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Nothing personal against you, Chief...
Now, middle-management means that you have just enough responsibility...
That's the good part.
You keep going at him like that...
- No, baby, but that can happen. - We ain't met, excuse me.
Mr. Bell has become the bank.
Share and share alike.
With all the street work, ain't nobody left doing the high-end drug stuff.
and y'all holding all this.
Bring as many as you can down to the Vincent Street area by the end of the shift.
- We got that Rockefeller over here. - Yo.
- What do you do, Mr... - I'm on the board at Legg Mason.
Don't use your wagons.
You know I could argue the other side.
All right. You looking fit.
You gotta go.
.
- Gave the other one to him. - You know, his and hers, like.
Ain't no rules with dope fiends.
George. I'm looking at a sprinkling of rap sheets here.
- Just till I find something a little bit better. - Yeah, huh?
Motherfucker, you scared the shit out of us coming up like that.
I say we get the troops and fuck these assholes up.
But I swear to God, come Monday...
This pretty boy, I broke his ass in.
- So how do you find the school? - It's good.
Yeah, I mean we're making so much straight money, man...
- Y'all saved my ass, though. - You tell him about your boy Marlo?
Sure was, man, you was out hunting on a AK-47...
Oh, man.
WMD, right here. Right here.
You gonna help or what, boy?
Either that or I'm a cop in the city. I keep forgetting.
Now, I appreciate smart...
- What do you get out of this? - That's a fair question.
Excuse me, miss.
You wait. You wait till you ain't a pup no more.
Okay.
offering them a place to sell drugs in peace, and do they even fucking listen?
I want to salvage what's still worth salvaging in my district.
WMD. Right here.
once all the federal redevelopment money lands.
Man made a date, got to keep.
Come over here and put some pumpkin balls in this shotgun, man. Kimmy!
Stringer's out of the game?
Yo, Slim. You see them two niggas right there?
Got to say I'm proud of y'all for putting aside petty grievances...
You are my DEU, Sergeant, right? I need a list of names.
- Dennis, is it? - Cutty works for me.
- We brothers, B. - Always, baby.
- Been hearing about that. - You been hearing about that?
Charlie's right, boss.
- I'm coming to you with this, straight up. - Agreed.
sell them shirts on the corner. I'll make my nut coming and going.
Mrs. Holley's science class. Box lunches. Taste like shit.
They took us down to the bottom of Vincent Street...