Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Freamon, he tracked a call from the pay phone...

You don't know that. You might make the next list, you know?

You hear me? I been waiting and y'all ain't about shit.

get the word out there we're down bad

and I see that one of my people is at the academy for in-service.

Thing is, man, we got to get back on our feet.

Look, if you feel like that, then get off this phone...

get that stick-up boy.

-Where Levy at? He ain't at the club, is he? -No, club's out. We can't talk there no more.

So, you keep most of the money, most of the real estate...

with 1 1 or 1 2 uniforms looking to you for everything.

We got to tighten up around here, yo!

So, let's run the money through the families, that'll hide it some.

You send out the word, you let them know we ain't dead yet.

I want you to put the word out to the elves That we back up

That's what I want. I don't care where.

are running around trying to pin some politician's pelt to the wall.

Teasing. You know how girls do. Maybe you don't.

And if you look at the probable cause, they all read just like yours:

You're looking at a soon-to-be-made sergeant.

murder of Orlando Blocker and wounding of the police officer.

An ID of both your shooters...

in Avon Barksdale's drug distribution organization...

I should've done more...

There ain't nothing else.

He's got me if he wants me. Thing is, I don't think he wants me.

I guess you should do what you need to.

You know, I mean, the longer we hold off...

I mean, the murders, the money--

in that Westside redevelopment mess.

All right, I did Little Man...

So, is that it?

Either Barksdale moves to reset his distribution...

All of them bodies.

You want to get it back up, you lean to me and String here.

human hair from one of the hoodies to Wee-Bey.

which means it ain't never gonna matter how well I do on no fucking test.

I said, "Wallace ain't no snitch."

Now if you want to get even with him, you can.

This motherfucker Wee-Bey twitches, there won't even be a trial.

There's at least a dozen murders, including state's witnesses.

piece-of-shit sergeants hoping to be lieutenants.

You know, I walked up, knocked on the door...

and Burrell, for once, he's a step behind.

If they learn about it later, they can charge you later.

-Can you hear me distinctly? -Yes.