03x22 - Viking Bikers from Hell

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( ♪ Valhalla - Chris Barr ♪ )

( ♪ Valhalla - Chris Barr ♪ )

Sure don't look like
no scooter trash, Reb.

I must've been rehabilitated.

You look good, Reb.
They feed you well?

The strong always eat well.

When's the funeral?

Tomorrow. 10:00.

What about the guys he saw?

Well, uh, Charlie here—
Charlie, this is Reb.

Heard a lot about you.

Charlie's done some sniffin' around since
he knew some of The Wire's customers.

And?

He came up with some possibilities.

Toad's got some lines out too.

You bring my piece?

Here's your old one, Reb.

You know, whoever did The Wire
will be there tomorrow.

We're gonna find 'em
and exterminate 'em.

I vote we don't go.
Too many cops.

Where's my scooter?

You can ride on back of Charlie's.

Charlie's?

I don't ride on the back
of nobody's scooter.

Hey, bro. You would've liked Charlie
if you would've given him a chance.

He was a nice dude, man.
He could've been a friend.

I got enough friends.

Sort of weird,
bein' at a funeral we caused.

It was a street sh**t', Rico. Your
straight, garden-variety street sh**ting.

In which one Sonny Burnett takes out Edward
"The Wire" Constantine and splits the scene.

That's because there were civilians comin'
onto the street, pal. What was I gonna do?

It was a righteous sh**t, man. It
would've gone down as justifiable homicide.

My cover was compromised,
not to mention my life.

So if I get lucky, and The Wire doesn't k*ll me,
then I'm pushin' paper in some downtown office.

And that is an alternative
that is unacceptable, my friend.

Names check out?

Eight names, but no faces.

Doesn't matter.
We're gonna do 'em all.

I swore an oath.

Hey, that must be her by the limo.

The streets'll be moving
hard and quick.

With Constantine dead, it's gonna
continue to come down hard and quick...

until those animals get tired
of chewin' on each other.

Sounds like we'll be goin'
to lots of funerals.

That'll be great, till the civilians
start walkin' out in the cross fire.

Roll up anyone who's makin'
the wrong kind of noise.

Here's some more photos.

These are the ones that weren't I.D.'d,
so maybe somebody can recognize one
of these turkeys.

Didn't we bust this guy
a couple years ago?

- Yeah. Rudy, uh, somethin'.
- Who's this?

No one seems to know her, but she was
in the limo behind the hearse.

- Relative?
- Or a girlfriend.

Where's the limo from?

Um, it's rented.
Clevander Limo.

I'm gonna hang onto this one.

Pretty freaky, huh?

I'm comin' at you
from the other side, man.

Dead. You believe it?

Did it happen peaceful in my sleep,
or was— or was it like some evil forces?

You know, don't you, Reb?

So take care of it. Dig?

I mean, some cocaine cowboys
done The Wire.

I want you to play Geronimo.

Now I gotta do this other number.

I, Edward Constantine—

How many people
even knew my real name, huh?

Being of sound mind and body, do hereby
bequeath all my worldly possessions...

to my sister,
Victoria Elizabeth Constantine.

Reb, you out there, dude?

You gotta take care ofher. Make
sure she gets everything, all right?

I love you, man.

( ♪ Valhalla - Chris Barr ♪ )

Must be down for the social season.

Look who's here to greet us, Sonny.
A man so happy his eyes are shining.

Maybe it's a permanent condition.

Cheap jokes, cheap cops.
Just get the hell outta here, huh?

I'm clean. I'm legit. Next thing
you know, I'll be singin'in a choir.

Now, T.J., don't make me
play 20 questions.

Otherwise, I'll have to take you in
for that drug test like the last time.

Just look on
the bright side of things.

Parole violation'll give you plenty of time
to get rid of that nasty postnasal drip.

You guys are supposed to have a court
order. My customers value their privacy.

Give me a break.

It was for the guy's sister.

Aw. Thank you very much. Now, see,
that wasn't so painful, was it?

What are you lookin' at, Julio?
Wash the limo.

- It's okay.
I'm a friend of your brother's.

I'll see you downstairs.

The Wire was my best friend.

He was a great man.
My brother was a criminal.

Maybe he told you about me.
Reb?

Look, I have no interest in ever knowing
any of my brother's friends.

- You come from a world I wish never existed.
- Well, you don't understand.

I never will.

I have to give you your inheritance.

I don't want my inheritance.

I don't want anything
from his world.

I took an oath.
My loyalty is honor.

You're just as crazy as he was.

I just wish you'd get
the hell out of here. Please!

Please.

Yeah. Who is it?
Flowers for Mr. Salazar.

- What is this, a joke?
- Yeah. On you.

That tickles.

You guys brain damaged?
You're in big trouble.

- Where are the Krugerrands?
- You can't buy Krugerrands anymore.

I'm gonna ask you nice once more.
Where are they?

Wet bar, living room.

You got what you want.
Now get out.

It's not that easy,
maricón.

What else can I do?

The truth'll set you free.

Truth about what?

The Wire.

It's started, Lieutenant.

What have we got?

Nothing but an ugly way to die.

What about The Wire's sister?
Maybe she's movin' in.

Talk to her.

No, please!

No! No, no!

No!

No!

Hey, Reb, where'd you learn
about this guy Nietzsche? Prison?

The will to power, eternal reoccurrence.
The man understood it all.

How much does he know
about killin'?

You'll understand in the next life.

You see,
it's all part of my mission.

My mission's almost done.

What is this? First three
gorillas, and now you two.

Were these guys friends
of your brother's?

Did they happen to mention
their names?

Have you ever seen them before? No.

Look, I had nothing to do
with my brother's business.

He was good to me.
I only knew that side.

The rest took place
in another universe.

Listen, your brother controlled
over a third of the market.

His departure created quite a void.
Like I said, Officer, they live in another universe.

I couldn't remember
even if I wanted to.

If you change your mind.

Thank you.

"Kiss me and kiss me again. "

You know what E.E. Cummings
said about that.

"Kisses are a better fate
than wisdom. "

How many people here
are from out of town?

Where are you from, ma'am?

Boca Raton.

No, I mean,
where were you born?

Los Angeles, huh?
How about those Lakers, huh?

Buck for M.V.P., huh?

Well, you know what they say.

Hey, nice chopper, man.

Hey, Reb.

Hey, glad to hear you're out on parole,
man. I'm sorry to hear about The Wire.

Hey, listen, anything you want, man.
You want my car?

It's chopped and channeled.
There you go.

It's parked right out in front
out there. Anything you want.

You want a woman? Huh?
Be good karma for you.

Shut up.
Come here.

Names.

It's Valleriano.

It's Correnti.

Bernier.

No, I don't know their names.
Speak.

That's, uh, Cooper and Burnett.
They're local pond scum, you know?

Real lightweights.
I didn't ask for your opinion.

You're still a worm, Izzy.

Thank you.

It's the path of least resistance, huh?

Hey, thanks for comin' on by, huh?

Uh, any requests?

Doorman's not even sure
it was Pena's apartment.

Just a bunch of screams. We went up
and knocked, but there was no answer.

Figured he was one of your guys so we
gave you a call. Did you check inside?

It was quiet. We've got no probable
cause. Pena is probable cause.

Never in my life I heard screams
like this. What floor's Pena on?

1201.
We'll take 11.

Psst.

We can rule out su1c1de.

Valleriano, Sutton, Mueller,

Salazar and Pena.

All—
No más.

There's gotta be
a connection here.

Yeah, there is.
They were all very bad boys.

Constantine's sister mentioned
his business associates.

Have we got anything on The Wire's
social habits?

Wait a minute.

Didn't he use the Violators
for security?

Biker g*ng?

Yeah. He's got Einstein
runnin' point for him.

Oh, yeah. Cragun.
Jack Cragun.

Who is that?
Oh, this guy is a beauty.

You'll really like him.
I wanna introduce you to him.

He's bright, articulate, funny—

Intelligent, sweet, caring.

( ♪ Who Do You Love? -
George Thorogood and the Destroyers ♪ )

You know,
I knew you were in here.

I could smell you all the way outside.

Think it'd be better
if I bit your nose off?

Oh, God, I love it when you talk
that way. It makes me so hot.

Shove it.

Ah-ah-ah-ah! Ah-ah.

Now we're gonna play
"name the wacko". Come on.

I could do this all day, every day.
Who is it?

Give me a name.
Your mama.

Give me the name of the guy
who's whackin' the dealers.

Lists. Eight guys.

Wire's customers
the last two weeks.

Reb's gonna k*ll 'em all.
Thank you.

Big guy.

( ♪ Heaven - Simply Red ♪ )

It's good to be amongst friends.

♪For he's a jolly good fellow♪

♪For he's a jolly good fellow♪

Park's closed, folks. Who
the hell do you think you are?

Park rangers. So you better quit flappin'
your jaws and grab some pavement, mama.

Do something!
Don't just sit there, you wimp!

Yeah, do somethin', you wimp.
Hey, no food in the park.

Yeah!

You wimp!

♪For he's a jolly good fellow♪

Thanks.

The guests say
they never heard a sh*t.

Must've taken Bernier
by surprise too.

Hey, that Gustafson would've
made a hell of a sn*per.

He's a k*ller.

Your buddy Cragun?
Well, he was right.

Every victim did business with Constantine
two weeks before he d*ed.

I wanna catch this psycho.

Call Raiford.

Find out who did his psych workup.

See if he's at all predictable.

Oh, he's predictable.
He never misses.

Why don't we just split up
and cover the remaining three?

Yeah? Who gets yours truly?

A pattern?
Did Genghis Khan have a pattern?

Yeah. r*pe, pillage and burn.

Well, there you have it—
a classic psychopath.

Incapable of emotion
or regard for human life.

A finely tuned machine, eager to destroy
everybody and everything in his path.

You make him sound like a robot.
A robot?

My mistake.
The man is crazy.

He's the devil incarnate.

He makes Manson
look like Mr. Rogers.

He seemed to have formed
an extraordinary bond...

with Edward Constantine.

You know,
like h*tler and Himmler.

You mean
the late Edward Constantine.

And now he feels he must avenge
his friend's death.

Yeah. By snuffin' everyone on the list
until he gets the right one.

Well, in his mind
it makes perfect sense.

Process of elimination,
in the truest sense of the term.

Thank you.
Yeah.

Hey, Reb, man.
Hope you come to party, man.

Hey, Reb, don't be shy, man.

These ladies
have plenty to go around.

I don't swim in dirty water.
What's that supposed to mean?

Have the trash out at 11:00.

We're ridin' tonight.

Hey, man, we're hav—
Don't touch me.

Don't talk anymore,
and just do as I say.

Understand?

If Reb takes out any more of these guys, you
and I are gonna be out of business, partner.

Yeah, and if he completes his list,
you're gonna be ridin' solo, pal of mine.

Then maybe I could get, uh,
partnered off with a real looker.

You know, long legs,
silk stockings and everything.

- Hey, you got something
against my legs? ;)

Hi, kids.
Sorry to break up the party.

Victoria just pulled in,
and she's alone.

No sign of any degenerate,
overactive thyroid case. Bye.

All right. Chances are he'll
show up here or at Zeferelli's, Rico.

Hold it right there!

This is yours.

Rico?

Your partner carry a rabbit's foot or
something? Is that supposed to be funny?

Just wondering, 'cause he's gotta be
the luckiest patient in this hospital.

Another 16th of an inch and you would've
been in your dress blues.
He's gonna be okay, right?

Yeah, well,
he's fine now, basically.

Just got a bad concussion.

Oh, um, yeah. If he seems a little
disoriented, don't worry about it.

It's just the dr*gs. :P

I can't k*ll him.

Take it easy, Rico.

Like a machine.

Two slugs in him,
and he didn't even flinch.

Come on. Easy.

Hang in there, pal.

I know what you're feelin'.

I want you off the streets.
You're too easy of a target.

Listen, you yank me in now,
and we stand to lose Gustafson.

And if he goes underground, I'll be
hit the moment he comes up for air.

I want him out in the open
where I can deal with him.

Switek's on Gustafson.
I want you stakin' the girl.

Yeah, well, tell Switek
not to try to take him alone.

He wants me, and we got a better sh*t at
taking him if we let him come and get me.

I'm tryin' to prevent that.

No. I told you I don't want it.
It's bad money.

Then make somethin' good out of it.

You're in trouble, aren't you?

What trouble?

Next time.

Trudy.

Yeah, it's Switek. I'm on the
end of River Road on Virginia Key.

Yeah. Look, Gustafson went in there alone, but
I'm guessin' the altar boys are in there too.

Got it. I'll have a team there
in two minutes.

Say, Reb.
What?

How many more of these dudes
we gonna ace?

Two more.

Then what?

We're outta this pit.

Where we goin'?

Valhalla.

Valhalla?

That's nice.

Always wanted to go to Europe.

Wire's sister goin' with us?

She doesn't hang around
with trash like you, Toad.

Yeah?

Just give me an address.

Sonny, Castillo does not
want you there.

Damn it, Gina. What am I supposed to do,
wait for a report on this maniac? Sonny—

Just give me a cross street.
Anything.

All right.

End of River Road and Virginia Key.

Attention, occupants.
This is the Metro Police.

You are to immediately vacate the premises
with your hands in plain view.

Exit the house slowly.

Hands above your head.

Don't sh**t! Don't sh**t!

Don't sh**t! We surrender!

Don't sh**t! Don't sh**t!

We surrender! We surrender!
Don't sh**t!

I said, exit the house now!

Hey, Lascoe,
you microwaved that sucker!

( ♪ Tightrope Walk - The Damned ♪ )

Two more for The Wire!

Yah!

Aah!

The bastard!

Burnett, look out!

You awake?

Yeah. Been awake.

You know, it's funny how dawn
makes everything look clean.

Yeah, but they're out there.

Who?

The monsters, the freaks,

the animals.

You think you know the street,

and then every once in a while,
you find a whole new level.

What about the sister?

Gone.

Vanished.
I don't know, I don't know.

Maybe she's innocent.

Be nice to think that there's some
cosmic balance in the universe.

But there sure isn't any innocence.

We've gotta be better.

Better?

What's with this "better" crap?

You really think we're better?

Better sh*ts.