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[bluesy rock song plays]

[song lyrics play]

[*]

Who's up?

Thank you.

Probable OD
in the Eastern District?

- [scoffs] What else is new?
- That's like 20 in three days.

All at once
everyone in Baltimore forgets
how to shoot dope?

I had four OD runs yesterday.

That's four single-page reports
with dead people's names,

who are not gonna appear
on The Board.

I'm getting nostalgic
for an old-fashioned
whodunit homicide.

[*]

[theme music plays]

- [phone rings]
- [Munch] Homicide.

Give it up for Dr. Munch.
Come on, pal.

What are you looking for?

Fresh track marks.

Why? What's the difference?

Difference is,
if I find fresh track marks,

then I know it was an OD
and I can confidently walk away.

[exhaling sharply] There you go.
The guy was a southpaw.

Worse thing could happen is,
I assume it's an OD

and then the M.E. calls me
tomorrow morning

and says it was a strangulation
or a beating.

Then I have a murder
where I didn't hold
the crime scene

or interview any witnesses.

My first partner in Homicide
taught me that.
Stan the Man.

The man never missed a trick.

My second partner,
she was so thorough
it could make your teeth hurt.

My partners. Gone, finished.
Stick a fork in 'em.

I lose partners faster
than any cop on the planet.

And marriages?
Three of them,
each one shorter than the last.

Three wives?

Maybe this guy
isn't as dumb as he looks.

It didn't end well for the guy,
but at least he knew
where he stood.

[motorcycle rumbles]

- [Kellerman] Buenos días.
- [Lewis] Hey, where the hell
you been at?

Why, what do you mean?

Well I came down,
I'm really looking for you
last night.

Didn't see your boat,
didn't see you.

[Kellerman] Well, that's
'cause I'm in a new marina.

- And I got a new boat.
- [Lewis] Oh, yeah?

Yeah, traded up
to an Ocean Sports Fisherman.

It's got a few years on it,
but it's in mint condition.

Figure I'll make some money,
on running charters,

taking people out in the bay
to chase rockfish.

Hey, hey, hey,
Mikey's living large.

- It's starting to look ugly.
- Why, what's up?

Gaffney's got a suit
from Internal in Gee's office.

Someone's in the jackpot.

Yeah, well it ain't me.
I ain't done nothing.

Lately.

Hey, where you going, Sarge?

Cavalier with a ping in it
has gotta go
to the Fallsway garage.

- [Bayliss] Well, let me do that.
- [Howard] You wanna go?
Fine by me.

[Bayliss] Come on, let's go.

I'm-- I'm off the street.

I know, for cases.
But this here is just a ride.

No-- not to worry.
I-- I have a very full day.

Uh, uh,
another in a series of trips
to the hospital

for another
in a series of check-ups,

followed by another trip
to the gun range

to fire off another box or two.

- When is that firearms exam?
- Tomorrow morning.

You'd think the department
would test me on something
that matters.

What, like typing
30 words a minute?

Kellerman, I'd like to see you
in my office, please.

[Kellerman] What's this about?

A target letter
from the U.S. Attorney's Office.

The department received it
early this morning.

A target letter?

You are under investigation
by a federal grand jury

looking into corrupt practices
within the Department.

Corrupt practices?

What, is it about that crap
from when I was in Arson?

Detective, before you say
anything further,

let me advise you
of your rights.

You cannot be compelled to give
any statement in this matter.

Detective O'Neill here
is simply keeping
the departmental file.

The actual
criminal investigation
is in the hands of the FBI

and the Federal Prosecutor.

My advice, kid,
go talk to the union lawyer.

Look, I didn't do anything.

Well, until this is resolved,

you're gonna be assigned
administrative duties.

Wait, Captain, I didn't--
I didn't do any--

This is a federal grand jury.

It is out of our hands.

What?

How did you know
it was about Arson?

This investigation
has gotta be about the Rolands.
Matthew and his son, Mitch.

They're these bigtime
Downtown players

with lots of residential
and commercial property.

Only their little twist
on free enterprise,

is they burn anything
they can't sell for a profit.

- You were working them?
- I was all over them.

But the best I could manage
was to charge
one of their torchers.

I mean, I hate to say it,
but these guys
are out of my league.

And they wanted
to put you on the pad?

They offered me a grand a month
to play cold with them
and their fires.

I mean,
they didn't need to buy me,
but they offered just the same.

- And you refused?
- Of course.

Someone on the outside
is saying otherwise.

Well, my guess
the Rolands got jammed up
on something

and now they're naming cops
to get out from under.

Mount up, partner.

We got a shooting,
1200 block [indistinct].

- Take Howard on the call.
- [Lewis] Howard? What?

[Giardello] I said take Howard.

Gee, if you take me
off the street now,

everyone in this building
is gonna think

that the Feds really have
a case against me.

The target paper
makes it official.

You're suspected
of police corruption.

- So I'm off the street?
- [Giardello] Yes!

Guilty
until proven innocent, huh?

[Mary] The doctor gave me
your new prescription.
There you go.

- [Pembleton] Oh, no,
this-- this can wait.
- Well, we're here.

We may as well fill
your new prescription
at the hospital's pharmacy.

What is Dr. Dread giving me?

Well, let's see.

Losartan.

New, better.

Better side effects?

They all have
possible side effects.

Maybe, instead
of a new prescription,
we need a new doctor.

One who will tell you
what you want to hear?

- Yes. [laughs]
- [laughs]

Someone who will say
you don't have to take
any medication?

Yes.

You have been taking
your medicine, right?

Of course.

[tense music plays]

Tell me you've been taking
your medicine.

I--

Frank, if you don't take
your medicine,

you could have another stroke.

[Pembleton] I-- I know.

Well, this is not just something
you're just gonna dismiss.

'Cause otherwise,
I will check you back
into this hospital.

Look-- look-- look-- look at me.

I'm fine.

- Don't I look fine?
- No.

[Lewis] So tell me the tale.

Meet a man in search of an obit,
Quentin Reed.

Quentin Reed?

- Bo-Jack Reed.
- [Rogers] One and the same.

[Lewis] I thought Bo-Jack
was still over Jessup doing 30
for conspiracy to distribute.

[Rogers] Yeah.
Our parole commissioners
at work.

Mr. Reed came home a year ago.

Set up shop
on some Eastside corners,
a lot of corners.

He was selling
so much dope and coke,

he was giving Luther Mahoney
a run for his money.

Luther Mahoney?

So Bo-Jack was taking business
from Luther.

That's the word anyhow.

So what we got,
is a blood trail
half a block long,

some .380 casings--

- ...45.
- [Lewis] .45.

And Bo-Jack Reed,
looking a couple pints low.

And the witness.

What witness?

The one who went Downtown
with the other detective.

- [Howard] What detective?
- Stivers, Narcotics.

[door slamming]

I'm looking for Stivers.
I'm gonna smack him.

Take your best shot, pal.

Terri Stivers? Lewis, Homicide.
You're a woman.

You Homicide guys,
always picking up
on small details.

Where is my witness?
My murder, my witness.

Your witness? He's my informant!

- He saw my murder.
- He didn't see anything.

I brought him to the crime scene

- to show him
Bo-Jack Reed was dead.
- What, for laughs?

My informant wasn't about
to snitch out a player
as fierce as ol' Bo-Jack,

so I figured if he saw
that the Wicked Witch was dead,

he might help make a case
against Bo-Jack's lieutenants.

They're the ones
putting the bad package out!

- What are they lacing
the dope with?
- Scopolamine.

Which will break your brain.
If it doesn't blow
your heart out.

Look around. Nine more today.

- Yesterday, we had six in here,
the day before, five.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

They're stacked up
like commuter flights
over Atlanta.

So who capped Bo-Jack?

Luther Mahoney.

- [Lewis] You know this?
- [Stivers] So says my informant.

So if I got a shot at Luther,
you need to give me
that witness.

You can talk to my informant,
but he's still mine.

I don't want him named
as a witness

- until I get a chance
to lock up Bo-Jack's crew.
- Fair enough.

- [Stivers] You know something?
- What?

You go by the bullet
or the blade,

a cop works the murder,
you get a shot at being avenged.

You go by the blast,
you're just gone.

[tense music plays]

Hey.

Brodie, Pancho to my Cisco,
Mutt to my Jeff.

Have a seat, my trusted roomie.

Yeah, well, actually,

I need to talk to you
about that.

I think I should move out.

Move out? Why?

Well, you know, uh,

we're just
two different kind of people.

You were evicted
from that hovel of apartment,

you've been sleeping here
in the squad room,

I took you in, and I fed you,
I raised you from a pup.

It's not like I'm saying
you're a bad guy.

You looked
in the medicine cabinet
didn't you?

- [Brodie] No, I didn't.
- You looked!

- You looked, didn't you?
- Hey, guys, what's up?

- [Munch] What's up?
- Mm-hm.

Brodie's on the street again,
homeless, alone, hopeless.

Oh, need a place to stay?

[Brodie] Why, you--
you offering?

- Yeah. What the hell.
- Really?

- [Bayliss] Mm-hm.
- Hey, great. Thanks.

Uh, I'm gonna pick my stuff up
from your place later.

What?

What, did I do something wrong?

- Mike.
- Hey, Bob.

- How's Homicide?
- It's okay. How's Arson?

- Eh, same old thing. You know.
- Yeah, I know.

[laughs awkwardly] You the rat?

What?

Are you the rat?

Oh, you, too, huh?
We had you figured for the rat.

[woman] We don't know
who's telling the FBI what.

The important thing
is not to panic.

Whatever they've got
can still be knocked down
in court

or, if we have to,
dealt away in a plea agreement.

Wait, a plea agreement?

Well, I'm not saying
we're there yet.

I'm just thinking ahead.

- Think on this, I didn't do it.
- What do you mean?

I didn't take anything
from Roland or from anyone else.

You serious?

Then why did the Feds hit you
with a target letter?

Ask them.

Down the road, we will.

Until then,
don't talk to anyone.

Look, I already laid it all
out for my Lieutenant.

Are you out of your mind?

Al Giardello works
for the Baltimore
Police Department.

He doesn't work for you.

He won't lift a finger
to save you if this Department
wants you to go down.

Why would they want me
to go down?

The U.S. Attorney's Office
thinks you're corrupt.

They've let
the Department know it.

This is lawyer-to-client advice,

shut your mouth.

Not one word to anyone.

Not your supervisor
and not even your partner.

[Stivers] Vernon.

You got
a fiend sweet tooth, huh?

Sugar's a drug, too.

Sugar keeps the snake away
for a while

when you can't hook up
with a blast.

I'm feeling better already.

Okay, Vernon.

Tell this detective
what you told me about Bo-Jack

and Luther Mahoney.

Bo-Jack had his people
on the corners
around Ashland and Wolfe,

selling this white bag package

he called "diamond in the raw."

- So Luther was losing business.
- [Vernon] Yeah.

But that's not what
got Bo-Jack aced.

I mean, there's enough profit
out there for everybody.

What got Luther mad
was when Bo-Jack started
putting out another package

in Double-Star bags.

Mahoney uses Double-Stars.

Bo-Jack was telling people
Mahoney was serving up poison,

trying to push them over
to his own product.

Didn't work
like he thought, though.

The fiends,
they started chasing the poison.

A true-test dope fiend

hears that a package
is knocking other addicts
off their ass,

he runs right towards the stuff.

He's thinking
it's the righteous high
only he can handle.

So Luther aced Bo-Jack?

He put the contract
on the street.

3,000 on Bo-Jack's head.

A boy I know named...

Carlton Phipps did the deed.

Carlton Phipps.

So this Carlton, he whacks
Bo-Jack for three large.

Mahoney paid him that night.

- How do you know?
- [Vernon] Carlton showed me
the cash.

He ain't never had three grand
in his life before.

He couldn't help
but show it to me.

Okay, where does this Carlton
hang his hat?

- Hold on.
- What do you mean?

We're getting
ahead of ourselves here.

To get the bad package
off the street,

I need to get
at Bo-Jack's stash house.

That means search warrants,
that means Vernon here,

- he's my probable cause.
- I got a murder here.

How long you think
he'll last outside

once he's been named
as a witness in your murder?

All right. I'll tell you what.

You get me an address
for Phipps,

and I'll try to work my case
without naming your boy.

[Stivers] Vernon?

Tell my friend here
where he can find
Carlton Phipps.

300 block, on Dumars Court.
The door with the tags on it.

Hey!

One for the road?

[laughing]

I'd do less damage
firing speedballs.

Got that right.

- [tense music plays]
- Carlton? Carlton Phipps?

Police, open up.

I see somebody in there
on the sofa.

[indistinct chatter
in the distance]

That's not a good sign.

Luther Mahoney's killed him.
Damn, he's good at this.

Hey, there you are.

Vernon Troy
come through for you?

Give you the information
you need for the search warrant?

I think so,
I just need to get a judge
to sign off,

but I'd say by sunset,
Bo-Jack's crew
will be in lockdown.

Yeah, maybe.
Where's Vernon at now?

He's still in The Box, sleeping.

So much for the sugar buzz, huh?

He's getting sick, actually.
He needs a dose.

Yeah, well,
we can't cut him loose now.

- Why, what's up?
- Carlton Phipps is dead.
No forced entry.

Gunshot wound
to the back of the head,
...45 left in plain view.

Let me guess.
The gun matches
to the killing of Bo-Jack.

Luther Mahoney
just handed you a closed case.

[Lewis] You'll have to
let me name your informant.

No, no, his statement
is the only thing I got

that's gonna tie Mahoney
into my murder.

You put his name
in a charging document,

he'll be dead
as soon as he steps back
into the mix.

Well, maybe he don't step back.

[tense music plays]

Oh, four on the whistle,
center mass.

That looks good, Frank.
You look sure, you know that?

Every day you're looking
a little more sure.

Keep your hand on the grip.
Watch the slide. The slide.

The slide.

Hmm, not taking
your medicine, are you?

I'm a detective, Frank.

I'm a keen observer
of the human condition.

I pick up on the subtlest clues.

I react
to the slightest suggestion.
In short, I deduct.

- Who told you?
- Brodie.

You gotta take
your pills, Frank.

If you don't take your pills,
your head is gonna blow up.

What I got is--
is a firearks-- arms exam

tomorrow morning at 9:00 a.m.

I-- I pass, I'm a detective.

I fail,

I'm office furniture.

- [tense music plays]
- [Lewis] Vernon, Vernon, Vernon.

We got to talk.

Can't talk about nothing
till I get right.

[groans]

I-- I-- I need some help here.

Vernon, look, here,
how about another Dinky Dog?

Oh, man, please.
I know you can see
that I'm beyond that now.

There ain't a Dinky big enough
to settle me,

'less I get a blast.

Vernon, we're cops, man.

We can't go running downstairs
to the vending machines

and snatch you up
a couple of vials.

I know that.

You gotta put me
back on the street.

Vernon, I'm about to do a raid
on Bo-Jack's stash house

using the info you gave me.

Yeah. Your boy Carlton is dead.
Mahoney got to him already.

[Stivers] So the street
is not the best place
for you right now.

You-- you're gonna put my name
on a warrant for Luther Mahoney?

Well, you're all I got
so far, brother.

Then you ain't got jack.
I'm gone.

Wait, hold on, hold on,
hold on, hold on, Vernon.

You ain't going nowhere.
Hold on, man. Hold on!

Now, listen.
I got an idea here, all right?

Be quick, man. I'm ill.

Yeah, you're ill.
You smell funky, too. Come on.

I know you got to do
what you got to do, right?

But we need to keep you alive,
so we can do our thing, right?

You gonna put me
on witness protection?

[Lewis laughing]

Vernon, we're not the Feds,

and you ain't
giving us John Gotti, all right?

See, here in Baltimore City,

we don't have the money
to change people's names,

and ship their narrow behinds
off to Omaha, you understand?

So what you saying?

What I'm saying is,

I'm gonna cut you loose
to get high, okay?

Hey, hey, hey.

But you gotta cop your drugs
on the Westside, you understand?

Don't go east, don't go home,
don't visit people you know.

Be back here in one hour.

And Vernon,
when you get back here,

this is where you live.

All right?

You got cable?

[humming]

[knocking on door]

Yeah.

Hi, you said I could, uh--

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah,
no, come on in, come on.

Good, good, good.
Is this all you have here?

Well, I got
some more stuff in the car,
but I could get it later.

I'll just
put this stuff down here.

Good, okay, well,
this here is the sofa,

and the sofa
just kind of folds out,

and-- and this is
where you'll be staying,

and this is--
And that's my bedroom,

and that's where I sleep.

- Oh, great. Thanks.
- Okay?

[tense instrumental playing]

Bo-Jack's the second house in.

The door's probably reinforced,
so we use the maul
from the get-go.

- Okay.
- Let's do it.

Hey, wait,
remember, I go in first.

- You're just along for the ride.
- You're the man, ma'am.

[fast-paced percussion
instrumental playing]

[Stivers] Okay.

[officer] Police, don't move!

[Brodie] Watching TV, huh?

Yeah, yeah,
I'm watching Mighty Mouse.

- [chuckling]
- Oh, Mighty Mouse.

Yeah.

Yeah, you want
to watch something else?

Well, there's a retrospective
on Frederick Wiseman on cable.

[officer] Baltimore Police,
nobody moves! Nobody moves!

Freeze, you! What're you doing?

[overlapping yelling]

[suspenseful
instrumental playing]

Chill out, man! Chill out!

[Brodie] They're
showing Titicut Follies.

It's a seminal work he did
on an insane asylum
in Massachusetts.

It's genius.

[man] Give me my lawyer, now!

Get off of me,
you understand me?

Let go!

[overlapping yells]

[tense instrumental playing]

[Brodie] He doesn't even
put film in his camera
for the first few weeks of work.

Only when his subjects
forget that the camera's there,

does he begin
to really capture reality.

He doesn't put film
in his camera?

That's brilliant
when you think about it.

[Brodie sighs heavily]

[virtuosic instrumental
playing over TV]

- Mighty Mouse.
- Okay, fine.

So, hey, you wanna work
through the shift change,

maybe do somethin'
with Luther Mahoney?

Ugh, I got nothin' better
planned for tonight.

What?
A fine looking woman like you?

Got nobody
waiting at home for you?

Well, no, what about you?
I heard you were married.

Married with lawn chairs.

- Well, good for you.
- Yeah, good for me.

Hey! A little late
to be sorting files, huh?

I don't feel much
like going home.

Say Mikey, um, I heard
through the grapevine what's up,

and I just
want you to know that--

Well, you know, I would've
said somethin' earlier,

but I got caught up
with this murder here, so, I--

It's okay.

Anyway, I don't care what
everybody else is saying,
I believe you.

Well, including myself,
that makes two of us.

This too shall pass.

Oh, wax biblical,
why don't you?

Oh, hey, Mikey.

Did you meet
Terri Stivers, Narcotics?

See you later.

Uh-huh. Hi, Terri.

Sir Michael.

Wait a second.
What's this about?

Ah, never mind, what's going on?

Well, we're gonna take
another shot at Luther Mahoney.

I like him for both my murders.

Luther did your killings?

Not personally,
but once again, he is
the man behind the curtain.

So what's your plan?

Well, we're gonna
work with what we got.

I'm gonna type up
an arrest warrant

based on that
snitch Vernon's statement,

and then we're gonna
hunt down Luther Mahoney,

and rattle him
around in The Box.

[Stivers] No need to hunt.

Luther and me got a history.

Yeah, me, too.

But do you have his pager?

- He'll call you back?
- He always does.

He's polite that way.

So what's up
with you and Luther?

Meldrick and I caught
most of the bodies

in that Eastside drug war
last winter.

Mahoney played us
like a bunch of chumps.

And he let us know
that he was playing us.

- So it's personal.
- Yeah, it's way personal.

Hey, where's Vernon?

Who?

It's the snitch we got
stashed in The Aquarium.

- I don't know.
- He's been gone
for over two hours.

Anybody call a Luther Mahoney?

Luther, hey, Terri Stivers.

How you been?

[laughs] Is she slick?

[Stivers] Yeah. How's business?

[laughs] No, I didn't say
what business, did I?

I'm just making conversation.

Listen, can you
come down to headquarters?

Well, you know, I'm just
working on those overdose cases,

trying to get that nasty stuff
off the corners.

Yeah.

Great, thank you.

He'll be here
tomorrow morning at 9:00.

[Lewis applauding]

- Come here a second.
- What, man?

Come here.

If you're going after Luther,
you gotta let me work
the Box with you.

I mean, come on,
I've got as much right
to Luther as anybody.

Gee's got you in the office.

Fine, the Box is in the office.

Come on Mikey, I can't let you
roll with me when you're--

What? What? When I'm dirty, huh?

- Mike.
- I mean, Luther is mine,
I want a shot at him.

You're askin' me
to jeopardize an investigation
her and I got going on.

You're gonna put us
in the jackpot with Barnfather.

That's right,
I'm asking you, partner.

I can't do that, Mikey.

[tense instrumental playing]

[sighs]

[range sergeant] At the sound
of the first whistle,

you will commence your exercise.

At the sound
of the second whistle,
you will cease the exercise.

Any shots
fired after the second whistle

will not accrue to your score.

[slow inhale]

[range sergeant]
Check your weapons.

[gunshot pops]

[police radio chatter]

What's the deal?

Luther Mahoney,
you are charged with conspiracy

in the murder of Quentin Reed,
aka Bo-Jack Reed.

When an attractive
young lady calls

in the middle of the evening,
requesting assistance,

there are certain expectations.

Well, you know,
Luther, how it is.

Sometimes the magic's there,
sometimes it ain't.

So you still wanna talk to me
about that bad package?

Oh, we can talk about that, too.

Of course,
if you're charging me,

I have the right to shut up.

Yes, you do.

And the right to counsel.

And that, too.

- See, I know this game.
- [Lewis laughs] So play.

You're so sharp,
step up to the plate.

You know, we did a raid

on Ashland.

Bo-Jack's stash.

Ah, the late Mr. Reed.

We had
a nice long run before he...

fell.

You find any of that poison?

We did, not all of it, probably,
but enough to convince us

that the bad bags
were from his crew.

Oh, I bet they were.

But he was pointin'
the finger at you.

Are you suggesting a motive?

Well, you have, say,
your theoretical drug slinger.

You know,
he's marketing a viable product,

proper purity, proper cut,

until some no-name,

know-nothin', old-school,

just-outta-Jessup knucklehead

starts messin' around
with his home chemistry set,

and he starts killin' off
the customers quick.

And oppose to killing them slow.

Even if this drug slinger,
this theoretical drug slinger

was a reasonable man,

I mean, this guy
might be compelled to act.

You know, your case makes sense.

I like it.

I like it, too.

Except I don't sling bags,

and I didn't kill Bo-Jack Reed.

Then who did?

A guy named Carlton Phipps.

No, he's dead, too.

You know, I heard that.

Huh.

[sighs] You see, our problem

is that we don't have any way

of connecting Carlton Phipps
with the murder of Bo-Jack Reed.

Well, see, I worked that case.

I talked to Carlton's people.

You know what they told me?

They said he was despondent,

that he may even have
taken his own life.

He killed himself?

He shot himself
in the back of the head?

Who are you fooling?

He was murdered.

Bo-Jack's people
came back on him.

I mean, he had the gun
that killed Bo-Jack

right on the table in--

[laughing]

Let me ask you this.

How do you know where
Carlton caught that bullet?

And let me ask you this,

how in the hell do you know
what was on the table
in front of the man?

The word was all over about
what happened to Carlton.

Oh, Luther, Luther, Luther.

You just fell for
the oldest trick we got, baby.

[ominous instrumental playing]

I want a lawyer.

I bet you do.

You're a broken record,
you know that--

If I could even fool
a grand jury into an indictment,

a sitting jury
would tear me apart!

Look, we didn't release
the location of the wound

or the recovery
of the weapon to the media.

How could Luther Mahoney know
that if he wasn't in that room?

How could he know?
How does anyone know
anything out on the street?

People talk, things get heard.

- That's smoke.
- Yeah, I know it's smoke.

But it's thick enough
to hide behind.

Let me ask you something,

was the door
to Carlton Phipps' house locked?

- No.
- So, Detective,
what you're saying is,

before the police arrived,
anyone in the neighborhood

could have accessed
the crime scene.

What about
Vernon Troy's statement?

Yeah, great,
a stoned heroin hound

willing to swear
a dead man told him he was
paid $3,000 to do a murder.

At the courthouse,
we call that hearsay.

So what do you say?
You saying you're gonna
cut Luther loose?

You never really
had him on the hook.

We put Vernon Troy's
name in the warrant,
we identified him,

and now you're telling us
that Luther Mahoney
is back on the street?

[sighs] Where's Troy now?

He's around.

You better get word to him.
I gotta go.

I'm having lunch
with my fiancée,
and because of you, I'm late.

Vernon still in the wind?

I haven't seen him
since last night.

He's probably
sleepin' it off, huh?

Now, has Kellerman
talked to anyone?

- [Howard] Not me.
- I heard there's a grand jury
with the Federal Courthouse.

They're looking up
some guys in CID.

[Howard] Arson Unit, I heard.

I don't see Kellerman
doing anything wrong.

He'd say something to Lewis.

- I mean, he talks
to Lewis, right?
- [Bayliss] Mm-hm.

I hear
he's talking to FOP lawyers.

If he's talking to them,
then his ass is grass.

Remember when Lewis
dented that Cavalier?

[Brodie] This is
worse than a car accident.

- Hey, Mike.
- Hi.

What are you talking about?

Oh, nothing really.

- Nothing?
- Nothing important.

Well, go on,
talk about nothing some more.

Football.
Who'd have thought the Ravens

would make you forget
Ameche and Unitas, huh?

[Brodie] Yeah, I got a line
on tickets for them, cheap.

[Bayliss] Oh, you know what?
I saw them play last Sunday.

We should all go,
'cause they look good.

[knocking on door]

You didn't qualify?

I-- I hit
the targets every time.

My-- my aim was true.

Your reloads?

[laughs nervously] Yeah.

Um, the-- the reloads--

The--

The-- the guy, he-- he says,

"Fire six on his signal,

and then
go to our pri-- primary pouch

for a new magazine."

I-- I hear the whistle.

I-- I fire off
six-- six rounds, and...

I-- [laughs]

I-- I can't remember what a--

a-- a magazine is.

[laughs nervously]

I-- I-- I think the word

"magazine."

Time is a magazine.

Playboy is a magazine.

I-- I get--

I get hung up on the word.

I-- I hear the whistle.

Again, he-- he says he says,

"Get off the ra--
Get off the range."

[laughs]

I-- I--

I-- was four short

of passing, four short.

Close doesn't count for Jack.

You fail, it might as well
have been 20 or 30 points.

I-- I gotta get back

on-- on the street.

I-- I need-- I need to be out,

working cases.

And how do you do that?

[Pembleton] You--

You do it.

You-- you pull some strings.

What strings?

The gun has nothing
to do with the job!

[Giardello] Frank.

You think I'm happy about this?

I've got Russert
on indefinite leave.

You and Kellerman
are on desk duty.

Bolander retired, Felton,
I don't know where he is,

and I've got
more red on that board
than I care to think about.

[Pembleton sighs]

[stammering]

I'm not gonna beg.

You can get me

back out on the street!

I expected more from you.

And I expected more from you.

[melancholic
vocal music playing]

Shaken, not stirred.

There you go. Oh.

So what now?

What you mean?

[Stivers] Luther Mahoney.

I'll just keep workin' on him.

That's the answer?

Yeah, that's
the answer to everything.

Police work, marriage,
happiness, friendship, life.

You're working on your marriage?

Yes, ma'am, I surely am.

Let me know
if you take a little time off.

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One shot to the head.
Okay, guys, roll him, please.

[Howard] Oh, no.

You know this guy?

He's our informant
in the Mahoney case,
Vernon Troy.

Vernon took one
for the team, huh?

Rah-rah-rah.

[melancholic
vocal music continues]

[sighs]

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