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All right, that's enough.
- Even if I miss, I can't miss. - I admire a man with confidence.
I can't believe that this was just sitting over at ISD, gathering dust.
Who we staning Jim Harbaugh
I'm talking about the State Police...
- He new, String. - Fuck that.
- Ready. - You more than ready, boy.
- You know the spot. - During the first call...
So do most all my corners.
Who we Staning? Jim Harbaugh
Plus, the fucking Polack we got working for us, man...
Need something?
I'm trying to school you, boy, and you just don't wanna know.
All right, so what you want me to tell the man?
I could have bought half this waterfront property.
- What did he do? - Church burglaries, 14 of them.
- What? - Them two hitters you asked after.
- Let's go, Justin. - Let's go, Justin!
Come on.
For once they can't change and adjust.
- How come so quick? - Stringer Bell's given name.
clearing corners.
Proposition Joe package.
aggressively...
What did you do, Major?
- B&B Enterprises. - We need to have lunch.
- What, you got a glass jaw? - No, forehead, nigga.
- I'm a beast, coach. - All right, boy, don't be gloating on it.
- Ronnie? Yeah, we're on Stringer's phone. - Lieutenant.
Mayor doesn't even know about it?
For a week at least.
I have not seen that face-to-face policing in a long while.
- On the $250,000 you gave him? - It's for bribing the motherfuckers.
With that alone, you've still got an open line to New York.
haven't you, Jimmy?
And Washington?
stay close while he used the phone.
Get your hands up, Justin.
- You're leaving? - Yeah, I think so.
Remember those analog units...
We got y'all out front. Let's go, P-Square.
- I'm looking to get up with Avon. - Thought you was out.
For catching cell numbers?
I need you to hit somebody.
I guess this is pertinent.
God damn it.
A young officer, black officer, came by my stoop. I was sitting out...
No fucking way.
Right here, too, man, right there. Goddamn.
up to and including Shamrock, tangled up in conspiracy counts.
Your boy gave you up.
So you finna go hit a State Senator now, huh?
- All this stuff falling apart. - Yeah, the heavy bag, too.
- Clay Davis rainmade you. - No, man...