Homicide: Life on the Street (1993–1999): Season 5, Episode 4 - Bad Medicine - full transcript
♪ Can't you hear the thunder,
someone stole my watch
♪ I sold a quart of blood and
bought a half a pint of scotch
♪ Some one tell those Chinamen
on Telegraph Canyon Road
♪ When you're on the bill with the
spoon there ain't no time to unload
♪ So bye-bye baby, baby bye-bye
♪ Droopy stranger Ionely
dreamer toy puppy and the prado
♪ We're laughin' as they
piled into Olmos' El Dorado
♪ Jesus whispered eeny
meeny meeny miny mo
♪ They're too proud to duck their
heads that's why they bring it down so low
♪ So bye-bye baby,
baby bye-bye... ♪
Who's up?
Thank you.
Probable OD in
the Eastern District.
- What else is new?
- That's 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 won't appear on the Board.
I'm gettin' nostalgic for an
old-fashioned whodunit homicide.
OK, where is it? Give
it up for Dr Munch.
Come on, pal?
- What are you looking for?
- Fresh track marks.
Why? What's the difference?
If I find fresh track marks,
then I know it was an OD
and I can confidently walk away.
There you go. The
guy was a southpaw.
Worse thing could happen
is I assume it's an OD
and then the ME calls and says
it was a strangulation or a beating.
Then it's 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.
He never missed a trick.
My second partner was so
thorough it could make your teeth hurt.
My partners... gone,
finished. Stick a fork in 'em.
I lose partners faster
than any other cop.
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.
Buenos dias. Where you been?
- Why, what do you mean?
- I came lookin' for you last night.
- Didn't see your boat, didn't see you.
- That's cos I'm in a new marina.
- I got a new boat.
- Yeah?
Yeah, traded up to an
Ocean Sports Fisherman.
It's old but in mint condition.
I'll make some money on taking
people out in the bay to chase rockfish.
Hey, hey, hey,
Mikey's livin' 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.
- It ain't me. I ain't done nothin'...
lately.
Hey, where you going, Sarge?
Cavalier with a ping in it has
gotta go to the Fallsway garage.
- Well, let me do that.
- You wanna go? Fine by me.
Come on, let's go.
I'm... I'm off the street.
I know, for cases, but
this here is just a ride.
N-not to worry. L-I
have a very full day.
Er... 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 I'd
get tested on something that matters.
Like typing 30 words a minute?
Kellerman, I'd like to see
you in my office, please.
What's this about?
A target letter from the
US Attorney's Office.
- We 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? Is it about
that crap from when I was in Arson?
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 investigation is in the hands
of the FBI and the Federal Prosecutor.
My advice, kid? Go
talk to the Union Lawyer.
I didn't do anything.
Until this is resolved, you'll be
assigned administrative duties.
- Wait, Captain, 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 has gotta be about the
Rolands, Matthew and his son, Mitch.
Bigtime players with lots of
residential and commercial property,
only their twist on free enterprise is
to burn what they can't sell for a profit.
- You were workin' them?
- I was all over them.
But the best I could manage
was to charge one of their torchers.
I hate to say it, but they
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.
They didn't need to buy
me, but offered just the same.
- And you refused?
- Of course.
Someone outside
is saying otherwise.
I guess the Rolands got
jammed up on something
and now they're
naming cops to get out.
Mount up, partner. We got a
shooting, 1200 block of Mura.
- Take Howard on the call.
- Howard? W-what?
I said take Howard.
If you take me
off the street now,
everyone is gonna think the
Feds have a case against me.
The target paper makes it official.
You're suspected of police corruption.
- So I'm off the street?
- Yes.
Guilty until proven
innocent, huh?
The doctor gave me
your new prescription.
There you go.
Oh, no, this... this can wait.
We're here. We may as well fill
your new prescription at the pharmacy.
What is Dr Dread giving me?
Well, let's see.
Lo-sar-tan.
New, better.
Better side effects?
They all have
possible side effects.
Instead of a new prescription,
we need a new doctor.
One who will tell you
what you want to hear?
Yes.
Someone who won't make
you take any medication?
Yes.
You have been taking
your medicine, right?
Of course.
Tell me you've been
taking your medicine.
Er...
Frank, if you don't take your
medicine, you could have another stroke.
I know.
This is not just something
you're just gonna dismiss,
cos otherwise, I will check
you back into this hospital.
Look... look... look at me.
I'm fine.
- Don't I look fine?
- No.
Tell me the tale.
Meet a man in search
of an obit, Quentin Reed.
Quentin Reed?
- Bojack Reed.
- One and the same.
I thought Bojack was still at Jessup
doin' 30 for conspiracy to distribute.
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 he was giving
Luther Mahoney a run for his money.
Luther Mahoney? Bojack
was takin' business from Luther.
That's the word anyhow.
So we got a blood trail half a
block long, some 3.80 casings...
- .45.
- .45.
And Bojack Reed,
lookin' a couple pints low.
- And the witness.
- What witness?
The one who went downtown
with the other detective.
- What detective?
- Stivers, Narcotics.
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
pickin' 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. I took him to the crime scene
to show him Bojack Reed was dead.
What, for laughs?
He wasn't about to snitch out
a player as fierce as ol' Bojack,
so I figured if he saw that
the wicked witch was dead,
he'd help make a case
against Bojack's lieutenants.
- They're putting the bad package out!
- What are they lacin' it with?
Scopolamine. It will break your
brain if it doesn't blow your heart out.
Look around. Nine more today.
Yesterday, we had
six, the day before, five.
They're stacked up like commuter
flights over Atlanta. So who capped Bojack?
Luther Mahoney.
- You know this?
- So says my informant.
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 to lock up Bojack's crew.
- Fair enough.
- Know somethin'?
- 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.
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, er...
We're just two
different kind of people.
You were evicted from that
hovel, you've been sleeping here,
I took you in, I fed you,
I raised you from a pup.
- I'm not saying you're a bad guy.
- You looked in the cabinet.
- No, I didn't.
- You looked, didn't you?
- Hey, guys. What's up?
- What's up?
Brodie's on the street again,
homeless, alone, hopeless.
Need a place to stay?
- Why, you... you offering?
- Yeah.
- What the hell.
- Really? Hey, great. Thanks.
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 OK. How's Arson?
- Same old thing. You know.
- Yeah, I know.
You the rat?
What?
Are you the rat?
Oh, you, too, huh? We
had you figured for the rat.
We don't know who's
telling the FBI what.
The important
thing is not to panic.
Whatever they've got can
be knocked down in court
or if we have to, dealt
away in a plea agreement.
A plea agreement?
I'm not saying we're there
yet. I'm thinking ahead.
- Think on this... I didn't do it.
- What do you mean?
I didn't take anything from
Roland or 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 Police
Department. He doesn't work for you.
He won't save you if this
Department wants you to go down.
- Why would they want that?
- The US Attorney 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.
Vernon.
- You got a fiend's 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 feelin' better already.
OK, Vernon.
Tell this detective what you told me
about Bojack and Luther Mahoney.
Bojack had his people on the
corners around Ashland and Wolfe,
sellin' this white bag package
he called "Diamond In The Raw".
- So Luther was losing business.
- Yeah.
But that's not what
got Bojack aced.
There's enough profit
out there for everybody.
Luther got mad when Bojack put
out a package in Double-Star bags.
Mahoney uses Double-Stars.
Bojack was tellin' 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
chasin' the poison.
A true-test dope fiend
hears that a package is
knockin' other addicts off their ass,
he runs right towards the stuff.
He's thinkin' it's the righteous
high only he can handle.
- So Luther aced Bojack?
- He put the contract on the street.
3,000 on Bojack's head.
A boy I know named...
Carlton Phipps did the deed.
Carlton Phipps.
So this Carlton, he whacks
Bojack for three large.
Mahoney paid him that night.
- How do you know?
- 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.
- Where does this Carlton hang his hat?
- Hold on.
- What do you mean?
- We're getting ahead of ourselves.
To get the bad package off the
street, I need Bojack's stash house.
That means search warrants, that
means Vernon'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.
Vernon? Tell my friend here
where he can find Carlton Phipps.
300 block of Dumars Court,
the door with the tags on it.
Hey! One for the road?
I'd do less damage
firin' speedballs.
Got that right.
Carlton? Carlton Phipps?
Police, open up.
I see somebody
in there on the sofa.
That's not a good sign.
Luther Mahoney's killed
him. Damn, he's good at this.
Hey, there you are.
Vernon give you the information
you need for the search warrant?
I think so. I need to
get a judge to sign off.
But I'd say by sunset, Bojack'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.
- 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 Bojack.
Luther Mahoney just
handed you a closed case.
You'll have to let me
name your informant.
No, only his statement will
tie Mahoney into my murder.
If you name him, he'll be dead as
soon as he steps back into the mix.
Well, maybe he don't step back.
Oh, four on the
whistle, centre mass.
That looks good, Frank.
You look sure, you know that?
Every day you're
lookin' a little more sure.
Keep your hand on the grip.
Watch the slide. The slide.
The slide.
You're 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 firearms...
exam tomorrow morning at 9:00am.
L-I pass, I'm a detective.
I fail...
I'm office furniture.
Vernon, Vernon,
Vernon. We got to talk.
Can't talk about
nothin' till I get right.
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 to the vending machines
and snatch you up a couple of vials.
I know that.
You gotta put me
back on the street.
I'm about to do a raid on Bojack's
stash house using the info you gave me.
Yeah. Your boy, Carlton, is
dead. Mahoney got to him already.
So the street is not the
best place for you right now.
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, Vernon.
You ain't goin' 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.
You gonna put me
on witness protection?
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, understand?
- So what you saying?
- What I'm saying is...
I'm gonna cut you
loose to get high, OK?
Hey, hey, hey. But you got to
cop your drugs on the Westside.
Don't go east, or 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?
Yeah.
Hi. You said I could er...
Oh, yeah. Come on in.
Come on. Good, good, good.
Is this all you have here?
I got some more stuff in
the car, but I could get it later.
Oh. I'll just put this
stuff down here. Good.
OK, well, this here is the sofa,
and the sofa just kinda folds out,
and er... and this is...
where you'll be
staying... and that's...
that's my bedroom
and that's where I sleep.
- Oh, great. Thanks.
- OK?
Bojack's the second house in.
The door's probably reinforced.
We'll use the maul from the get-go.
- OK.
- Let's do it.
Hey, wait. Remember, I go in
first. You're just along for the ride.
You're the man, ma'am.
OK.
Police, don't move!
- Watchin' TV, huh?
- Yeah. I'm watching "Mighty Mouse".
- Oh, "Mighty Mouse".
- Yeah.
Yeah. You want to
watch somethin' else?
Well, there's a retrospective
on Frederick Wiseman on cable.
Police, nobody moves!
Freeze, you. What're you doing?
Shut up, shut up!
They're showing
"Titicut Follies".
It's a work he did on an insane
asylum in Massachusetts. It's genius.
Give me my lawyer, now!
Get off me, you
understand me? Let go!
He doesn't even put film in his
camera for the first few weeks.
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.
- "Mighty Mouse".
- OK. Fine.
So you want to work
through the shift change,
maybe do somethin'
with Luther Mahoney.
Well, I got nothin'
better planned for tonight.
What? A fine looking
woman like you?
- Nobody waiting at home for you?
- Well, no.
- And you? I heard you were married.
- Married with lawn chairs.
- Well, good for you.
- Yeah, good for me.
- A little late to be sorting files, huh?
- I don't feel much like goin' home.
Say Mikey, um...
I heard through the grapevine what's
up, and I just want you to know that...
I would've said somethin' earlier, but
I got caught up with this murder, so...
It's OK.
I don't care what everybody's
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 goin' on?
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?
- We're gonna work with what we got.
I'm gonna type up an arrest
warrant based on Vernon's statement,
then we'll hunt down Luther Mahoney
and rattle him around in the Box.
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 the bodies
in that Eastside drug war last winter.
Mahoney played us like chumps,
and he let us know he was playing us.
- So it's personal.
- Yeah, it's way personal.
- Hey, where's Vernon?
- Who?
The snitch we got
stashed in the Aquarium.
- I don't know.
- He's been gone two hours.
Anybody call Luther Mahoney?
Luther, hey.
Terri Stivers. How you been?
Is she slick?
Yeah. How's business?
No, I didn't say
what business, did I?
I'm just making conversation.
Listen, can you come
down to Headquarters?
I'm 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 nine.
Come here a second.
- What, man?
- Come here.
If you're going after
Luther, let me work the Box.
I've got as much right
to Luther as anybody.
- Gee's got you in the office.
- Fine, the Box is in the office.
Mikey, I can't let you
roll with me when you're...
- What? When I'm dirty? Huh?
- Mike.
I mean, Luther is mine.
I want a shot at him.
You're askin' me to jeopardise 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.
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.
Check your weapons.
What's the deal?
Luther Mahoney,
you are charged with conspiracy
in the murder of Quentin Reed,
aka Bojack 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.
- Wanna talk about the 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.
- So play.
You're so sharp.
Step up to the plate.
You know, we did a raid
on Ashland... Bojack'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, but enough to convince
us that the bad bags were from his crew.
- Oh, that they were.
- But he was pointin' the finger at you.
Are you suggesting a motive?
Well, you have, say, your
theoretical drug slinger.
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.
As opposed to killing them slow.
Even if this drug slinger, this
theoretical drug slinger was...
a reasonable man, 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 Bojack Reed.
- Then who did?
- A guy named Carlton Phipps.
- No, he's dead, too.
- You know, I heard that.
Huh.
You see, our
problem is that er...
we have no way of connecting Carlton
Phipps with the murder of Bojack Reed.
Well, see, I worked that case.
I talked to Carlton's people.
You know what they told me?
They said he was despondent, 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.
His people came back on him.
The gun was right on the table in fr...
Let me ask you this.
How do you know where
Carlton caught that bullet?
And 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. You just fell
for the oldest trick we got, baby.
- I want a lawyer.
- I bet you do.
- You've got no shot at Luther Mahoney.
- You're a broken record!
If I could even fool a Grand Jury,
a sitting jury would tear me apart.
We didn't release the
location of the wound
or the recovery of the
weapon to the media.
How did he know if
he wasn't in that room?
How does anyone know
anything on the street? People talk.
- That's smoke.
- I know.
But it's thick enough to hide behind.
Was the door to Phipps' house locked?
No.
So, before the police arrived, anyone
could have accessed the crime scene.
What about Vernon's statement?
Great, a heroin hound who
swears a dead man told him
he was paid $3000
to do a murder.
At the courthouse,
we call that hearsay.
- So you're gonna cut Luther loose?
- You never had him on the hook.
We put Vernon Troy's
name in the warrant.
We identified him, and now Luther
Mahoney is back on the street?
- 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?
- Has Kellerman talked to anyone?
- Not me.
Grand Jury's at the Federal Courthouse.
They're lookin' some guys in CID.
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?
I hear he's talking
to FOP lawyers.
If he's talking to
them, his ass is grass.
Remember when Lewis
dented that Cavalier?
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
nothin' some more.
Football. The Ravens make you
forget Ameche and Unitas, huh?
I got a line on tickets
for them, cheap.
I saw them play last Sunday. We
should go, cos they looked good.
You didn't qualify?
L-l-I hit the
targets every time.
My... my... my aim was true.
- Your reloads?
- Yeah. Yeah.
Um, the... the reloads um...
The um...
The... the guy, he...
he... he says um...
fire... fire six on his
signal and then...
go to our pri...
primary pouch for uh...
a-a-a new magazine, er...
l-l-I hear the whistle, um...
l-I fire off six... six
rounds, and um...
l-I...
I can't re... can't
remember what a...
a-a magazine is.
I mean, l-l-I...
I think the word
uh, ma... magazine.
"Time" is a magazine, er...
"Playboy" is a magazine.
I g... l-I get... I get
hung up on the word.
L-l-I hear the whistle.
Uh... uh... again,
he... he... he says...
he says, "Get off the
ra... get off the range."
I...
l-l-I was... l-l-I was
four short of passing.
Fo... fo... four short, yeah...
Close doesn't count for jack.
You fail, it might as well
have been 20 or 30 points.
L-l-I gotta get back
on... on... on the street.
L-l-I need... I need to be out,
wor... working cases.
And how do you do that?
You...
You... you do it.
You p... you pull
so... some strings.
What strings?
The gun has nothing
to do with the job.
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 too much red on that Board.
I'm... I'm... I'm...
l-l-I... I'm not...
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.
♪ Crest fallen
sidekick in an old café
♪ Never slept with a dream
Before he had to go away
♪ There's a bell in the tower
Uncle Ray bought a round
♪ Don't worry about the
army In the cold, cold ground
♪ Cold, cold ground... ♪
Shaken, not stirred.
There you go.
- So what now?
- Whatcha mean?
Luther Mahoney.
Well, 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.
♪ There's a ribbon in the
willow There's a tyre swing rope
♪ And a briar patch of
berries Takin' over the slope
♪ The cat'll sleep in the
mailbox And we'll never go to town
♪ Till we bury every dream
In the cold, cold ground... ♪
One shot through the head.
OK, guys. Roll him, please.
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.
♪ Gimme a Winchester
rifle And a whole box of shells
♪ Blow the roof off the goat
barn Let it roll down the hill
♪ The piano is firewood
Times Square is a dream
♪ I find we'll lay down
together In the cold, cold ground
♪ In the cold, cold ground
♪ Cold, cold ground
♪ In the cold, cold ground
♪ Call the cops on the
Breedloves Bring a Bible and a rope
♪ And a whole box of
rebel And a bar of soap
♪ Make a pile of trunk
tyres And burn 'em all down
♪ Bring a dollar with you
baby In the cold, cold ground
♪ In the cold, cold ground
♪ In the cold, cold ground
♪ In the cold, cold ground
♪ Take a weathervane
rooster Throw rocks at his head
♪ Stop talking to the
neighbours Till we all go dead
♪ Beware of my temper
And the dog that I've found
♪ Break all the windows
In the cold, cold ground
♪ In the cold, cold ground
♪ In the cold, cold ground
♪ In the cold, cold ground... ♪
someone stole my watch
♪ I sold a quart of blood and
bought a half a pint of scotch
♪ Some one tell those Chinamen
on Telegraph Canyon Road
♪ When you're on the bill with the
spoon there ain't no time to unload
♪ So bye-bye baby, baby bye-bye
♪ Droopy stranger Ionely
dreamer toy puppy and the prado
♪ We're laughin' as they
piled into Olmos' El Dorado
♪ Jesus whispered eeny
meeny meeny miny mo
♪ They're too proud to duck their
heads that's why they bring it down so low
♪ So bye-bye baby,
baby bye-bye... ♪
Who's up?
Thank you.
Probable OD in
the Eastern District.
- What else is new?
- That's 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 won't appear on the Board.
I'm gettin' nostalgic for an
old-fashioned whodunit homicide.
OK, where is it? Give
it up for Dr Munch.
Come on, pal?
- What are you looking for?
- Fresh track marks.
Why? What's the difference?
If I find fresh track marks,
then I know it was an OD
and I can confidently walk away.
There you go. The
guy was a southpaw.
Worse thing could happen
is I assume it's an OD
and then the ME calls and says
it was a strangulation or a beating.
Then it's 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.
He never missed a trick.
My second partner was so
thorough it could make your teeth hurt.
My partners... gone,
finished. Stick a fork in 'em.
I lose partners faster
than any other cop.
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.
Buenos dias. Where you been?
- Why, what do you mean?
- I came lookin' for you last night.
- Didn't see your boat, didn't see you.
- That's cos I'm in a new marina.
- I got a new boat.
- Yeah?
Yeah, traded up to an
Ocean Sports Fisherman.
It's old but in mint condition.
I'll make some money on taking
people out in the bay to chase rockfish.
Hey, hey, hey,
Mikey's livin' 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.
- It ain't me. I ain't done nothin'...
lately.
Hey, where you going, Sarge?
Cavalier with a ping in it has
gotta go to the Fallsway garage.
- Well, let me do that.
- You wanna go? Fine by me.
Come on, let's go.
I'm... I'm off the street.
I know, for cases, but
this here is just a ride.
N-not to worry. L-I
have a very full day.
Er... 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 I'd
get tested on something that matters.
Like typing 30 words a minute?
Kellerman, I'd like to see
you in my office, please.
What's this about?
A target letter from the
US Attorney's Office.
- We 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? Is it about
that crap from when I was in Arson?
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 investigation is in the hands
of the FBI and the Federal Prosecutor.
My advice, kid? Go
talk to the Union Lawyer.
I didn't do anything.
Until this is resolved, you'll be
assigned administrative duties.
- Wait, Captain, 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 has gotta be about the
Rolands, Matthew and his son, Mitch.
Bigtime players with lots of
residential and commercial property,
only their twist on free enterprise is
to burn what they can't sell for a profit.
- You were workin' them?
- I was all over them.
But the best I could manage
was to charge one of their torchers.
I hate to say it, but they
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.
They didn't need to buy
me, but offered just the same.
- And you refused?
- Of course.
Someone outside
is saying otherwise.
I guess the Rolands got
jammed up on something
and now they're
naming cops to get out.
Mount up, partner. We got a
shooting, 1200 block of Mura.
- Take Howard on the call.
- Howard? W-what?
I said take Howard.
If you take me
off the street now,
everyone is gonna think the
Feds have a case against me.
The target paper makes it official.
You're suspected of police corruption.
- So I'm off the street?
- Yes.
Guilty until proven
innocent, huh?
The doctor gave me
your new prescription.
There you go.
Oh, no, this... this can wait.
We're here. We may as well fill
your new prescription at the pharmacy.
What is Dr Dread giving me?
Well, let's see.
Lo-sar-tan.
New, better.
Better side effects?
They all have
possible side effects.
Instead of a new prescription,
we need a new doctor.
One who will tell you
what you want to hear?
Yes.
Someone who won't make
you take any medication?
Yes.
You have been taking
your medicine, right?
Of course.
Tell me you've been
taking your medicine.
Er...
Frank, if you don't take your
medicine, you could have another stroke.
I know.
This is not just something
you're just gonna dismiss,
cos otherwise, I will check
you back into this hospital.
Look... look... look at me.
I'm fine.
- Don't I look fine?
- No.
Tell me the tale.
Meet a man in search
of an obit, Quentin Reed.
Quentin Reed?
- Bojack Reed.
- One and the same.
I thought Bojack was still at Jessup
doin' 30 for conspiracy to distribute.
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 he was giving
Luther Mahoney a run for his money.
Luther Mahoney? Bojack
was takin' business from Luther.
That's the word anyhow.
So we got a blood trail half a
block long, some 3.80 casings...
- .45.
- .45.
And Bojack Reed,
lookin' a couple pints low.
- And the witness.
- What witness?
The one who went downtown
with the other detective.
- What detective?
- Stivers, Narcotics.
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
pickin' 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. I took him to the crime scene
to show him Bojack Reed was dead.
What, for laughs?
He wasn't about to snitch out
a player as fierce as ol' Bojack,
so I figured if he saw that
the wicked witch was dead,
he'd help make a case
against Bojack's lieutenants.
- They're putting the bad package out!
- What are they lacin' it with?
Scopolamine. It will break your
brain if it doesn't blow your heart out.
Look around. Nine more today.
Yesterday, we had
six, the day before, five.
They're stacked up like commuter
flights over Atlanta. So who capped Bojack?
Luther Mahoney.
- You know this?
- So says my informant.
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 to lock up Bojack's crew.
- Fair enough.
- Know somethin'?
- 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.
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, er...
We're just two
different kind of people.
You were evicted from that
hovel, you've been sleeping here,
I took you in, I fed you,
I raised you from a pup.
- I'm not saying you're a bad guy.
- You looked in the cabinet.
- No, I didn't.
- You looked, didn't you?
- Hey, guys. What's up?
- What's up?
Brodie's on the street again,
homeless, alone, hopeless.
Need a place to stay?
- Why, you... you offering?
- Yeah.
- What the hell.
- Really? Hey, great. Thanks.
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 OK. How's Arson?
- Same old thing. You know.
- Yeah, I know.
You the rat?
What?
Are you the rat?
Oh, you, too, huh? We
had you figured for the rat.
We don't know who's
telling the FBI what.
The important
thing is not to panic.
Whatever they've got can
be knocked down in court
or if we have to, dealt
away in a plea agreement.
A plea agreement?
I'm not saying we're there
yet. I'm thinking ahead.
- Think on this... I didn't do it.
- What do you mean?
I didn't take anything from
Roland or 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 Police
Department. He doesn't work for you.
He won't save you if this
Department wants you to go down.
- Why would they want that?
- The US Attorney 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.
Vernon.
- You got a fiend's 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 feelin' better already.
OK, Vernon.
Tell this detective what you told me
about Bojack and Luther Mahoney.
Bojack had his people on the
corners around Ashland and Wolfe,
sellin' this white bag package
he called "Diamond In The Raw".
- So Luther was losing business.
- Yeah.
But that's not what
got Bojack aced.
There's enough profit
out there for everybody.
Luther got mad when Bojack put
out a package in Double-Star bags.
Mahoney uses Double-Stars.
Bojack was tellin' 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
chasin' the poison.
A true-test dope fiend
hears that a package is
knockin' other addicts off their ass,
he runs right towards the stuff.
He's thinkin' it's the righteous
high only he can handle.
- So Luther aced Bojack?
- He put the contract on the street.
3,000 on Bojack's head.
A boy I know named...
Carlton Phipps did the deed.
Carlton Phipps.
So this Carlton, he whacks
Bojack for three large.
Mahoney paid him that night.
- How do you know?
- 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.
- Where does this Carlton hang his hat?
- Hold on.
- What do you mean?
- We're getting ahead of ourselves.
To get the bad package off the
street, I need Bojack's stash house.
That means search warrants, that
means Vernon'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.
Vernon? Tell my friend here
where he can find Carlton Phipps.
300 block of Dumars Court,
the door with the tags on it.
Hey! One for the road?
I'd do less damage
firin' speedballs.
Got that right.
Carlton? Carlton Phipps?
Police, open up.
I see somebody
in there on the sofa.
That's not a good sign.
Luther Mahoney's killed
him. Damn, he's good at this.
Hey, there you are.
Vernon give you the information
you need for the search warrant?
I think so. I need to
get a judge to sign off.
But I'd say by sunset, Bojack'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.
- 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 Bojack.
Luther Mahoney just
handed you a closed case.
You'll have to let me
name your informant.
No, only his statement will
tie Mahoney into my murder.
If you name him, he'll be dead as
soon as he steps back into the mix.
Well, maybe he don't step back.
Oh, four on the
whistle, centre mass.
That looks good, Frank.
You look sure, you know that?
Every day you're
lookin' a little more sure.
Keep your hand on the grip.
Watch the slide. The slide.
The slide.
You're 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 firearms...
exam tomorrow morning at 9:00am.
L-I pass, I'm a detective.
I fail...
I'm office furniture.
Vernon, Vernon,
Vernon. We got to talk.
Can't talk about
nothin' till I get right.
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 to the vending machines
and snatch you up a couple of vials.
I know that.
You gotta put me
back on the street.
I'm about to do a raid on Bojack's
stash house using the info you gave me.
Yeah. Your boy, Carlton, is
dead. Mahoney got to him already.
So the street is not the
best place for you right now.
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, Vernon.
You ain't goin' 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.
You gonna put me
on witness protection?
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, understand?
- So what you saying?
- What I'm saying is...
I'm gonna cut you
loose to get high, OK?
Hey, hey, hey. But you got to
cop your drugs on the Westside.
Don't go east, or 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?
Yeah.
Hi. You said I could er...
Oh, yeah. Come on in.
Come on. Good, good, good.
Is this all you have here?
I got some more stuff in
the car, but I could get it later.
Oh. I'll just put this
stuff down here. Good.
OK, well, this here is the sofa,
and the sofa just kinda folds out,
and er... and this is...
where you'll be
staying... and that's...
that's my bedroom
and that's where I sleep.
- Oh, great. Thanks.
- OK?
Bojack's the second house in.
The door's probably reinforced.
We'll use the maul from the get-go.
- OK.
- Let's do it.
Hey, wait. Remember, I go in
first. You're just along for the ride.
You're the man, ma'am.
OK.
Police, don't move!
- Watchin' TV, huh?
- Yeah. I'm watching "Mighty Mouse".
- Oh, "Mighty Mouse".
- Yeah.
Yeah. You want to
watch somethin' else?
Well, there's a retrospective
on Frederick Wiseman on cable.
Police, nobody moves!
Freeze, you. What're you doing?
Shut up, shut up!
They're showing
"Titicut Follies".
It's a work he did on an insane
asylum in Massachusetts. It's genius.
Give me my lawyer, now!
Get off me, you
understand me? Let go!
He doesn't even put film in his
camera for the first few weeks.
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.
- "Mighty Mouse".
- OK. Fine.
So you want to work
through the shift change,
maybe do somethin'
with Luther Mahoney.
Well, I got nothin'
better planned for tonight.
What? A fine looking
woman like you?
- Nobody waiting at home for you?
- Well, no.
- And you? I heard you were married.
- Married with lawn chairs.
- Well, good for you.
- Yeah, good for me.
- A little late to be sorting files, huh?
- I don't feel much like goin' home.
Say Mikey, um...
I heard through the grapevine what's
up, and I just want you to know that...
I would've said somethin' earlier, but
I got caught up with this murder, so...
It's OK.
I don't care what everybody's
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 goin' on?
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?
- We're gonna work with what we got.
I'm gonna type up an arrest
warrant based on Vernon's statement,
then we'll hunt down Luther Mahoney
and rattle him around in the Box.
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 the bodies
in that Eastside drug war last winter.
Mahoney played us like chumps,
and he let us know he was playing us.
- So it's personal.
- Yeah, it's way personal.
- Hey, where's Vernon?
- Who?
The snitch we got
stashed in the Aquarium.
- I don't know.
- He's been gone two hours.
Anybody call Luther Mahoney?
Luther, hey.
Terri Stivers. How you been?
Is she slick?
Yeah. How's business?
No, I didn't say
what business, did I?
I'm just making conversation.
Listen, can you come
down to Headquarters?
I'm 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 nine.
Come here a second.
- What, man?
- Come here.
If you're going after
Luther, let me work the Box.
I've got as much right
to Luther as anybody.
- Gee's got you in the office.
- Fine, the Box is in the office.
Mikey, I can't let you
roll with me when you're...
- What? When I'm dirty? Huh?
- Mike.
I mean, Luther is mine.
I want a shot at him.
You're askin' me to jeopardise 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.
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.
Check your weapons.
What's the deal?
Luther Mahoney,
you are charged with conspiracy
in the murder of Quentin Reed,
aka Bojack 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.
- Wanna talk about the 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.
- So play.
You're so sharp.
Step up to the plate.
You know, we did a raid
on Ashland... Bojack'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, but enough to convince
us that the bad bags were from his crew.
- Oh, that they were.
- But he was pointin' the finger at you.
Are you suggesting a motive?
Well, you have, say, your
theoretical drug slinger.
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.
As opposed to killing them slow.
Even if this drug slinger, this
theoretical drug slinger was...
a reasonable man, 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 Bojack Reed.
- Then who did?
- A guy named Carlton Phipps.
- No, he's dead, too.
- You know, I heard that.
Huh.
You see, our
problem is that er...
we have no way of connecting Carlton
Phipps with the murder of Bojack Reed.
Well, see, I worked that case.
I talked to Carlton's people.
You know what they told me?
They said he was despondent, 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.
His people came back on him.
The gun was right on the table in fr...
Let me ask you this.
How do you know where
Carlton caught that bullet?
And 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. You just fell
for the oldest trick we got, baby.
- I want a lawyer.
- I bet you do.
- You've got no shot at Luther Mahoney.
- You're a broken record!
If I could even fool a Grand Jury,
a sitting jury would tear me apart.
We didn't release the
location of the wound
or the recovery of the
weapon to the media.
How did he know if
he wasn't in that room?
How does anyone know
anything on the street? People talk.
- That's smoke.
- I know.
But it's thick enough to hide behind.
Was the door to Phipps' house locked?
No.
So, before the police arrived, anyone
could have accessed the crime scene.
What about Vernon's statement?
Great, a heroin hound who
swears a dead man told him
he was paid $3000
to do a murder.
At the courthouse,
we call that hearsay.
- So you're gonna cut Luther loose?
- You never had him on the hook.
We put Vernon Troy's
name in the warrant.
We identified him, and now Luther
Mahoney is back on the street?
- 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?
- Has Kellerman talked to anyone?
- Not me.
Grand Jury's at the Federal Courthouse.
They're lookin' some guys in CID.
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?
I hear he's talking
to FOP lawyers.
If he's talking to
them, his ass is grass.
Remember when Lewis
dented that Cavalier?
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
nothin' some more.
Football. The Ravens make you
forget Ameche and Unitas, huh?
I got a line on tickets
for them, cheap.
I saw them play last Sunday. We
should go, cos they looked good.
You didn't qualify?
L-l-I hit the
targets every time.
My... my... my aim was true.
- Your reloads?
- Yeah. Yeah.
Um, the... the reloads um...
The um...
The... the guy, he...
he... he says um...
fire... fire six on his
signal and then...
go to our pri...
primary pouch for uh...
a-a-a new magazine, er...
l-l-I hear the whistle, um...
l-I fire off six... six
rounds, and um...
l-I...
I can't re... can't
remember what a...
a-a magazine is.
I mean, l-l-I...
I think the word
uh, ma... magazine.
"Time" is a magazine, er...
"Playboy" is a magazine.
I g... l-I get... I get
hung up on the word.
L-l-I hear the whistle.
Uh... uh... again,
he... he... he says...
he says, "Get off the
ra... get off the range."
I...
l-l-I was... l-l-I was
four short of passing.
Fo... fo... four short, yeah...
Close doesn't count for jack.
You fail, it might as well
have been 20 or 30 points.
L-l-I gotta get back
on... on... on the street.
L-l-I need... I need to be out,
wor... working cases.
And how do you do that?
You...
You... you do it.
You p... you pull
so... some strings.
What strings?
The gun has nothing
to do with the job.
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 too much red on that Board.
I'm... I'm... I'm...
l-l-I... I'm not...
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.
♪ Crest fallen
sidekick in an old café
♪ Never slept with a dream
Before he had to go away
♪ There's a bell in the tower
Uncle Ray bought a round
♪ Don't worry about the
army In the cold, cold ground
♪ Cold, cold ground... ♪
Shaken, not stirred.
There you go.
- So what now?
- Whatcha mean?
Luther Mahoney.
Well, 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.
♪ There's a ribbon in the
willow There's a tyre swing rope
♪ And a briar patch of
berries Takin' over the slope
♪ The cat'll sleep in the
mailbox And we'll never go to town
♪ Till we bury every dream
In the cold, cold ground... ♪
One shot through the head.
OK, guys. Roll him, please.
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.
♪ Gimme a Winchester
rifle And a whole box of shells
♪ Blow the roof off the goat
barn Let it roll down the hill
♪ The piano is firewood
Times Square is a dream
♪ I find we'll lay down
together In the cold, cold ground
♪ In the cold, cold ground
♪ Cold, cold ground
♪ In the cold, cold ground
♪ Call the cops on the
Breedloves Bring a Bible and a rope
♪ And a whole box of
rebel And a bar of soap
♪ Make a pile of trunk
tyres And burn 'em all down
♪ Bring a dollar with you
baby In the cold, cold ground
♪ In the cold, cold ground
♪ In the cold, cold ground
♪ In the cold, cold ground
♪ Take a weathervane
rooster Throw rocks at his head
♪ Stop talking to the
neighbours Till we all go dead
♪ Beware of my temper
And the dog that I've found
♪ Break all the windows
In the cold, cold ground
♪ In the cold, cold ground
♪ In the cold, cold ground
♪ In the cold, cold ground... ♪