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I say we go down there right now. Right fucking now.
He's a potential suspect in my murder.
All I see is some stuck-up dyke bitch...
-But when you ace a witness... -A working man.
We lost a state's witness.
Believe.
He would get up every day, go out and do maintenance work.
-Been napping. -Yeah?
Is that what you think I'm about?
Nigga, please, the man who invented them things...
-Jesus, know what Prez did this morning? -Tell me.
About what?
Get your shit off my car.
I'm saying, what you think about what happened to the man?
Just cover yourself on this.
You'll see how that goes.
Herc, Carver, Sydnor, and me, we'll be targeting street dealers...
-Not a thing. -Why did you pick him up?
Who do you got to fuck in this town to get a real office?
One asshole chases another into a house...
They haven't made a case in 10 years.
Iighting folks up in high-rise lobby...
-Bunk Moreland, McNulty's partner. -Then you'd have to pull him, too.
You know what? Put your pants down, man.
Let's do it.
My office doesn't play that way.
I called the deputy, not the newspapers. I gotta run.
So, then he's not gonna go public, right?
Pardon my French, but I got no problem giving that asshole up at this point.
-My eye, my eye. -Who you gonna eyefuck now?
You don't want to know, Bubbles used to get that pussy.
You ask for men, they send you drunks and fuck-ups.
Why don't you go somewhere else with that bullshit?
I mean, it's hard enough pushing felony casework...
Even in Baltimore, that's supposed to mean something, right?
-Man who invented these. -Shit, he richer than a motherfucker.
He put a bullet through a wall, dry-firing in the detail office.
He wants to take it upstairs...
McNulty and Santangelo, they're on that already.
maybe he got it wrong this time, because it's wrong...
and let's put something real together.
You know what I mean? Everything else in this country gets sold...
Yes, sir.
What the fuck....
-Just sports. -You gotta check out the front page.
Why?
Maurice Levy just posted. He's by the elevators.
Want something?
Man, these shits is right, yo.
He's got some kind of suction with the Mayor's office. I'm not sure.
You think Ronald McDonald gonna go down that basement...
But not the one in the chamber.
In the Terrace, it's one body after another.
Can you hook a nigger up with $10 then till tomorrow?
If he sends me good police, I might do good police work.
Just put it to the Deputy Ops...
I need Sydnor.
And then I think it might be a good thing...