The Wire (2002–2008): Season 4, Episode 7 - Unto Others - full transcript

They got
Honey Nut Cheerios in here?

Shit.

Yo, back the fuck up,
motherfucker!

My man here
saved my spot, yo.

It's a shame we don't have
more time together.

We could have made us
a couple of babies.

Ain't nobody see shit.

- How's that for a message?
- Not bad.

Except the price
on your head ain't for four figures --

- It's for five.
- Shit. For that kind of money,

I should have done you
my own self.

So who's doing
the bounty?

Who it is: A West Side player
by the name of Marlo.

Marlo? Can't say
I know the man.

- He know you.
- Can you get me a phone call?

I can do you one
better than that.

Who you calling?

- Police.
- The police?

Man owe me a favor.

...crime, violence, drugs,

drug addiction,
failing schools --

all of these social problems
in Baltimore City

over and over again.

And on June 8th,

when I had to write
a column for the next day,

some statistics had just come out
from the FBI showing

an uptick in some
of Baltimore's crime.

And we also had
a spate of five killings

in a two -
or three-day period.

And, you know, the idea
of sitting down again

and writing another column
on this subject --

I don't know
if it is important.

But here I am
a citizen of Baltimore,

and I take my citizenship as seriously
as I take my credentials as a columnist.

I said, "What am I gonna say?
What can I say about this?"

If the killings continue --

between 250 and 300
homicides a year...

- Top of the world.
- Top of the world.

I knocked off an incumbent major, Tony.
That ain't easy.

National party has to
take note of this.

Young and pretty as you are,
I'm sure they've got ideas.

All you have to do now
is run the city.

Tony, I've got to ask
you something:

Why didn't you run again
after the first term?

I mean, nobody had the --
the name you had, the organization.

Let me tell you
a story, Tommy.

The first day I became mayor,
they sit me down at the desk --

big chair and dark wood,

lots of beautiful things.

I'm thinking,
"How much better can it get?"

There's a knock at the door
in the corner of the room,

and Pete comes walking in

carrying this gorgeous

Sèvres silver bowl,
hand chased.

It was this big.

"It's from the unions,"
he says.

So I think
it's a present,

something to commemorate
my first day as mayor.

And he walks over,
puts it on a desk.

I look down at it.

It's disgusting.

I said, "What the hell is this?"

He said,
"What the hell's it look like?"

I said,
"It looks like shit.

Well, what do you want me
to do with it?"

He says, "Eat it."

"Eat it?"

He says, "Yeah.

You're the mayor.

You've got to eat it."

So, okay.

It was my first day,
and Pete knows more than I do.

So I go at it.

And just when I finish,
there's a knock on the door.

And in walks Pete carrying
another silver bowl,

and this one's
from the blacks.

"This too?"

And he nods. I start eating.

And when I'm finished,

there's another knock
and another bowl.

This one's
from the Polacks.

Then after that,
one from the ministers.

And you know what, Tommy?

That's what it is.

You're sitting, eating shit
all day long, day after day,

year after year.

When I realized that,

I decided being
a downtown lawyer

and seeing my family
every night made for a fine life.

Just a fine life.

Got that dark horse
right here, man.

O.G. dark horse.

Man, everyone knows
his nigga ain't about to cop, is he?

Spider, Spider,
hold on now.

Come on, man.

Why you ain't come past
my gym no more?

I been waiting on you
for weeks now.

Talk to me, son.

You ain't my fuckin' father.

What happened between
me and your mom

ain't got shit to do with you
taking advantage of the gym.

Now, man, I'm just saying
you one of my best, boy.

Hell, if I thought it
was gonna hurt you, I wouldn't --

Fuck you! Ain't nobody
gonna hurt me.

Fuck you. So step up
and step off, unc.

I got customers
backing up.

Dark horse,
dark horse.

Five, and five more.

Shit. That's what that does.

Principal Withers,
please to the cafeteria.

Yo, last card down.
Remember?

Oh yeah.
My bad.

Hey, guys.

You know I don't mind you
coming up here most days

to eat lunch, but I said
you can't be gambling.

Yo, Mr. Prezbo, the quarter's
only a, you know, reminder

to remind me
that I got 25 shells.

That's all. Come on,
let's see what you've got.

Dang. Flush.

- But it don't beat your three nines.
- Yeah, it do.

- It do?
- It do.

It does.

Karim, you should have been more
cautious with your bet. Figure the odds.

Yo, it's our lunch break.
Don't be schooling us now.

Hold on.
Let him talk.

Well, for starters,
you have to get a count on the diamonds.

You know how many diamonds
there are in a deck?

13.

13 -- that's right. Cards is
all about knowing the numbers.

With the numbers,
you can calculate the odds.

Now, Michael had
four diamonds showing.

Hold on. Wait.

What about dice?

I mean, does dice
have odds too?

'Cause mostly
that's what we play.

- Dice?
- Yeah. Sure.

So, can you show us
the odds of dice?

- Yeah, man.
- Yeah, man. Teach us dice.

- That'd be hard, man.
- For real.

Here comes that
Jailhouse Rick.

The Braddock case?

I take it we now have permission
to solve this fucking case,

seeing as everyone's
finished voting.

Solve away,
you bold centurions.

You don't have
work to do?

Not till I catch
a fresh call, no.

How much can you
sell that one for?

Mint condition, 300.

Fuck me.
I need a hobby.

That's right,

but he bucked on me.

I just thought he might have
come back past once or twice.

Sherrod's on a truant list,
Mr. Cousins.

He hasn't been back since
the last time you brought him in.

Well, if he does
come back past,

can you tell him
I'm looking for him at home,

and he can come
home if he want?

I apologize
for taking your time.

I see you up here undercover.

All right.
Don't worry, dawg.

I'll keep it close.

Mrs. Donnelly?
Does the school have

any kind of collection
of board games --

Parcheesi,
Trouble, Monopoly?

You're still teaching
eighth-grade math, right?

Trying. Yeah.

The book room downstairs.

Stay on the curriculum,
Mr. Pryzbylewski,

or you'll have an area superintendent
on our backs.

Remember this, yo?

Not in my case.

Them boys working the case
ain't really in the mood to listen.

As you can see, I still got
the lady-lawyer marker,

and if I recall, a police gun
got fired a while back.

Only reason I'm even here
is because of that gun.

As far as Ilene Nathan goes,

she promised a get-out-of-jail-free
on a small felony or two.

This here is a taxpayer murder
with an eyeball witness.

The eyeball witness
is lying, yo. Come on now.

When have you ever known me
to put my gun on anybody

- That wasn't in the gang?
- Oh. Omar.

Old Face Andre is
lying on me here.

The store owner --
now why would he lie?

- Andre working a package out the store.
- Ah.

Folk like that, they tend to bear
a certain resentment

toward folk like me.

If you didn't do this,
when you did others --

shit, I got files
on two open doubles last year.

Shotgun shells
at both scenes.

- What about that stash-house gunfight?
- Hmm?

What about Stringer Bell
and his muscle dead in the warehouse?

If this one ain't on you,
another dozen probably are.

And if this one
goes to court,

you can tell that jury
how wrong it is.

Obviously, a guy's alone
before I swear to them on the stand.

You leave me at courtside
and I'm done.

- You know that.
- Yeah?

So you ain't
making friends.

I got a bounty
on my head, man --

five figures.

If I would have known I'd be
sharing quarters with all these boys,

I probably wouldn't
have robbed so many of them.

Aw yeah,
that golden rule.

Well, since you
feeling all Biblical

and righteous and all,
you think on this:

Now if Omar ain't killed
that delivery lady, somebody else did.

But you giving him a free walk
right now, though, ain't you?

A man got
to have a code.

What's up?

Just the dice.

Grab the dice
from any game that has them.

We're using
that third edition, right?

- I don't know.
- We're using the third.

What are the new
fifth editions doing

sitting down here in a box?

No way.

Big red, y'all.

Big reds over here.

What's up, man?

Got your big yellow.

What's up?

Big yellow for you.

Look at you,
all business and shit.

Big yellow bird.

Yo, who you bumping with?

Ain't no bump.

They got their corner,
I got mine.

Ain't no thing.

You going up
the gym today?

I might see you later.

Big yellow.
Big yellow birds over here.

- Well, maybe they with Marlo.
- Ain't with no one.

They're just young'uns
playing in this shit.

So what you want to do?

Don't want to mix here
and bring the police to our shop.

When they step off,
you follow.

- Bank 'em good.
- What if they strut?

Yellow, big yellow.

Ain't no need
to pop no one,

but they need a warning.

Make sure they know
we for real.

Brokeback, man.
Brokeback right here.

Fresh from the street.
Brokeback.

Brokeback.
Brokeback.

Big yellow bird.

Tried to bring out
who was on me.

Led him
to the train station.

How that work?

Had the railroad police on me.

Couldn't smoke.
Guy was pulling the strings.

You need a name.

You get that,
I can run it down for you.

I'll get a name.

Camera still there?

Steal that motherfucker.

No one speaks to it,

then it's the feds
sniffing you out.

It's only federals who'd be
rich enough to lose a camera

and not go
to crying about it.

You steal that bitch
and someone comes knocking,

it's local.

Steal that bitch.

See what comes.

Hey, you know the boy used to be
with me running these carts,

go by the name
of Sherrod?

I'm looking for him.
I've got some good news.

So if you spot him,
you know, tell him to come see me.

That's $9 for two,
$10 for three.

That's $10 even too.
That's a good product.

Ain't none
of that alley shit.

People walking in front
of the camera waving -- waving hello.

Them Chinese made that shit.

- Yeah.
- No?

Hey, bro.
Much obliged.

It's a good deal,
good deal.

Hey, remember
to holler at my boy if you see him.

All right.

All right, here we go!

Bubbles' Depot
for my people.

Bubbles'll take care
of your troubles.

Ain't no trouble yet.

All right.
All right.

Take it easy, okay?

I know you remember me.

All right,
be cool with it.

Give it up, nigga --

that's what I'm gonna say to you
every time we meet.

Money or pills,
don't care which.

All right,
all right. Cool.

I'm getting it.

See?

Back down, yo.
He's in a hole.

Motherfucker
bad for business, man.

Y'all don't take care of
your neighborhood store?

What's up?

Officer.

How you doing, Officer?

Can you help me out please?

I just got robbed.

Thank you, man.
They all saw it.

Everybody was here
witnessing everything.

Took your money?

Yeah, man.
Same guy every day.

He went down the alley
towards Payson Street.

You can cut him off
on Lafayette --

You can't sell on the street
without a license.

And these movies --
it's copyright infringement.

- Come on, man.
- That's a hefty fine.

That's my 10 --

Are you gonna rob me too?

That's what
you're gonna do?

You rob me also?

Baltimore's finest right here.
Thank you.

Everybody gather up,

all right?

Everybody take five
and gather up.

Mike, get in here too.

I want everybody that uses
the gym to hear this now.

Most of y'all know I came home

after being in a long time.

And some of y'all -- shit,

all of y'all probably
seen me welcoming the attentions

of some of the ladies
who've come past.

Easy.

Now, I realize that some
of these ladies is your relations.

I ain't mean
to disrespect y'all

or have any feelings hurt.

All y'all come in here
to learn a sport

and better yourselves.

Ain't no need for me
to get in the way of that.

All right.

And if your witness is in the game,
and Omar jacked him up good --

- What the fuck is this?
- Hey, Crutch, I'm just asking.

Is he kin
to you or what?

Vernon, man, you ran the sheet
on that Old Face, right?

Yeah. He was an asshole.
So what?

So what?
What's the history?

Do we come behind your casework
talking this kind of shit?

- Aw.
- Do we?

- Come on.
- No. Fuck you, Bunk.

- Fuck you.
- Fuck you.

Soon as he comes out the gym,
yo, bank his ass, man.

Make sure
that nigga's shook.

You thought
I wouldn't handle it.

Some of us are in need
of some reproof.

I don't know about
all this beefin', man.

What, you scared, nigga?

We need to pump
your ass up some more.

Game on.

You coming round
the way tomorrow?

I think you should
stay off that spot.

Bitch, I'm talking to you!

Man, fuck you.

Fuck!

Mouthing don't
work for you, nigga.

Whoa whoa whoa.

Y'all have got to take this shit
out of the front of my door.

Namond, go inside.

Man, fuck you!

Yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah.

Hey, I feel you, man.

Ain't no beef here, though,

all right?

Go inside, man.

Yo, what happened
to your boy?

What the fuck
happened to you?

Ain't nothing.

You need to see how
the other nigga look.

- Who was that?
- Ain't nothing.

I can handle that fool.

- You ain't have to step too.
- Aw shit, no!

You had everything under control.
Look at your face!

Course, I recognize the other boy
was high as all hell.

And anything can jump off
when it's like that, you know.

Yeah, and he'd have been
on his ass if you ain't mixed in.

What's going on?

He into something?

Ain't none of my business.

Yours either.

Seriously, you guys ran
a hell of a campaign --

no let-up,
a lot of heart.

- I'll second that.
- Yeah. I liked the shit

when you trotted out
that witness story during the debate.

What about the fucking
last-minute fliers

and me and the slum lord
doing a tango

on the courthouse steps?

Wait.

Parker, who was behind that?

I didn't see
no Royce authority line.

Well?

Tommy, enough of
the bullshit, hmm?

What the hell
are we waiting for?

Bring your ass around here
and try out the big chair.

Come on.
Come on around here.

I'm not even Mayor-Elect.

General election's still
a few weeks away.

You don't beat Crawford
in a city where we outnumber

Republicans nine to one,
you don't deserve the fucking job.

Now, get on around here.

If I lose the general election,

I'll just blame Norman here.

He's taking over
from Terri D'Agostino.

She did good for you.

Yeah, she did.
The national noticed.

She's back at D.C.C.C. looking
to target red-state delegations.

After what she pulled off,
I hope she got a win bonus.

Hell, yeah.
They gave her my share too.

Wouldn't you know it?

Tommy, whatever you need
going forward

for the general election,
for the transition --

I want to hit
the ground running,

so I'm gonna need
to learn the agencies,

the budgets,
the problems -- all of it.

Wherever you want to go,
whatever you want to look at.

- See to it.
- Mm-hmm.

It's a hell
of a goddamn job.

Halfway glad to get out.

I'm gonna miss it.

Braddock case
running you in circles?

Whole day was
a waste of time.

Why not talk
to Wardell himself?

Ask him if he killed
the witness against him.

If he read the newspapers,
he already knows he's a suspect.

Will he take a polygraph?
Call his lawyer.

Tell him they're about to shift the
narcotics case over to the federal court

because a state witness
was murdered.

Tell him if his client
doesn't cooperate,

he's looking at mandatory minimums
and no parole.

The feds don't want
drug cases anymore,

especially not a case that's gonna
fall apart without a key witness.

Bluff. What have you
got to lose?

Maybe he blows the box.
Maybe he passes.

But he talks a bit
either way,

and you, Detective,
get to listen.

The fuck am I
looking at here?

Birds... I think.

You see that there?
I think that's a wing flapping.

Shit. Fuck!

Fuck it anyway, man!

Mr. Bond?

Hey. Call me Rupert.

Thanks for coming over.

Try to get
a running start,

meeting with
my unit chiefs.

No problem.

Congratulations
on the election result.

You'll be coming in
with quite a mandate.

Maybe so.

So, how can I help you
with the transition?

There's not a lot of high-end
narcotics cases in the pipeline,

- And major crimes --
- We'll cut it for political reasons.

Once the polls put me
up there with Demper,

people started
whispering in my ear.

And I also heard
about your subpoenas --

Andy Krawczyk,
Clay Davis.

Sir, I didn't intend --

To go after a couple
of Royce's money men four weeks

before a primary election?

Yeah. I think you're
wasted in narcotics.

Let me guess --

- How about V.C.U. as Unit Chief?
- What?

Violent Crimes Unit.

How about you
take that over for me?

Carcetti ran on a platform
of dropping the murder rate,

so V.C.U. is where the sparks
are gonna fly, right?

You're putting me in charge
of all homicide prosecutions?

What about Ilene Nathan?

She's moving up
to Second Deputy.

I came in here ready to get bounced
down to misdemeanors or worse.

Why would you think that?

The subpoenas
and the fact that Demper --

Demper lost the election.

I won.

And I admire your courage,
if not your loyalty.

Lester.

Excuse me?

Forgive me.

V.C.U. is great.

I'm more than ready to work
murders for you, Mr. Bond.

Good.

Rupert.

But now she's told police

sex was consentual
on Paul and Monnel only. So...

- So, Randy --
- He'll be back tomorrow.

- And the thing with the police?
- It's out of my hands.

Turn it down, ladies.

Quanice, lose the gum.

Okay. Settle down.

Mr. Prezbo!

What's he doing
with a computer?

We're gonna have a computer
in the class for special projects,

and another thing --

Dang!
They all new and shit.

Leave the old ones
on your desks,

and put your names
on the box

on the inside cover
of the new ones.

Okay. Did anyone have any trouble
with the homework?

- Charlene?
- I didn't get it.

- Didn't get what?
- None of it.

Michael?

That's great.
Good job.

Come on, eh?

Calvin, is this your work?

'Cause it looks
like someone else's.

No, I did my work.

Okay. Next time,
try to remember

not to copy Quanice's
name at the top.

All right. Did everybody
get a new textbook?

Yes.

Great. Okay.

Well, for now at least,
you can get those out of sight.

- Whoa!
- That's right!

Namond, why aren't
you in uniform?

Why did you decide
not to wear it?

I ain't in my right class,
so ain't no need for a uniform.

Interesting.

Why you always write down
everything we say?

Trying to get
inside our heads or something?

You trying
to get into mine?

Chandra, do you think this is
a beauty salon or a classroom?

Darnell, why didn't
you wear your uniform?

I meant to. I did.

Yeah, but after
a quart of vodka,

it'd be hard to know
what color shirt

you're supposed
to be wearing.

And you find
that funny, Namond?

Man, fuck you.

Darnell has a drinking problem,
and Namond, we believe,

suffers from
conduct-disorder issues.

- Do you need a time-out?
- Fuck you.

Yeah, he's got
a mouth on him.

Chandra, is it necessary
to comb your hair in class?

Fuck you,
cheese-faced bitch!

- I should tell you --
- You ain't tellin' nobody nothing!

Yeah. You know,
I was wondering

why she was in the class.
She seemed so --

Chandra, listen to me.

Oppositional defiant personality.

Get the fuck out
of my face, bitch!

I'm sorry
you're having a bad day,

but you're gonna have to
take a little walk with Miss Mason.

Come back when you've
pulled it all back together again.

Damn. It's bye-bye time
for my girl Chandra.

Yeah, you think?

Then to reiterate, this is
a polygraph examination --

non-admissible,
and the answers to all questions

are regarded as a proffer

- With a limited grant of immunity.
- Agreed.

Okay. To begin, please answer yes
to a series of questions

regardless of whether or not
that answer is correct.

Is your name
Anthony Wardell?

Yeah.

And you're from
Baltimore, Maryland?

Right now I'm over at City Jail,
but I'm from East Side.

So your answer is?

Yeah, I'm from Baltimore.

Are you female?

Fuck is wrong with --
my bad.

Yeah, I'm a bitch.

- Hey, sweet thing.
- Chandra.

We're working
on our short essay.

If you --

Diamonds are
a girl's best friend.

Need to get down
to lay down.

Namond, if you don't stop,

I'm gonna have to ask you
to leave class.

See you sad-ass motherfuckers
in about three days --

You're leaving class,
not school.

What?

What about now,
bitch? Huh?

Huh?

That's not necessary,
Namond.

Oh, you gonna
suspend me?

We're gonna have
a little talk.

Man, fuck y'all.
I know the rules.

You've got to suspend me.
School's got to have rules.

He's right.
You've got to have rules.

Can't just be throwing
that shit out.

The point is:
I can call it like you want.

You want him to pass?
He passed.

You want him to come up inconclusive,
he's inconclusive.

What the fuck
kind of science is that?

Come on.
Did he blow the box or not?

I'm here for you,
Detective.

You know what we use
the polygraph for?

Leverage.

To get him in here
and fuck with him.

No wonder
this shit's inadmissible.

Let me guess.

They're out in the hall
and Swatowski is telling them

that he can make it go
any way they want.

If you think that's how we play it,
then why let your client --

Because you know
there's not much case left

now that
your witness is dead.

I don't need to expose him
to a federal charge if I can avoid it.

And because even if
Swatowski bends it for our ears,

he's let you know that
Mr. Wardell here did not blow the box.

Yo, I wouldn't kill me.

Even if it flips on me,
I ain't gonna do shit to the man.

Why not?

My moms and his --
they're, like, cousins.

Came up together
in the Latrobe, you know?

I've been knowing him since,
like, Head Start and shit.

But he was gonna testify.

What am I looking at on the first
conviction on this kind of waive?

Seven, eight?
Shit, I'll be out in three and a half.

You think I'm gonna kill my mom's
cousin's boy for three and a half?

I know that man helped
get himself elected

claiming that
I did me like that, but please.

Bum-ass motherfucker was
gonna testify against me,

and I swear to God
I feel bad he's dead.

I do.

Hey, Ilene,
I've been looking all over for you.

Omar Little.

From Bird's trial
a couple of years ago.

- The stickup boy.
- Mm-hmm.

He's in City Jail
on a felony murder.

Store robbery,
West Side.

When I gave him the card, I told him
it was for a light felony at best.

Yeah, of course,
but he needs to get writ out of B.C.D.C.

and put in protective
custody somewhere else.

He's sharing his address
with about 800 other guys

who have seen the business end
of his shotgun.

- Why do you care?
- I'm pretty sure he's being set up.

Really? How does that play with
the rest of the guys in the squad room?

Look, all I'm asking
is that you move him

to some county detention center

at least until I have a chance
to work back up on this thing.

Now, this card
ought to buy him that much.

Is Hartford County
Detention Center quiet enough?

- Yeah.
- Go pick up a writ in my office

and tell Mr. Little my debt's paid.

The fact is that homicides are
off 14% in the West Side this year.

But I'm not gonna stand here
and take credit for that

when all other U.C.R.
felonies are up.

- Why not, Major?
- A wise man once told me years ago

when I wasn't
even a sergeant

that you should never take credit
when the crime rate drops

unless you want
to take the blame when it rises.

Atten-hut.
Mayor-Elect is on deck.

Please, back to what
you're doing.

I'm just a councilman
here to observe.

At ease, gentlemen.

Major Daniels,
continue your presentation.

In any event, rather than allow
my post cars to patrol,

I put two-man cars

in the post
with the worst drug corners:

Edmonson Avenue, Poplar Grove,
Fayette and Baltimore Streets,

North Avenue.

Now, if nothing else,
a two-man car is more aggressive,

and that helps push it away
from the most volatile corners,

- Which may be having an effect.
- Just pushing it?

I'm not devoting my resources

to cheap street arrests,
Commissioner.

Instead, I'm trying
to bring every officer I can

to bear on making
quality felony cases.

I could do more
but, well, it's my opinion

that not enough of the troops
I have are sufficiently trained

to properly
investigate such cases.

Major, you just
insulted your command.

Respectfully, sir, too many
of my people have spent years

chasing street-level arrests
while they grab bodies and make stats.

But that doesn't teach you
how to write a proper warrant

or testify properly
as to probable cause

or use, and not get used
by an informant.

I wish it were otherwise.

But if I'm chasing
felony cases,

I can only bring a minority
of my officers to bear.

- You've got all of it already!
- That's right.

Make a nigga work.
You like that shit.

Ain't that right, motherfucker?

You can't hide, son.

Don't care where it is.

In a nigga's ass crack,
I'll still find you.

Damn. Fucked that man up.

- Yeah, boy.
- All right.

So we starting
a little later than I wanted.

Yo, but you said you was gonna
creep out of school after lunch.

I tried.
They won't put me out.

Shit. Ain't no school
gonna hold me if I want to go.

It's this new class
they put me in.

It's so fucked up,
yo, they working all backwards and shit.

All right,
let's get to this:

Yo, Bobby,
you working the stash.

Yo yo, why aren't
where we was yesterday?

- The spot was right.
- This is good here?

What the fuck is wrong with you?
He was on this strip yesterday.

This ain't shit.

Yo, if you don't want to sell
my shit, then fuck you, Kenard.

I keep my money.

This spot is just
as good as the other.

Shit...

Carv, do you know how much
that video camera costs?

$4,200, which makes
our adventure with Fuzzy Dunlop

look like a fucking
walk in the park.

To get the camera
from I.S.D.,

I had to get authorization
from your supervisor, right?

Still, you lost it
doing police work.

Your lieutenant
will understand.

Marimow? You know what
that asshole understands?

Burning motherfuckers
for petty shit like this.

- Help me, Carv.
- This is not my problem.

Don't fuck me, Carv.
Don't fuck me now.

You know what this is?

This is one of those
enabling relationships.

Enable me, Carv.

Enable me to find
my fuckin' camera.

You're seeing pigeons?

Last night we did.

Me and Sydnor ran
the Westside

looking at every pigeon
coop we could find.

This morning,
nothing in the monitor.

- Did you check the pawnshops?
- Every one.

I fucking know this asshole Marlo
has my camera.

- Aw, fuck me.
- What?

You just reminded me.

I had to brief this kid
last week who said he knew

something about a murder
that Marlo's people did.

- I meant to call Bunk on it.
- Bunk caught the case?

No. Actually, he had a warrant for
the guy who supposedly got killed.

I rode around with him
on it a while back.

What about me?

I got problems here, man.

The only thing
you can do

is get some wood
on Marlo Stanfield or his people.

Scare him enough
to send the camera back.

What do you
have on Marlo?

I know he's a drug dealer.

I can't prove it
or nothing, but I know.

Detective Pitts,
pick up 2594. Pitts...

Okay, listen.

How about I let you
debrief the kid first?

- See what he can give you.
- This gets the camera home?

Maybe not,
but you talk to the runt,

and maybe he gives you
some shit on Marlo.

Maybe even gives you
a murder or two.

Before you call
Homicide on it,

you walk it
back to Marimow

like the cat
with the mouse in its teeth.

You bring him the murder,
he probably forgives the camera.

Lumen, line 5.

Lumen, pick up
the fucking phone.

Looking for
Detective Moreland.

Could you have him call Sergeant Carver
at the Western, please?

Carver? Western?

Hmm. Got it.

Fuck that Bunk.

- Thoughts on your cabinet?
- Lots of them.

But top of the list,
Ervin Burrell's ass is gone.

I told Royce to dump him
more than a year ago,

but Clarence didn't want to piss off
the ministers until after the primary.

Primary's over.
He can do it now.

You think Clarence Royce
is gonna do you that favor?

He's already thinking about
taking a poke at Elijah

and running for the Seventh District
congressional seat.

He's gonna need every black minister
in town to lay hands upon him.

- Fine. I'll do it myself.
- No, you won't.

Royce can fire
a black police commissioner,

but the newly-elected
white mayor cannot.

Same brothers who voted
for you'll be at your throat.

What if I got a black commissioner
to replace the son of a bitch?

Under Burrell, the only black deputy
is Cawthorne, and he's 70.

After that, it's just
majors and lieutenants.

We go outside --
nationwide search.

Deputy chiefs
in New York or L.A.

make more than
their police commissioner.

If you're talented and black,
why would you be in Baltimore?

I have often asked myself
that very question

on a number of occasions.

So I'm stuck
with Burrell. Fuck.

Have a seat.

Don't keep him late.
He's got to be at school in the morning.

I thought you said
he was suspended.

They're letting me
back in tomorrow.

Miss Anna'd want me
to be home by 9:00.

Don't forget to send him

on to Bunk
after you're done.

Look after him.
He's a good kid.

You hungry?

Yeah.

Let's eat.

Hey, kid, let me ask you
right off the bat:

You know what a police
surveillance camera looks like?

Councilman, you sure you don't want
to ride with Lieutenant Grace?

I mean, she'll be
in command of the ship.

What's the point
of a ride-along with the bosses?

I need to see what
the troops see, right?

Fine. I love
the idea of a mayor

who knows what
we're up against.

Officers McFarley
and Ginter,

this is the mayor-elect,

and he'll be riding
with you in sector three.

- How you doing?
- Hey.

Don't let him get captured.

Obviously, I didn't know nothing
about it in the beginning.

Little Kevin --
he just told me to tell Lex

to go up to the playground
behind Fulton

'cause his girl was up there.

- And Lex got killed?
- Yeah.

Where'd he get killed?

So you actually weren't there
to see him killed?

I told you.

Little Kevin -- he just told me
to tell Lex to go up

to the playground and see
this girl Patrice.

Then later, Kevin come up
to me and tell me

Chris and Snoop
killed the dude.

- What's Kevin's last name?
- I don't know.

- You don't have his name?
- Little Kevin is all I know.

So let me
get this straight:

You told the guy
to go somewhere,

and then you heard
he was killed,

but you don't know
where he was killed,

and you don't even know
if anyone ever found the body?

- How do you know Lex is really dead?
- Everybody know it.

- Who is everybody?
- Everybody from around the way.

Yo, listen.

People be saying that Chris
and Snoop be turning niggas

into zombies for Marlo,
but I know that ain't true.

When you dead,
you dead is all.

Zombies, huh?

You know what this is?
This is bullshit.

- You're bullshitting me.
- No, sir.

You were right there when this
Lex fellow got dropped, weren't you?

- No.
- Yes, you were.

You're an eyeball witness
who can get me Snoop and Chris both.

- I told you --
- Look, kid.

If you were there,
you can say so.

We can do a lot for you,

maybe help you out with this problem
you got at the school.

I ain't got a problem no more.
I'm good with that.

- You were there, right?
- Herc.

Just say you were there!

So how do you like
being mayor so far?

I've still got to win
the general election

and the inauguration's
not till December.

So what do I know?

Well, you can't do
any worse than Royce.

City's going to shit.

Yeah. Well, what do
you guys suggest I do first?

An air strike.
White phosphorus.

Drop that shit on everything
between here and North Avenue.

Seriously.
That shit works.

My brother's a marine, right?

They use W.P. over
there in Fallujah.

Signal 13, shots fired.
200 North Calhoun.

Bang.
There it is.

Now you're gonna see some shit,
Mr. Mayor. Pardon my French.

You know
what's fucked up?

No one hears the gunshot.

On the canvas, no one
even claims to hear the shot.

So look,
our next move is

to work back on
Wardell's visiting list.

If the sergeant asks,
I'm on the street.

Fuck, is that 13
on Calhoun Street?

I don't know, but they 1032'd
10 minutes ago, sir.

You're not dropping me off
at my crib, are you?

I mean, you can
leave me, like,

a block or two
up from here.

I could walk
the rest of the way.

Don't want to be seen
with the police, huh?

Yeah.

All right, boss.

I'll pull over right here.

What the fuck was
Carv thinking?

This kid can't
give me a murder.

We go right at Marlo.

Fuck the backdoor when we can
go in the front, you know?

Next I want a detective
at University

in case the guy that comes out
makes any kind of declaration.

Right, and have someone
in the room with him.

Officer Leach is being transported
down to you by a sergeant.

Service weapon's
with Detective Hollister,

on their way
to Ballistics.

No. No, looks like
a clean shoot.

I've got spent shells
from two suspect weapons,

different calibers,
both recovered.

Right.
Yeah, I know.

No, I'm not out here
at the scene.

But call the P.I.O. and have him issue
a statement from downtown.

Tell the S.A.O. that if they want
to have someone out here

survey the scene, they need
to move now 'cause Crime Lab

is finishing up,
and the O.C.M.E. van is here waiting.

Yeah....

isn't that the Western
District commander?

Yeah, that's Daniels.

He's the duty officer tonight.

Seems to know
his business.

He ain't as bad
as some.

Police.

Baltimore Police.

Okay. There's still 85 eligible

from September
who need an October day.

That'll work, ma'am.

I'm counting on you
fellows to get it done

before the end
of the month.

I can keep you
on salary till then.

You know what?
This ain't for me.

Look. I thank you
for the opportunity, ma'am,

but it ain't so much
just to bring a man for a day or two.

I mean, if you had something

where I was working
with these kids...

Anyway, thanks again.

- David.
- Hey.

Thought you was
at Ida Wells.

Language arts position
opened up here,

so I came over last year.

- Hey. What's up, Coach?
- Hey.

You come over for some of
your boys today? Some kind of program?

Nah. Something else.
Didn't work out really.

Be well.

You mind
if I give him a go?

- Sure.
- Fuck you!

Okay.

But you're still
in this room.

Fuck you!

You know you're not going back with
the others till you learn to behave.

- Fuck you.
- Until you show you can handle it,

you're not going back
to your regular class.

Fuck you.

Look. And you damn sure
ain't going home

'cause there ain't no more
getting suspended.

Mr. Colvin, sir?

Fuck you.

'Cause I ain't feel like it.
That's why.

This is bullshit.
I ain't reading

no motherfucking book either!

I don't even know nothing
about the damn book.

And you always getting on my ass
and shit about some book.

Fuck you,
you cheese-faced bitch!

Albert, Albert,
settle down now.

This gonna be harder
than we thought, man.

It's fascinating, isn't it?

All right. Class...

This ain't no different
than the other class...

Clinically speaking.

Yo, your point's full.

I'm hot.
Come and get it.

All right.
I'll cover that.

- Me too.
- I'm betting with my boy Randy.

You about to get
your money taken.

Come on.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Pay up, sucker.

Randy, what are you doing?
Didn't we go over this?

How many ways
can you make a four?

Not enough
for his black ass.

Look who's talking.

Yo, he just come today,

so he missed
the whole thing about the odds.

Right.

Randy,

there's only three ways
to make a four,

- But to make a seven --
- Six.

That's good. So what should
have been your play?

Should have bet
against her roll.

Good to have you back,
Mr. Wagstaff.

Come on,
roll 'em, man.

I got 40.
I got 40 on it.

Trick them into thinking
they aren't learning, and they do.

Been looking
all over for you.

You found me.

Look, I been thinking,
Sherrod...

we're going about
our thing all wrong.

You know, look,
I made the mistake.

I was thinking I knew you better
than you knew yourself.

This corner -- this corner
mess will bring you down fast.

You know. I think you need
to come home, right?

You come by tonight,
and we work this shit out together.

I been thinking
about it.

Why don't you just
step right now?

I don't get paid till 8:00.

8:00, huh?

You all right?

Just a little tired,
that's all.

So I'm gonna
see you tonight, right, Sherrod?

You want to help me
take his statement?

Braddock case is down.

Room two.

You veteran crimefighters
got a name for this here, right?

"Murder weapon"
or some shit like that?

No fucking way.

Slug from autopsy matches

two more I pulled from
that smoke hound's backyard,

block into the side alley
from where Braddock fell.

- Our guy's dead from a stray.
- Hmph.

He was shooting
at 40s and Clorox bottles blocks away,

using potatoes for a silencer.

Bite me.
That's ridiculous.

So our guy's dead
because a bullet misses a bleach bottle.

And this fuck Carcetti

gets to be the mayor
behind this stupidity.

I fucking love
this town.

I do.

Nice pull, Greggs.

What's up, guys?

Sherrod!