You know how that go, right?
Gave myself all these little rules about what I wouldn't do.
Like, I told myself I'd do a lot of sh*t to get high, but I swore I wouldn't never trick.
So, after I'm trickin'...
I thought, "This ain't so bad. I'll do this for a while"
"except I'll make some more rules for myself, like...
"I'm gonna use condoms, and I'm never gonna go
"with more than one guy at the same time," and...
Well, let's just say there are certain things I told myself I wouldn't never do.
You know what my disease did to my rules, right?
Yeah.
Whatever it is you tell yourself you won't do to get high, you're pretty much making a list of everything you will do as soon as your inner addict tells you to.
I mean, that bitch wants to k*ll me.
She does.
Even on my way here today, she was telling me not to come.
She was tellin' me that I was all right on the street, that it was all good.
Um...
Yeah, I'm about done.
I want to thank you all for letting me share.
Amen.
Thanks for sharing, Dee Dee.
Always lift us.
We got finished a little early.
Anybody else feel like sharing?
How about you, Bubs? Haven't heard from you in a while.
Get up there!
Come on, Bubs.
All right, Bubbles.
Hi...
-You know who I am. -Hey, Bubs.
-Bubs. Bubbles. -What's up, Bubbles?
-I'm a grateful addict. -Hi, Bubbles.
Been clean 15 months Thursday.
This is the longest I been off.
I, um...
BOY [OUTSIDE]: Hey, yo! Let's go!
I used to get so high, you know. I used to love to be high.
Y'all see me out there on Monroe and Fayette doin' the dope-fiend lean, right?
Be like this here.
[QUIET LAUGHTER]
I come out of it, get a little more upright.
Realize people treatin' me like a lamppost, -hangin' fliers on me an' sh*t. -[QUIET LAUGHTER]
Come winter, little kids hangin' Christmas balls on me like a damn tree.
Summertime, they'd walk me over to the garden, where the 9-till-9 used to be.
Make me... [LAUGHS]
Make me a scarecrow.
Yeah. I used to love to get high.
Got to the point...
You know, I'm not in the right place to talk about this right now.
WOMAN: Keep comin' back, Bubs.
[APPLAUSE]
Thanks, Bubs. Thanks for sharing.
Is there anybody else with a burning desire to share?
Marvin?
When you walk through the garden Gotta watch your back
Well, I beg your pardon Walk the straight and narrow track
If you walk with Jesus
He's gonna save your soul
You gotta keep the devil way down in a hole
He's got the fire and the fury
At his command
Well, you don't have to worry
If you hold on to Jesus' hand And we'll all be safe from Satan
When the thunder rolls
But you gotta help me keep the devil
Way down in the hole In the bottom of the hole In the hole In the hole Way down in the hole In the hole In the hole
In the hole In the hole Way down in the hole
It's quiet up in here.
LESTER: Mm-hm.
SYDNOR: You got the Bank of America accounts?
That pile there.
So, he claims to be raising money for some basketball program or day-care center.
And the money comes in, and the money goes out.
But no hoops, no day care.
Okay, so say we get Clay Davis, and say he flips...
-Well, then he takes us up the ladder. -To who?
If Clay is stealing from his own nonprofits...
That's an easy case for us to make with all the paperwork we got here.
That's a straight-up theft, maybe a tax charge or two, but there's money that all this paperwork only hints at, money that doesn't show up on a campaign finance report.
My guess is that Clay Davis knows about that too.
I don't know, man. I like street work more.
You'd rather sit in a surveillance van days on end waiting to catch Tater handing Pee Wee a vial?
This, Detective, is what you're telling me?
A case like this here, where you show who gets paid behind all the tragedy and the fraud, where you show how the money routes itself, how we're all, all of us vested, all of us complicit?
Career case, huh?
Baby, I could die happy.
Still, man...
I wonder what Mario is up to right f*cking now.
Celebrating.
MARIO: Yeah, but they still taking pictures?
CHRIS: No. I ain't feel nothing in a while.
We took care that thing over the Eastside. They ain't on me.
Snoop, she been rolling around all week.
Nothing, no cars, no vans, no helicopters.
Monk, he checked after the re-up, no problem.
-We wore 'em down. -Well, what about cameras?
Nothing since the camera we took out the wall back at the place.
My overnight man, he been watchin', he ain't seen nothing either.
'Sides, I think we good as long as we movin' around like this.
Back to bidness, I say.
She ain't had no work in a few months. She somewhat eager.
g*dd*mn right.
Too much f*ckin' talkin' around here lately, man.
n*gg*r*s need to shut the f*ck up. For real.
A'ight, first thing. We go hard at Webster Franklin's crew.
Gave 'em the chance to get on our tit, he passed.
Now we bang on his corners a couple of times till he fold.
Now you talkin'.
Yeah. Next, we step to June Bug for talkin' that sh*t.
He was a dead man when he opened his mouth.
He just walkin' around not knowing it.
An' I want that dicksucker.
Took my money and the whole world know?
Nah. He got to fall.
Omar rolled out in retirement and sh*t.
-I'm hearin' somewheres south. -Bring his ass back out of retirement.
[SNOOP LAUGHS]
-A'ight. -Yeah, a'ight.
We can step that sh*t up, but he's goin' to be comin' at us like we comin' at him.
I mean, Joe and them, they said let that be.
The crown ain't worth much if the n*gg*r wearin' it always gettin' his sh*t took, and Joe oughta know that.
Let him come. Yeah.
-What up with that thing down at Jessup? -Yeah, yeah.
You on the list.
Go on down there any time you want. No problem.
That's the dude right there.
MARIO: A'ight.
CHRIS: Ya hear?
Time for y'all to earn your pay, n*gg*r*s.
MAN: Hey, Walon.
MAN: I'm like, "What the f*ck? What the hell do I look like?"
Funny how you started out.
-What you mean? -Dope-fiend lean and all.
Why didn't you keep going?
You know, you hear a lot of funny sh*t in these rooms, people makin' fun of their mistakes, makin' people laugh, but in-between all the jokes, there's a lot of truth to be spoke.
Like that girl today. She damn near bled out, didn't she?
-Yeah. -You know, for a second there, I thought you might actually stand up and talk about Sherrod.
"A searching and fearless moral inventory." That's the step.
Don't tell me about that. I live with that every f*ckin' day, man.
You got to let it out to let it go.
I'm your sponsor, and I'm telling you, you got to get out of your head, -outside yourself. -I ain't never missed a meeting.
I'm not talking about the meetings.
I'm talking about where you go after the meetings.
I'm talking about what you do, what you think, what you feel.
I don't feel nothing.
That was never your problem.
Not even as a low-bottom dope fiend, that was never the problem.
It would be a f*ckin' shame to make it the problem now.
So Carcetti threw us a bone, huh?
Took the cap off secondary employment.
Yeah. Even I may have to go out and find honest work.
There's no money to be made in this policing sh*t.
They made that clear enough.
What are you qualified to do?
Aside from that, I mean.
You know I got an in on the eight-to-four gig over at Friedman's Jewelry, you know, off of Reisterstown.
-Yeah, 20 an hour. -[KIMA WHISTLES]
Stand around with some shiny sh*t and get paid.
Work murders and starve.
f*ck kind of sh*t is that?
Anything from overnight or this morning?
Yeah, midnight shift caught one.
-Solved? -Open.
Bar cutting from Curtis Bay. Fahlteich's over at the morgue now.
Slow night.
Oh, I'm sure things will be picking up now we're no longer sitting on Mario Stanfield.
It wasn't my call to suspend the investigation, Jimmy.
That decision came from your shop.
Yeah, but nobody from the SA's office objected, did they?
Just like nobody objected when Chris and Snoop got their g*n charges postponed a couple of times.
A postponement or two is pro forma on Calvert Street. You know that.
[LAUGHS] Pro forma, from the Latin, meaning lawyers jacking each other off.
Rules are the rules, Jimmy.
There are no f*cking rules.
f*cking game's rigged.
Gentlemen.
Why the f*ck chew on Ronnie's arm, huh? She ain't the problem.
Tired of being jerked around.
I think I'm gonna get me a secondary job
-at that cigar shop on Baltimore Street. -[PHONE RINGS]
-As what? -Homicide.
The Indian out front?
I'd like to scalp your ass, m*therf*cker.
Got it.
Who's up?
There you go, givin' a f*ck when it ain't your turn to give a f*ck.
He's a pissy little bitch today.
I'm worried for the boy.
[SIGHS]
[ENGINE STARTS] [MUSIC ON CAR STEREO]
Ow!
Some good news for a change, the test scores for third-graders going up a good 15 points.
That's what I get for 54 million?
Hey, you can run on that. 15 points is a nice, solid number.
Whatever bump in the test scores I get, I got to run on it.
I sure as hell can't campaign on the crime rate.
Burrell already told us we don't have a double-digit decline.
A small drop, most likely.
Until we take back the statehouse, this city will starve.
I get to Annapolis, and whoever I leave behind as mayor -
Bond, Campbell, or who knows - they're gonna have a better time of it.
It's not gonna be Nerese if she keeps goin' like she has.
Sun papers made her look bad.
Yeah. She tells me this real estate flip was a holdover from the last administration.
True as far as it goes, but she got herself paid as well.
She looked bad enough that it'll cost you votes, people who don't want to make you governor if that means Nerese finishes your term as mayor. She makes you vulnerable.
What, can I ask, makes the governor vulnerable?
He looked like a petulant little bitch with that diatribe on Olesker.
He looked paranoid too.
What about his failure on slots?
With a Democratic assembly, everyone expects a GOP governor will take his lumps.
Besides, voters are split on legalizing slots.
It has to hit him directly.
Well, I'll see what's on the mind of the PG County boys tonight.
I got dinner with Steny, Miller and Maloney down in Upper Marlboro, -which reminds me... -You're late to meet Jen.
Doesn't this seem a little thin to you, running for governor two years into a four-year term?
Everything's thin.
The whole world shines sh*t and calls it gold.
[LAUGHTER]
So Somerville, he keeps going back to ask Tommy the elder follow-ups, right?
One question after another his editor wants him to ask.
Somerville, knocking on big Tommy's door, blaming the city desk, saying, "I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Mayor, but my desk wants to know."
-sh*t, I see it coming. -So, three or four times, right?
"My desk is wondering... I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Mayor,"
"but my desk wants to know."
So finally, finally, Tommy D'Alesandro, he puts his ear down to his desk like this, and he says...
"My desk tells your desk to go f*ck itself."
[THEY LAUGH]
-That really happen? -Too good a story to check out.
Hey. What's my favorite GA reporter have today for his favorite editor?
Heartbreaker from Eastside.
Salt-of-the-earth single mother of four dies from allergic reaction to blue crabs.
Ate them all her life but goes face down in a lump backfin platter, pronounced an hour later at Hopkins, and the sister is starting a scholarship fund for the kids.
Interviewed the whole family. Photos, the works.
Attaboy.
Round it off with some medical stuff on seafood toxicity, huh?
-Growing incidence, all that good sh*t. -All right, cool.
You ever notice how mother of four is always catching hell?
m*rder, hit-and-run, b*rned up in row-house fire, swindled by bigamists.
Tough gig, mother of four.
Innocent bystander is worse. He's always getting the short end.
Not a lot of them around anymore.
Not a lot of innocence either, you ask me.
You know who there's less of? Statuesque blondes.
You don't read about statuesque blondes in the newspapers anymore.
Buxom ones, neither.
They're like a lost race.
-What do you got next? -[GROANS]
School project meeting.
Mr. Whiting builds his Pulitzer.
Okay. Now I've seen everything.
Why not call a cab, at least?
If I thought these m*therf*ckers would reimburse me, I would have.
So Homicide can't shop cars neither.
We're down to two working units.
One was at the morgue with Fahlteich, the other was on a fresh call.
Jesus.
What a joke.
67-year-old female, mother of four, grandmother to many, lived alone.
Not seen in two days, so the neighbor called.
-No forced entry. -You the first officer?
Had to kick in the back door.
-You call for crime lab? -We're on the list.
Today's list?
f*cking crime lab too, huh? They've cut everything to the bone.
Been here maybe a couple of days.
If it was warmer, she'd have bloated.
Yeah, it's probably natural.
I just didn't like the way she looked laying there with the pillow and all.
Yeah, I bet she d*ed in her sleep.
You ever wake up with a pillow over your face?
There's mornings with a hangover I hold the pillow over my face, just to keep the light out and the pain down.
Me, I just throw up once or twice and go to work.
[LAUGHS]
The Western District way.
[MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR STEREO]
The word I'm thinking about is Dickensian.
We want to depict the Dickensian lives of city children, and then show clearly and concisely where the school system has failed them.
Not to defend the school system, but a lot of things have failed those kids.
They're marginalized long before they walk into class.
To look at who these kids really are, look at the parenting, or lack of it, in the city.
The drug culture, the economics of these neighborhoods.
Yet the schools are something that we can address.
Sure, we can b*at up on city schools.
Lord knows they deserve to be b*at on every once in a while, but then we're just as irrelevant to these kids as the schools are.
I mean, it's like you're up on a corner of a roof and you're showing some people how a couple of shingles came loose, and meanwhile, a hurricane wrecked the rest of the damn house.
You don't need a lot of context to examine what goes on in one classroom.
Really? I think you need a lot of context to seriously examine anything.
No. I think Scott is on the right track.
We need to limit the scope, not get bogged down in details.
To do what? To address the problem or to win a prize?
-I mean, what are we doing here? -Look, Gus, I know the problems.
My wife volunteers in a city school, but what I want to look at is the tangible, where the problem and solution can be measured clearly.
There's more impediments to learning than a lack of materials
-or a dysfunctional bureaucracy. -But who's going to read that?
What is this series about in a sentence?
What's the budget line?
Johnny can't write 'cause Johnny doesn't have a f*cking pencil.
Augustus, I'm not as simple-minded as you might think.
Now what do you want, an educational project or a litany of excuses?
I don't want some amorphous series detailing society's ills.
If you leave everything in, soon you've got nothing.
I think the schools are ripe for exploration, and I think Scott might be the man to lead the charge.
[MUSIC ON CAR STEREO]
[HUMS]
You ain't doin' nothin' but aggravatin' me now.
Get up in this house before I b*at the black off your ass.
Get up in here, fool. Come on.
Treena.
Treena. Wait for me. I'm-a come back out.
Stay right here. Don't move.
WOMAN: Come on, girl.
Wooton, you dump in the numbers from the port story yet?
Oh, sh*t. I forgot. You want...
-Give them to me. I'll put them in. -Overall, cargo is down by 12 points, but roll-on, roll-off gained 6.4% last year.
A'ight. Drop 12, ro-ro's up 6.4. Thanks, got it.
Boss man on your six.
-Whiting? -Worse. Klebanow.
[SIGHS]
Augustus.
Who's the lead for opening day tomorrow? Not the game story but the color piece.
Luxenberg wanted to go with McGuire.
I think Scott would do an excellent job with the color piece.
I'd really like to find some chaw-chewing old-timer who'd die rather than miss the O's opener, someone who says "baseball", you know?
You're the boss.
Scott, put your special touch on it, like you did with your Preakness piece last year.
-Good luck to you. -Thanks.
[MUSIC ON CAR STEREO]
[LESTER LAUGHS]
f*ck.
-What's wrong? -It's all right, go back to sleep, baby.
-Metro desk. -Hey, Spry, it's me.
Hey, is the night man still on the copy desk?
Sure is. You need to make a change?
Yeah, yeah, I just want to check on the port story.
I think I might have transposed some numbers.
Andy, can I get port back?
Yeah, sure.
We got time on the final. Go ahead.
Yeah. Somewhere down in the A-matter, a graph about the cargo trends with percentages.
-Ro-ro, cargo... -Read that back to me.
Cargo down 12%, ro-ro up 6.4.
12-point decrease and a 6.4 bump on the ro-ro?
Yep, that's it.
sh*t. I woke up in a sweat 'cause I thought I'd f*cked that up. You sure?
Tonight, you had the usual deadline nightmare to no actual purpose.
I guess you're better at this than you thought.
Yeah, I guess.
-Thanks, Jay. -Any time. Good night.
WOMAN [ON TV]: The husband's thinking, "Gosh." I mean, the police show up at his door and say, "The lady you married from the Ukraine,"
"A, she's dead, B, she's got a 2005 gold Mercedes..."
[ELECTRICAL SAW WHIRRING]
How long till my old lady?
It's gonna be a while. Got my hands full.
I'm across the street for breakfast.
-WOMAN: There's only one way to rule. -MAN: Come on. Bullshit.
This is not a m*rder. He overdosed.
Look, we found his gear on the bathroom floor, and his girlfriend, who called 911, said the two of them were f*ring.
I don't have the tox results yet, but even if they find heroin, it'd be a secondary cause.
I've got petechials, I've got bruising around the neck.
My preliminary is homicide by mechanical asphyxia.
Okay, fine. I'll f*cking bring the paramedic in here, and he'll f*cking explain it to you himself. Yeah, that's right.
I'm going to go all the way out to Dundalk, drag his ass in here so you can hear it from him, 'cause I ain't taking this as a m*rder.
Hey, Jimmy.
Hey, Nancy. How's tricks?
-Heard you were working murders again. -Yeah.
-How's life in the County? -Worse every year.
You guys can't keep all the dirt on your side of the line.
What's Kevin so hot about?
Oh, new cutter's dug her heels in, says it's a m*rder.
It's not, but I can see why she'd think strangulation.
Guy's got a fractured hyoid, petechiae in both eyes, but it's a freak thing.
If we weren't there to see it, I wouldn't have believed it myself.
It's all postmortem.
He fires up a speedball, then blacks out, falls between toilet and bathtub, manages to get himself wedged back pretty good.
I couldn't make this sh*t up.
Medics come, pronounce him right then and there.
But get this - they can't pry the guy out without grabbing hold of his neck for leverage.
We watched them do it.
This Dundalk medic and the morgue guy just grab his neck and start yanking.
Finally they get him out, he comes down here looking like a strangle job.
They can't tell that it's post-mort?
On a fresh body, no one can.
Grab a guy too hard, and you can cause petechiae, break a hyoid, even leave bruising, all after death.
f*ck me.
Yeah. So Inf ante's about to lose his mind if he can't talk this thing out of becoming a m*rder.
Either that or charge the paramedic.
You goin' across the street for breakfast?
-Buy me some scrapple, sailor? -Come on.
Number two.
[BUZZER]
[COUGHS]
Surprise.
[LAUGHS]
My man Sergei thought we should talk first.
Talk about what?
That's on you, young 'un.
Whatever business you tryin' to do through the Russians, you got to go through me first.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
'Cause up in this bitch here, I'm what you might consider... an authority figure.
You know, everybody got to get my help or ask my advice, like, on all kinds of sh*t.
Sergei step to me the other day sayin' this n*gg*r Mario, who he don't even know, just be sending him cash money to get on his visiting list.
So, then he ask me if I knew Mario.
I tell him, "Hell, yeah, I know Mario real well."
You know? Over Westside, everybody know everybody, right?
Let me help you find your tongue.
You tryin' to get to the Russian so you can get a line to his people.
You tryin' to get to the Greek m*therf*ckers because if you can you want to cut Proposition Joe and all them other Eastside b*tches out the connect.
-I mean, you a natural businessman, right? -[LAUGHS]
But this is the thing, though, and I mean, you know, I'm with you on all that as far as it goes, you know?
Westside definitely need to stick together, you know what I mean?
And all the fuss about you comin' at me -
I say let bygones be bygones, but f*ck all them Eastside b*tches.
That's just the way I feel about it.
I got nothin' but love in my heart for Westside n*gg*r*s, nothin' but love.
Of course, I mean, you know, I got to have my taste too.
Figured that.
So send my sister a hundred large, and the next time you come to Jessup, it won't be my grill talkin' at you.
My word on that.
A hundred large, huh?
So what's up, man? What's up with you otherwise, you know?
The game is the game.
Always.
They do not. You're making that sh*t up.
-I'm looking for you, Jimmy. -Hey, what's up?
You know Nancy Porter from the County?
-Lester Freamon. -Good to meet you.
Well, thanks for breakfast.
I'll see you downstairs.
I spent last night sitting on that same McCulloh Street lot.
-They went back there? -Twice.
Once in the early evening and once again after three.
They're getting sloppy, Jimmy, especially now they think we've backed away.
You know, a few good bugs, a couple of small surveillance cameras, some man-hours, two weeks, three the most, that's all this f*cking case needs.
Daniels can't give us that. He made that pretty f*cking clear.
Then we go elsewhere.
Right field, number 21, Nick Markakis.
Going to the game? Long-time O's fan?
I could care less about opening day at this point.
Between Bud Selig and Barry Bonds, they've ruined baseball for me.
-You have a minute to talk? -Late to meet somebody.
How can you commit to a sport where the commissioner justifies a labor lockout and cancels the World Series?
How long you been an O's fan?
Actually, I grew up with the Cubs, but my son, he kind of likes them so...
And then on steroids, which has destroyed what's left of baseball's credibility, he's nowhere to be found.
So, you an Orioles fan?
Are you excited that it's opening day because something like that is...
f*ck baseball!
MAN: Peanuts! Get your peanuts!
51, 52, 53.
Hey, Bubs, how you doin'? Have a seat all the way around the other side.
Much obliged.
[CHILD CRIES]
[CHILD SHRIEKS]
Stop crying. Don't grab stuff off my plate.
Mommy's going to whup you.
Do you need some help here?
Because we don't do that here.
In our house, there's no hitting anyone, especially children.
Do you understand me?
Sorry I'm late. Traffic's a nightmare.
Think you're funny, huh? Think I still don't have...
All right, I get the point, fuckholes.
[LESTER LAUGHS]
f*ck you both, already.
A couple more years of this, you'll be ready for a radio car.
Why is it you can't come up to my office and do this like grown-ups?
They still make you sign in at the front desk out Woodlawn?
Who'd you knuckleheads piss on this time?
We're still working the edges of something the bosses shut down.
-Yeah, what are we talking about? -The bodies in the vacants.
They shut that down?
Jesus Christ. What, 22 murders doesn't rate?
Not anymore.
You were on it more than a year. Where were you?
Too close to quit.
You know Mario Stanfield, Chris Partlow, Snoop Pearson?
Those names ring out.
Well, we got nothing back from any lab work, there's no witnesses, nothing to make a m*rder prosecution, so we settled in, sat on them for about a year.
-You got a pattern? -A good one.
Two or three weeks with some good FBI cameras and wires, -maybe a half-dozen agents... -Like we tell you boys when the case broke, we aren't much into ghetto drug sh*t anymore.
Most of our guys are counter-terror and political stuff.
We already did all the long legwork.
Two or three weeks, you guys end up with a big headline.
You federal fucks like headlines.
I'll run it up the flagpole.
-I'm gonna drive away now. -All right.
If it's okay with you two suckholes.
Welcome back to Camden Yards.
As we mentioned a moment ago, the Orioles know...
I got good stuff.
Hang on. Come here and tell me, so I can put it on the budget.
I got a kid in a wheelchair outside the stadium, wanting to go to the game but unable because he didn't have the money for a scalped ticket.
Sounds pretty good. You got art?
Photo said they were too booked with the game.
This is your main color piece.
You got to have a picture of the kid if he's your lead.
-Can we send them out now? -I guess.
-He probably rolled out, but you can try. -sh*t.
-How old is this fella? -13.
What's with his parents? Why wasn't he in school?
What, in this city? He just cut.
-So what about his parents? -Both dead. No sh*t.
-He lives with his aunt in West Baltimore. -How'd he get in the wheelchair?
Something about a stray g*nsh*t. It was all pretty vague.
You got a date when it happened?
He was a little hinky with telling me much.
Fact is, he would only let me go with his nickname.
Look. I got to start writing if you want it for the e-dot.
Yeah. Why don't you work in Metro Write so I can read over your shoulder?
Hey, Scott. What he go by, the nickname?
-EJ. -EJ.
Hey, Jane, come here a minute.
Check clips for the last three years.
See if we got anything on a kid in the city wounded by a stray b*llet.
He'd be 13 now. Nickname of EJ. Could be his initials.
Who is he to us?
He's the lead of our opening-day piece. I'd love to get art on the kid.
Don't hold your breath.
It's a hell of a case, really.
And God knows they could use the help.
-Sorry I'm late. -Anything up?
-Just the usual. You all right? -Yeah.
[SHE SIGHS]
We do this right, it is like a spiral.
We start on the outside of the circle, and we work our way around the edges, pick up everything we can before we get to Clay and the people he keeps close.
You think Clay knows the indictment's coming?
Clay Davis has been waiting for the other shoe to drop his whole life.
He knows.
And it's your people up in my sh*t.
Not no feds, not no state people from Annapolis.
It's m*therf*ckers from my own city.
My hands are tied here, Clayton.
It's a new mayor, a new state's attorney.
I'm out there doing the Lord's work for you, Erv. You know it.
Who got that pay raise through the council?
Just enough for you to get that new patio but not enough for that guy from Pittsburgh to take your place.
I wish I could.
You know I wish I could, but with Carcetti in, people are watching.
I got eyes on me now.
You the commissioner still, right?
Yeah, but it ain't like it was.
If you don't control it, who does?
On this, I got to reach around Daniels, and he's Carcetti's boy.
Look. This is a grand jury investigation, for God's sake.
We could both be charged with obstruction of justice.
God damn it, Erv.
I been there for you, carried water for you, and you do me like this?
Clay, I can't. Nobody could.
You think I'm goin' down, don't you?
You-you-you think I'm done.
All y'all ungrateful b*tches thinkin' you can throw me out the boat.
-Clay. -A'ight!
I'm gonna remember this moment, Erv.
I'm gonna hold on to this moment. Yeah.
Clay crying to you?
Like I could put brakes on this mess.
Is that...
Yeah. Straight from P and R.
And that's with the numbers bent as far as we dare.
With city hall asking for clean stats, there's only so much we can do.
The hell are we gonna tell the mayor?
I sat there for half an hour with him and his deputy.
He knows what he's saying no to.
-Then how the f*ck... -It's personal, Jimmy.
Somebody at city hall really pissed off the US Attorney.
-You're kidding me. -No, and I got an earful.
You tell Lester I'm still trying to figure out what the problem is, but for right now, you forget about shopping this case anywhere.
DEA, A*F, Customs - you guys are shut out across the board.
Fish and f*cking Wildlife couldn't help you.
Sorry, brother.
The kid is nowhere to be found.
I sent photo down there to try to dig him up. Nothing.
-Probably left. -Okay.
So we got a poor black kid in a wheelchair with no ticket.
He rolls himself from somewhere in West Baltimore to... to "the shadow of the mighty brick-faced coliseum known as Oriole Park", "listening to the cheers from the crowd, which told the whole tale."
We're gonna give good play to a 13-year-old known only as EJ, who declines to give his name because he skipped school, he's got no parents, he lives with his aunt.
I'm not saying that this kid isn't everything you say he is, but, Scott, damn, as an editor, I need a little more to go on if I'm gonna fly this thing.
I resent the implication.
I'm not implying anything. I'm on your side.
But the standard for us has to be...
Scott, just finished your story.
Good read. I'm putting it out front.
I think you've really captured the disparity of the two worlds in this city in a highly readable narrative. I wouldn't change a word.
Thanks, but I'm not sure everyone shares your enthusiasm.
Jim, aren't you just a little bit concerned that we don't even have a last name for this kid?
I thought we held ourselves up to a...
It's not an ideal situation, no, but the boy's reluctance to give his last name clearly stems from his fear of being discovered as a truant.
You have a problem with it?
A little bit, yeah. I'm just saying that the standards that...
I think we're on terra firma here.
Gotcha.
The man made a call. You're good to go.
Thanks, Scott.
The n*gg*r Webster's shop right there.
So look, I'm gonna roll up, and y'all gonna pop out and pop off.
Drop who you can.
Yo. Let's go all West Coast with this.
[LAUGHS]
Say what?
Drive-by. That's how they do.
Drop a m*therf*cker and not slow down.
Like Boyz n the Hood.
sh*t was tight, remember?
-Yo, there you go. -What's up?
Man, I ain't even hit near one of them.
This n*gg*r's wound.
f*ck them West Coast n*gg*r*s, 'cause in B-more, we aim to hit a n*gg*r, you heard.
Guy leaves two dozen bodies scattered all over the city, no one gives a f*ck.
It's because who he dropped.
True that.
You can go a long way in this country k*lling black folk.
Young males especially.
Misdemeanor homicides.
If Mario was k*lling white women.
White children.
Tourists.
One white ex-cheerleader tourist missing in Aruba.
Trouble is, this ain't Aruba, bitch.
You think that if 300 white people were k*lled in this city every year, they wouldn't send the 82nd Airborne?
n*gro, please.
There's got to be some way to make them turn on the faucet.
Come on, Jimmy. You're the smartest boy in the room.
You come up with something in this broke-ass city.
Isn't he married or some sh*t now?
Did you edit this opening-day piece?
Whiting himself blessed it as written before I could take a meat a* to it.
Did it bother you that we don't have the boy's full name?
Yes, Rebecca, it did.
-Huh. -Don't give me that "huh".
Whiting wasn't buying any problem I had.
No art of the kid?
None.
REBECCA: Huh.
CHRIS: How long we been here?
MICHAEL: More than an hour.
Why you think we sitting here?
See who home and who not... who on the block, police and whatnot.
That's right.
You don't ever want to be the last man to a party. You feel me?
That's why I show up to a job an hour before.
Sometimes two.
I don't want nobody settin' up on me while I'm settin' up on them.
Mm. 'Cause there ain't no good thing about motherfuckin' surprises in this line of work.
Why we doin' June Bug anyway?
Heard he called Mario a dicksuck.
Talkin' sh*t like that.
You heard? You ain't sure?
People say he said it.
Don't matter if he said it or not. People think he said it.
Can't let that sh*t go.
Why not?
I mean, Mario ain't suck no d*ck, right?
So, if Mario knows he ain't suck d*ck, then what the f*ck he care what June Bug say?
What anybody say?
Why this boy got to get dead, just for talking sh*t?
'Cause he got a big motherfuckin' mouth, that's why, and you need to stop runnin' your own mouth, young 'un.
SNOOP: There it is.
And all the muscle he got.
-See it? -CHRIS: You ready?
SNOOP: Mm-hm.
Now you handle that thing.
You give me a sign, meet me out front.
Michael, you go round the alley.
Body come bustin' out the back, you drop that sh*t.
[SNIP]
Oh, shitfuck.
Bunk's usually the one throwing up.
You took aspirin?
Six.
How was that brunette?
Must have been a decent ride 'cause he never went home.
Same shirt as yesterday, Jimmy.
You catchin' hell from Beadie?
No.
Just asking.
Gentlemen.
DOA, Central and Baltimore.
-I took a call two days ago. -The old lady?
That wasn't a call. That came back natural.
Look. I'm hung over, Jay.
Both of you. You're up.
[g*nshots AND SCREAMS]
CHILD: Mommy. Mommy!
[BUZZER]
'Sup, Boris?
You know who I am?
I'm that rich uncle been putting all that money in your canteen account.
In my country, I was in jail four years.
In my country, this is not prison.
This is nothing.
I don't need money.
I don't need f*cking canteen.
I don't need you.
[SPEAKS RUSSIAN]
-Gangbanger. -A'ight. I feel that.
I feel that, but Avon over there, he thinks you might be able to help get a message to the Greeks, to Vondas.
I mean, seeing as you don't need my money...
Vondas might be happy to have it.
He don't want to see me, he won't, but if he do, it's you that made it happen.
WALON: Hey. Hey, man.
Sonny Mays is running late.
Can you fill in as speaker?
It's time to share, Bubs.
Nah, I don't think so. I'm not feeling so good today, you know?
As your sponsor, I'm telling you, you got to step up for something.
I don't care what, I don't care if it's in these rooms or not, but there ain't no laying in the cut on this sh*t.
You got to step up somewhere.
[SIRENS]
Detective, can I get a word?
Anything? Anything on the suspects?
Maybe on your way out, then.
Back door was open.
Can't tell if he ran through and out the rear.
They. Unless the sh**t put a b*llet in her head for good measure after the shotgun.
Also, two of our street cameras were disabled. Wires ripped.
f*ck. That's a whole lot of thinking for any m*therf*cker to do something like this.
[COUGHING]
How the f*ck?
How?
He must have been in that closet the whole time. No one heard sh*t.
Call DSS. Now.
Any media out back?
Bring a cage car around.
Hey. How you doing?
Look, I don't know what I can do to help.
I'm just tryin' to find my way.
Seein' how crowded it is, maybe I could help you hand out tickets.
That's fine, Bubs, really, but wouldn't you rather serve?
Huh?
Serve lunch.
You mean give the food to people?
Isn't that the best part?
Nah, I can't. No.
All right. Come on.
We can always use an extra set of hands.
He fell out.
Last bottle of smoke probably did him in.
Another drunk found him, pulled me off post.
10-7 when I arrived.
-You call for a crime lab? -The wait's two to three hours.
BUNK: sh*t gets worse every day.
Jimmy?
You okay?
Go get yourself a coffee, do your paperwork, get back on the street.
We got it from here.
We're gonna wait on them anyway. Go ahead.
Thanks.
Don't let this guy go anywhere.
I forgot something in the car.
Bring the paper in, will you?
We're gonna be here a while.
Hey.
Little early for that, ain't it?
What the f*ck you doing?
Just watch the door, Bunk.
BUNK: sh*t.
Whoa, come on, Jimmy.
Get a f*ckin' grip.
Jimmy.
Have you lost your f*cking mind?
-[JIMMY GRUNTS] -Oh, Jesus Christ, you sick f*ck.
Oh.
There's a serial k*ller in Baltimore.
He preys on the weakest among us.
He needs to be caught.
I'm going.
I don't want a part of this.