Guess what? School’s in session again, you squirrely emmer-effers. Been a while since we did a Weekly Wire, ain’t it? It turned into the Not-So-Weekly Wire, I guess — didn’t seem to get as much response on the last one, and further, once second season started I was hesitant to rock up anything that might constitute a spoiler. Now we’re just about to start the fifth season, and once more I am reminded and convinced how incredible — and how dramatically potent and well-executed — this show is. A very well-planned, well-orchestrated show, but still a show with a great heaving heap of poetry, in its own fucked-up way. Below is a scene from Season Three — the truly Shakespearean season, possibly my favorite so far — and it doesn’t constitute much of a spoiler about anything, really. It’s just two detectives talking (and one looking on). So. This is dialogue. This is a scene. Class bell is ringing. Tell me about this. Talk it up. What do you like about it? Anything you’re not sure about? Speak about its execution, if you will.
McNulty: We’re good at this, Lester. In this town, we’re as good as it gets.
Lester: Natural po-lice.
McNulty: Fuck yes. Natural po-lice.
Lester: Tell me something, Jimmy. How exactly do you think it all ends?
McNulty: What do you mean?
Lester: A parade? A gold watch? A shining Jimmy-McNulty-day moment, when you bring in a case sooooo sweet everybody gets together and says, “Aw, shit! He was right all along. Should’ve listened to the man.” The job will not save you, Jimmy. It won’t make you whole, it won’t fill your ass up.
McNulty: I dunno, a good case—
Lester: Ends. They all end. The handcuffs go click and it’s over. The next morning, it’s just you in your room with yourself.
McNulty: Until the next case.
Lester: Boooooy, you need something else outside of this here.
McNulty: Like what? …dollhouse miniatures?
Lester: Hey, hey, hey, a life. A life, Jimmy! You know what that is? It’s the shit that happens while you’re waiting for moments that never come.