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then they probably dumped the body in that area, right?
So far, nothing but a driver's license in D.C.
Spiros was the main guy.
That and selling the drugs that you got from The Greek, too, right?
I'd think you'd stay as far away from this hall as possible.
You come to the bar without me?
We got you, you understand?
These cases are more than that.
Everywhere we go these days, we seem to be walking into police.
You wanna tell Rawls?
The man in the suit...
The man didn't even know what I was saying.
One thing for sure, though, the man got to be got, you feel me?
You gotta call the US Attorney about witness protection.
-Fuck me. -What can I tell you, kiddo?
If you wanna go nationwide, you'll be up over four dozen.
-Look, this isn't personal-- -Fucking-A, right.
Spiros calls me after everybody's getting arrested, right?
-How much? -Five or six La-Z-Boys at a clip, to start.
"Sit on this house, transport this mope, wait for that one."
-You asked him who it was? -Yeah, I asked him.
Man, we gonna get through this bullshit anyway.
That wasn't shit. Boy got hit with a rat shot, that all.
and you talking about jail and shit.
you expect them to get the motherfucking job done.
It ain't that part of it. It's that other thing.
Not by a fucking long shot!
You remember that shit, right?
When Sobotka comes in today, maybe he gives us a line on every last Greek.
It's just two crews beefing over a corner.
And, of course, I'm not even Greek.
Inform Mr. Barksdale that any obligation...
In which he makes it absolutely clear that it was a penny-cheap sucker punch...
He's dumped his Benz and our GPS device in the downtown garage.
We're putting people in jail with phone taps and typewriters.
Bring it off the docks, legitimate.
I'm gonna let your new people find me.
They're not killing people in West Baltimore these days?
They ain't doing the dirt, though.
I know, I know. Cost more than your first car, right?
You know what, Bubs? You going to jail.
Just came to make it clear...
Get out of my fucking way!