Homicide: Life on the Street (1993–1999): Season 6, Episode 23 - Fallen Heroes: Part 2 - full transcript

? You finally found the mainstream

? In the middle of your life

? You tapped into a vein
of endless gold chains

? Now you're locked up tight

? Tearing down the middle of it

? Splitting it right in half

? Bobbing up and down the waves

? Like a runaway slave
on a Huck Finn raft

? Take your wife

? Take your family

? Take your gun... ?



Out, baby! Two hands! Two hands!
Open the door!

Out! Out! You know the routine, baby!
Hands on the hood!

OK, here we go! We're going in!
Let's do it!

- Where is she?
- Where is she?

Where the hell
is Georgia Rae Mahoney?

Details of the shooting
in the Homicide Unit remain sketchy,

but WBAL-TV will bring you live
updates as we get more information.

Sit! Sit! You, down.

But Baltimore City residents,

in light of tonight, must ask:

If the Police Department isn't safe,

who is?

...what happened inside?
We know shots were fired.

Two cops wounded, three dead,
on my shift.



You want my head, it's yours.

I may have to take you up on that.
Now, I need all my soldiers doing battle.

Same thing happened in DC,
the kid walked into Homicide,

shot the whole place apart,
but not in our shop, our house.

What I need is a scapegoat,
someone to take some heat.

- We're bringing in everyone?
- From the touts to Georgia Rae.

- No one stays on the corner tonight.
- Good.

City Hall wants to know
the situation is under control.

If Georgia Rae can do a perp walk
into Central Booking

on tomorrow's news, that'll help.

- We're on it!
- All right.

6:00 tomorrow, all four channels.

Or some police commander's head'll
be on the flagpole at City Hall.

'This is Dawn Daniels reporting live

'from the Homicide Unit
in downtown Baltimore... '

Top of the news.

This'll go national and everybody'll
know we got our ass kicked.

Guy goes nuts, grabs a cop's gun.
Where's the shame in that?

- What's your secret, Falsone?
- Secret?

For carrying this?

I have witnesses to interview,
reports to write up. I have my job, right?

- That simple, huh?
- Yeah.

Cops bled out here, the second floor
of the police headquarters building!

We can't protect our own?

We got two being pieced together
by trauma teams,

three more in the ME's freezer
and we're supposed to feel what?

We used to police this city.
We used to own the real estate.

Now our names are up
on the damn Board!

- This place'll never be the same.
- Why don't you pick up a phone?

Go out on the road?
Work a witness? Anything!

Don't bitch and moan. This place is
still standing. We're still standing.

We have work to do.

- That's it? That's all you got?
- What do you want me to say?

We are not in control.

After all that's happened, what right
do we have asking for control?

Where's Georgia Rae?
I don't know.

You just decided to take
the limo out for a joyride?

Police been beatin' on people all night.
I'm just tryin' to leave town.

In a stretch limo with Mahoney tags?

That's a sure-fire way
to become a traffic cop's pi?ata.

You're right about that.
Y'all got your shots in!

- Where's Georgia Rae?
- I don't know.

Oh, you're gonna break bad
on me again!

I guess Junior Bunk didn't give
you all enough to think about!

'Hey, come on!
Come on! Hey! '

'Tell me about Junior Bunk, come on! '

Outside. Now.

There'll be no other warning.

I'll take care of Gee.

- So where did you drop her off?
- I didn't drop her anywhere.

Get the hospital
on the phone.

- So where is she?
- I want a lawyer.

Gee, the hospital's on line one.

- Hey, he wants a lawyer.
- A lawyer? You want a lawyer?

You want a lawyer?

All right, I'll be there
as soon as I can.

- I'm sorry. I'll go.
- Sit down.

- I'd rather stand, Lieutenant.
- What do you want?

- None of this is making sense.
- I don't care if it makes sense or not!

No one feels more violated than I do.
This is my shift, my unit.

But what I'm gonna do now is fill out
these and go home. So are you.

- I did this.
- What?

This! I brought this on us.

- What are you talking about?
- Not me alone, but I...

- We...
- What are you saying?

It just happened so fast, Lieutenant.
I didn't think that... that...

How was I supposed?

Luther. The shooting.

What do I do?

- He give her up?
- It was over when you smacked him!

- A beat-down's the last resort!
- We needed respect!

- We needed him talking!
- He knows who we are, anyway.

- Something I can do for you?
- Where's Al Giardello?

And you are?

Attorneys representing the interests
of Georgia Rae Mahoney.

We understand you need
to speak with our client.

Get her down here now.

Ms Mahoney had nothing to do with
this incident. Her son acted alone.

She wants to say that, she comes in.

She wants you to understand that
this tragedy ends with Junior's death.

Wait a minute.
We're beyond what Georgia Rae wants.

We have a warrant for her arrest.

- For what?
- Conspiracy to distribute narcotics.

- Can we see the warrant?
- It's with the Court Commissioner.

A rush-job! You have no evidence
of a narcotics conspiracy.

If that's true, you can get it dismissed,
but tonight she's being charged.

She has legitimate businesses.
This is harassment!

She surrenders herself
or we continue to kick down doors!

The longer she stays, the worse it gets.

- If your warrant's legitimate...
- Get out of my office!

Get out of my office! Get out!

Son of a bitch!

- Laura?
- Hi.

Oh, you would come to a hospital
empty-handed,

with no flowers, no candy, no nothin'.

- The gift shop was closed.
- It was closed?

- Let me just call 'em...
- All right!

I'm cheap. I have a reputation to uphold.

How they treating you?

They've given me a lot of fentanyl,
so everything's soft around the edges.

- How's Gharty?
- He's out of surgery.

- But he's gonna make it?
- Yeah, he's a gamer.

- Shot in the chest, wasn't he?
- Yeah.

Five of us. All inside Headquarters.

Well, this is one tough town.

At least I know Baltimore's
the safest place I can be now, right?

I don't know.

Catch a bullet, that can happen
to anyone, anywhere.

But to happen to the same cop twice
in the same town, same career,

what are the odds of that happening?

I may never go over the city limit again.

Glad we got outta the office.
Smell was getting to me.

I noticed.

You didn't notice the smell
of blood and powder residue?

- We're in the middle of a crime scene.
- I noticed, OK?

I knew Kecken pretty well
from the Mayor's Detail. Decent guy.

I worked with Charlie Moore
in the same sector. A good man.

I didn't see it coming, didn't see him.
He's coming in there, playing all hard.

But we get a lot of guys who do that.

You think we were supposed
to know he was the one,

this punk, out of all of 'em that come
through, is going over the top? Please!

I'm running to my locker
to get my back-up gun,

because my gun is in my desk
in the bottom drawer.

He's blowin' up the place and my gun's
sittin' with the pencils and paper clips.

Nobody was ready.

- Well, I'm ready now.
- Ready for what?

Anything, Frank. Anywhere.

We searched Georgia Rae's
condo again. Nothing.

- Nothing, huh?
- No, sorry.

Look at this.

- Who is it?
- No idea.

- What are you thinking?
- She doesn't have that many friends.

Maybe she's from the neighbourhood,
York and Cator?

That's where the Mahoneys come up.
And Stivers has informants up there.

Give her a copy of this to show
around the neighbourhood.

- Let her knock on some doors.
- Or kick them in!

What's up, Adrian? Usually can't
catch you home this time of day.

- I need the whole 20.
- $20? For what?

Come on, I'm sick
and y'all shut down my corner.

- How do I get high with no work?
- You know this woman?

- No. Never seen her.
- Has Georgia Rae been around?

I don't know and I don't wanna know.
Y'all busted up the whole Eastside!

Bodies falling, cops on a rampage,
it ain't safe for us regular folks.

- How about that 20?
- Sorry.

We played "name that woman"
and you lost.

You is cold-hearted.

Hey, buddy.

You are a vision
in intravenous accessories.

- Yeah, I'm a work of art.
- Hmm.

- How's the foot?
- At first, they said that I'd lose it.

But now they're just cancelling
my dance card for a few months.

Yeah? Good.

We made it, Stu.

- This is us. We're here.
- I guess.

When it happened, I was really scared.

I mean, I was terrified.

- What about you?
- Scared?

Yeah.

It came so fast, I didn't think.

You know?

I... I wasn't ready,
so, no, I wasn't scared.

But, er... now...

This stuff... scares the hell out of me.

Yeah.

That's the last of 'em.

18 interviews and not one word
on where Georgia Rae might be.

It's the first time we partnered
in a while.

Well, don't get all excited there, Mikey.

Everybody's gotta work together
in a red ball.

What's your deal? You got
something to say to me, say it!

OK. We got cops and judges on
our hands and that don't faze you?

This ain't been that easy for me.

If I'd known what I know now,

I'd have called the bosses
before Mahoney hit the ground.

Called them on who? It wasn't me who
whupped Luther and got his gun took.

And it wasn't me who got
all those Eastside dealers capped.

- I'll stay out of your way.
- Everything all right?

- Sure.
- Fine.

The picture got us a name.
A caller has her as Doris Hughes.

Georgia Rae set her up in a house
in Ashburton. We're taking it.

- I'm taking the back.
- OK.

I saw it! They got Georgia Rae!
Please help! They got her!

- Coming at you down the back stairs!
- 'Got that.'

- What the hell are you doin'?
- It's Georgia Rae.

I'll be damned. Her own people
must've whacked her.

One down inside!
'Where's the other? '

Coming right at you!

Son of a bitch!

My partner's down!

- My partner's been shot!
- I'm OK. I'm OK.

- You're here, baby. You're here.
- I am OK. Agh!

- You're here, baby!
- I'm OK...

Oh, God! Somebody!

Stick with me, baby!
Slow down. Stick with me.

Somebody!

Somebody!

- Somebody! Somebody!
- 10-13! Officer down!

- Hold his arm, man!
- It's all right, Timmy.

Damn it! Get me an ambo, John!

It's OK, Tim.
They're on their way. 10-13!

'Signal 10-13...

Did we get him? Huh?

- Hang on!
- What do we got?

37-year-old male police officer.
Single gunshot wound to back.

Sir, keep your arm down.

I'm here, I'm here!

Stay with me now.
Stay with me.

I'm not shot! I'm wearing my vest!

Stay with me.
Take it easy.

We're gonna roll him on his side.
One, two, three!

Gunshot wound,
back, flank area.

Roll him back on three.
One, two, three.

Let's get him to OR. Let's go!

You're gonna make it, baby.
You'll make it.

We didn't bring you this far
to let you go.

- Gonna make it...
- Frank, they can help him.

Come on, Gee! Let me go, man!

Calm down.

OK, I'm calm, I'm calm!
I'm calm, I'm calm, I'm calm.

- Outnumbered. We weren't ready.
- Again we're not ready!

Take this back to the Quartermaster

and tell that bastard a bullet
tore through his vest like it was paper!

Frank...

This, all of this,
is happening for a reason.

I need answers,
and I need answers fast.

No. I'm here with Bayliss.
You gotta go to somebody else.

Frank! Frank!

It's our mess, my mess.
I need this done right.

- What are you talking about?
- Kellerman, Lewis, Stivers.

- A year ago.
- The Mahoney shooting.

Something's not right about it...

- You know this?
- I know.

You want me to go back
on a justified police shooting?

- It's gotta stop somewhere!
- You'd do that to your command?

Do it! I don't care
where it goes or how it ends.

Is there any place worse
than where we're at?

The bullet hit a rib and splintered.

We'll be in there for hours,
chasing down a lot of pieces.

Start with Lewis.

OK.

OK.

This officer has retained counsel
through his union.

I've advised him
not to make any statement.

You know something's wrong
when you're here with your lawyer.

I got good instincts.

- Rise up, Counsellor.
- Excuse you?

Rise up, please.

I'll humour you on this one.

Meldrick, tell me the truth.

Be straight with us.

I'm asking you
to be a man about this.

- Gonna talk about my manhood, huh?
- You don't have to talk with them.

This whole Eastside drug war,
you did it, you sparked it.

- I did it?
- I helped you. I'm coming clean.

- I don't know what you're on about.
- We've got to get right with each other!

I never in my wildest dreams
thought this would come to this!

This... this is just way outta whack.

You know what?
I believe this interview is over.

What did you think was gonna happen?

You can't talk to me, Meldrick?

How many good years
we got between us?

A lot of years.

- I'm cool here. You can go, thank you.
- That's not a great idea.

Look, if I can't be wrong with these guys,

how am I ever gonna be right?

Thank you. It's all right.

- I'll hang around if you need me.
- Good, fine. Cool. Thank you.

- Get up.
- "Get up"?

- Yeah, get up.
- This is your Box, huh?

What am I, some corner boy?
I'm up, so bring it!

- Don't pull that on me!
- You bring it, come on.

- Come on.
- I'm up!

Look at us.
Look at us standing here, huh?

Have I not rolled with you,
been a cop with you?

- Have I not closed cases with you?
- Yes... True!

- Always the good cop?
- So tell us how this got started.

Come on, Meldrick.

You wanna sit here, huh?
You wanna sit here for me?

- Right, I'll roll up on Stivers.
- Not Stivers.

- You wanna play games?
- She's clean!

Kellerman.

Find Kellerman, please.

Wanna stay or you wanna go?

Kellerman.

- Yeah?
- We should talk.

- Me and you talk?
- Yeah, private.

- Private?
- Let's talk in the Box.

Whatever.

After you.

Frank.

Come on in.

- I need your weapon, Mike.
- What?

- Give Falsone your weapon.
- Standard procedure.

Well, standard procedure for what?

- Come on, have a seat.
- I need your weapon.

You want my gun?
What's going on, fellas?

- Let's talk.
- About?

- About making things right.
- Detective, I need your weapon.

Oh! We're gonna get
formal now, are we?

What, I gotta address you
as Detective Falsone? Screw you!

- Simple courtesies.
- Come on, Mike.

- Frank.
- Mike.

You want me to have a seat? Huh!

I like this one.

- You want a lawyer?
- A lawyer?

- Come on, you know the drill.
- Why would I need a lawyer?

- I'm among my brothers in blue.
- You waive your right to an attorney?

Let's see how this little talk goes
and take it from there.

- Luther Mahoney.
- What about him?

'We need to talk about Luther.'

How's Bayliss doing?

I'm concerned. Once this talk's over,
we can go see how he's doing.

Sure, yeah, yes. That'd be good.

I know what it is when you have
to worry about your partner.

The Mahoney shooting ain't right.
We know that, you know that.

- Is that so?
- Yeah, that's so.

Lewis tell you that?

- He pointed a handgun at my partner.
- Lewis's gun might've been a plant.

You shoot Mahoney down and
Lewis drops his weapon to cover you.

- He had the gun.
- So you say.

- Is that my report?
- Yeah. Nice story.

- Like the happy ending?
- It's all made up.

- No.
- Fiction.

I was there.

I perceived that Mahoney would use
deadly force against three officers...

- Lies, Mike.
- Were you there?

You're not there, you don't know.

- Molly Bowman.
- Who's she?

- Calvin Barnes?
- What?

Wilkie Collins, Lydia Collins,
Judge Gibbons.

- Gibbons was dirt.
- All of them dead.

- Yeah! That's on the Mahoneys!
- No, that's on you.

- Gharty, Ballard...
- Kecken, Springs...

- You can't put those names on me!
- Sit down.

- Mahoney has his gun raised to here!
- Mike, sit down.

A fellow officer is the line of fire.
I was there!

- Sit your stupid, lying ass down!
- He had a gun!

Mahoney had no gun!
You shot him like a dog!

Lewis dropped his weapon
to cover you!

- What do you think I am?
- You're a good cop.

You went a little too far,
a split-second decision, a bad moment.

- You can't get it back, can you?
- Look, read all three reports.

We all come up the same on it,
Lewis, Stivers, me. Read it!

It's three versions of the same lie!
Mahoney's not aiming at anyone.

- He doesn't have a gun!
- There was a clear threat.

- You'd have done what I did.
- No, Mike.

- No?
- No.

Which is why Bayliss
gets hurt tonight, right?

This is not about tonight. This is about
you shooting an unarmed suspect.

Look, he had a gun, OK?

- I was protecting my partner!
- So why can't Lewis protect you?

If you saved his life, why can't he
look me in the eye on this?

- I protected him!
- There was no gun!

- There was!
- Then why all the lies?

Why the false looks?

Why can't the man you saved
come in here and speak up for you?

I don't know. Ask him.

Do you think I'd murder an unarmed
man? Even scum like Luther?

You think I could just execute him?
I always respected you, Frank.

I did, but for you to think this...

- Mike, there was no gun.
- He had a gun!

That is the truth! He had a gun.

The gun is down?

He had a gun. He had it!

And it was down.
Mahoney lowered his gun.

You fired. You were no longer
in fear of imminent threat.

And you shot him down.
You shot him down.

Give me your badge, Mike.

'You'd have done it.'
'Give me the badge.'

What I did, I'd want done for me.

- Lewis give me up?
- No.

Cos he's a stand-up cop.

I'm a good police.

I know that.

Detective Kellerman,
did Detectives Lewis and Stivers

have any knowledge of your intent
to fire your weapon?

- This is on me alone.
- They're caught in the lie of it.

I could throw that lie away and
I will still stand behind what I did!

Get me a pen and a paper,
I'll write all this up.

But I put myself in, no one else.

- You can't look me in the eye?
- Can't look at you. The badge.

You think about all of this
when you go and see your partner.

Give me a minute, would you?

- I didn't give you up.
- I didn't you, either.

I know that, partner.

- Do me a favour?
- If I can, yeah.

- Give me your gun.
- What?

Give me your gun, walk out
and give me a minute to myself.

I can't do that, Mikey.

It's not murder, but it's close.
We can get manslaughter.

If you charge Kellerman,
you take Lewis and Stivers with him.

They both wrote it up clean,
they'll fall for a false report charge.

- As they should.
- They covered for a cop. We would.

Lieutenant? Shock Trauma called.
They say Tim's out of surgery.

Thank you, Judy.

If it were Bayliss, wouldn't you
have carried it for him?

It wouldn't be Bayliss.

I'm going back to Shock Trauma.

Then I'll type this up
like any other confession.

What you do with it is on you.

You can fight this.
You might even make it.

Jury looks at Mahoney
and looks at you,

looks at the situation where the gun's
still in Mahoney's hand,

I'd say you have a good chance.

But if you go to trial,
you take Lewis and Stivers with you.

Don't charge me, then.

If I have to charge you to get you gone,
then that's what I'd do.

And if I quit?

This stays here with me.

- How is he?
- The doctors say reassuring things...

"He's doing as well as can be expected."
It scares me to death.

- You're Frank.
- You must be, er...

- Virginia.
- Bayliss' mother.

- Not too long.
- Sure.

He saved my life tonight.

I hesitated. He pushed me
out of the way and... he saved my life.

He thinks the world of you.
He says that you're his friend.

He says you're not a person who
has friends, but that he's your friend.

Oh, dear God, Tim!

- I'm so sorry.
- Thank you.

Excuse me, folks,
I can't have a crowd in here.

We'll go.

He saved my life.

I have this one son of a bitch sighted.
I have my gun on him.

And I don't know. I don't.

I blanked. I froze.

I didn't even hear the shot.

Next thing I know,

Tim's laying on the ground,

looking up at me, bleeding.

Because of me.

Don't do this. You didn't know
this was gonna happen.

Dear God,

make Bayliss fight.

God, please!

I swear, I will do anything.

Let him live. I'm asking.

I am begging.

Help my friend.

I want him to live!

- How is he?
- He's not good.

- He's in there?
- Yeah, but we got chased out.

- The nurse don't want a crowd.
- Screw the nurse!

You're not doing Tim any good,
thinking like this.

Good? What the hell is good?

Where do I stand to be able to talk
about doing any good?

Frank...

- I'm done.
- What?

Bayliss is here because his partner
can't protect him through the shift.

Look, this is not your fault.

Yeah, it's mine and I'll carry it.
I got to carry it.

Bayliss is in there because of me.
And you.

And Lewis, Kellerman and Stivers.
All of it.

- But what is it? What is it really?
- Frank...

It's a lie, a damn lie.
Maybe you can live with this lie.

But I just walked into the Box
with a man I served with, Kellerman.

I watched him turn to dirt.
You told me to do it, I did it.

Now you want me to look away,
live this lie.

If I'd listened to you, I never
would've come back to this job.

And Tim,
Tim is not laying in that bed

with all those damn tubes
sticking out of him.

I know that smell.

It smells like death.

I couldn't listen, could I?

There's no truth for me anymore,
not anymore.

I can't be out on the street.

I'm never going back in that Box
ever again.

It's done.

I'm finished.

Yeah.

Give me another shot.

See the door over there?
Take your business elsewhere.

I ain't leavin'
till you give me a shot!

- You're drunk. I can't serve you.
- If you don't, I'll mess you up.

- Now, give me another drink!
- Hey, pal, take a walk.

Who are you?

You want trouble?
You got trouble!

Trouble?
Oh, yeah, Princess, you terrify me.

- What are you, a cop?
- Yeah, dumb-ass, I'm a cop.

Come on, pal, let's go!