Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

in Avon Barksdale's drug distribution organization...

piece-of-shit sergeants hoping to be lieutenants.

I mean, the murders, the money--

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

All of them bodies.

get that stick-up boy.

All right, I did Little Man...

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

Either Barksdale moves to reset his distribution...

-Can you hear me distinctly? -Yes.

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

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

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

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

So, is that it?

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

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

There ain't nothing else.

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

I should've done more...

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

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

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

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

in that Westside redevelopment mess.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I guess you should do what you need to.

get the word out there we're down bad

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

An ID of both your shooters...

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

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

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

We got to tighten up around here, yo!

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

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

murder of Orlando Blocker and wounding of the police officer.

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

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