You see now, I'm here to tell you,
this remaining silent shit ain't nothing like they make it out to be.
You up in here all tight with it,
waiting for your paid lawyer,
thinking you all wise, ain't you?
No, see...
that work when you some kind of criminal mastermind...
when you ain't been seen runnin' from the deed.
When your own fuckin' running partner ain't in the next room,
putting you in.
Oh, yeah.
Yep.
He's telling it like a little bitch.
We even went to Mickey D's for him because he was so motherfucking helpful.
Two quarter pounders, big fries,
McDonaldland cookies, Dr. Pepper.
That's how your boy roll, right?
All right. Step out.
Where we going?
Break room. So you can enjoy that, huh?
- All right. But I still ain't sayin' shit to you. - Yeah.
Marnell, what the fuck?
How many years you figure we've been doing the same shit?
20, at least.
True.
False. Load them up.
- So, this shit actually works. - Hell yeah.
Americans are stupid people. We believe what we're told.
All right.
So, it can feel my heartbeat?
Pulse, yeah.
If Marnell say I had the gun, he lying.
The machine tells the tale, son.
Are we ready, Professor?
- Yeah. - We'll start with an easy one.
Is your name, in fact, Dashawn Fredericks?
Yeah.
True.
And do you reside, in fact,
the 1200 block of Woodyear Street in West Baltimore?
Yeah.
- True. - And did you and Marnell
shoot your boy Pookie down on Cary Street just like Marnell said you did?
No. No.
Lie. You lying motherfucker.
Machine is never wrong, son.
Fuck, man!
Nigger can't never keep his damn mouth shut.
I should've busted a cap in Pookie ass my own self.
Left Marnell home and shit.
He just a bitch, is all.
The bigger the lie,
the more they believe.
Where's the BlackBerry?
He brought his tunes.
All the running shit pay, don't it?
We got one coming in. Unidentified number-one male. Got him, Jimmy?
Yeah. More face-to-face.
Oh, man.
You know, this would be more fun if we were actually getting paid.
Hey, you know, I heard a story about you, when I was back in the West.
- It's not true. - I haven't even told it yet.
Whatever it is, it's not true.
You were on a vice undercover one time,
and instead of pulling up, you went ahead and closed the deal.
I read this report where you got blowed by this whore,
and you actually wrote it that you got blowed.
You believe everything you read?
Look, man, all I'm saying,
if I'm gonna take your package, split me and be fair.
I got to pay all my people the same and you upping the price on me.
Pay your people less.
They my people, though.
Show it yourself.
Split it 60/40.
You want better? You need to tool up.
I'll wait for Chris, Snoop, and the rest of my people call on your people.
We will be brief with all you motherfuckers.
I think you know.
All right.
Northbound on Fulton.
Lester, coming your way.
- I see him. - Roger that.
Every day, same shit.
- Look at this pretty bitch. - Ten-hut!
Just sit the fuck down.
I'm not gonna pretend to be insulted because you all are pretending to respect the rank.
Today, he's an SIC.
Tomorrow, he might be a newly minted lieutenant.
You never know with these career-minded motherfuckers.
If I was minding my career, would I be in the Western
in command of you useless fucking humps?
OK, let's go to the readouts and the warrants first.
- Fuck the readouts. - Fuck the warrants.
What the fuck is going on with our hours?
Yeah.
Easy, easy. If I had an answer, you'd have an answer.
I'm in the same boat as you.
It's five weeks since I've seen overtime or court pay,
and I gotta pay the credit union,
the archdiocese for my kid's tuition
and my ex-wife so she can pay her cunt of an attorney...
Shut the fuck up and sit the fuck down!
In your fucking seats.
We're still authorizing overtime and the state's attorneys are still signing court slips.
But you ain't fucking paying us.
The union says we're going down to the NLRB and deal with this shit.
Word coming down is that when the city's budget situation is improved,
we'll all see that as back pay or comp time.
- Every last hour. - Back pay my ass.
This shit here is just paper.
65 hours of worthless paper right here.
Officer Brown, sit your ass.
Sit!
We're all professionals.
And we're about to police the roughest district in one of the roughest cities in the world.
Show some pride.
If promises were made, promises will be kept.
The situation in the city right now is bad
but it won't stay bad forever.
We wait this out like professionals.
Now, then, back to the readouts.
First item is from motor pool.
No marked or unmarked units can be shopped on Dickman Street until further notice.
What?
Cutbacks and fleet budgeting require that all districts
make do with vehicles in their current state of repairs. That means...
Shitbox cars are falling apart, don't they fucking know that?
Where you at?
On his ass.
- You guys got the eyeball. - All good, Lester. It's all good.
Natives are restless, huh?
I don't know how long we go before the wheels fall off the cart.
A year ago, they were promised pay raises, pension bumps,
better equipment, better cars.
Now we can't even pay the OT.
Gave them the professionalism bit, right?
In the real world, they pay professionals. That's why we call them pros.
Major, there's a problem on the back lot.
- If it really bothers you, clean them up. - Fuck you.
Fuck you right back.
That thing was all fucked up when I got it for midnight, ask anyone.
You clean it or you get the midnight shift to clean it.
Clean this.
Fuck you, Gene. You don't leave it like that for the next man.
You're the one whining like a little bitch, Bobby.
As SIC should I stop this?
What, you think this is good for morale or something?
These guys haven't had an honest paycheck in weeks.
We have no fucking morale, Sergeant.
Kid ran us around for half an hour.
Amazing, ain't it?
Here we go.
Got a meeting.
- Want me to come? - No, no.
You go check on your corner. I'll send word if it's on.
- He's moving. - All right.
Lester, are you there?
Up on Reisterstown with Chris.
Marlo's on the move.
Should we follow him?
Why? We know where he's going.
No, sir, we've cut it to the bone already.
The cars are gonna go in service for the next month.
And for as long as we can get away with it, we're deferring all overtime and court pay.
How's crime? How are your stats?
The double-digit decline you wanted, not possible with these cuts.
For God's sake, you got to show us some kind of reduction.
- I campaigned on that. - All this deferred overtime...
We'll pay it as we can. And the pay raises I promised?
They're still coming, just a year late.
I got to throw every dollar at the schools,
but you tell your people I know I made promises.
Where else can you guys trim?
Well, we've been running a prolonged investigation...
into all the bodies we pulled out of those houses last year.
Months of surveillance. Thousands of man-hours.
At this point, we're not close to an arrest.
You're saying you want us to come down on a case
in which 22 people were murdered and left to rot in city houses?
We caught national news coverage on those murders.
Last year.
I don't want anyone saying we're giving up on those murders.
I don't want to see that headline.
But given our fiscal situation, we could...
temporarily suspend the investigation...
pending new developments.
Anything else?
We need to take away the ten-hour cap on secondary employment.
You do that and your police aren't doing police work.
They're guarding liquor stores, bouncing nightclubs, putting up drywall.
Respectfully, morale is at rock bottom.
You need to throw our people a bone...
or you could lose them for good.
Hold the line now
and we'll get to a better place, I promise.
Say it, Norman,
you're thinking it.
Truth to power, Norman.
Isn't that what I keep you around for?
When the governor threw that 50-some million on the table,
you should've picked that shit up.
He takes the state bail-out and he never becomes governor.
He shorts the police department, the crime rate stays up,
he ain't no governor, neither.
Just a weak-ass mayor of a broke-ass city.
- Feel better? - A little bit.
You?
Boy folded it up.
He taking our shit 60/40.
Yeah, nigger showed no heart at all.
- So my people could stand down there? - Definitely.
- All right. - Won't need no drama behind this nonsense.
And po-po's still up on you, huh?
Yeah, hot all the time, man.
Today they got the white boy with the black hair up on the roof with Booker T Washington.
Watching with his spyglass.
The young 'un saw him climbing up. Yeah.
All right, so we'll do like this, then.
That's it.
All of that so he could swap a few words.
How do you wiretap that?
- Lester? - Are we done for the day, man?
You don't want to stay on Chris, see where he goes next?
We've been on this guy for months, man, he doesn't slip.
And no one's kicking our OT.
Yeah. We're done.
Copy that.
Greenhouse gas right here. Gas up.
Hey, Marcus, you got a count for me?
- Spider, you got a count for me? - For you? No.
How we do?
Can't say for sure.
They short, huh?
Man, I just know they ain't told me.
Greenhouse gas. Gas up on the green.
Go home, man. Bug'll be out of school pretty soon.
I ain't you, Michael.
Go get Bug. I'll see you tonight.
Greenhouse gas right here.
Yo, we short?
No, we good. Got 60 left from 1,400. We on it, Mike.
So why you ain't tell Duke?
- Why you fucking with Duke, nigger? - I ain't fucking with nobody, man.
He just acting like a bitch, that's all.
Greenhouse gas is hot.
They're getting a little sloppier.
Did that meet in the same lot they've used twice in the last week.
The one in McCulloh?
That's pretty thin considering how long we've been on these guys, Lester.
They're gonna get lazy, fall into a pattern.
They all do, over time.
Someone say overtime?
We did 14 hours today and we'll only get paid for 8.
Cases gotta go green before they go black.
That's how I was taught.
180 hours and counting.
Couple more weeks and you get a month's work.
Couple more weeks, I'm gonna be in jail for late payment of child support.
Who needs a taste?
Shit. Who's buying, motherfucker?
I'll cover a round or two.
Then I guess I'm drinking a round or two.
Oh, yeah, and a boat dock, huh?
Yeah. And the gazebo here... for my wife.
You get any word from downtown on when they'll start paying out the OT again?
Cos we going double shift on these surveillances.
They haven't told me anything.
Guess I ain't in the loop.
We have to shut it down, Colonel.
Explain to me how we come up on 22 bodies. Explain that to me.
This comes straight from the hall.
You're talking about a year's worth of work by my best people.
To just give up on all of that?
Colonel, we haven't made an honest payroll in over a month.
Where the fuck is Carcetti?
The man promised us a new day.
He's tangled up with the schools and we're on hold.
The mayor's made a few commitments to me personally.
If you want to call in a marker on behalf of this department, feel free.
And while you're at it, see if you can get your take-home car back.
Budget officer called an hour ago
telling us to relieve colonels and below of take-home vehicles.
Hold on. See, if you move it here, then I got you.
OK. The little man bringing it.
Yo, Duke...
I've been thinking.
You ain't need to put in time on the corner if you don't want.
I mean, you doing enough here with Bug to get paid.
How you mean?
I'm saying, looking out for him.
And I've been thinking, like, if you were to get locked up
for some shit, how'd it be for Bug, you know?
So, who's gonna watch your corner in the morning?
Thought I might promote Spider,
see how he do for a week or so.
So, I'd be like a nanny and shit?
What am I gonna do before Bug get home from school,
clean the stove and bake some cookies?
Do what you wanna, yo.
Before he get home, time is your own.
You beat me.
Oh, snap, you beat me.
Fucking liars, motherfucking liars.
Easy, boy.
I was happy on patrol. I was fine.
- You were bored. - Fuck no. I was happy.
Motherfuckers come to me and say,
"It's a new day, Jimmy,"
talking shit about how it was gonna change. Shit never fucking changes.
If they had left me up and running when Marlo was on them cell phones,
I'd have had him a year ago.
See? But they can't do the right thing. It ain't in them.
Now we're back on Marlo's ass, we need to be on him 24/7.
The motherfuckers cut our overtime and they shopped our best surveillance van.
Don't even think about trying to requisition
a new fucking digital camera.
They want to do it on the cheap.
- Bunk on the prowl. - Hey, Bunky-Bunk, come here.
- Jimmy. - Come here, you virile beast.
Come on, Bunk. Buy me a drink, you whore.
With what?
I'd have thought the bosses would've at least figured out
how to keep paying Homicide.
Pete, come on. Take these slips off me.
I'll pay you 50 cents on the dollar against my tab.
- Cash only. - When we get paid, you double your money.
City's never gonna be healthy enough to go all that back pay.
How the fuck are we gonna pay the bar tab?
We could always knock off a liquor store.
G & L on Edmondson. Thin Plexi, I'd take out the counter man.
- I'll cover you. - I got the door, no problem.
Who's gonna be our wheel man?
Every plan, a weak link.
I heard they're closing the foreign bureaus - Jo'burg, Beijing, everything.
- I heard layoffs as bad as in Philly. - Bullshit, they're not gonna lay off.
They'll offer buyouts first.
If they don't get enough, they'll go right to layoffs.
What the fuck you care? You got all the seniority in the world.
Be a shame to rid of them twentysomethings in the newsroom.
Degenerate motherfucker.
Yeah. Kleppner sure do like to hire them sweet, young things.
23, 24 years old, model-thin.
Long, straight hair and big traffic-light eyes.
And half of them can't write a lick, can they?
Yeah, our esteemed managing editor.
Certainly does favor a certain type, don't he?
Gentlemen...
Question mark.
Someday, I want to find out what it feels like
to work for a real newspaper.
What? I've got calls out.
You start writing now, and I'm not here ten o'clock tonight reworking your lead.
- Reworking my lead? - Come on, Fletch.
Try to make the e-dot deadline for once in your life.
- A-matter for the council meeting? - Yeah.
I'll top it with whatever smells fresh, make the double-dot.
They're gonna vote on a homeless ordinance, right?
Maybe not. Nerese is making noises like she might throw it back to committee.
Yeah? Well, find me some news somewhere.
Something's burning.
You... wondered what it might be?
Hey, I'm not the police reporter.
But you called Twigg, though, right?
At least he's a columnist, he's paid to sit on his ass. What's your excuse?
Just left him in the smoking lounge. Hit him on his cell.
What kind of people stand around watching a fire?
Some shameful shit right here.
Where else would you rather be, huh, kids?
Hey, Gus.
Hey, Jay.
A.P. Has got something on more cutbacks in city bus lines.
You don't say.
Daily Record had it this morning. M.T.A. Trial balloon.
State desk is covering.
Daily Record.
All right, people, it's two o'clock, I need budget lines
in case anybody's threatening to commit an act of daily journalism.
City desk. Haynes.
You didn't, huh?
What the fuck are we supposed to do for centerpiece art?
Great. Wonderful.
Photo didn't get out for the racetrack piece.
What about art for the Hopkins press conference?
Scratched it for racetrack. Hey, Swag, it's me again.
Something's on fire over in East Baltimore.
Surprise me with a nice, pretty picture, huh?
Look, what we have is drug violence and plenty of it.
What you have are federal gun statutes that come with a five-year minimum, no parole,
and we need to lower our murder rate.
Especially since you shorted your police department budget.
It's no secret we have budget problems,
all the more reason for the US Attorney to pitch in.
Officially, my priorities are counterterrorism and political corruption.
So you told me when I asked you for help on those bodies in the vacant houses.
But I'm inclined to provide you with a dozen FBI agents
and all the wherewithal they need to work that case.
But we want Clay Davis to go federal.
Our state's attorney has developed that case.
Our state's attorney decides what to do with it.
He seems inclined to keep Mr. Davis local at this point.
But if you could convince Mr. Bond to reconsider,
we might find the resources not only for the probe of the row-house bodies,
but the time to run some of those gun cases for you.
But unless you get Clay Davis, you'll let the killing continue.
Now look, the FBI and the US Attorney's office
are not here to do the job that your police department can't.
- Don't blame us for your ineffectiveness. - Baltimore is knee deep in blood.
Unless this guy can hang a Democratic legislator, he couldn't give a damn.
And to protect that legislator,
who happens to be one of the most corrupt extortion artists in the state,
- you'll burn every last bridge. - Do you think I give a shit about Clay Davis?
- I am not protecting him. - Then give him up.
- It's Bond's call. Talk to him. - I have.
And he told your Republican ass to go fuck itself?
Well, let me double down on that.
Good luck with your crime problem.
That go well?
You know why he wants the Clay Davis investigation so bad?
So he can stomp all over the Democratic party
and help give his asshole Republican golf buddy
another four years in the governor's mansion.
So, Bond is keeping the case local to help the party, huh?
No. Bond is keeping the case so that Clay Davis can be a trophy for Bond.
My guess is, our newly elected state's attorney
wants to, one day, run for mayor.
Cuts both ways for you, Nerese.
If the Feds get Clay Davis, then the case doesn't give Bond any profile,
But if they get him and flip him,
Clay might take half the Royce administration with him.
You included, maybe.
Don't you worry about me.
You, on the other hand, just slammed the door on the feds,
when we need all the help we can get.
That's on them.
Pussy call.
I'm just glad to know Marlo has a hobby.
Take her to her room,
You know, let her hit the minibar, watch TV.
When she's settled, we'll take care of the other thing.
I'll use Monk for my ride.
All right, then, moving on to new business,
with John Hopkins buying up everything north of Monument Street
and tearing the shit down,
I think we all see the writing on the wall in East Baltimore.
Yeah. They moving the hood out.
Yo, niggers are going across the line to Baltimore County.
Pretty soon, East Baltimore won't be in Essex.
There's a market already along route 40 and down at Turner Station.
- And new territory go to who claim it. - No. Ordinarily so.
But here we got some of our east-side people being displaced, right?
I think we need to take care of those most affected.
Meaning you.
Well, I am east side, for the most part.
But I'm talking about Hungry Man and Parker and Ghost.
You know, others beside myself.
Hopkins ain't gonna affect your market share, Marlo.
- So for those of us who suffer... - All right, I see that.
Why don't you let one of your juniors get a shot to open the county up?
Let a fresh face get a shot at it.
No disrespect, son, but how I delegate to my lieutenants
is not a co-op concern.
Yeah, but how Slim feel about that, though?
How you feel, tall man? Ready to pioneer out there for us?
Nah, I'm good where I am.
Marlo, man, you're a little out of order here.
Yeah, well, it's just a thought.
Look, man, what's the percentage breakdown...
Don't sleep on Marlo.
He up to some shit here.
That was some prime real estate.
It took me six years to build up them corners.
Reginald.
I'm going to work, you know I got night shift all this week.
You know, I could stay down here quiet like,
you ain't need to sweat.
You don't stay here when I'm not around. That's our rule.
I'm your brother. I got nowhere to go when I leave.
Last time I left you alone in my home, you dragged half my kitchen to a pawn shop.
Remember that?
But you can keep the door locked, right?
I'm down here.
My rules.
You said.
The courthouse? What the fuck?
I'll go in.
Rupert.
What now?
Major crimes is being disbanded.
The detectives return to regular rotation.
I got the word yesterday from command. The mayor signed off.
They're quietly deep-sixing the investigation into the bodies and Marlo Stanfield.
- A money thing? - They're pulling back on everything.
Man hours, equipment, lab work, motor pool.
Every last dollar we can find is being shipped over to plug the school system budget.
Cedric thought he would try to reason with Carcetti,
maybe see if we can keep the Stanfield detail, at least.
What about Clay Davis? That's going to grand jury soon.
If they ship Freamon back to homicide, I don't have him on that, either,
and Lester pretty much is that case.
Excuse me. Y'all know where the clerk's office at?
- Criminal or civil? - Criminal, definitely.
End of the hall, last door.
- When are you meeting the mayor? - About an hour.
They gave me a few minutes on the end of his day.
I'll go with you. Come by my office and get me.
So, where you off to now?
Motions hearing in part 18. It's the last thing on my sched.
And for state desk?
Additional cutbacks are said to be coming in the city M.T.A. Routes.
- Trial balloon from the governor. - Affects a lot of people, no?
If it happens. They floated this once before.
Still, we can go outside and give them the potential impact.
Well, the truth is, we're following the Daily Record on this one.
Why don't we have that? If it's a trial balloon...
We've been without a transport reporter since the last round of buyouts, so...
- We should still pick that up. - Probably so, but...
Just because Chicago tightens its belt, it's no reason for us to fall down.
Their cutbacks there shouldn't affect our ability to put out an excellent product.
Simply have to do more with less.
We have more resources than the Daily Record.
Though not a transport reporter.
Your eminence, slumming at the Metro meeting today?
- What do you know? - City desk.
State's attorney complains about the decline in quality police casework,
20 inches from Warmcastle. Got the city council tonight.
Won't get a vote on the homeless initiative, but we'll scratch some news out somehow.
Two-car fatal on the Beltway, two overnight murders in the city,
and a fire ongoing in a Baltimore City row house
for which we may or may not have art.
Regional affairs.
We have the Hopkins piece on biomed,
though I'm told we didn't get art on today's press conference.
And 15 inches from the college park stringer on UM not making it's deseg goals again.
I'm told that, numbers aside,
the campus has become much more hospitable to minorities.
- I'm told things have changed for the better. - Really?
As you may know, Gene Robbins is dean of journalism there.
I had lunch with him the other day...
- Nevertheless, they haven't... ...and he was saying
how the last few years have really transformed the school's reputation
with black faculty and students.
- He's a white guy, right? - Who?
Journalism fellow. Dean Wormer, Dean Martin - whatever his name is.
I worked with Gene Robbins in Philadelphia.
He is an excellent journalist and a reliable source.
I think race is beside the point.
So why don't we hold on the deseg story
until we can assign someone to do some more reporting,
get a real sense of how UM is perceived by minorities?
All right, then. Let's firm things up,
Take a look at where we stand an hour from now.
Why poke him with a stick? You know who Gene Robbins is.
Who's poking?
If I think something about a story, I'm gonna speak on it.
You know what a healthy newsroom is?
It's a magical place where people argue about everything all the time.
- I'm not poking anyone here. - "Dean Martin"?
Yeah, a little poke.
Thank you.
I know that wasn't no court date.
You already got the gun charge postponed twice.
So what the fuck was that about?
Remember that Russian we locked up for murder,
part of the port case years back?
I didn't work that case with you, man.
So, no, I don't remember.
Well, Chris Partlow does.
Miss Gutierrez.
Gutierrez!
Get your ass over here.
Yeah.
You say that 120 people were evacuated.
Yeah. They were.
You can't evacuate people.
I mean, you can, if you want, but that's not what you want to say here.
A building can be evacuated.
To evacuate a person is to give that person an enema.
The details, Miss Gutierrez.
At the Baltimore Sun, God still resides in the details.
You teach them, Spry.
What are we gonna do with these children today?
Fuckety-fuck.
Another burnt doll.
Carlyle again.
- Photo. - I'm looking at the fire art from East Baltimore
and I got a burnt Barbie in foreground.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
And I might actually believe you if it wasn't Carlyle who took the shot.
No fuckin' way I believe in this picture. Print me something else.
Every fire photo he brings in
there's got to be some burnt doll somewhere in the debris.
I can see that cheating motherfucker now with his fucking harem of dolls
pouring lighter fluid on each one.
You check his fucking trunk, you'll find a whole collection.
What's your lead?
Council delays vote on the homeless initiative at Carcetti's behest.
He doesn't want it to look like the city's running the homeless out of downtown,
so he asked Nerese to redraft the measure.
He's right. You don't evacuate people.
- What? - Never mind.
- Working on anything good? - Just what day cops missed.
A fatal in Charles County and a gas leak downtown.
Briefs, huh?
Quiet day so far.
- It's a shit news town. - You think?
How many stories go national out of here? Not many.
Those bodies in the houses last year. That got a lot of play.
And they didn't even solve it, right?
The story had no legs at all.
Since then, what else?
Jeff. Jeffy-Jeff.
What?
Come here. Jesus Christ.
What now?
Did you stay for the zoning bills?
- No, I came back here to write. - Check the fucking library.
Shit, check the clips too. It goes back a-ways.
Check that. You go back to the hall, you get the vote on this thing.
Find out who sponsored this.
Find out whether Carcetti or Nerese or whoever's behind it.
You buttonhole them, find out what the hell's going on.
Why? Who's Ricardo Hendrix?
A drug dealer. Fatface Rick.
Alma, Scott, this property on Baltimore Street is a titty bar
the city wants for the Howard Street enterprise zone,
but this other property they want to trade with him,
I want to find out what that's all about.
This is a drug dealer they're trading properties with?
He's got a record as long as your arm. Couple of convictions too.
Go, go. Get some good quotes.
Alma... I want you to go to this address.
It's a strip club called Desperado.
You ask around for the owner. His name's Ricardo Hendrix.
You tell them until we get a comment, we'll put Ricky on the front page every day.
Who is he?
He's a drug dealer.
But from the look of this, he's running some sort of game at city hall.
We want a comment as to why he's trading property with the city,
- what he stands to make off the deal. - OK.
What do you want from me?
Pull clips, check the morgue files,
write the A-matter on Ricardo's history.
Wait, she goes to strip clubs and I'm pulling clips in the morgue?
- You late for the council meeting? - Looking for you.
Me? I'm racing. Late for some charity thing at the Walters'.
Mr. Mayor, I was told I could get a few minutes tonight.
- You're on my schedule? - Everything ran late today.
- They were supposed to ring you, I think. - What, do it quick or do we resched?
Burrell's disbanded the unit that's working the bodies in the houses.
When we're fat with money, you can come back on it.
Investigations are not like that.
You can't just drop one and then pick it up down the road without...
Colonel, we got no money. No fucking money at all.
There's nothing we can do until the new fiscal.
But, Tommy, that kills Clay Davis for me and we're about to go to grand jury on it.
Same unit is doing Clay?
I need some profile for my shop.
How much of that unit do you need to bring the case in?
A couple of detectives.
I'll tell Rawls you can keep two men for Clay. The rest is shut down until we can dig out.
I got to run.
So one thieving politician trumps 22 dead bodies.
Good to know.
To save money, they're not even putting ops cars in the street.
No more two-man patrols.
Jesus, where did the money go?
Schools.
Carcetti didn't want to lay off teachers, so he fucks us instead.
Seems like you got out at the right time, huh?
Look at you.
Here's our boy Thomas sporting the latest in downtown businesswear,
An understated ensemble that puts the "b" in subtle.
There's a "b" in subtle?
Seriously, you look well, Herc.
I'm doing good, man.
I got more work than I can get to.
It's like once word got around,
these fucking lawyers came out of the fucking woodwork.
Which reminds me, I need one of you guys to run a name for me.
Tags, registration, and phone. While you're at it, run a sheeting photo.
'Cause I'm buying the next round, right?
About fucking time!
Not used to having money, you kind of forget. Let's get a round.
How does it read?
It's clean and it bites.
- Deserves a front, off-lead, maybe. - And we're saying what?
That it's a sweetheart deal for a titty bar owner with a big criminal history.
He sells his existing location to the city for 1.2 million
and they sell him a better piece of real estate
to relocate his club five blocks west for 200,000.
- He clears a million for laying in the cut. - What's the quid pro quo?
We're going through donors in Nerese's campaign committee.
So far, we got 40,000 from Ricardo Hendrix
and a bunch of people all using the same address as the bar.
Why wasn't this on your budget?
Well, we found it... Actually, Jeff Price found it
hidden in the zoning bills, bottom of the council agenda.
He caught it late, but he caught it.
All right, front page, below the fold.
Yeah.
Metro desk, Phelps.
Gus, Price for you, line two, and he's got Nerese with him.
Aw, shit, here it comes.
Gus? It's Jeff.
The council president would like a word with you.
- On the record? - No. She's given me her quote.
- She wants to talk to you off the record. - Put her on.
This is all perfectly above board.
No doubt, Madam President.
We need this property for redevelopment
and it's in the city's interest to allow Mr. Hendrix to relocate.
Is it in the city's interest to give him a property
with twice as much floor space
and give him a million dollars for his trouble?
Do you think you made it clear to the council
that Mr. Hendrix donated $60,000 to your campaign committee?
I don't know, ma'am,
where I live, 60,000 buys a lot of goodwill.
Hey, Jeff, is that you?
I'm putting you on hold for Spry.
Yeah, give me your on the record for Nerese.
- Ready? - Yeah.
Shame we couldn't use what she just gave us.
What do you got?
Keep running through that campaign finance shit.
There's at least $20,000 in contributions we haven't found yet.
Nerese all but confirmed it.
I'll be back.
It's me.
Yeah, we're going late tonight.
Fine.
No, I'm not.
I'm just tired, is all.
I slur when I'm tired.
That's all.
Yeah.
Night.
Blue tops, all the rocks.
Blue tops.
Blue tops, get 'em while they hot. Come and get your blue tops.
Bubs, yo.
Hauk?
It was a great pull at deadline.
Hey, any night a Baltimore politician calls you a son of a bitch is a good night.
Am I right?
Hey, that was a good pull by Alma,
getting that quote from Fatface Rick for the home final.
"Hey, I'm a businessman. City wants to help me out, I ain't gonna argue." Sweet.
- Thank you. - How'd you get him to talk to you?
I just walked in, sat down,
watched the dancers for a few minutes, and he came over to me.
Thought I was looking for a job.
You deserve more than a contributing line for that.
I don't know, a contrib line is cool.
You can't go far on contrib lines.
Where do you want to go?
Times or Post. Where else?
I don't know. This is still a pretty good paper.
I brought it to the mayor personally,
but they're throwing their last dollars into patrol and crime suppression.
You think being on Marlo and his people every damn day for a year
isn't crime suppression?
We lowered the body count just by sitting on these people.
- They know they're hot, huh? - After a year?
Look. Promises were made to me, as well.
I was told a new day was coming.
Clearly, this isn't it.
Where are we going, then?
You and McNulty are back to the Homicide rotation.
Dozerman is temporarily assigned to tactical.
Lieutenant, you're going to fill a vacancy in the Northern, four to 12 shift.
Freamon, Sydnor, you two are assigned to the state's attorney's office
to help grand-jury the Clay Davis thing.
When the money starts to flow,
I'll get you all back on this somehow.
Sorry.
Wonder what it feels like to work in a real fucking police department.
50 cent.
Obliged.
When did this break last night?
Gus saw it on the council agenda around 9:30.
It's a good fucking story.
Who's doing the react piece?
Jeff will, why?
I'm just...
I need a story. I'm up.
Yeah. Stay hungry like that.
Good things come when they come.
It's two o'clock, people.
I need budget lines.
There are a million stories in the naked city,
but today you poor mooks only need to throw me three or four.
The Orioles will not pay for pitcher. I should have never left the Bronx.
- You see this? - What?
One of our clients on the front page.
Represent Tiger Woods?
All it cost me was a round of beers.
They fucking love me in the department. I'm a fucking martyr is what I am.
Pull over some black minister, piss him off,
and I lose my fucking job.
One round?
You, a prominent defense investigator,
let these other guys buy a round of drinks ever?
Kid, it's time you learned a little something about the expense account.
That's my desk.
What the fuck you saying?
The prodigal son.