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on the youth was unprovoked.

All right, so...

And like I said, the queen ain't no bitch.

Now, look at this piece of shit.

But I'm talking about some old straight-out-of-the-academy-type scared...

What the fuck you looking at me for?

A couple of felony warrants A little shirts on the table

They be out of the game early.

And since it's been in the press about the witness--

I wonder what you gotta do to get thrown off this police force.

You want to know if a fiend is for real...

You want to be remembered, you going about it the wrong way here.

-What? -That's what I need to know.

Officer Pryzbylewski be placed on administrative leave.

-Why has it got to be that way with this? -'Cause they dope fiends.

-throwing us around and shit. -Shit, man.

You think 5-0 would care about niggers getting high?

There's nothing you can do, except pound out some probable cause.

And to compensate, Southeastern is sending you...

No cars in his name, no driver's license.

Scratch together everything we got from the hand-to-hands...

-Cops are dogs. -Yeah.

How old are your kids?

You got $20,000, Dee, coming into your shop...

I screwed up, sir.

Keep him off the streets...

extended your support on behalf of Officer Pryzbylewski.

And that fucker's still the Supervisor for Narcotics.

Okay, then, we'll wait on the grand jury.

knowing that it might lead to who knows what else...

and he used to box Golden Gloves when he was younger.

Shame on ya, lad.

-Where you from? -Right here.

I've been working drugs for the Bureau since '98.

But he's trying to get your king, too, so you gotta protect it.

You doing good out there, Dee.

And they like the front lines. They be out in the field.

-Get your vest on. -No.

As if you give a shit.

But is there any other fucking way to police?

-Baltimore. -I know Baltimore, but, like, where?

Thanks, have a nice day.

Deputy, always a pleasure.

I don't know, Sydnor, the way you twirling around...