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You wrong-headed, crazy-talking,
lying, mixed-up bastard.

Stupid-ass, baby-face,
confused little meatball.

- I'm confused?
- That's what I said.

I'm confused,
I'll show you confused.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Yeah?

Yeah.

- Yeah, see?
- Uh-huh.

- Look what I got here.
- Whoa. Watch out, will you?

Look at this. Look at this.
Look what I got.

That's childish, you know that?

- Be right back.
- Jeez.

What's that all about?

The two of them are working
on the Hawkins' stabbing.

Paul likes one suspect
for the killing,

and Meldrick
obviously likes another,

and they are wrestling it out.

At least they're passionate
about their work.

Ah, hardly.

I heard the whole thing
start up in the coffee room.

Lewis said something
putting down New Jersey,

and Falsone took it personal.

New Jersey, personal?

So then it's, "Your mama this."
"No, your mama that."

And then the fists start flying.

Mm-hmm.

Nice and quiet
in here now, though.

- Hmm. Yeah.
- Yeah.

Clouded testosterone has risen,

and for one brief moment
we are machismo-free.

Homicide. Sheppard.

Uh-huh.

Right.

Okay.

Got a shooting
behind Hinton High.

- Victim is a teenage girl.
- Need a partner?

- What? You and me?
- Yeah, you and me.

What are you gonna do,
wait around for Lewis?

He's not exactly
jumping to work with any of us.

You know, you two just go, okay?

I am so tired hearing
about Meldrick and his attitude.

All right. Why not, right?

Where are you two headed?

Northwest Baltimore.
Body behind Hinton High.

What about Lewis?

Lewis and Falsone
are hard at work on a case,

so Ballard and I are gonna
go find out who done it.

- Together?
- Together.

"Destiny."

According to her student ID,

your victim's name
is Jackie Keib.

Born 9/5/83.

A sophomore
in this fine institution.

So she's 15.

- Looks older.
- A little.

Cuts and bruises all over, too.

Some partly healed,
plenty of them fresh.

Yeah, well, whoever shot her,
beat her up beforehand.

Possible sexual assault.

- Where's the ME?
- Should be here any minute.

Good thing it's a weekend,

so her classmates
didn't have to find her

on their way into school.

- Who did?
- Uh, Mrs. Angela Willerford.

She's in the house
with the white fence.

All right, well,
why don't you go call the morgue

and find out what the delay is?

Yes, ma'ams.

Destiny. Nickname, maybe?

Yeah, could be.

You believe in it?

- Destiny?
- No.

Not this kind, anyway.

It's been three weeks.
Isn't that long enough?

Be strong, John.
You can make it.

Seven more days.

I don't know why I agreed
to this plan.

I mean,
what difference does it make

if we have sex
before the wedding?

It's not like
we've never done it before.

Exactly.

I want things to seem different
after we're married.

Call it quits for a month or so,
things are bound to seem fresh.

Billie Lou,
how many husbands have you had?

- Three.
- How many wives have I had?

- Three.
- That makes six exes between us.

We may be a lot of things,
my dear,

but fresh ain't among them.

Now come over here and kiss me.

John,

I want you
to talk to my neighbor.

The waif
with the biker boyfriend?

The biker ex-boyfriend.
They broke up six weeks ago.

- He won't leave her alone.
- He's stalking her?

I confronted him once,
told him to bug off.

He told me
to mind my own business.

Well, he's right. You should.

But you're a cop.

She might take you
more seriously.

Mm.

She works
at After Midnight on Broadway.

- I could go there now.
- Mm-hmm.

But first, one thing. A quickie.

I could put
the clothes sign on the door,

and we could sneak back
to the office.

Come on, baby.

Hey.

You'll thank me
on our wedding night.

I'm gonna be late
for work again.

My boss is gonna fire me.
He don't care what's the reason.

Okay, well,
we'll try to get through this

as quickly as possible,
Mrs. Willerford.

What time
did you hear the gunshots?

6:45.

I'd just gotten out of bed,
and I look out this window.

I see her lying on the ground
and him running away.

- Him?
- The boy who shot her.

He sticks a gun in his pants,

jumps over the fence,
and heads off down Babcock.

How well did you see this kid?
Can you describe him for us?

Baggy pants, black,
baggy shirt, black,

and an orange ball cap.

Well, did you see his face?

- Big guy? Little?
- On the small side.

- Black, white?
- Black.

Can I go to work now, please?

I just thought for sure
it would be Tonya.

I mean, Jackie,

I thought she had a chance
at turning out okay.

It was always Tonya
who was chin deep in trouble.

Tonya's your other daughter?

- How old is she?
- 16.

And Jackie, she always
looked up to her big sister

from the time
they were in diapers.

But then, you know,
they started getting older.

And Jackie,
she tries to keep up.

But she just was never
as strong inside as her sister.

So that's why
when Tonya met Reggie Nash

and started hanging
with them Terrace boys,

I begged Jackie to stay away.

The Terrace boys?

That's all
those kids from Calhoun Terrace.

You know,
Tonya swears up and down,

"Oh, they're not a real gang.

They're just a group of friends
hanging out together."

But you think
that they're a gang.

I know that's what they are.

I mean, they're wearing
all the same clothes,

calling each other
by them crazy nicknames.

Tonya calls herself Crystal,

and Jackie was Destiny.

She wouldn't be there right now

if she wasn't mixed up
with them.

Miss Keib, we have a witness
who saw a young man with a gun

running out of the schoolyard.

Was Jackie mixed up
with any one kid in particular?

Did she have a boyfriend?

Not that I know of.

Can you give us
a list of gang members?

No, because I don't let them
up in my house.

It's just better
you should ask Tonya.

- Where is she now?
- I'm right here.

I'm Detective Ballard.
This is Detective Sheppard.

Where's Destiny at?

Jackie got killed, baby.

Tonya, the detectives
have questions.

You need to answer
their questions.

- Was she shot?
- When did you see
your sister last?

- Where'd you find her at?
- You two went out last night?

Yeah, we went out.
Ma, where is boot?

Crystal, slow down.
We need to know
when you last saw Jackie.

Three, 3:30,
whenever she left the party.

Whose party?

Tonya, please,
answer the questions.

Ma, back off, all right?
Back off. Back off.

Tonya, please.

It was TJ's party.

- What did you say?
- We went to TJ's house.

- Jackie left without us.
- Tonya took you out last night?

- To a party?
- Talk with her.

I'll go catch Crystal.

Hey.

So, who did Jackie
leave with last night?

- I don't know.
- Was it a boy or a girl?

- Boy.
- You don't remember his name?

- What about TJ's last name?
- I don't know.

I'll tell you
what she does know.

She knows
that she wasn't supposed to be

outside of this house
after dark.

She knows that she was
supposed to be in bed asleep.

Do you want
to end up like Jackie?

Is that it?
Is that what you want?

Get back here, Rochelle!

Excuse us.

- Crystal's gone.
- Well, let's find her.

How far could she go?

That's nice
of Billie Lou to worry.

But, really, I'm fine.

Your old boyfriend's
not harassing you?

Well, I don't know
if I'd call it that.

Jay didn't want to break up.
I did.

It makes sense he'd be angry.

And eventually, he'll stop.

Billie Lou says
he bangs on your door,

he stands outside the house.

So, he's a little obsessive
right now.

Look, I swear, I'm okay.

Has Jay ever hit you?

Yeah, I should get back to work.

You tell me that Jay
hasn't been violent with you,

that you're not scared of him,
I'm gone.

It's that simple.

Do you want me to talk to Jay?

One conversation,
he's out of your hair.

I can be very persuasive.

Yeah, I can see that.

So, it's okay?
I have your permission?

Good.

Just don't tell him
that I sent you.

A gang member?

Mm-hmm.
That's the mother's description.

She says
that her oldest daughter,

Tonya, AKA Crystal,

started seeing a boy
named Reggie Nash,

who was part of a whole crew of
bad boys from Calhoun Terrace.

Big sister pulls kid sister
into the scene.

Kid sister ends up dead.

What about the Terrace boys?

Do you have a list of names?

So far, just Reggie Nash

and a kid called TJ
who threw a party last night.

Victim's younger sister says
Jackie left with the boy,

but can't give us a name.

Is this another gang member?

He's at the party.
Odds are he is.

Our one witness,
Mrs. Willerford says

that she saw a teenage boy
dressed in black and orange

running away
from the crime scene.

Now, Terrace colors
are orange and black,

so the kid
that Jackie left the party with

could be the same one
who shot her.

Was she sexually assaulted?

Fully clothed.
No evidence of trauma.

But we're waiting
on the autopsy.

After that, your next task
is to find the older sister

and get her to ID
this mystery gang member.

We've got scars,
we've got burns,

fractures, punctures,
lacerations, contusions.

For a 15-year-old girl,

this body is seen more
than a share of abuse.

How much of the damage
was inflicted last night?

The gunshots, of course.

The blows
to the head and the torso.

The elbow abrasions.

And the rest of the injuries,

the majority look
at least four to five days old.

- Like these slashes here?
- Mm-hmm.

Made either with a razor blade
or an extremely small knife.

And she has identical gashes
inside her mouth.

- Oh.
Any guess how they got there.
- First for me.

What about the vaginal exam?
Did you find anything there?

The swabs indicated
that your victim had sex

shortly before she was killed.

- Forced or consensual?
- I couldn't say.

I mean, just because
there was no trauma,

doesn't mean it wasn't rape.

Hmm.

Who did you leave
that party with, Jackie?

So which TJ you want?

Whichever one
had a party on Saturday night.

You after that TJ?
You in the wrong corner.

I thought
he was a part of your crew.

The boy's EAB.
That's all I'm saying.

EAB?

Edmondson Avenue Boys.

EAG for the girls.

- Were you and TJ's on Saturday?
- Hell, no.

We don't show up
at their parties.
They don't show up at ours.

Well, what were Crystal
and Destiny doing there, then?

Good question.
You oughta ask Crystal.

Crystal?

Um, she went shopping.

Shopping?
Well, do you know where at?

Um, up at Goldie's
up on Northern Parkway.

- Northern Parkway and what?
- Oh, no, no, no.

She didn't even go to Goldie's.

She probably at The Studio.

Okay. What's The Studio?

Is that a clothing store
or something?

Well, maybe she didn't
even go shopping at all.

Didn't she say
she was going to Pittsburgh?

Pittsburgh.

Or was it Vegas?

All right.
Let's think here.

Where'd you used to go
when you were 16

and you'd skip school?

I was a real rebel.
I'd sneak into R movies.

- Grab a bite to eat.
- Okay.

There's a whole string
of fast food joints on Eastern.

- You can go check those out.
- Might as well give it a try.

- These Terrace girls
definitely aren't talking.
- Yeah.

Maybe if we sported
a couple of orange bandanas.

Hmm.

My fiancée lives downstairs
from Lizzie Solek.

Yeah, I thought
you looked familiar.

You gonna marry that wacko?

Lizzie tells me
she likes to play her violin
with her boobs hanging out.

And Billie Lou told me
that you're hanging out
where you're no longer wanted.

She's seen you in the building,
standing around outside.

What are you
doing there, Faires?

You know,
I don't have to listen to this.

Who are you
to be talking to me anyway?

- Baltimore Homicide.
- That's great.

When I murder someone,
you can come back and cuff me.

Right now,
I want you out of this yard.

What if I stay?
What are you gonna do, hit me?

- What?
- Come on.

Hit me.
Or do you only hit women?

Stay away from the girl, Faires.

Hello, Crystal.

You ran out
before we could talk.

Maybe now's a better time.

You're not eating your food.

I'm not hungry, that's all.

She won't give me
none of her French fries.

Buy your own French fries,
you little ho.

- I ain't got no money.
- Hey, ho, I got a better idea.

How about
I give you a few dollars,

you go order some more food

and let us
sit here with Crystal.

- Is that cool with you, Crystal?
- Go on.

She looks awful young.
How old is she?

- 11? 12?
- Shy K's 13.

But she's part
of your crew, right?

A Terrace girl?

Your little sister Rochelle,

I guess
she's gonna be one too, right?

Look, Rochelle told us

that you took her
to the party the other night.

You're a good big sister.

Bring her in early.
Showing her the ropes.

You did the same thing
for Destiny, right?

She said that Destiny
left the party before you did.

She left with some guy.

Who'd she leave with, Crystal?
What was the guy's name?

Whoever he is,
I'm sure he's EAB.

You watched your sister go off
with a rival gang member.

You must have known
she wasn't safe.

And yet you're the one
that took her there

in the first place,
to an EAB party.

You know what?
This is messed up.

- I don't have to be here.
- You know what?

- Yes, you do.
- Oh, that right?

You two crack me up.

Ain't nothing
but a couple of college girls.

Think they so tough
'cause they Balto PD.

We think we're tough,
is that what she just said?

Yeah, that's what she said.

I think it's someone else
who's trying to be tough.

"My sister's dead,
I don't give a damn."

"Oh, I don't give
a damn about anything, really.

I'm too cold to care,
I'm too bad to be sad."

"I'm a mean, angry,
cold-hearted bitch."

Get in my face,
you're gonna be sorry.

- You got that right.
- Do we?

Because you didn't seem
so cold-hearted this morning.

I saw the look on your face
when we told you about Destiny.

Yeah, I mean,
you were close to your sister.

Your mother told us
that Jackie worshipped you.

You brought her into that game.

You never thought
it would cost her her life.

Jackie would be alive right now
if it weren't for you.

You can't feel
too good about that.

She doesn't feel
too good about that.

That's why she took off.

She didn't want us
to watch her cry.

That's why she didn't want us
to see her weak.

- Weak?
- Weak.

Please.
Take a look at these, all right?

And this. And this.

Fat Trick pulls a knife on me,
misses my heart by one inch.

I'm in the hospital ten days,

tubes sticking out of my arms,
mama praying over my bed.

Some EAG fool
stabs me with her umbrella.

I knee in the gut,
homegirl loses her baby.

Oh, and these. These right here.

These my daddy gave me
when I was still in the crib.

Put his cigarettes out
right into my skin.

Now you look at them.
You still think I ever cry?

You still thinking I'm weak?

Damn.

New Jersey's population
is 8,052,849.

Maryland weighs in
just over five.

So the Garden Stat's
got you beat

by about three million people.

That would explain
why your turnpike

is always jammed
to a standstill.

Hey, what you doing here, Lewis?

Aren't you working
the Keib case with Sheppard?

No, I'm not working
the Keib case with Sheppard.

Hey, you see,
Lewis doesn't partner
with women anymore.

So Sheppard
took Ballard instead.

That ain't true.
I do still partner with women.

I'm closing the Hawkins deal
with you, ain't I?

There.

So Sheppard and Ballard are
working the case together, huh?

Well, they're trying to, anyway.

From the sound of things,
they may be
in a bit over their head.

I guess this dead Keib person
is a gangbanger.

Well, girl gangbanger, granted.

But gangbangers
are all the same.

Well, you gotta
laugh anyway, though.

I mean, the first time

two lady detectives
get together on a case,

they wind up between
the Crips and the Bloods.

Wait a minute, are you sure
it's the first time?

Gee's put two women
on cases before.

Name one.

Hmm, I don't know.
I guess I can't.

Personally, I'm not laughing.

I'm even a little concerned.

Yeah, well,
there's no need for concern.

I mean, Sheppard has got
her ass kicked before.

First sign of any real trouble,

they're gonna be radioing
one of us to come to the rescue.

I don't know.

I think
you're being a little too hard

on our female colleagues,
Meldrick.

I don't think there's any limit
to what women can do.

Take Christine Todd Whitman.

That's it. I'm out of here.

First female governor
of the state of New Jersey.

Lowered income tax
by a full 30%.

Crime rate's the lowest
it's been in the past 25 years.

Destiny had her own
set of scars and bruises.

You want to tell us
how they got there?

She had cuts inside her mouth.

You don't know
anything about that?

Oh, Crystal, come on.
Help us out here.

We're trying to solve
your sister's murder.

And doing
a damn good job of it, too.

Those cuts don't have
nothing to do with anything.

They don't?

She ain't know
how to carry a razor.

I tried to teach her.

She sliced up
the inside of her cheek.

You keep razor blades
in your mouth?

Gotta hide
your weapon someplace.

What about the other injuries?

- The cuts, the bruises?
- What about them?

Oh, I guess
they don't have nothing to do

- with anything either.
- They don't.

- She got jumped in on Monday.
- Initiated.

Rest of the gang
gangs up on a new girl.

Ten minutes of rib banging,
nose breaking, free for all.

Girl lives through
that kind of beating.

You know she's true Terrace.

She's ready to take on anyone.

Like the EABs, for example.

So is that why
you took Destiny to TJ's party?

To take on the EAB?

I didn't bring Destiny anywhere.

- She got sent.
- By who?

- Forget it.
- You don't tell us.

How are we supposed to believe
that anyone else was involved?

You took her
to the party, Crystal.

- You set her up.
- No, I didn't.

Yes, you did.
You got your own sister killed.

It wasn't me.

It was Reggie.

He sends Destiny to TJ's crib.

Tells her to go flirt
with their crew.

Reggie knows Destiny
go rubbing up against some EAB,

they ain't gonna be able
to hold nothing back.

She's supposed to get
the boy all hot and bothered.

Then find out where they scored

their last shipment
from New York.

- And did she?
- Nah.

I find out
Reggie's pimping my sister.

I book over to TJ's. We walk in.

Destiny's with some guy.

She's wiggling and giggling,
kissing him.

All wide-eyed.

Problem is,
I could tell she ain't faking.

See, she's had a thing for
this kid since we was little.

They knew each other?

Boy grew up on our block
up through the fourth grade.

His moms moved across town.
He turns out EAB.

Destiny, she tends
to forget this fact.

Anyway, I grab her arm.
I tell her we gotta go.

He slaps my hand away

and tells me
to mind my own business.

What's this guy's name?

Damon Kelley.
EABs call him Casper.

Damn, girl,
how you get to be so stupid?

Out front. Move.

Do you mind?

So this guy Casper
killed your sister?

I don't know.
I'm gonna find out.

And when you do,
you're gonna let us know, right?

Look, the beeper number's
on this card.

You can call us anytime.

- I gotta go.
- Day, night, whenever.

Look, I'll call, all right?

Would you move
your skinny behind?

Catch you later.

"Catch you later."
Yeah, I won't hold my breath.

They're not as tough
as they're pretending to be.

I find it very hard to believe
that they're really this cold,

that they're
serious gangbangers.

You can't believe it,
or you don't want to believe it?

It's always me
who's telling you what to do.

Streets of Baltimore,

it's an equal opportunity world
these days.

Yeah. Let's go find Casper.

Saturday's the big day, huh?

You and Munch ready?
Are you getting excited?

More than you can imagine.

Then I guess
there'll be no chance

you'll be changing your mind.

I'll get you that ketchup.

Howdy, neighbor.

Your cop fiancé
stopped by to see me yesterday.

He did.

Don't play dumb
with me, cleavage.

I know you told him
I was beating on Lizzie.

I told him I was concerned.

That's for your concern.

Hey, hey, hey!

What the hell
do you think you're doing?

All right,
hands behind your back.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

- Right there, right there.
- Billie Lou, are you okay?

- Where's John?
- Hey!

Do you think
that we should call for backup?

Backup?
We're just going
to question a suspect.

Yeah, a suspect
who's a gangbanger

on his own corner
with his gangbanging buddies.

You saying you're nervous?

No, I'm just saying

that I think
it doesn't hurt to be careful.

It's the exact situation
the guys think
that we cannot handle.

You know, anything goes wrong,
it shows them
that they're right.

But if we call in backup,
that shows them we have doubts.

- Which we don't.
- Laura, it's broad daylight.

There are two of us.

Besides, we've done
just fine so far.

Practically everyone
we've talked to in this case
has been a gangbanger.

Yeah, well, they also happen
to be teenage girls.

I mean, Crystal is, what, 16?

How was the kid
in Munch's last case,

the one
that shot up that cashier?

He was 14.

Crystal and her friends
act tough and everything,

but I'm having a very hard time
seeing them as killers.

Because they're just girls?

Do you really think
that Crystal would go out

and avenge her sister's death?

Truth is, even if Crystal
plans on shooting Casper,

it's not going to happen.

Why is that?

Because we're going
to get the bastard first.

We're looking for Casper.

Which one of you is Casper?

That's me, sweetheart.

I'm Casper. What's up?

Detective Sheppard and Ballard,
Baltimore Homicide.

We want to talk to you
about Jackie Keib.

Feel like stepping
in the car for a second?

Check them out.

Yeah, I'll get
in the car with you.

Hell yeah,
I'll get in the car with you.

- You want to handcuff me?
- Get in the car.

Serious.

You sure
you don't want to handcuff me?

Because you never know,

I might try
to reach out and grab you.

Answer the question, Casper.

Did you have sex
with Jackie Keib?

We found semen in Jackie's body.

We run the DNA,
we're going to know it's yours.

Damn straight, it's mine.

I mean, yeah, we had sex,
but it wasn't rape.

She wanted it.

Jackie had abrasions
on her elbows and knees.

I suppose she wanted those, too.

Look, some girls like it rough,

and I just give girls
what they like.

Yeah, you're a real
ladies' man, Casper.

Okay, so Jackie
shows up at this party,

and she sees you sitting there,
and she can't resist you.

Yeah, that's how it turned out,

but I knew why she was at TJ's
from the start.

Terrence boys sent
that bitch in as bait.

I ain't stupid.

But you knew her, right?

Her sister said
you were neighbors kids.

Yeah, and I liked her fine,
you know.

We were 11.

I liked her a lot,
actually, you know.

Like the girl next door, so...

Not anymore.

No, we all grown now,
and it's all about business now.

Where'd you take her to?

My boy Corey's crib on Edgemont.

Oh, why not your place?

It was too far away.

Plus, Neecee was there, so.

Neecee? Is that your girlfriend?

That's my baby's mother.

We've been together two years.

I was home at four.

Okay,
and she'll testify to that?

Yep.

What's Neecee's full name?

Denice Raeburn.

You think
I killed Jackie Keib, don't you?

We do.

But you know
the kid at the scene

was decked all in orange.

- How'd you know that?
- What are my colors, huh?

You see any orange?

You could've changed clothes.

How else would you know
what the shooter was wearing?

Because I know. That's how.

- Okay? I heard it.
- Who did you hear it from?

You don't get it that easily.
You gotta get rolled in first.

- Don't you mean jumped in?
- No, I mean rolled in.

Roll the dice, one through 12.

Whatever number comes up,
that's the guy you gotta do.

Take a roll, maybe you get
my number, huh, babe?

You down?

What about you, short and sexy?

You ever been
with a ghetto hero before?

- All right, that's enough.
- Oh, here we go.

That's what I'm talking about.
I like the rough stuff.

Look at you.
Oh, yes, here we go.

Oh, no,
you're not going anywhere.

My partner and I are
gonna go pay Neecee a visit.

He'll wipe out your alibi.

Damon Kelley
is a lying son of a bitch.

Don't believe a thing that
flies out of that man's mouth.

He never came home
Saturday night?

10:30 p.m., he tells

me he's going over
to TJ's house.

And he's halfway out that door

when he asked me
if I wanted to come along.

I said, "No,
I'm not coming along.

I have to take care
of the baby."

So he left alone?

I don't see him again
until noon the next day.

And then he comes in here
holding his head,

asking me for some pancakes.

I mean, as if I haven't talked
to my girls already.

Like I don't know
what he's been up to.

What'd they tell you exactly?

They said
that he left TJ's party

with that Terrace girl ho.

Jackie Keib.

Don't you mention
that ho's name in my house.

You do know that she was shot?

Yeah, I know she was shot.
She's still a ho.

All them Terrace girls
ain't nothing

but some skanks and some sluts
and some easy-ass hussies.

I'm glad that she's dead.

Because if somebody
hadn't offed her,

I'd have done it myself.

Have you ever
killed someone before?

Beat up many a ho

till they begged
for their lives.

Knocked out some teeth.

Broke a few noses.

Of course, once I had him,
I swore I'd take it easy.

That's why I'm glad

I didn't have
to jump that bitch.

Glad somebody else
did that for me.

So, do you have any idea
who this somebody else is?

One of her own crew.

A Terrace boy hears
that she got down with my man,

and decides that he's gonna
put an end to her hoing around.

You don't think
Damon could have done it?

No, I don't think
Damon could have done it.

To have sex with a ho
ain't the same as shooting her.

That bastard may mess around.
He may treat us like meat.

But he would
never shoot a woman.

You sure about that?

I wouldn't stay with him
if he didn't show some respect.

Neecee had a lot to tell us.

- Yeah, that bitch can talk.
- Oh, the bitch sure can.

She said you never showed up
on Saturday night.

Look,
I told you I ain't stupid.

I knew
if I didn't have an alibi,

you wasn't gonna believe me.

I thought
she'd back me up, though.

Oh, that's rich.

You go out,
you do another woman,

you cheat on your girlfriend.

And you expect her
to lie for you?

- She's my baby's mother.
- Exactly.

So, Neecee finds out
about Destiny,

which you must have known
that she would.

And what, you thought that maybe
she'd be happy about it?

That's what took her so long.

We stood and we listened
while she said her mind.

You're a liar and a cheat.

And Jackie Keib,
may she rest in peace,

is a skank and a ho.

Neecee swears
she would have killed her

if she weren't dead already.

That's one angry woman, Casper.

She's in no mood
to cover your ass.

She'll get over it.

I'm sorry?

I said she'll get over it.

She'll come around.
Neecee always comes around.

I mean, you do something wrong,

or it's that time of the month,
she'll bite your head off.

Picking up steak knives,

threatening this,
threatening that.

Five minutes later, she's
cooking me a nice breakfast.

Look, you could
go back right now.

I bet you
she'd change the story.

Casper, we already
have our answer.

She blew your alibi.

I was home at four o'clock.

Not according to Neecee,
you weren't.

Well, Neecee wouldn't know,
because Neecee wasn't there.

Neecee wasn't home?

Do you know where she was?

She could have went
a lot of places.

That's nice. That's nice.

How about
outside the high school?

Outside the school?

What?

Neecee says
she wanted to kill Jackie.

Do you think
she could have done it?

Neecee? Nah.

One of the Terrace boys did it.
You got a witness.

Witnesses can be wrong.

We have a boy in an orange cap.
We have him running away.

Now, Neecee,
Neecee has it out for Jackie.

Neecee has a motive.

Look, Neecee
don't have the juice.

I told you already,
Neecee don't have what it takes.

None of them girls
are like that.

- Not as tough as you are, huh?
- That's all an act.

They pretend to be fierce
when they nothing but feeble.

Feeble, huh?

Look, it's not
like it's their fault.

You know,
the Lord never meant women

to be fighting and killing.

The Lord meant them for sex
and popping out babies.

Does that feel feeble to you?
Hmm?

- What the hell are you doing?
- Sheppard, let go, huh?

Do you still think
she's too weak?

Do you think the girl's too weak
because if she is,

then that must mean
you're guilty, huh?

You're gonna break my damn arm.

Okay, let's go.
Sheppard, come on.

She's a crazy bitch.

Neecee should have
shot you instead.

Since when did the girlfriend
turn into a suspect?

Neecee knows the victim
was having sex with Casper.

Even claims she would
have killed Jackie Keib

if someone hadn't already.

Then Casper tells us
Neecee was gone

when he got home that night.

Mm-mm.
If he got there that night.

He says she wasn't there.
She says he wasn't there.

One of them is lying,
and I'm sorry, I gotta pick him.

For what reason?
There's more evidence.

He admits that he was
with Jackie Keib till 3:30.

- He admits
that he slept with her.
- And?

And it seems like
Neecee was blowing off steam.

She was posturing
saying she'd kill Keib.

Now you're sounding like Casper.

Don't dismiss your witness.

She put a boy
at the scene of the crime.

Yeah, a boy
wearing orange and black.

Not Casper's gang color.

Well, like you said,
he could have changed clothes

for some kind of disguise.

- She could have, too.
- What?

How do we know that Neecee
wasn't dressed as a Terrace boy?

How do we know Jackie Keib
wasn't killed by a Terrace boy?

I'm listening to you talk
about lies and disguises,

but have you even considered
the simplest option?

Lieutenant,
I've got a hunch on this.

Let me go to Neecee first.

We'll tell her
that Casper said she's gone

and see
if she's got an answer for it.

Fine. What about Casper?

Are you going
to leave him locked up

in my interrogation room?

He's tough. He can handle it.

Neecee?

I'm gonna look upstairs.

Denice?

- Going somewhere?
- Who let you up here?

Your mother did.

We solved your sister's murder.

Neecee killed Destiny.

I could have told you that.

Oh, you should
have told us that.

Couldn't. I just found out.
I have time.

Right, because you were too busy
shooting Neecee Raeburn.

I knew you'd think I offed her.

Who else would have done it?

I don't know. Anybody.

Everybody. But not me.

I don't want to be
part of that game no more.

You know what I'm saying?
I'm through with gangbanging.

You're quitting
the Terrace girls?

Don't you think
it's a little late for that now?

Look, I know my crew is

not going to make leaving
easy for me.

They'd rather see me bleed
than walk away.

- So you're running instead?
- Hell yeah.

I stay in Baltimore, I'm going
to end up just like Destiny.

My own girls are after me.

EABs thinking I offed Neecee.

I ain't got no other choice
but to be someplace else.

How about inside a city jail?

What? You taking me downtown?

Open your mouth, Tonya.
You got anything in there?

Open your mouth.

Yo, you know
I ain't touched that trick.

You know
I ain't touched that trick.

Get your hands behind your back.

Now. Please.

That's right. That's cool.

Lock a sister up, right?

I'll be just as dead
as I will be on the streets.

Where are you going, Tonya?

- Can I come with you?
- No, you stay here, Rochelle.

You stick with Mama, all right?
Take that thing off your head.

Give me a kiss.

Do we have
a case against Crystal?

Well, that depends.
The motive's there, no question.

You still got a murder weapon?

We don't have a gun,
but we're not empty-handed.

Crystal had these
hidden in her dresser drawer.

Don't tell me she shaves.

Denice Raeburn's face
was slashed.

This package is open.
There's one blade missing.

It's better than nothing,
but not by much.

I'll move ahead,
but there's so little evidence,

if this goes to trial,
odds are she'll get off.

What other choice do we have?
Just let her go?

I'll talk to her PD.

See if they're willing
to accept a manslaughter plea.

And with that,
we'll say good night
to our Terrace boys and girls.

At least for the time being.

Thank you, Detectives.
Thank you, Davers.

- Sheppard.
- Yeah?

You haven't partnered with Lewis
for quite some time now.

If there was a problem,
you'd let me know, right?

Right.

There's no problem, Gee.

Good.

I just wanted you
to talk to her, John.

I didn't expect
you'd go threaten the boyfriend.

Not to make excuses, Billie Lou,
but have you ever considered

that my testosterone-riddled
behavior

might have something to do
with our current situation?

You mean all this happened
because we haven't had sex?

I haven't had
any release in three weeks.

I just might have been feeling
especially potent.

I may have needed to get rid
of some pent-up energy.

You're hurting my head, John.
Sit down.

Easy, baby. I'll take it easy.

You'll see, honey,
I will take it easy.

In less than a week,

this wedding will be over with,

and I'll be back
to my usual docile, sweet self.

I'm afraid it's going to be
a little later than that.

Excuse me?

You don't expect me
to get married

looking like this, do you?

We have to postpone the wedding
until the welt goes away.

You can make it
a little longer, baby.

Only one or two more weeks.

Two weeks?

Three at the most.

So, Neecee kills Destiny,

and Crystal kills Neecee.

So much for the gentler sex.

Neither one of them felt
they had a choice.

Someone shoots your sister,
someone sleeps with your man,

someone has to pay for it.

Yeah, I don't know
why I'm so shocked.

I mean, I've seen
female killers before.

I guess I just wanted
to give women more credit.

You know, you expect boys

to be capable
of this kind of violence,

not girls.

Your father beats on you
from the time you're born.

You grow up around guys
like our lovely friend Casper.

How is she going to end up?

How is she going
to get any respect?

- By acting ladylike?
- Nope.

By acting tough,
by being strong.

If you live your life
that way long enough,

it becomes who you are.

So, it's a man's world,

and we have to play
by their rules.

There's got to be another way.

Well, you figure it out,
you let me know.

Hey.

Heard you two
put down the Keib murder.

- Good work.
- Did you expect any different?

Of course not.

Let's celebrate. The Waterfront.

Well, we're buying
the first round.

Oh, if you insist.

Hey, wait up.

- You coming?
- Hey.

- Hey, Meldrick.
- Sheppard.

Ballard and I are buying.
You want to come have a drink?

No, I think I'll pass, thanks.

You sure?

Yeah, you'll do fine without me.

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing.

Meldrick, how long
are you going to keep this up?

You got a problem,
I'm not going to let it stop me.

I'm going to keep doing my job.

Yeah, as well
you should, you know?

Yeah.
Just go have yourself a drink.

Enjoy yourself.

Okay.

Damn.

Damn.