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Slim Charles? When the fuck did he...

A Sun paper reporter. Been to the free zones, all three of them.

What happened to all the Maga Flags and Yard Signs?

So far, we haven't even put an eyeball on him.

125 grams, one-eighth of a kilo. Two tickets means "twice that."

Stick them on a rack at Baba-whatever and wait for Bernard to show up that day?

And that's when the idea of the free zone, of Hamsterdam, come to me...

And before we went and took the wrong turn...

So your unit is still working a drug war, right?

I bring them in here to my niece, she jiggles the computer...

You just gotta remember they barely housebroke.

I mean, get a line on the new phones at least.

Andre, I want you to crowd him.

and that's only after I had my office threaten to go public on them.

But don't none of that amount to shit...

Splitting the black vote is the only way to make the math work.

you ain't shit when it come to policing.

What's your boss willing to do?

'Cause you're a cop?

If you could call this shit something other than what it is...

You heard he got shot?

where is the West Baltimore drug trade?

people down here doing outreach, giving out needles and all.

The racial thing alone is tense enough that they gotta react.

to designated areas.

But don't let me hear that you're taking any punitive action against my people.

and we'll have their network fleshed out and plenty more phones to go up on.

Marlene, you send that copy off to Paris? Thank you, darling.

The odds aren't great, but, yeah.

You know the worst thing about this so-called drug war...

You mean, we're fucking dead. We're all dead behind this shit.

- What, Stringer's calling the Western? - Maybe he's surrendering.

You lost your fucking mind. He's lost his fucking mind.

I was thinking, maybe we rewrite the affidavit...