Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-May I speak with Agent Koutris, please? -Who?
-A detective? -Motherfucker. Come on.
Everybody talks, nobody listens.
How it go with Avon today?
or we have enough to get that local decertified.
We left the man we think is the number two for the operation...
Business. Always business.
And how did they say it?
Did he have hands? Did he have a face?
That's The Greek right there.
76-72 KGA.
or all the police will come crashing through this door twice a day...
Team leader, keep an eye on that can till we post.
If they got to him in Philly...
-How about some murders? -How about them?
but Uncle Frank, he says he ain't gonna.
Lambs go to slaughter. A man, he learns when to walk away.
A week or so. They'll find you.
You run it as you see fit.
Rod, that shit goes into a supplemental.
-One hundred and fifty kilograms. -And no one to pick it up.
He's surrendering. He's gonna cooperate in any way he can.
Sharing?
What he says, he says.
How you gonna get at him?
I ain't gonna argue with you.
Maybe 200 kilos of raw left on the pier.
Get a gun? Go play gangster?
Them girls that got found?
But then he ain't come back no more.
I don't know, the kid, the one that didn't die...
took over a couple towers from the Stringer Bell's boys.
Yeah.
the one that got shot...
And there's no text messaging in Greek either.
I never told you this.
I'm sorry, Lieutenant.
I was gonna go down there with him.
World just keeps turning, right?
But I also got the feeling that if somebody had to get hurt...
So we go.
He told them Eastsider fools, "Them towers belong to Avon."
Opportunity knocking. Keep a lookout.
Yeah, The Greek.
to everyone seen that punch throwed.
Re-up gonna be about a week or so late.
Mr. Pakusa, in light of your pending indictment...
Notify Homicide and the OCME. We got a floater at Patapsco Terminal.
Stabbed repeatedly.
One, two, three.