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put $500 in Wee-Bey and Bird's hands for doing the muscling up.

We lose nothing.

-As a favor. -Yes, sir.

over the unit operating budget to staff the case.

He wanted your boy to give you up.

Thank you. Come on, dreamer.

I don't see a circuit court judge being able to argue...

Just go get help, man! What are you doing?

Thing about it was his eye. His eye was blown out.

That wasn't right.

Come on, getting greedy. Take the chips!

If the wire doesn't give us a case, he can charge all the murders he has.

All right, going to Homicide.

-D'Angelo Barksdale, not Avon. -D'Angelo on behalf of Avon.

-Copper house. -Got to be got, homes.

-Lieutenant, please-- -You were dumped on me, Augie.

And the other one was open. And yo, Dee, it fucks me up.

the juvenile system in this city is fucked up. It's a big-ass fucking joke. No offense.

We will contend that it was Preston who was the victim of a brutal police beating...

-Damn dog got Norris, too. -You didn't think to warn me?

Look, in my game...

-What happened there? -Someone stole his lawn furniture.

They're taking pictures of an empty patio, dusting the backyard gate for latents.

his boy Stinkum...

I just figured he tried his hand on the wrong corner and got dropped.

All McNulty lookalikes makes someone who is otherwise as reasonable as me ”unreasonable"

we catch that murder. We get there before the murder.

You tell Rawls that?

He's beeping someone.

Westside exchange. Number's encoded, right?

Especially that part about how it ain't gotta be like that.

I'm going to....

Me and Uck, here, we got something on, too. We got a plan.

I understand the interest in clearing these cases, I do.

You didn't tell anybody? Stinkum, Bodie?

For one thing, you all did take his stash.

Lopez on the mound. The pitch is outside.

We go to Daniels. If he fights, he fights.

A young boy who was with him, light-skinned kid from the cemetery.