The Wire: Sentencing
Season One, Episode
Thirteen (Season Finale)
Directed By: Tim
Van Patten
Written By: David
Simon and Ed Burns
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At
the end of season one of David Simon’s extraordinary drama The Wire, I’m reminded of our opening scene: a story about a man
who kept getting dealt into a craps game, even though everyone knew he would
steal the money. “This is America, man,” the witness told McNulty. Everyone has
to have a stake, and at the end of the day, the same wheels keep on turning.
“Sentencing”
may not actually be as dark and depressing as I suspected after watching
“Cleaning Up,” but in finding the balance between resolution and dissolution,
Mr. Simon, along with his co-writer Ed Burns, have found something more
profound: life goes on, and the institutions of America are built on that
premise. Would be better to do nothing? To keep the status quo? McNulty asks
himself that question as he watches a portion of the Barksdale crew walk behind
bars for minimal sentences. We’re not sure, and neither is he.
This
idea that you can’t win everything comes up from the start, as Greggs wakes up
to find Bunk investigating her shooting. She identifies Little Man, but refuses
to also sign on Wee-Bay. They all know it was him, but she’s too good of a cop
and can’t identify him from the night. They’ll have to go another route.
Fortunately
for the detail, D’Angelo finally cracks. In what is easily the best moment of
acting so far for the incredibly Larry Gilliard Jr., he talks with McNulty and
Pearlman through the business, the murders, Wallace, and the girl he himself
may or may not have killed—he tells a story different from the one he told his
crew. But Mr. Gilliard Jr. plays the character with so much honestly, truth is
literally shining around him. This is the real story, and his role in the
business, the family, has ravaged his soul. When he says he wants out, he means
it.
But
not even he can have redemption, as Mama Barksdale, aka Avon’s sister Brianna.
We met Brianna last week, but here is where she has really come into play. This
is not some woman who stands on the side like Connie or Kay. She’s a working
member of this family. “This family wouldn’t even exist without what we do,”
she tells D’Angelo, with both a warning and motherly love.
Before
she can do that do, McNulty, Freamon, and Daniels try to bring the case to the
FBI, knowing that Burrell is satisfied with the drugs on the table and not
shaking any more institutions. It’s here that Mr. Simon becomes more political
and prophetical than he has in the past. The FBI tells them that unless it
involves an international offense, the FBI is too focused on counter terrorism.
Daniels uses the trump card of political corruption, knowing Clay Davis is only
the tip of an iceberg. But the FBI won’t go for the drugs in that case—all they
want is the politics. McNulty then preaches a sermon he deserves, “West
Baltimore is dying!” he exclaims to the “empty suits.” And to them—why not?
Just a bunch of impoverished folk killing each other off.
With
D’Angleo turned and the FBI not going for the major case, they go for the small
fish and get guilty pleas from Avon, D’Angelo, and a number of small fries who
all will be back on the streets in no time. Wee-Bay takes the only major hit,
attempting to plead guilty to every major murder (including ones he didn’t
commit) to stay off death row. Rawls congratulates McNulty for good work and
asks him, “Where don’t you want to go?” signaling that he’s going to be buried.
Bubbles gets the money Greggs promised him from McNuly, but it’s too late—he’s
back on the rock. Stringer takes over leading the business, and the hustle
continues.
But
not all is lost, Mr. Simon asserts. We see Herc talking to a couple new
detectives, telling them the truth about the job. Freamon takes McNulty’s
position in homicide, as he gets sent to the marine unit (where most of season
2 I’m told takes place). Carver gets the promotion to sergeant, though Daniels discover
he’s been the mole for the detail, though with nothing left to do, he can only
give him a slap on the wrist, and hope that he learns that it is actually about
the work.
The
final scene takes us to the South Bronx, where a dealer stands on a corner. Out
of nowhere comes Omar, holding a gun to his head. “It’s all in the game,” he
explains. A game that is unstoppable. That can’t be changed. That is built on
America.
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