We Own This City

I blew off roll call 'cause I got that itch, man. It's hot up here.

Yo, dawg, I'm feeling this spot.

- Yeah, why's that? - Man, I just... I can smell it.

We about to get that work.

Look at this cat right here.

See that? That right there is a drug deal.

It's 11:30 in the morning, man. How the fuck do you get that?

Come on, man.

Fucking make of car. The backpack he's wearing.

In Baltimore, it's all the PC we need.

Hey, Sean, I like these two cats in the black Acura.

Let's jack these fools.

Let's light them up.

- Show me hands! - Hands! Hands!

Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Come on! Let's go, man! Let's go!

17-0-2, be advised. We're in pursuit of a black Acura

travelling at a high speed on Belle.

Headed towards Gwynn Oak. Wanted on CDS violations.

- 17-0-2, 10-4. - Motherfucker, you wanna roll? Roll.

- The driver's wanted for CDS. - Get on the right! Get on the right!

- Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! - Just take it slow. See me on the back?

- Stay the fuck there! - KGA to 17-0-2,

- break off pursuit. - Shut the fuck...

- Break this off, motherfucker. - Do you copy?

Careful, bro.

I ain't gonna fucking stop, motherfucker. I'm right on you now.

Hang on! Hang on!

Ah, come... Motherfucker!

Slow down.

Copy.

- Show me your hands! - Get out of the car!

- Get the fuck out of the car! - Hands!

- Hands! - Hands!

- Out of the car! Hands! - On the ground! On your belly!

Hands behind your back!

Why the fuck did you book?

- Get up. Come on. - Man, we didn't know you were cops.

- You didn't even show us your badge. - Don't give me that fucking bullshit.

You seen our misery lights. I don't wanna hear that.

Man, I ain't seen shit!

Cross your legs.

- Damn! - 44-51.

- 10-4, 44-51. - Yeah, I need an ambulance at the corner

of Gwynn Oak and Belle Ave.

- You're not gonna find nothing. - Okay.

Requesting a 10-38 at Belle and Gwynn Oak right away.

Ma'am... ma'am, are you hurt?

Ma'am... ma'am, I need you to try to hold still, okay?

There's an ambulance on the way, all right?

- Ma'am, I need you to try to breathe. - Please, Allen...

- Are you hurt? - Wake up!

- Okay. - No, no, no!

Fuck!

Told you, there's nothing in there.

I don't have that number in the system.

- Please repeat the last four. - Car's clean!

- Bullshit! - 5-4-0-1.

You know these fuckers are dirty. What'd you do? You toss it out the window?

- No. - What's up?

- No. - 5-4-0-1,

running it through the system. Standby.

- Fuck! - Why? You got nothing?

- No, man. - 23-12.

23-12, go ahead.

They're clean, there's nothing on 'em.

23-15, copy?

Jenks. They're clean. There's nothing on 'em.

I'mma call the sergeant.

- Back up. - Back up.

Baltimore is a poster child for the basic failure to stop lawlessness.

No justice, no peace!

I've heard your calls for "no justice, no peace."

No justice, no peace!

Where there's smoke, there's fire.

These officers, they're 1930s-style gangsters.

You said Jenkins was worried, why?

There's only a few situations

where we're supposed to initiate or continue a high-speed chase.

A narcotics offense ain't one of them.

I mean, we've got helicopters up there

that could track a fleeing vehicle without endangering innocent people.

And the old man in the Monte Carlo?

He rolled a seven, yeah.

He was pronounced dead at the ER at University.

Baker 10, good morning...

That's quite a CDR. Make sure you add it to inventory.

Right on.

This was fatal.

Hey, Sean.

Do me a favor and just go toss the car one more time.

You know? In case we missed something.

Jenkins...

Jenk!

It was on the floor, right under the seat.

Man, you fucking planted that shit!

Man, y'all cruddy as hell! Y'all petty as shit. That's what y'all is.

Get off me, man! Look, you guys know damn well I ain't do that shit!

I ain't got nothing to do with that!

Man, you fucking planted that shit on me, yo!

You tryin' to frame my ass!

Hey, how you gonna do me like that knowing I had nothing to do with it?

Everyone sees you looking at me. It was nothing!

Detective Ward, do you have any knowledge of the Umar Burley incident

that Wayne Jenkins was involved in back in 2010?

No, sir. I wasn't with Wayne then.

Before we go any further, my client, Mr. Ward, has something to say.

Go ahead.

I just wanna say I was wrong.

I was involved in some bad things.

I knew it was wrong at the time and I know it now.

I'm sorry for what I did. Not just 'cause I got caught, but

sorry for real.

I just want y'all to know that.

Let's move on.

By the time you got together with Jenkins in 2015,

he had made sergeant, correct?

Yeah, Sergeant Jenkins invited me to a new SES squad.

I was hyped because Jenkins was considered

one of the best guys we had in plainclothes.

Nobody warned you about him?

The only blow back I got was from this guy I knew

from the Western, Sean Suiter, who... who works Homicide now.

Suiter said, learn what I could from Jenkins, and get out of the squad.

He said Wayne was involved in some crazy shit.

Sean said

they protect Jenkins,

and they leave the guys who work for him to the wolves.

- Who's "they"? - The brass.

I should've listened, especially when I heard

Jenkins just got off of being in some jackpot over some case of his

that went south.

Elaborate.

All I know, they took him off the streets for a couple months.

And the complaint came from the State's Attorney's Office.

But you joined the unit anyway?

I made a poor decision.

When I was making that list,

I might have forgotten a few things.

There were so many.

Pick one.

I can start with this one.

What's BT stand for?

Belvedere Towers.

Okay, when did this happen?

Spring, 2015.

And who was with you?

Jenkins and Taylor.

Yo, we about to get up in that car trunk.

Yeah, that's the fucking jackpot.

Check out those two.

Come on, let's get some.

Dealers were always hangin' around the BT.

It was hot.

Shit.

Let me see your hands, gentlemen.

What's going on, fellas?

Now, look, I am a federal agent. We are conducting a wiretap.

You are not the targets of our investigation,

but we did overhear that there was going to be a drug deal

on this lot. That's why we're here.

Now, we do detect the smell of marijuana. For that reason,

we're gonna have to go ahead and search your vehicle.

Why don't you guys do me a favor, go ahead and take a seat on the curb for me?

- Come on, man. - Yo, I didn't give you permission

to search my shit, yo.

- Fuck is you talking about, yo? - Calm down.

- You can't do this. - I don't think you listening, dumb-dumb,

- I don't need a reason. - I don't know who the fuck you think

- you talking to. You don't know me. - Tell your boy to calm down.

Cross your legs. Hands behind your back.

- And quiet. - You don't know me.

Y'all ain't got nothing better to fucking do, yo.

- Yo, this shit is phony as hell, yo. - This shit is fucked up.

You don't know what the fuck y'all talking about.

- What is that on your shoe? - Quiet, yo.

- What you talking... - Look down. Don't look up, okay? Just...

On that wall behind you they've got a security camera.

Just in case we find something in the car and we want to put it in our car.

Don't wanna get caught on camera, okay?

So, just pull the car up a little bit and lose the camera. Can you do that?

- Copy. - My man.

Go and get a donut and coffee.

You... You... You hungry right now? I know you want that donut, yo.

You need your man's help? Look, he's gonna come up to me real quick.

What's up fellas?

You good, my man?

Ain't got nothing better to do, I hear you.

You know, you need to be worried about your mother at home.

- Yo, don't worry about it, man. - You ain't from around here, yo.

They just got you on duty, yo.

That's your little... That's your puppet master over there.

- For sure, yeah. - Damn straight.

Okay, gentlemen, we're gonna cut you loose.

You give their IDs back.

You're gonna get something from us in the mail called a target letter.

Okay? We apologize for the inconvenience.

We hope you guys have a good night. You guys stay safe.

- Think they got us, yo? - Hell yeah.

All the green.