Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Downtown Roy Brown, the living legend...
someone snapping pictures got the whole deal.
Read all about it in the papers.
-So, where they sending you? -Northwest. Spurgeon's retiring.
Yeah?
-Where Roc-Roc at with the shit? -Package in.
The city's gonna pay him millions...
What you are saying is that if we bring you the case...
Now, look, you want to sit around for months on end...
Very reasonable, sir.
Your retirement party, wasn't it? And this is retirement?
No. You get the cars, because you can tie them to illegal activity.
No. I couldn't go in.
We can't pick up any new narcotics work...
Nah.
Get the word out. We’re back up.
She was one of my uncle's girls.
Says he's got the number you wanted for a house in Philadelphia.
near the scene, to Stringer Bell's pager.
-Spreads? -Yeah.
I understand the trigger pull used to be light.
And down at the Greek's, they got Wallace to point the finger, right?
You can get on the computer and see if any of the Sheriff's deputies...
I'm sorry.
These guys have dropped 14, 15 bodies. The witnesses, cooperators--
You got that shit on tape?
Period.
That means that you're going to have to deliver your people...
you got to wake up talking about Avon Barksdale...
I get back from Jersey, I will.
it's your intention to let Barksdale and Bell reduce any sentence...
Most def.
The trouble is, we have these post-9l1 1 protocols.
So, she's your uncle's girl, but she comes to the door for you naked?
What about me for once?
Deidre Kresson, the two project murders that match that gun...
The Philly number gives us the mope who shot that female undercover.
Don't this seem way too much for one snitch?
I don't know, a corner, North end, I don't know where he be staying.
We're back up.
Fuck me, how long's it been?
asking whether an asshole such as yourself really works for us.
at 734 Fayette and 221 North Fremont.
for my uncle to come by later.
go back to school.
he couldn't handle that.
and is refusing to cooperate against others in the conspiracy...
-Fished our limit. Let's go home. -"Sir."
It took us a while to see it, but the quid pro quo is right there...
Shit, no cards, no flowers.
If you can help us squeeze the Barksdale kid into a witness protection program...
But if you hurt him, you hurt this whole family.
-I'll certainly respect the effort. -It's not just talk on the wire.
About how y'all were onto my shooters and stuff.
For life, no parole, he puts himself in for Orlando...
Without your own child, even?
going through a bunch of half-heard...
He knows about the money, Marla.
What are you looking for?
-Thing is, they take you and leave me? -That's what's fucking me up, too, man.
But I think we might have enough to reach out to the feds...
You go near stuff like that...
both the stick-up boys, and Little Man.
Okay. Number two.
You're talking about turning Barksdale and Bell into cooperators...
Guy called for you from the phone company.
-How you know? -I know 'cause I dropped him there.
Guess I ain't leadership material.
-So.... -So, you know, it's okay.
then another week to okay our subpoena.
All of us. Me and Trina and the cousins.
telling me how concerned he is about the case...