Homicide: Life on the Street s05e15 Episode Script
Wu's on First?
Right.
Victim's a Calvert County cop.
- I need that phone.
- Excuse me? Dawn Daniels, WBAL.
That's the only working phone.
I've gotta call my newsroom.
- What do you think I'm doing? - Why bother, honey? You won't even publish until tomorrow.
I thought all you big-time TV reporters had cell phones.
You need my phone? Be my guest.
I'll call you back.
Victim died in the ambo.
What's a Calvert County cop doing here? Off duty maybe? It's not the part of Baltimore that keeps 'em comin' downtown.
I need some help.
I'm on a deadline.
Get behind the police line.
Leave my crime scene or go to jail.
So far I've got the victim's name, Officer James Haybert.
.
380 casings, blood trail going from the car to the southwest corner where the body fell.
That looks like the victim's weapon on the floorboard of his car.
- I am not about to ask you twice.
- Fine.
I'm gone.
You gonna put that stuff in the story about calibre and blood trail? That's physical evidence.
Put that in the paper, you'll make it harder for us.
Why would I wanna do that? What do you want? I hear your victim is a cop in Calvert County.
I've got an hour to the final edition deadline.
Hook me up with the County boys.
Get me a phone interview.
For that help, I can forget the calibre and the blood trail.
What about the service weapon in the car? - That's essential to the story.
- Write he was armed.
Only a witness or the shooter would know where we found the gun.
We need to keep that.
Deal? Deal.
I'll go make a call.
I'll be back.
- I oughta lock her up.
- Who is she? Elizabeth Wu, the new cop shop reporter for "The Sun".
- She's a parasite.
- She's a player.
I like her.
Save your quarter.
Something's wrong with the phone.
- Really? - I've tried it ten times.
The calls go through, but they can't hear a word you say.
Let's get a shot.
Yeah.
Who's catching rewrite? Dave, I'll have 20 inches in an hour.
I'm all over it.
I hate this place.
You're paranoid.
He's a cop.
She's a cop.
Everywhere's a cop-cop.
Look, does the sign say "Vice", huh? No.
It says "Homicide".
Have you murdered anyone I don't know about? No.
Then shut up.
Look.
Ooh, important little toy.
Where are the dead bodies? "Drug abuse".
What is that? - Can I be of some assistance? - Well, perhaps.
We are looking for Detective Mike Kellerman.
You're lookin' in his drawers? Uh-huh.
- Mike Kellerman's on vacation.
- Oh, isn't that typical? We drove four states to see him! - I didn't catch your names.
- Drew Kellerman.
Greg Kellerman.
We're his brothers.
Older brothers.
Yeah? I'm his great-aunt Sally.
I happen to know Mike Kellerman doesn't have any brothers.
- Yes, he does.
- Well, he happens to have us.
- We are they.
- Oh, yeah? - All right.
Where does your sister live? - St Louis.
- Where's your old man work? - Ding! Majestic Distillery! - How does Mike like his eggs? - Oh, clever! See, Mike is allergic to eggs.
So what does he have for breakfast? - Enchiladas.
- There you go.
Enchiladas? How you guys doin'? - Do we win? - Yeah.
The door prize.
- All right! We won the door prize.
- That was close.
- How's it going? - Great.
- Are you his partner? - Yeah.
Where you guys been? A Calvert County cop gets shot for doing what? Police work? Haybert's partner says he was on a drug case.
- Maybe he was coppin'.
- Funny you should say that.
- Why? What's up? - Haybert had vials of crack on him.
Doesn't mean he didn't pick 'em up doin' police work, but - What's his rep? - Good cop.
Solid stats.
Clean cases.
I'll have the Calvert County brass in my office within the hour.
It'd be nice to give them a progress report.
I'm on my way to Autopsy.
I'll take Munch and Bayliss.
We'll go re-canvas the area.
We'll call in the Drug Unit and have them pull in regulars off where Haybert died.
He never knew what hit him.
- Did you read this article? - Uh-huh.
What's it say? The guy who wrote this got it right what's going on out there.
It's Elizabeth Wu.
She's new at "The Sun".
- Have you seen her? - Who? - Wu.
- Why? - Whoa.
- Wu? - Woo-hoo! - Whoa, listen to this.
"'He wanted to work Narcotics,' says Ray Boyd, the victim's partner.
"'Lf he locked up a dealer, he'd talk about the damage in the community.
' "James Haybert, 26, "tried to lecture dealers and addicts into another kind of life, "still looking for his place in our unending war on drugs.
"Yesterday, for his trouble, he took a bullet to the heart.
"'What's it worth? ' Asked Boyd angrily.
"You tell me.
" You fellas gonna join me? What can you do with your drunken brother? What can you do with your drunken brother? What can you do with a drunken brother early in the mornin'? - Heave, Mikey! - Get up, little brother! - Red rum, red rum - All right! All right! All right! Jeez, man.
Ah, just when I thought life couldn't get any worse.
- Hey.
- Nice to see you, too, brother.
We missed you so much.
Haybert! I'm finishing up just now, Pembleton.
- How long to run a tox screen? - About two weeks.
- How about if we really rush it? - About two weeks.
If you need a special delivery, you got to give me a special reason.
I'm lookin' for dope or coke.
- I thought he was a cop.
- I'm lookin' for dope or coke.
I can get you a screen for heroin and metabolites by lunch.
- Thanks.
I appreciate that.
- Mm-hm.
- How's that foot? - Good.
Thanks for asking.
So do you see a lot of dead bodies? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Really? Dead bodies, new boat.
Life is good, huh? Come on.
Hey, hey! Hands off the fishing rod! Hey, easy, Ossifer! Jeez, relax! Your problem is you don't know how to relax.
- I can relax just fine.
- Maybe we don't want him coming.
He's gotta, Mr Moron.
It's his boat.
- Come where? - Miami.
- You're goin' to Miami.
- We all are.
First thing tomorrow.
This time next month, Kellerman Bros Incorporated will be up and running.
- What? - Charter fishing is big business.
With your old tub, we could have made two grand a week.
With this puppy, hey, the sky is the limit, huh? OK.
What did you do? What do you mean? Do we have to have done something? - Do? You're so suspicious.
- We're goin' to Miami! Nice boat.
- Yeah.
Who the hell is that guy? - That's what I wanna know.
Good story today.
You won't be covering cops long.
- I like covering cops.
- It's not a career.
You think Hugh Downs ever covered a drug murder? You think Barbara Walters ever worked the precincts? Asking a cop to describe himself as a tree? He'd have to beat her ass on principle.
Ooh, editor in the water! Everybody out of the pool.
What follow do we have on the cop? Nothing yet.
No arrests.
No suspects.
Funeral isn't until Saturday.
I don't want it to slip off A1, just because we don't have an idea today.
If there's nothing new, what should I do? Make something up? Sometimes you have to shape the facts to fit the story.
Baltimore Sun.
The shooting story? Yeah, I wrote it.
So you're saying you were there? You guys, you disappear for three years.
Now and then we hear rumours that you're in Las Vegas, you're in Fresno, you're in Saskatchewan.
Dad is convinced you guys are in jail, and Mum's worried you're lyin' in some ditch somewhere.
Now you're talkin' big about Miami.
You're obviously up to something.
- Where's the box? - It's on the deck.
- Go get it.
- Don't point the gun at me, man! - Don't point the gun at me! - It's not loaded.
Jeez.
- What's in the box? - Nothin'.
Oh, nothing? You sent him outside to get an empty box? - You want the truth, Capa? - Yeah.
Well, I owe a little money to a man in Ohio.
Ohio? Who owes money to anyone in Ohio? Me.
- How much? - Not much.
- 18 grand.
- Hey, big mouth.
- It's 18 grand.
- How will you pay back 18 grand? Right here.
Come on, Miami.
Charter fishing.
We already told you this.
Not with my boat.
No way! - You'll have to get yourselves out.
- It is not my fault.
- Oh, who's fault is it then? - The Oakland Raiders.
They lost to the Minnesota Vikings in overtime by a field goal! It's not me.
You blew all that money on a football game? No.
Not one game.
His first bet was in September, and then it was double or nothin'.
Then he had another one, and all of a sudden, 18 grand.
Your brother's got a little gambling problem there.
Judge not, lest ye be judged, you kleptomaniac! Does this bookie plan on coming after you? The farther away we get from Cleveland, the better.
And we're thinkin' Miami is far enough.
Mmm.
What's in the box? Mrs Haybert, could I borrow this shot of your husband in uniform? Sure.
We'll make a print and send you back the original.
I'll try to reflect what you told me about James in tomorrow's story.
I I just have to ask you about one other thing.
Did your husband? Did he ever have any problem with drugs? Jimmy died a good cop.
You put that in your newspaper.
Yeah.
A deal is a deal, little sister.
You wanna know what's in the box, show us a dead body.
Fine, but we do it quick.
You look and then we leave.
- Yeah.
- Absolutely.
- Woo! - Wow! - What a smell! - That's a stench! - Hey.
- Busy? I'm always busy.
What's with the entourage here? These are by brothers.
Drew and Greg.
That's Dr Cox, the Chief Medical Examiner.
- How you doin'? - Hey.
- Check out his arm.
- What happened to him? Mr Ryrie here was changing his antenna.
He grabbed a 200-volt power line with his bare hands.
- What a dope.
- Is he still charged? What are you doing? Don't touch.
- You look green.
Are you OK? - I'm fine.
- You're gonna puke.
- It's my first time.
I need to talk to you.
- Keep your hands off! - OK! She's tough.
She stoked me.
What are you thinking? Is this show-and-tell for you? Greg wanted to see an autopsy.
I figured you wouldn't mind.
Guess what? I do mind.
Running tours for the ME's lab is not exactly the professional atmosphere I was going for.
- Would you look at them? - All right.
I'm sorry.
I should never have said yes.
- I guess I just want - You wanted what? I just wanted you to meet my brothers.
It was very nice meeting you boys.
It's time to head home now.
- You know why I really came here? - To make life difficult? No.
To say goodbye.
I'm moving to Miami.
- Bye.
- I think he likes you.
- Hello.
- Definitely.
- Pembleton around? - At the morgue.
- Sergeant Howard? - She's not here either.
- Oh.
- You wanna talk? - Would you like some coffee? - Yeah.
I don't know how to ask this, so I'll just ask it.
This officer, Haybert, was he straight up? What do you mean? Did he have any kind of problem, like with drugs? - What have you heard? - I've got a source.
A witness.
- Someone saw the murder? - What's his name? I can't tell you that.
He's asked for confidentiality.
He's the witness to the murder of a police officer.
I gave him my word, and I'm only as good as my word.
Get a grand jury summons for Miss Wu.
Let the Grand Jury cite her for contempt.
- Shield law, Detective.
- I don't give a damn about it! You are withholding evidence.
In this state, a reporter can't be compelled to name a confidential source.
It's in the Annotated Code for occasions just like this.
Frank, at least she's coming to us first with this information.
Such generosity of spirit.
I could run what my source is telling me, and you could read it in the home final.
Instead, you get a chance to hear it first, and maybe get me to agree to hold back details if it helps.
And you get corroboration for what your source is telling you.
That's right.
It's a trade-off.
All right.
You first.
My source is saying the cop got served an hour before he got shot.
He bought four black-top vials of coke and drove off.
No one knew he was police.
An hour after copping the vials, Haybert drove back to the corner, yelling the black tops were garbage, and he wanted his money back.
My source says Haybert fired a shot out his car window, and the shooter fired back in self-defence.
- Did he name this shooter? - No.
Does that match your evidence? I'll give you this on deep background.
Understand? Yeah.
I can know it, but I can't write it.
If I read any details, you'll never have a police source in this town again.
We found three black-top vials in Haybert's coat pocket last night, and a shot was fired from his service weapon.
You knew all this last night, and you didn't say anything? I call in a sob story about a doomed drug warrior, when, in truth, this was a bad cop.
We weren't sure last night.
Calvert County told us that Haybert works drug cases.
We thought he picked up these black tops on the street, and was holding for Evidence Control.
- Did you run a tox screen on him? - Today.
Positive for cocaine, but you didn't get that from us.
So my source really is a witness.
Tell him to talk to us.
We just wanna know the truth.
I can't help you with the case.
I'm not in law enforcement.
You could suggest he do the right thing.
You know, as a good citizen.
One more thing This Haybert, he's a cop and he's dead, but he has family and friends.
So I wanna ask you if it is necessary that you write the drug part of the story.
- The drug use is the story.
- And the story comes first.
- She has her job to do.
- So do hookers.
- They don't take as much pride in it.
- Enough.
- We understand each other? - Yep.
Wu.
This is great! Comin' to Miami! - No, I'm not.
- You're not? - I said that to get to her.
- She's stern, man.
- What's goin' on between you guys? - Nothing.
What's in the box? - Er - Er - I showed you the dead body.
- You can tell him what's in there.
- History.
- History? - Yeah.
Baseball history.
- Babe Ruth's uniform.
Oh, please! Get outta here! - It's right in there.
- Get in the car.
It's not his Yankee uniform.
This is when he played for Baltimore.
- Oh, my God.
- Nice, huh? Remember when the Babe Ruth Museum was robbed? - That was you? - No.
That was Saul.
- Who the hell is Saul? - He's a bookie.
The guy you owe 18 grand? He's the guy we stole the uniform from to pay back the 18 grand.
- Who's the other guy? - Alfred.
- You owe a bookie named Alfred? - That's Cleveland for you.
That's your brother's brilliant idea.
Now we got two idiot bookies on our ass.
- Turn the car around.
- Why? We're gonna take this uniform back to the museum.
What? I can sell this puppy for a fortune! We're stoppin' at the first pawn shop I see.
No! You're gonna turn the car around! For once, will you quit playin' the cop? I am a cop! Hey, this is Babe Ruth's uniform, OK? He's the sultan of swat.
- The great bambino.
- People would kill for these rags.
Yeah, speakin' of which, I think we're maybe being followed, lads.
- Who are those guys? - Don't ask.
Buckle up for safety.
It's not just a good idea, it's law.
- Miami? - Yeah.
That's what he said.
Miami.
He took a holiday with his brothers.
It'll do him good.
You're missing the point.
He does not plan on coming back.
- Come on.
- How well do you know these guys? Since this morning.
I caught 'em snoopin' around Mikey's desk.
- Snooping in his desk? - Hmm.
Whoa! What did you say their names were? Darryl and his brother Darryl? No, one was Greg, and the other was Drew.
Short for Andrew, I guess.
You're checking their police records? Yeah, just to put you at ease.
My money says that these two Kellerman brothers are nothin' but a pair o' beer-guzzlin' motor heads, never even left Brooklyn Park.
- Oh, really? Is that what you think? - How much trouble could they be? Try to get a licence.
Let me out of this! - Whoa.
- Hello.
Theft, fraud, possession of deadly weapon, indecent exposure, gambling.
Yeah, just a couple o' beer-guzzling motor heads, right? No wonder Mikey wanted to keep these two knuckleheads a secret.
Let's go see if we can find 'em.
Look under some rocks.
Stop lookin' out the window.
We lost 'em.
- I'll give you ten.
- 10,000? - $10.
- You gotta be kiddin'! - This is Babe Ruth's uniform.
- $10? I've been following baseball since long before you boys were born.
I saw the Babe bat against the Senators in 1938.
Hit one straight over my head.
This is not his uniform.
- Yes, it is.
- Take the ten and let's go.
One perfectly preserved human kidney.
How much is that worth? About 80 cents a pound in my local Super Fresh.
- You took this from the morgue? - Where else? - OK - That's a human kidney.
- We're taking our business elsewhere.
- Where we going? First the museum, and then the morgue.
- Then to Miami, right? - No! Not to Miami! You on the right.
I'll give you 150 for the watch.
- 160, it's a done deal.
- Get away! Let's go! - 155? - It's a human kidney.
- Is it Babe Ruth's uniform or not? - Of course, it is, man.
That guy was an idiot.
We've gotta go to another pawn shop.
After the next round, all right? - We said one beer.
- Would you relax? I don't know how to relax, remember? There is nothin' wrong with you that a few years in Miami wouldn't fix.
- To blue skies and hot sun.
- To string bikinis.
I'm not goin' to Miami.
Oh.
There's a big surprise, huh? I bet I can guess why you're not goin'.
- And why is that, wise guy? - Because you're a cop.
You were born with a badge on your ass.
- I was not.
- You were! Every Halloween, you had the same damn costume, man.
- Mikey, what to you want to be? - A cop.
- Not Georgia O'Keeffe? - Uh-uh.
I want to be a cop! Cut it out! We couldn't fart without you going to Mum and Dad.
Except now he's got his fraternal order of hoo-has.
Yeah, his brotherhood of blue.
- We're just family! - Just cut it out, OK? You think you two know me, huh? You got me all figured out? Well, you don't! All right, my life sucks! Could I have a shot of Jim Beam? No, actually, miss, just bring me the bottle.
Thanks.
- This is great.
Just great.
- I don't know.
A cop's killed while trying to buy drugs.
You got him shooting up a corner without provocation.
You got the killer firing in self-defence.
I'd love to see the Calvert County Chief's face tomorrow morning.
But that quote about it being self-defence.
That's only from one unnamed source.
- City Homicide can't confirm that.
- And they can't deny it either.
Newspapers don't print the truth.
We print what people tell us.
I don't know who my source is, much less whether his information is reliable.
The city cops said your source is a bona fide witness, and your source has given you his version of events.
To put that police are looking into drug use by the victim, that's properly sourced, but to hype how the murder went down, that's real thin.
- What did you do? - Sent it to the copy desk.
- You're not listening to me! - You're not thinking about A1.
In Philadelphia, they taught me how to have impact, and to keep a story out front by printing everything I knew.
The facts change, we fix it the next day.
I don't have to tell you how many Pulitzers we brought home to Philly.
- Good news on the Haybert case.
- I like good news.
- It's goin' down.
- You got a suspect? We found a witness.
Says he can ID the shooter.
Who is it? Emmanuel Bennett, a 17-year-old drug slinger.
Lives with Mama over on Pulaski.
Munch has taken the search warrant down to the duty judge.
- Better to be lucky than to be good.
- It's better to be both.
Go! Go! Go! Go! OK, one more time! With feeling! Take me out to the ball game Take me out to the crowd OK, just the drunk people! The drunk people! - He's a Kellerman after all.
- He's depressed about somethin'.
One, two, three The home team Come on! You're not singin'! It's a shame Cos it's one, two Root for the team In the old game Yeah! Whoa! Grand slam! Oh Hello.
I'm Babe Ruth.
River City, guys.
Come on.
Move! - Hey, Greg - We've gotta go! - I want you to meet Carol-Ann.
- We've gotta go, man! All right, Babe! Game's over! - Let go of my shirt! - It belongs to Saul! And the 18 grand you owe Alfred.
- I got it.
- Saul is upset.
So is Alfred.
What say we step outside and watch you undress? What say we don't! Ugh, another bar, no Kellerman.
This is ridiculous.
It's 1:00 in the morning.
We checked the boat, half the bars in Baltimore, and woke his folks up.
- Nice lady, Mike's mum.
- Now she'll stay up all night worrying.
No, she won't.
We'll find him.
- I'm beginning to doubt that.
- No.
Look.
Come on now! They gotta be someplace.
The question is where.
- Let's go home.
- Don't run out of gas on me now! - It's not last call.
- I don't know where else to look! We cover enough ground, and we're bound to find 'em.
- Is this how you solve your cases? - Basically.
- Where to now? - We hop in your car.
Oh, no! No! No! Wait! Wait! No! Come on, Mikey.
Where the hell are you? - Baltimore Sun.
- 'It's me again.
You there? ' Yes, I'm here.
- You check out what I told you? - 'Yeah.
' Listen, if you really saw the shooting, you ought to talk to Homicide.
Homicide police just finished kickin' down my mama's door.
- 'They're hunting my ass.
' - So it's you.
I burned him on some bakin' soda and laughed about it.
- I didn't think he'd come back on me.
- You were the shooter? You gotta help me.
You gotta tell people I didn't know.
- Yeah? - An Elizabeth Wu on line two.
- Wu? - Oui.
Giardello.
What happened? All right.
Come on down to the squad room.
We'll talk.
All right.
Hi, Mum.
I've been trying to phone you for hours.
Detective Lewis came by earlier.
What on earth are you wearing? Oh Oh, it's I can explain all this.
Is Dad asleep? What's going on, Michael? Something's wrong.
No, nothing wrong.
It's just I brought some guests.
Good Lord in heaven! Hey, Ma.
You got somethin' to eat? Babe Ruth's uniform? I won't even ask how you got your hands on it.
- You were always so reasonable, Ma.
- Maybe that's where I went wrong.
- Who wants another grilled cheese? - I definitely do.
Hi, Pop.
They're just having some sandwiches, then they'll leave.
- You know I don't want 'em here.
- Dad, it's been three years.
The more chances I give 'em, the bigger they screw up.
I hate to think what they did this time.
Probably killed somebody.
- No.
- What, then? Mike, I know you had trouble on the job.
- What's that gotta do with anything? - You've always been a good boy.
Bad enough I got two hoodlum sons.
Now get 'em outta here! I'll see ya.
See ya, Mum.
I better have some of these.
Wait up! Don't break the glass.
Bad alarm system.
We were gonna bring this uniform back.
- Sure you were.
- Hey, don't be sarcastic.
Then we could all go to Miami with a clean conscience.
You've got to have a conscience for it to be clean.
I will never understand how your mind works.
No, you won't, because you're a good boy.
- We're just hoodlums.
- You heard that? What am I? Deaf? All this emotion I may weep.
- You boys upset Saul.
- You hurt Alfred's eye.
You're gonna pay.
Put down the box.
- You're under arrest.
- Oh, yeah? By who? By me.
Baltimore Police.
Like we're supposed to believe he's a cop! - He's a cop.
- Show 'em your badge.
Where's my badge? Police! Drop the gun! Everything's under control, officers.
- Drop the gun! You're under arrest! - I can explain.
I'm a cop.
- Yeah, me, too.
- I'm the Chief of Police! Listen to me! - Show 'em your badge.
- Shut up! My name is Mike Kellerman.
I'm a Detective with the Homicide Unit.
Where is my damn badge? Where's my badge? - What? - I took it.
I took it.
- You took my badge? - Well, show it to 'em.
- I can't.
- Why not? - I left it at Mum's.
- You left it at Mum's? Brilliant.
Nice try, fellas.
Up against the wall.
Don't worry about us.
Watch them.
- Up against the wall! No talkin'! - Don't you guys know each other? Unbelievable.
Didn't you get enough from us yesterday, Wu? Well, well, well.
Elizabeth Wu, the town vulture.
- Is the Lieutenant around? - He's in his office with someone.
- I'll wait.
- Yeah.
Like all good vultures do.
- What's your problem? - I don't know what to think.
First, you write about a dead cop and I respect you.
Then, you tear the same cop's life down to the ground, and I hate your guts.
- So I don't know.
I'm conflicted.
- That makes the two of us.
Our friends in Calvert County want to know why their officer had to be dragged through the mud on this.
We can't keep the drug angle quiet.
She had an eye witness as a source.
Al, a reporter like this gets some sources, she's off to the races.
Listen, if you can't find a way to shut her down, I will.
Miss Wu Interesting article today.
I was just telling the Lieutenant how much I admire your work.
- Colonel, could ask you a question? - I'm sorry.
I've got to run.
Lieutenant.
- What did you wanna ask him? - Nothing.
A question was the quickest way to get him out of here.
Well, let's get the hell outta here.
- So you're hunting a suspect? - We are.
Meaning you've found some witnesses without any help from me.
We did.
So, er, what did they say happened? Close enough to what you had in the paper.
Cop buys drugs.
Cop gets burned.
Cop goes back on the street corner and gets shot.
Wait, but who fired first? Our witnesses say the suspect fired first.
Haybert fired his weapon in response.
I knew that stuff about it being self-defence was thin.
So he's your source? Look when I wrote that crap about it being self-defence, I thought I was dealing with a straight witness.
I was stupid.
I let myself get used.
Are you in contact with him? He thinks he'll be beaten if he surrenders.
He expects retaliation for killing a cop.
I can't speak for the department.
Look he's gotta come in.
Beating or no beating, he has no choice but to come in on this one.
- Hey.
- We gotta talk.
Down! Get down! Stop! The bitch set me up! Bitch, you set me up! Small world.
It's raunchy! Get off me, man! Get off me! - Hey.
- What are you doing here? Parker thought you might be shook up.
He wanted to know if you got any quotes.
No quotes.
He's disappointed, huh? You were supposed to stash your cop killer in a roll-top desk.
This is what we have.
The suspect is Emmanuel Bennett.
of North Pulaski Street.
What about the allegations of drug use? Conjecture.
What was printed in today's newspaper is unconfirmed.
I'd like to thank "The Baltimore Sun" and one reporter in particular, Elizabeth Wu, for assisting us in this matter.
She acted responsibly by providing information as to the suspect's whereabouts.
- Has bail been set? - That's all for now.
We'll be back with you with more details very soon.
Thank you.
- Mikey's in jail! - In the hoosegow! - On ice! - In the pokey! You think it's a big joke, don't you? No.
No, it's not.
Not at all.
Hey, man, you gonna tell us what's buggin' ya? What? Your partner says you're on vacation, and we get a few beers in you, and you're all tellin' us how your life is sucky, and then Dad talks about that thing about trouble.
- Come on.
He may be a moron - Hey! But I know something's buggin' you, man.
- I don't want to talk about it.
- We're your brothers.
Whatever is goin' on will clear up like a pimple when we get him to Miami.
- He's not goin' to Miami Beach.
- He is going to Miami.
Mike, you coming to Miami or what? I wouldn't go across the street with you.
- Told you.
- What? Give me one good reason why you're not comin'.
- "The Incredible Hulk".
- What's that supposed to mean? When I was six, the summer before second grade, you guys were nine and ten.
- And obsessed with Marvel comics.
- Who wasn't? And you geniuses came up with the brilliant idea to steal comic books from the store.
You made me come along with you.
You took "Spider-Man", and, what, you took "Silver Surfer".
- I grabbed "The Incredible Hulk".
- Good choice.
Except I couldn't sleep all night because I felt so guilty.
The next morning, what did I do? I told Mum and Dad.
Not about you, about me.
I got grounded for the weekend.
Of course, you did! Why did you tell 'em, dummy? Yeah, we went to the Orioles game.
Yeah, they won 6-5.
What does this have to do with you coming to Miami or not? How long is the charter business gonna last? - I dunno.
Four or five years.
- Don't kid yourself! Well, a couple weeks maybe.
If there's one thing that "The Incredible Hulk" taught me, it's that it's easier to be bad than be good.
It's a comic book.
Lighten up! Phone call from the governor! Hey, Mr Mike Kellerman.
- My main man, Meldrick! - Shut up.
- What happened? - You don't wanna know.
I do, because we've been lookin' around all night for your sorry ass.
- You don't have to worry about me.
- Excellent.
Let's go.
Let me outta here! - Come on.
Let us outta here.
- He's kiddin'.
- Get us outta here, please.
- What about Larry and Curly here? We're goin' with Princess here.
Are you kiddin' me? Larry and Curly should hang out for a little while.
- Maybe I'll come get you later.
- This can't be legal! Come on! Hey, you're kiddin', right? Mikey! Attica! You know, way back before this was a newspaper bar, it was a cop bar.
For a couple of years in the late '70s, there were cops and reporters in here together.
Hacks and cops buying each other drinks? - It sounds apocalyptic.
- Listen I'm sorry about Barnfather.
- I didn't see it coming.
- Why did he do it to me? Well, you're a good reporter.
You're covering the department.
And therefore you're a pain in the ass.
Well, not any more.
My editor's pissed.
Thinks I led you to my source.
Well, you did.
He thinks I did it on purpose.
- Where do we go from here? - I don't know.
I'll get sent to the sticks to write obits and zoning board hearings for a few months, and then he forgives me, and I'll come back to the police beat.
God! First day's story, I made a hero out of a bad cop.
Next day's story, I quoted a cop killer as if he was an impartial witness.
What I put in print on this story, you gotta figure this girl couldn't track an elephant in a snowstorm! I'm a better reporter than that.
- What are you drinkin'? - Vodka tonic.
- After today, you owe me a round.
- Sounds good.
Says there the O's might trade Mussina next year.
Don't believe everything you read in the newspaper.
Yeah.
Well, it's your last chance to come with us, little sister.
- You still headed to Miami? - Miami, maybe Memphis.
We can get a good deal on an Elvis corset.
- I think I'll pass.
- Yeah, of course, you will.
- Well, let's hit the road.
- Hey, thanks.
- I love you, man.
- Hey! - All right, all right! - Enough cheap sentiment.
Can I get my helmet? - I thought All right.
OK.
- Thanks.
And my badge? Sometime today, girls.
- There you go.
- Thanks.
And here.
Here's a little somethin' to get you started.
- What is this? - $155.
- Wow.
- I pawned my watch.
- We will pay you back.
- Thanks a lot, man.
- Go to hell.
- You can bet on it.
- I really appreciate it.
- I love you, man.
'And it's a long fly ball headed deep to right field.
'Lf it stays fair it could be Yes! It's gone! A home run! 'Babe Ruth has hit his 60th home run, 'breaking the all-time home run record! '
Victim's a Calvert County cop.
- I need that phone.
- Excuse me? Dawn Daniels, WBAL.
That's the only working phone.
I've gotta call my newsroom.
- What do you think I'm doing? - Why bother, honey? You won't even publish until tomorrow.
I thought all you big-time TV reporters had cell phones.
You need my phone? Be my guest.
I'll call you back.
Victim died in the ambo.
What's a Calvert County cop doing here? Off duty maybe? It's not the part of Baltimore that keeps 'em comin' downtown.
I need some help.
I'm on a deadline.
Get behind the police line.
Leave my crime scene or go to jail.
So far I've got the victim's name, Officer James Haybert.
.
380 casings, blood trail going from the car to the southwest corner where the body fell.
That looks like the victim's weapon on the floorboard of his car.
- I am not about to ask you twice.
- Fine.
I'm gone.
You gonna put that stuff in the story about calibre and blood trail? That's physical evidence.
Put that in the paper, you'll make it harder for us.
Why would I wanna do that? What do you want? I hear your victim is a cop in Calvert County.
I've got an hour to the final edition deadline.
Hook me up with the County boys.
Get me a phone interview.
For that help, I can forget the calibre and the blood trail.
What about the service weapon in the car? - That's essential to the story.
- Write he was armed.
Only a witness or the shooter would know where we found the gun.
We need to keep that.
Deal? Deal.
I'll go make a call.
I'll be back.
- I oughta lock her up.
- Who is she? Elizabeth Wu, the new cop shop reporter for "The Sun".
- She's a parasite.
- She's a player.
I like her.
Save your quarter.
Something's wrong with the phone.
- Really? - I've tried it ten times.
The calls go through, but they can't hear a word you say.
Let's get a shot.
Yeah.
Who's catching rewrite? Dave, I'll have 20 inches in an hour.
I'm all over it.
I hate this place.
You're paranoid.
He's a cop.
She's a cop.
Everywhere's a cop-cop.
Look, does the sign say "Vice", huh? No.
It says "Homicide".
Have you murdered anyone I don't know about? No.
Then shut up.
Look.
Ooh, important little toy.
Where are the dead bodies? "Drug abuse".
What is that? - Can I be of some assistance? - Well, perhaps.
We are looking for Detective Mike Kellerman.
You're lookin' in his drawers? Uh-huh.
- Mike Kellerman's on vacation.
- Oh, isn't that typical? We drove four states to see him! - I didn't catch your names.
- Drew Kellerman.
Greg Kellerman.
We're his brothers.
Older brothers.
Yeah? I'm his great-aunt Sally.
I happen to know Mike Kellerman doesn't have any brothers.
- Yes, he does.
- Well, he happens to have us.
- We are they.
- Oh, yeah? - All right.
Where does your sister live? - St Louis.
- Where's your old man work? - Ding! Majestic Distillery! - How does Mike like his eggs? - Oh, clever! See, Mike is allergic to eggs.
So what does he have for breakfast? - Enchiladas.
- There you go.
Enchiladas? How you guys doin'? - Do we win? - Yeah.
The door prize.
- All right! We won the door prize.
- That was close.
- How's it going? - Great.
- Are you his partner? - Yeah.
Where you guys been? A Calvert County cop gets shot for doing what? Police work? Haybert's partner says he was on a drug case.
- Maybe he was coppin'.
- Funny you should say that.
- Why? What's up? - Haybert had vials of crack on him.
Doesn't mean he didn't pick 'em up doin' police work, but - What's his rep? - Good cop.
Solid stats.
Clean cases.
I'll have the Calvert County brass in my office within the hour.
It'd be nice to give them a progress report.
I'm on my way to Autopsy.
I'll take Munch and Bayliss.
We'll go re-canvas the area.
We'll call in the Drug Unit and have them pull in regulars off where Haybert died.
He never knew what hit him.
- Did you read this article? - Uh-huh.
What's it say? The guy who wrote this got it right what's going on out there.
It's Elizabeth Wu.
She's new at "The Sun".
- Have you seen her? - Who? - Wu.
- Why? - Whoa.
- Wu? - Woo-hoo! - Whoa, listen to this.
"'He wanted to work Narcotics,' says Ray Boyd, the victim's partner.
"'Lf he locked up a dealer, he'd talk about the damage in the community.
' "James Haybert, 26, "tried to lecture dealers and addicts into another kind of life, "still looking for his place in our unending war on drugs.
"Yesterday, for his trouble, he took a bullet to the heart.
"'What's it worth? ' Asked Boyd angrily.
"You tell me.
" You fellas gonna join me? What can you do with your drunken brother? What can you do with your drunken brother? What can you do with a drunken brother early in the mornin'? - Heave, Mikey! - Get up, little brother! - Red rum, red rum - All right! All right! All right! Jeez, man.
Ah, just when I thought life couldn't get any worse.
- Hey.
- Nice to see you, too, brother.
We missed you so much.
Haybert! I'm finishing up just now, Pembleton.
- How long to run a tox screen? - About two weeks.
- How about if we really rush it? - About two weeks.
If you need a special delivery, you got to give me a special reason.
I'm lookin' for dope or coke.
- I thought he was a cop.
- I'm lookin' for dope or coke.
I can get you a screen for heroin and metabolites by lunch.
- Thanks.
I appreciate that.
- Mm-hm.
- How's that foot? - Good.
Thanks for asking.
So do you see a lot of dead bodies? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Really? Dead bodies, new boat.
Life is good, huh? Come on.
Hey, hey! Hands off the fishing rod! Hey, easy, Ossifer! Jeez, relax! Your problem is you don't know how to relax.
- I can relax just fine.
- Maybe we don't want him coming.
He's gotta, Mr Moron.
It's his boat.
- Come where? - Miami.
- You're goin' to Miami.
- We all are.
First thing tomorrow.
This time next month, Kellerman Bros Incorporated will be up and running.
- What? - Charter fishing is big business.
With your old tub, we could have made two grand a week.
With this puppy, hey, the sky is the limit, huh? OK.
What did you do? What do you mean? Do we have to have done something? - Do? You're so suspicious.
- We're goin' to Miami! Nice boat.
- Yeah.
Who the hell is that guy? - That's what I wanna know.
Good story today.
You won't be covering cops long.
- I like covering cops.
- It's not a career.
You think Hugh Downs ever covered a drug murder? You think Barbara Walters ever worked the precincts? Asking a cop to describe himself as a tree? He'd have to beat her ass on principle.
Ooh, editor in the water! Everybody out of the pool.
What follow do we have on the cop? Nothing yet.
No arrests.
No suspects.
Funeral isn't until Saturday.
I don't want it to slip off A1, just because we don't have an idea today.
If there's nothing new, what should I do? Make something up? Sometimes you have to shape the facts to fit the story.
Baltimore Sun.
The shooting story? Yeah, I wrote it.
So you're saying you were there? You guys, you disappear for three years.
Now and then we hear rumours that you're in Las Vegas, you're in Fresno, you're in Saskatchewan.
Dad is convinced you guys are in jail, and Mum's worried you're lyin' in some ditch somewhere.
Now you're talkin' big about Miami.
You're obviously up to something.
- Where's the box? - It's on the deck.
- Go get it.
- Don't point the gun at me, man! - Don't point the gun at me! - It's not loaded.
Jeez.
- What's in the box? - Nothin'.
Oh, nothing? You sent him outside to get an empty box? - You want the truth, Capa? - Yeah.
Well, I owe a little money to a man in Ohio.
Ohio? Who owes money to anyone in Ohio? Me.
- How much? - Not much.
- 18 grand.
- Hey, big mouth.
- It's 18 grand.
- How will you pay back 18 grand? Right here.
Come on, Miami.
Charter fishing.
We already told you this.
Not with my boat.
No way! - You'll have to get yourselves out.
- It is not my fault.
- Oh, who's fault is it then? - The Oakland Raiders.
They lost to the Minnesota Vikings in overtime by a field goal! It's not me.
You blew all that money on a football game? No.
Not one game.
His first bet was in September, and then it was double or nothin'.
Then he had another one, and all of a sudden, 18 grand.
Your brother's got a little gambling problem there.
Judge not, lest ye be judged, you kleptomaniac! Does this bookie plan on coming after you? The farther away we get from Cleveland, the better.
And we're thinkin' Miami is far enough.
Mmm.
What's in the box? Mrs Haybert, could I borrow this shot of your husband in uniform? Sure.
We'll make a print and send you back the original.
I'll try to reflect what you told me about James in tomorrow's story.
I I just have to ask you about one other thing.
Did your husband? Did he ever have any problem with drugs? Jimmy died a good cop.
You put that in your newspaper.
Yeah.
A deal is a deal, little sister.
You wanna know what's in the box, show us a dead body.
Fine, but we do it quick.
You look and then we leave.
- Yeah.
- Absolutely.
- Woo! - Wow! - What a smell! - That's a stench! - Hey.
- Busy? I'm always busy.
What's with the entourage here? These are by brothers.
Drew and Greg.
That's Dr Cox, the Chief Medical Examiner.
- How you doin'? - Hey.
- Check out his arm.
- What happened to him? Mr Ryrie here was changing his antenna.
He grabbed a 200-volt power line with his bare hands.
- What a dope.
- Is he still charged? What are you doing? Don't touch.
- You look green.
Are you OK? - I'm fine.
- You're gonna puke.
- It's my first time.
I need to talk to you.
- Keep your hands off! - OK! She's tough.
She stoked me.
What are you thinking? Is this show-and-tell for you? Greg wanted to see an autopsy.
I figured you wouldn't mind.
Guess what? I do mind.
Running tours for the ME's lab is not exactly the professional atmosphere I was going for.
- Would you look at them? - All right.
I'm sorry.
I should never have said yes.
- I guess I just want - You wanted what? I just wanted you to meet my brothers.
It was very nice meeting you boys.
It's time to head home now.
- You know why I really came here? - To make life difficult? No.
To say goodbye.
I'm moving to Miami.
- Bye.
- I think he likes you.
- Hello.
- Definitely.
- Pembleton around? - At the morgue.
- Sergeant Howard? - She's not here either.
- Oh.
- You wanna talk? - Would you like some coffee? - Yeah.
I don't know how to ask this, so I'll just ask it.
This officer, Haybert, was he straight up? What do you mean? Did he have any kind of problem, like with drugs? - What have you heard? - I've got a source.
A witness.
- Someone saw the murder? - What's his name? I can't tell you that.
He's asked for confidentiality.
He's the witness to the murder of a police officer.
I gave him my word, and I'm only as good as my word.
Get a grand jury summons for Miss Wu.
Let the Grand Jury cite her for contempt.
- Shield law, Detective.
- I don't give a damn about it! You are withholding evidence.
In this state, a reporter can't be compelled to name a confidential source.
It's in the Annotated Code for occasions just like this.
Frank, at least she's coming to us first with this information.
Such generosity of spirit.
I could run what my source is telling me, and you could read it in the home final.
Instead, you get a chance to hear it first, and maybe get me to agree to hold back details if it helps.
And you get corroboration for what your source is telling you.
That's right.
It's a trade-off.
All right.
You first.
My source is saying the cop got served an hour before he got shot.
He bought four black-top vials of coke and drove off.
No one knew he was police.
An hour after copping the vials, Haybert drove back to the corner, yelling the black tops were garbage, and he wanted his money back.
My source says Haybert fired a shot out his car window, and the shooter fired back in self-defence.
- Did he name this shooter? - No.
Does that match your evidence? I'll give you this on deep background.
Understand? Yeah.
I can know it, but I can't write it.
If I read any details, you'll never have a police source in this town again.
We found three black-top vials in Haybert's coat pocket last night, and a shot was fired from his service weapon.
You knew all this last night, and you didn't say anything? I call in a sob story about a doomed drug warrior, when, in truth, this was a bad cop.
We weren't sure last night.
Calvert County told us that Haybert works drug cases.
We thought he picked up these black tops on the street, and was holding for Evidence Control.
- Did you run a tox screen on him? - Today.
Positive for cocaine, but you didn't get that from us.
So my source really is a witness.
Tell him to talk to us.
We just wanna know the truth.
I can't help you with the case.
I'm not in law enforcement.
You could suggest he do the right thing.
You know, as a good citizen.
One more thing This Haybert, he's a cop and he's dead, but he has family and friends.
So I wanna ask you if it is necessary that you write the drug part of the story.
- The drug use is the story.
- And the story comes first.
- She has her job to do.
- So do hookers.
- They don't take as much pride in it.
- Enough.
- We understand each other? - Yep.
Wu.
This is great! Comin' to Miami! - No, I'm not.
- You're not? - I said that to get to her.
- She's stern, man.
- What's goin' on between you guys? - Nothing.
What's in the box? - Er - Er - I showed you the dead body.
- You can tell him what's in there.
- History.
- History? - Yeah.
Baseball history.
- Babe Ruth's uniform.
Oh, please! Get outta here! - It's right in there.
- Get in the car.
It's not his Yankee uniform.
This is when he played for Baltimore.
- Oh, my God.
- Nice, huh? Remember when the Babe Ruth Museum was robbed? - That was you? - No.
That was Saul.
- Who the hell is Saul? - He's a bookie.
The guy you owe 18 grand? He's the guy we stole the uniform from to pay back the 18 grand.
- Who's the other guy? - Alfred.
- You owe a bookie named Alfred? - That's Cleveland for you.
That's your brother's brilliant idea.
Now we got two idiot bookies on our ass.
- Turn the car around.
- Why? We're gonna take this uniform back to the museum.
What? I can sell this puppy for a fortune! We're stoppin' at the first pawn shop I see.
No! You're gonna turn the car around! For once, will you quit playin' the cop? I am a cop! Hey, this is Babe Ruth's uniform, OK? He's the sultan of swat.
- The great bambino.
- People would kill for these rags.
Yeah, speakin' of which, I think we're maybe being followed, lads.
- Who are those guys? - Don't ask.
Buckle up for safety.
It's not just a good idea, it's law.
- Miami? - Yeah.
That's what he said.
Miami.
He took a holiday with his brothers.
It'll do him good.
You're missing the point.
He does not plan on coming back.
- Come on.
- How well do you know these guys? Since this morning.
I caught 'em snoopin' around Mikey's desk.
- Snooping in his desk? - Hmm.
Whoa! What did you say their names were? Darryl and his brother Darryl? No, one was Greg, and the other was Drew.
Short for Andrew, I guess.
You're checking their police records? Yeah, just to put you at ease.
My money says that these two Kellerman brothers are nothin' but a pair o' beer-guzzlin' motor heads, never even left Brooklyn Park.
- Oh, really? Is that what you think? - How much trouble could they be? Try to get a licence.
Let me out of this! - Whoa.
- Hello.
Theft, fraud, possession of deadly weapon, indecent exposure, gambling.
Yeah, just a couple o' beer-guzzling motor heads, right? No wonder Mikey wanted to keep these two knuckleheads a secret.
Let's go see if we can find 'em.
Look under some rocks.
Stop lookin' out the window.
We lost 'em.
- I'll give you ten.
- 10,000? - $10.
- You gotta be kiddin'! - This is Babe Ruth's uniform.
- $10? I've been following baseball since long before you boys were born.
I saw the Babe bat against the Senators in 1938.
Hit one straight over my head.
This is not his uniform.
- Yes, it is.
- Take the ten and let's go.
One perfectly preserved human kidney.
How much is that worth? About 80 cents a pound in my local Super Fresh.
- You took this from the morgue? - Where else? - OK - That's a human kidney.
- We're taking our business elsewhere.
- Where we going? First the museum, and then the morgue.
- Then to Miami, right? - No! Not to Miami! You on the right.
I'll give you 150 for the watch.
- 160, it's a done deal.
- Get away! Let's go! - 155? - It's a human kidney.
- Is it Babe Ruth's uniform or not? - Of course, it is, man.
That guy was an idiot.
We've gotta go to another pawn shop.
After the next round, all right? - We said one beer.
- Would you relax? I don't know how to relax, remember? There is nothin' wrong with you that a few years in Miami wouldn't fix.
- To blue skies and hot sun.
- To string bikinis.
I'm not goin' to Miami.
Oh.
There's a big surprise, huh? I bet I can guess why you're not goin'.
- And why is that, wise guy? - Because you're a cop.
You were born with a badge on your ass.
- I was not.
- You were! Every Halloween, you had the same damn costume, man.
- Mikey, what to you want to be? - A cop.
- Not Georgia O'Keeffe? - Uh-uh.
I want to be a cop! Cut it out! We couldn't fart without you going to Mum and Dad.
Except now he's got his fraternal order of hoo-has.
Yeah, his brotherhood of blue.
- We're just family! - Just cut it out, OK? You think you two know me, huh? You got me all figured out? Well, you don't! All right, my life sucks! Could I have a shot of Jim Beam? No, actually, miss, just bring me the bottle.
Thanks.
- This is great.
Just great.
- I don't know.
A cop's killed while trying to buy drugs.
You got him shooting up a corner without provocation.
You got the killer firing in self-defence.
I'd love to see the Calvert County Chief's face tomorrow morning.
But that quote about it being self-defence.
That's only from one unnamed source.
- City Homicide can't confirm that.
- And they can't deny it either.
Newspapers don't print the truth.
We print what people tell us.
I don't know who my source is, much less whether his information is reliable.
The city cops said your source is a bona fide witness, and your source has given you his version of events.
To put that police are looking into drug use by the victim, that's properly sourced, but to hype how the murder went down, that's real thin.
- What did you do? - Sent it to the copy desk.
- You're not listening to me! - You're not thinking about A1.
In Philadelphia, they taught me how to have impact, and to keep a story out front by printing everything I knew.
The facts change, we fix it the next day.
I don't have to tell you how many Pulitzers we brought home to Philly.
- Good news on the Haybert case.
- I like good news.
- It's goin' down.
- You got a suspect? We found a witness.
Says he can ID the shooter.
Who is it? Emmanuel Bennett, a 17-year-old drug slinger.
Lives with Mama over on Pulaski.
Munch has taken the search warrant down to the duty judge.
- Better to be lucky than to be good.
- It's better to be both.
Go! Go! Go! Go! OK, one more time! With feeling! Take me out to the ball game Take me out to the crowd OK, just the drunk people! The drunk people! - He's a Kellerman after all.
- He's depressed about somethin'.
One, two, three The home team Come on! You're not singin'! It's a shame Cos it's one, two Root for the team In the old game Yeah! Whoa! Grand slam! Oh Hello.
I'm Babe Ruth.
River City, guys.
Come on.
Move! - Hey, Greg - We've gotta go! - I want you to meet Carol-Ann.
- We've gotta go, man! All right, Babe! Game's over! - Let go of my shirt! - It belongs to Saul! And the 18 grand you owe Alfred.
- I got it.
- Saul is upset.
So is Alfred.
What say we step outside and watch you undress? What say we don't! Ugh, another bar, no Kellerman.
This is ridiculous.
It's 1:00 in the morning.
We checked the boat, half the bars in Baltimore, and woke his folks up.
- Nice lady, Mike's mum.
- Now she'll stay up all night worrying.
No, she won't.
We'll find him.
- I'm beginning to doubt that.
- No.
Look.
Come on now! They gotta be someplace.
The question is where.
- Let's go home.
- Don't run out of gas on me now! - It's not last call.
- I don't know where else to look! We cover enough ground, and we're bound to find 'em.
- Is this how you solve your cases? - Basically.
- Where to now? - We hop in your car.
Oh, no! No! No! Wait! Wait! No! Come on, Mikey.
Where the hell are you? - Baltimore Sun.
- 'It's me again.
You there? ' Yes, I'm here.
- You check out what I told you? - 'Yeah.
' Listen, if you really saw the shooting, you ought to talk to Homicide.
Homicide police just finished kickin' down my mama's door.
- 'They're hunting my ass.
' - So it's you.
I burned him on some bakin' soda and laughed about it.
- I didn't think he'd come back on me.
- You were the shooter? You gotta help me.
You gotta tell people I didn't know.
- Yeah? - An Elizabeth Wu on line two.
- Wu? - Oui.
Giardello.
What happened? All right.
Come on down to the squad room.
We'll talk.
All right.
Hi, Mum.
I've been trying to phone you for hours.
Detective Lewis came by earlier.
What on earth are you wearing? Oh Oh, it's I can explain all this.
Is Dad asleep? What's going on, Michael? Something's wrong.
No, nothing wrong.
It's just I brought some guests.
Good Lord in heaven! Hey, Ma.
You got somethin' to eat? Babe Ruth's uniform? I won't even ask how you got your hands on it.
- You were always so reasonable, Ma.
- Maybe that's where I went wrong.
- Who wants another grilled cheese? - I definitely do.
Hi, Pop.
They're just having some sandwiches, then they'll leave.
- You know I don't want 'em here.
- Dad, it's been three years.
The more chances I give 'em, the bigger they screw up.
I hate to think what they did this time.
Probably killed somebody.
- No.
- What, then? Mike, I know you had trouble on the job.
- What's that gotta do with anything? - You've always been a good boy.
Bad enough I got two hoodlum sons.
Now get 'em outta here! I'll see ya.
See ya, Mum.
I better have some of these.
Wait up! Don't break the glass.
Bad alarm system.
We were gonna bring this uniform back.
- Sure you were.
- Hey, don't be sarcastic.
Then we could all go to Miami with a clean conscience.
You've got to have a conscience for it to be clean.
I will never understand how your mind works.
No, you won't, because you're a good boy.
- We're just hoodlums.
- You heard that? What am I? Deaf? All this emotion I may weep.
- You boys upset Saul.
- You hurt Alfred's eye.
You're gonna pay.
Put down the box.
- You're under arrest.
- Oh, yeah? By who? By me.
Baltimore Police.
Like we're supposed to believe he's a cop! - He's a cop.
- Show 'em your badge.
Where's my badge? Police! Drop the gun! Everything's under control, officers.
- Drop the gun! You're under arrest! - I can explain.
I'm a cop.
- Yeah, me, too.
- I'm the Chief of Police! Listen to me! - Show 'em your badge.
- Shut up! My name is Mike Kellerman.
I'm a Detective with the Homicide Unit.
Where is my damn badge? Where's my badge? - What? - I took it.
I took it.
- You took my badge? - Well, show it to 'em.
- I can't.
- Why not? - I left it at Mum's.
- You left it at Mum's? Brilliant.
Nice try, fellas.
Up against the wall.
Don't worry about us.
Watch them.
- Up against the wall! No talkin'! - Don't you guys know each other? Unbelievable.
Didn't you get enough from us yesterday, Wu? Well, well, well.
Elizabeth Wu, the town vulture.
- Is the Lieutenant around? - He's in his office with someone.
- I'll wait.
- Yeah.
Like all good vultures do.
- What's your problem? - I don't know what to think.
First, you write about a dead cop and I respect you.
Then, you tear the same cop's life down to the ground, and I hate your guts.
- So I don't know.
I'm conflicted.
- That makes the two of us.
Our friends in Calvert County want to know why their officer had to be dragged through the mud on this.
We can't keep the drug angle quiet.
She had an eye witness as a source.
Al, a reporter like this gets some sources, she's off to the races.
Listen, if you can't find a way to shut her down, I will.
Miss Wu Interesting article today.
I was just telling the Lieutenant how much I admire your work.
- Colonel, could ask you a question? - I'm sorry.
I've got to run.
Lieutenant.
- What did you wanna ask him? - Nothing.
A question was the quickest way to get him out of here.
Well, let's get the hell outta here.
- So you're hunting a suspect? - We are.
Meaning you've found some witnesses without any help from me.
We did.
So, er, what did they say happened? Close enough to what you had in the paper.
Cop buys drugs.
Cop gets burned.
Cop goes back on the street corner and gets shot.
Wait, but who fired first? Our witnesses say the suspect fired first.
Haybert fired his weapon in response.
I knew that stuff about it being self-defence was thin.
So he's your source? Look when I wrote that crap about it being self-defence, I thought I was dealing with a straight witness.
I was stupid.
I let myself get used.
Are you in contact with him? He thinks he'll be beaten if he surrenders.
He expects retaliation for killing a cop.
I can't speak for the department.
Look he's gotta come in.
Beating or no beating, he has no choice but to come in on this one.
- Hey.
- We gotta talk.
Down! Get down! Stop! The bitch set me up! Bitch, you set me up! Small world.
It's raunchy! Get off me, man! Get off me! - Hey.
- What are you doing here? Parker thought you might be shook up.
He wanted to know if you got any quotes.
No quotes.
He's disappointed, huh? You were supposed to stash your cop killer in a roll-top desk.
This is what we have.
The suspect is Emmanuel Bennett.
of North Pulaski Street.
What about the allegations of drug use? Conjecture.
What was printed in today's newspaper is unconfirmed.
I'd like to thank "The Baltimore Sun" and one reporter in particular, Elizabeth Wu, for assisting us in this matter.
She acted responsibly by providing information as to the suspect's whereabouts.
- Has bail been set? - That's all for now.
We'll be back with you with more details very soon.
Thank you.
- Mikey's in jail! - In the hoosegow! - On ice! - In the pokey! You think it's a big joke, don't you? No.
No, it's not.
Not at all.
Hey, man, you gonna tell us what's buggin' ya? What? Your partner says you're on vacation, and we get a few beers in you, and you're all tellin' us how your life is sucky, and then Dad talks about that thing about trouble.
- Come on.
He may be a moron - Hey! But I know something's buggin' you, man.
- I don't want to talk about it.
- We're your brothers.
Whatever is goin' on will clear up like a pimple when we get him to Miami.
- He's not goin' to Miami Beach.
- He is going to Miami.
Mike, you coming to Miami or what? I wouldn't go across the street with you.
- Told you.
- What? Give me one good reason why you're not comin'.
- "The Incredible Hulk".
- What's that supposed to mean? When I was six, the summer before second grade, you guys were nine and ten.
- And obsessed with Marvel comics.
- Who wasn't? And you geniuses came up with the brilliant idea to steal comic books from the store.
You made me come along with you.
You took "Spider-Man", and, what, you took "Silver Surfer".
- I grabbed "The Incredible Hulk".
- Good choice.
Except I couldn't sleep all night because I felt so guilty.
The next morning, what did I do? I told Mum and Dad.
Not about you, about me.
I got grounded for the weekend.
Of course, you did! Why did you tell 'em, dummy? Yeah, we went to the Orioles game.
Yeah, they won 6-5.
What does this have to do with you coming to Miami or not? How long is the charter business gonna last? - I dunno.
Four or five years.
- Don't kid yourself! Well, a couple weeks maybe.
If there's one thing that "The Incredible Hulk" taught me, it's that it's easier to be bad than be good.
It's a comic book.
Lighten up! Phone call from the governor! Hey, Mr Mike Kellerman.
- My main man, Meldrick! - Shut up.
- What happened? - You don't wanna know.
I do, because we've been lookin' around all night for your sorry ass.
- You don't have to worry about me.
- Excellent.
Let's go.
Let me outta here! - Come on.
Let us outta here.
- He's kiddin'.
- Get us outta here, please.
- What about Larry and Curly here? We're goin' with Princess here.
Are you kiddin' me? Larry and Curly should hang out for a little while.
- Maybe I'll come get you later.
- This can't be legal! Come on! Hey, you're kiddin', right? Mikey! Attica! You know, way back before this was a newspaper bar, it was a cop bar.
For a couple of years in the late '70s, there were cops and reporters in here together.
Hacks and cops buying each other drinks? - It sounds apocalyptic.
- Listen I'm sorry about Barnfather.
- I didn't see it coming.
- Why did he do it to me? Well, you're a good reporter.
You're covering the department.
And therefore you're a pain in the ass.
Well, not any more.
My editor's pissed.
Thinks I led you to my source.
Well, you did.
He thinks I did it on purpose.
- Where do we go from here? - I don't know.
I'll get sent to the sticks to write obits and zoning board hearings for a few months, and then he forgives me, and I'll come back to the police beat.
God! First day's story, I made a hero out of a bad cop.
Next day's story, I quoted a cop killer as if he was an impartial witness.
What I put in print on this story, you gotta figure this girl couldn't track an elephant in a snowstorm! I'm a better reporter than that.
- What are you drinkin'? - Vodka tonic.
- After today, you owe me a round.
- Sounds good.
Says there the O's might trade Mussina next year.
Don't believe everything you read in the newspaper.
Yeah.
Well, it's your last chance to come with us, little sister.
- You still headed to Miami? - Miami, maybe Memphis.
We can get a good deal on an Elvis corset.
- I think I'll pass.
- Yeah, of course, you will.
- Well, let's hit the road.
- Hey, thanks.
- I love you, man.
- Hey! - All right, all right! - Enough cheap sentiment.
Can I get my helmet? - I thought All right.
OK.
- Thanks.
And my badge? Sometime today, girls.
- There you go.
- Thanks.
And here.
Here's a little somethin' to get you started.
- What is this? - $155.
- Wow.
- I pawned my watch.
- We will pay you back.
- Thanks a lot, man.
- Go to hell.
- You can bet on it.
- I really appreciate it.
- I love you, man.
'And it's a long fly ball headed deep to right field.
'Lf it stays fair it could be Yes! It's gone! A home run! 'Babe Ruth has hit his 60th home run, 'breaking the all-time home run record! '