The Wire s01e10 Episode Script

The Cost

This is the second time this week I had to pay for a sitter 'cause he was workin' late.
With all that money he make, you can afford it.
What's up, Bubs? Hey.
There you go.
- What you got? - I got some starters.
My fault, A.
- Should've never left you alone, homie.
- No, shit.
Man, you ain't pull up when you did, I'm gone.
Listen, what I want to know is how we fucking come back on this cocksucker? We don't.
Not now.
You feel me? Listen, Stringer, your advice was good advice you know what I'm saying? I wanna let you know that.
What I want you to do now is put the word out there.
I want you to let him know we willing to squash this, if he is.
And then what the fuck if he ain't? No, this nigger live in the town, too.
He gonna listen, if we parley.
And then when he creep out of his hole, and shit.
- Boom.
- Okay.
- Smoke him.
- Say no more, got you.
- Put that out there, yo.
- All right.
About them police, though, they was on your ass after the game? Yeah, man, it was like two cars.
See, if they on you, then they got a name.
If they got a name, then they know you got no license.
But they don't want no traffic charges, you know what I'm saying? They don't want no humble shit.
I think they was trying to see where I might go.
Where the fuck was you gonna take their asses? I was taking them to the barbershop.
I was going to get a haircut.
Get a fade? I know, B, but these motherfuckers are on us.
They always have been on us, we just gotta be careful.
You not been talking on any phones.
And you not been touching any drugs.
And from now on, you are not doing the money runs.
Me and Bey, we gonna take care of that shit until this whole thing cool off.
- Let me get that pager.
- What's up, you serious? Serious.
I'm gonna get you a New York supply number only.
Any of these motherfucking local cats wanna talk to you, they gotta talk to me.
We gotta build a wall around you, B.
Another month on a fresh phone? They ripped out the pay phones in the low-rises.
Now they're walking a block or two.
How much longer until you bring this case in? The quicker you can the better for everybody.
Yourself included.
Look at this.
Judge Gwynn sends his regrets.
He can't make lunch.
Like I suddenly got the plague.
There's your new phone.
30 days.
A few weeks ago, when Burrell wanted to take down the wire you were the one breaking off on his ass.
Jimmy, there's a lady here.
Rhonda talks more trash than both of us, Your Honor.
I have never been anything other than ladylike, Your Honor.
Detective McNulty is going out of his way to insult an officer of the court.
- McNulty, I hold you in contempt.
- Who doesn't? What's with him? - You haven't heard? - No.
- What's wrong with the picture? - Don't know.
- Phelan isn't in it.
- What, he's up for election? I thought judges had 15-year terms.
They do, but Phelan was named to finish Halpern's term which only had two years left.
So he has to run on his own in the primary.
What, he's not on the ticket? Why the fuck not? Maybe it's the company he keeps.
No, see, you ain't thinking about how much room the baby gonna need.
Specially when he get to growing 'cause there are things we got to have.
Like a real crib, a play desk and you know, he got to have one of them Little Tikes cars.
I'm not saying your place ain't nice enough 'cause for you, it do just fine, but if we gonna be a family we need at least one more room, if not two.
So you add the bedroom set, a nice bedroom set like the one they got down at that baby store on Howard Street, and that's a room right there.
And I think we might get some better furniture and put your stuff in the other bedroom like it was a den 'cause the sofa you got seen better days I think you know that much.
Dee, where you goin' at? I told you I need money for the new bedroom set.
Dee! - Why you holler at me? - Yo, man, we getting down to it.
I get to you when I get to you.
That's the main stash house.
Say what? The incoming call is the guy who runs the main stash for Barksdale's people.
- Who is he? - We don't know.
So, y'all are just guessing he's on the stash, right? No, he's on it.
Lester was checking the logs when he picked up the pattern.
Every time they get down to the ends on a package somebody in the tower hits that pager number.
Then, within a half-hour every fucking time a call comes back to the tower pay phone from that number in Pimlico.
Which is? It's a pay phone at a Mondo Mart in Reisterstown on Cold Spring Lane.
You see it now? When the supply gets low, they page this mope who always calls back from a pay phone way the fuck out in north-west.
Same phone, same pattern.
So y'all think that he's taking the re-up order and that the stash is somewhere near the Mondo Mart, right? - You are on it, Detective Sydnor.
- Okay, so what do you do with this? What do we do? We're gonna be sittin' on that phone in Pimlico all day and night waitin' on Mr.
Mondo Mart.
- Herc, too.
- Herc's out this whole week.
- In-service training.
- That's too bad.
So, instead of three eight-hour shifts, you two are gonna have to pull 12 hours.
Just fucking kill me now.
- Heard from Omar? - Nope.
I'm gonna go try to scare him up.
Where you gonna be? Everyone on the wire keeps talking about how this kid's all tore up about the dead stickup boy.
- I'm gonna see for myself.
- All right.
- You need us, we're on the radio.
- Okay.
Hey, what up, man? This first time, I can go four ounces of rock but hey, if the shit is right, then next time I can step that up.
Almost ain't worth it for four.
Just this first go-round.
You do right by me, I'll turn around and come back on it.
Where your money at, man? We good.
So, where the shit at? Ain't nobody been there but you.
Nobody came in my house but you.
Nobody but you.
You're the only person that came in my house.
So, what you got goin' for you? Ain't got nothing left, burnt it away.
Family? Mother dead.
Father, who the fuck know.
Brothers, sisters? A sister, she lets me stay in the basement but she lock the door so I can't go upstairs.
About the best she can do for me.
Got a kid, a son.
Imagine me bringing life into the world.
- What's his name? - Keyshawn.
His mother took him up Jersey way, said I wasn't fit to be with the boy.
- I didn't disagree.
- Well at least you got your health.
Here's to health.
I got the bug.
Had it since '94.
Gave that shit to my old lady.
Worried about passing it on to my baby girl.
No, I was spared that at least.
Damn, how do you carry it? - You ask her forgiveness? - Of course.
- What she say? - What she needed to say.
Look, forgiveness from other folks is good but ain't nothing but words coming at you from outside.
You wanna kick this shit, you got to forgive your own self.
Love yourself some, brother.
And then drag your sorry ass to some meetings.
- Meetings? - What the fuck you wanna hear? That you're strong enough to do this by yourself? Getting clean's the easy part.
Now comes life.
It's this one here with the orange cord coming out of the back.
They're pirating juice from the other house.
You fucking gotta be kidding me.
Now I'm policing for BGE? They're not there yet, but when this kid here posts, snatch him up.
Park our asses outside this shit-hole and wait for some little project yo to raise up? Mrs.
McNulty raised no fools.
Four Faidley's crabcakes in the bag Faidley's? You all right, McNulty.
I don't care what all them other fucks downtown say about you.
Our friend wants to meet.
Same spot.
- Copy that, 15 minutes.
- What's the deal with the yo-boy? - What'd he do? - Stumbled into my world.
- Five minutes, come on.
- I have to go.
- Shardene.
- I said, I have to go.
- I can't have five minutes? - No, not right now.
Fuck! How close did you get? Y'all be chalking that nigger if Wee Bey ain't pop up at the last second like Remember when we last talked? You were gonna lay back, let us work our case.
I said, I'd do what I can.
Still, I thought I might let y'all know Avon's people got in contact talking about they want to end the beef.
- They offered me some kind of amnesty.
- Amnesty? Look, I chill out on the manhunt and stop hitting them in the head for their product, they gonna call off the bounty.
Take the truce, Omar.
I might, if they ain't trying to play me.
- They said they want to parley on it.
- Parley? Look, I don't know, man, but right now I need some assistance from y'all.
Yo, son, I go to the ER, and word get back to Avon you know he gonna have his henchmen waiting in the parking lot for me.
Look, I know y'all friendly with a couple of doctors, right? Right? He says he can buy weight.
Says he runs with some decent-size locals.
- Like who? - Avon, something Barksdale.
Avon Barksdale? Run it through the DECS and HIDA.
See what comes back.
I'm gonna check around, see if anybody's working these names you gave us.
If you full of shit, pal, I'm gonna know it quick.
But what happens to me while you checking? Eager Street.
City jail, motherfucker.
Blue came home last week.
I ain't seen him since.
I can't believe it.
- Damn, Carv, you's triflin'.
- Yeah, I admit it, I'm disgusting.
Cheese puffs and fucking Ring-Dings? Yeah.
- Yeah.
- The big fuck from the high-rise - what's his name? - Little Man.
- Yeah, him.
- All right.
- Yo.
- Be ready, we're on it.
Look at this pretty motherfucker.
Too fucked up to drive home, McNulty? Hey, Bunk.
Kid gave us a murder.
More than that, he's put in Stringer Bell.
Yeah? Picks out Wee-Bey, Bird and Stinkum from photo arrays.
Puts them all up at the Greek's the night they grab up Omar's boy, Brandon.
Puts Bell in the truck, too.
Says, "Stringer told me to point out the stickup boy.
" - Jeez, what do you have over him? - Not a fucking thing.
Kid was ready, barely had to push him.
- Whose case? - Norris's.
- How old? -16.
Lives in a shit-hole vacant over on Argyle.
When I grab him up, I swear he's halfway into a nod.
Using? When they kill the stickup boy the fuckers dump the body in the alley behind where this kid and all the other low-rise hoppers lay their heads.
Can you imagine? All he can think about.
You tell him he's gonna have to testify? Not yet, we'll get there.
Problem is, what do we do with him now? - Yeah.
- Big boy picking up.
- You holler at me, right? - Where you at, man? We on our way down.
First thing tomorrow, man.
- Yeah? - It's him, stay on it.
All right.
I didn't do nothing, man, get me outta here.
The 2-2, grounded slowly towards third, and it gets through at the last moment.
Where my phone call at? Suzuki's at the plate, here's the pitch.
Line drive, up the middle, a base hit for Suzuki.
Suzuki's very patient at the plate.
Yeah, man, it's me.
Guess who's up in here.
Pimpin' - ass Orlando, from the club.
- So, how long you been slingin'? - Since I was, maybe, 12.
And how long were you with Barksdale's crew in the low-rises? With D'Angelo? Not long.
He came down from the towers at the beginning of the summer.
Before that I worked for Ronnie Mo.
D'Angelo ever talk to you about what happened in the 221 building with Pooh getting shot? How about anything else like that? - Like what? - Killings, murders.
He say anything about a girl getting shot in an apartment up on the Eastside? He- No, Dee, he was good to me.
He all right.
But D'Angelo, he was who you called that night when you saw the stickup boy at the Greek's, right? Yeah, but he didn't go up there.
It was mostly those tower boys.
And Stringer.
You said Stringer was in the truck.
He called you over, asked you to point out the stickup boy.
All of it corroborated by the beeper logs and the pen registers from the project pay phones.
Stinkum's dead.
We've already got Bird for the Gant killing.
- This ties them all in.
- D'Angelo, too.
Maybe, but since he didn't show at the Greek's he tells the jury he didn't see the murder coming.
It's enough to charge him, anyway.
Parents? Alcoholic mother.
In the wind, no fixed address.
Says he's got a grandmother on the Eastern Shore but he hasn't seen her in years.
- How about a hotel room? - On whose dime? No way the Deputy approves the manpower to stash a 16-year-old much less the room service.
McNulty, Line 2.
How about you run this up to front office? See if the state's attorney will kick in.
He's a kid, Cedric.
Even if we clear the money, do you really wanna put a juvenile in a hotel for six months waiting on a trial date? I think you all need to get with Grandma down on the shore.
Now? She's doing this right now? They don't have to set a hearing date or something like that? Christ, yeah, okay.
I fuckin' need a fuckin' lawyer.
What? Still, you can see that they got the security bars and look there.
Cameras that see over the yard out to the street.
And I checked with Verizon, there's no phone service at that address.
That's a telltale right there.
So what? We try to write a warrant for this place, right? Right? - What are you seeing? - No pattern, really.
Except this cluster of old storefronts and warehouses on the west side of downtown.
Around Paca, Utah, Howard Street, mostly.
- Storefronts? - Vacants, usually.
Three different holding companies.
- Detective Pryzbylewski.
- What? You have a gift for the paper trail.
Tomorrow calls for some street work, though.
Are you street ready? You know the Lieutenant has me in-office.
I don't have my gun until the grand jury.
- You won't need one.
- On the street? No gun? No gun.
Not for this.
Furthermore, Mr.
McNulty, having utilized his sons in an act of police work involving a criminal suspect actually lost track of them in a crowded municipal market.
This is simply unacceptable, Your Honor.
Be that as it may, an emergency ex parte order is an extraordinary request, Mr.
You actually want me to limit visitations to afternoons only, and you want Mrs.
McNulty present at all visitations? Come on.
It is not a single lapse, Judge.
McNulty has time and again failed to properly care for the children when they're in his custody.
I have a list of recent events, Your Honor, that justify an order.
Pearlman, you have a response you'd like to offer up here? Nope.
Nothing? If this were possession with intent, I'd be a prosecutor with a plan.
But a domestic order hearing? Your Honor, I'm officially clueless.
In fact, as an employee of the state, I should not actually be here.
All right, listen up, people before you have me make a ruling on an emergency petition everybody here just needs to take a deep breath.
Literally, come on.
Now, then, is Mr.
McNulty capable of having a civil conversation with Mrs.
McNulty? Yes, Your Honor.
And is Mrs.
McNulty equally capable of having a conversation with Mr.
McNulty? - Yes.
- Good, then I'm going to lunch.
Let's see when I return if we can't busy this court with something just a little more engaging than the problems of the McNultys.
Look, the charge is on me.
I understand that, I'll carry that.
But the least our people can do is throw down a little something to pay the bondsman.
That's the deed of transfer for the club.
The other thing is a license transfer application for the liquor board.
They're both backdated and notarized for last week.
What? A front has to be clean.
And right now, you ain't that.
I want my bail paid.
You send me a bondsman, I'll sign.
Is that what you want me to tell him? That I asked you to sign and you wouldn't? You wanted to be in the game, right? Now you're in the game.
You show up with her? Elena, you went for an emergency ex parte.
I grabbed whatever lawyer was standing around.
She was standing? Ask her if she wants the pictures back.
Let's see, I've got her at the restaurant with you pulling out her chair.
I've got her at the motel parking lot with you opening the car door for her because you're such a fucking gentleman now.
I can't believe you hired Buckman.
Son of a bitch never made a case that counted.
He caught your cheating ass.
Elena, why are we here? Because you can't have Sean and Michael around criminals.
You can't lose them in a Baltimore market.
That's why.
He wasn't a criminal.
I know the guy.
It was a game we were playing.
It was daylight on a crowded street.
They could've been following Al Capone.
It would've been fine.
Look, Elena, these are my sons.
I love them.
Do you hear, I love them.
I'm not gonna let them get hurt.
I love you, too.
Still do.
Does she know about the detective and the pictures? No, why would I tell her about that? And are the two of you still No.
A little.
Come on, let's make nice for the judge.
We know we have a month more to go and we're not gonna let up.
We are going to raise more, we are going to spend more and on Election Day, we are going to be out there pushing the vote in every precinct.
You ready? Come on, we'll get dinner first.
Ain't so hungry.
Come on.
How much were you using? I'm asking if you're gonna be sick in my car.
A cap now and then.
You just snorting? You'll be all right in a day or two.
Come on.
This nigger coming or what, man? Said he would, if I guaranteed a parley.
And I'm here on it.
Of course, he said you would be paying my fee rather than his own self.
Your fee? I'm doing like one of them marriage counselors.
Charge by the hour to tell some fool he need to bring some flowers home.
Then charge another hour telling the bitch she ought to suck some cock every little once and a while.
To keep a marriage strong like that.
Speaking of cocksuckers.
- Don't believe we met.
- Proposition Joe.
You ever steal from me, I kill your whole family.
All right.
You all both here on my guarantee, so respect that shit and say what you feel.
I'm up out of here.
I got a man who say he gonna give you your life back.
Who, Barksdale? My man say, "Tell that motherfucker that "if he can find a way not to dip in our pockets "we're gonna call this shit even.
" You all aced Bailey, and what you did to my boy? So, y'all think after what you did to Brandon we supposed to find some even on this? I don't know shit about shit, all right? I'm just the messenger.
Whatever, man.
You know there's dead on both sides, right? And there's gonna be a whole lot more if this beef keep up.
But the truth be told, there be more soldiers on one half than the other.
You know what I'm saying? Look here, son, you tell Barksdale that he's been paid back for what he did to my peoples.
But as for his product, a man's got to earn a living, you know? I don't know nobody called Barksdale, B.
The man I'm talking about can't have his shit taken like that.
That won't do.
All right, tell him to throw me some cash then, and we'll see About $5,000 or $10,000.
You know what I mean, for my retirement, homes.
- $5,000 ifyou can keep quiet about it.
- Send my money through Joe, man.
You go through Joe, you're not gonna see $2,000 of that.
- Why don't you tell my man where you at- - No.
We gonna figure something else out, you hear? I'll be in touch, homes.
How careful is Stringer Bell? "I don't know no one named Barksdale.
" Shit.
Still, we got him tied to the Brandon killing.
That can be enough for one day's work.
Did what I could for y'all.
You sure, right? Yeah, I spent a summer here when I was nine.
When was the last time they saw you? When I was nine.
- What's that? - What? That noise.
It's crickets.
- Cricket.
- Crickets.
- He try to go in my pockets again? - This nigger is talking about $5,000, B.
What's up, baby? Antwon said to bring these up.
You want anything else? No, we cool.
I'm saying though, how we supposed to pay that? He talking about going through Joe, but I'm like, fuck Joe.
Thank you, you know what I mean? You look good and your services are appreciated.
Keep them tips, I hope you making them, baby.
Make the motherfucker come down to the towers to get the rest of his money, know what I'm saying? If he's stupid enough to come to the towers, he gonna get got.
It's a wrap.
How we supposed to pay that? All right.
Y'all think you can hang, but, look.
No, you see, I went to journalism school.
All right? Northwestern.
So you all can't stay with me on this Girl, you talking like you some crusty old reporter.
- Excuse me? - Bitch, you work at a TV station.
It's the same thing, all right? Look, come on, stop talking.
Here we go.
- Bring it.
- Come on, Kima.
I gotta work tomorrow.
Candy ass.
That's all I have to say.
- Okay, you see? - I'm with you.
All right.
Look at Tanya.
And she run a damn art gallery.
You see, police in this town ain't about shit.
- Guess not.
- Thank you.
Can't hold a liquor.
Can't hold a donut.
And if you ask me, I guess we ain't good in bed, either.
Don't go there, Officer.
Don't go there.
Kima, how did you know you wanted to be a cop? I mean, how did you choose that? When you were little, did you think about it at all, or Come on, Kima.
I remember when I was in the Northeast, still field-training as a cadet.
I didn't know if I was gonna stick with it or not.
And then we got this one call.
We chased this purse-snatcher up into these apartments.
I got separated from my FTO.
Shit, I ain't even no police yet.
You know, I'm just a trainee.
And I'm alone.
Anyway, I mean, I don't know how, but I find the guy.
So I catch him and I hold on to him and I manage to get to my radio.
We in the middle of this parking lot and we're rolling around and this motherfucker's steady kicking my ass trying to get away.
I look over and I see these black patents and these uniform blue pants.
I look up and it's Charlie Smoot Charlie fucking Smoot.
You know, this guy's a legend.
He looks down at me and he smiles, you know real quiet-like.
And he drops his cuffs.
He says, "Here you go, rook.
" That's all he says.
"Here you go, rook.
" And then he dropped the bracelets and walked away.
I mean, I know you don't like it.
But shit, I was proud.
God damn.
Lester says we ain't gonna write a warrant on this place.
- How do we not with all this PC? - We're on the main stash, right? Why would we kick the door in when all we have to do is park a van down the street follow the entire Westside drug supply in and out of the place? We're gonna start picking up pieces of Barksdale's world we never even knew about.
Been hell looking for you people.
What the hell's the name of this unit anyway? Shit, Kima in the house.
What's up, Wig? State police, CID, out of Pikesville.
Name of Troy Wiggins, but pay no attention to the man because he about 90-95% pure bullshit.
Kima, she just talk like that because I had her when she was good.
Shit, you the ugly-ass motherfucker turned me the other way.
Shit, all right.
Here's the thing, boys and girls.
I'm doing a reverse buy-down in Arundel, right? And I get this Westside asshole nibbling on four ounces, right? - A whole four ounces? - I know, he ain't much, but I get him in the boat and he starts flopping around saying he can buy weight from some motherfucker, name of Barksdale.
I never heard of no Barksdale.
But I put the name into DECS.
And the computer has Avon Barksdale entered as an active Baltimore city target.
So I go down to City Narcotics, and Dawson, he sends me down here to see y'all.
So what's the name of your fish? Wendell O.
, as in oh-shit-I-tried-to-buy from-a-state-police Blocker.
That wouldn't be Wendell "Orlando" Blocker, would it? Yeah.
You on it.
They keep that back room locked.
And even if I do get back there on an errand, then they kind of shut down.
They get real quiet.
You said you heard one say something about making someone come into the towers.
- Yeah.
- Which one was talking? He was tall, I think.
All right, but who else was there? I don't really see that well without my glasses.
Where are your glasses? You can't see faces without those? You don't wear those while you're working, do you, darlin'? Would you? I gotta live off drinks and tips.
- No way.
- Why not? Because a player wouldn't be the name on the liquor license.
He'd have a connect for Barksdale's coke.
He wouldn't walk into state troopers.
He got a charge and now he's talking out his ass.
You're never gonna get Avon or Stringer in the same room as the dope.
- We make this case on their voices alone.
- So maybe he can't buy from Barksdale.
Maybe he can only buy from Savino or Wee-Bey.
Fuck him, then.
We already got Wee-Bey tied to a murder, and Savino's the runt of the litter.
We can take what Orlando gives us about the club.
The money laundering, maybe, or the girls.
For that kind of cooperation, I'll drop a few years and call it fair.
- Daniels in here? - Yeah.
Call from Deputy Commissioner for you.
You want it in here? No.
He doesn't miss much.
- I need some help here.
- Come on, Bubs.
You got me coming across town in the middle of a fucked-up workday just so you can hold $10, that shit ain't right.
Hold on, I don't need $10, okay? I don't know.
I need a place of my own.
All right? Some bed, some sheets, some clothes.
I definitely need some new clothes.
How long you been clean? Three days.
You serious about it? Who knows? What the fuck am I gonna do with a clean informant? Did you think about that? All right, I'm on it with you.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
What the fuck, give me some love.
Okay, I mean, I think I can get, you know, a mattress, my own place everything for like a couple hundred dollars.
All right.
We'll talk.
I gotta be somewhere tonight, so hit me on my page tomorrow.
Tomorrow? I got you.
- The cooperator says he can buy weight.
- Not from Barksdale or Bell.
How can you be sure? How much dope or coke do you think gets Avon Barksdale into the room? A kilo? 2 kilos? 20 kilos? We are not going to buy our way up the ladder here.
These people do not touch the drugs.
They don't go near the drugs.
The wire is what gives us Barksdale.
It gives us the whole crew.
Day by day, piece by piece.
Buy-bust, Lieutenant.
It's what I asked you for months ago.
It's what we do successfully time and again to make these cases.
Why New York? Must be something happening out there.
Too big a town, you know what I mean? - You don't believe in the truce? - That's why I asked for that money.
If he had said, "We ain't paying, just be happy to live" I'd have been like, they keeping it real.
But he say, come on down for $5,000.
I'm, like, man, please.
Look here, homes, I ain't asked for much, but I'm a little light on traveling money.
I'm saying, I could go around the block and get myself paid, but I'm thinking.
You keep in touch with my pager.
We're gonna need you for the Gant trial.
Go easy, Omar.
Stay free.
You be picking me up outside the cut-rate on Lex and Fulton.
I be up there after 10.
:00, right? That'll work.
Listen up, people.
We've got $30,000 in buy money, courtesy of our friends over at DEA.
But the thing is, they can't have that money walking on them.
Definitely not.
So Kima will be in the car for the buy, fronting as our Cl's girl.
Looking the part, too.
Now, where's your weapon gonna be? He might pat me, so it has to stash in the car.
I figure when Savino gets in the car at the cut-rate I'll be going in back.
It'll be up under the rear seat.
And we probably can't be close enough for an eyeball on this but the car will be a live wire.
And Kima will be throwing us I only want to remind Mr.
Blocker here that his plea agreement is contingent on cooperation.
And a buy-bust on Savino Bratton is less cooperative than a buy-bust from someone higher up on the food chain.
If you can get Savino talking about Avon or Stringer that's better for us and better for you.
They already know that he got jacked on a reverse buy, right? - Why wouldn't they assume he's snitching? - I need money for a lawyer, right? That's the story.
He got popped and now he needs to get right back into it to pay the bondsman and the lawyer.
All right.
Let's make this work.
That's my career you're holding there.
- You got a unit? - Parked in the mezzanine.
- Give me the keys, man.
- No, I'm driving, motherfucker.
Come on, man.
Death row here.
Ain't up.
Death row.
My girl.
Half the money's hers.
Baby, since we going down North Avenue stop by the carry-out so I can pick me up some cigarettes.
They're going up North, stay loose.
It's too loud.
Does any unit have the eyeball? Negative, 11-35.
Come on, Greggs, tell us where the fuck you are.
Pull in there.
- What? - Pull in there.
Don't fuck with this count.
I'll be right back with your shit.
Where are we? That sign said Longwood, but I could swear this was Warwick.
Hoppers be turning the sign poles to fuck with you all.
I make it we're on the north side of Warwick, in an alley I don't know, shit.
Half a block west of Longwood, maybe? I hope you all copy that.
Yeah, that puts us about eight blocks away.
I'm pushing in a little closer.
All units be advised.
Warwick near Longwood in the north side alley.
Or near that 20.
This got the right feel for you? You creeping closer? He better not be long, because I don't know where the stash is and if they dragging us all over this part of town- - What's that? - What? Something ain't right.
- What? - Shit ain't right.
You snitching motherfucker.
Signal 13, signal 13! Gunshots Gunshots.
Go city-wide.
Signal 13.
Warwick near Longwood, officer down.
Two males, black hoodie, both of them, one is- Signal 13, Warwick, near Longwood, in the alleys.
Check the alleys Northside, 2800 block.
We got an officer down, she's a number one, female undercover.
Unit 833, bearing east on is responding.
Does anyone have a visual? - Foxtrot.
- What are we looking for? We can't find the officer down.
We need Foxtrot looking for a green Lincoln Town Car with a brown vinyl roof, parked in those alleys.
Foxtrot en route, 3-1-4.
Visual, rear even-side of Warwick and Longwood.
Signal 13, signal 13.
Officer down.
SUV, west on Warwick, make the next right.
Be advised, no movement at scene.
In here.
Call for a medic.
We got an officer down, we need a medic.
Where the fuck is the medic? Signal 13, we got an officer down.
Do we have a description? Any unit on scene? Do you have a description of the suspect? That's a 10-47.

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