Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If we ain't doing hand-to-hands, then what the fuck?

All shifts, all sectors.

I believe this could be my first.

I'm told he can receive visits, and he's been moved to Recovery Unit.

You got any coffee going in there?

Or how about I come up at him from behind and...

- God, what a beautiful film. - I couldn't understand a word.

All kinds of disrespect.

But the fact is we didn't create this unit just to lock up dope dealers.

"Oh, Rob. Oh, Rob."

Don't think you all needed to do that.

Gus Triandos. Big slow guy.

Just doing what I'm told.

As of this tour...

No, tell him I'm cooked. I just got done at the hospital, I'm all in.

'Cause the slingers out here, they're like the crack babies' babies.

They wanna see if we're gonna be weak or real.

The man look at me all sad and shit, like I let him down.

He won't close for a while.

Hell, you ain't laying no bodies on me, man.

like, "Where the shit? Who got the shit?"

Go ahead, call me a cocksucker.

- You fucker, you're up to something. - I'm up to nothing, I'm telling you.

You don't think this can happen to you?

What'd he do, hang himself twice?

Tell me something good.

Well, the Mayor fucked you, 'cause I know that money was in the budget.

And this being Baltimore...

You can't sit where I'm sitting and backdoor the fucking Mayor.

Get the workaday trade.

So I gather you're not working at this particular time.

Jesus, Tommy. I'd like to shit.

Press loves it and you score.

Corner men out of the pit.

What did you expect?

"even then. I ain't never gonna find another."

And the autopsy report, it backs us up.

You got eight hours to get a grip on this mess or you're done. You hear me?

how hard you looking for him?