Wendell Pierce credited as playing...
Detective William 'Bunk' Moreland
- Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: You see Griggs out there, bagging evidence alone, then going back out there to recanvas on a triple? A triple fucking murder! A home invasion, and she's working it alone. They pulled Crutchfield this morning, put him back on the rotation.
- Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: That's on them! You can't come...
- Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Fucking right, it's on them. A triple murder, and 12 hours later they leave one detective alone on it? I guess she's lucky she has a car!
- Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: This shit won't work.
- Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Well, then we're no worse than before. Extra red name or two on the board.
- Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Yeah, unless you got caught.
- Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Who in this fucking unit's going to catch me? Most of the guys up here couldn't catch the clap in a Mexican whorehouse.
- Det. Michael Crutchfield: Did he fuck you?
- Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: He tried. But mostly he just fucks himself.
- Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Think again about what the fuck you doin'.
- Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Bunk, this can work. It can!
- Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Fuck you. I mean that.
- [McNulty pulls out a flask of whiskey and takes a pull]
- Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: [disgusted] Oh, Jimmy, four in the fuckin' morning?
- Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: [looking at his watch] Oh, so it is.
- [he sets the flask down, but Bunk snatches it away]
- Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: [gesturing to the open case files in front of him] All of these? Homeless murders from the last five years. Everything before that is on microfilm, but we got enough right here...
- Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Jimmy...
- Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: ...most of it open. We don't do so well with homeless killings. Transient locales, no nearest, no dearest, no one who gives a fuck. Cases stay open forever!
- Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: You goin' to jail behind this shit. Yes, you are. You know what they do to police in jail? Pretty police like yourself? Muthafucka, we have kids. Houses. Car payments. Furniture. Jimmy, I just bought brand-new lawn chairs and a glass patio table. Now, you don't buy no shit like that if you plannin' to lose your job and go to prison. You won't even get past the M.E.
- Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Watch me.
- Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: You're dumpin' murders on us that we can't solve, you're fuckin' the squad's clearance rate.
- Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Oh, fuck the fuckin' numbers already! The fuckin' numbers destroyed this fuckin' department! Landsman and his clearance rate can suck a hairy asshole.
- Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Marlo ain't worth it, man, nobody is.
- Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Marlo's an asshole! He does not get to win, WE get to win! This case doesn't go away just 'cause the bosses can't find the money to pay for it! These are fuckin' murders! Ghetto murders, but still! I came back outta the Western to work this case 'cause they said it would be worked. I came back out on a promise, and they're gonna keep that promise... whether they know it or not.
- Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: I'm gonna tell Landsman. Yeah. You keep on with it, I'm gonna rat you out.
- Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Well, you do what you gotta do.
- Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: [sighing] My name is nowhere in the file. I don't want fuck to do with this.
- [Bunk gets up to leave]
- Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Hey, Bunk.
- [he motions with his hand; Bunk resignedly hands back the flask to McNulty and leaves]