What he did to your boy. -What boy are you talking?
Big boy, the one rub his hands together all the time?
Kevin? What about him?
You ain't heard? Chris and Snoop walked him down an alley.
He in a vacant now.
How you know that?
I seen them lay hands on the boy.
And now the word out on the street.
Sorry, dawg.
-Let's roll. -[ENGINE STARTS]
MAN: Plymouth Rock. Got that Plymouth Rock.
All right.
But now look at the next example question on page 20.
As you can see... If you turn to page 20, they will sometimes ask you for words that are the opposite of words that are underlined.
-Thank you, Mr. Pryzbylewski. -Thank you.
[DOOR CLOSES]
All right, put away your test notebooks. Work on those tomorrow.
We have 45 minutes. We can do Last Of The Mohicans...
No!
Or practice probabilities.
Yeah.
-I'll get the stuff, Mr. Prezbo. -All right.
I want to see everybody's worksheets out.
Kareem, you want to play dice with me?
Not with you.
And we're not just playing games here, -we're doing math. -I'll roll with you, man. Come on.
No kidding. We are.
[KHRIZ & ANGEL: VEN BAILALO]
That's my boy resting his head, see?
Mm.
Hey, Renaldo, you want one?
-No. -They're from Faidley's, yo.
He might stay home all day, you know?
We gonna find out, ain't we?
-CHANDRA: It's about my DSS code. -You have an appointment?
-Why I need an appointment? -She doesn't need an appointment.
-Just making it realistic. -So I get to see somebody?
-Take a number and wait. -I need to see somebody now.
Don't get angry. Anger doesn't help. It makes people defensive.
Tell her what you need calmly.
-Card didn't come this month. -We mailed it.
-CHANDRA: Maybe it got stolen. -Sorry. Nothing we can do.
-f*ck you. -TEACHER: Chandra!
-CHANDRA: She ain't helping me. -That's how they do.
-TEACHER: Just tell her what you need. -Need another card, bitch.
-TEACHER: Chandra! -CHANDRA: And that's real too.
f*ck you for real.
KIDS: Ooh!
Calm down, calm down. Go with Ms. Mason.
-Get your hands off! -Ms. Mason!
-MASON: I'll get the school police. -You all right?
She was like...
-And then... she was like... -Typical day?
I wouldn't know. My first time.
Your first time?
Mrs. Donnelly oversees this project.
OK.
Good morning, ladies.
Help a man get something to eat?
God bless.
Good morning, Reverend.
HERC: Yo.
-Glad you finally answered. -I was in a meeting.
You got the assh*le pinned down?
Nah, I got Mario's people, getting ready to make a drop.
-Where? -Emerson, near Pulaski.
-You eyeballing them now? -Yeah, he got the package.
Black bag, putting it in the trunk.
-He getting in now. -What make?
Late model Lincoln. You want the license?
-Yeah, give it. -P-R-8-Z-G-O-D.
Yeah, he pulling out now, turning down Gilmore.
Dozerman, get me Foxtrot. Good job, Bubs. We're on it.
Ladies, a cellphone? It's got, like, a half hour on it.
No, thank you.
[BELLS TOLLING]
What I saw today wasn't education as I understand the term, and they didn't seem very socialized, either.
-You didn't catch us on our best day. -Or your worst day?
On the whole, they've made a lot of progress.
Look, they come to class. They're more engaged. We're reaching them.
-PARENTI: Fewer outbursts, no suspensions. -But are they learning anything?
-Yes. We believe they are. -Be truthful.
If this program were to continue through the rest of the school year, how many of your students could realistically be expected to return to a regular classroom?
What do you think, Ms. Duquette?
Namond, Darnell, maybe Zenobia.
Considering where we started, and that those kids ain't tearing up other classes...
OK. Mrs. Donnelly.
A tremendous achievement.
Mr. Withers?
I'll go along with Mrs. Donnelly.
You haven't said anything yet.
I just don't see it.
Many of these kids are profoundly damaged. What they've seen, how they've lived.
And I think any gain or progress is temporary.
I think this project may be flawed.
MAN [ON RADIO]: Foxtrot 23-30. We have a visual on the suspect.
Vehicle headed east on Mulberry. Do you copy?
-10-4. We're almost there. -10-4.
After your phone call, I checked.
It came directly from Burrell. He bypassed Rawls after I told him...
Burrell's making a play for you to keep him.
By... Just... What did you call that?
-Juking the stats. -Guy is unbelievable.
It runs completely counter to all my discussions with Rawls, with you, with everyone.
He's also serving notice. He's reasserting control of the department.
He probably figures if you can't fire him, then you can't fire him.
-Does Rawls know? -My guess is Rawls heard days ago from half a dozen district commanders.
-Why not come to me? -Talk to him.
Why did you come to me? Why not go to Rawls?
Because I need to know if you're serious.
If Rawls came to you and this sh*t is still going on, then you're OK with it, which is for me a problem.
If he didn't come to you, then either he's OK with it, which is also a problem, or he's letting it go trying to give Burrell enough rope for you to get angry and fire him for insubordination.
But I need to know where you stand.
I gave you my word.
Yes. You did.
Well, thanks for going outside the chain of command.
Don't expect me to make a habit of it.
[SIREN]
Stay in the car. Stay in the car. Keep your hands on the wheel.
-Let's see those hands. -What's the problem, Officer?
Step slowly out of the vehicle. Keep your hands up.
[SIREN]
[SIREN STOPS]
Unh! Son, be gentler than that.
Shut the f*ck up. I ain't your son.
This guy...
[HELICOPTER OVERHEAD]
What's this, huh? What's this?
Know what? I'm gonna damn sure get your name and badge number.
Daniels. I don't think I know him.
He hasn't played much politics, though he used to be married to the new councilwoman in the 11th.
-Marla Daniels? -Mm. That's the one.
This is the last man we want as police commissioner, Nerese.
I mean, I squared off against this fella a few years back, and he wouldn't listen to me.
He won't listen to you, the ministers or anyone in the community.
-Just Carcetti? -Mm-hm.
He's the mayor's boy, definitely.
-Carcetti wants how much of a salary bump? -50,000, at least, -to be competitive nationally. -Give him 25.
Enough to make him think he can win you over eventually but less than he needs to entice anyone real.
Meanwhile, Carcetti's gonna have to give Daniels six months in CID before he can bump him again, for appearances' sake.
So we're buying time here.
Enough for Ervin to show the mayor who butters the bread.
And for events to take the new-penny shine off Cedric Daniels.
I happen to know he's less the saint than he pretends to be.
This is, uh, Senator Davis. Is the Mayor in at the moment?
Well... you just tell him his friend Clay got the council president to un-ass a salary bump for the police commissioner.
You tell him... write this down, now.
You tell him that Senator Davis has his interests at heart.
Right. Thanks.
[SIGHS]
Hey, Ma. How was New York?
Hey, Ms. Brice. How are you?
Who asking?
This is my teacher, Mom, Mr. Colvin.
Why he here? You in trouble?
He stayed at our house last night, you being in New York and all.
Tell her.
The cops picked me up, saying I was slinging.
They was gonna send me to baby booking.
But we took him in.
You leave my son the f*ck alone.
And you, you afraid to go to baby booking?
The f*ck is wrong with you, boy? Get in the damn house!
Kid got the point.
All these drunk and disorderlies, graffiti artists, and public urinators, and we come in with a pair of felony burglaries.
Nice of you to give him the collar.
He might turn out a decent police.
Gotta come from somewhere. Young generation.
What about you guys? Gonna follow in your dad's footsteps?
-Hello, I don't think so. -[LAUGHS]
-Not. -What, then?
-Video game designer. -Rock star.
-BUNK: Ahh. -They want to make money.
-You schooled them well. -How about you, Little Bunk?
You gonna be a detective, like your daddy?
-Chief of police. -Nah.
Why not? How about you?
He's still in that, you know, pediatric neurosurgeon stage.
-Hi. -Hey.
-Elena, how are you doing? -I'm good. How are you?
-Can't complain. -Hey, boys. How are you?
Can you say "hi"?
Listen. They're fine. They really do have manners.
-It's all right. My kids are the same way. -We're just finishing up. Sit down.
Uh... OK. Just for a minute.
Dad, five bucks for the jukebox?
What? What happened to three plays for a quarter?
-Um... homework? -Done, Dad helped us.
Oh.
I got off early. Here.
You want to go, too?
-So what are you drinking? -I'll have a white wine.
I'm good, thanks.
So it's true? You quit drinking?
Well, I have a beer now and again.
No big deal.
How's Dennis?
Dennis is... Dennis.
We're close, we're not.
You know, we'll see.
-How's Beadie? -We're good.
-The kids have my number, but... -Hm.
Wow.
If I had known you were gonna grow up to be a grown-up...
Pssh, man.
And I'm the one told him to do the right thing and go talk to the man.
Don't seem that way now, do it?
Yo, you got to look at it from Mario's point of view.
-How is it different from Wallace? -Stringer said Wallace snitched.
-Yo, Kevin might have snitched too. -Man, but he didn't.
-And we had to do Wallace! -Yo, Mario thought he had to do Kevin.
-Man. -But he didn't.
That's what I'm saying.
-It's cold, m*therf*cker. -It's a cold world, Bodie.
Thought you said it was getting warmer.
World going one way, people another, yo.
Now, Elton Brand, what you know about him?
Nothing. You see? [LAUGHS]
Bug, you seen your daddy?
Went to the store.
-Where you going? -I'm gonna go look for him.
-You ain't gonna find him. -Why not?
Because he ain't coming back.
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]
[CLARENCE CARTER: SLIP AWAY]
Thanks.
[DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE]
[TV ON]
-What's this about? -Like you don't know.
Man, I ain't been home long enough to get in somebody's sh*t.
You like boys, m*therf*cker?
-What? -Boys. You like f*cking them?
Man, I like p*ssy. All right? Booty.
Living with a woman now.
She got kids?
I ain't touch them kids! Who told you that?
I know what you're saying, but when you're in the inside, ain't no p*ssy.
Well, yeah, sh*t. You've been inside.
Man got to bust his nut, you know what I'm sayin'?
I do.
[GRUNTING]
[GRUNTING]
Damn. You didn't even wait to get the m*therf*cker in the house.
[TV IN BACKGROUND]