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[Music] Let go. [Music] Through. [Music] [Music] Be. [Music] The traffic along the Beltway in the Jones Falls is clearing out nicely. WKM drive time is 9:06. Forecast calls for intermittent showers with a chance of thunderstorms. If you don't like the weather in Baltimore, wait 10 minutes. On our request line, here's one going out to Kaye in Columbia. Hey, hey, drink this. We're dehydrated. So how is it for you? That was what the night? Last night? Last night was fine. Was fine? Yeah, it was good. That was great. Of course it was. I don't remember last night, but it was good, right? Actually, I don't really remember much of last night either. Hey, maybe we should try it sober. The sex? You need a little change there? Oh, to get to work. I'm going to take a shower. You've got a job too, right? Yes, I do. He died a cop. Felton quit. Both Felton died a cop. He was working. He was on shift. He took one in the head doing company business. He was undercover the last six months. I sent him into Frank Cwell's auto replating operation. Stewart Guardy, you remember? Yeah. Yeah. See, you decided not to take that pension after all, huh? No. I'm with IID now. Guardy, you're the one that—yeah, yeah, I'm the one that Detective Russ had brought up on charges last April. You want to stick your fork in me and you want to get back to the business at hand? Last year, you wouldn't get out of a radio car and go into a city high-rise during a shootout, but now, now you are willing to send another cop undercover into a major crime ring? No, no, Lieutenant. She's entitled. I deserve that one. I'll take it. But I'm here today about Felton. Why would an IID detective send a disgraced homicide detective into an auto replating ring? US Customs and the City Auto Squad were jointly looking at Cwell for more than a year. Every single time they hit one of Cantwell's auto shops with a search warrant, they come up empty. No stolen cars. No Cwell. Customs figure that someone from the Auto Squad was leaking to the bad guys, which is pure bull. Oh, I suppose you think Cwell just got lucky during all those raids? Maybe he did, and maybe he was tipped. Not by me and not by any other guy. My well, Customs thought otherwise. And when Customs complained to Barnfather, I got put on the case. Yeah, but why Felton? What better undercover to use than a recently disgraced cop? Yeah, and I can tell you he was a fine undercover. Felton was deep into Cwell's world when he got killed. When you got him killed, he knew the risks. Yeah, did he? It's done, K. What's left for us is to work the murder. That's simple enough to start with. Cwell, he made Felton an undercover? No, no, we don't know that Felton was made. He could have been killed for any other reasons. Had nothing to do with Cwell. True. Give me a break. This rat bastard from internal sent Felton into Cwell and lost him. Go to hell, F. Some back off. Back off. You want to get—break it up, break it up. That's enough. I want all my detectives on the same page. I want all of you working in the same direction. I want my detective Avenged Felton as the primary, working with BIS as the secondary. Guardian, Fone, you're both the sides of the homicide unit. I am not teaming up with anyone for my IID. Yeah, me neither. There's no way. I'm getting just one word, Felton. I got Fel—hey, wait a second, wait a second. Yeah, Ruster City Homicide. I need to talk to the agents involved in the Cwell probe. Megan, what are you doing? I'm on the phone with Customs. Yeah, Frank Cwell, John, I need you to get in touch with B's relatives, friends. We got to rule out any suspect beyond Cwell. And where are you two going? I'm going down to Customs to find out if they had a phone trap on Bo's apartment. If they did, I'll have them get a dump on the reference. Hang on, hang on, hang on. I'm the primary, right? And I'm the sergeant. Come on, let's go down. Hold on. I said hang on. Hang on. Megan, put the phone down. Please put the phone down. I'll call you back. If you want this case, fine. Go in there and talk to G and get him to write the name Felton under your column on the board. I'll sit at my desk and wait for the next call. Otherwise, I don't want anyone to do anything without clearing it through me first. Frank, Bo Fone was my partner, right? Right. He was G's detective. Megan, Megan here. She flew from Paris because she has some personal stake too. I understand all that, and you couldn't care less. The bottom line is that I cannot have half the ship flying off in different directions and tripping all over each other. I'm primary. I need control. Fine. Problem solved. Megan, you're secondary. Gun power, protect the Russ M. I've carried your water in that squad room in every argument on every occasion. I have backed you. You back me. Now I can't look at the board under my name. What do you see? Black. I'm every bit as good an investigator as Pembleton. I know that. I also know what both Felton meant to you and to you, and I know that one of my best detectives, Pembleton, didn't think much of the man. All the more reason to do nothing. If I do nothing, I have a cold, precise death investigation. If I take Pembleton off the case and hand it to you and have Sparks and Heat and Worry, you owe me this. I owe you, K, but not this. So you're telling me that I flew across an ocean to be shoved aside? Megan, I didn't ask you to come. Wonderful. I just take ourselves off to the coffee room, make a fresh pot for the boys, huh? You see it, don't you? Is someone who you cared for, Bo, as someone who is trying to make this right? No, I don't see it. As a shift lieutenant, you have done the same thing. Yes, but then again, I wasn't a shift commander very long, now was I? You're an idiot to lean on my judgment. To her, calm it down. I need you both. What for? Beth Felton doesn't want to have a damn thing to do with B Felton anymore. I need you to make a funeral. [Music] Why don't we just start jacking up every M in Cantwell's crew, toss him in the box, and see what gives? Do that and Cantwell shuts the operation down. You may put together a murder case, but we'll never know the source of the leak if there was a leak. You want to believe Cwell wasn't tipped? Fine. Girls, girls, you're both pretty hell. What are you looking at? There's never been an unsolved shooting of a Baltimore police officer. This case cannot be allowed to change that. Bunch, get down to the morgue. See if toxicology is back. I want to know if both Felton didn't pick up a drug habit along the way. BIS, get what Customs has on Cantwell. Also, see if there's a trap on Felton's phone. If so, pull in all the logs. I want to see my informant first to see if you learned anything new since we last talked. What are you going to do, Frank? We canvas the scene. What about me on this rec canvas? You want me to take the neighbors on the other side of the street? 'Cause we split it up, we get it done faster. You want to say something? Anything? Doing police work with a man who can't manage to speak a solitary word to me 'cause I'm IID? Right. Stug Guardy of the Rat Squad. I don't have a problem with IID. Oh, come on, guys. I worked with you for 10 years in patrol. Haven't talked to me since I went to internal. I know the freeze out. I don't bleed blue for anybody doing dirt. So you put a couple of bad cops in the jackpot, that's no skin off my nose. What's this about then? I'm on a street. I'm working. I need to know if push comes to shove, my partner will fight. I don't want to be left alone in the back alley. I don't want to go through the door and then find out nobody's got my back. So that's it. So how'd you find Eddie Dugan? How do you find any informant? Lift up a rock. See what slithers. Where to now? We go back to the office. We wait through these phone logs. We find out who called Felton, who Felton called. You always wear a suit? What, a suit? It's mandatory on a homicide unit? Huh? No, auto theft. The hell difference? Doesn't make if you wear a suit. I go talk to grease monkeys and go bust gearheads who got a jones for a holly manifold. I'm a man on a mission. I don't need to wear a suit. You, you're a homicide. That's a CL. A lot of people care more about their cars than they do about dead relatives. How do I work with a cop who won?