Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm sure a proffer in Maryland plays much the same in Jersey, counselor.
-How many you fucking want? -Take about three or four hundred.
You grow up in this shit.
from electronic surveillance of Mr. Barksdale and his nephew, D'Angelo Barksdale...
-Who? -Wee-Bey.
I hear you, but the Bureau-wide protocol applies.
Got them yellow tops, y'all, yellow tops.
We actually need a list of phones in Philly that called this number in the past week.
My uncle gave me an eight-ball of coke.
She got paid, so she had to go.
Okay, hear me out.
Tap, tap, tap.
But all of them will take their cue from you.
Put more tape on that fucking gun.
Thought you was real police, brother.
No drug lawyers? No Levy?
That's good. Are you able to write?
try to run this thing through them.
I'm fairly confident that to avoid the death penalty...
Some of them are going to be young and stupid.
Shut the door.
They're moving out of there even as we got up on them.
Of course, this is the first the Deputy hears his troops...
Moving slow, but moving, you know?
No fucking shit.
I know, it's bullshit.
off a soda can near that phone, and that matches Little Man.
-I can't-- -I want what Wallace wanted.
Meet me in Homicide. Bring a tape recorder.
Speaking of which, where are you with your nephew?
She used to do that shit with me all the time, man.
How y'all even find me?
to condemn the properties for the renewal project.
The murders.
Tells me how he was tapping on the window, real soft.
Try DEA.
I swear, if I could do it over....
-They covering up, man. -Yeah, that's what we think.
Iike this Barksdale thing, right?
-Wee-Bey, man. -How'd it go?
-Dee, come on. -Look.
and there was a piece-of-shit lieutenant hoping to be a captain...
I don't call String, word get back uptown, what's going to happen then?
ain't l?
Could I get 10 copies?
that all of this cooperation is contingent on a commitment...
-Congratulations, Carv. -Thanks.
Now, DNA matched...
But enough of my joy.
I couldn't, l...