The Wire: A Fragmentary Postmortem

NT. MAJOR CRIMES UNIT

FREAMON: Damn it, Jimmy, what’s wrong with you? Stop denying the obvious! If you don’t believe me, measure your deep rectal temperature and calculate Henssge’s nomogram. Even given the most conservative estimates of the rate of body cooling, no way you’ve been among the living for at least 12 months.

McNULTY: Oh, fuck.

 

INT. SGT. LANDSMAN’S OFFICE

FREAMON: Damn it, Jay, aren’t you familiar with “Sommer’s movements”?

LANDSMAN: These can’t be Sommer’s movements, Lester, because as you well know, it is now widely accepted that for such movements to occur long after the development of rigor mortis requires special circumstances.

FREAMON: Series termination is special circumstances.

LANDSMAN: Oh, fuck.

 

ROOFTOP

FREAMON: Kima, Kima, Kima.

KIMA: I’ve been up here for 16 straight hours, Lester. It’s freezing. It snowed last night.

FREAMON: Kima, playing dumb has its place in the interrogation room, but we’re light years away from the interrogation room. You know as well as I do the difference between cyanosis and lividity.

KIMA: Oh, fuck.

 

MAYOR’S OFFICE

MAYOR CARCETTI: So you’re telling me we’re beyond greenish discoloration, we’re beyond skin blisters, we’re beyond slippage of the epidermis.

FREAMON: I’m afraid so, Mr. Mayor.

MAYOR CARCETTI: I want clean data, Lester. I came into this office demanding clean data, and I want clean data. You’re telling me that we’re past the point of slippage of the epidermis and into gas formation.

FREAMON: Well into gas formation, Mr. Mayor.

MAYOR CARCETTI: Oh, fuck.

 

UNDERPASS

FREAMAN: Have you even looked in a mirror lately?

BUBBLES: Didn’t think I looked so bad.

FREAMAN: Really? Taken off your shirt or pants? Noticed anything unusual?

BUBBLES: Just a little swelling in my chest and buttocks. Maybe a little yellowish and greasy. Now that you mention it, was kind of more friable than greasy when I got out of the rain. Rancid odor. Hard to tell about the rancid odor, though, what with all the rancid odor around here.

FREAMAN: Adipocere, Bubs.

BUBBLES: Adipo…what?

FREAMAN: Adipocere, which develops as the result of hydrolysis of fat with the release of fatty acids which, being acidic, inhibit putrefactive bacteria. You have extensive adipocere, which means you’ve been a thing of the past now for a year at the very least.

BUBBLES: Oh, fuck.

 

INT. ASST. STATE’S ATTORNEY’S OFFICE

PEARLMAN: I can’t bring myself to do it, Lester. I just can’t.

FREAMAN: I went ahead and did it myself.

PEARLMAN: And?

FREAMAN: Given the potassium concentration in the sample from your left eye, and the linear relationship between potassium concentration and time after — well, let’s just say it’s not good, Rhonda.

PEARLMAN: Oh, fuck.

 

INT. STATE SENATOR CLAY DAVIS’S OFFICE

DAVIS: Do I look shriveled to you?

FREAMAN: Yes.

DAVIS: Leathery?

FREAMAN: The word I’d use is “mummified.”

DAVIS: Sheeeeeeeeeeeit.

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