You're not going to go for this Gee, are you?
At this stage in the game, I'd take help from that woman on Profiler. How quickly can we air the story?
All S1
S1 E15Unfinished Business
We speak for the dead, remember?
Screw the dead. What have their moldering asses ever done for me?
[pursuing a murder suspect, Pembleton and Bayliss search his car…and are surprised to find a trunkful of illicit drugs]
You're not Manuel Rendares, are you?
BWBernard Weeks
Bernard Weeks. How the hell did y'all get onto me? I was so damn careful. I've been moving this kind of weight for 5 years and not so much as a traffic stop. Y'all DEA, right?
No.
WWeeks
FBI, Customs?
Nope.
WWeeks
Local narcotics. How long you been onto me? 6 months? Longer? You had to be on me for about a year, year and a half, to roll up on me with this kinda weight.
Nah. We weren't looking for you.
WWeeks
Say what?
We're not local narcotics.
We're Baltimore Homicide. We're lookin' for someone else. This is just a…a mistake.
WWeeks
A mistake?
Yeah.
WWeeks
You roll up on me with 200 kilograms and it's a mistake?!
Well, you haven't by any chance killed anybody in Baltimore lately, have you?
WWeeks
No way.
[exasperated] We just wasted another day.
WWeeks
[stunned] A mistake?
Yeah. Sorry. Get him outta here.
My heroes.
Well, that's what we are, Gee.
My drug warriors. [mock surprise] Oh my. Why, it's still red. In all this excitement, I didn't see this red name on the board here. Gaynor. Now how could I have forgotten this red name on the board?
Falsone, you got to relax, brother. C'mon, man.
Meldrick, are you whackin' these guys?
I'm a cop, Falsone.
I have to ask.
No, no. You ain't got to ask. You think I'm like them? You think I play by those rules?
It done folded just like you said it would, Gee.
Well, my words are my bond.
Yeah. Exactly how many favors you hafta call in on this one?
More than you'd ever want to know.
GGaffney
Detective Lewis.
Captain.
GGaffney
You look good in uniform, Lewis.
Why, thank you, sir.
GGaffney
If it was up to me, you'd be back in a squad car for that stunt you pulled.
Yes sir.
GGaffney
Course, your lieutenant here, he thinks otherwise, but I've always said Al's problem's a lack of discipline. If I was running his shift, I'd be offering you a transfer.
Respectfully speaking, sir? If you were running his shift, I'd be taking it.
What would it take for you to kill yourself?
A date with John Munch.
If this case is such a legend, how come I don't know anything about it? I mean, I've been in this unit for 6 years now and I've never heard anyone say anything about Clara Sloane.
Look, when you caught the Adena Watson case your first week in Homicide, and the case didn't go down, nobody had the heart to tell you about her, ok?
You wish you'd stayed with the Sloane case?
Yeah.
Maybe it's good that you passed on it. You know, you started in, another dead little girl, nightmares....
That wound is healed Frank.
Why pull off the scab?
Don't say a single word, Munch.
What's to say?
FFinnegan
The guy give it up? You're coming from a box session, right? That ugly mope? He won't go?
Suspect demanded to see an attorney.
FFinnegan
Oh, he does, does he? Did you give him a taste of the phonebook?
Uh, we haven't hit anybody with a phonebook around here since '96.
What are you drinking? I've got you covered all night.
FFinnegan
That's very nice of you, bitch. Jamesons straight up. You know, when I was working murders, we used to drink across the street.
The Waterfront?
FFinnegan
In my day, we wouldn't be caught dead in the Waterfront. I'll take you to a place where true police held court.
Ouch.
You think if somebody wanted to write a book about us?
What, about you and me?
The unit. Homicide detectives.
Right. Fat chance.
JBJunior Bunk
[to Lewis and Kellerman] Who do you think you all dealin' with, huh? Huh, I'm a man! I ain't no boy! A man! I'll do the twenty. I'll do the life. I don't care. So you all go ahead, send me straight to death row. Put the poison in my veins. But I'm done talkin'. You hear me? I'm telling your, your skinny white ass, and your sorry black ass, go ahead, ring me up, please. Do whatever it is you think you can do to me.
[to Lewis, referring to Junior] Don't get too close; she bites. You might lose a finger.
What the hell happened? I go across the street for a cocktail; I come back to the squadroom it's the Alamo.
Junior Bunk snatched a weapon out of Tambelli's desk. Gharty, Ballard, three uniforms got hit.
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