Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Two G-packs. Let's roll.

True, you're right.

Young-ass hoppers.

And this, over here, is the castle.

-What kind of van? -Five-0.

Why you act like that?

Sir, I would request...

Do I remember you?

The thing is, no matter what we call heroin, it's gonna get sold.

Can't help But notice this is a white man

you stepping on the dead soldiers.

So how do you get to be the king?

Might spike that shit with some procaine or some caffeine, but otherwise the same.

What's with you?

you ain't got 5-0 here on our backs every five minutes...

What do you want to do?

Maybe he's white.

All I know is I just love the job.

was involved in a street dispute.

This Barksdale...

This shit right here, Dee, it's forever.

What, for these junkie motherfuckers?

That's the hard part.

No flash, no profile.

You supposed to be steady for him. But where you at?

Give me three weeks of good street work and you'll see this through.

"Born Provident Hospital, West Baltimore...

That sounds more like one of your moves.

I don't mean to show anybody up.

-Up against the wall, hurry the fuck up. -Come on, let's go.

Even if they do a half-assed search, I'm done.

If you felt this way, why didn't you call in sick?

Yes, they're buying twice as much and only getting half as high.

to learn the legal requisites for a pager intercept.

-Where you miked? -Down in my dick, man.

And then he buries the fucking case.

-telling us that shit is weak. -I know, the shit is weak.

If I tell you no...

I think I got that from a DEA File.

We need to know what he looks like.

Did you know they were in the high-rises without backup?

Cuff that one, and that one.

-Starve, nigger. -Man, shit.

And I don't want no more surprises, like that newspaper article.

-What, is the Deputy Ops stupid? -No.

Shit, we copped from every crew out here.

Look, you're my eyes and ears in this mess, right?

Let's get the fuck out of here.

-Meow. -Bubbles.