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- [DOOR ALARM BUZZES]
- DETENTION OFFICER 1: All clear.

[HANDCUFFS CLINKING]

RADIO OFFICER 1:
One in burgundy's
going downtown...

I ain't gonna be here long,
you know.

That's all I'm saying.

They just don't know
who they're fucking with.

RADIO OFFICER 2:
Copy. Jenkins for transport.

Now, I'm sure they realize,
you know,

you know, by now,
they got the wrong guy.

I mean, phone calls,
they're being made.

Swear to God, man, my boy's
got a game this weekend.

I miss that shit,
I'm gonna sue, motherfucker.

You can bet your ass on that.

DETENTION OFFICER 2: Stop.

- [RADIO STATIC]
- Jenkins, Wayne.

Transport
to US District Court lockup.

- RADIO OFFICER 3: Copy. Jenkins for transport.
- DETENTION OFFICER 2: Let's go.

[HANDCUFFS CLINK]

[SIGHS]

[GRUNTS]

[DOOR SLAMS]

[INHALES]

[SIGHS]

[BANGING ON DESK]

[SIGHS]
You're fucking out of your mind.

Eh...

[SIGHS DEEPLY]

[THUDS ON DESK]

[CLICKS TONGUE, SIGHS]

[THUDS ON DESK]

♪ [TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

BRIAN HAIRSTON: And every
fucking shift I end up

- with the piece of shit 14 Unit.
- [KEYBOARD CLACKING]

Doesn't fucking matter if
midnight had it in Sector One,

by roll call, that wreck
is back on the lot,

waiting for two-A-15 post.

OFFICER: Oh, my heart
bleeds for you, Hairston.

HAIRSTON: Fuck you, man.
You don't have to drive

that junk every day.

[OVERLAPPING CONVERSATIONS]

- You Jenkins?
- WAYNE JENKINS: Yes, sir.

Come on. I'm not a sir.

I'm two-Baker-23 post,
and so are you.

- Excuse me?
- Sergeant says you ride with me.

I'm your training officer.
Eddie Barber.

Okay.

- EDDIE BARBER: Tell me something, Jenkins.
- JENKINS: Sure.

- What's your sequence number?
- Uh, sequence number?

Henry-383, sir.
I'm... I'm sorry, I mean, Ed.

[CHUCKLES] They're popping them
out of the academy

with Henry-sequence numbers?
Holy fucking Christ.

- I'm a Frank.
- Okay.

- BARBER: You need coffee?
- Uh, no thank you.

I fuckin' need coffee.
No police work without coffee.

[JENKINS SCOFFS]

Shift attention!

SHIFT LIEUTENANT: All right
everyone, find your seats.

You sit right here.

Today's the same
as yesterday, gents.

The brass want bodies.
All you got.

All corners are indicted.
All drug-free zones are empty.

All the humbles are in play.
We clear the streets.

Lieutenant,
you know this is bullshit.

They cut most of them guys loose
right inside of the jail doors.

So what? We still leave
the corners empty for the night,

and if the corners are empty,

they can't
fuckin' shoot each other.

This is the priority.

And if you don't give
your shiny silver bracelets

a workout today, you'll need
to see me after the shift

to explain why.

- HAIRSTON: It's a date.
- SHIFT LIEUTENANT: I'd prefer it not be,

but I'm not judging you
if that's...

All that shit they taught you
in the Academy about procedure

and probable cause?

Fuck that now.

And what do they call it now,

cultural sensitivity training
they give you?

Fuck that shit, too.

This is Baltimore.

SHIFT LIEUTENANT: Jones, Tyler.
Date of birth, March 31st, 1978.

Wanted for heroin trafficking.

Address, 1100
East Fayette Street.

Warrant was issued
August 13th...

- [POLICE SIREN CHIRPS]
- JAYLIN: You gonna lock me up for comin' out the carry-out?

- Shut the fuck up.
- This some bullshit, man.

Can't stand the police, man.
Bullshit, man.

Just tryin' to get
some chicken out here, man.

[ARRESTEES CLAMORING]

BARBER: If I get stuck
with a needle,

- you gonna take an ass-whupping.
- I ain't got no needle, man.

I ain't doing shit.
I was gonna go see my girl

when y'all rolled up.

BARBER: Where's your girl live?

- DAMANI: Port Street.
- BARBER: We're on Milton.

DAMANI: I was walking there.
Goddamn!

- [INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]
- [ARRESTEES EXCLAIMING]

Hey, come take him.

- [GROANS]
- [CABLE TIE ZIPPING]

- DAMANI: Come on, man!
- What's the charge on that guy?

Loitering in a drug-free zone,

failure to yield,
failure to obey.

What's any of that do in court?

Doesn't go to court.
Pulls them off the street

till they see
the Court Commissioner

in the morning,
then they drop the charges.

Or if the ASA cuts him loose
on the jail side,

- then maybe he's indoors till early morning.
- Man, fuck you!

- And that's a good thing?
- That's what they want.

Like the LT says,
if we clear the corners,

they'll stop
shooting each other.

If they stop shooting
each other,

the murder rate goes down,

and if the murder rate
goes down,

the mayor
gets to be the governor.

[SCOFFS] So all this is
about the mayor, huh?

BARBER: Fuckin' O'Malley
promised he'd get

the murder rate
below 200 a year,

but he ain't even close.
So we gotta clear the corners

so that the governor can't say
Marty runs a shithole city.

- [ARRESTEES CLAMORING]
- [POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

You just gonna
lock anybody up, huh?

Anybody and everybody.

ARRESTEE 2:
Get your hands off of me!

BARBER: You two wanna ride?

- This my house.
- BARBER: I don't give a fuck.

You gonna lock me up
for sitting on my own steps?

BARBER: I am
if you're still on your ass

ten seconds from now.

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

ARRESTEE 3:
What're we being charged for?

See? Like the bosses say,

them two fellas
ain't gonna get shot

- or shoot anyone now.
- [CHUCKLES]

BARBER:
That's the theory, anyway.

Yeah.

ARRESTEE 3:
Excuse me, I'm talking to you!

- I get it.
- ARRESTEE 4: What did we do?

We asked you, what did we do?

OFFICER 1: [OVER RADIO]
What's the 20 on the 10-14?

OFFICER 2:
Five-hundred block of Milton.

ARRESTEE 3:
Why am I being detained?

♪ [THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

- Back up!
- Back up!

LARRY HOGAN:
Baltimore is a poster child

for the basic failure
to stop lawlessness.

CROWD: No justice, no peace!

I have heard your calls
for no justice, no peace...

CROWD: No justice, no peace!

♪ [THEME MUSIC CONTINUES]

KEVIN DAVIS: Where there's
smoke, there's fire.

These officers,
they're 1930s-style gangsters.

♪ [THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES]

- [DOOR ALARM BUZZES]
- [INMATES CLAMORING]

What's going on, Jemell?
You good, man?

Hey. Ain't nothin' but a quick
visit downtown for me, man.

- Yeah?
- JENKINS: Yeah, man!

I told 'em nothing!

Don't say shit,
ain't gonna be shit, Jemell!

Just keep your mouth shut!

These motherfuckers ain't got
a fucking thing, Jemell!

And keep
your motherfucking mouth shut!

[GATE SLAMS]

Mr. Rayam,

you have elected not to have
a lawyer present at this time.

At 500 an hour? [SCOFFS]

Yeah, fuck that shit.

ERIKA JENSEN: Do you
acknowledge that anything--

I got it. Yes.

When we get
to the proffer sessions,

you will have an attorney here,

just as federal prosecutors
will be in the room.

The thing is, you can't lie.

You get caught in a lie,

I mean, even
if you leave anything out,

you jeopardize any deal
for your cooperation.

Understand?

I get it. Just set it up. Damn.

Thing is, though,
y'all might wanna keep Jenkins

away from the rest of us.

What's he doing?

JEMELL RAYAM:
Every chance he gets,

he's telling us
to hold tight, say nothing.

I just passed him
at the detention center,

and he was talking that shit.

Thin blue line, you know?

[SCOFFS]

I mean, he was always
talking that shit, to be honest.

[CHUCKLES]

DAVIS: And some of you know me,

and the rest of you
will get to know me.

For those of you
familiar with me

from my stint as Assistant Chief
in Prince George's County,

you know that I back up
my men and women,

until there's a line
that's crossed.

I won't name names,
but there was a recent incident

in which an officer
in one of our plainclothes units

was banned
from the city courthouses

after he was caught
filming a witness

and television reporter.
Witness intimidation.

- [OFFICERS MUTTERING]
- Gangbanger shit.

Unbefitting of a police officer
by anyone's standard.

[OFFICERS CLEARING THROAT]

DAVIS: And that wasn't
his only offense.

There are many in his file.
And while I understand

that the work
of our plainclothes units

is where we have
to police aggressively--

Free Laronde!

[OFFICERS LAUGH]

[LAUGHTER FADES]

Officer Laronde...

[INHALES] ...has been
suspended from duty.

And his case will be
proceeding to a trial board.

His behavior was unacceptable,
and it stains us all.

On behalf of
Deputy Commissioner Palmere,

I can tell all of you
working plainclothes,

anti-crime,
and drug enforcement,

that we understand
how hard your work is,

and we will have your backs.
But there is a limit.

- That's all for today. Come on.
- [SCOFFS]

JENKINS: Damn, you inspired?
Guess we ain't doing

- any police work today.
- Bring me that asshole.

JENKINS:
Might as well go to the bar

and work on our fucking tans.

[OFFICERS CHATTERING]

[CLICKS TONGUE]
You wanted to see me, sir?

- The fuck was that?
- [INHALES]

I, uh... [EXHALES]
I'm sorry, sir.

Sometimes my mouth just,
you know,

kind of gets away from me.

You're Jenkins?

I am, sir. [MUNCHES]

DAVIS: Hmm.

It won't happen again, sir.
[MUNCHES]

[SMACKS LIPS, MUNCHES]

Well...

I think he kinda likes me.
Know what I mean? Shit.

Know what I mean?

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

What did you want me
to listen to?

BILL BURNS: Hey.
Check this out.

♪ ["TIRED" BY YOUNG MOOSE
PLAYING OVER CELL PHONE] ♪

♪ Sittin' for a house raid
I wasn't even in ♪

♪ Detective Hersl, he a bitch
I swear to God, he ain't right ♪

♪ He heard about my rap career
He tryna fuck up my life ♪

[LAUGHS]

♪ That nigga fucked me over once
He ain't gettin' another ♪

-♪ That racist bitch
- ♪ [MUSIC STOPS]

Whose flow is this?

- The rapper?
- NICOLE STEELE: Uh-huh.

He goes by Young Moose.
He's calling out Hersl.

So Hersl's so badass, he makes
his way into the local folklore.

I mean, how can this guy
be such an open secret?

He hasn't been suspended
because none of the complaints

make it past
the trial board findings.

And then he's still
working plainclothes

because he gets out of his car
and makes arrests.

Or so I'm told.

[SCOFFS] Current high standards
of the BPD.

Where you off to?

You're not a hip-hop fan?

BURNS: Not since
they gunned down Biggie.

- [CHUCKLES]
- [TELEPHONE RINGING]

- [INDISTINCT CHATTER, LAUGHTER]
- [INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

DAVID MCDOUGALL: Anything
you want me to ask him?

Just make sure you check his ass
before you sit down.

You might find
a third GPS tracker

in between his cheeks.

[OFFICER LAUGHING]

Look, man, why am I here, bruh?

Look, man, I ain't had shit
in that hotel room.

True. But we've charged you
with possession

in excess
of 100 grams of heroin

that occurred
on February 9th, 2015,

- by city police officers.
- [SCOFFS]

Man. Fuck that, man.

- That's old news.
- Not anymore.

You should've worked
that charge off

for the city
while you had the chance.

See, now
we're trading up, Aaron.

And since you blew off
those city cops,

for me to even consider
a federal cooperation agreement,

you need to tell us a whole lot
that we don't yet know.

Look, I'll be square. [SIGHS]

As long as I don't got
to wear no wire.

ANDREA SMITH: No promises.

[CLICKS TONGUE, CLEARS THROAT]

Tell us about
Antonio Shropshire.

Man, I cut him loose
months ago, man.

He Brill to me.

- I get my stuff elsewhere now.
- How'd you two communicate?

AARON ANDERSON:
Call him and we meet.

- Can you go back to him?
- Hell, no.

You know,
Brill had Twan and Munch

kick my door in
about two weeks ago.

That's why I switched up
and moved to the Red Roof.

We saw your door got kicked in.

You think that was Shropshire's
people who did that?

Hell, yeah.

But you know somethin'?

I wouldn't say anything at all
if y'all were city cops.

'Cause Brill? Brill tight
with a cop he grew up with.

Name of G-Money,

works in narcotics.

And Gondo was in the car?

[SCOFFS] Yeah.
Gondo was in the car.

JENSEN: How did you know
Anderson wasn't home?

- [CRICKETS CHIRPING]
- RAYAM: His ride was gone.

But we knew that.
We had a tracker on it, so...

we'd been watching him
come and go.

We knew he rolled out.

Nobody else in that crib, right?

No. Not that I know.

- Watch our six.
- I got you.

JENSEN: Gondo stayed
in the car because...?

RAYAM: We didn't need him.

Me and Glen was enough
if the place was empty.

And Gondo didn't wanna risk it.

In case for some reason
Anderson was up in there.

He thought Anderson
might recognize him or whatever.

Anderson knew Gondo

because of how Gondo
came up with Shropshire

and Glen and all of them.

- [DOOR CRASHING]
- [TE'ANA SHRIEKS]

JENSEN: And the place
wasn't empty, correct?

- [TE'ANA GASPS]
- RAYAM: Turns out his girl was inside

and it was good we wore masks.

Bitch, where the shit at? Where
the fuck the money at, bitch?

- Get yo ass on the ground!
- Okay! Okay! What do you want?

RAYAM:
She wasn't no trouble, though.

- Don't look at me!
- [TE'ANA SCREAMS]

RAYAM: Get on the ground.
Get on the fucking ground!

Okay! Okay! Okay!

What do you want?
What are you looking for?

RAYAM: Truth is, most people
answer your questions

when you put a gun
to their face.

Where is
the fucking shit, bitch?

- [GUN COCKS]
- [SOBBING] I don't know.

- GLEN WELLS: Ain't a game, yo!
- Okay! Okay!

Maybe G-Money is why

Shropshire can run
an open-air drug market.

Slow down,
we don't know that.[SIGHS]

Look, put in the affidavit
that Anderson said

Shropshire often used the phone
to conduct business.

Should I use his name?

Call him Cooperator Number Four.

And do a photo array
of Anderson,

show it to any of his customers
who may have OD'd and lived.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Mr. Drummond, I'm Nicole Steele
with the Department of Justice.

So? What can I do for the DOJ?

Can't be anything to do with
what just happened in Part 23

of the Baltimore Circuit Court.
Although, to be honest,

the plea bargain
I just pulled for my client

will one day be the stuff
of defense attorney legend.

[CHUCKLES] I'm not here
to poach from your memoirs,

- I promise.
- [DRUMMOND CHUCKLES]

You're representing Young Moose?

Someone from
the Department of Justice

is actually a fan of hip-hop?

I'm with
the Civil Rights Division.

Well, that explains it.

STEELE: So
this isn't about trial work.

This is working
toward a federal consent decree.

And we've at least
parsed the words of your client

- with regard to Detective Hersl.
- You're interested in Hersl?

- How could we not be?
- Hmm.

I'd like to talk to your client,
on the record, if possible,

and if that's not possible,
as background.

I can ask,
but I can't promise anything.

[INHALES] Uh, but it's gonna
be hard to explain to him

that there might actually be
a part of the government

that gives a damn
what he raps about.

I'm just another lawyer,
I get it.

If he talks to you
and he decides

he doesn't want you
to use anything he tells you,

it stays off the record.

- Got it.
- Okay.

- I look forward to your call.
- [STAFF MUTTERING]

- [TIRE SCREECHING]
- JONATHAN JONES: Fuck me.

Those lazy sons of bitches
can't even write the damn number

- of a parking spot on the log.
- [ENGINE REVVING]

- What's the tag again?
- Queen-two-seven. [SIGHS]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

- [ENGINE RUMBLING]
- [TIRES SCREECHING]

- [TIRES SCREECH]
- MOMODU GONDO: Hey.

Hey, Sean. What up, man?

I ain't seen you in a minute.
[SNAPS FINGERS]

How's Citywide Shootings Unit
treating you?

Uh, homicide.
I just transferred over.

Yeah? For real?

Hey, what's...
what's the angle working bodies?

[CHUCKLES] You can't even
make any money working homicide.

We solve murder cases
and take 'em into court.

How about you? What do you do?

I make arrests and I make money.

- [SCOFFS]
- GONDO: Man, my overtime alone?

- [SNICKERS]
- GONDO: Shit. [CHUCKLES]

Come on, man.
I'm fucking with y'all!

Good luck, whatever little shit
y'all working on, all right?

[CHUCKLES]

- [ENGINE REVS]
- [TIRES SCREECHING]

Motherfuckers get
reserved parking spaces

to jam up drug addicts

and we gotta hike
the fucking garage

to look for a beater
to work a body?

[INDISTINCT CHATTER
OVER SPEAKER]

JONES: Who was that fucker?

- Name's Gondo, G-Money.
- [SCOFFS]

We worked plainclothes together.

Another asshole who thinks
hopping out on corners

and going into
everybody's pockets is the shit.

- [CAR ALARM CHIRPING]
- I've been there, bro.

JONES: Who is teaching
these idiots how to do the job?

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

[KEYBOARD CLACKING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

DETENTION OFFICER:
Intake line is on the left.

When you get to the front,
give your last name first.

If your charging document
isn't there,

- step to the back wall and wait.
- [CROWD CLAMORING]

DETENTION OFFICER:
If you do have your paperwork...

JENKINS: How come we followed
the wagon here?

BARBER: Part of your training,
I wanted you to see this.

DETENTION OFFICER: Stay in line.

We gonna
keep it orderly in here.

Jessamy is so fuckin' mad

we're dumping bodies
into her courtrooms,

she's planted
an assistant state's attorney

right here at intake.

She takes a look
at the arrest reports,

if she sees that it's horseshit,

she offers
the sad-ass motherfuckers

the chance
to sign one of those waivers.

What are those waivers?

It says if you agree
not to sue the balls

off of the city
for false arrest,

they'll let you go right now
with the charges dropped.

[SCOFFS] Really? What happens
if you don't sign?

BARBER: You just have to go
to lockup till tomorrow,

maybe tomorrow afternoon,

wait to see
the Court Commissioner,

and have the charges
dropped then.

[SCOFFS]
But we're charging bullshit.

Kid, there's no dictatorship
in America more solid

than a beat cop on his post.

ARRESTEE: Telling you right now.

If I ain't had these cuffs on,
but you fucking around...

- Man, this is fucked.
- DETENTION OFFICER: Come on.

STATE ATTORNEY: Let me see
your charging documents.

Yeah. So, Anderson gave us
Shropshire's phone number

and we checked the logs,
and sure enough,

we can confirm that
there was, uh,

numerous conversations
between the two.

DAVID MCDOUGALL: Yeah. That,
and the times and durations

of those phone calls,

plus observation
of suspected drug activity

should give us, uh,

enough to get a wire
on Shropshire's mobile.

And we'll get a tracker
on Shropshire's car

for good measure.

So that's the status
of the narcotics probe. [SIGHS]

At this point,
there's enough for us

to look at the possibility
that we have

another investigation
to spin off.

Leo here is gonna be heading up

everything and anything
we come across

regarding police involvement
with these guys.

And I've invited
Special Agent Jensen

and Sergeant Sieracki,

a Baltimore police officer
with city IAD

and detail to the FBI
public corruption squad

to sit in
and begin gathering string.

Great. Well, uh... [SIGHS]

...we got a whole ball
of yarn as it stands. [SIGHS]

For starters, Anderson claims
Shropshire has an in

with a Baltimore City
narcotics detective.

Name he had was "G-Money."

Anderson alleges
that Shropshire said

he and G-Money
grew up together and were tight.

- [SCOTT KILPATRICK GRUNTS]
- Specifics?

[PEN SCRIBBLING]

So far, only
that Anderson believes

that G-Money
"has Shropshire's back."

Those are his words.

And we think that's why
Anderson was worried

that G-Money
might tip off Shropshire

that he was cooperating with us.

And then,
of course, the second tracker.

MCDOUGALL: Right. Uh, no way yet
to know how this fits in,

but when we retrieved
our tracker

from Anderson's vehicle,
we found

- a second tracking device.
- Go on.

MCDOUGALL:
We subpoenaed the records,

and it was bought
by John Clewell,

who happens to be
a Baltimore police officer

assigned to a citywide
plainclothes unit chasing guns.

So what's interesting
is why would a detective's

privately-owned tracker
be attached

to a known
drug dealer's vehicle?

JOHN SIERACKI:
Well, I do know that the, uh...

the city guys
are often short on equipment,

and, uh... [SIGHS]

...they've been known
to buy or rent their own gear.

That's true,
but here's the kicker. So far,

we haven't heard one word
from anyone in Baltimore City.

Not a call.
Not a word from Clewell

or anyone
in the Gun Trace Task Force.

And it's been weeks
since we arrested Anderson

and found their tracker.

It's still just sitting
in my desk.

- Does the tracker have value?
- They're not cheap. [SIGHS]

That says something.

Sure does.

[DISTANT SIREN WAILING]

PETE GALLAGHER: [OVER PHONE]
Okay, send him onto Greenmount.

SEAN SUITER:
All right, Sarge. I got you.

- GALLAGHER: All right.
- JONES: What'd he want?

SUITER:
There's a serious shooting
on Greenmount and 22nd.

- [PAPER RIPPING]
- And get this,

Sarge wants you
to take that one.

[SIGHS]

SUITER: I told him
that leaves me alone

on my first case.

- [SIGHS] What'd he say to that?
- He had faith in me.

[SCOFFS, CHUCKLES]

He doesn't know my name,
but he has faith in me.

- [SCOFFS]
- [SIGHS]

Look, just take it slow.

Don't let nobody rush you.

I'll try to get back
to you as soon as I can.

All right. [SCOFFS]

[PAPERS RUSTLING]

[TRAFFIC RUMBLING]

JONES: Take your time, Sean,
it's your scene.

- [WITNESSES MUTTERING]
- [BIRDS CHIRPING]

DISPATCHER 1: [OVER RADIO]
Be advised, nine-Baker-11

had an armed carjacking
in the unit block

of East Hamburg street.

Taken was a 2012 Acura
with Maryland tags.

- SUITER: Hey.
- Hey.

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

DISPATCHER 1:
Suspects are three,
number one male,

armed with
unknown caliber handguns.

If you come in contact
with this car,

these individuals,
please approach with caution.

Hold occupants
and contact citywide robbery.

- [CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]
- [DISTANT DOG BARKING]

- [BREATHES DEEPLY]
- [CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

SUITER: Yep.
He's got working-man calluses.

Excuse me.

Can you get a wide shot of this
from behind the fence?

[KIDS CLAMORING IN DISTANCE]

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

[GRUNTS, EXHALES]

[PHONE CAMERA CLICKS]

[PHONE CAMERA CLICKS]

- [ENGINE RUMBLING]
- [TIRES SCREECHING]

MCDOUGALL: If it was me,
I would've parked

- in the satellite lot.
- KILPATRICK: Well,

Shropshire doesn't worry
about his budget.

[SUITCASE HANDLE CRANKS]

MCDOUGALL:
Where do you think he's off to?

A Mensa convention? How the fuck
am I supposed to know?

[TRAFFIC HONKING]

All right, I think you're clear.

What? Why do I got to do it?

You know, seniority.

You got more experience
bending over.

[SCOFFS] So does your mom.
[GRUNTS]

[AIRPLANE ENGINE ROARING]

- [FILE THUDS]
- Check this out.

A computer search
for the Gun Trace Task Force

brought this up from Woodlawn.

A 302, based
on information provided

by Detective Ryan Guinn
of the BPD,

who reported witnessing
a Detective Momodu Gondo,

who he worked with
on the Gun Trace Task Force,

and whose nickname is,
wait for it, G-Money.

[SCOFFS] Goddamn.

JENSEN: Guinn reported
witnessing Gondo

in the company of Shropshire,
who Guinn knew to be

a large-scale drug player
in Northeast Baltimore.

Guinn describes the two men as,
quote, "very friendly," unquote.

Later, Guinn said
that Gondo told him

that Shropshire
and him grew up together

and it was just talk
that Shropshire

- was a drug dealer.
- Any follow-up by us?

No, not that I can tell.

This is all that came up
from the field office.

Oh. Well, at least
the information

was memorialized. [SIGHS]
Okay, anything else?

Well, only that I checked
and it seems

that Gondo is still assigned
to the Gun Trace Task Force.

Interesting.

- You'll interview Guinn?
- On it.

- [PAPERS RUSTLING]
- [TELEPHONE RINGING]

Yeah, this is Wise.

What is this?

LEO WISE:
Oh, yeah, that is for the...

- It's Armani.
- [WHISPERS] Is it?

[SCOFFS] No. [CHUCKLES] I lied.
I was trying to impress you.

- Oh, it worked.
- I know.

I was at the stove
fixing plates.

Kendal heard a noise
and went out back to check.

Then we heard,
like, a machine gun go off.

The children ran
to the hall closet.

Kendal taught them to do that
because in June,

a bullet came
through the window. [SIGHS]

I ran outside...

he was lying on the ground.

Did you see anyone else?

- Just Kendal in the alley.
- [DISTANT INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[INHALES]
Do you have family coming?

They're on the way.

Can you go on?

I saw a partially completed
fence out back.

Can you tell me about that?

[ELECTRIC CURRENT BUZZING]

TECHNICIAN: All set.
Any problem, give me a call.

You have authorization for 24/7,

but if after the first month,
you wanna limit your time,

- put it in the court report.
- Got it.

[DIAL TONE RINGING
OVER SPEAKER]

- [STATIC]
- [CELL PHONE CHIMING]

SHROPSHIRE: [OVER SPEAKER]
Hey, baby.

WOMAN: [OVER SPEAKER]
You in Vegas?

SHROPSHIRE:
Yeah. Just got back to my hotel.

WOMAN: Well, I'ma get my sugar
when you back.

SHROPSHIRE: You'll get it.

WOMAN: Ain't that
what the fuck I said?

SHROPSHIRE: Ain't no question.

- WOMAN: [CHUCKLES] Bye, baby.
- SHROPSHIRE: Later.

Cool, I think "sugar"
is code for coke.

[CHUCKLES] I'm kidding.
It just-- [CLEARS THROAT]

- Girlfriend is non-pertinent.
- [MOUSE CLICKS]

LEO: When things get boring
and you wanna

second-guess the tap,
here's something

Judge Quarles told me
that might help.

"The bad guy has
to be perfect all the time,

while all we have to be
is lucky, one time."

- [BIRDS CHIRPING]
- [INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

DISPATCHER 2:
[ON RADIO] Ten-four, 2832.

- Sergeant Guinn?
- RYAN GUINN: That's me.

- Special Agent Jensen, FBI.
- Whatever it is, I didn't do it.

I'm sure you didn't, ah,

and I have to tell you,
I dread this interview.

Whoa! This doesn't sound good.

It's just that we dropped
the ball back at The Bureau,

and now I'm back. [SIGHS]

My report on Detective Gondo.

- [PA BELL RINGING]
- Exactly.

RECEPTIONIST: Sergeant Janu,
call for you...

All right, but what happened
with all the secret-agent,

- cloak-and-dagger stuff?
- The what?

GUINN: Two years ago,
when I called Woodlawn,

an agent told me to wait outside
of Walters Art Gallery at...

I forget what time, and I did.

A van pulls up,
side door slides back

and an agent waves me in.

I mean, I thought
it was a little over-the-top...

[CHUCKLES] ...but seeing
as you just walked in here

like a normal pedestrian,
I know it was.

Well, working back, the feeling,

I guess,
is that the heat is off.

But it isn't?

Something happening
with Gondo now?

Let's just say that if you could
revisit the concerns

you had two years ago,

- it would be helpful.
- [PA BELL RINGING]

RECEPTIONIST: Officer Boyd,
there's call for you on line 3.

Boyd, call on line 3.

You know
that gut feeling you get

when something ain't right?

That's the feeling I got
when I saw

Gondo and Shropshire together
at Mo's Seafood.

It was that loose-vibe feel

you get with two friends
at lunch.

Now, I probably would've
let it slide

but when Gondo ran me this line
on how Shropshire's cool,

you know, a good guy
from the neighborhood,

- a red flag went up.
- Did you say anything to Gondo?

No. I mean, you can't help
where you grew up and all that,

but... [CHUCKLES]
...Gondo was playing it hard

on how Shropshire
was a good guy,

and that was some bullshit.

I knew Shropshire
was moving weight, and...

Gondo had to know that, too.

- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- [INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

RECEPTIONIST: You're calling
for Ron? Let me check.

- Get that article I sent?
- Oh, it's right here.

- Sean, right?
- Yeah, my name is Sean, Sarge.

Looks like your vic
was a civilian.

Well, worker and a family man.

So this guy gets gunned down
for putting up a fence

to keep drug dealers
from cutting through his yard?

I don't know yet.

Well, word from upstairs
is the commissioner

and some City Hall pols
are headed over

to Park Heights to finish
the fence for TV cameras.

Yeah, I kinda
doubt the fence thing.

He got shot five times.

so shooter's maybe got
anger management issues

- a little beyond a fence.
- Let it play as is.

You never know,
maybe it moves somebody

to call in a lead.

Look, taxpayer murder

rates a second detective
and you're new.

You want somebody
with you on this?

I'm good.

GALLAGHER: All right.

[DIAL TONE PLAYING
OVER SPEAKER]

[GASPS] We got an outgoing.

- [CELL PHONE CHIMING]
- MCDOUGALL: Yeah, I'm ready.

CALLER: [OVER SPEAKER]
So, you still going,
or you back, or what?

- SHROPSHIRE: I'm back. We good?
- CALLER: I'm up.

MCDOUGALL: Last coordinate?

- SHROPSHIRE: Same spot?
- CALLER: Same spot.

SHROPSHIRE: Later.

- [CELLPHONE BEEPING]
- [SIGHS]

MCDOUGALL:
That's 443-212-9987.

Short, sweet drug call.

- That's our fourth today.
- [SHUSHES]

Yeah, I'm gonna check.

[MOUSE CLICKING]

[KEYBOARD CLACKING]

Well, I'll be damned.

Yeah, we've got
that number all over

Shropshire's phone
in the records dump.

A string of calls
going back two months.

No, nothing fresh
on the tap yet.

But, shit, we've only been up
for a couple days.

So, uh, we'll keep
our eyes out for sure.

Thanks.

That was Erika.

This number that's all over
Shropshire's call list?

That's the mobile phone number
of Detective Momodu Gondo

of the Baltimore
Police Department.

[PEN CLATTERS]

- Well, fuck me.
- [BOTH CHUCKLE]

So, you get that I'm with the
Civil Rights Division, right?

I'm a fed, but I'm not
the kind of fed that,

- you know...
- I get it.

So I'm not chasing you
or anyone like you.

I don't want you to snitch
or testify in court.

I'm just trying
to write some truths

about guys like Hersl,
same as you.

I hear you,
but what you want me to say

that I ain't already said?

I mean, I put it
all out there in the song,

and don't think
I ain't been made to pay for it.

Soon as Hersl and his boys
heard that rap,

they got on me even worse.

- How?
- More harassment. More charges.

Shit never ends.

STEELE: Is there anything else
you can tell me beyond the rap?

Is there anything more?

- He steals.
- Excuse me?

Hersl steals.
He go into your pockets.

[SCOFFS] You surprised?

Shit. He ain't alone neither.

[SLURPS]

[TRAFFIC RUMBLING]

Okay, bye.

[CELL PHONE RINGING, VIBRATING]

Hello?

STANLEY WILLIS: [OVER PHONE]
This Miss Steele?

Yes, this is she.

WILLIS: My name
is Stanley Willis and--

How'd you get this number?

PD, ma'am. I'd like to
meet with you about an incident.

- Where?
- WILLIS: My post.

It's out on the west side,
near the beltway.

[SIGHS]

[CELL PHONE CHIMES, VIBRATES]

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

Shit. Well,
that didn't take long.

KILPATRICK: What's that?

Looks like Shropshire
found our tracker.

Where?

MCDOUGALL:
GPS shows Baltimore City,

down on 25th Street,
near Loch Raven.

There's a bunch
of auto shops down there.

[DIAL TONE RINGING OVER SPEAKER]

Look, look, it's Gondo.

- Fuck me, he's calling Gondo.
- [CELLPHONE CHIMING]

GONDO: [OVER SPEAKER] Hello?

SHROPSHIRE: [OVER SPEAKER]
Yo, papi?

GONDO: What's up, bro?

SHROPSHIRE:
What's good with you?

Nothin', man. You know Philly.

- SHROPSHIRE: You in Philly, huh?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

SHROPSHIRE:
Well, I got a question for you.

I'm listening.

SHROPSHIRE:
I took the car to the shop.

The thing is lit, yo.
They pulled it off.

GONDO: Okay.

- What do I do with it?
- [TRAFFIC RUMBLING]

GONDO: Aye, yo, just run that
by me one more time.

You know what I'm talking about?

GONDO:
Yeah, nigga. Let me think.

- [TRACKS RATTLING]
- SHROPSHIRE: All right.

[AUDIO SCREECHING]

- GONDO: Yo, this an iPhone?
- SHROPSHIRE: Yeah.

GONDO: Just FaceTime me, yo.

- SHROPSHIRE: All right.
- GONDO: All right.

- [CELL PHONE BEEPING]
- KILPATRICK: All right.

I'm gonna call Leo and Erika.

They need to know
that we caught Gondo

on the hook with Shropshire.

I wonder why Gondo
took half a conversation

to tell Brill to call him
on FaceTime?

He knows we can't track
those calls.

Why does he
talk on the phone at all?

He got sloppy? We got lucky.

[TAPS SHOULDER]

[DOG BARKING]

CITY OFFICER: Look,
he was an innocent person

trying to protect his children.

Okay. This is a devastating
crime for the family.

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

Mr. Fenwick was a family man,
a good man,

a community leader and a friend.

And this was his home,
and he was murdered

in broad daylight,
just a few yards

from his property
while building a fence...

Quite a show up the block.

I guess it's that.

- SUITER: All about the murder.
- Guess so.

SUITER: Yeah, that's my problem.
[SIGHS]

I'm the detective
that got assigned the case.

If anyone hears anything
that belongs in my ear,

I can keep a confidence.

Nice.

You don't see too many of these
in this kind of condition.

It's a '94?

JAMES OTIS: Ninety-five.

SS only came
in black the first year.

Added Cherry Metallic year two.
Family man's 'Vette.

[CHUCKLES]
How many kids you got?

JAMES: Three. You?

Five.

- JAMES: Got me beat.
- I'm buried, brother.

[CHUCKLES]

You'd do well
to put that Bud in a bag.

I'll think on it.

Stay safe.

[BOTTLE CLINKS]

- MCDOUGALL: Mm-hmm.
- [SLURPS]

- -MCDOUGALL: Yeah.
- [SIGHS]

MCDOUGALL: Uh-huh.

[DIAL TONE RINGING
OVER SPEAKER]

- Hey, Dave, they're back up.
- I'll call you back.

[CELLPHONE CHIMING]

SHROPSHIRE: [OVER SPEAKER]
Hello?

GONDO: [OVER SPEAKER]
Yeah, basically

when something like that
happens on the other side,

it's just a loss. You feel me?

- SHROPSHIRE: Right. Right.
- GONDO: Definitely, definitely,

somebody's been
tracking you. So...

SHROPSHIRE:
Ain't no question.

I'ma pop it
on somebody else's car,

like a working-folk car.

GONDO: You know, I don't
even know who I'm talking to,

- so whatever you do...
- [BOTH CHUCKLE]

...you do, but just be mindful.

Just be mindful of that, Brill.
So, whatever you do...

- SHROPSHIRE: Right.
- [KILPATRICK SNICKERS]

GONDO: But, yeah, you definitely
gotta get rid of it, aight?

- SHROPSHIRE: Aight.
- [CHUCKLES]

- GONDO: Aight.
- SHROPSHIRE: Bye.

- [CELLPHONE BEEPING]
- Thank you, Officer Gondo.

[LAUGHS] "I don't even know
who I'm talking to?"

- Like, what the fuck?
- [BOTH LAUGH]

- [ENGINE RUMBLING]
- [BIRDS CAWING, CHIRPING]

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

Uh, no offense,
but can I see ID?

Oh. Yeah. There you go.

- Mm. Yeah.
- I guess I haven't

learned enough about Baltimore.

I didn't know
this place existed.

Yeah, Leakin Park. Me neither,
till I was assigned the post.

It's one of those
they usually give

to the burnouts or the OGs.

And I'm guessing you're neither.

- I got a big mouth.
- Oh. [CHUCKLES]

Would I get your name
and call you otherwise?

Like an idiot... [SIGHS]

...I made it clear
to my sergeant,

my lieutenant, even my major,

that I don't like the way
we go about policing.

So here I am, 32-years-old,
and out to pasture.

But a lot of guys feel like me.

- [SIGHS]
- We've seen things going on

that'll blow your mind.

Like this, for example.

This happened a few weeks ago.

Young man
by the name of Samuels.

Reginald Samuels.
And I wanted you all to know,

that even with you people
in town, looking into our mess,

this shit still goes on.
Like we can't help ourselves.

- Why not?
- It's a numbers game.

Squad's numbers were down,
Sergeant wasn't happy.

So we got our marching orders.
[CLICKS FINGERS]

Bring in bodies.

I mean, this happens
in every district,

every day, year after year.

Less now after Freddie Gray,
but that's only because the guys

won't get out of their cars
to spite Mosby.

[SIGHS]

- [KEYBOARD CLACKING]
- BARBER: Those shitbirds looked at me

about two seconds too long,

which is as close
to probable cause as we need.

I'ma go 'round the block.
They still there, we jump out.

- JENKINS: Got you.
- [ENGINE RUMBLING]

[SIRENS WAILING]

[RESIDENTS CLAMORING]

BARBER: Look at this shithole.

City doesn't pay us enough
to fix this.

- Here we go.
- Yeah.

- [ENGINE REVVING]
- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[SIREN BEEPING]

- [TIRES SCREECH]
- MAN 1: Holy shit, man!

[MEN CLAMOR]

- On the wall!
- I'm not getting on no wall.

- There's always one. Watch 'em.
- We don't listen to no fuckin' police.

Spread 'em
and lace your fingers.

- [GROANS]
- [MEN MUTTER]

- Hey, man, be cool. What the--
- I'm cool. You cool?

- MAN 2: You ain't gotta do all that.
- Search 'em.

MAN 2: Man,
what you searching me for?

Back the fuck off, man.
I ain't got nothing on me, dawg.

JENKINS: I'm just
doing my job, all right?

- MAN 2: Come on, yo.
- He's clean.

- MAN 2: Told you.
- ONLOOKER: What's going on?

MAN 2: Wasting my time, bro.

We outta here. Good luck.

BARBER: You know what?
Stay right here.

- [SNIFFS] Here we go.
- BARBER: Oh, yeah.

Cuff 'em.
Come on, both of y'all.

Over here on the curb.

- Sit down. Down.
- Man, get me out of here, yo.

- This crazy.
- Put your hands

- behind your back. [SHUSHES]
- Man, what is you doing, yo?

- Man, get the fuck off me, yo!
- Don't resist, man.

Bitch ass, always doing
this dumb shit.

- Man, get off me, yo.
- Get down. Get down.

[GROANS, PANTS]

- MAN 2: Tired of you, dawg.
- [JENKINS SHUSHES]

Should have fucking left
when we had the chance.

I told you
"Let's get out the block, yo."

- Bullshit, man.
- [CABLE TIE ZIPPING]

Sure he didn't
put something on you?

- Over here sittin' with you niggas.
- BARBER: Two-Charlie-11, 10-14.

Need a wagon at Orleans
and Rose for three.

DISPATCHER 3:
[OVER RADIO] Copy that, 10-4.

MAN 2: Nothing better to do, yo!

How 'bout that one?
What's the charge on him?

Well, we could take
one body for the weed,

or we could take three.
There's only two ways

to add to
your city-scale salary, my son.

First is overtime.

Nobody's gonna approve overtime

for chasing 911 calls,
and making street arrests

- from patrol.
- [MEN MUTTERING]

Second is court pay.
You make enough arrests,

you not only get credit
for the stats,

you can overfill
the day's docket

and get paid twice.

- MAN 2: Untie us, yo!
- MAN 1: Man, please.

MAN 2: You're wasting your time!

- You want this extra coin or no?
- Shit.

Hey, weren't you on probation?

[MOTORCYCLE ENGINE ROARS]

♪ [SOFT ROCK SONG PLAYING
OVER SPEAKERS] ♪

- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- [DOG BARKING]

What's going on, baby?

I'm sorry. These crabs
took longer than I thought.

- You brought Harley?
- Uh, uh. Mm, no kiss?

- Sure. One more. Did he shit?
- [CHUCKLES] Yeah.

- I took him out.
- Don't want him shitting on the lawn.

- He won't.
- That's Mike Fries, right there.

I know, man. [SIGHS]

Bro, I'm waiting here
like an asshole.

JENKINS: Sorry. I apologize.

My buddy, Jimmy,
was 'posed to leave these

out for me, he didn't do that.

I had to put in crabs, you know.
What's going on, Donny?

- DONALD STEPP: My man, the rookie.
- That's Donny right there.

What's up, baby?

Hey, this is
Mike Fries right here.

- He's a legend. I...
- Uh-huh.

I work with him
over in the Southeast.

- DONALD: Uh-huh.
- I'm his bodyguard.

- [CHUCKLES]
- Oh, yeah.

Well, uh, I wouldn't mess
with either of you two animals.

- [JENKINS CHUCKLES]
- [CHUCKLES]

JENKINS: I, uh, brought crabs
for everyone, so...

Those crabs
are small as shit, Wayne.

No, no. They're mediums.

Hey, crabs are expensive
as fuck this year, man.

- That's all I could afford.
- Uh-uh.

- Mm-hmm.
- DONALD: Yeah. Well,

you know what,
money ain't nothing but paper

till you print it, all right?
Come here. Come here.

Let me show you what I bought.

I did the shopping
this morning, all right?

Check this shit.

- Oh, man, check this shit out.
- [CHEST OPENS]

- MIKE: What?
- DONALD: Yeah, man.

That's New York strips,
lobster tails...

- [WOMAN LAUGHING]
- ...Grey Goose, little Hennessy.

Now we're talking.

Yeah, we're talking, man.
Now, we're gonna be eating

is what we're gonna
be doing, all right?

Don, I thought you were
off the sauce, man?

Yeah, uh,
I ain't had a drop since '96.

But we're gonna
party tonight, right?

- Fuck yeah.
- Yeah. Fuck yeah.

- Ain't that the truth. Yeah.
- MIKE: Fuck yes.

DONALD: I want you to eat
something now, man. Go on.

I spent 46 bucks

- on those crabs.
- I know.

I'm just saying it's a waste
of fucking money, you know?

KRISTY JENKINS:
They look good to me.

- I'll eat the crabs.
- They're gonna sit there

just fucking collect flies
or whatever.

No, I'll eat them,
then we'll take them home.

[DONALD SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

- KRISTY: Hey.
- They just--

KRISTY:
Look at me. Relax, you're okay.

JENKINS: Man, you know
those things are bad for you.

SUSPECT 1: Like you
give a fuck about that.

SUSPECT 1: Come on, man.

Found a ground-stash

- in that vacant lot over there.
- [PLASTIC BAG RUSTLING]

Who does it belong to?

[SCOFFS] All of them.

- [BOTH CHUCKLE]
- Hey, come on. They all go.

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

JENKINS: You're going
for a ride, let's go. [GRUNTS]

Come on, big boy.

JENKINS: Come on, y'all.
We're just going on a road trip.

BARBER: I taught you well,
Jenks. [CHUCKLES]

JENKINS: Oh, it's gonna be fun.
What you-- Say it with me.

[CHANTING]
"Road trip, road trip!"

BARBER: Y'all gonna be crowded
in there. It's gonna be fun.

JENKINS: Come on.
Put a fucking smile

- on your face, for fuck's sake.
- BARBER: Road trip, road trip.

- [BIRDS CHIRPING]
- One thing I don't understand...

If police work has become
this indiscriminate,

if anyone
and everyone in the city

can get locked up for anything,
who talks to you now?

To the departments,

- if you need witnesses...
- [SIGHS]

- ...if you need informants?
- It's worse than that.

- Tell me.
- Uh... [HESITATES]

Sure, you can talk to the guys
in Homicide or Robbery.

Used to be
that every now and then,

the phone would ring,
someone would drop a dime

on who shot Tater,
or who robbed the Rite Aid.

- Right.
- Not anymore.

You got that right enough.
[INHALES]

But now, even if
you find the witnesses

and you make a case,
now when you need to get

twelve people
together to make a jury,

twelve people to believe
that you aren't lying

on the witness stand about

who shot Tater
or who robbed the Rite Aid,

they look at you, and remember
when some other cop

lied on them,
or their son or brother.

Mm. I mean, the lawyers
will tell you we lost

the city juries
doing this stuff.

- Mm.
- They think police just lie.

Because now you do.

Now we do.

- [SIGHS]
- [PAPER RUSTLING]

So, tell me
about this Samuels kid.

[SIGHS] I wasn't involved.

But I was on the scene
running backup on the call.

And this one here
stuck in my mind.

- I got a nephew that boy's age.
- [RESIDENTS CLAMORING]

- [TIRES SCREECHING]
- [ENGINE REVVING]

- [SIREN WAILING]
- [TIRES SCREECH]

- [SIRENS WAILS]
- You got ID?

I just came back from work!

Why the fuck
are you stopping me?

You're in a high-crime area,
wearing a hooded sweatshirt.

You stopped me
for wearing a hoodie?

Something subtle.
You had your head on a swivel.

Looked like you were seeking
a victim of opportunity.

I had to look both ways
so I didn't get hit by no car!

Bro, ain't nobody here but me.

OFFICER 1:
I'm gonna pat you down.

- For what? I-- Bro!
- Hey, hey, easy, easy.

Let the man do his job.

- Easy, easy, easy.
- I'm not doing shit, bro.

OFFICER 2: Chill, ease up,
ease up. Whoa, whoa, whoa!

REGINALD SAMUELS: Y'all got
nothing else better to do?
I'm not doing nothing.

OFFICER 2: You ain't
doing nothing. You good. Chill.

OFFICER 1:
Looks like a rigged knife.

SAMUELS: I gotta walk home
at night sometimes.

You said it your own self,
it's a high-crime area.

[SCOFFS] Another smartass.
Cuff this little motherfucker.

Wait, I didn't do nothing, bro.
Bro, why you cuffing me, bro?

- OFFICER 3: Hey. You got it.
- Bro, I didn't do shit. What are you doing?

What am I doing wrong?
I'm not doing nothing wrong.

Shut up! You're doing
everything wrong right now.

SAMUELS: I was walking
across the fucking street!

- I'm not doing nothing, bro!
- [OFFICERS SHOUTING]

SAMUELS: Fuck you, asshole!

[ALL CLAMORING]

WILLIS: That mess got
out of hand so fast.

- [CAR HOOD THUDS]
- [SAMUELS GRUNTS]

WILLIS: For real.

[SIGHS DEEPLY]

Do you think
Samuels will talk to me?

You could try.

- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- [TELEPHONE RINGING]

SUITER: You need me,
I'll be with Ballistics.

- You get in on something?
- [SIGHS]

GALLAGHER: Well, stay on it.

STEELE: What did they do to you
when you were on the ground?

- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- [TRAFFIC RUMBLING]

Whatever they wanted.

Beat me all over.
Stoned me in my face, too.

You spent the night
in detention?

Lucky I wasn't
on the schedule that day.

[GRUNTS] I would've lost my job.

[GASPS]

I got 12 of these,
gonna leave a scar. [GRUNTS]

You think it's gonna
ruin me for the girls?

I'm guessing
you'll be all right.

Looking at this list
of robberies

and thefts of confiscated funds,

I didn't see
Detective John Clewell's name

- anywhere on it.
- [CHUCKLES] Clewell.

JENSEN: Out of all the officers
in the GTTF,

- he's the only one.
- Choir boy?

[SCOFFS] No,
that fool was straight.

[SIGHS] I don't even know
how the fuck he got in the unit,

to be honest.

Probably Allers brought him
from Southern, or some shit.

Just to confirm,
this is Sergeant Allers,

supervisor,
now with the DEA Task Force?

[PAPER RUSTLING]

That right there is M.
That's G, and that's A.

It's me, Gondo, and Allers.

Allers also stole money
with you?

Yes, ma'am. He did.

Oh, shit. So...

So you think because Allers
was a sergeant, he was immune?

Sergeants and lieutenants
got to do admin work,

and guess what?
They don't make overtime

on them office hours. So they're
hungrier for their share

of whatever cash we pull.

Jenkins didn't invent anything.

This shit been goin' on
for a long while.

Um, Officer Rayam,

can you clear
something else up for us?

Happy to help.

We were going back
through your IAD files

contemporaneous to your, uh,

- time working plainclothes.
- RAYAM: Wow.

- That must have taken a while.
- [JENSEN SCOFFS]

Do you recall
lying to investigators

and failing a polygraph
relative to a 2009 incident

where 11,000 dollars was stolen?

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

It's on my list.
I just haven't gotten to it yet.

That was a car stop
off of Barclay.

Sup, blood? What we got?

- [INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]
- Seatbelt violation.

Oh, wow. Well,
we can't have that, right?

Those motherfuckers save lives.

[CHUCKLES]

RAYAM:
Hey, sir, step out the car.

- [KEYS JINGLING]
- Give me them keys.

- GARY BROWN: Why?
- Give him your fucking keys.

- Come here. Sit down.
- ♪ [TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

DISPATCHER: [OVER RADIO]
Be advised, 6-Baker-21

had an armed carjacking
in the 3400 block...

- The fuck?
- RAYAM: Uh, hey, hey,

eyes up here.

How much you got in here?

- Eleven thousand.
- RAYAM: [WHISTLES] Wow.

That's the equity from
when I refinanced my house.

Yeah, the equity he got
when he was

refinancing his house, right?
[CHUCKLES]

- ♪ [MUSIC FADES]
- That's funny. Equity, my ass.

All right? We're gonna
go ahead and submit that

down to Evidence Control,

and the only way you get
your little "equity" back,

look at me, motherfucker,

is if you show up
with the bank paperwork.

You hear me? Let me see that.

Oh, yeah. That's a lot
of refinancing you doing, huh?

"Equity," motherfucker.
They say anything

- these motherfucking days.
- [CHUCKLES]

So then what happened?

Sly took the bag. [SIGHS]
Me and him split it up later.

So you did take the money?

- All of it.
- And you lied about it?

Damn right, I lied about it.

Look, I've been doing this
a long time, all right?

And them mopes at IAD couldn't
catch clap at a whorehouse.

SIERACKI: And when questioned,
you even lied to IAD

about knowing Sylvester.

Yup.

You were with him
in the Academy.

That's right.

Did IAD ever confront you
on that lie?

- Well, they didn't charge me.
- [SIERACKI SCOFFS]

And, uh,
according to this report,

in the four months
before and after this incident,

you called him 474 times.

Yeah, I did. [CLICKS TONGUE]
Look, I didn't think they were

smart enough
to, uh, pull my phone records.

But y'all were. Weren't you?

You know what, check this out.

Couple months later,
they set up an integrity sting.

They wanted
to catch Sly knocking off

some cadet playing undercover.

My man took, like,
seventy bucks in marked bills,

and when they popped his locker,
they found coke.

But IAD fucked that simple
shit up so bad... [LAUGHS]

State's Attorney's Office
had to drop the charges.

So even though
they had me dead up,

because I blew
the fucking box, get this.

They only suspended me.
For two years. With pay.

And when they reinstated me,
me, they put me in a unit

made up of a bunch
of the biggest crooks

in the whole goddamn department.

That's how fucked up
this shit is. [CHUCKLES]

I mean, there's all this money
to be made,

and... and I'm somehow
supposed to be

playing by the book
with these motherfuckers?

[LAUGHS] Yeah, fuck that.

Got me fucked up.

- [ALARM BUZZING]
- [GATE CLANGING]

- [HANDCUFFS CLINKING]
- [FOOTSTEPS]

INMATE:
Can I get that call? Hey! Hey!

[LOW RUMBLING]

[LOW RUMBLING]

♪ [TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

- [KEYBOARD CLACKING]
- [RADIO BEEPING]

CITYWIDE DISPATCHER: Signal 13.
Preston and Bond.

Officers in a fight. All units.
All units. Signal 13.

JENKINS:
Two-Charlie-20 responding.

- [SIRENS WAILING]
- [OFFICERS SHOUTING]

- Hey, man. Get off my friend!
- OFFICER: Get on the ground.

Stop resisting. Stop resisting!

JARROD: [SCREAMS]
That's me!

Shit, Jarrod!

What the fuck? That's me!

Why you wearing those stupid
fucking shoes, man?

I see the fucking Jordans,
I just give it a smack.

- Man, my bad.
- Fuckin' Jarrod forgot his department issues.

Came out wearing
his tennis shoes.

JENKINS: Come on, man.
Fuck! Well, I mean...

- Are you all right?
- JARROD: Yeah, I'm all right.

Shit, dude. I hit hard as
a motherfucker too, man. My bad.

Fuck.

- What'd he do?
- [HANDCUFFS CLINKING]

Told him the corner
was indicted.

He's still here
when we rolled back.

- SUSPECT: Man, that shit hurt.
- Damn.

Well, you fucked him up
pretty good.

- SUSPECT: Fuck you, man.
- [SIGHS]

What's the charge on him?

[PANTING]
Loitering in a drug-free zone.

- Failure to obey.
- Considering the damage,

I think maybe you wanna add
resisting to that, yeah?

Say he swung on you.

- PATROLMAN: We're all good here.
- Hey, dumb-dumb!

Never swing on a cop. Okay?

- Know what I mean?
- [OFFICERS LAUGH]

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

[LOW RUMBLING]

[MUFFLED INDISTINCT CHATTER]

OFFICER 1: Jenks!

You're field training
the new guy.

- [KEYBOARD CLACKING]
- JENKINS: Fuck me.

Whose daughter did I ass fuck
to get this job?

OFFICER 1: Yeah, fuck you.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[COFFEE POURING]

What's going on, man?

You Yang?

Yeah. You can call me Tim.

Okay. Hmm. I'm Jenkins.
You ride with me, I'm your FTO.

SHIFT LIEUTENANT:
Shift attention!

All right, relax, guys.

- For anyone who hasn't heard...
- Go on, sit down.

...Constant took an ambulance
out of here last night

and was admitted

- to Union Memorial.
- [CLEARS THROAT]

SHIFT LIEUTENANT:
Some kind of heart disease.

I don't know, but he's stable
and he's gonna live. If you...

First off, all that shit
you learned in the Academy?

Fuck all that.

This is Baltimore.

OFFICER 2: [CHUCKLES]
Man, I served a warrant
on that guy last week.

- [SLURPS]
- SHIFT LIEUTENANT: Yeah, okay, well,

let's look into him.
Wilson George...

- [LOW RUMBLING]
- [MUFFLED INDISTINCT CHATTER]

INMATE 1: Man, don't know
if it's time to eat or what?

INMATE 2: Shut up!

♪ ["CRACKLIN' ROSIE"
BY NEIL DIAMOND PLAYING] ♪

♪ Till there ain't
No more to go...♪

[DOOR OPENS]

♪ Taking it slow♪

♪ And Lord, don't you know... ♪

[INHALES] Officer Hersl.

That's me.

I'm Nicole Steele with the DOJ,
Civil Rights Division.

Oh, yeah. Yeah. [SMACKS LIPS]

Yeah. You're the guys

who've come to tell us
how to police Baltimore, hmm?

Well... [SMACKS LIPS]

Hey. I finally get to meet
one of you guys.

- Glad to meet you, too. May I?
- Yeah, sure. You want a drink?

- I'm good.
- [DANIEL HERSL SNIFFS]

So what do you want from me?

Uh... I just thought
it was time that we met.

- I could use your insight.
- Yeah. About what?

Well, you have an impressive
number of complaints with IAD.

- Forty-six by my count.
- Only one sustained.

STEELE: But given
the number, it's--

Ma'am, do you know
what the Baltimore cops

who don't have complaints
are doing every day?

No.

They sure as hell
ain't policing.

Hmm.

HERSL:
'Cause if you wanna do this job,

then you're gonna get complaints
for doing this job.

- So what you're saying--
- HERSL: I'm saying the reason

so many complaints
are unsustained

is 'cause they're coming
from criminals

who are being policed
for doing crime.

And that's all I have to say.

- Hey, Tommy. Yo.
- Danny.

HERSL: What's up, cap?
Hey, Joey,

Get Tommy there, uh,
his first two on me.

I owe him a good time.

I don't have any other comment
for you beyond that, ma'am.

But you have a fine day.

Officer, I'm not a prosecutor.

I'm just trying
to learn about the city

and the policing here
to write a report.

This is not a criminal
investigation of any kind.

[SMACKS LIPS] Mm-hmm.

[SMACKS LIPS]
Ma'am, you have a great day.

♪ [MUSIC CONTINUES]

♪ Play it now, play it now♪

♪ Play it now, my baby♪

♪ Cracklin' Rosie
Make me a smile... ♪

Hey, Tommy.

How's your wife
and my kids doing?

[MEN LAUGHING]

Come on, seriously,
I wanna know how my boy is.

[CHOMPS] Joey, he didn't
order nothing fancy, did he?

♪ [THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

♪ [THEME MUSIC FADES]