The Wire 3x3

1. I gotta hit the head.

2. I can't take this shit, bunny.

3. Hey, it'll pass.

4. They're just riding you now.

5. Next week it's somebody new.

6. Can't take away your e.O.D., marvin.

7. Worst they can do is bust you back to lieutenant.

8. I don't even wanna think about

9. The worst these motherfuckers can do.

10. You don't either.

11. Deputy commissioner rawls: You're still not connecting the dots, marvin.

12. - have a look.

13. Hoffman and holbrook, sir.

14. Very good.

15. You had a body dropped there last week

16. And this is what the fuck it looked like yesterday.

17. Bond and preston, for the record.

18. - ashland and wolfe.

19. - chase and durham.

20. Sir, I deployed my resources per your instructions.

21. We beefed up foot patrols,

22. We have our plainclothes squads on 12-hour shifts.

23. And the corners stay full?

24. They move, sir. Every day.

25. They're gonna sell their drugs somewhere.

26. Major taylor, I look at your numbers,

27. I see the intel reports, the photos.

28. It all tells me that you lack a fucking clue.

29. If you'll permit me.

30. Is your deputy major present?

31. Yes, sir.

32. You now command the eastern district.

33. Major taylor, you are relieved.

34. Take the podium.

35. Anyone else having trouble with the writing on the wall?

36. Dismissed.

37. And I'm like, "nigga, if you want to sell me a new car,

38. You better really sell it to me,

39. 'cause otherwise, I'm sittin' back and I'm watchin'."

40. What you want with a new ride for?

41. It ain't like you can't get a new car

42. Anywhere you want, anytime, in this whole city.

43. - I'm just sayin'. - Sayin' what?

44. - In case. - In case what?

45. In case I ever want to buy a new car.

46. Damn, is that too much to ask for?

47. Girl, you crazy.

48. Shit, shit. Get down. Get down.

49. Yeah, they feeling it now.

50. They protectin' the fuck out of it, too.

51. You see what you wanted?

52. Yeah, man. But they got the whole second floor boarded up.

53. Got a little porch 'round back.

54. Couple of the boys out there now smoking on them menthols.

55. So we slide up from the back?

56. That barred up, too.

57. No way through the front?

58. Not now. But come tomorrow morning

59. They gonna scale back down to a three-man skeleton crew, ya feel me?

60. Not sure I like this.

61. Why we gotta keep hitting up the barksdale people?

62. Ain't like this whole motherfuckin' city

63. Ain't got stashes all over it.

64. True that.

65. So why?

66. Because.

67. "because"?

68. Indeed.

69. So that's a cop shooter?

70. Yeah, not much to him,

71. But he did that job on the dozerman kid last week.

72. Gave it up in a full statement.

73. Before or after you knocked the shit out of him?

74. "injuries were sustained while patrol officers were effecting

75. Pursuit and arrest of aforementioned suspects."

76. - He was caught east side, right? - Yeah.

77. But the wagon made a stop at the western district

78. For an unscheduled tune-up.

79. It's dark on that back lot.

80. Western boys mistook him for a piñata.

81. - So what do you think? - I think this is a tragic

82. Motherfuckin' miscarriage of justice.

83. I think it deserves a special grand jury, and if not,

84. The president should appoint an independent prosecutor.

85. Oh, no, no, no, actually, I think "kofi bryant"

86. And the united-fucking- nations should get involved.

87. It's a murder, bunk.

88. The word from upstairs is that

89. We supposed to be havin' less murders, not more.

90. This is anne arundel county.

91. Why should they care about that?

92. - Why should you? - Hey, bunk. Hey, how's it going?

93. Listen, um, deputy wants to know.

94. Have we recovered dozerman's service weapon?

95. No, sir. The kid said he sold it on the street.

96. Gave only the street name of the buyer.

97. A certain "peanut," whereabouts unknown.

98. - They want that gun back. - Sir?

99. They don't want to have a departmental weapon on the streets.

100. You know, as a principle.

101. The great white deputy has spoken.

102. This case is not down until that gun comes home.

103. Fine, don't get up.

104. One of the most heavily armed cities in the gun-loving world.

105. Why should those ignorant motherfuckers

106. Care about one goddamn semi-auto, more or less?

107. What'd you bring me downtown in this shit for, man?

108. Police don't get wet.

109. Talk to me, big man.

110. Thought you should know, my boy cheese,

111. He went into the box with a couple of police.

112. - He stood tall? - No doubt.

113. Kept his mouth shut and waited 'em out.

114. Way it turned out, they the ones that fucked up.

115. How come?

116. Police let it slip cheese played in on some "talkies."

117. Tried to pin a hit on him.

118. Said they had it all over him.

119. Who got hit?

120. A dog.

121. What kinda dog?

122. Kind mistake your leg for pussy.

123. So, they had phones tapped?

124. Don't matter to me none if they did.

125. Me and the people I keep close,

126. We don't talk on the phone none.

127. You talk on the phone, string?

128. So we good then.

129. What we know is they still looking hard at us.

130. You wanna know what kills more police than bullets and liquor?

131. Boredom.

132. They just can't handle that shit.

133. You keep it boring, string.

134. You keep it dead fucking boring.

135. You're serious?

136. I am.

137. What's the closest school to here?

138. Stuart hill elementary.

139. That's at least eight blocks.

140. Three sevens.

141. Three sevens?

142. Five eights.

143. Bullshit, let's see it.

144. Five eights. Read 'em and weep.

145. You're cheating.

146. I just can't catch your ass is all.

147. It's just luck, tony. It's just luck.

148. You called my desk looking for me?

149. Yes, I did, come on in.

150. Grab a chair.

151. But watch your wallet if you do.

152. Make it quick, tommy.

153. The new city editor wants

154. A 40-inch weekender on liquor board reform.

155. They're going to reform the liquor board?

156. Yeah, with a hand grenade.

157. So what's on your mind?

158. We're off the record?

159. There's going to be no academy class

160. Of police cadets this year.

161. Mayor's orders.

162. Homicide rate's climbing, felonies are up,

163. We got patrol vacancies out the ass.

164. Even more coming at the year-end retirements.

165. And this is coming from his honor?

166. - To what end? - Keep some money.

167. Money's in the budget, but even a six-month delay

168. In hiring saves a couple million.

169. You think there's some paper, something the mayor signed?

170. Nah, but you call the personnel office

171. And they'll confirm that the class is delayed until next year.

172. You get that much,

173. You can come back to me for a couple of quotes.

174. You want in on this?

175. No, indeed. I love my mayor.

176. Councilman, thank you.

177. Stirring up some shit?

178. Just a little bit.

179. For the good of our fair city by the bay.

180. Three twos.

181. Housing authority has this slated for demolition, right?

182. But no money to do it yet.

183. Boss, you sure it's a good idea

184. Not to tell anybody about this downtown?

185. Ignorance is bliss, lieutenant.

186. Anyone ever tell you that?

187. Once, but I beat the dog piss

188. Out of the guy with a nightstick.

189. Anybody seen mcnulty?

190. Catch him up when he posts.

191. New target.

192. Kintel williamson, goes by "prince k."

193. Has a string of corners from park circle to woodland avenue.

194. And he's dropping bodies, too.

195. Three in the last four months,

196. Or so say our friends in the northwestern district.

197. So we're off proposition joe's people?

198. We're going to ship all the mid-level arrests downtown to c.I.D.

199. Let narcotics work up those prosecutions.

200. After that, we're on to new business.

201. He don't look like much.

202. He's dropping bodies.

203. And with everybody pressed to bring the murder rate down,

204. That's the new mandate for this unit.

205. - Bell has bodies on him, too. - Not lately.

206. And prop joe hasn't made much noise either.

207. They're still running product.

208. Still got kids banging out there.

209. And now, 'cause we blew a wire over a fucking dog,

210. We have to let them just walk on,

211. Go about their shit like we were never anything

212. To take seriously in the first place?

213. I want an investigative strategy mapped out by week's end.

214. Mcnulty's here in spirit anyway.

215. - what?

216. Fuck you!

217. Right there.

218. This will work, too.

219. There's a couple occupied in the 200 block,

220. And that one over there,

221. But, otherwise...

222. We're good.

223. Good shit, right?

224. Let's go.

225. Commissioner burrell, please.

226. - Who's calling, please? - It's councilman carcetti.

227. - Hold, please. - Burrell: Hello?

228. Erv, I'm givin' you a heads up.

229. You're gonna get a call from a sun papers reporter

230. About the academy class.

231. - What the fuck? Is this a joke? - Calm the hell down, erv.

232. You just "no comment" the fucker.

233. You tell me my name will be nowhere near this

234. And then send a reporter my way?

235. Exactly. Then you call the mayor yourself

236. And you tell him you got a reporter nosing around

237. About the academy class getting pushed.

238. You tell him you have no idea how it leaked.

239. I knew this shit would come back to me.

240. Trust me, you're covered on this.

241. Goddamn it, you can't hang me out there like this with the mayor.

242. My ass is flapping in the breeze.

243. You want that class, erv? You gotta trust me.

244. - Shit!

245. How you even find me?

246. Ran into lucas.

247. Don't even call his name.

248. Nigger still owes me money.

249. He just told me how to find you, that's all.

250. He tell you how I'm doing?

251. Yeah...

252. I know what you thinking.

253. You ain't looking all that yourself.

254. You look just fine, girl.

255. Just tryin' to find your sister, that's all.

256. She ain't for you no more.

257. She ain't for none of our kind.

258. Gone out county way.

259. Picked herself up

260. County clothes, county car...

261. County nose to look down on all us city niggers with.

262. She a teacher.

263. - Where at? - Don't be rushin' me, motherfucker.

264. I know you lookin' to tip on out of here,

265. Get your aftershave on, get yourself correct.

266. She teach speech.

267. Make it so every nigger sound like condoleezza.

268. Up ida b. Wells.

269. Excuse me, sir. Excuse me, have you seen this little girl?

270. This my baby. Can you just take that picture with you?

271. Thank you so much. God bless.

272. Excuse me, have you seen this little girl—

273. Lady, you gonna have to back up.

274. My little girl. Please, she's only four years old.

275. I ain't seen your little girl, you're gonna have to back up.

276. - Please, take a look at her! Just look at the picture! - I ain't seen—

277. How do?

278. Let's go.

279. Where it at, man?

280. Back there.

281. So, what up, man? You don't value my time.

282. Nigga, please.

283. Hand me that screw gun and calm the fuck down.

284. - go! Go!

285. - clear!

286. Tosha, go!

287. - D, go. I got your back. - Kimmy: Go, dante!

288. Oh, I got you, baby. I got you.

289. Go! Go!

290. Yo, go, tosha, go!

291. Yo, y'all ready?

292. Let's bang out.

293. Go, go, go!

294. Go!

295. Come on, kimmy, get in the car!

296. Get in the car, man.

297. Mayor royce: Your department leaks like a fucking sieve.

298. It could be someone over here at the hall.

299. Someone on your staff. Someone on the council.

300. Well, it doesn't matter now.

301. We gotta spin it the best way we can, which means we need you

302. To step up and take this one for the team, erv.

303. - Me? - Yeah.

304. Tell the newspapers that the academy class

305. Has been delayed for some reason.

306. Lack of recruits, problems in your personnel division.

307. - Keep it in your shop. - After which, the mayor steps in,

308. Announces we'll have an academy class in january

309. Come hell or high water.

310. Do it like that, it's a one-day story.

311. Mr. Mayor, this was a budget question.

312. I was directed to delay that class.

313. You took the hit then and you're taking the hit now.

314. And I thank you for both... Commissioner.

315. 89?

316. And that's just the ones with west side addresses.

317. Man, you gotta narrow that shit down,

318. Find some way to work with all them peanuts.

319. Motherfucker, do I look like george washington carver?

320. shit. Cocksuckers got me

321. Chasing one gun through a city full of 'em.

322. Homicide. Yeah.

323. Two down, pall mall and pimlico.

324. Pall mall and pimlico. Got it.

325. Two down, in the street.

326. Ray cole's up.

327. Cole is in court today.

328. And I caught that cutting in cherry hill last night.

329. Don't look at me.

330. I'm in the haystacks, looking for dozerman's prodigal gun.

331. You gonna make me go back-to-back as a primary?

332. That's some cold shit, bunk.

333. Agg assault with a 2x4? I don't think so.

334. Put that with the part twos.

335. This one too. Assault by pointing.

336. If you don't use a handgun,

337. You don't get credit for waving it, right?

338. Larceny here.

339. Hump wrote this up as a daytime b&e?

340. Fuck this.

341. Do it clean.

342. Don't massage anything, don't sex anything down.

343. We give 'em the fucking truth.

344. What about comstat, boss? They'll rip you.

345. There's five months to my 30, right?

346. Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke.

347. The major no doubt has some explanation,

348. Some excuse, if you will, for a weekly felony tabulation

349. That's going in the opposite direction from the other eight districts?

350. I have none, sir.

351. You are content with this?

352. No, deputy, I'm unhappy.

353. I wish we were making more of an impact.

354. But doing what we're doing,

355. It's clear that's not the case.

356. Major colvin, I am under the impression

357. Crime is down in the western.

358. Perhaps you misfigured your felony stats this week.

359. No, sir. We were very accurate.

360. Sometimes the gods are uncooperative.

361. Uncooperative?

362. This is a cooperative effort, a cooperative department.

363. Why, in the eastern district,

364. Lieutenant daniels exemplified this new spirit just the other day.

365. And because of that, we got two fresh homicides in the black

366. And a lot less bodies on the streets than could have been

367. Had that drug war been allowed to drag on.

368. Mayor has me taking the hit in public

369. For the late academy class.

370. - You're kidding me. - Rawls: Sacrifice for the greater good.

371. Where's the fucking loyalty, I ask you?

372. But in the western, what do I get from a veteran commander?

373. You're just having a laugh, aren't you, bunny?

374. You got the real stats and projections somewhere else.

375. Someone's just outside the door with them, right?

376. A stripper, maybe?

377. that would be nice.

378. She comes in, flashes a little tit,

379. Gives us a whiff of that muff

380. And delivers my fucking stat sheets

381. With a reduction that matches just what we promised the mayor.

382. That would be beautiful.

383. That would be crème fucking brulée.

384. But what I got instead is some half-assed,

385. "I-wish-we-were-doing-better" platitude

386. That's meant to fool maybe a six-year-old girl

387. Into thinking you're doing your job.

388. Well, she's left the room, major colvin.

389. She's out there right now asking the stripper

390. If she can have her job when she grows up

391. Because she sure as shit doesn't want yours!

392. You know why?

393. Because there isn't gonna be a goddamn western district

394. In 20 years if this shit keeps up.

395. I don't care how many years you have on this job.

396. If the felony rate doesn't fall,

397. You most certainly will.

398. The gods are fucking you,

399. You find a way to fuck them back.

400. It's baltimore, gentlemen,

401. The gods will not save you.

402. You on my team. You a g.

403. Kid 2: I ain't on nobody's team. I'm not playing that...

404. Kid 1: Come on... We're on the same team.

405. - Give me that. - No, I found it.

406. She look like a player?

407. - Bystander? - Kid: Come on, let's go.

408. Right in the middle of it all if she was.

409. - Hm. - Kid: Over here.

410. Get down, they're coming out.

411. Pshoom! Pow, pow, pow!

412. Yo, my turn to be omar.

413. No.

414. Give it, gimme.

415. Look, I'm tellin' you, I was there.

416. "white folks" was on the stoop by the 909 club,

417. An' apex just standin' over his ass,

418. Pumpin' more holes in the boy than a motherfucker need.

419. - Shit, I ain't lyin'.

420. Soon as that motherfuckin' nine stops talkin',

421. "white folks" looks up at apex, says,

422. "bitch, is that the best you got"?

423. Man, I'm jus' sayin',

424. A boy got that much white blood, he got to be a punk.

425. You want me, boss?

426. Your numbers way down, fruit.

427. Way down.

428. It's barksdale's people.

429. They clippin' the dope fiends comin' up fremont.

430. You know, when I ran a shop

431. An' my numbers dropped,

432. I damn sure did something 'bout it.

433. - Yeah, I hear that. - I just want 'em moved.

434. Take the young'uns with you, give 'em a workout.

435. All right.

436. So, lieutenant, you got an "attaboy"

437. From the deputy today, huh?

438. Cost me my wiretap, though.

439. Still, it's good work over in the eastern.

440. Knocking down a drug war.

441. Yeah, he's gonna do the same thing for me up on park heights.

442. I got this kintel williamson character

443. Who needs some fixing

444. And rawls promised me daniels and his unit

445. For about a month or so.

446. You're getting quite the rep there, kiddo.

447. So stan, what's your plan for the southeast?

448. How you gonna give rawls his numbers?

449. I don't know. Flex squads on the corners,

450. Foot patrols in the perkins homes,

451. Overtime out the ass.

452. And if that don't work, cheat on the stats.

453. so what say you?

454. Shit, me? I'm gonna go to 12-hour shifts on the weekends.

455. What about you, bunny?

456. I dunno.

457. I thought I might legalize drugs.

458. So they hit the goddamn alley, and we on 'em.

459. That cocksmokin' motherfucker with the big-bitch gun?

460. He was runnin' hard on his ass, but—

461. I think I hit him.

462. Nigga, you ain't hit nobody.

463. I mighta hit him.

464. Yo, string, we hit the one girl,

465. But after that, man, I ain't see nobody catch no lead, man.

466. - 'cept for tank? - Yeah, tank gone.

467. The other broad dropped him. So I guess we even now.

468. So you get one, right?

469. - Yeah. - That's good.

470. That's like a 40-degree day.

471. Ain't nobody got nothing to say about a 40-degree day.

472. 50, bring a smile to your face.

473. 60? Shit, niggers is damn there barbecuing on that motherfucker.

474. Go down to 20, niggers get their bitch on.

475. Get their blood complainin'.

476. But 40? Nobody give a fuck about 40.

477. Nobody remember 40 and y'all niggers

478. Is giving me way too many 40-degree days! What the fuck?

479. Yeah.

480. Now, we're gonna cover that bitch's funeral,

481. Her fucking wake— we're gonna be all over that motherfucker

482. Till the bitch hit the ground.

483. And if the faggot roll up to pay his respects,

484. We're gonna be on that motherfucker—

485. Yo, who the fuck you talking to, man?

486. It's donette, string. She been callin'.

487. No, put the phone down.

488. Y'all feel me on this?

489. Yeah, yeah.

490. Yeah. He show up,

491. - We on him like a motherfuckin'-- - like a 40-degree day.

492. So, overall, felonies are down,

493. But murders are still up.

494. - What's our next move? - Let me bump overtime

495. And court pay for homicide and district ops.

496. Cases go into the green before they go into the black.

497. Done.

498. And, of course, if we could get some help at the courthouse,

499. It would go a long way.

500. Hey, if you're going to try and dig your way out this,

501. Don't make me your shovel.

502. My department is bringing you casework that goes nowhere.

503. The cases are thin. Most wouldn't make it

504. Past a prelim in the court of a freshman judge.

505. Well, maybe if your personnel weren't so goddamned concerned

506. For their goddamned conviction rate,

507. - They'd chance a whodunit or two. - Oh, for christ sakes!

508. Jesus, at least pretend you're on the same side.

509. Stephen, you and I are both going to be

510. Counting votes this time next year.

511. Do something to help our sorry asses.

512. And erv, if you want to do more than just finish out walker's term,

513. Show me something more than a pass of the buck.

514. I don't think any of us wants to have to get a real job.

515. - Mr. Mayor. - All right.

516. - I'll see you both in here on this next week. - Thank you, sir.

517. Like children.

518. Demper's always been a hack,

519. But he's an elected hack, so we're stuck with him.

520. But burrell, though?

521. You're vulnerable on crime, clarence.

522. You need to set some deadwood adrift.

523. - Burrell's got friends. - The ministers?

524. he might be their man, but so are you.

525. You fire burrell, you get some new blood in here,

526. The crime rate drops, huh?

527. The ministers will live with it.

528. So you're tough on deadwood, huh?

529. In the new 11th district too, I hear.

530. Mr. Mayor, it's time for eunetta to go.

531. She's had her time,

532. There are better people out there for the council.

533. She's on the team, odell.

534. Just like my police commissioner.

535. I value loyalty. Don't you?

536. Bunky-bunk. Where's my bunk?

537. Cole's up, not you.

538. You're on dozerman's gun, remember?

539. Cole's at the courthouse. Sue me.

540. Rawls and foerster have crawled up into my backside

541. And they're gonna stay there until you find dozerman's gun.

542. Now, I would like it very much if I could

543. Unclench my ample asscheeks, if you don't mind,

544. And rid myself of that discomfort.

545. Jay, I just caught one that pushed its way

546. All the way to the top of my stack.

547. A victim, jay. On the real side.

548. Do tell.

549. Second body in a double.

550. Girl in her 20s, caught in the middle of a firefight,

551. Takes one in the dome.

552. But she's still dead in a zip code

553. That does not fucking matter.

554. And you still owe me a departmental-issue nine.

555. Find the fucking gun, bunk.

556. Fuck me.

557. Kintel williamson, who the fuck?

558. He has corners in park heights.

559. But Jesus, who doesn't?

560. So all day we're calling you, jimmy,

561. Wonderin' where you were at.

562. Kima, maybe you can enlighten us.

563. Pshh. Don't look at me.

564. My runnin' buddy don't even tell me where he's off to these days.

565. I was at the library.

566. - Bullshit. - The library at m.C.I. Jessup.

567. D'angelo barksdale was not a suicide.

568. - The m.E. Tell you that? - He didn't need to.

569. The physical evidence didn't match up.

570. Look, I don't like coming up off of stringer

571. And prop joe any more than you do,

572. But mcnulty, this shit is kinda weak.

573. Cedric is under a lot of pressure

574. To use this unit to get the murder rate down.

575. So, for now, stringer bell's jacket belongs in narcotics.

576. Man took you off a boat, jimmy.

577. He want to peel his unit off? His unit, jimmy,

578. And go after the target of his choice? Baby, it's his call.

579. Lester,

580. I thought you were all about the best case possible.

581. When it's there, I am.

582. Yo, I need y'all to hear this, man.

583. It was my fault.

584. Ya hear me?

585. I'm sorry, yo.

586. That don't do nothin' for me.

587. How come...

588. They know you're police when they hook up with you.

589. And they know you're police when they move in.

590. And they know you're police

591. When they decide to start a family with you.

592. And all that shit is just fine

593. Until one day it ain't.

594. One day, it's, "you should have a regular job.

595. - you need to be home at 5:00."

596. - "you need to call more." - I'm sayin'.

597. "you need to stop fucking waitresses."

598. I wanna come down here tomorrow to western.

599. See what's what since those towers came down.

600. We're supposed to start on kintel tomorrow.

601. Oh, fuck that chump. He can wait a day or two.

602. Yeah, okay. What the fuck?

603. - kima: Wow.

604. When you were humpin' a radio car in the western, was this your hole?

605. Yeah.

606. Here and down on winchester under the bridge.

607. Bet there were a lot of nights you didn't go home to the missus.

608. Don't tell me I'm the same kinda asshole.

609. Pucker up, girlfriend.

610. Jesus.

611. - I'm turning into mcnulty.

612. Hey, I'm getting ready to go now.

613. No, mee-maw, you know I can't.

614. Times like these, honey, you have to shine.

615. In your face, in your clothes,

616. And in your pocket. Now, go on.

617. You make sure you get something to eat, hear?

618. Go on, now.

619. - Kima: You know 'em? - Not a clue.

620. Crew on that corner looks familiar.

621. A couple old faces.

622. Not many.

623. You go away for a year and the whole world changes up.

624. Quiet, though.

625. Barksdale loses the towers

626. And he's able to stretch out without bodies falling?

627. I wonder what the western guys have been seeing lately.

628. Yeah?

629. Hey, jay.

630. Yeah.

631. - What the fuck happened? - Jay: He just collapsed...

632. When?

633. How is he?

634. Aw, shit.

635. You'll let me know, right?

636. Okay, yeah.

637. Thanks.

638. You know ray cole?

639. Homicide, right?

640. Collapsed in the gym at the central district this morning.

641. On a fucking stairmaster.

642. Well, how is he?

643. A stairmaster.

644. Hey, poot, check it out.

645. - Where they at? - I don't know.

646. - poot: Oh, shit!

647. Yo, yo, look out, man.

648. Break it, break, motherfuckers!

649. - Man said break. Come on. - I was workin' that bitch.

650. Yeah, shorty, you hard.

651. We outta here.

652. "the commissioner acknowledged that money

653. Had been budgeted for the academy class,

654. But said the department was awaiting approval

655. Of a federal training and education grant

656. Before scheduling the program."

657. Burrell can talk some shit, can't he?

658. Uh-oh, downtown in the house.

659. Hey, kima, baby.

660. Hey, ellis.

661. Herc.

662. So, what do we owe the pleasure?

663. Cruisin' your district, seeing what's up since the towers fell.

664. We see barksdale crews on a few corners,

665. But no one seems to be beefin' with 'em.

666. What's up with all this brotherhood?

667. We keep the lid on tight.

668. You know, they know we are not their friends

669. And they damn well know we'll take it to 'em

670. If they don't behave.

671. What do your c.I.'s tell you?

672. Fuck c.I.'s. We don't need no stinkin' c.I.'s.

673. We tune 'em up, we beat 'em down, we lock 'em up.

674. It's the western district way.

675. Sergeant, you're wanted in roll call for a supervisor's meeting.

676. Gotta go.

677. Remember what I told you?

678. Police is only as good as his informants.

679. Well, we ain't downtown no more, kima.

680. We're in the trenches here. You want information,

681. You go get your own c.I. And you shoot the shit.

682. You're late, sergeant.

683. I had a couple downtown detectives in my shop.

684. They were confused and required assistance, sir.

685. Well, I'll catch you up.

686. The new strategic plan for the district

687. Is to move all street-level trafficking

688. To these three areas.

689. - We want to push it. - "push it," boss?

690. If they don't go easy, then they go hard.

691. But...

692. We let these knuckleheads know

693. That if they move to these areas—

694. Away from the residential streets,

695. Away from commercial areas away from schools—

696. If they take their shit down the road,

697. They can go about their business without any interference from us.

698. It's going to be hands-off in the western district

699. For the foreseeable future.

700. Bullshit, man, no fuckin' way.

701. Wait, wait.

702. You're saying you want us to give them a free pass?

703. How we going to look them in the eye?

704. They'll shit all over us.

705. Tell their kids to shit all over us.

706. Hey, the major wasn't finished.

707. You gotta take the long view here.

708. Once...

709. Once they're all comfortable, once they're all rounded up,

710. Once they've been down there a bit

711. And they're used to putting their feet up

712. And playing with the remote,

713. Then we move.

714. Then we go back and we do police work.

715. Look at it this way, gentlemen...

716. Would you rather shoot a fish in the ocean,

717. Or would you rather gather 'em up

718. In a few small barrels

719. And start emptying your clips then?

720. Not to mention, you still get to kick the shit

721. Out of all the mopes who don't move off our corners.

722. So, it ain't all bad.

723. Slow up, girl.

724. Come on now.

725. So, this your ride? It's nice.

726. Suppose you got a lex.

727. Nah, girl. Got a bus pass.

728. You out the game, then?

729. Doing a little landscaping right now.

730. But tryin' to figure things out.

731. So, what's your boy's name?

732. Allen.

733. - After iverson? - After his daddy.

734. What?

735. Trying to picture you mowing a lawn.

736. Yeah, I don't be wearin' this suit.

737. - You look good in it still. - You look good too.

738. You know, they bought a lot a folks out

739. With early retirement in parks and rec.

740. I could maybe hook you up with someone to talk to.

741. A man at my church is helping the city

742. Fill a lot of those jobs.

743. That would be— thank you.

744. Write your number there.

745. He'll call you.

746. I gotta go.

747. It was good seeing you.

748. Grace?

749. Looking at you...

750. What?

751. Hurts.

752. Shouldn't look, then.

753. Food blast'll take yer mind off it.

754. Rather my mind on it, bubs.

755. Swear I'm sick of all this, man.

756. Wonderin' when I got so old.

757. Some more mac n' cheese, man.

758. - Hey, bubs. - Kima.

759. Hey, bub.

760. "mcnutty," man, my mainest man.

761. - You ready to put some work in? - Born ready.

762. - Snitchin'? Fuck that, bubs. - Hey, hey, nah, man.

763. Better than liftin' 500-pound radiators.

764. I'm up for these two, johnny.

765. It's easy money, man.

766. C'mon, let's grab a burger.

767. Mind if I bang outta here early?

768. I ain't right with this cole thing.

769. Gonna be a detectives' wake at kavanagh's tonight.

770. - You gonna come? - Barely knew the guy.

771. Y'all layin' him out at the bar, huh?

772. Tradition.

773. Tomorrow night, he goes to the funeral home for family.

774. Tonight, ray drinks with the boys.

775. C'mon, bubs. We ain't got all day.

776. He's up for re-election

777. And he's never had a single one

778. Of his "goo-goo" bills pass the committee.

779. So, he's got one for all-day kindergarten.

780. I mean, who's gonna argue with more kindergarten?

781. I mean, this guy has got a bill

782. Which is the legislative equivalent of kissing a baby.

783. So, right, he goes to his chairman, pleads his case

784. And says, "you know, this don't go through, I'm torched.

785. I'm going to be back in that hardware store, mixing paint."

786. So the chairman takes pity and agrees.

787. He gets the bill to the floor.

788. But the house speaker? He hates this bill.

789. So, it gets "loved to death," you know—

790. Slaps on an amendment for another 150 mil in costs,

791. Subsidies, handouts and the bill goes down in flames,

792. 122 to 10.

793. The delegate, he can smell those paint cans.

794. And the chairman says, "hey, sorry, brother,

795. I fought like a tiger for that bill."

796. Who wants friends like that?

797. You want friends in this racket? Get a dog.

798. - What? - Man: Look, we real busy.

799. - I need to talk to him. - I gave him the message.

800. Look, just tell him it's donette.

801. - You sure he knows you? - Yeah, he know who the fuck I am.

802. - Yo, string, she say— - not now.

803. Look, he say not now. I gotta go.

804. - Marlo? - It's a problem, string.

805. Club soda and lime.

806. You'll never get there that way.

807. Get where?

808. Excuse me.

809. How the hell was I to know

810. The mayor was gonna put the screws to you?

811. You read the paper? I look like shit.

812. Hey, you got your class,

813. And probably scored points with royce out of sheer loyalty, right?

814. We are police...

815. So no lies between us.

816. He wasn't the greatest detective

817. And he wasn't the worst.

818. He put down some good cases and he dogged a few bad ones.

819. But the motherfucker had his moments.

820. Yes, he fucking did.

821. You remember the mississippi extradition,

822. - The arson murders? - Hey.

823. He brought that case home.

824. And the triple at the after-hours over on hudson street?

825. That was ray cole at his best.

826. And fayette street— in '93, the drug wars.

827. He took a lot of hot corners and cooled 'em.

828. Yes, indeed.

829. He... He won as much as he lost,

830. Much as any of us.

831. for christ's sake, hugh,

832. Play the fucking song already.

833. Did he piss off a wife or three?

834. - no fucking doubt.

835. I think the last one actually kinda got used to him, thank god.

836. Did he say the wrong shit now and then?

837. Did he bust balls and cheat on his taxes

838. And forget to call his mother and fuck the wrong broad

839. For the wrong fucking reason every now and then?

840. Who fucking doesn't? Christ.

841. Was he as full of shit

842. As every other sad-sack motherfucker

843. Wearing a badge of baltimore city police?

844. Abso-fucking-lutely.

845. His shit was as weak as ours, no question.

846. But ray cole stood with us...

847. All of us...

848. In baltimore, working,

849. Sharing a dark corner of the american experiment.

850. He was called.

851. He served.

852. He is counted. Old king cole.

853. Old king cole!

854. I'm sorry, but I gotta get these guys home.

855. But all things considered, I think they did pretty well.

856. They were great.

857. And you were great, really, jen.

858. Besides, I think they got all the family shots they need.

859. So, you'll be a while, though, huh?

860. Mmm-hmm. Gotta work the crowd, you know?

861. Make 'em think I'm worthy of their faith.

862. - You are. - Well, thank you—

863. - Most of the time. - Bitch.

864. Not too late if you can help it, okay?

865. - bunk: Jimmy...

866. Jimmy, jimmy, jimmy.

867. Shit is fucked.

868. You fucking wake up, like any other day.

869. You fucking eat and think about bills

870. And dry cleaning and shit

871. And fucking vacation

872. And your fucking retirement plan and what?

873. Like that.

874. Like that.

875. He checked out of here

876. With you still owing him a clearance on that omar thing.

877. Oh, I know, I know. I fucking know.

878. Like that.

879. On a fucking stairmaster.

880. On a fucking stairmaster.

881. Wake up an' die right, you cunts.

882. What's goin' on, man?

883. That whip is pretty, yo.

884. I gotta get me one of them joints one day.

885. - Hm. - Shit, yeah.