All language subtitles for Homicide life on the street S05E19 - Deception

- Looks like he took it well.
- Took what well?

I don't know.
Whatever it is that killed him.

Joseph Agboye.
Passport issued in Lagos, Nigeria.

Left Amsterdam on Wednesday,
entered the country yesterday.

- Found dead in Baltimore this morning.
- No blood, no trauma, no forced entry.

Wallet, money and jewellery
are still on, or about, his person.

- Any guesses, Munch?
- Ah... airline food.

Undetermined causes.
Let the morgue rats figure it out.

- Excuse me, I heard that.
- I meant it in a complimentary way.

Oh, of course you did.
So what have I missed?

Man travels halfway around the world,
dies in a $20 motel room

in America, unknown and unmourned.

Don't you ever think
of anything positive to say?

Hey, if he's not murdered,
it's not my problem.

Well, well, well. We seem to have
a new record for swallowed contraband.

76 and 77 eggs
of what seem to be pure heroin.

- That's half a kilo at least.
- Easy.

When I was doing my residency,

this guy tried to cross the Canadian
border with 42 of these in his belly.

But 77, that pretty much
takes the trophy.

- You rang?
- This is Ray Borders with Customs.

Borders from Customs? Ha-ha! Lewis,
Homicide. My partner, Mike Kellerman.

And this is Joseph Agboye, found dead
at a Washington Boulevard motel today.

- That's Munch's case. See you.
- Well, now it's yours, mine and ours.

Mr Agboye swallowed half a kilo
of latex-wrapped heroin in Amsterdam.

That's before catching
a flight to Baltimore.

- Then what?
- Then a condom broke.

- I hate when that happens.
- I hear ya.

- An overdose?
- A racehorse wouldn't last a minute.

So why you calling us?
This looks like a job for Narcotics.

Right, but this is a heroin shipment

destined for the drug organisation
of one Luther Mahoney.

- Are you with us?
- We'll follow you to the end of the earth.

- Bye, Doc.
- See you later.

- Munch, pick up on line one.
- Who is it?

- An inmate from Jessup, for Bolander.
- What are you telling me for?

Momentarily lapse of insanity. I guess
you want me to handle it, I'll handle it.

Munch speaking.

Naomi. I need you
to pull an old file for me, from '87.

Last name is DeLeon, first name
is Laszlo, otherwise known as "Punchy".

He's doing ten years
for murdering Sam Noonan.

It's one of Bolander's old cases
come back to haunt me. Thanks.

OK. Terrific.

- You need a hand, Frank?
- I need a bigger locker.

- You bring your dirty wash to work?
- This is clean, Kay. This is all fresh.

- It was before I dropped it on the floor.
- I won't ask.

No, it's OK. Yes, I own a washer.
I own a drier.

I know how to do my laundry.
I just don't have the time.

I dropped these off three weeks ago.

The lady said she'd donate everything
if I didn't pick it up,

so... any other questions?

Have you finished
the report on the Rader case?

The...

No, not yet.

Well, I need it on my desk
by the end of the day.

OK.

The last three years, Joseph Agboye's
made four runs annual to this country,

entering either the Washington
or Baltimore airports.

Agboye made a call to a payphone
at a used car lot on the West Side.

This lot is owned
by one Antonio Brookdale.

Brookdale's been a lieutenant in
Mahoney's organisation for two years.

The lot was purchased
as a front for money laundering.

Mahoney's quarterly shipment.

- What do we do with it?
- We use an undercover agent.

We bring the heroin to Brookdale
at the car lot, then we arrest him.

Get Brookdale to roll over on Mahoney.

Get one of Luther's lieutenants
to roll over on him?

- We're gonna try.
- Well, you're gonna fail.

How can you be so sure?

As fast as you build a case against
this guy, he's gonna tear it down.

He'll torture witnesses.
I mean, look, he'll kill witnesses.

At best, you'll end up with a case
against Antonio Brookdale.

- At worst, with a closed car lot.
- As usual, you underestimate me.

Even if you can make a drug conspiracy
case, it's six to twelve months of work.

I don't have any problem
taking the time to do a case right.

We've had a wire in Mahoney's
phones for three months.

- Three months?
- What'd you hear?

It's like you said. I'm afraid the taps
haven't given us much of anything.

Look, Luther Mahoney is killing people.

On my shift, I've got nine open murders
tied to the man. Other shifts have four.

- What are you suggesting, Al?
- Send in the undercover.

Give Mahoney a half a kilo
of baking soda and see what happens.

Give Luther a bad package, and wait?

If nothing happens then you bust
Brookdale for attempted possession.

But if you sell Mahoney baking soda,
something's gonna happen.

My office isn't gonna be comfortable
distributing heroin. Even if it is fake.

Not another six months
with Mahoney on the street.

- What's the worst that can happen?
- Half a kilo of dope that isn't dope?

Angry gangsters, angry addicts?

The worst is beyond
my ability to comprehend it.

I want Luther Mahoney.

You gotta admit, if we pull this off,
we're gonna rock Luther's world.

- Rader case?
- Yes, prosecution report.

The daughter, is that Billie
spelled with a Y or an l-E?

- L-E.
- L-E. Oh, like Billie Holiday?

- Yeah, like Billie Holiday.
- Hey, Tim.

- You should have taken that call, Kay.
- Oh, yeah?

Guy on the other end, Laszlo DeLeon,
"Punchy". Stanley put him away in '87.

He's got info on an old murder case, the
body's whereabouts, and who done it.

- He'll hand me the whole shebang.
- Oh, yeah, what's the catch?

None, just another case in black under
my name, which could've been yours.

You forget, Munch,
they're all mine, red and black.

- Besides...
- Besides what?

I'll be willing to bet today's lunch tab
that Punchy DeLeon wants something.

Is everything a competition with you?
This is a closed case. Be happy for me.

What are you gonna say to Mahoney's
people? They're expecting Agboye.

Agboye's too sick
to complete the delivery.

After swallowing so many eggs,
it's not too hard to believe.

Well, you do look Nigerian.

I'm from Ohio. Spent the last ten years
in the DEA Field Office in Detroit.

- What's the capital of Nigeria?
- Lagos.

What's the capital of Ohio?

740 grams of benita, quinine, and
good old Arm & Hammer baking soda.

A bit of morphine base, in case they
try to run a chemical quick test on it.

Mr Mahoney, the package is in.

Not bad, huh?

Sorry to keep you waiting.
Can I get you anything?

Coffee? How about some Scotch?
Bring us a bottle of Johnnie Walker.

- What do you want, Mr DeLeon?
- Punchy!

- What do you want?
- I never said I wanted anything.

- I've got information.
- About a murder?

A murder. And since you drove out here
to see me, I assume you're interested.

I wanna make sure
we have an understanding.

You tell me where the body's buried
and who put it there,

and you don't want anything,
no private cell, no parole hearing?

I checked. You stabbed Sam Noonan,
you're doing 10 to 15 for manslaughter.

But I get out today.

- Did you ever go to Pimlico?
- For pleasure, just once.

Then you know that moment.

When you lose three weeks' pay
and you want to jump off a tall building?

Not that moment. The moment
when the gun goes off. Pow!

And the thoroughbreds
fly out of the gate.

Freedom! That's what I wanna feel
when I get out of this hellhole.

I wanna give you the low-down on this
murder, so I can have my clean start.

- You got a pen?
- Yeah, I got a pen.

In October of 1987,

a man by the name
of Jimmy "The Shirt" Pugliese

was shot twice in the head and buried
under the parking lot of Pimlico.

- Under the parking lot?
- Section C.

How do I know this is for real?

Pugliese. P-U-G-L-l-E-S-E.

- And the killer is...
- Find the body, and the rest will follow.

- See you at the track.
- Pow?

Pow!

'Antonio, someone's coming.'

- 'Who is it? '
- 'I dunno. Don't recognise the man.'

Go check this out.

- Who the hell are you?
- D'Bo.

- The what?
- D'Bo!

- Whatever. Where is Joseph at?
- Ah, he's very sick. Bad stomach.

Yeah. Shipment this large, he probably
gonna be eating light for a while.

How's it look?

What you waiting for, a tip?
You good, get out. See ya. Sucker.

- What's up?
- 'It's good news.

'I'm talking to my broker. He said
that one company you told me about... '

'Yeah, I know it.'
'He thinks they went public.

'He thinks we should
buy low and sell high.'

All right, then.

That's something. We'd been listening
to them talk about the stock market.

Now you know. Mahoney and his people
aren't really pricing the Dow 30.

Still, there's nothing
we can take into court.

Wait. Luther's gonna be
a little less cautious

once the bottom falls out.

Munch, why do you do this to me?

The guy came clean.
I'm just telling you what he said.

- You think he's telling you the truth?
- Punchy DeLeon has no reason to lie.

Besides, this is our job. We hear about
a body, we gotta at least take a look.

I hope you've got a shovel! D'you know
what it'll cost to dig up a parking lot?

Not the whole lot. Section C.

Is there a missing-persons
report on Pugliese?

No, but I did pull the guy's arrest record,
which ended abruptly in October of '87,

the same month
my source says the guy got shot.

All right, call Bolander. Find out what
he remembers about Punchy DeLeon.

If I'm gonna talk to Barnfather, I want to
make sure we are not being bulldozed.

I wanna know we're gonna strike gold.

- California, here we come.
- Call Stanley.

- Hello, Stan? It's John.
- 'Who? '

John Munch!

- You sure you got the right parking lot?
- Shut up, Brodie.

- Why couldn't this be Africa? Or Egypt?
- What?

My whole life, you know, I wanted
to go work for National Geographic.

Go along on a...
archaeological expedition.

It'd've been cool to shoot
over Mary Leakey's shoulder

when she unearthed Australopithecus.

- I wanna see bones!
- We're not done here yet, Gee.

You haven't found the body? What did
Stanley say about Punchy DeLeon?

- Punchy was a stand-up guy.
- Go on.

He was working another angle on the
Noonan murder and DeLeon confessed.

Stan thinks we can trust DeLeon.

- Go on.
- As much as we can trust any of 'em.

That's the part you didn't tell me.

This is Bolander,
the crankiest man on the planet.

- No, he's not the crankiest man. I am.
- How can I forget?

The only thing you're digging up
is a bigger hole in the annual budget.

Cut it out! Find Punchy DeLeon.

Get an explanation
to why our goldmine dried up.

I'll be barricading myself in the office,
hiding from the bosses.

All done in section C, Detective.
Any place else you want us to dig?

Yeah, right here, six feet.

Cover me over. Unmarked grave.

I've finished the report on the Rader
case. Wanna put a signature on here?

Great.

We worked well together
on that case, in my opinion.

Yeah. We sure did.

- So what do you think?
- About what?

About us. About working together.
About being partners again.

Is that what you want?

Because from what you said
a few weeks ago,

you weren't so hot on us
partnering up together.

- I changed my mind.
- Oh.

So, are we partners
or are we not partners?

Sure... Frank.

OK.

I just watched eight races,

downed 12 ounces of Johnnie Walker,
two crabcakes and won $1,600.

You missed a heck of a day, Detective.

- I was busy.
- Digging for Jimmy?

Wasting my time. There was no Jimmy
"The Shirt" Pugliese buried there.

You're sure you checked section C?
I... I specifically told you, section C.

- Bastards must have moved the body!
- Which bastards are they, Mr DeLeon?

- Who killed Pugliese?
- The truth?

I don't know who killed him.

I think I've got a done deal, the victim
and the shooter. Now I have nothing.

You will soon, just bear with me.

Forget about it. Whoever this Pugliese
is, wherever he is, I say let him lie.

- I can't do that.
- Sure you can.

- What do you care if I find him or not?
- Jimmy was my mentor.

We met here at Pimlico when I was an
18-year-old kid. Had a $5 bill in my hand.

Jimmy comes up to me and whispers in
my ear, "Put it on Cherokee Wonder."'

The odds against Cherokee were 11-1.

I bought Frances an engagement ring
with the money I made that day.

Jimmy lived a month
after I left for Jessup.

Before I get on with my life,
I wanna give my friend a proper funeral.

You'll help me do that,
Detective, won't you?

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Your coat, hat. Let's go.
- Where to?

DEA wire tap. I told Borders. He and
Kellerman'll relieve us in the morning.

Hold on, we got time.

- Maybe, maybe not.
- Afraid we'll miss the fireworks?

If Luther gets on the line,
I wanna be listening.

Come on, Luther's only had
his package three hours.

It's gonna be midnight before
them double-star bags hit the boulevard.

Right, and another two hours before
Mahoney hears back from the slingers.

The stuff won't start happening
until the early am,

but we need to be there
anyway, just in case.

- Just in case?
- Right, come on.

Just in case? You and me, surveilling in
the moonlight, glowing in the dark, huh?

Headsets on, listening for
the calm before the storm.

And what a storm it be.

If you want to open your hole

Just put your head down and go

Step beside the piece
Of the circumstance

Got to wash away
The taste of evidence

Wash it away

Evidence

Evidence

Evidence

Got a taste of evidence

I didn't feel a thing

It didn't mean a thing

Look in the eye and testify

I didn't feel a thing...

Why should I get the sergeant's exam?
Sergeants don't make overtime.

Right, I see what you're saying.

Ahem!

- We can come back.
- No, we just...

Right! Of course! Absolutely!

- What? No, no, no! Be for real!
- Cupcake?

- What?
- Cupcake?

- No, no. Thank you.
- Honey bun?

Not unless you got one
with Mother Teresa on it.

- Mother Teresa?
- That coffee shop in Tennessee.

- You never watch the news?
- Here, Prince Charming.

Thanks. Here you go.

- Any phone traffic?
- Not a call.

You kids are relieved anyway.

Mahoney's home phone.

Mmm... hello? Hello.

- Luther, that stock is way down!
- What you talking about?

'It was on the billboard at
25. Now you can pick it up for a dollar."

Antonio...

you checked it right? You checked
the stock before you bought it?

- Yeah, I gave it the quick test!
- What am I always telling you?

'Man, Luther, this stuff's always
been the best, every time it comes in."

Let me ask you something else.

- You think me a fool?
- Nah, man!

Yes, you do! You think you're pulling
a fast one on country-ass Luther, right?

Come on, Luther, it ain't even about that!

Who do you love most in this world,
Antonio? Huh?

- What do you mean?
- I'm asking you...

who it is...
that you love most in this world?

- My mum!
- 'That's nice."

I swear to God, if you messed up
my stock purchase,

I will drop both your black asses
in the same shallow grave.

Luther, man, I'm telling you
this stuff is stepped on by someone!

I'm on the phone!

Listen to him! Listen to him!
He's wetting his pants!

Wait. This one's outgoing.

- 'Yes? '
- 'Nathan? What going on? '

- 'What are you talking about? '
- 'My stuff ain't right! '

You trying to whore me, or what?

This is awful. Luther's been cheated.

- Poor guy.
- Cheers!

- To Joseph Agboye.
- Agboye!

God!

Gee, Luther Mahoney
is one unhappy drug dealer.

- He's showing the strain, huh?
- Like never before. He's panicky.

Yeah, he's using the phone. We caught
him on the wire taps talking about drugs.

Luther can't figure out
if they sold him garbage,

or his lieutenants are scamming him.

And he sold
half his bad package wholesale

to some other drug organisations.

Half the East Side dealers
are looking for a cash refund.

What's next for poor Luther?

We know he wants a face-to-face
with Brookdale and the Nigerians.

But Brookdale's scared of Luther.
He wants a meeting in a public spot.

- Druid Hill Park, reservoir, high noon.
- We have that covered?

The feds got a surveillance set up
in a high-rise across the park.

- We bring Brodie, get it all on tape.
- Good.

Bayliss, line one.

All right.

Yeah, Bayliss.

No. No, I can't.

Because I'm at work, that's why.

OK. I'll be right there.

Hey, Munch?

Have a conscience.

- How's it going, Munch?
- I don't need your smug "I told you so."'

- I came over to offer my help, but hey...
- Wait, wait. I'm sorry, Kay.

- I can't find Pugliese.
- That's your victim, right?

Yes. But... whoever killed him
left no trace of him behind.

You got nothin'?

No one in the state of Maryland
knows what became of him.

- You called Woodlawn?
- The FBI?

Talk to someone in Organised Crime.

Come on, this is Baltimore,
not the south side of Chicago, Kay.

DeLeon and Pugliese aren't mobsters,
they're wannabes.

- The feds will laugh at my face.
- Doesn't everybody?

Hey! You think I'm some kind of clown?
You sayin' I'm funny?

I'm here to amuse you?
I make you laugh?

Huh? Huh?

You got videotape in the camera, right?

That's insulting. I'm a professional.
I got tape in the camera.

- 64-30?
- 'Go ahead."

- You got a line of sight?
- 'No."

But if we move in any closer, it'll be
too obvious. How about it, 64-20?

- 64-20. Yeah, it's the same on this side.
- 'That's too bad."

You people in the high-rise
will have to be the eyes.

'We'll tell you what we see."

Ah, Homicide, Pembleton.

Uh-huh.

Right. On our way.

- You seen Bayliss?
- No, Frank.

- Naomi, you seen Bayliss?
- He left a while ago.

- Say where he was goin'?
- No.

Sarge, I got some good news
and some bad news.

I don't wanna hear about Pugliese.
You chose to ignore my advice.

You're wrong. I called over to
Woodlawn. I spoke to an agent Frolich.

They were working a money-laundering
case in Aberdeen. He was a side player.

- They lost him in '84. Case went sour.
- The good news is?

Agent Frolich kept a file out
on one of Pugliese's old girlfriends,

Dorothy Fallon, 38,
she lives in Catonsville.

- You're gonna go see her?
- On my way.

At least you've got some groceries now.

All right?

I'm goin'.

Goin' back to work.

Goodbye.

How do you like your eggs?

Huh?

OK, Luther's early.

No sign of the others.

- Dorothy Fallon?
- I'm Dorothy, yeah.

Homicide. I was hoping to talk to you
about Jimmy Pugliese.

- I understand you knew each other.
- Homicide? That's for dead people.

- I know it was a long time ago...
- Come inside, Dorothy!

But, Jimmy, he said...

Jimmy? Are you Jimmy Pugliese?

- Get off my porch.
- Punchy said you were dead.

- I don't know any Punchy.
- I just wanna talk to you.

- Come back when you've got a warrant.
- I just want to...

Pow.

I told you to come back
when you've got a warr...

Hello, Jimmy.

- Come on, grab the ball.
- You can get it.

You can catch it.

'OK, here we go.

'There's a black Sedan.

'Looks like... Antonio Brookdale.
And he's alone.

'And right on time.

'This must be the Nigerians. Looks
like three of them, in a white Lexus.

'Yes. The gang's all here."

- Talk to me!
- What you looking at, man?

I'm the one talking!
Tell me what I wanna hear!

- He is right there.
- Talk to me, man! What's up?

- What my people sent you was good.
- It was garbage.

When it gets to Hong Kong, it's good.
When it goes to Amsterdam, it's good.

- When it comes here to you, it's good.
- The package was all cut, Luther.

- Why didn't you test it?
- I gave it the quick test.

This stuff had always been right before.

That's what I'm saying! If it wasn't good,
you'd test it, get it back to the courier.

If it was garbage,
you could have sent it back.

But you didn't.

- You're a lying fool.
- I ain't lying...

Shut up! Shut the hell up!

You have no idea what it takes
to do what I've done!

You can't even begin
to see the effort, the will,

in bringing package after package of
that stuff and putting it on the corners,

and squeezing out every last dollar!

- Man, I...
- I'm the man! Shut up! Shut the hell up!

- They're getting into it.
- 'Luther looks stressed."

Do you know where heroin
comes from, Antonio? Do you?

From the Triangle! From... from Burma!

That's halfway around the planet,
a world away!

- Where the hell do you come from?
- Say what?

- Where do you come from, Antonio?
- Park Heights.

I had to go halfway around the planet
for my package.

But I can go to Park Heights, and get
three more just like you tomorrow.

This ain't right.

- Give me... my money.
- The hell with you!

I've been with you from the jump, man.
You gonna whore me like this?

I don't need this. I'm out, man.
Ain't got time for all this.

Piece.

- A gun!
- Luther's got a gun!

Go! Go!

Yo! Turn around! Turn around
and die like a man, you bitch!

- Your mum is next.
- No! No! Mummy, Mummy!

Hands in the air!

- Officer! Over here! Over here!
- Mummy!

'64-40. Shots fired at Druid Hill
Park south entrance. Two down.

- 'Request two ambos."
- '64-40, ten-four."

'AIso requesting a lookout to all districts
in connection with the double shooting.

'Seeking a black 1997 Ford Explorer
with Maryland plates.

'Suspect is believed to be armed."

- Get off of me!
- Meldrick! Where are you going?

- Meldrick.
- Get off!

- Meldrick, where are you going?
- Come on!

First Punchy says that Pugliese is dead.

So we dig up the parking lot
at Pimlico, no Pugliese.

Then Punchy begs me to find Pugliese.

Pugliese is not dead.
Then I go back to Pimlico, no Punchy...

- Munch...
- What?

I just... Please,
I wanna ask you a question.

- What?
- Do we have a homicide here or not?

I dunno. You have to help me, Kay.

- OK. Is Punchy DeLeon alive?
- Yes.

- Is Pugliese alive?
- Yes!

Then there is no murder.
Relax, forget the entire incident.

- But how can I...
- I said, drop it! I will talk to Gee.

The whole fiasco never even happened.

- Hallelujah! Thank you, Sarge.
- Mm.

- Munch, Dorothy Fallon's here for you.
- Jimmy's gone.

- He's what?
- He left with Punchy, Punchy DeLeon.

You gotta find him. Please!

You stay here, I'll call you
as soon as we find something out.

- Where are you goin'?
- Pimlico parking lot, section C!

I'm glad you showed up, Detective.
I just wanted to thank you.

Is Jimmy where I think he is?

He wasn't an easy man to find.
I couldn't have done this without you.

I played the horse to your jockey.
You rode me to the finish line.

I did, but don't be so hard on yourself.
It was all done in the name of justice.

- Justice?
- Pugliese killed Sam Noonan.

I'm not gonna believe any more
of your lies, Punchy. You killed Noonan.

That's what we wanted everyone
to think, but that's not the way it was.

Jimmy caught Sam pilfering funds
and stabbed him in the throat.

I went to Bolander and confessed.

We had an agreement.
I take the rap for Jimmy.

- Jimmy'd provide for my wife and kid.
- You did ten years for him?

I wasn't in there ten days before
Pugliese dropped out of the picture.

Frances was left with no one
to provide for her and Punchy Junior.

She was my whole life.

I love horses,

but Frances and the kid, they were
the reason I agreed to take the rap.

Once Pugliese broke his word,

Frances went to work for Amici's,
waiting tables.

She held on for 3 years. I love Frances,
but she wasn't a strong woman.

One day, she told me she just couldn't
make it on her own any more.

She married one of the matre d's.
She's living up in Wilmington now.

You know I gotta take you in.

Ten years is a long time, Detective.

A decade of my life locked up
for a murder I didn't commit.

Now I have committed a murder,
but I've served my time.

That's gotta count for something,
don't it?

A black 1997 Ford Explorer?

Yeah, nothing like it so far.

- Anybody down the garage entrance?
- There's a garage?

- 'Can I help you? '
- Police. Open up.

- 'Police? '
- Homicide! Open the damn gate!

'Could you bring some identification? '

No problem!

Get away from the safe, Luther!
I said get away from the safe!

- Ah? See, I'm not playing around now.
- Lewis...

I'm a good cop, Luther.
I'm a honest cop.

- I've got standards.
- I'm not armed.

- Never beat on a man half your size.
- I'm surrendering.

Never put an ass-whooping on a man
unless he got it coming.

- Detective...
- I'll be beating on you for a while.

- You're crazy.
- Let me ask you something.

No, no, let me tell you something.
I've been a cop for a long time.

The drugs out there,
we ain't gonna win that.

There's 100 open-air drug markets
in this city,

and there's 50,000 drug fiends out there.

And we are taking on
human desire with lawyers,

and jailhouses and lock-ups,

and you and I both know that
human desire is kicking us in the ass.

So what I need to know - why couldn't
you be happy with just the packages?

If it were just slinging drugs,
me and you wouldn't be here, would we?

But the bodies...
What about the bodies, Luther?

What is up... with them?

What is up with them?

- Seen Lewis from Homicide?
- The black guy with the hat?

- That's him.
- He's watchin' the garage.

You got half the corners
in East Baltimore!

You shoot a man for chasing your boys
from in front of his place of business!

You care more about your ghosts
than your money!

Now my question to you,
where the hell do you carry it?

- You want some more? Come on, man!
- Bitch!

Bitch!

Back up!

You a good cop now, huh?

Huh?!

You a good cop?

- You're just another ghost.
- Drop it!

I'm aiming right at your head, Luther.
Drop the gun! Drop it!

Drop it now.

What you gonna do, Detective?

Read me my rights?

You have the right to remain silent...

Hey, Luther? Before you die on me...

I wanna let you know something, yeah?

We switched your dope.

Anyone got a problem?

No.

Terri?

Get an ambulance, and call the duty
officer. It's a police-involved shooting.

What happened?

What happened?

Luther put a gun on my partner
so I lit him up.

Clean shooting, Gee.

- As simple as that?
- Yeah. It's that simple.

Meldrick, you OK with this?
You wanna talk it through?

Put a shooting team on it, Gee.
We'll give them my report.

- Mike, you wanna talk with someone?
- No. I'm good.

Evidence

Evidence

Evidence...

I got him, I got him!

Gotta taste for evidence

Well, I didn't feel a thing

It didn't mean a thing

Look in the eye and testify

I didn't feel a thing

I didn't feel a thing

It didn't mean a thing

Look in the eye and testify

I didn't feel a thing