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And damned if them Eastside bitches don't stay away.
A surveillance van?
We round-the-clock with surveillance.
Here. Next time we re-up, though...
Greece. Athens, Greece.
What you need is another variable.
Now, this was a neat trick. No one ever did it before.
It's on McNulty then.
Stringer Bell will come at me with this.
-Are you familiar with Mr. Barksdale? -That name ring out, but so do mine.
We're gonna show y'all motherfuckers how to grind out here, all right?
I heard it, but I had to come see it for myself.
That, right there, is the district surveillance van...
This is the other way to go.
-They're the one got hurt the last time. -Then there was a reason to meet.
And you don't think I'm good enough to handle it.
Have the boy go to Eton.
Mr. Cheese. I see.
But this here work just fine.
10-4. Latitude first: North, 39 degrees. 1 1 .727.
Exigent circumstances.
I'll start pumping your casework into our system.
That's what's up, see?
So you past the point of lifting a grocery bag or two?
What up, Butch? How you holding up, baby?
-No shit. -He just up and clocked him?
You mean to tell me there's a Westside nigger...
But oops. I forgot my camera got busted.
Got it.
-I got that feeling again. -Like they don't think we're potty trained.
Fuck you, you thieving, Greek cunt.
He might have one of those psychological bullshit things in his jacket...
-and a new something else. -I did not forget to tell you Harper's.
I just wish I had good news for you.