Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- What's up, hotshot? - I got a technical question.
Fucking hell.
That's right.
The Department is ready to shut that mess down...
in recent history.
Pull it slowly. Then toss it.
Not unless we can pluck their cell numbers out of the air.
A guy says if you pay him, he can make it rain.
We still got some hard-looking boys out on them streets.
These guys were in radio cars two months ago, chasing calls...
I'm off this week.
Yeah, well, you spending a lot of time at the other spot...
I don't see no sweat on your brow neither, bro.
Can you imagine how far the United States Department of Justice...
And he sat, and he talked to me. We just talked.
You may want to bring Tony in on it, keep him viable against the Mayor.
All right, listen up. We gonna have three two-minute rounds.
That's good, 'cause I came to see you, anyway.
My man's still on paper.
Medical people are telling me this could work.
You don't wanna get all gangster wild with it and shit, right?
with mass arrests.
- Say what? - We get hit, even with this pad...
We didn't catch a call between Stringer and Shamrock.
People like me break things.
Well, I know it may appear that we're vulnerable here.
What I tell you about playing them fucking away games?
- Now we're cooking. - Cutting butter with a hot knife.
Yeah? What office?
- You might not hit me. - This range? And this caliber?
Now, for your own fucking sake, just let it go.
If there's a way, I mean, if my man...
A week or so up on Bernard's phones and we'll have everybody...
- Bodie Broadus. - The man with the hands.
Huh?
Then you got speed bags, right there, right?
Did you ever actually see any of your cash reach anyone in authority?
Shirts and drawers a little longer, is all.
That gun ain't got enough firepower to make my joint useless.
Man, it's a shame we got to deal with this Marlo bullshit, man.
So whatever you gonna do, you might as well go ahead and make it quick.
I'm so sorry, baby. I'm real sorry, but I was not finished.
The numbers are true.
Forget about that for a while, man.
- Catching who? - You know, a Triggerfish machine.
And I'm telling you, this man, his name was Frazier O'Leary.
We can't hear those calls because the system's compartmentalized.
Ain't no sugar-water run through them veins.
That thing that we did a few years back, was he the...
Is that it?
- He good with it. - Not on the phone.
They're some tricky motherfuckers.
I can't get too fucked up tonight, man.
All right. I want you to push me in my chest.