Homicide: Life on the Street · Season 1
This man was a bastard.
Yeah, he was.
He got what he deserved.
Yes, he did.
Manslaughter, 5 years suspended.
What are you talking about? It doesn't work that way!
[laughs] It doesn't?
No! No, you can't just go through this world giving every bastard what he deserves!
Where do I put my hate?
You depress me, Munch. Don't you ever think of anything positive to say?
Hey, if he's not murdered, it's not my problem.
Luther Mahoney. What do you say? You in?
You mention Luther Mahoney, we'll follow you to the ends of the earth.
Could you please bring some identification to the front desk?
No problem. [drives through gate]
[after beating up Luther] I'm a good cop, Luther. I'm an honest cop. That means I got standards.
I'm not armed.
Never beat on a man half your size. People won't think it's a fair fight.
I'm surrendering.
Never put an ass-whooping on a man unless you're damn sure he got it coming to him. I'm going to be beating on you for a little while.
You're crazy, Lewis.
I've been a cop for a long time. And drugs out there, we're never gonna win that. There's a hundred open-air drug markets in this city and 50,000 drug fiends out there. And we are taking on human desires with lawyers and jailhouses and lockups and you and I both know human desire is kicking us in the ass. So what I need to know, Luther, is why you couldn't be happy with just the package. If you were just slinging drugs maybe you and I wouldn't be here. But the bodies. What about the bodies? What is up with that?
Munch [shocked at finding a cooperative murder witness in West Baltimore] Tell me, Mr. Joseph, are there anymore like you at home?
Personally, I feel that if anyone gets killed after 2 AM, they have no right to a quality death investigation.
We have an expression in Homicide: Our day begins when yours ends.
Bastards killed him in his own bathroom.
They murdered him. Beau believed there was a distinction between murder and killing.
We don't close this case, it's on me. I should've known it wasn't a suicide. I let the case get cold because I believed the worst of Beau. I believed he was capable of killing himself and ughhh, I hated him for that. For his being weak, selfish, everything I hated about him when we were partners. But with Beau, it was always when hating him the most, that he would turn around and do something incredibly, stupidly, sweet. Just got to hate him all the more... Don't tell anyone I cried.
So, Cox and Kellerman, Julia and Mikey, Bones and the Badge.
[to Gharty & Falsone] Girls, girls, you're both pretty.
What is it then?
I'm on the street. I'm working. I need to know that if push comes to shove, my partner will fight for me. I don't wanna go through a door or down some alley and then find out nobody's got my back.
So, that's it.
How am I supposed to trust someone who won't go through the same doors as me? Howard, Lewis, Bayliss, every cop on this shift will fight. Every cop will fight. I know that. I depend upon it.
I can't believe it. You lost a witness. How tall are you Mike?
How tall am I?
Yeah, what, about 6'1, 6'2?
6'1. Why are you asking how tall I am?
I didn't know they could pile crap that high.
[at Beauragard Donald 'Beau' Felton's memorial ceremony] Bodies still fall. The phone still rings. We still fill out our daily run sheets and argue about overtime. The board still collects names... in red & black. But long after the cases blur, and fade entirely from our memory... we still remember our own.
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