Sure don't look like no scooter trash, Reb.
I must've been rehabilitated.
You look good, Reb. They feed you well?
The strong always eat well.
When's the funeral?
Tomorrow. 10:00.
What about the guys he saw?
Well, uh, Charlie here— Charlie, this is Reb.
Heard a lot about you.
Charlie's done some sniffin' around since he knew some of The Wire's customers.
And?
He came up with some possibilities.
Toad's got some lines out too.
You bring my piece?
Here's your old one, Reb.
You know, whoever did The Wire will be there tomorrow.
We're gonna find 'em and exterminate 'em.
I vote we don't go. Too many cops.
Where's my scooter?
You can ride on back of Charlie's.
Charlie's?
I don't ride on the back of nobody's scooter.
Hey, bro. You would've liked Charlie if you would've given him a chance.
He was a nice dude, man. He could've been a friend.
I got enough friends.
Sort of weird, bein' at a funeral we caused.
It was a street shootin', Rico. Your straight, garden-variety street shooting.
In which one Sonny Burnett takes out Edward "The Wire" Constantine and splits the scene.
That's because there were civilians comin' onto the street, pal. What was I gonna do?
It was a righteous shoot, man. It would've gone down as justifiable homicide.
My cover was compromised, not to mention my life.
So if I get lucky, and The Wire doesn't kill me, then I'm pushin' paper in some downtown office.
And that is an alternative that is unacceptable, my friend.
Names check out?
Eight names, but no faces.
Doesn't matter. We're gonna do 'em all.
I swore an oath.
Hey, that must be her by the limo.
The streets'll be moving hard and quick.
With Constantine dead, it's gonna continue to come down hard and quick...
until those animals get tired of chewin' on each other.
Sounds like we'll be goin' to lots of funerals.
That'll be great, till the civilians start walkin' out in the cross fire.
Roll up anyone who's makin' the wrong kind of noise.
Here's some more photos.
These are the ones that weren't I.D.'d, so maybe somebody can recognize one of these turkeys.
Didn't we bust this guy a couple years ago?
- Yeah. Rudy, uh, somethin'. - Who's this?
No one seems to know her, but she was in the limo behind the hearse.
- Relative? - Or a girlfriend.
Where's the limo from?
Um, it's rented. Clevander Limo.
I'm gonna hang onto this one.
Pretty freaky, huh?
I'm comin' at you from the other side, man.
Dead. You believe it?
Did it happen peaceful in my sleep, or was— or was it like some evil forces?
You know, don't you, Reb?
So take care of it. Dig?
I mean, some cocaine cowboys done The Wire.
I want you to play Geronimo.
Now I gotta do this other number.
I, Edward Constantine—
How many people even knew my real name, huh?
Being of sound mind and body, do hereby bequeath all my worldly possessions...
to my sister, Victoria Elizabeth Constantine.
Reb, you out there, dude?
You gotta take care ofher. Make sure she gets everything, all right?
I love you, man.
Must be down for the social season.
Look who's here to greet us, Sonny. A man so happy his eyes are shining.
Maybe it's a permanent condition.
Cheap jokes, cheap cops. Just get the hell outta here, huh?
I'm clean. I'm legit. Next thing you know, I'll be singin'in a choir.
Now, T.J., don't make me play 20 questions.
Otherwise, I'll have to take you in for that drug test like the last time.
Just look on the bright side of things.
Parole violation'll give you plenty of time to get rid of that nasty postnasal drip.
You guys are supposed to have a court order. My customers value their privacy.
Give me a break.
It was for the guy's sister.
Aw. Thank you very much. Now, see, that wasn't so painful, was it?
What are you lookin' at, Julio? Wash the limo.
- It's okay. I'm a friend of your brother's.
I'll see you downstairs.
The Wire was my best friend.
He was a great man. My brother was a criminal.
Maybe he told you about me. Reb?
Look, I have no interest in ever knowing any of my brother's friends.
- You come from a world I wish never existed. - Well, you don't understand.
I never will.
I have to give you your inheritance.
I don't want my inheritance.
I don't want anything from his world.
I took an oath. My loyalty is honor.
You're just as crazy as he was.
I just wish you'd get the hell out of here. Please!
Please.
Yeah. Who is it? Flowers for Mr. Salazar.
- What is this, a joke? - Yeah. On you.
That tickles.
You guys brain damaged? You're in big trouble.
- Where are the Krugerrands? - You can't buy Krugerrands anymore.
I'm gonna ask you nice once more. Where are they?
Wet bar, living room.
You got what you want. Now get out.
It's not that easy, maricón.
What else can I do?
The truth'll set you free.
Truth about what?
The Wire.
It's started, Lieutenant.
What have we got?
Nothing but an ugly way to die.
What about The Wire's sister? Maybe she's movin' in.
Talk to her.
No, pleasel
Nol No, nol
Nol
Hey, Reb, where'd you learn about this guy Nietzsche? Prison?
The will to power, eternal reoccurrence. The man understood it all.
How much does he know about killin'?
You'll understand in the next life.
You see, it's all part of my mission.
My mission's almost done.
What is this? First three gorillas, and now you two.
Were these guys friends of your brother's?
Did they happen to mention their names?
Have you ever seen them before? No.
Look, I had nothing to do with my brother's business.
He was good to me. I only knew that side.
The rest took place in another universe.
Listen, your brother controlled over a third of the market.
His departure created quite a void. Like I said, Officer, they live in another universe.
I couldn't remember even if I wanted to.
If you change your mind.
Thank you.
"Kiss me and kiss me again. "
You know what E.E. Cummings said about that.
"Kisses are a better fate than wisdom. "
How many people here are from out of town?
Where are you from, ma'am?
Boca Raton.
No, I mean, where were you born?
Los Angeles, huh? How about those Lakers, huh?
Buck for M.V.P., huh?
Well, you know what they say.
Hey, nice chopper, man.
Hey, Reb.
Hey, glad to hear you're out on parole, man. I'm sorry to hear about The Wire.
Hey, listen, anything you want, man. You want my car?
It's chopped and channeled. There you go.
It's parked right out in front out there. Anything you want.
You want a woman? Huh? Be good karma for you.
Shut up. Come here.
Names.
It's Valleriano.
It's Correnti.
Bernier.
No, I don't know their names. Speak.
That's, uh, Cooper and Burnett. They're local pond scum, you know?
Real lightweights. I didn't ask for your opinion.
You're still a worm, Izzy.
Thank you.
It's the path of least resistance, huh?
Hey, thanks for comin' on by, huh?
Uh, any requests?
Doorman's not even sure it was Pena's apartment.
Just a bunch of screams. We went up and knocked, but there was no answer.
Figured he was one of your guys so we gave you a call. Did you check inside?
It was quiet. We've got no probable cause. Pena is probable cause.
Never in my life I heard screams like this. What floor's Pena on?
1201. We'll take 11.
Psst.
We can rule out suicide.
Valleriano, Sutton, Mueller,
Salazar and Pena.
All— No más.
There's gotta be a connection here.
Yeah, there is. They were all very bad boys.
Constantine's sister mentioned his business associates.
Have we got anything on The Wire's social habits?
Wait a minute.
Didn't he use the Violators for security?
Biker gang?
Yeah. He's got Einstein runnin' point for him.
Oh, yeah. Cragun. Jack Cragun.
Who is that? Oh, this guy is a beauty.
You'll really like him. I wanna introduce you to him.
He's bright, articulate, funny—
Intelligent, sweet, caring.
You know, I knew you were in here.
I could smell you all the way outside.
Think it'd be better if I bit your nose off?
Oh, God, I love it when you talk that way. It makes me so hot.
Shove it.
Ah-ah-ah-ah! Ah-ah.
Now we're gonna play "name the wacko". Come on.
I could do this all day, every day. Who is it?
Give me a name. Your mama.
Give me the name of the guy who's whackin' the dealers.
Lists. Eight guys.
Wire's customers the last two weeks.
Reb's gonna kill 'em all. Thank you.
Big guy.
It's good to be amongst friends.
*For he's a jolly good fellow?
Park's closed, folks. Who the hell do you think you are?
Park rangers. So you better quit flappin' your jaws and grab some pavement, mama.
Do something! Don't just sit there, you wimp!
Yeah, do somethin', you wimp. Hey, no food in the park.
Yeah!
You wimp!
*For he's a jolly good fellow?
Thanks.
The guests say they never heard a shot.
Must've taken Bernier by surprise too.
Hey, that Gustafson would've made a hell of a sniper.
He's a killer.
Your buddy Cragun? Well, he was right.
Every victim did business with Constantine two weeks before he died.
I wanna catch this psycho.
Call Raiford.
Find out who did his psych workup.
See if he's at all predictable.
Oh, he's predictable. He never misses.
Why don't we just split up and cover the remaining three?
Yeah? Who gets yours truly?
A pattern? Did Genghis Khan have a pattern?
Yeah. Rape, pillage and burn.
Well, there you have it— a classic psychopath.
Incapable of emotion or regard for human life.
A finely tuned machine, eager to destroy everybody and everything in his path.
You make him sound like a robot. A robot?
My mistake. The man is crazy.
He's the devil incarnate.
He makes Manson look like Mr. Rogers.
He seemed to have formed an extraordinary bond...
with Edward Constantine.
You know, like Hitler and Himmler.
You mean the late Edward Constantine.
And now he feels he must avenge his friend's death.
Yeah. By snuffin' everyone on the list until he gets the right one.
Well, in his mind it makes perfect sense.
Process of elimination, in the truest sense of the term.
Thank you. Yeah.
Hey, Reb, man. Hope you come to party, man.
Hey, Reb, don't be shy, man.
These ladies have plenty to go around.
I don't swim in dirty water. What's that supposed to mean?
Have the trash out at 11:00.
We're ridin' tonight.
Hey, man, we're hav— Don't touch me.
Don't talk anymore, and just do as I say.
Understand?
If Reb takes out any more of these guys, you and I are gonna be out of business, partner.
Yeah, and if he completes his list, you're gonna be ridin' solo, pal of mine.
Then maybe I could get, uh, partnered off with a real looker.
You know, long legs, silk stockings and everything.
- Hey, you got something against my legs?
Hi, kids. Sorry to break up the party.
Victoria just pulled in, and she's alone.
No sign of any degenerate, overactive thyroid case. Bye.
All right. Chances are he'll show up here or at Zeferelli's, Rico.
Hold it right there!
This is yours.
Rico?
Your partner carry a rabbit's foot or something? Is that supposed to be funny?
Just wondering, 'cause he's gotta be the luckiest patient in this hospital.
Another 16th of an inch and you would've been in your dress blues. He's gonna be okay, right?
Yeah, well, he's fine now, basically.
Just got a bad concussion.
Oh, um, yeah. If he seems a little disoriented, don't worry about it.
It's just the drugs.
I can't kill him.
Take it easy, Rico.
Like a machine.
Two slugs in him, and he didn't even flinch.
Come on. Easy.
Hang in there, pal.
I know what you're feelin'.
I want you off the streets. You're too easy of a target.
Listen, you yank me in now, and we stand to lose Gustafson.
And if he goes underground, I'll be hit the moment he comes up for air.
I want him out in the open where I can deal with him.
Switek's on Gustafson. I want you stakin' the girl.
Yeah, well, tell Switek not to try to take him alone.
He wants me, and we got a better shot at taking him if we let him come and get me.
I'm tryin' to prevent that.
No. I told you I don't want it. It's bad money.
Then make somethin' good out of it.
You're in trouble, aren't you?
What trouble?
Next time.
Trudy.
Yeah, it's Switek. I'm on the end of River Road on Virginia Key.
Yeah. Look, Gustafson went in there alone, but I'm guessin' the altar boys are in there too.
Got it. I'll have a team there in two minutes.
Say, Reb. What?
How many more of these dudes we gonna ace?
Two more.
Then what?
We're outta this pit.
Where we goin'?
Valhalla.
Valhalla?
That's nice.
Always wanted to go to Europe.
Wire's sister goin' with us?
She doesn't hang around with trash like you, Toad.
Yeah?
Just give me an address.
Sonny, Castillo does not want you there.
Damn it, Gina. What am I supposed to do, wait for a report on this maniac? Sonny—
Just give me a cross street. Anything.
All right.
End of River Road and Virginia Key.
Attention, occupants. This is the Metro Police.
You are to immediately vacate the premises with your hands in plain view.
Exit the house slowly.
Hands above your head.
Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
Don't shoot! We surrender!
Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
We surrender! We surrender! Don't shoot!
I said, exit the house now!
Hey, Lascoe, you microwaved that sucker!
Two more for The Wire!
Yah!
Aah!
The bastard!
Burnett, look out!
You awake?
Yeah. Been awake.
You know, it's funny how dawn makes everything look clean.
Yeah, but they're out there.
Who?
The monsters, the freaks,
the animals.
You think you know the street,
and then every once in a while, you find a whole new level.
What about the sister?
Gone.
Vanished. I don't know, I don't know.
Maybe she's innocent.
Be nice to think that there's some cosmic balance in the universe.
But there sure isn't any innocence.
We've gotta be better.
Better?
What's with this "better" crap?
You really think we're better?
Better shots.