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THOMAS ALLERS: How's it going, John?

I'm okay, Tom.

How is it, being detailed to the F.B.I.?

It's been interesting.

- Yeah, I'll bet. - [DOOR OPENING]

He's all yours.

- How are you holding up? - I'm having the time of my life.

It's fucking jail, what do you think?

[SIGHS] I'm so fucked.

I can't believe this shit is happening.

You're going to have to feed them.

It's your only hole-card left.

- Yeah, well I can't. - GARY PROCTOR: Can't or you won't?

Look, you aren't just a city cop in cuffs,

you're a cop detailed to the federal drug task force,

and this is a federal case.

And you aren't just lone cop among others,

you were the supervisor of a unit that went bad.

They're going to make an example of you.

You gotta cooperate.

Shit, man.

I just can't.

PROCTOR: They're gonna blame you, Tom.

You built that unit, man by man.

- [INDISTINCT CHATTER] - [TELEPHONE RINGING]

You can go in now, Detective.

[DOOR OPENING]

DEAN PALMERE: Close the door, Danny, have a seat.

- Is this is about that rap song? - [PALMERE SCOFFS]

Look I don't give a shit

that some gangster rapper doesn't like you.

The fact is we've gotten a lot of complaints

about you stacking up over in the Eastern District.

And we're not going to hold it against you that you do

the kind of police work that brings complaints.

We just need to lower the temperature a bit.

Cool things off.

So we're pulling you out of the Eastern for a while.

Pulling me out?

PALMERE: You're being reassigned.

You're going citywide, Danny.

I'm not putting you on the shelf,

I'm sending you to the Gun Trace Task Force.

Welcome to the squad, Danny.

- [ALL LAUGHING] - Congratulations.

- DANIEL HERSL: All right. Yeah. - We're gonna do big things.

[CONTINUE LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY]

- HERSL: [EXHALES] All right. - [GERMAN LAUGHING]

♪ [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]

PROCTOR: Again, this is the federal system.

No parole...

only good time.

If you get 15 or 20 years, you're gonna do 13 or 18 of it.

As your attorney, I'm advising you to...

[SIGHING] ...racketeering, conspiracy.

Tom, they got you on a ten-thousand-dollar robbery.

What can you tell me about that?

ALLERS: The Kitmore Road stop.

Gondo put us up on that one.

Davon Robinson.

- [INDISTINCT RADIO TRANSMISSION] - Street name, "Wooda."

[RADIO TRANSMISSION CONTINUES]

Why are you so sold on this shitbird?

I came up around here, and people I know be sayin'

that the boy Wooda be getting it,

- that Wooda jamming so-- - Wooda, huh?

I 'wooda' took a big shit

if I knew we'd be out here this long.

MOMODU GONDO: [CHUCKLES] Yeah,

You do take some nasty motherfuckers, too.

- [LAUGHS] - And I was thinking

if you stop consuming so much food,

then maybe less will come out.

Hey, check this out, after lunch yesterday?

Hersl went into the can at The Barn and made a captain.

- [GONDO CHUCKLING] - Aw, hell no.

I had so much of that pit beef,

I went in there and made a colonel.

- [JEMELL RAYAM CHUCKLES] - GONDO: Yeah.

Aye, that's the nigga right there.

Game time, baby.

- [CAR ENGINE STARTING] - RAYAM: There he go.

GONDO: Let's roll.

A wiretap on a police officer's phone.

ERIKA JENSEN: I didn't want to believe it either,

Your Honor, but here we are.

And what we've already heard from Gondo

on the Shropshire wiretap

justifies going up on his mobile phone.

We've got him on numerous calls.

More than justifies it. Your Honor, if I may.

You two are opening up a two-gallon can

- of shit with this. - [JENSEN CHUCKLES]

- Uh-huh. - Let me ask you this

on this speculation,

how far up the chain of command do you think this goes?

We don't know.

Well if you need anything further, I'm here.

- [TELEPHONE RINGING] - Thank you.

- Thank you. - JUDGE BENNETT: Good luck.

RAYAM: What the fuck was that, Davon?

Led us on a motherfuckin' car chase, man.

It's 'cause your shit dirty, right?

You do know your license is suspended, right?

- What? - Look, man,

what the fuck are we gonna find in that car? Just tell me.

What's in there?

Look, I don't know what you're talking about?

Man, my license is good.

- I pulled right over-- - No you did not pull right over,

all right? You made us go on a fuckin' car chase, Davon.

And I fuckin hate car chases, man.

Soon as I saw your lights, I pulled over.

- Man, y'all on some bullshit. - We on some bullshit?

Get the fuck out of here.

You know what, you're going to have plenty of time

to think about this shit down in booking, all right?

And watch who the fuck you talking to like that.

- You know who the fuck we are? - All right, relax. Relax.

You know who the fuck you talking to?

Relax, man.

OFFICER: Where you working at?

They hirin'? Can you give them my resume?

- OFFICER: No seriously-- - You seem like a good guy.

I tell you what,

- just give us that gun... - [OFFICERS CHATTING INDISTINCTLY]

- ...and we'll take care of you. - Take care of me?

[INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES]

What gun? Man, I don't know what you talking about.

Look, my tags are good,

just let my girl come grab the car.

All our baby stuff in there, man.

She's gonna need it.

You're right, your tags are good.

GONDO: All right.

I'm really trying my best here to look out for you.

So...

since you don't have a gun, your words, not mine,

don't mind if we go back to your place,

and have a little look-see, right?

[GONDO LAUGHING]

But are you getting cooperation?

NICOLE STEELE: Cooperation?

All right.

Are people in town talking to you?

- Depends on who I'm talking to. - COMMISSIONER DAVIS: Uh-huh.

I tried to talk Daniel Hersl

about the complaints he's received over the years.

- What did he have to say? - Not much.

Just that he was doing his job.

That the complaints are proof of that.

Well, problematic to say, but

to some extent that happens to be true.

- [SCOFFS] - A cop who goes on the street,

and uses his cuffs will get some complaints.

A housecat behind some desk?

- No complaints. - STEELE: Uh, for Hersl alone,

the Board of Estimates has paid out in settlements over--

Hersl is a mess.

If I get another sustained case from IAD, he's gone.

Just like Laronde. Believe me.

I'm not defending Hersl here, or anyone for that matter, and--

Look DOJ has a job to do here, and I've told you,

I'm not adverse to the idea of a consent decree.

The more you understand the situation,

the better for everyone.

Well thank you,

but having done what I do for as long as I have,

I'm not expecting people in your department

to volunteer what I need to know.

- [CHOMPS] - STEELE: Everyone you command

is on the defensive when they talk to me.

Understood.

And the presumption is that I couldn't possibly understand

their job, or what they're facing,

or what is possible, or what's not.

Well, Baltimore is an extraordinarily violent

and drug-involved city.

Do you think that's entirely unfair?

[SCOFFS] If the job requires some of the things

that I've already seen, and already heard,

then I think it is fair to question

what these people think the job is.

I took this position in a department

that has fundamental problems

that haven't been addressed in years.

And now, the mayor who gave me the job

is leaving office in November,

and I don't know who I'm working for.

Meanwhile, I've got a State's Attorney

who is showboating the Freddie Gray case,

and has lost the support of my rank-and-file.

I have a police union that fights every change,

and I got a job-- [SCOFFS]

I have a job that changes hands every year...

So...

anyone I try to charge, or discipline can say,

"Screw him, he'll be gone in six months."

[DAVIS SIGHING]

But telling you all of this,

I still want to turn this department around.

- [INDISTINCT RADIO TRANSMISSION] - [DOGS BARKING]

And what's your name, little girl?

- [CHILD BABBLING] - [GONDO CLOSING CUPBOARDS]

- Clean down here. - [THUDDING]

Hey, any luck up there?

RAYAM: Yeah man. Found a loaded pistol.

Pretty lil' Ruger.

DAVON ROBINSON: Don't say anything.

- Daddy-- - ROBINSON: Shh, baby girl,

everything's going to be okay.

[BABBLING]

GONDO: Whoo! What you got?

- Any cash? - No, just a gun.

- Check that other dresser. - You bet.

You good, Sarge?

ALLERS: Keep looking. It's-- It's gotta be somewhere.

Yeah.

Shit.

- Hey, gun number two! - [RAYAM CHUCKLES]

Yeah, nigga.

What the fuck I'm talking about, boy.

- GONDO: Ah! - Quit playing with us.

And he shaved the serial numbers off.

Look at this shit.

Hey, take the guns downstairs. Let him see that shit.

- RAYAM: Ten-four. - Bet, here's the ammo.

Get into it. Yeah, boy!

RAYAM: Oh, shit. We found out one, but two motherfuckin' guns.

- GONDO: Ow, man, look. - [FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

GONDO: He shaved it's serial numbers off.

Goddamn.

Ain't nothing in the back room.

- [CHILD CRYING] - You?

- GONDO: Yeah! - Nah, nothing so far.

- [CHILD CRYING] - [DOGS BARKING]

ALLERS: Nothing else up here, y'all ready?

PROCTOR: On the Kitmore Road raid, what you took...

did you spread that money around?

I got greedy on that one.

I kept it all.

[SCOFFS] Maybe that's why the feds know.

Your co-defendants are talking.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

- Is Kesha with Kesha? - GONDO: Ah, yes, sir.

Bro, tell her to tell Kesha to hit me up.

Is that the girl with the fat ass?

- [INDISTINCT CHATTER] - Yo, that's the one I showed you a picture of.

- Oh, damn. - [INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Hold on-- Hold on, baby. One second.

Aye, order me a six-piece combo with a Sprite, Sarge.

Give me six-piece combo with Sprite money.

- [BOTH CHUCKLE] - Sarge, I'm almost done

- with that Davon Robinson report. - Here, take the money, nigga.

Yo. Did we get any cash out that joint?

- Yeah. - [OFFICER OVER RADIO] Standby.

How much money should I put down?

- Money? - RAYAM: Yeah.

Can you add on a six-piece combo

with a Sprite to that, sweetheart?

- GONDO: He tryin' to taunt me with that. - [LAUGHING]

RAYAM: Sarge, Davon Robinson report.

- You talkin' about money from the raid we just did? - RAYAM: Yes, yes.

Here's your money right here.

So, how much do you want?

- See this weird shit? - ALLERS: Hey!

- Sarge, I'm just saying-- - How much you want?

RAYAM: Seriously, man, should I put down zero or what?

Oh, come on, man.

If I came across some money, you'd have known about it, man.

I always fuckin' share.

- Ain't that right, Danny? - Yeah.

Sergeant always likes to spread it around, man.

- Like fertilizer. - You heard him, fertilizer.

HERSL: Like Gondo's girl's ass.

- [LAUGHING] - Hey, shut your ass up.

You wouldn't even know what to do with all this ass.

HERSL: Oh, you're still on the phone with her? My bad.

Yeah, you heard?

[ALL LAUGHING]

AGENT PERRY: Board's gettin' full of drug players,

but no other cops yet.

Aside from Gondo.

[PHONE DIALING]

- Oh, speaking of which-- - GONDO'S GIRLFRIEND: All right.

GONDO: Look, baby.

I'm sorry, lotta dumb shit going on at work.

You there?

GONDO'S GIRLFRIEND: Men make time for what they want to make time for.

GONDO: Shit, you been reading them woman magazines again.

- Look, girl-- - Is that our guy?

He's all the way in the dog house with his girlfriend.

- Missed date night again. - [INDISTINCT CHATTER]

I gotta mark this down as non-pertinent,

but before I do listen to some of this ball-busting.

GONDO: Baby, do you even know what it means

to be in a motherfuckin' war?

We at war with half the damn city.

GONDO'S GIRLFRIEND: The shit you talk. Oh, my--

GONDO: For real, we're bringin' in guns,

we snatchin' drugs, one case to the next.

And I'm keepin' you with all the court pay and overtime

- and workin' my ass off-- - To hear him tell it,

- he's a hero. - GONDO: And here you come to bust on me for this shit.

- [INDISTINCT CHATTER] - Drug war justifies a lot.

GONDO: Yeah, I can do that.

- GONDO'S GIRLFRIEND: Okay. - JENSEN: All right.

MICHAEL FRIES: Who's better than you, kid?

WAYNE JENKINS: Swear to God, dude.

All right, let's do it then, come on. You got that?

FRIES: I've got a half-dozen humps

and Wayne fuckin' Jenkins.

What'd you bring in this time, Rook?

I've got the four-five,

three Z.'s bagged, QP of weed and a little over three grand.

- [PHONE RINGING] - Born to work plainclothes, ain't you?

- You know how it goes, Sarge. - [CHUCKLES]

It's what we do. One second.

What's going on, baby?

He what? Hang on, slow down. He what?

KRISTY: The contractor showed up.

- He's still there? - [INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Okay. No, don't sign nothing, all right? You just--

You just keep him there, you understand me.

No, keep him there, I'm on my way.

- Motherfucker. - What's up?

This contractor asshole just changed up all the quotes

on Kristy for the new house. I gotta go, man.

I gotta go straighten this motherfucker out.

Now? Who's gonna submit all this shit at ECU?

- Sarge, my wife needs me. - Fuck her needs!

Take your fucking skirt off, and get over here.

We got work to do.

[SCOFFS]

All right, come on. Let's bag it up then.

- Yeah, let's bag it up. - All right.

- [INDISTINCT CLAMORING] - [SIGHS]

Shit, man.

Fuck me, man. Always a line down here, dude.

I fucking got places I gotta be.

Man, we all got somewhere to be.

Aye, man, no, I really do.

Here we go, man. Fuck you, Wayne.

- IAN SHIELDS: Golden boy. - [JENKINS CHUCKLING]

JENKINS: Oh, look at you all proud and shit.

What this your first time down here?

Come through with a BB gun, or something?

I know that look, asshole. What's in the bag this time?

I mean you know me. Jackpot.

- SHIELDS: Quit bragging, dude. - That's the way it is, man.

Aye, you got a big dick, you wear tight pants.

Just because you plainclothes Flex Squad motherfuckers get

to do what you want. Running all wild and shit.

We're hunters, dawg. We get to hunt.

[SCOFFS] Yeah.

Jenkins, get your ass to the front of the line.

Oh, I can do that.

- Appreciate you, Sarge. - Hey.

You keep giving me good stats, I'll get you what you need.

Jesus, get a room, you two.

Hey, man, you know who that is right?

That's Mickey Fries, man.

He's got Southeast flex, man,

but I'll tell you what he got the whole Eastern shook!

Motherfuckers be yellin', "Hey, Mickey Fries out!

Mickey Fries out!" Everybody starts runnin'.

That's real police, man,

you don't know nothing about that.

Just sign the forms. I'll stay around to process everything.

- I appreciate you, Sarge. - Now go help your wife.

- Yeah, you know I will. - Family man. [CHUCKLES]

Aye, you keep it sexy, bro. [CHUCKLES]

- [DOOR OPENING] - EVANS: Special Agent Jensen,

you are hereby relieved of duty.

You're early. But I won't complain.

EVANS: Anything to note?

Pretty quiet.

Couple of false starts that turned into non-pertinents.

Well, you get out of here, and get yourself some rest.

No rest for me. I've got flute practice.

- As in, the woodwind instrument? - Mm-hmm.

- Wow, flutist. - Flautist.

I flaut. Call me if anything pops off.

- Hey. - [ALARM BEEPING]

- [ANNOUNCER SPEAKING OVER P.A.] - Young'un.

Holy shit. As I live and breathe.

I heard you were a housecat now.

[SCOFFS] Just biding my time.

Trying for an even 30 before I put in my papers in.

- Where were you before? - Permanent midnight,

Sector Two. Like my days to myself.

Before that, I had the Flex Squad.

But fuck it, son. I got out of there.

You didn't like plainclothes?

Man, I didn't like what we were doing.

Jumping out on old heads and children.

Everybody gettin' paid, and nothing gettin' no better.

This job, man, it's changed.

- [DOOR CLOSES] - Guess you glad you got to homicide, right?

Murder's still murder.

What you doing up here?

You got a Jaquan Dixon?

His name is on a report I'm interested in.

BILLY FINCH: Check out back.

Charlie shift is shaping up, so he's probably there.

Tall young brother with a light beard.

- Be easy, Billy. - You too, man.

- [INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER] - Jaquan Dixon?

- All day. - Suiter,

- Homicide. - [SIREN WAILING]

Uh-oh. Big time.

Yeah, looking for some help

on a shots-fired call you handled last week.

The one on Hilldale.

At the old lady's house. What about it?

Call came in anonymous, right?

Yeah. Bunch of assholes popping off but no one gets hit.

SEAN SUITER: Get any names from anyone?

By the time we roll up, everybody been gone.

Why are you pulling it up now?

It's half a block from my murder.

I have the Fenwick case.

Right. The dude in the alley.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

SUITER: Well, it was just a hunch,

in case, you caught a name or two.

- [CAR LOCK BEEPING] - Uh, no names, but--

I was one of the last guys at the scene,

and this did happen at a grandma's house,

and I wanted to make sure she was good. But--

I guess she was, 'cause her old ass blew me off.

- [BOTH CHUCKLE] - You got the casings, right?

What?

I submitted spent casings to ECU.

Five of them. Also a spent round that broke a car window.

- You did? - My sergeant said fuck it,

why bother if, you know, no one was shot.

But I mean, I don't mind a ride downtown

and a little paperwork.

- [CHUCKLES] My man, respect. - [CHUCKLES] Mm-hmm.

You wanna roll up through the scene? It's right up the street.

- Come on. - [SIREN WAILING]

TARIQ TOURE: I look at my son,

and can't help but see the facts between us

that there could easily be a piece of glass between us.

So I kiss the ground every night,

I never know when my time's up.

To be a Black man in America

is to live every day in a lineup.

- LISTENER 1: That's right. - LISTENER 2: Uh-huh.

[AUDIENCE CHEERING]

BOOKSTORE EMPLOYEE: Let's hear it one more time

for West Baltimore's own,

Tariq Touré.

He is truly a voice,

and this city is lucky to have him.

- AUDIENCE MEMBER: Yeah. - Alongside his fellow panelists,

D. Watkins...

[AUDIENCE APPLAUDING]

...Dr. Zauditu-Selassie,

he'll be in the back signing books.

Hey, remember to pay for 'em first.

[AUDIENCE LAUGHING]

BOOKSTORE EMPLOYEE: And thank you all

- for coming out. - [AUDIENCE APPLAUDING]

TOURE: Fact of the matter is,

I'm not really a political writer.

You should probably go talk to D.

STEELE: Oh, I will,

but people told me I should reach out to you

because of the work you do on racism and police violence.

So, how long have you been doing this?

Feels like forever,

but I started going extra hard

after Freddie Gray was killed, you know?

We already knew how trash our police department was.

Trash. But the world got to take it in.

Mm-hmm. So, what's your take on the mayor's race?

Politics drains the souls of righteous people.

They volunteered to work

at the slaughterhouse. All of them.

Okay, and the new Police Commissioner?

Kevin Davis? You know, he gives out his personal cell.

Says he has an open-door policy for everyone in the community.

- He does that? - I mean, yeah,

but he doesn't pick up the phone.

In my experience. I mean, I called him twice.

Davis is also a politician, right?

Anybody who can keep Gray's killers on payroll,

plus those brutal cops who were plastered

in that long article in the Sun,

with their crimes on display, city payouts, right?

And you cannot clean the floor with a bucket of dirty water, now can you?

Dirty water can still put out a fire.

[SCOFFS]

Not the fires in this city.

TIM JACOBS: So, I'm seeing this chick, Misty.

Classic Highlandtown whore, fried hair,

- smells like an ashtray. - [JENKINS CHUCKLES]

JACOBS: With bad perfume on top.

Man, pull up on these two right here.

[INDISTINCT RADIO TRANSMISSION]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

JENKINS: What's going on, gentlemen?

You guys do me a favor, and just wrap things up for us?

Go on inside the house.

What you mean? We live here, man. We not doing nothin'.

- Yo, chill. - Aye, my man.

Did you hear me say you were doing something?

We got a lot going on tonight, we need the streets clear.

So go inside. Now.

- OFFICER: [OVER RADIO] Standby. - Let's go.

Appreciate it. Get the fuck outta here.

So, Misty used to strip right over at the Ritz.

- Yeah. - You know, on Broadway?

Big ol' ass for a white girl.

Man, circle around on these two, man.

- What the fuck? Fucking kids. - [CAR ENGINE ROARING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[POLICE SIREN BLARING]

JENKINS: Aye, man I tried to fucking be nice.

- JACOBS: We need a backup unit, 500 block of North Milton. - Now you're going to jail,

- you understand me? - Don't move, man.

- Fuck off them steps. - These my steps.

- I ain't goin' nowhere. - Your steps, motherfucker?

- [GRUNTS] - [GROANS]

[INDISTINCT YELLING]

Don't fucking fight me, motherfucker.

- Hands, you motherfucker! - [YELLS] Stop!

You want to talk that fucking shit?

Say it again. Still want to talk that fucking shit?

JACOBS: Christ, come on. That's enough, Wayne. Christ.

- Yeah, now it's enough. - ROBERT: The fuck is that about, man?

- JACOBS: Chill, Wayne. - ROBERT: That's my fuckin' brother, man.

- Hope you feel better about yourself! - You got a big fucking mouth,

you know that?

- ROBERT: That's fucked up! - [DOGS BARKING]

- [KNOCKING AT DOOR] - OFFICER 1: Give my keys back.

OFFICER 2: Are you about to go for some coffee?

OFFICER 3: Get your arrests up, then coffee!

- They say you wanna see me, Sarge? - FRIES: Shut the door.

Okay.

[INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT OVER P.A.]

- What's going on? - Brother, you fucked up.

Big time.

I mean, two guys enjoying a beer on their steps?

- What the fuck, dude? - [SCOFFS] What, those assholes?

- They came back on it? - FRIES: You left witnesses.

And a fucked-up arrestee who had to go to Hopkins

for stitches. They came in with a pretty legit complaint.

Yo, look, I gave them a chance. I told them

they had to get the fuck on inside. I mean, that's--

- I circled the block. One of them mouths off to me. - Wayne!

You could lose your job over shit like this.

Lose my jo--

Hang on. Hang on. Look, maybe things...

you know, got out of hand. You know, maybe-- maybe--

- maybe I took it a little bit-- - What?

- Are you guys-- - [BOTH LAUGHING]

Aw, you guys are fucking with me?

[LAUGHTER CONTINUES]

- JENKINS: Aw, fuck, Sarge. - Wayne, calm down.

You're an earner and you work your ass off.

We are always gonna protect you.

But seriously, you could've been nailed.

Problem is, you half-assed the paperwork.

Look, I-- I'll be honest with you I just--

- I didn't really think this was much of anything. - FRIES: Look here.

- [CLEARS THROAT] - Always start with the attack.

The threat to your safety can never be mentioned enough.

- Yeah. - See? It has to seem standard,

to anyone looking at this...

- [SCOFFS] - ...that you and any other officers

- were in serious danger. - JENKINS: I know.

I don't even see the part in here about the broken bottle.

I had to hear about that from your partner.

Yeah, yeah. Look, that fucker, he didn't--

He didn't just drop it, I mean, yeah, he did.

He threw it right at me. I mean, luckily LT,

- I'm an elite athlete. - [CHUCKLES]

JENKINS: Yeah, I mean, he would have hit me

right in the fucking grill if I hadn't been so nimble, you know? So...

No, you're right, Sarge.

I just didn't think this one mattered, I got--

- I got sloppy. - Rewrite that sumbitch, okay?

All right, I-- I'm on it.

You motherfucker,

- you scared the shit out of me, man - [FRIES LAUGHS]

♪ [JENSEN PLAYING FLUTE]

[PHONE DIALING]

GONDO: What up?

INFORMANT: Yo, you got it done, right?

GONDO: Just pulled them over.

North and Gay, couple of blocks below you.

INFORMANT: The white boy, right?

The one we talked about.

GONDO: Yeah, yeah, him and his girl.

INFORMANT: He got the money

and the gun, like I said?

PERRY: You hungry yet?

- JENSEN: Shhh. - PERRY: I'm thinking Thai.

- GONDO: He better. - Gondo's on the line.

GONDO: But you hold up, we ain't rushing it.

INFORMANT: 'Cause I told him I had his shit,

but I ain't got nothing here no more.

- No zannies, no nothing. - GONDO: Right.

- Yeah, you don't need nothing. - INFORMANT: Bro.

GONDO: He ain't gonna make it to you.

We're not rushing.

INFORMANT: I've gotta make my own plan now,

you know, just in case some shit go wrong. I can't--

[PHONE VIBRATING]

- Yeah? - JENSEN: Where you at?

I'm at the Prime Rib having steak au poivre.

JENSEN: How fast can you get to North Avenue?

- Why? - Gondo is at a traffic stop,

and it's coming across kind of strange.

Gondo's on the wire right now? Ah, crap. All right.

North and what?

- North and Gay. - INFORMANT: Don't let him go.

I don't got his shit.

- [INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER] - ♪ [HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING]

- They didn't find anything? - Hold up.

RAYAM: Give me your shit. The fuck are you doing?

- [INDISTINCT RADIO TRANSMISSION] - RAYAM: It's them.

- What's with these Howard County fuckos? - [RAYAM LAUGHING]

These motherfuckers are scared.

- So scared it got me nervous. - Man, fuck this.

I'm hungry. Let 'em buy their little drugs and leave.

Nah, nah, nah, it's a gun in there. Hold up, bro.

SIERACKI: Gang's all here.

Gondo, Rayam, Hersl,

- and I think Allers. - [SIGHS]

INFORMANT: Yo, he usually got the shit in back.

Fuck this, I want lunch. I'm hungry.

RAYAM: All right, bro, you--

GONDO: Hersl, you got no chill, man.

- Get the fuck out the car! - What the fuck I do?

- Get the fuck out of the car. - Come on, man.

Put your hands behind your head.

- RAYAM: Put your hands behind your head. - HERSL: Go.

- HERSL: Okay, come here. - RAYAM: Sit down.

DEFORGE: Come on, man. What did we do?

- Put your legs out-- - The fuck did I do, man?

Don't you fucking worry about it, man, all right?

[INFORMANT SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER PHONE]

Aye, man, keep that shit moving!

They're gonna go inside the guy's pockets.

Oh, yeah. We got a little something there.

DEFORGE: The fuck you doing, man? Get off me.

- You kidding me? - RAYAM: Shut the fuck up.

HERSL: Ain't no gun in here.

GONDO: Keep looking. It's in there.

- HERSL: All right. - RAYAM: Where you put it?

Motherfucker, are you sure?

INFORMANT: The gun is in his right pocket.

- His jacket. - You saw that shit?

INFORMANT: Yeah! He carry it every time he comes.

- Yeah. - INFORMANT: I think he got so much money, he be scared.

- Hey! - INFORMANT: He should have like 600 or 700 dollars on him,

- thinking he could get robbed. - Check his jacket, yo.

INFORMANT: So he comes every time with a gun.

He ain't wearing a fuckin' jacket, he's wearing a t-shirt!

Hey, man, just check the shit.

HERSL: Yo, dicklip.

Where's your jacket? In the back?

I don't have a jacket, man!

- Oh, yeah? You don't have a jacket? - DEFORGE: Yeah.

- All right, man. - GONDO: He said he ain't wearing a jacket.

Calm the fuck down.

He's shaking his head. He ain't got nothing.

GONDO: They searched him, it ain't in there.

It ain't in his pockets, man.

He's shaking his head, saying he ain't got nothing on him.

They searched him already. It ain't in his pockets.

- INFORMANT: Yes, it is! He carries it every time he comes. - Man, you bugging, you gotta--

- Whoo! [LAUGHS] - What you got?

- [HERSL CAWING] - I like that sound.

You not gonna like that sound, but I like that.

- Oh, shit. - HERSL: Aye, yo.

- Look at that. - GONDO: [CHUCKLES] Aye, yo.

Ooh, ain't she cute?

GONDO: [LAUGHS] I told you motherfuckers.

Ain't she cute?

- GONDO: We out here, bro. - Come on, that's a cute little--

- Don't wake her. Look at that! - [LAUGHS]

- GONDO: We eating tonight, yeah! - Stupid motherfucker.

- HERSL: Oh, yeah. - DEFORGE: What?

- RAYAM: Your girl got a point. - HERSL: Nice one, Gondo.

- [GONDO LAUGHING OVER WIRE] - When this guy lands at Central Booking

and makes his phone call...

we're gonna want a recording of it.

That her on the porch, signifying?

Yeah, that's her. She wouldn't give me no play at all.

Uh, people don't like to talk to us.

I wonder the hell why.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

Shells were scattered right over there by the curb.

Car window was shattered over here.

Looked inside and there was a pretty clean bullet

sitting on the back seat, plain as day.

[DIRT BIKE ENGINE REVVING]

Young lady, can I talk to you?

- I ain't got time, excuse me. - Hold on.

Baltimore Homicide, what's your name?

- Do you live here? - This my boyfriend's house, why?

What's your boyfriend's name?

- Sir, what do you want with us? - What's his name?

Tae. Nobody did anything, can I go?

Okay, one sec. What's your name?

- Ebony. - Ebony.

Do you or Tae own a gun?

[SIGHS] I'm gonna go in the house.

- I'm not arrested, right? - SUITER: No,

but we're gonna find out what happened,

and where those bullets we found out here came from.

When we do, somebody's gonna get locked up.

- Can I go? - Have a fine day.

Miss Ebony got something to hide.

- Yeah. - [METAL CLANGING]

GREENE: I live here.

Do you understand me?

Y'all come and go, but I live here.

- I understand. - So do I, Ms. Greene.

This is my post.

You remember, I tried to talk to you about this the other day,

- when it happened. - I guess you think you doing good policing

up this neighborhood.

Ma'am, we want to do a good job.

Now, I understand why you feel how you do about police.

But a good man died around the corner from here.

I mean, a working man,

just like me.

Me and that clean brother up on your wall.

I was in the service too. Is that your husband?

My late husband.

You know, we were one of the first Black families

to buy up on this block.

It was beautiful.

[CHUCKLES] Believe it or not, it was beautiful.

Mrs. Greene...

we're not asking you to come to court or anything like that.

We just need a little help.

Can you tell us anything?

Anything at all about the shooting

that took place across the street?

Any little thing will help.

Miss Ireane, up on the corner, she has a grandson.

That boy's a devil.

A true devil.

That's all I have to say.

- One more thing-- - That's all I have to say.

BRADY: But in that sense, Ms. Steele,

I'm not sure what we could tell you

that is going to change your mind.

You folks came into town with these preconceived notions,

and you're gonna act on those, no matter what we tell you.

We came to town because the newspaper here

reported on all the cash settlements

the city had paid out

to victims of police misconduct.

- A string of brutality cases-- - Claimed misconduct.

Those settlements did not admit

to any fault on the part of the officer.

But cash settlements nonetheless.

And sufficiently concerning is that

the mayor invited an outside assessment of the department.

The same mayor who lost control of the city

and let the Freddie Gray riots tear through downtown.

Do you believe the new mayor

will be more sympathetic to your officers?

It's not as though Catherine Pugh

is running on law and order.

We'll see. But if she ties up this department

in a federal consent decree and we can't police effectively,

then she'll have the same political problems as Stephanie.

Can I ask you something,

not as the union president, just for my edification?

Are Baltimore police engaged in a work slowdown

because of the Freddie Gray indictments?

Arrest numbers are way, way down

even as violence in the city is up.

The union does not in any way endorse a job action.

But if you're asking if there are officers

who won't risk indictment for trying to clear a corner,

or make an arrest...

I think that's probably the case.

Would you risk your freedom for trying to make an arrest

if you knew a prosecutor might come behind you

with an indictment for false arrest?

If the arrest is legitimate.

BRADY: You're talking about probable cause. Ms. Steele,

the courts themselves keep changing their mind

on-- on the rules of when we can detain,

or stop-and-frisk, or arrest someone.

Every year, the Supreme Court has a new version

of what the Fourth Amendment says.

And here comes Mosby, our State's Attorney,

not only charging a murder because Gray died

of undetermined causes in the back of a police wagon,

but charging the officers who arrested that man,

who had a knife, for false arrest.

Charging them criminally.

If any Baltimore cop doesn't want to risk using his handcuffs

- after seeing all that... - [BOTH CHUCKLE]

...can you blame him?

And when all the acquittals come in...

and they will...

- we'll see if we go through another round of riots... - [STEELE SCOFFS]

...or the new mayor will defend the city.

Could there ever be a moment

where a police officer performed their job in such a manner

that you would agree with a finding

that he or she should be fired for abusive behavior

or brutality? Could that ever happen in Baltimore?

- Certainly. - Has it ever happened?

[INHALES DEEPLY]

We are a labor union, Ms. Steele.

We are here to support our members.

DEFORGE: [ON RECORDING] I'm gonna need it for bail.

AMY: [ON RECORDING] They gave me back your wallet,

and it was empty. There was nothing.

DEFORGE: Most of it wasn't in the wallet,

it was in the money clip. The cash was all in my clip.

AMY: They didn't give me back no clip.

- DEFORGE: Thievin' fucking cops took all of it. - AMY: Shit.

DEFORGE: Amy, you need to get me out of here.

- [RECORDING STOPS] - SIERACKI: Courtesy of the City Detention Center.

We got them stealing in real time.

WISE: Which ones?

Gondo, Rayam, Allers, Hersl.

On that car stop. I had eyes on all of them the whole time.

- Are we having fun or what? - [CHUCKLES]

- [JENSEN SIGHING] - [SIERACKI CHUCKLES]

- [KEYBOARD KEYS CLICKING] - HERSL: I don't know what to think, all right?

We got Bédard, maybe Guthrie.

After that , we ain't got nothing but shit.

They won't pay for pitching!

They say they're rebuilding. The Orioles have been rebuilding

for fucking forever.

SNELL: They used to have a farm system.

HERSL: That's right. It was called the Oriole Way,

but not anymore. Yo, Jenkins.

- What're you drinking, boy? - JENKINS: What it is, man.

What you got? What you working with?

No, fuck that, you gotta chip in.

JENKINS: Now, come on, what's going on, man?

- Come on, pay up, pay up. - [JENKINS CHUCKLES]

Uh, see, my girl say when a nigga start patting his pockets

when you ask him for money,

- he broke. - [HERSL CHUCKLES]

That's not what your girl said to me, man.

- [HERSL LAUGHING] - SNELL: Okay.

Tell you what, I got that overtime coming,

I'll get you like Tuesday, or some shit.

Nah, keep that shit, Jenkins!

You might need it to buy a maxi-pad or something.

- ♪ [ROCK MUSIC PLAYING] - Damn!

- Shit, y'all got steaks, huh? - HERSL: Yeah,

- we ain't fucking around. - Whoo! All right.

Well, shit. Okay, Danny. Might have to go

- in the old secret stash then. - [HERSL LAUGHING]

- HERSL: Ah, there it is. - SNELL: Motherfucker,

you finally get promoted to citywide plainclothes,

and you can't fill them pockets with a shit ton of money?

- How that work? - Get me one of those fat ones, man.

- Yeah, all right, dude. - I'll tell you what your problem is.

See, I get drunk for a week off 20 bucks.

I never told y'all to buy this high-call bullshit.

Come on, Danny, what's happening to you, man?

What is this shit right here, man?

What the fuck is this bougie-ass bottle, man?

What the fuck is "Pat-Ron," anyway?

[ALL LAUGHING]

It's Patron tequila, Wayne.

You might as well still be in uniform if you wanna

- carry shit like that. - [SNELL LAUGHING]

- "Pat-Ron." - [ALL LAUGH]

Danny, I know what the fuck it is, man.

- I'm just fucking with you, man. - HERSL: [LAUGHING] All right.

- All right. - You got me?

Uh-huh.

Don't know what the fuck you're laughing at.

- This shit's funny? - SNELL: Yeah, a little funny.

Tell you what's fucking funny, is your fucking police work.

That's what's funny, dude.

- That's what's fucking funny. - HERSL: Yeah.

♪ ["B. BOY" BY TECH N9NE PLAYING] ♪

♪ [MUSIC STOPS]

- [CAR DOOR CLOSES] - [BOTTLES CLANKING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[BOTTLE BREAKING]

PEDESTRIAN: Excuse me!

[SHOP BELL RINGING]

JENKINS: You ever fucking lock the door, Donny?

[DOOR CLOSING]

Damn, look at you up there.

Looks like times are tough, Donny.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

STEPP: Yeah, it's all right, man.

But, uh, not without those letters of recommendation,

- one of which was yours. - Hey, man, I do what I can.

Mm-hmm. State wasn't giving me no bondsman's license.

I got a fundamental belief

in second chances, Donny. It's just who I am.

STEPP: Ain't that the truth. But you know,

I'm gonna use that second chance

- to make some real bank now. - [JENKINS CHUCKLES]

- I'm sure you will. - But, uh,

you're doin' all right. I mean, you're doing real well, right?

You're like, uh, citywide now, right?

Oh, yeah. Organized Crime Division.

- STEPP: Well, that's big time. - Yeah, whatever.

Now I just gotta go get paid like them other guys.

[SIGHS] Let's go look at some women.

That'll get your spirits up.

- [CHUCKLES] Fuck yeah. - [STEPP CHUCKLES]

- Let's go look at some pussy, man. - All right, man.

I gotta change my shirt, man.

I smell like a fucking elephant's asshole, man.

Come on, let's go. Double D.

♪ [CLUB MUSIC PLAYING]

- [INDISTINCT CHATTER] - JENKINS: Holy shit.

Goddamn queen. Look at her, man. She's a goddamn queen.

- [STEPP LAUGHING] - JENKINS: What's going on, girl?

What's going on with that?

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Look at that Amazon queen right here.

- STEPP: Yeah. Go for it, man. - I'll leave my wife for her.

I'll leave my wife for her, I'll do it tonight.

STEPP: Do it. I ain't stopping you.

B-GIRL: Who's a queen?

- JENKINS: Oh. - Hello.

- Wow. - Yeah, wow.

- Wow. - Wow, what's your name?

- I want to eat you up. - [B-GIRL CHUCKLES]

Look at those big old lips.

- Girl, you so sexy. Can I touch you? - B-GIRL: Oh.

- Can I touch you? - Hold on. Hold on.

You wanna buy a bottle of champagne

and come with me to the back room?

- [LAUGHS] Yeah? I don't know. - Yeah.

What's gonna happen in the back room?

You got to buy the bottle first.

- How much is that gonna cost me? - Two hundred.

- [GROANS] - And then a tip for me.

That's a little rich for my blood.

I don't think so.

- I think so. - I don't think so.

- Can we negotiate a little bit? - Mm.

Don't worry about it, bro, I got this. Go on.

- JENKINS: For real? - STEPP: Yeah. Oh, yeah.

- I got you, man. Here. - B-GIRL: See? He got you.

- Ooh. Shit, you worked the man. - [B-GIRL LAUGHS]

- Let's go. - B-GIRL: Wait,

- you're not police, are you? - [SCOFFS]

Come on, girl.

- Man, fuck the police. - STEPP: All right, all right.

And that's just for starters, all right?

B-GIRL: Oh, okay.

- You take care of my boy. - Oh, you already know.

[CHUCKLES] You already know, D.

You already know!

- Let's go. - Let's go. Double D!

- ♪ [LIGHT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING ] - So, how's Baltimore?

[STEELE CHUCKLES]

STEELE: I'd like to say I've seen worse,

but I can't remember where.

Half the department has quit working

to protest the Freddie Gray indictments,

and the other half can't stop beating on people.

And both halves tell me the job can't be done legally.

Assuming she wins in November, which she should,

will the new mayor be cooperative?

Pugh? Well, we haven't met her yet.

But Police Commissioner Davis, he tells me that he doesn't know

if she's on board for the consent decree.

That's different from Rawlings-Blake.

STEELE: Davis thinks that her campaign donors,

the developers, are telling her

that the consent decree will bankrupt the city.

- What do you think of him? - He says the right things.

To me, he's pro-reform,

caught between rocks and hard places.

But?

I get that he inherited a mess of a department,

but I just... [SCOFFS]

...I don't see a man ready to take on the status quo.

He told me privately, he's never seen a department

where so few cops are interested in police work.

That he doesn't know who he can rely on.

He said that?

He told me something else.

He said he thinks he's got cops stealing.

STEELE: Yeah, I'm hearing that too.

So, how are things here in Washington?

A little nauseous right now, what with these early primaries.

- I mean, can you believe it? - [STEELE SCOFFS]

- [INDISTINCT CHATTER] - Where you been?

- On the street. - No, seriously.

I was on the street.

- [INDISTINCT CHATTER] - [TELEPHONE RINGING]

SUITER: God damn. Yes, yes, yes. I got a match.

- Two good bullets. - Which case?

SUITER: Fenwick case.

The Fenwick bullet matches what else?

A shots-fired call around the corner.

Bullets from a shots-fired? No vic?

Who the hell recovers a bullet on that shit? Seriously.

[CHUCKLES]

[METAL CLANGING]

- [INDISTINCT CHATTER] - [DOGS BARKING]

Ebony. Where's Tae? I need to talk to him.

Look, do not play with me.

He's a suspect in a murder, and if I find out

you're hiding him, you're going to jail too.

You know what? Fuck this. Let's go downtown. Come!

Uh, at his cousin's house,

by that McDonald's off of North Avenue.

- I don't know the address. - Pull your phone out.

- [EBONY SIGHS] - Pull it out.

- I'm gonna give you one chance to help yourself... - [BAG UNZIPPING]

...and you need to take it.

Was Tae involved in the shooting that happened around here?

Call him. Tell him to meet you here, now.

Do you really want this kind of trouble?

Is this guy worth it?

[SIGHS]

Work, work, work, work, work, work, work. [SIGHS]

- [ELEVATOR BELL DINGS] - [INDISTINCT CHATTER]

SIERACKI: Rayam and Gondo gave us this one.

- WISE: Davon Robinson? - A.K.A. Wooda.

Allers robbed him right in front of his girl and two children.

[CHUCKLES] If he had been so good as to share it

with Gondo and the others on the raid,

they might not be putting him in so quickly now.

Where's Robinson now?

Not D.O.C. and not courtside.

I don't see anything on the active docket.

Well, let's talk to him. Part of tightening up these cases

is getting the victims to cooperate.

Put some of these guys on the stand,

and you make it real to a jury.

I don't think he's going to agree

to testify against police.

Well, he might when we tell him Allers and the rest

are already locked up.

And the U.S. Attorney's Office is going to look out for him.

Let's bring him in and I'll lay it out.

[KNOCKING AT DOOR]

- [CHILD BABBLING] - Help y'all?

Hello, I'm Erika Jensen, with the FBI.

Is Davon Robinson around? We'd like to talk to him.

- FBI? - Mm-hmm.

You looking to speak with Davon?

Grandma, can you come get this baby?

CHILD: It's pretty.

Thank you.

Is this Davon's daughter?

Looks more like her daddy every day.

- [VAN DOORS CLOSING] - [INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

SUITER: All right.

That takes care of Devante Brim.

OFFICER: In you go.

Now let's give his house a good toss and find some guns.

[VAN DOORS CLOSING]

Shit, she almost likes you.

NICOLE: I didn't hear the garage door.

I left the car in the driveway.

I was trying not to make too much noise.

How was work?

SUITER: Actually...

work was really good.

- That's a switch. - [SUITER GRUNTS]

A murder is down 'cause of me.

Me and a cop,

a kid who actually did his damn job.

It's down.

It wouldn't be down without us. So... [CHUCKLES]

...work was just about perfect.

- I'm so proud of you. - [SUITER CHUCKLES]

Detective Suiter. [CHUCKLES]

[SMOOCHES]

- So, you up now? - [CHUCKLES]

- [CHUCKLES] - At three in the morning?

- I'm not that proud. - Hmm.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

[INDISTINCT CLAMORING]

JENKINS: Henderson, that motherfucker?

I'll tell you, that's the biggest fucking waste

of a big body I've ever seen, dude.

He looks mean, but he's soft as fuck.

Let's get this. Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir.

♪ [BLUES ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]

Aye, Sues, give us another round. Whoo!

- What's up, Supe? - Aye!

JENKINS: Oh, I love you, man, you came through.

- I told you. - [LAUGHS]

You know we trying to do our best.

Man, you lucky as fuck, man.

I'm just ordering another round. Sit down, man.

MILLER: Yeah.

Don't look at him too long there, Sue. He belong to me.

SUE: Got it, Wayne.

- [ALL LAUGH] - Y'all look torched.

- Yeah, man, we are. There's a reason for that. - Yeah.

Dude, you got some good fucking timing.

He shows up right when the fucking round's

- being poured. - But hold up,

I gotta hit the head though, all right?

I'll get the next round, all right?

Nobody, nobody drives tonight, you hear me?

- SUE: Nah, you won't be driving nowhere tonight. - Look, Sue.

- Take the keys from these guys. - [CHUCKLES]

- Sue, you gonna take my keys? - SUE: Mm-hmm.

- SUE: I'll take your keys. - I'll take your keys.

- SUE: I'll drive you home myself, Wayne. - I didn't order this...

- [MUTTERING] I didn't order it. - Stop, man. I'll save it for Suiterman.

- What's up, how you doing? - [INDISTINCT CHATTER]

What do we think of him, man?

- MILLER: Sean? - Yeah.

You know him better than me. You been with him in S.E.S.

Can we trust him?

Yeah, I've heard good things.

Well, I guess you're gonna find out.

- SUITER: Fuck, Wayne. - ♪ [HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING]

When's the last time you ate some real food?

JENKINS: Come on, dawg.

I need that sugar rush before banging on shitheads.

- Yeah, you want a bite? - I'm good.

You sure? I got plenty up there.

Look at this shit.

Looks like a regular old car wash.

Ain't no car wash. This is a goldmine.

That. See that chubby fucker right there?

That's the fool we been up on, man.

I'm telling you, that dude is a monster.

There goes his powerboat right there.

- That's his boat? - Oh, yeah.

It's about to be our boat.

Look at these motherfuckers, late as shit.

How the fuck am I waiting on y'all?

Y'all ready to get famous?

- OFFICER 1: Let's go. - OFFICER 2: It's go time.

You two take that front door.

If anybody tries you, you break their ass,

- you understand me? - SHIELDS: Mm-hmm.

- You good? You ready? Let's go. - Yeah.

JENKINS: Police! Let me see your hands!

- Get down on the ground. - [OVERLAPPING SHOUTING]

- SUITER: Down, down! - JENKINS: Check out that door right there.

On the fucking ground. Hey, man, on the ground.

- [INDISTINCT CLAMORING] - You good?

[INDISTINCT CLAMORING] Turn that shit off.

[INDISTINCT CLAMORING]

Hey, man, let's get him off the ground, please.

- CONLEY: Are you serious? - What's going on, Mr. Conley?

You good, sir?

We got a bottle of water coming in for you right now, okay?

Look, I'm gonna level with you, sir.

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING CONTINUES]

You make this easy on me,

I'm gonna make this easy on you, all right?

Now, me and my detectives,

we are aware that there are narcotics

and firearms on these premises.

Can you tell me where they are at, sir?

[SCOFFS] You got a warrant?

[SIGHS]

Come on, big dawg.

You know I'm gonna keep it a hundred with you.

Now look, you help me out,

I'm gonna get you up out of this, all right?

Do what you gotta do, Wayne.

- [DISTANT THUDDING] - My goodness.

Y'all stubborn, huh? Goddamn.

It's gonna be like that, huh?

All right.

I mean, I could just gut this place.

I'm going to give you another shot, Mr. Conley.

Why don't you tell me where the works at, sir?

Last chance.

All right.

Ain't gonna be a car wash when I'm done with it.

Can tell you that right now.

Oops.

Gotta be all fucking stubborn, huh?

Trying to help your ass,

you're gonna be all fucking big and tough, huh?

All right.

What's up, bitch? I love this.

You're doing this, sir.

This ain't me, it's you. I gave you a shot, right?

You want to say something now? Should we keep going?

How about that?

Still don't want to say shit? How about that? Fuck!

SUITER: Wayne.

Gorilla-looking-ass motherfucker.

- Fuck you, Wayne. - Say that shit again, bitch.

You're a fucking faggot.

Ooh! It's like that, huh?

You're a choir boy. Ain't nothing tough about you, bitch.

- JENKINS: Is that right? - I got you.

- JENKINS: Is that right? - Wayne.

- CONLEY: I got you. - That's a nice fucking TV.

Goddamn, dude, with that fuckin'--

- Fucking Sony. - SUITER: Wayne!

JENKINS: What's it now, motherfucker?

Take the cuffs off, I'll buss your motherfucking ass.

You wanna fucking call me a faggot, motherfucker?

Wayne! This ain't no regular table.

Come check the table! This ain't no regular table!

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

- Ain't fucking scared of you. - [LAUGHS]

SUITER: This ain't no regular table!

Flip this bitch over, man.

Fuck.

[LOUD THUDDING]

[WOOD SPLINTERING]

SUITER: Oh!

Oh!

- Huh! - [JENKINS WHOOPING]

- Fuck! - SUITER: Mm-hmm, okay.

JENKINS: You got something to say now?

Somebody going away a long time.

Fucking jackpot up in here.

- SUITER: Oh, yeah. - JENKINS: Goddamn!

You know, sometimes the hard way works.

Hey, get them guys in here.

- CONLEY: Fuck you! - I tell you what, big dawg,

you going to jail a long fucking time, man.

Get him the fuck out of here. Aye, man,

that's some great fucking police work, dawg.

- Aye. - That's a fucking--

Hey, man, I didn't know I was here with Supercop.

- [SUITER CHUCKLES] - JENKINS: Motherfucker got silencer. Look at this.

- SUITER: Oh, my goodness. - [LAUGHS]

Goddamn, Sean, I tell you what, man.

You doing a damn thing. And a brick!

And a motherfuckin' brick.

[SCOFFS] That's some good-ass fuckin' police work, dawg.

- Yeah. - And we got about 45, 50 Gs

- in there, huh? - Yeah.

You know, you got, like, six guns, brick.

Fucking powerboat out there.

I don't know. What you think, man?

- Shit, Wayne. - JENKINS: Huh?

- What? - There's patrol outside.

- We can't walk out of here... - Okay.

- ...with 50,000 dollars. - Shhhh.

- Come on, man. Come on. - Okay, right, okay.

So, we got the brick,

we got six guns, we got the motherfucking powerboat.

Say about four Gs in drug money.

You know something, I'm going to call it in like that, dawg.

- That's what we doing. - Wayne.

- [WAYNE SHUSHES] - Wait, Wayne.

Hey, I said that's what we doing.

I'm gonna bag that shit up, we gonna get the guys.

They're going to get the rest of it.

Call a camera crew, big dawg.

That's some beautiful fucking police work.

- Congratulations. - [POLICE SIREN BLARING]

A decorated police officer.

Do you know how many guns he's taken off the street?

How many lives he saved?

He's a family man.

And has served this city for most of his adult life.

Decorated police officer. [CHUCKLES]

Hero cop, huh?

What you got me accused of here?

Taking some money?

[SCOFFS] Okay, yeah, maybe. But I did my job.

I brought guns and drugs off these streets.

I never hurt no one.

- You never hurt anyone? - Fuck no.

What about Davon Robinson?

- Who? - The young father

that you took 10,000 from. The raid on Kitmore Road.

Supplement report saying no money seized,

but we know different.

Don't we, Sergeant Allers?

SIERACKI: That ten grand you stole?

- It's about that time. - Make sure you pick up some milk on your way back.

SIERACKI: Davon Robinson owed it to his supplier.

- ROBINSON: [KISSES] Bye, baby. - [WHITAKER CHUCKLES]

SIERACKI: Those kinds of street debts...

[CAR ENGINE STARTS]

SIERCAKI: ...don't get forgiven.

- Oh, shit. - [GUNFIRE]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

- [WITNESS SCREAMING] - Hey, let's go, nigga!

- Peel off. Peel off. Go, go! - [WITNESS SCREAMING]

I'll, uh, confer with my client.

[SIGHS]

Fuck you.

SIERACKI: Okay.

[DOOR CLOSING]

JENKINS: How about when I called him a gorilla, dawg?

[LAUGHS]

I'll tell you what, Brass gonna be sucking our dicks

for this one, man. Probably get a medal or some shit.

That was a good-ass eye on that table, man. That was...

Man, you got an eye, dawg.

That was some serious police work, man.

- A good day. - [SCOFFS]

Bet your ass it was a good day.

[SUITER SCOFFS]

SUITER: I don't know, man. Shit.

[JENKINS LAUGHING]

What you don't know, man? It's yours, you earned it.

Man, you don't realize what happened today, man.

That was a bad motherfucker.

A bad fucking person, and we got him off the street, man.

- Yeah, but-- - We got his guns and his dough.

- Hang on, let me finish. - [SIGHS]

You know, we could've died today, right?

Walk in that shop...

motherfucking heads blown off.

That risk sure as shit ain't worth

what I bring home every two weeks, man. Fuck that.

My babies can't eat no fucking medal, Sean.

Or folded flag, 'cause I took a bullet

for a city that don't give two fucks about us.

- [EXHALES] - What do we do this for?

[DOGS BARKING]

SUITER: This is a lot.

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