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And that's just the ones with West Side addresses.
And I'm like, "Nigga, if you want to sell me a new car...
The delegate, he can smell those paint cans.
- Yeah, they feeling it now. - They protecting the fuck out of it, too.
It's Friday gentlemen Productivity will not save you
Don't matter to me none if they did.
"and I'm going to be back in that hardware store, mixing paint."
"You know, this don't go through, I'm torched...
Shit, me? I'm going to 12-hour shifts on the weekend, man.
He was called.
Lieutenant Daniels exemplified this new spirit just the other day.
You think there's some paper? Something the Mayor signed?
For Christ's sake...
The new city editor wants a 40-inch weekender on liquor board reform.
- He don't look like much. - He's dropping bodies.
I swear, I'm sick of all of this, man.
I don't care how many years you have on this job.
Gone out County way.
We're gonna be all over that motherfucker, till the bitch hit the ground.
don't make me your shovel.
Ain't nobody got nothing to say about a 40-degree day.
We keep the lid on tight. You know, they know we're not their friends...
and he's never had a single one of his goo-goo bills pass the committee.
Because.
Demper's always been a hack.
"were effecting pursuit and arrest of aforementioned suspects."
Jesus!
- You called my desk looking for me? - Yes, I did. Come on in. Grab a chair.
You're still not connecting the dots, Marvin.
He took a lot of hot corners and cooled them.
They can't take away your E.O. D, Marvin.
I want an investigative strategy mapped up by week's end.
The way it turned out, they the ones that fucked up.
Agg assault with a two-by-four? I don't think so.
His shit was as weak as ours, no question.
No, but you call the personnel office...
- It's Councilman Carcetti. - Hold, please.
You know why?
- What? - Look, we're real busy.
I was directed to delay that class.
- It's a murder, Bunk. - The word from upstairs...
You read the paper? I look like shit.
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Another one from charm city It's still true today
with the reduction that matches just what we promised the Mayor.
Make it quick, Tommy.
Shit, shit, get down, get down.
It all tells me that you lack a fucking clue.
Don't look at me.
Kintel Williamson, who the fuck?
You go away for a year and the whole world changes up.
Look, the great white deputy has spoken.
You out the game, then?
But in the Western, what do I get from a veteran commander?
Homicide rate's climbing, felonies are up, we got patrol vacancies out the ass.