Homicide: Life on the Street · Season 1
You got two things right, you got a drug deal and a shootout, but not between those two guys! Lowe is lying wounded on the floor, and Cole is lying dead on top of him on his back!
...They shoot each other! [holds out his finger, mimicking a gun] BANG! BANG! Cole gets shot in the chest, then he spins around, falls over on Lowe!
Okay, where's Cole's gun? We only recovered ONE gun!
So far...
[angry] What'd he do, SWALLOW it?
[to Munch] The depth of your stupidity frightens me sometimes.
Tim, will you stop beating that horse? It's dead, it's dog meat, it's glue.
Felton, Felton, Felton!
What?
Help me out here, will ya?
Frank's a serious guy.
And not very well-tempered either.
Why should the killer even stay in Baltimore anymore?
Well, if he is from Baltimore, he won't go. He'll talk about it, but he won't do it.
You got your dark side, and it terrifies you, and it frightens you. It scares you cause it's powerful and it makes you capable of doing anything. Anything. Without it, you look in the mirror, and all you see is an am-a-teur.
You got toilet paper over there?
No.
You got five ones for a five?
You want to trust me. I know that. But you're holding back that little bit. Tell me what happened. I'm not going to write it down or anything. I'm going to sit right here. You see no...I have no pen in my hand. Nothing up my sleeve. Please, don't look at me as a cop. Look at me as a friend. Look at me as a friend. Cause that's how I'm looking at you. As a friend. Not as somebody that committed murder. Not as a really vicious person. Because you're not. I think a lot of you. You told me about your drinking and about being an arabber and everything else. I got problems too. Hell, we all got problems. Tell me what happened. I'll believe anything that you say.
[to Tim Bayliss] You from Baltimore, right? Do you say BAWL-mer or BALL-di-more? Come on, say it. I'll tell you which neighborhood you're from. I rode the streets. I talk to people. Say Baltimore, and I'll tell you within ten blocks where you were born. Yeah, you from here. You got that homegrown look. The not too southern, not too northern, not on the ocean but still on the water look. With maybe a touch of inbreeding.
I had my doubts but you're right. I am now convinced that Tucker killed Adena Watson.
Really? I'm not so sure he did anymore.
Jake... Jake, what kinda name is that for a dog, especially a police dog?... Jake...
Jake is a good name, uh, solid, dependable, easy for a dog to respond to.
Naw naw naw, a dog should be named, um... Rex.
Rex... you know I had an Irish Setter one time and his name was Molly.
[laughs] An Irish Setter?
Molly was a beautiful dog!
I owned a Komondor. You with that Molly, you wouldn't have a clue; would you?
You had a Komondor? One of them foul-smelling sheep dogs from Hungary? You want me to be impressed?
Well, compared with an Irish setter, my dog is a genius; an Einstein.
Genius? And this genius's name was Rex.
Eh Stan, anyone ever jump off this balcony? [glances out a huge window onto the street] You know, did you ever have a killer, and you were just about to put him away, and he, like, made a break for it and he runs out the doors... AND OFF THE BALCONY ONTO THE DECK! [rushes forward excitedly, screaming and laughing] Ah, that's cool, man! That ever happen?
No... no.
We got a call... Barney Street, shooting.
Okay.
That's cool, man! Let's do it, let's do it, c'mon... fresh...
[Danny wanders away, leaving Bolander smiling and Munch looking worried]
Did he say things are gonna be 'fresh'?
[nods his head] ... 'Fresh'.
[confused] You wanna tell me what that means?
It means... uh, neato, keen.
'Neatokey'? I'm glad you understand these things.
Life would be perfect, if it was only kids and dogs.
The jury's coming back.
That was fast.
Is that good or bad? I can't remember.
Of course it's good! We can go eat dinner soon.
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