LLandlord
This ain't right.
What?
Yeah it is, 201, open it up.
LLandlord
No, Holton's in 210.
2-1-0?
LLandlord
Yeah, 210, down there.
They went to the wrong door.
All S1
S1 E15Unfinished Business
My shoes are wrecked. I've got their blood all over my shoes.
Like I said, I'm fine.
Feeling a little freaked?
No.
Scared?
No.
Guilty?
No. That's Bayliss. Not me.
Oh, I get it. You don't feel anything at all. You're the type of guy that two weeks from now, you'll be stopped at a traffic light and all this will hit you and when it hits, it'll hit hard. It'll hit you so hard that your heart will burst into a hundred pieces.
Let him talk; he'll talk all he wants. The more he talks, the deeper he steps into the crap.
DWDet. Walker
Mrs. Holton, we need to ask you a few more questions.
HMrs. Holton
Who's he?
Detective Lewis. Homicide.
HMrs. Holton
A good-looking Police Officer? How come you never brought nobody good-looking with you before?
DWDet. Walker
Good-looking? You need glasses, Mrs. Holton.
[advising Felton] Just keep goin' on.
Meldrick, that's like the stupidest thing I've ever heard in my whole life.
Now you're just spittin' on my advice. You ask me down here and I open up my heart to you and you gonna spit on my advice, just like that?
Basically, yeah.
Gimme back the giraffe.
No.
You don't want my advice, then gimme back the damn giraffe!
I feel real good. I feel good that any fucking asshole can go down to the corner store and buy himself a semiautomatic weapon and start blasting. You know what else I feel good about? I feel good about you people; you media motherfuckers. Gonna take this shit and put it on the evening news. Your ratings are gonna be good. You vultures oughta be ashamed of your goddamned selves.
He who loses control, loses!
RDReporter Dawn Daniels
How do you feel now?
Sad, angry...
RDReporter Dawn Daniels
Stressed?
Life is stress by definition.
What are you doing back here, Tim?
I think the real question is, why would I ever leave here? Because unlike Frank, I love my job. I love it here, I love it here so much, that I think I'll just stay here forever.
I love it here, I just love it here. I love it here! Criminology, that's my specialty. Tim Bayliss, Homicide...
LLogan
Detective Frank Pembleton? Mike Logan, NYPD. This is your prisoner, R. Vincent Smith.
So, whenever you decide to show up, I'm supposed to be here?
LLogan
Hey, you're on the clock same as me, what difference does it make?
Typical Big Apple attitude.
LLogan
Anyway, Mr. Smith here has agreed to waive extradition on a felony warrant for second-degree murder. So they call this Charm City, huh? Sounds like something you get out of a box of Cracker Jacks. Who'd want to stay in this land of enchantment?
Plenty of New Yorkers ran down here to Baltimore. Dorothy Parker, for one.
LLogan
Dorothy who?
RVR. Vincent Smith
Parker, you illiterate.
[Logan slaps the back of Smith's head]
Dorothy Parker was the wittiest woman in America. The toast of Manhattan. She dies, she's cremated. Her ashes sit in a jar in some Wall Street lawyer's office for twenty years - twenty years - while all the New York sophisticates ham and haw, 'whatsoever shall we do with poor Dorothy's ashes?' And where does she end up? Baltimore!
LLogan
I got two words for you guys. Babe Ruth. The Babe. King of Swing, Sultan of Swat, born right here in Baltimore. But where does he go to get his fame and fortune? New York City.
RVR. Vincent Smith
Edgar Allen Poe. Edgar Allen Poe hated New York so much he had to come to Baltimore to die! That's what New York does to its poets.
LLogan
What did he die of, the local crab cakes? Enjoy your stay, Shakespeare.
You're going to jail for this murder. But thank your lucky stars it's not gonna be in New York.
RVR. Vincent Smith
Why do you think I didn't fight extradition? I may be guilty, but I'm no fool.
I gotta hand it to you, baby. You got some nerve on you. Do me a favor, would ya? Would you autograph this for me?
What are you talking about?
And put the date and something personal. Never know; could be valuable in the future.
What is going on around here?
You don't know?
No, I don't.
You ain't been across the street?
No, I haven't. Is there something across the street I should know about?
Yeah, you need to take a look at the photo exhibit at the gallery over there.
I do?
Yeah. Absolutely. Go way in the back, up against the wall, you'll... you'll know what I'm talking about. You know, I would've never had the nerve to do something like that. And I thought you were all talk, ya big fella. Ohhh, Munchkin. Whoops, guess we can't call him that anymore, huh?
[About suspected cop shooter Pratt] All I know is, he was driven, in his own perverted mind, to make the world a better place for losers like himself; made his poison more dangerous than most.
Maybe you can tell me about the Battisto case.
Well, we're moving along slowly but surely, we're trudging through it. Uncky Frank is on top of things.
You know, it might help if I had a partner who didn't whine so much, but hey, let's not get caught up in the details.
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