We Own This City (2022) s01e03 Episode Script
Part Three
- How's it going, John?
- I'm okay, Tom.
How is it, being detailed to the FBI? - It's been interesting.
- Yeah, I'll bet.
He's all yours.
- How are you holding up? - I'm having the time of my life.
It's fucking jail, what do you think? I'm so fucked.
- I can't believe this shit is happening.
- You're going to have to feed them.
That's your only hole-card left.
- Yeah, well I can't - Can't or you won't? Look, you aren't just a city cop in cuffs, you're a cop detailed to the federal drug task force, and this is a federal case.
And you aren't just a lone cop among others, you were the supervisor of a unit that went bad.
They're going to make an example of you.
You got to cooperate.
Shit, man.
I just can't.
They're going to blame you, Tom.
You built that unit, man by man.
You can go in now, Detective.
Close the door, Danny, have a seat.
This about that rap song? Look, I don't give a shit that some gangster rapper doesn't like you.
But the fact is, we've gotten a lot of complaints about you stacking up over in the Eastern District.
And we're not gonna hold it against you that you do the kind of police work that brings complaints.
We just need to lower the temperature a bit, cool things off.
So, we're pulling you out of the Eastern for a while.
- Pulling me out? - You're being reassigned.
You're going citywide, Danny.
I'm not putting you on the shelf, I'm sending you to Gun Trace Task Force.
Welcome to the squad, Danny.
Congratulation, you're going to do big things.
All right! - Back up! - Back up! Baltimore is a poster child for the basic failure to stop lawlessness.
No justice, no peace! I have heard your calls for no justice, no peace Where there's smoke, there's fire.
These officers, they're 1930-style gangsters.
Again, this is the federal system.
No parole, only good time.
If you get 15 or 20 years, you're going to do 13 or 18 of it.
As your attorney, I'm advising you that Racketeering, conspiracy, Tom, they got you on a 10,000-dollar robbery.
What can you tell me about that? The Kitmore road stop.
Gondo put us up on that one.
Davon Robinson, street name, "Wooda.
" Why are you so sold on this shitbird? I came up around here and people I know be saying that boy Wooda be getting it, - that Wooda jamming so - "Wooda"? I "Wooda" took a big shit if I knew we'd be out here this long.
You do take some nasty motherfuckers, too.
I was thinking if you stop consuming so much food, - then maybe less would come out.
- Check this out.
After lunch yesterday, Hersl went into the can at The Barn and made a captain.
- Hell, no.
- I had so much of that pit beef, - I went in there and made a colonel.
- Yeah.
Hey, that's that nigga right there.
Game time, baby.
- There he go.
- Let's roll.
A wiretap on a police officer's phone.
I didn't want to believe it either, Your Honor, but here we are.
And what we've already heard from Gondo on the Shropshire wiretap justifies going up on his mobile phone.
We've got him on numerous calls.
More than justifies it.
Your Honor, if I may.
You two are opening up a two-gallon can of shit with this.
Let me ask you this on this, as speculation.
How far up the chain of command do you think this goes? We don't know.
Well, if you need anything further, I'm here.
Thank you.
- Thank you.
- Good luck.
What the fuck was that, Davon? Led us on a motherfucking car chase, man.
It's because your shit dirty, right? I mean, you do know - your license is suspended, right? - What? What the fuck are we going to find in that car? Just tell me.
What's in there? Look, I don't know what you're talking about.
Man, my license is good, - I pulled right over - No, you did not pull right over.
You made us go on a fucking car chase, Davon.
And I fuckin hate car chases, man.
Soon as I saw your lights, I pulled over.
Man, you all on some bullshit.
We on some bullshit? Fuck out of here.
You know what? You're going to have plenty of time to think about this shit down in booking, all right? And watch who the fuck you talking to like that.
You know who the fuck we are? - You know who the fuck you talking to? - Relax.
Relax, man.
Where you working at? They hirin'? Can you give them my resume? You seem like a good guy.
I tell you what, just give us that gun, and we'll take care of you.
Take care of me? What gun? Man, I don't know what you talking about.
Look, my tags are good.
Just let my girl come grab the car.
All our baby stuff is in there, man.
She's going to need it.
You're right, your tags are good.
I'm really trying my best here to look out for you.
So since you don't have a gun, your words, not mine, you won't mind if we go back to your place and have a little look-see, right? - But are you getting cooperation? - Cooperation? - Are people in town talking to you? - Depends on who I'm talking to.
I tried to talk to Daniel Hersl about the complaints he's received over the years.
- What did he have to say? - Not much.
Just that he's just doing his job, that complaints are the proof of that.
Well, problematic to say, but to some extent, that happens to be true.
A cop who goes on the street and uses his cuffs will get some complaints.
A housecat behind some desk? No complaints.
For Hersl alone, the Board of Estimates has paid out in settlements over Hersl is a mess! If I get another sustained case from IAD, he's gone.
Just like Laronde.
Believe me.
I'm not defending Hersl here, or anyone for that matter and Look, DOJ has a job to do here, and I've told you, I'm not adverse to the idea of a consent decree.
The more you understand the situation, the better for everyone.
Well, thank you, but having done what I do for as long as I have, I'm not expecting people in your department to volunteer what I need to know.
Everyone you command is on the defensive when they talk to me.
Understood.
And the presumption is that, I couldn't possibly understand their job, or what they're facing, or what is possible or what's not.
Well, Baltimore is an extraordinarily violent and drug-involved city.
Do you think that's entirely unfair? If the job requires some of the things I've already seen and already heard, then I think it's fair to question what these people think the job is.
I took this position in a department that has fundamental problems that haven't been addressed in years.
And now, the mayor, who gave me the job is leaving office in November, and I don't know who I'm working for.
Meanwhile, I got a State's Attorney who is showboating the Freddie Gray case and has lost the support of my rank-and-file.
I have a police union that fights every change, and I got a job I have a job that changes hands every year.
So, anyone I try to charge or discipline can say, "Screw him, he'll be gone in six months.
" But telling you all of this I still want to turn this department around.
Two Baker 12, 10-31, B&E in progress And what's your name, little girl? Clean down here.
Hey! Any luck up there? Yeah, man.
Found a loaded pistol.
Pretty lil' Ruger.
Don't say anything.
- Daddy? - Baby girl, everything's going to be okay.
- What you got? Any cash? - No, just a gun.
Check out the dresser.
- You good, Sarge? - Keep looking.
It's got to be somewhere.
Yeah.
Shit.
Hey! Gun number two.
Yeah, niggas! That's what the fuck I'm talking about, boy.
Quit playing with us.
And he shaved the serial numbers off.
Look at this shit.
Hey, take the guns downstairs.
Let him see that shit.
Ten-four.
Bet.
Here is the ammo.
Get into it.
Yeah, boy! Shit, we found not one, but two motherfucking guns! Ain't nothing in the back room.
You? No, nothing so far.
Nothing else up here, you all ready? On the Kitmore Road raid, what you took, did you spread that money around? I got greedy on that one.
I kept it all.
Maybe that's why the feds know.
Your co-defendants are talking.
Is Kesha with Kesha? Bro, tell her to tell Kesha to hit me up.
- Is that the girl with the fat ass? - Tell her to give her my number.
That's the one I showed you a picture of.
- Damn.
- Hey, nigga.
Quit playing! Hold on, hold on, baby.
One second.
Hey, order me a six-piece combo with a Sprite, Sarge.
Give me a six-piece-combo-with-Sprite money.
Sarge, I'm almost done with this Davon Robinson report.
- Take the money, nigga.
- Yo.
Did we get any cash out that joint? How much money should I put down? - Money? - Yeah.
Can you add on a six-piece combo with a Sprite to that, sweetheart? - He trying to torment me with that.
- Sarge, Davon Robinson report.
- You talking about money from our raid? - Yes.
Yes.
Here's your money right here.
How much do you want? So, this weird shit.
Sarge, I'm just saying.
- How much do you want? - Should I put down zero or what? Come on, man, if I came across some money, you'd have known about it, man.
I always fucking share.
Ain't that right, Danny? Yeah, the Sergeant always likes to spread it around.
- Like fertilizer.
- You heard him, fertilizer.
Like Gondo's girl's ass.
Hey, shut your ass up.
You wouldn't even know what to do with all this ass.
You're still on the phone with her? My bad.
Yeah, you heard? - Board's getting full of drug players.
- But no other cops yet.
Aside from Gondo.
Speaking of which.
Look, baby, I'm sorry, lot of dumb shit going on at work.
You there? Men make time for what they want to make time for.
Shit, you been reading them woman magazines again.
Look, girl - Is that our guy? - Yeah, he's all the way in the dog house with his girlfriend.
Missed date night, again.
I got to mark this down as a non-pertinent, but before I do, listen to some of this ball-busting.
Baby, do you even know what it means to be in a motherfucking war? - We at war with half the damn city.
- The shit you talk For real, we bringing in guns.
We snatching drugs, one case to the next.
And I'm keeping you with all the court pay and overtime and working my ass off - To hear him tell it, he's a hero.
- you come to bust on me for this shit.
Drug war justifies a lot.
All right.
Who's better than you, kid.
Swear to God, dude.
All right, let's do it then, come on.
- You got that? - I've got half a dozen humps, and Wayne fucking Jenkins.
What'd you bring in this time, Rook? We got the four-five, three Z's bagged, QP of weed, and a little over three grand.
Born to work plainclothes, ain't you? You know how it goes, Sarge.
It's what we do.
One second.
What's going on, baby? He what? Hang on, slow down.
He what? Is he still there? Okay.
No, don't sign nothing, all right? You just keep him there, you understand me? No.
Keep him there, I'm on my way.
- Motherfucker.
- What's up? This contractor asshole just changed up all the quotes on Kristy for the new house.
I got to go, man.
I got to go straighten this motherfucker out.
Now? Who's going to submit all this shit at ECU.
- Sarge, my wife needs me.
- Fuck her needs! Take your fucking skirt off and get over here.
We got work to do.
- All right, come on.
Let's bag it up then.
- Yeah, let's bag it up.
Fuck me, man.
Always a line down here, dude.
I fucking got places I got to be.
- Man, we all got somewhere to be.
- Hey, man, no, I really do.
Here we go, man.
Fuck you, Wayne.
Golden boy.
Look at you all proud and shit.
What's this, your first time down here.
Come through with a BB gun or something? I know that look, asshole.
What's in the bag this time? - I mean you know me, jackpot.
- Quit bragging, dude.
That's the way it is man.
Hey, you got a big dick, you wear tight pants.
Just because you plainclothes flex squad motherfuckers get to do what you want.
- Running all wild and shit.
- We're hunters, dawg.
- We get to hunt.
- Yeah.
Jenkins, get your ass to the front of the line.
I can do that.
Appreciate you, Sarge.
You keep giving me good stats, and I'll get you what you need.
Jesus, get a room, you two.
You know who that is, right? That's Mickey Fries, man.
He's got Southeast flex, man, but I'll tell you what, he got the whole Eastern shook! Motherfuckers be yelling, "Mickey Fries out! Mickey Fries out!" Everybody starts to run.
That's real police, man.
You don't know nothing about that.
Just sign the forms, and I'll stay around to process everything.
- I appreciate you, Sarge.
- Now, go help your wife, family man.
You know I will.
Hey, you keep it sexy, bro.
Special Agent Jensen, you are hereby relieved of duty.
You're early.
But I won't complain.
- Anything to note? - Pretty quiet.
Couple of false starts that turned into non-pertinents.
You get out of here, and get yourself some rest.
No rest for me.
I've got flute practice.
As in, a woodwind instrument? Wow.
You're a flutist.
Flautist.
I flaut.
Call me if anything pops off.
Youngin'.
Holy shit.
As I live and breathe.
I heard you were a housecat now.
Just biding my time.
Trying for an even 30 before I put my papers in.
- Where were you before? - Permanent midnight, Sector Two.
I like my days to myself.
Before that I had the Flex Squad.
But fuck it, son, I got out of there.
- You didn't like plainclothes? - Man, I didn't like what we were doing.
Jumping out on old heads and children.
Everybody getting paid, and nothing getting no better.
This job, man, it's changed.
I guess you glad you got to homicide, right? Murder still murder.
- So, what you doing up here? - You got a Jaquan Dixon? His name is on a report I'm interested in.
Check out back.
Charlie shift is shaping up so he's probably there.
Tall, young brother with a light beard.
- Be easy, Billy.
- You too, man.
- Jaquan Dixon? - All day.
Suiter.
Homicide.
- Big time.
- I'm looking for some help on a shots-fired call you handled last week.
The one on Hilldale.
At the old lady's house.
What about it? - Call came in anonymous, right? - Yeah.
Bunch of assholes popping off, - but no one gets hit.
- You get any names from anyone? By the time we roll up, everybody's been gone.
Why are you pulling it up now? It's half a block from my murder.
I have the Fenwick case.
Right.
The dude in the alley.
Well, it was just a hunch.
In case, you caught a name or two.
No names.
But I was one of the last guys at the scene, and this did happen at a grandma's house, and I wanted to make sure she was good.
But I guess she was, because her old ass blew me off.
- You got the casings, right? - What? I submitted spent casings to ECU, five of them.
Also a spent round that broke a car window.
- You did? - My Sergeant said fuck it, why bother? You know, if no one was shot.
But I mean, I don't mind a ride downtown and a little paperwork.
My man.
Respect.
You want to roll through the scene? It's right up the street.
Come on.
I look at my son and can't help but see the facts between us.
That there could easily be a piece of glass between us.
So, I kiss the ground every night, I'll never know when my time's up.
To be a Black man in America is to live every day in a lineup.
Let's hear it one more time for West Baltimore's own Tariq Touré.
He's truly a voice, and this city is lucky to have him.
Alongside his fellow panelists, D.
Watkins Doctor Zauditu-Selassie, who'll be in the back signing books.
Hey, remember to pay for them first.
And thank you all for coming out.
Fact of the matter is I'm not really a political writer.
You should probably go talk to D.
I will.
But people told me I should reach out to you because of the work you do on racism and police violence.
- So, how long have you been doing this? - Feels like forever.
But I started going extra hard after Freddie Gray was killed, you know? We already knew how trash our police department was.
Trash.
But the world got to take it in.
So, what's your take on the mayor's race? Politics drains the souls of righteous people.
They volunteered to work at the slaughterhouse.
All of them.
Okay, and the new police commissioner? Kevin Davis? You know, he gives out his personal cell.
Says he has an open door policy for everyone in the community.
- He does that? - I mean, yeah, but he doesn't pick up the phone.
In my experience, I mean, I called him twice.
Davis is also a politician, right? Anybody who could keep Gray's killers on payroll, plus those brutal cops who are plastered in that long article in the Sun with their crimes on display, city payouts, right? And you cannot clean the floor with a bucket of dirty water, can you? Dirty water can still put out a fire.
Not the fires in this city.
So, I'm seeing this chick, Misty, classic Highlandtown whore.
Fried hair, smells like an ashtray, bad perfume on top.
Hey, man, pull up on these two right here.
What's going on, gentlemen? Guys, do me a favor, just wrap things up for us.
Go on inside the house.
What you mean? We live here, man.
We not doing nothing.
Chill.
Hey, my man, did you hear me say you were doing something? We got a lot going on tonight.
We need the streets clear.
So, go inside.
Now.
- Let's go.
- Appreciate it.
Get the fuck out of here.
So, Misty used to strip right over at the Ritz.
- Yeah.
- You know, on Broadway? Some big, old ass for a white girl.
Now, circle around on these two, man.
Fuck.
Fucking kids.
Man, I'm trying to fucking be nice.
- Need a backup unit.
- Now, you're going to jail.
- You understand me? - Don't move, man.
Fuck off them steps.
- These my steps.
I ain't going nowhere.
- Your steps, motherfucker? Don't! Don't fucking fight me, motherfucker.
Give me your hands, you motherfucker.
You want to talk that fucking shit? Say it again.
Still want to talk that fucking shit? Hey, come on.
That's enough, Wayne.
Christ! - Yeah, now it's enough.
- Chill, man.
That's my fuckin' brother, man.
I hope you feel better! You got a big fucking mouth, you know that? That's fucked up! - You said you want to see me, Sarge? - Shut the door.
Okay.
What's going on? Brother, you fucked up.
Big time.
I mean, two guys enjoying a beer on their steps.
What the fuck, dude? What? Those assholes? They came back on it? You left witnesses and a fucked-up arrestee who had to go to Hopkins for stitches.
They came in with a pretty legit complaint.
Look, I gave them a chance.
I told them, "Hey, get the fuck on inside.
" I mean, that's I circled the block.
One of them mouths-off to me.
Wayne, you could lose your job over shit like this.
Lose my Hang on.
Hang on.
Look, maybe things you know, got out of hand.
You know, maybe I took it a little bit What? Are you guys - You guys fucking with me? Fuck, Sarge.
- Wayne, calm down.
You're an earner and you work your ass off.
We are always going to protect you.
But, seriously, you could've been nailed.
The problem is you half-assed the paperwork.
Look, I Yeah, I'll be honest with you.
I just Yeah, I didn't really think this was much of anything.
Look here.
Always start with the attack.
A threat to your safety can never be mentioned enough.
Yeah.
See, it has to seem standard to anyone looking at this that you and any other officers were in serious danger.
I know.
I don't even see the part in here about the broken bottle, had to hear about that from your partner.
I mean, yeah.
Look, that fucker, he didn't just drop it.
I mean, yeah, he did.
He threw it right at me.
I mean, luckily, LT, I am an elite athlete.
Know what I mean? I mean, he would've hit me right in the fucking grill if I hadn't been so nimble, you know, so No, you're right, Sarge.
I just didn't think this one mattered.
I got sloppy.
- Rewrite that son of a bitch, okay? - All right.
I hear you.
I'm on it.
You motherfucker.
You scared the shit out of me, man.
- Yo.
- Yo, you got it done, right? Just pulled them over, at North and Gay, a couple blocks below you.
The White boy, right? The one we talked about.
Yeah.
Him and his girl.
He got the money and the gun, like I said? - You hungry yet? I'm thinking Thai - Gondo is on the line.
But you hold up.
We ain't rushing.
Because I told them I had his shit, but I ain't got nothing.
I ain't got nothing here no more, no Xannies, no nothing.
Right.
Yeah, you don't need nothing.
He ain't going to make it to you.
We're not rushing.
I got to make my own plan now, just in case some shit go wrong.
- Yeah.
- Where you at? I'm at the Prime Rib having steak au poivre.
- How fast can you get to North Avenue? - Why? Gondo's at a traffic stop and it's coming across kind of strange.
Gondo's on the wire right now? Oh, crap.
All right.
North and what? - North and Gay.
- Don't let him go.
I don't got his shit.
- Did they find anything? - Hold up.
Give me your shit.
The fuck are you doing? What's with these Howard County fuckers? This motherfucker is just scared.
So scared, it got me nervous.
Man, fuck this.
I'm hungry.
Let them buy their little drugs and leave.
No, no, no.
There's a gun in there.
Hold up, bro.
Gang's all here.
- Gondo, Rayam, Hersl, and I think Allers.
- Yo, he usually got the shit in back.
All right, fuck this.
I want lunch.
- I'm hungry.
- Hey, bro, you Hersl, you got no chill, man.
- Get the fuck out of the car.
- What the fuck I do? Get the fuck out of the car.
- Put your hands behind your head.
- Hands behind your head.
Go.
- Sit down.
Put your legs out.
- Come on man, what did we do? - The fuck did I do, man? - Don't you fucking worry about it, man.
Hey, man, keep that shit moving.
They're going to go inside the guy's pockets.
Oh, yeah.
- We got a little something there.
- What the fuck are you doing, man? Get off me.
Are you kidding me? - Shut the fuck up.
- There ain't no gun in here.
- Keep looking.
It's in there.
- All right.
Where you put it? - Motherfucker, you sure? - The gun is in his right pocket.
- His jacket.
- And you saw that shit? Yeah.
He carries it every time he comes because he got so much money, he be scared.
He should have like 600 or 700 dollars on him.
Hey.
- Thinking he could get robbed.
- Check his jacket, yo.
He ain't wearing a fucking jacket.
He's wearing a t-shirt.
Hey, man.
Just check the shit.
Yo.
Dick-lip.
Where's your jacket? In the back? I don't have a jacket, man.
Oh, yeah? You don't have a jacket? All right, man.
Calm the fuck down.
He's checking, he said he ain't got nothing.
They searched him and it ain't in there.
It ain't in his pockets, man.
He's shaking his head saying he ain't got nothing on him.
They searched him already.
It ain't in his pockets.
- He carries it every time he comes.
- Man, you bugging.
You got What you got? I like that sound.
You not going to like that sound, but I like that.
- Oh, shit.
- Hey.
- Look at that.
- Hey.
- Ain't she cute? - I told you, motherfuckers.
Ain't she cute? - We out here, brother.
- Come on, man.
That's a cute little Don't wake her.
- Look at that.
- Stupid motherfucker.
- We eating tonight, yeah! - What? - Your girl got a point.
- Nice one, Gondo.
When this guy lands at Central booking and makes his phone call we're going to want a recording of it.
That her, on the porch signifying? Yeah, that's her.
She wouldn't give me no play at all.
A lot of people don't like to talk to us.
I wonder the hell why.
Shells were scattered right over there by the curb.
That car window was shattered over here.
Looked inside and there was a pretty clean bullet sitting on the backseat, plain as day.
Young lady, can I talk to you? - I ain't got time.
Excuse me.
- Hold on.
Baltimore Homicide.
What's your name? Do you live here? - This my boyfriend house.
Why? - Well, what's your boyfriend's name? - Sir, what do you want with us? - What's his name? - Tae.
Nobody did anything.
Can I go? - Okay.
One sec.
What's your name? - Ebony.
- Ebony? Do you or Tae own a gun? I'm going to go in the house.
I'm not arrested, right? No, but we're going to find out what happened and where those bullets we found out here came from.
When we do, somebody's going to get locked up.
- Can I go? - Have a fine day.
- Ms.
Ebony got something to hide.
- Yeah.
I live here.
You understand me? You all come and go, but I live here.
- I understand.
- So do I, Ms.
Greene.
This is my post.
You remember, I tried to talk to you about this the other day when it happened.
I guess you think you're doing good policing up in this neighborhood.
Ma'am, we want to do a good job.
Now, I understand why you feel how you do about police.
But a good man died around the corner from here.
I mean, a working man, just like me.
Me and that clean brother up on your wall.
And I was in the service too.
Is that your husband? My late husband.
You know, we were one of the first Black families to buy up on this block.
It was beautiful.
Believe it or not, it was beautiful.
Mrs.
Greene we're not asking you to come to court or anything like that.
We just need a little help.
Can you tell us anything? Anything at all about the shooting that took place across the street? Any little thing will help.
Ms.
Ireane up on the corner, she has a grandson.
That boy is a devil.
A true devil.
That's all I have to say.
- One more thing.
- That's all I have to say.
In that sense, Ms.
Steele, I'm not sure what we could tell you that's going to change your mind.
I mean, you folks came into town with these preconceived notions and you're going to act on those, no matter what we tell you.
We came to town because the newspaper here reported on all the cash settlements the city had paid out to victims of police misconduct.
A string of brutality cases Claimed misconduct.
Those settlements did not admit to any fault on the part of the officers.
But cash settlements, nonetheless.
And sufficiently concerning is that the mayor invited an outside assessment of the department.
The same mayor who lost control of the city and let the Freddie Gray riots tear through downtown.
Do you believe the new mayor will be more sympathetic to your officers? It's not as though Catherine Pugh is running on law-and-order.
We'll see.
But if she ties up this department in a federal consent decree, and we can't police effectively, then she'll have the same political problems as Stephanie.
Can I ask you something, not as union president, just for my edification? Are Baltimore police engaged in a work slowdown because of the Freddie Gray indictments? Arrest numbers are way, way down, even as violence in the city is up.
The union does not in any way endorse a job action.
But if you are asking if there are officers who won't risk indictment for trying to clear a corner or make an arrest I think that's probably the case.
Would you risk your freedom for trying to make an arrest if you knew a prosecutor might come behind you with an indictment for false arrest? - If the arrest is legitimate.
- You're talking about probable cause.
Ms.
Steele, the courts themselves keep changing their mind on the rules of when we can detain, or stop-and-frisk, or arrest someone.
Every year, the Supreme Court has a new version of what the Fourth Amendment says.
And here comes Mosby, our State's Attorney, not only charging a murder because Gray died of undetermined causes in the back of a police wagon, but charging the officers who arrested that man who had a knife for false arrest.
- Charging them criminally.
- Any Baltimore cop doesn't want to risk using his handcuffs after seeing all that.
- Can you blame them? - When all the acquittals come in and they will, we'll see if we go through another round of riots - or the new mayor will defend the city.
- Could there ever be a moment where a police officer performed their job in such a manner that you would agree with a finding that he or she should be fired for abusive behavior or brutality? Could that ever happen in Baltimore? - Certainly.
- Has it ever happened? We are a labor union, Ms.
Steele.
We are here to support our members.
I'm going to need it for bail.
They gave me back your wallet.
It was empty.
There was nothing.
Because it wasn't in the wallet.
It was in the money clip.
- The cash was all in my clip.
- He didn't give me back no clip.
Thieving fucking cops took all of it.
Amy, you need to get me out of here.
Courtesy of the City Detention Center.
- We got them stealing in real time.
- Which ones? Gondo, Rayam, Allers, Hersl, on that car stop.
I had eyes on all of them the whole time.
Are we having fun or what? I don't know what to think.
We got Bedard.
Maybe Guthrie.
After that, we ain't got nothing but shit.
They won't pay for pitching.
They say they're rebuilding.
The Orioles have been rebuilding for fucking forever.
They used to have a pharmacist.
That's right.
It's called the Oriole Way.
But not anymore.
Jenkins.
What you drinking, boy? What it is, man.
What you got? What you working with? No.
Fuck that.
You got to chip in.
- Now, come on.
What's going on, man? - Come on.
Pay up.
Pay up.
I see.
My girl said when a nigga start patting his pockets when you ask him for money, he broke.
- Not what your girl said to me, man.
- Okay.
Tell you what, I got that overtime coming.
I'll get you like Tuesday or some shit.
No.
Keep that shit, Jenkins.
You might need it to buy a maxi-pad or something.
- Damn.
Shit.
You all got steaks, huh? - Yeah.
We ain't fucking around.
All right.
Well, shit.
Okay, Danny.
I might have to go into the old secret stash then.
There it is.
Motherfucker, you finally get promoted to citywide plainclothes, and you can't fill them pockets with a shit ton of money? How that work? - Give me one of those fat ones, man.
- Yeah, all right.
I'll tell you what your problem is.
See, I can get drunk for a week off 20 bucks.
Nobody told y'all to get all this high-call bullshit.
I mean, come on, Danny.
What's happening to you, man? What is this shit right here, man? What the fuck is this bougie-ass bottle, man? What the fuck is Pat-Ron, anyway? It's Patron tequila, Wayne.
You might as well still be in uniform if you going to carry shit like that.
"Pat-ron.
" Danny, I know what the fuck it is, man.
I'm just fucking with you, man.
You got me? Don't know what the fuck you're laughing at.
- This shit's funny? - Yeah, a little funny.
Tell you what's fucking funny is your fucking police work.
That's what funny, dude.
That's what's fucking funny.
Do you ever fucking lock the door, Donny? Damn, look at you up there.
- Looks like times are tough, Donny.
- Yeah.
It's all right, man.
But not without those letters of recommendation, - one of which was yours.
- Hey, man, I do what I can.
State wouldn't give me no bondsman license.
I got a fundamental belief in second chances, Donny.
- It's just who I am.
- Ain't that the truth.
But you know, I'm gonna use that second chance to make some real bank now.
I'm sure you will.
But you're doing all right.
I mean, you're doing real well, right? You're like citywide now, right? - Oh, yeah.
Organized Crime Division.
- Well, that's big time.
Oh, yeah.
Whatever.
Now I just gotta go get paid like them other guys.
Let's go look at some women.
That'll get your spirits up.
Fuck, yeah.
Let's get go look at some pussy, man.
All right, man.
I got to change my shirt, man.
I smell like a fucking elephant's asshole, man.
Come on.
Let's go.
Double D.
Holy shit.
Goddamn queen, look at her, man.
She's a goddamn queen.
What's going on, girl? What's going on with that? Hey.
Look at that Amazon queen right there.
- Go for it, man.
- I'll leave my wife for her, man.
I'll leave my wife for her.
I'll do it tonight.
Do it.
I ain't stopping you.
Who's the queen? Hello.
- Wow.
- Yeah, wow.
- Wow.
- Wow.
What's your name? I want to eat you up.
Look at those big, old lips.
Girl, you're so sexy.
- Can I touch you? - Hold on.
- Can I touch you? - Hold on.
You want to buy a bottle of champagne and come with me to the back room? - Yeah.
All right.
- Yeah? - What's gonna happen in the back room? - You got to buy the bottle first.
- How much is that going to cost me? - Two hundred.
And then a tip for me.
- That's a little rich for my blood.
- I don't think so.
I don't think so.
I think so.
Can we negotiate a little bit? Don't worry about it, bro.
I got this.
- Go on.
- For real? - Oh, yeah.
I got you, man.
Here.
- See? He got you.
I see how you worked the man.
- Let's go.
- Wait.
You're not police, right? Come on, girl.
Man, fuck the police.
All right.
All right.
And that's just for starters, all right? - Okay.
- Yeah.
You take care of my boy.
- You already know.
- You already know, D.
You already know.
- Let's go.
- Let's go.
Double D! So, how's Baltimore? I'd like to say I've seen worse, but I can't remember where.
Half the department has quit working to protest the Freddie Gray indictments, and the other half can't stop beating on people.
And both halves tell me the job can't be done legally.
Assuming she wins in November, which she should, will the new mayor be cooperative? Pugh? Well, we haven't met her yet.
But Police Commissioner Davis, he tells me that he doesn't know if she's on board for the consent decree.
That's different from Rawlings-Blake.
Davis thinks that her campaign donors, the developers, are telling her that the consent decree will bankrupt the city.
- What do you think of him? - He says the right things.
To me, he's pro-reform, caught between rocks and hard places.
But? I get that he inherited a mess of a department, but I just I don't see a man that's ready to take on the status quo.
He told me privately, he's never seen a department where so few cops are interested in police work.
That he doesn't know who he can rely on.
- He said that? - He told me something else.
- He said he thinks he's got cops stealing.
- Yeah, I'm hearing that too.
So, how are things here in Washington? A little nauseous right now, what with these early primaries.
I mean, can you believe it? - Where you been? - On the street.
- No, seriously.
- I was on the street.
Goddamn.
Yes, yes, yes.
I got a match.
- Two good bullets.
- Which case? Fenwick case.
- The Fenwick bullet matches what else? - A shots-fired call around the corner.
Bullets from a shots-fired? No vic? Who the hell recovers a bullet on that shit? Seriously.
Ebony.
Ebony! Where's Tae? I need to talk to him.
Look, do not play with me.
He's a suspect in a murder.
And if I find out you're hiding him, you're going to jail too.
You know what? Fuck this.
Let's go downtown.
Come! At his cousin's house, by that McDonald's off of North Avenue.
I don't know the address.
Pull your phone out.
Pull it out.
I'm going to give you one chance to help yourself and you need to take it.
Was Tae involved in the shooting that happened around here? Call him.
Tell him to meet you here now.
Do you really want this kind of trouble? Is this guy worth it? Work, work, work, work, work, work, work.
Rayam and Gondo gave us this one.
- Davon Robinson.
- AKA Wooda.
Allers robbed him right in front of his girl and two children.
If he had been so good as to share it with Gondo and the others on the raid, they might not be putting him in so quickly now.
Where's Robinson now? Not DOC and not courtside.
I don't see anything on the active docket.
Well, let's talk to him.
Part of tightening up these cases is getting the victims to cooperate.
Put some of these guys on the stand and you make it real to a jury.
I don't think he's going to agree to testify against police.
Well, he might when we tell him Allers and the rest are already locked up and that the U.
S.
Attorney's Office is going to look out for him.
Let's bring him in and I'll lay it out.
- Help y'all? - Hello.
I'm Erika Jensen with the FBI.
Is Davon Robinson around? We'd like to talk to him.
FBI? You looking to speak with Davon? Grandma, can you come get this baby? She's pretty.
Thank you.
Is this Davon's daughter? Looks more like her daddy every day.
All right.
That takes care of Devante Brim.
Now, let's give his house a good toss and find some guns.
Shit, she almost likes you.
I didn't hear the garage door.
I left the car in the driveway.
I was trying not to make too much noise.
How was work? Actually work was really good.
- That's a switch.
- A murder is down because of me.
Me and a cop, a kid who actually did his damn job.
It's down.
It wouldn't be down without us, so work was just about perfect.
I'm so proud of you.
Detective Suiter.
- So, you up now? - At 3:00 in the morning? I'm not that proud.
Henderson? That motherfucker? That's the biggest fucking waste of a big body I ever seen, dude.
He look mean but he's soft as fuck.
Let's get this.
Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.
Hey, Sues, give us another round.
What's up, Suit? - Hey.
- I love him, man.
He came through.
- I told you.
- You know, we try to do our best.
- Yeah.
- Hey, man, you lucky as fuck.
Man, I'm just ordering another round.
Sit down, man.
Yeah.
Don't look at him too long there, Sue.
He belong to me.
Got it, Wayne.
- Y'all look torched, man.
- Yeah, man.
We are.
- There's a reason for that.
- Yeah.
Dude, you got some good fucking timing.
He shows up right when the fucking round is being poured.
That's something else, man.
Hold on, I got to hit the head though.
I'll get the next round.
All right? And nobody, nobody drives tonight.
You hear me? - Y'all won't be driving nowhere tonight.
- Look, Sue, take the keys from these guys.
- Sue, you gonna take my keys? - I'll take your keys.
- I'll drive you home myself, Wayne.
- I didn't order this Stop, man.
I saved it for Suit, man.
What's up? How you doing, man? What's good? What do we think of him, man? - Sean? - Yeah.
You know him better than me.
I mean, you've been with him in SES.
Can we trust him? Yeah, I've heard good things.
Well, I guess you're going to find out.
Fuck, Wayne.
When's the last time you ate some real food? Come on, dawg.
I need that sugar rush before I bang on shitheads.
You want a bite? - I'm good.
- You sure? I got plenty up there.
Look at this shit.
Looks like a regular, old carwash.
Ain't no car wash.
This is a gold mine.
That.
See that chubby fucker right there? That's the fool we been up on, man.
I'm telling you that dude is a monster.
There goes his powerboat right there.
- That's his boat? - Yeah.
It's about to be our boat.
These motherfuckers, late as shit.
How the fuck am I waiting on you all? Y'all ready to get famous? - Let's go.
- It's go time.
You two, take that front door.
If anybody tries you, you break their ass.
You understand me? - Good? - Yeah.
Let's go.
Police.
Let me see your hands.
On the ground.
Get down on the ground.
Check out that door right there.
On the fucking ground.
Hey, man, on the ground.
Get down! Get down! Get down! - You good? - What the fuck is this? - Turn that shit off.
- Hey! Hey! To the wall, to the wall.
Hey, man, let's get him off the ground, please.
Are you serious? What's going on, Mr.
Conley? You good, sir? We got a bottle of water coming in for you right now, okay? Look, I'm going to level with you, sir.
If you make this easy on me, I'm going to make this easy on you, all right? Now, me and my detectives, we are aware that there are narcotics and firearms on these premises.
- Can you tell me where they're at, sir? - You got a warrant? Come on, big dawg.
You know, I'm going to keep it a hundred with you.
Now, look, you help me out, I'm going to get you up out of this, all right? Do what you got to do, Wayne.
My goodness.
Be all stubborn? Goddamn.
It's going to be like that? All right.
I mean, I could just gut this place.
I'm going to give you another shot, Mr.
Conley.
Why don't you tell me where the works at, sir? Last chance.
All right.
Ain't going to be a car wash when I'm done with it.
Going to tell you that right now.
Oops.
Got to be all fucking stubborn.
Trying to help your ass, but you're gonna be all fucking big and tough.
All right.
What's up, bitch? I love this.
You're doing this, sir.
This ain't me, it's you.
I gave you a shot, right? You want to say something now? Should we keep going? How about that? You still don't want to say shit? How about that? Fuck.
Wayne.
- Gorilla looking ass motherfucker.
- Fuck you, Wayne.
- Say that shit again, bitch.
- You fucking faggot.
It's like that? Be quiet, boy.
Ain't nothing tough about you, bitch.
- Is that right? - I got you.
- Is that, right? - Wayne.
- I got you.
- That's a nice fucking TV.
Goddamn, dude, with that fuckin' Fucking Sony.
Wayne.
What's it now, motherfucker? Take the cuffs off, I'll bust your motherfucking ass.
- You call me a faggot, motherfucker? - Wayne.
Wayne.
This ain't no regular table.
Come check the table.
This ain't no regular table.
- Fucking scared of you.
- This ain't no regular table.
Flip this bitch over.
Fuck.
- Fuck! - Okay.
You got something to say now? Somebody going away a long time.
Fucking jackpot up in here.
Oh, yeah.
Goddamn.
You know, sometimes the hard way works.
Hey, get them guys in here.
- Fuck you! - I'll tell you what, big dawg, you're going to jail a long fucking time.
Man, get him the fuck out of here.
Hey, man.
That's some great fucking police work, dawg.
- Hey.
- That's a fucking Hey, man, I didn't know I was here with Supercop.
Motherfucker got a silencer.
Look at this.
Oh, my goodness.
Goddamn, Sean, I tell you what, man.
You doing the damn thing.
And a brick.
And a motherfucking brick.
That's some good-ass fucking police work, dawg.
Yeah.
We got about 45, 50 Gs up in there.
Yeah.
You have got, like, six guns, brick.
Fucking powerboat out there.
I don't know.
What you think, man? Shit, Wayne.
- What? There's patrol outside.
We - Okay.
We can't walk out of here with 50,000 dollars.
- Come on, man.
Come on.
- Okay.
You're right.
Okay.
So, we got the brick.
We got six guns.
We got the motherfucking powerboat.
Say about 4 Gs in drug money.
You know something, I'm going to call it in like that, dawg.
- That's what we're doing.
- Wayne.
- Wayne.
Wayne.
- Hey, hey, hey.
I said that's what we're doing.
I'm going to bag that shit up.
We going to get the guys.
They're going to get the rest of it.
Call a camera crew, big dawg.
That's some beautiful fucking police work.
Congratulations.
A decorated police officer.
Do you know how many guns he's taken off the street? How many lives he saved? He's a family man.
And has served this city for most of his adult life.
"Decorated police officer.
" "Hero cop.
" What you got me accused of here? Taking some money? Okay.
Yeah, maybe.
But I did my job.
I brought guns and drugs off these streets.
I never hurt no one.
- You never hurt anyone? - Fuck no.
What about Davon Robinson? - Who? - The young father that you took 10,000 from.
The raid on Kitmore Road.
Supplement reports say no money seized, but we know different.
Don't we, Sergeant Allers? - That ten grand you stole - It's about that time.
Make sure you pick up some milk on your way back.
Davon Robinson owed it to his supplier.
Bye, baby.
Those kinds of street debts don't get forgiven.
Shit.
Hey, let's go, nigga.
Peel off.
Peel off.
Go, go! I'll confer with my client.
Fuck you.
Okay.
How about when I called him a gorilla, dawg? Tell you what, Brass going to be sucking our dicks for this one, man.
Probably get a medal or some shit.
That was a good-ass eye on that table, man.
That was Man, you got an eye, dawg.
That was some serious police work, man.
- A good day.
- Bet your ass it was a good day.
I don't know, man.
Shit.
What you don't know, man? It's yours.
You earned it.
Man, you don't realize what happened today, man.
That was a bad motherfucker.
A bad fucking person.
We got him off the street, man.
- Yeah, but - We got his guns and his dough.
Hang on, let me finish.
You know, we could've died today, right? Walk into that shop motherfucking heads blown off.
That risk sure as shit ain't worth what I bring home every two weeks, man.
Fuck that.
My babies can't eat no fucking medal, Sean.
A folded flag because I take a bullet for a city that don't give two fucks about us.
What do we do this for? This is a lot.
How is it, being detailed to the FBI? - It's been interesting.
- Yeah, I'll bet.
He's all yours.
- How are you holding up? - I'm having the time of my life.
It's fucking jail, what do you think? I'm so fucked.
- I can't believe this shit is happening.
- You're going to have to feed them.
That's your only hole-card left.
- Yeah, well I can't - Can't or you won't? Look, you aren't just a city cop in cuffs, you're a cop detailed to the federal drug task force, and this is a federal case.
And you aren't just a lone cop among others, you were the supervisor of a unit that went bad.
They're going to make an example of you.
You got to cooperate.
Shit, man.
I just can't.
They're going to blame you, Tom.
You built that unit, man by man.
You can go in now, Detective.
Close the door, Danny, have a seat.
This about that rap song? Look, I don't give a shit that some gangster rapper doesn't like you.
But the fact is, we've gotten a lot of complaints about you stacking up over in the Eastern District.
And we're not gonna hold it against you that you do the kind of police work that brings complaints.
We just need to lower the temperature a bit, cool things off.
So, we're pulling you out of the Eastern for a while.
- Pulling me out? - You're being reassigned.
You're going citywide, Danny.
I'm not putting you on the shelf, I'm sending you to Gun Trace Task Force.
Welcome to the squad, Danny.
Congratulation, you're going to do big things.
All right! - Back up! - Back up! Baltimore is a poster child for the basic failure to stop lawlessness.
No justice, no peace! I have heard your calls for no justice, no peace Where there's smoke, there's fire.
These officers, they're 1930-style gangsters.
Again, this is the federal system.
No parole, only good time.
If you get 15 or 20 years, you're going to do 13 or 18 of it.
As your attorney, I'm advising you that Racketeering, conspiracy, Tom, they got you on a 10,000-dollar robbery.
What can you tell me about that? The Kitmore road stop.
Gondo put us up on that one.
Davon Robinson, street name, "Wooda.
" Why are you so sold on this shitbird? I came up around here and people I know be saying that boy Wooda be getting it, - that Wooda jamming so - "Wooda"? I "Wooda" took a big shit if I knew we'd be out here this long.
You do take some nasty motherfuckers, too.
I was thinking if you stop consuming so much food, - then maybe less would come out.
- Check this out.
After lunch yesterday, Hersl went into the can at The Barn and made a captain.
- Hell, no.
- I had so much of that pit beef, - I went in there and made a colonel.
- Yeah.
Hey, that's that nigga right there.
Game time, baby.
- There he go.
- Let's roll.
A wiretap on a police officer's phone.
I didn't want to believe it either, Your Honor, but here we are.
And what we've already heard from Gondo on the Shropshire wiretap justifies going up on his mobile phone.
We've got him on numerous calls.
More than justifies it.
Your Honor, if I may.
You two are opening up a two-gallon can of shit with this.
Let me ask you this on this, as speculation.
How far up the chain of command do you think this goes? We don't know.
Well, if you need anything further, I'm here.
Thank you.
- Thank you.
- Good luck.
What the fuck was that, Davon? Led us on a motherfucking car chase, man.
It's because your shit dirty, right? I mean, you do know - your license is suspended, right? - What? What the fuck are we going to find in that car? Just tell me.
What's in there? Look, I don't know what you're talking about.
Man, my license is good, - I pulled right over - No, you did not pull right over.
You made us go on a fucking car chase, Davon.
And I fuckin hate car chases, man.
Soon as I saw your lights, I pulled over.
Man, you all on some bullshit.
We on some bullshit? Fuck out of here.
You know what? You're going to have plenty of time to think about this shit down in booking, all right? And watch who the fuck you talking to like that.
You know who the fuck we are? - You know who the fuck you talking to? - Relax.
Relax, man.
Where you working at? They hirin'? Can you give them my resume? You seem like a good guy.
I tell you what, just give us that gun, and we'll take care of you.
Take care of me? What gun? Man, I don't know what you talking about.
Look, my tags are good.
Just let my girl come grab the car.
All our baby stuff is in there, man.
She's going to need it.
You're right, your tags are good.
I'm really trying my best here to look out for you.
So since you don't have a gun, your words, not mine, you won't mind if we go back to your place and have a little look-see, right? - But are you getting cooperation? - Cooperation? - Are people in town talking to you? - Depends on who I'm talking to.
I tried to talk to Daniel Hersl about the complaints he's received over the years.
- What did he have to say? - Not much.
Just that he's just doing his job, that complaints are the proof of that.
Well, problematic to say, but to some extent, that happens to be true.
A cop who goes on the street and uses his cuffs will get some complaints.
A housecat behind some desk? No complaints.
For Hersl alone, the Board of Estimates has paid out in settlements over Hersl is a mess! If I get another sustained case from IAD, he's gone.
Just like Laronde.
Believe me.
I'm not defending Hersl here, or anyone for that matter and Look, DOJ has a job to do here, and I've told you, I'm not adverse to the idea of a consent decree.
The more you understand the situation, the better for everyone.
Well, thank you, but having done what I do for as long as I have, I'm not expecting people in your department to volunteer what I need to know.
Everyone you command is on the defensive when they talk to me.
Understood.
And the presumption is that, I couldn't possibly understand their job, or what they're facing, or what is possible or what's not.
Well, Baltimore is an extraordinarily violent and drug-involved city.
Do you think that's entirely unfair? If the job requires some of the things I've already seen and already heard, then I think it's fair to question what these people think the job is.
I took this position in a department that has fundamental problems that haven't been addressed in years.
And now, the mayor, who gave me the job is leaving office in November, and I don't know who I'm working for.
Meanwhile, I got a State's Attorney who is showboating the Freddie Gray case and has lost the support of my rank-and-file.
I have a police union that fights every change, and I got a job I have a job that changes hands every year.
So, anyone I try to charge or discipline can say, "Screw him, he'll be gone in six months.
" But telling you all of this I still want to turn this department around.
Two Baker 12, 10-31, B&E in progress And what's your name, little girl? Clean down here.
Hey! Any luck up there? Yeah, man.
Found a loaded pistol.
Pretty lil' Ruger.
Don't say anything.
- Daddy? - Baby girl, everything's going to be okay.
- What you got? Any cash? - No, just a gun.
Check out the dresser.
- You good, Sarge? - Keep looking.
It's got to be somewhere.
Yeah.
Shit.
Hey! Gun number two.
Yeah, niggas! That's what the fuck I'm talking about, boy.
Quit playing with us.
And he shaved the serial numbers off.
Look at this shit.
Hey, take the guns downstairs.
Let him see that shit.
Ten-four.
Bet.
Here is the ammo.
Get into it.
Yeah, boy! Shit, we found not one, but two motherfucking guns! Ain't nothing in the back room.
You? No, nothing so far.
Nothing else up here, you all ready? On the Kitmore Road raid, what you took, did you spread that money around? I got greedy on that one.
I kept it all.
Maybe that's why the feds know.
Your co-defendants are talking.
Is Kesha with Kesha? Bro, tell her to tell Kesha to hit me up.
- Is that the girl with the fat ass? - Tell her to give her my number.
That's the one I showed you a picture of.
- Damn.
- Hey, nigga.
Quit playing! Hold on, hold on, baby.
One second.
Hey, order me a six-piece combo with a Sprite, Sarge.
Give me a six-piece-combo-with-Sprite money.
Sarge, I'm almost done with this Davon Robinson report.
- Take the money, nigga.
- Yo.
Did we get any cash out that joint? How much money should I put down? - Money? - Yeah.
Can you add on a six-piece combo with a Sprite to that, sweetheart? - He trying to torment me with that.
- Sarge, Davon Robinson report.
- You talking about money from our raid? - Yes.
Yes.
Here's your money right here.
How much do you want? So, this weird shit.
Sarge, I'm just saying.
- How much do you want? - Should I put down zero or what? Come on, man, if I came across some money, you'd have known about it, man.
I always fucking share.
Ain't that right, Danny? Yeah, the Sergeant always likes to spread it around.
- Like fertilizer.
- You heard him, fertilizer.
Like Gondo's girl's ass.
Hey, shut your ass up.
You wouldn't even know what to do with all this ass.
You're still on the phone with her? My bad.
Yeah, you heard? - Board's getting full of drug players.
- But no other cops yet.
Aside from Gondo.
Speaking of which.
Look, baby, I'm sorry, lot of dumb shit going on at work.
You there? Men make time for what they want to make time for.
Shit, you been reading them woman magazines again.
Look, girl - Is that our guy? - Yeah, he's all the way in the dog house with his girlfriend.
Missed date night, again.
I got to mark this down as a non-pertinent, but before I do, listen to some of this ball-busting.
Baby, do you even know what it means to be in a motherfucking war? - We at war with half the damn city.
- The shit you talk For real, we bringing in guns.
We snatching drugs, one case to the next.
And I'm keeping you with all the court pay and overtime and working my ass off - To hear him tell it, he's a hero.
- you come to bust on me for this shit.
Drug war justifies a lot.
All right.
Who's better than you, kid.
Swear to God, dude.
All right, let's do it then, come on.
- You got that? - I've got half a dozen humps, and Wayne fucking Jenkins.
What'd you bring in this time, Rook? We got the four-five, three Z's bagged, QP of weed, and a little over three grand.
Born to work plainclothes, ain't you? You know how it goes, Sarge.
It's what we do.
One second.
What's going on, baby? He what? Hang on, slow down.
He what? Is he still there? Okay.
No, don't sign nothing, all right? You just keep him there, you understand me? No.
Keep him there, I'm on my way.
- Motherfucker.
- What's up? This contractor asshole just changed up all the quotes on Kristy for the new house.
I got to go, man.
I got to go straighten this motherfucker out.
Now? Who's going to submit all this shit at ECU.
- Sarge, my wife needs me.
- Fuck her needs! Take your fucking skirt off and get over here.
We got work to do.
- All right, come on.
Let's bag it up then.
- Yeah, let's bag it up.
Fuck me, man.
Always a line down here, dude.
I fucking got places I got to be.
- Man, we all got somewhere to be.
- Hey, man, no, I really do.
Here we go, man.
Fuck you, Wayne.
Golden boy.
Look at you all proud and shit.
What's this, your first time down here.
Come through with a BB gun or something? I know that look, asshole.
What's in the bag this time? - I mean you know me, jackpot.
- Quit bragging, dude.
That's the way it is man.
Hey, you got a big dick, you wear tight pants.
Just because you plainclothes flex squad motherfuckers get to do what you want.
- Running all wild and shit.
- We're hunters, dawg.
- We get to hunt.
- Yeah.
Jenkins, get your ass to the front of the line.
I can do that.
Appreciate you, Sarge.
You keep giving me good stats, and I'll get you what you need.
Jesus, get a room, you two.
You know who that is, right? That's Mickey Fries, man.
He's got Southeast flex, man, but I'll tell you what, he got the whole Eastern shook! Motherfuckers be yelling, "Mickey Fries out! Mickey Fries out!" Everybody starts to run.
That's real police, man.
You don't know nothing about that.
Just sign the forms, and I'll stay around to process everything.
- I appreciate you, Sarge.
- Now, go help your wife, family man.
You know I will.
Hey, you keep it sexy, bro.
Special Agent Jensen, you are hereby relieved of duty.
You're early.
But I won't complain.
- Anything to note? - Pretty quiet.
Couple of false starts that turned into non-pertinents.
You get out of here, and get yourself some rest.
No rest for me.
I've got flute practice.
As in, a woodwind instrument? Wow.
You're a flutist.
Flautist.
I flaut.
Call me if anything pops off.
Youngin'.
Holy shit.
As I live and breathe.
I heard you were a housecat now.
Just biding my time.
Trying for an even 30 before I put my papers in.
- Where were you before? - Permanent midnight, Sector Two.
I like my days to myself.
Before that I had the Flex Squad.
But fuck it, son, I got out of there.
- You didn't like plainclothes? - Man, I didn't like what we were doing.
Jumping out on old heads and children.
Everybody getting paid, and nothing getting no better.
This job, man, it's changed.
I guess you glad you got to homicide, right? Murder still murder.
- So, what you doing up here? - You got a Jaquan Dixon? His name is on a report I'm interested in.
Check out back.
Charlie shift is shaping up so he's probably there.
Tall, young brother with a light beard.
- Be easy, Billy.
- You too, man.
- Jaquan Dixon? - All day.
Suiter.
Homicide.
- Big time.
- I'm looking for some help on a shots-fired call you handled last week.
The one on Hilldale.
At the old lady's house.
What about it? - Call came in anonymous, right? - Yeah.
Bunch of assholes popping off, - but no one gets hit.
- You get any names from anyone? By the time we roll up, everybody's been gone.
Why are you pulling it up now? It's half a block from my murder.
I have the Fenwick case.
Right.
The dude in the alley.
Well, it was just a hunch.
In case, you caught a name or two.
No names.
But I was one of the last guys at the scene, and this did happen at a grandma's house, and I wanted to make sure she was good.
But I guess she was, because her old ass blew me off.
- You got the casings, right? - What? I submitted spent casings to ECU, five of them.
Also a spent round that broke a car window.
- You did? - My Sergeant said fuck it, why bother? You know, if no one was shot.
But I mean, I don't mind a ride downtown and a little paperwork.
My man.
Respect.
You want to roll through the scene? It's right up the street.
Come on.
I look at my son and can't help but see the facts between us.
That there could easily be a piece of glass between us.
So, I kiss the ground every night, I'll never know when my time's up.
To be a Black man in America is to live every day in a lineup.
Let's hear it one more time for West Baltimore's own Tariq Touré.
He's truly a voice, and this city is lucky to have him.
Alongside his fellow panelists, D.
Watkins Doctor Zauditu-Selassie, who'll be in the back signing books.
Hey, remember to pay for them first.
And thank you all for coming out.
Fact of the matter is I'm not really a political writer.
You should probably go talk to D.
I will.
But people told me I should reach out to you because of the work you do on racism and police violence.
- So, how long have you been doing this? - Feels like forever.
But I started going extra hard after Freddie Gray was killed, you know? We already knew how trash our police department was.
Trash.
But the world got to take it in.
So, what's your take on the mayor's race? Politics drains the souls of righteous people.
They volunteered to work at the slaughterhouse.
All of them.
Okay, and the new police commissioner? Kevin Davis? You know, he gives out his personal cell.
Says he has an open door policy for everyone in the community.
- He does that? - I mean, yeah, but he doesn't pick up the phone.
In my experience, I mean, I called him twice.
Davis is also a politician, right? Anybody who could keep Gray's killers on payroll, plus those brutal cops who are plastered in that long article in the Sun with their crimes on display, city payouts, right? And you cannot clean the floor with a bucket of dirty water, can you? Dirty water can still put out a fire.
Not the fires in this city.
So, I'm seeing this chick, Misty, classic Highlandtown whore.
Fried hair, smells like an ashtray, bad perfume on top.
Hey, man, pull up on these two right here.
What's going on, gentlemen? Guys, do me a favor, just wrap things up for us.
Go on inside the house.
What you mean? We live here, man.
We not doing nothing.
Chill.
Hey, my man, did you hear me say you were doing something? We got a lot going on tonight.
We need the streets clear.
So, go inside.
Now.
- Let's go.
- Appreciate it.
Get the fuck out of here.
So, Misty used to strip right over at the Ritz.
- Yeah.
- You know, on Broadway? Some big, old ass for a white girl.
Now, circle around on these two, man.
Fuck.
Fucking kids.
Man, I'm trying to fucking be nice.
- Need a backup unit.
- Now, you're going to jail.
- You understand me? - Don't move, man.
Fuck off them steps.
- These my steps.
I ain't going nowhere.
- Your steps, motherfucker? Don't! Don't fucking fight me, motherfucker.
Give me your hands, you motherfucker.
You want to talk that fucking shit? Say it again.
Still want to talk that fucking shit? Hey, come on.
That's enough, Wayne.
Christ! - Yeah, now it's enough.
- Chill, man.
That's my fuckin' brother, man.
I hope you feel better! You got a big fucking mouth, you know that? That's fucked up! - You said you want to see me, Sarge? - Shut the door.
Okay.
What's going on? Brother, you fucked up.
Big time.
I mean, two guys enjoying a beer on their steps.
What the fuck, dude? What? Those assholes? They came back on it? You left witnesses and a fucked-up arrestee who had to go to Hopkins for stitches.
They came in with a pretty legit complaint.
Look, I gave them a chance.
I told them, "Hey, get the fuck on inside.
" I mean, that's I circled the block.
One of them mouths-off to me.
Wayne, you could lose your job over shit like this.
Lose my Hang on.
Hang on.
Look, maybe things you know, got out of hand.
You know, maybe I took it a little bit What? Are you guys - You guys fucking with me? Fuck, Sarge.
- Wayne, calm down.
You're an earner and you work your ass off.
We are always going to protect you.
But, seriously, you could've been nailed.
The problem is you half-assed the paperwork.
Look, I Yeah, I'll be honest with you.
I just Yeah, I didn't really think this was much of anything.
Look here.
Always start with the attack.
A threat to your safety can never be mentioned enough.
Yeah.
See, it has to seem standard to anyone looking at this that you and any other officers were in serious danger.
I know.
I don't even see the part in here about the broken bottle, had to hear about that from your partner.
I mean, yeah.
Look, that fucker, he didn't just drop it.
I mean, yeah, he did.
He threw it right at me.
I mean, luckily, LT, I am an elite athlete.
Know what I mean? I mean, he would've hit me right in the fucking grill if I hadn't been so nimble, you know, so No, you're right, Sarge.
I just didn't think this one mattered.
I got sloppy.
- Rewrite that son of a bitch, okay? - All right.
I hear you.
I'm on it.
You motherfucker.
You scared the shit out of me, man.
- Yo.
- Yo, you got it done, right? Just pulled them over, at North and Gay, a couple blocks below you.
The White boy, right? The one we talked about.
Yeah.
Him and his girl.
He got the money and the gun, like I said? - You hungry yet? I'm thinking Thai - Gondo is on the line.
But you hold up.
We ain't rushing.
Because I told them I had his shit, but I ain't got nothing.
I ain't got nothing here no more, no Xannies, no nothing.
Right.
Yeah, you don't need nothing.
He ain't going to make it to you.
We're not rushing.
I got to make my own plan now, just in case some shit go wrong.
- Yeah.
- Where you at? I'm at the Prime Rib having steak au poivre.
- How fast can you get to North Avenue? - Why? Gondo's at a traffic stop and it's coming across kind of strange.
Gondo's on the wire right now? Oh, crap.
All right.
North and what? - North and Gay.
- Don't let him go.
I don't got his shit.
- Did they find anything? - Hold up.
Give me your shit.
The fuck are you doing? What's with these Howard County fuckers? This motherfucker is just scared.
So scared, it got me nervous.
Man, fuck this.
I'm hungry.
Let them buy their little drugs and leave.
No, no, no.
There's a gun in there.
Hold up, bro.
Gang's all here.
- Gondo, Rayam, Hersl, and I think Allers.
- Yo, he usually got the shit in back.
All right, fuck this.
I want lunch.
- I'm hungry.
- Hey, bro, you Hersl, you got no chill, man.
- Get the fuck out of the car.
- What the fuck I do? Get the fuck out of the car.
- Put your hands behind your head.
- Hands behind your head.
Go.
- Sit down.
Put your legs out.
- Come on man, what did we do? - The fuck did I do, man? - Don't you fucking worry about it, man.
Hey, man, keep that shit moving.
They're going to go inside the guy's pockets.
Oh, yeah.
- We got a little something there.
- What the fuck are you doing, man? Get off me.
Are you kidding me? - Shut the fuck up.
- There ain't no gun in here.
- Keep looking.
It's in there.
- All right.
Where you put it? - Motherfucker, you sure? - The gun is in his right pocket.
- His jacket.
- And you saw that shit? Yeah.
He carries it every time he comes because he got so much money, he be scared.
He should have like 600 or 700 dollars on him.
Hey.
- Thinking he could get robbed.
- Check his jacket, yo.
He ain't wearing a fucking jacket.
He's wearing a t-shirt.
Hey, man.
Just check the shit.
Yo.
Dick-lip.
Where's your jacket? In the back? I don't have a jacket, man.
Oh, yeah? You don't have a jacket? All right, man.
Calm the fuck down.
He's checking, he said he ain't got nothing.
They searched him and it ain't in there.
It ain't in his pockets, man.
He's shaking his head saying he ain't got nothing on him.
They searched him already.
It ain't in his pockets.
- He carries it every time he comes.
- Man, you bugging.
You got What you got? I like that sound.
You not going to like that sound, but I like that.
- Oh, shit.
- Hey.
- Look at that.
- Hey.
- Ain't she cute? - I told you, motherfuckers.
Ain't she cute? - We out here, brother.
- Come on, man.
That's a cute little Don't wake her.
- Look at that.
- Stupid motherfucker.
- We eating tonight, yeah! - What? - Your girl got a point.
- Nice one, Gondo.
When this guy lands at Central booking and makes his phone call we're going to want a recording of it.
That her, on the porch signifying? Yeah, that's her.
She wouldn't give me no play at all.
A lot of people don't like to talk to us.
I wonder the hell why.
Shells were scattered right over there by the curb.
That car window was shattered over here.
Looked inside and there was a pretty clean bullet sitting on the backseat, plain as day.
Young lady, can I talk to you? - I ain't got time.
Excuse me.
- Hold on.
Baltimore Homicide.
What's your name? Do you live here? - This my boyfriend house.
Why? - Well, what's your boyfriend's name? - Sir, what do you want with us? - What's his name? - Tae.
Nobody did anything.
Can I go? - Okay.
One sec.
What's your name? - Ebony.
- Ebony? Do you or Tae own a gun? I'm going to go in the house.
I'm not arrested, right? No, but we're going to find out what happened and where those bullets we found out here came from.
When we do, somebody's going to get locked up.
- Can I go? - Have a fine day.
- Ms.
Ebony got something to hide.
- Yeah.
I live here.
You understand me? You all come and go, but I live here.
- I understand.
- So do I, Ms.
Greene.
This is my post.
You remember, I tried to talk to you about this the other day when it happened.
I guess you think you're doing good policing up in this neighborhood.
Ma'am, we want to do a good job.
Now, I understand why you feel how you do about police.
But a good man died around the corner from here.
I mean, a working man, just like me.
Me and that clean brother up on your wall.
And I was in the service too.
Is that your husband? My late husband.
You know, we were one of the first Black families to buy up on this block.
It was beautiful.
Believe it or not, it was beautiful.
Mrs.
Greene we're not asking you to come to court or anything like that.
We just need a little help.
Can you tell us anything? Anything at all about the shooting that took place across the street? Any little thing will help.
Ms.
Ireane up on the corner, she has a grandson.
That boy is a devil.
A true devil.
That's all I have to say.
- One more thing.
- That's all I have to say.
In that sense, Ms.
Steele, I'm not sure what we could tell you that's going to change your mind.
I mean, you folks came into town with these preconceived notions and you're going to act on those, no matter what we tell you.
We came to town because the newspaper here reported on all the cash settlements the city had paid out to victims of police misconduct.
A string of brutality cases Claimed misconduct.
Those settlements did not admit to any fault on the part of the officers.
But cash settlements, nonetheless.
And sufficiently concerning is that the mayor invited an outside assessment of the department.
The same mayor who lost control of the city and let the Freddie Gray riots tear through downtown.
Do you believe the new mayor will be more sympathetic to your officers? It's not as though Catherine Pugh is running on law-and-order.
We'll see.
But if she ties up this department in a federal consent decree, and we can't police effectively, then she'll have the same political problems as Stephanie.
Can I ask you something, not as union president, just for my edification? Are Baltimore police engaged in a work slowdown because of the Freddie Gray indictments? Arrest numbers are way, way down, even as violence in the city is up.
The union does not in any way endorse a job action.
But if you are asking if there are officers who won't risk indictment for trying to clear a corner or make an arrest I think that's probably the case.
Would you risk your freedom for trying to make an arrest if you knew a prosecutor might come behind you with an indictment for false arrest? - If the arrest is legitimate.
- You're talking about probable cause.
Ms.
Steele, the courts themselves keep changing their mind on the rules of when we can detain, or stop-and-frisk, or arrest someone.
Every year, the Supreme Court has a new version of what the Fourth Amendment says.
And here comes Mosby, our State's Attorney, not only charging a murder because Gray died of undetermined causes in the back of a police wagon, but charging the officers who arrested that man who had a knife for false arrest.
- Charging them criminally.
- Any Baltimore cop doesn't want to risk using his handcuffs after seeing all that.
- Can you blame them? - When all the acquittals come in and they will, we'll see if we go through another round of riots - or the new mayor will defend the city.
- Could there ever be a moment where a police officer performed their job in such a manner that you would agree with a finding that he or she should be fired for abusive behavior or brutality? Could that ever happen in Baltimore? - Certainly.
- Has it ever happened? We are a labor union, Ms.
Steele.
We are here to support our members.
I'm going to need it for bail.
They gave me back your wallet.
It was empty.
There was nothing.
Because it wasn't in the wallet.
It was in the money clip.
- The cash was all in my clip.
- He didn't give me back no clip.
Thieving fucking cops took all of it.
Amy, you need to get me out of here.
Courtesy of the City Detention Center.
- We got them stealing in real time.
- Which ones? Gondo, Rayam, Allers, Hersl, on that car stop.
I had eyes on all of them the whole time.
Are we having fun or what? I don't know what to think.
We got Bedard.
Maybe Guthrie.
After that, we ain't got nothing but shit.
They won't pay for pitching.
They say they're rebuilding.
The Orioles have been rebuilding for fucking forever.
They used to have a pharmacist.
That's right.
It's called the Oriole Way.
But not anymore.
Jenkins.
What you drinking, boy? What it is, man.
What you got? What you working with? No.
Fuck that.
You got to chip in.
- Now, come on.
What's going on, man? - Come on.
Pay up.
Pay up.
I see.
My girl said when a nigga start patting his pockets when you ask him for money, he broke.
- Not what your girl said to me, man.
- Okay.
Tell you what, I got that overtime coming.
I'll get you like Tuesday or some shit.
No.
Keep that shit, Jenkins.
You might need it to buy a maxi-pad or something.
- Damn.
Shit.
You all got steaks, huh? - Yeah.
We ain't fucking around.
All right.
Well, shit.
Okay, Danny.
I might have to go into the old secret stash then.
There it is.
Motherfucker, you finally get promoted to citywide plainclothes, and you can't fill them pockets with a shit ton of money? How that work? - Give me one of those fat ones, man.
- Yeah, all right.
I'll tell you what your problem is.
See, I can get drunk for a week off 20 bucks.
Nobody told y'all to get all this high-call bullshit.
I mean, come on, Danny.
What's happening to you, man? What is this shit right here, man? What the fuck is this bougie-ass bottle, man? What the fuck is Pat-Ron, anyway? It's Patron tequila, Wayne.
You might as well still be in uniform if you going to carry shit like that.
"Pat-ron.
" Danny, I know what the fuck it is, man.
I'm just fucking with you, man.
You got me? Don't know what the fuck you're laughing at.
- This shit's funny? - Yeah, a little funny.
Tell you what's fucking funny is your fucking police work.
That's what funny, dude.
That's what's fucking funny.
Do you ever fucking lock the door, Donny? Damn, look at you up there.
- Looks like times are tough, Donny.
- Yeah.
It's all right, man.
But not without those letters of recommendation, - one of which was yours.
- Hey, man, I do what I can.
State wouldn't give me no bondsman license.
I got a fundamental belief in second chances, Donny.
- It's just who I am.
- Ain't that the truth.
But you know, I'm gonna use that second chance to make some real bank now.
I'm sure you will.
But you're doing all right.
I mean, you're doing real well, right? You're like citywide now, right? - Oh, yeah.
Organized Crime Division.
- Well, that's big time.
Oh, yeah.
Whatever.
Now I just gotta go get paid like them other guys.
Let's go look at some women.
That'll get your spirits up.
Fuck, yeah.
Let's get go look at some pussy, man.
All right, man.
I got to change my shirt, man.
I smell like a fucking elephant's asshole, man.
Come on.
Let's go.
Double D.
Holy shit.
Goddamn queen, look at her, man.
She's a goddamn queen.
What's going on, girl? What's going on with that? Hey.
Look at that Amazon queen right there.
- Go for it, man.
- I'll leave my wife for her, man.
I'll leave my wife for her.
I'll do it tonight.
Do it.
I ain't stopping you.
Who's the queen? Hello.
- Wow.
- Yeah, wow.
- Wow.
- Wow.
What's your name? I want to eat you up.
Look at those big, old lips.
Girl, you're so sexy.
- Can I touch you? - Hold on.
- Can I touch you? - Hold on.
You want to buy a bottle of champagne and come with me to the back room? - Yeah.
All right.
- Yeah? - What's gonna happen in the back room? - You got to buy the bottle first.
- How much is that going to cost me? - Two hundred.
And then a tip for me.
- That's a little rich for my blood.
- I don't think so.
I don't think so.
I think so.
Can we negotiate a little bit? Don't worry about it, bro.
I got this.
- Go on.
- For real? - Oh, yeah.
I got you, man.
Here.
- See? He got you.
I see how you worked the man.
- Let's go.
- Wait.
You're not police, right? Come on, girl.
Man, fuck the police.
All right.
All right.
And that's just for starters, all right? - Okay.
- Yeah.
You take care of my boy.
- You already know.
- You already know, D.
You already know.
- Let's go.
- Let's go.
Double D! So, how's Baltimore? I'd like to say I've seen worse, but I can't remember where.
Half the department has quit working to protest the Freddie Gray indictments, and the other half can't stop beating on people.
And both halves tell me the job can't be done legally.
Assuming she wins in November, which she should, will the new mayor be cooperative? Pugh? Well, we haven't met her yet.
But Police Commissioner Davis, he tells me that he doesn't know if she's on board for the consent decree.
That's different from Rawlings-Blake.
Davis thinks that her campaign donors, the developers, are telling her that the consent decree will bankrupt the city.
- What do you think of him? - He says the right things.
To me, he's pro-reform, caught between rocks and hard places.
But? I get that he inherited a mess of a department, but I just I don't see a man that's ready to take on the status quo.
He told me privately, he's never seen a department where so few cops are interested in police work.
That he doesn't know who he can rely on.
- He said that? - He told me something else.
- He said he thinks he's got cops stealing.
- Yeah, I'm hearing that too.
So, how are things here in Washington? A little nauseous right now, what with these early primaries.
I mean, can you believe it? - Where you been? - On the street.
- No, seriously.
- I was on the street.
Goddamn.
Yes, yes, yes.
I got a match.
- Two good bullets.
- Which case? Fenwick case.
- The Fenwick bullet matches what else? - A shots-fired call around the corner.
Bullets from a shots-fired? No vic? Who the hell recovers a bullet on that shit? Seriously.
Ebony.
Ebony! Where's Tae? I need to talk to him.
Look, do not play with me.
He's a suspect in a murder.
And if I find out you're hiding him, you're going to jail too.
You know what? Fuck this.
Let's go downtown.
Come! At his cousin's house, by that McDonald's off of North Avenue.
I don't know the address.
Pull your phone out.
Pull it out.
I'm going to give you one chance to help yourself and you need to take it.
Was Tae involved in the shooting that happened around here? Call him.
Tell him to meet you here now.
Do you really want this kind of trouble? Is this guy worth it? Work, work, work, work, work, work, work.
Rayam and Gondo gave us this one.
- Davon Robinson.
- AKA Wooda.
Allers robbed him right in front of his girl and two children.
If he had been so good as to share it with Gondo and the others on the raid, they might not be putting him in so quickly now.
Where's Robinson now? Not DOC and not courtside.
I don't see anything on the active docket.
Well, let's talk to him.
Part of tightening up these cases is getting the victims to cooperate.
Put some of these guys on the stand and you make it real to a jury.
I don't think he's going to agree to testify against police.
Well, he might when we tell him Allers and the rest are already locked up and that the U.
S.
Attorney's Office is going to look out for him.
Let's bring him in and I'll lay it out.
- Help y'all? - Hello.
I'm Erika Jensen with the FBI.
Is Davon Robinson around? We'd like to talk to him.
FBI? You looking to speak with Davon? Grandma, can you come get this baby? She's pretty.
Thank you.
Is this Davon's daughter? Looks more like her daddy every day.
All right.
That takes care of Devante Brim.
Now, let's give his house a good toss and find some guns.
Shit, she almost likes you.
I didn't hear the garage door.
I left the car in the driveway.
I was trying not to make too much noise.
How was work? Actually work was really good.
- That's a switch.
- A murder is down because of me.
Me and a cop, a kid who actually did his damn job.
It's down.
It wouldn't be down without us, so work was just about perfect.
I'm so proud of you.
Detective Suiter.
- So, you up now? - At 3:00 in the morning? I'm not that proud.
Henderson? That motherfucker? That's the biggest fucking waste of a big body I ever seen, dude.
He look mean but he's soft as fuck.
Let's get this.
Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.
Hey, Sues, give us another round.
What's up, Suit? - Hey.
- I love him, man.
He came through.
- I told you.
- You know, we try to do our best.
- Yeah.
- Hey, man, you lucky as fuck.
Man, I'm just ordering another round.
Sit down, man.
Yeah.
Don't look at him too long there, Sue.
He belong to me.
Got it, Wayne.
- Y'all look torched, man.
- Yeah, man.
We are.
- There's a reason for that.
- Yeah.
Dude, you got some good fucking timing.
He shows up right when the fucking round is being poured.
That's something else, man.
Hold on, I got to hit the head though.
I'll get the next round.
All right? And nobody, nobody drives tonight.
You hear me? - Y'all won't be driving nowhere tonight.
- Look, Sue, take the keys from these guys.
- Sue, you gonna take my keys? - I'll take your keys.
- I'll drive you home myself, Wayne.
- I didn't order this Stop, man.
I saved it for Suit, man.
What's up? How you doing, man? What's good? What do we think of him, man? - Sean? - Yeah.
You know him better than me.
I mean, you've been with him in SES.
Can we trust him? Yeah, I've heard good things.
Well, I guess you're going to find out.
Fuck, Wayne.
When's the last time you ate some real food? Come on, dawg.
I need that sugar rush before I bang on shitheads.
You want a bite? - I'm good.
- You sure? I got plenty up there.
Look at this shit.
Looks like a regular, old carwash.
Ain't no car wash.
This is a gold mine.
That.
See that chubby fucker right there? That's the fool we been up on, man.
I'm telling you that dude is a monster.
There goes his powerboat right there.
- That's his boat? - Yeah.
It's about to be our boat.
These motherfuckers, late as shit.
How the fuck am I waiting on you all? Y'all ready to get famous? - Let's go.
- It's go time.
You two, take that front door.
If anybody tries you, you break their ass.
You understand me? - Good? - Yeah.
Let's go.
Police.
Let me see your hands.
On the ground.
Get down on the ground.
Check out that door right there.
On the fucking ground.
Hey, man, on the ground.
Get down! Get down! Get down! - You good? - What the fuck is this? - Turn that shit off.
- Hey! Hey! To the wall, to the wall.
Hey, man, let's get him off the ground, please.
Are you serious? What's going on, Mr.
Conley? You good, sir? We got a bottle of water coming in for you right now, okay? Look, I'm going to level with you, sir.
If you make this easy on me, I'm going to make this easy on you, all right? Now, me and my detectives, we are aware that there are narcotics and firearms on these premises.
- Can you tell me where they're at, sir? - You got a warrant? Come on, big dawg.
You know, I'm going to keep it a hundred with you.
Now, look, you help me out, I'm going to get you up out of this, all right? Do what you got to do, Wayne.
My goodness.
Be all stubborn? Goddamn.
It's going to be like that? All right.
I mean, I could just gut this place.
I'm going to give you another shot, Mr.
Conley.
Why don't you tell me where the works at, sir? Last chance.
All right.
Ain't going to be a car wash when I'm done with it.
Going to tell you that right now.
Oops.
Got to be all fucking stubborn.
Trying to help your ass, but you're gonna be all fucking big and tough.
All right.
What's up, bitch? I love this.
You're doing this, sir.
This ain't me, it's you.
I gave you a shot, right? You want to say something now? Should we keep going? How about that? You still don't want to say shit? How about that? Fuck.
Wayne.
- Gorilla looking ass motherfucker.
- Fuck you, Wayne.
- Say that shit again, bitch.
- You fucking faggot.
It's like that? Be quiet, boy.
Ain't nothing tough about you, bitch.
- Is that right? - I got you.
- Is that, right? - Wayne.
- I got you.
- That's a nice fucking TV.
Goddamn, dude, with that fuckin' Fucking Sony.
Wayne.
What's it now, motherfucker? Take the cuffs off, I'll bust your motherfucking ass.
- You call me a faggot, motherfucker? - Wayne.
Wayne.
This ain't no regular table.
Come check the table.
This ain't no regular table.
- Fucking scared of you.
- This ain't no regular table.
Flip this bitch over.
Fuck.
- Fuck! - Okay.
You got something to say now? Somebody going away a long time.
Fucking jackpot up in here.
Oh, yeah.
Goddamn.
You know, sometimes the hard way works.
Hey, get them guys in here.
- Fuck you! - I'll tell you what, big dawg, you're going to jail a long fucking time.
Man, get him the fuck out of here.
Hey, man.
That's some great fucking police work, dawg.
- Hey.
- That's a fucking Hey, man, I didn't know I was here with Supercop.
Motherfucker got a silencer.
Look at this.
Oh, my goodness.
Goddamn, Sean, I tell you what, man.
You doing the damn thing.
And a brick.
And a motherfucking brick.
That's some good-ass fucking police work, dawg.
Yeah.
We got about 45, 50 Gs up in there.
Yeah.
You have got, like, six guns, brick.
Fucking powerboat out there.
I don't know.
What you think, man? Shit, Wayne.
- What? There's patrol outside.
We - Okay.
We can't walk out of here with 50,000 dollars.
- Come on, man.
Come on.
- Okay.
You're right.
Okay.
So, we got the brick.
We got six guns.
We got the motherfucking powerboat.
Say about 4 Gs in drug money.
You know something, I'm going to call it in like that, dawg.
- That's what we're doing.
- Wayne.
- Wayne.
Wayne.
- Hey, hey, hey.
I said that's what we're doing.
I'm going to bag that shit up.
We going to get the guys.
They're going to get the rest of it.
Call a camera crew, big dawg.
That's some beautiful fucking police work.
Congratulations.
A decorated police officer.
Do you know how many guns he's taken off the street? How many lives he saved? He's a family man.
And has served this city for most of his adult life.
"Decorated police officer.
" "Hero cop.
" What you got me accused of here? Taking some money? Okay.
Yeah, maybe.
But I did my job.
I brought guns and drugs off these streets.
I never hurt no one.
- You never hurt anyone? - Fuck no.
What about Davon Robinson? - Who? - The young father that you took 10,000 from.
The raid on Kitmore Road.
Supplement reports say no money seized, but we know different.
Don't we, Sergeant Allers? - That ten grand you stole - It's about that time.
Make sure you pick up some milk on your way back.
Davon Robinson owed it to his supplier.
Bye, baby.
Those kinds of street debts don't get forgiven.
Shit.
Hey, let's go, nigga.
Peel off.
Peel off.
Go, go! I'll confer with my client.
Fuck you.
Okay.
How about when I called him a gorilla, dawg? Tell you what, Brass going to be sucking our dicks for this one, man.
Probably get a medal or some shit.
That was a good-ass eye on that table, man.
That was Man, you got an eye, dawg.
That was some serious police work, man.
- A good day.
- Bet your ass it was a good day.
I don't know, man.
Shit.
What you don't know, man? It's yours.
You earned it.
Man, you don't realize what happened today, man.
That was a bad motherfucker.
A bad fucking person.
We got him off the street, man.
- Yeah, but - We got his guns and his dough.
Hang on, let me finish.
You know, we could've died today, right? Walk into that shop motherfucking heads blown off.
That risk sure as shit ain't worth what I bring home every two weeks, man.
Fuck that.
My babies can't eat no fucking medal, Sean.
A folded flag because I take a bullet for a city that don't give two fucks about us.
What do we do this for? This is a lot.