Hey, I think I’d like to buy this man a beer.

FADE IN: INT. WIRE ROOM - NIGHT

A crowded room is illuminated by dim lights casting shadows across its inhabitants. In the center, DETECTIVE JIMMY MCNULTY sits at a table, surrounded by empty bottles of whiskey and beer cans. He wears his police uniform unkempt, as if he hasn't bothered to change since his last shift. His face is grim, eyes bloodshot.

A sound echoes through the room, growing louder. A bright light flashes in the window.

MCNULTY (CONT'D) (slurring) It's happening again. It always happens.

He stumbles to his feet, knocking over an empty bottle which shatters on the floor. He wobbles towards the door and disappears into the night.

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EXT. BALTIMORE STREETS - NIGHT

Streetlights flicker above as cars rush by. The distant sound of sirens grows closer. MCNULTY stands on a bridge, observing a cargo ship passing underneath.

MCNULTY (to himself) They need me. They don't even know it yet.

His gaze fixates on the massive ship as he fumbles with something in his pocket. With a determined look, he throws what was in his hand onto the water below.

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EXT. BRIDGE CONSTRUCTION SITE - NIGHT

Construction workers are busy at work, their tools clanking against metal. Suddenly, a loud crash reverberates through the air. Bricks and cement fly everywhere as the pillar supporting the bridge collapses. Screams fill the air as debris falls onto the water below.

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EXT. ROADWAY BELOW THE BRIDGE - NIGHT

Panicked drivers swerve to avoid falling debris. An SUV skids on its side along the road, causing a chain reaction that leaves multiple vehicles destroyed.

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EXT. BRIDGE COLLAPSE SCENE - NIGHT

JIMMY MCNULTY emerges from the shadows, unscathed. His face is covered in ash, but his eyes burn with an unquenchable thirst for justice. He looks up at the collapsed bridge and grins, knowing that once again, he will have a case to solve.

FADE OUT.