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End of the week.

Look, man, if I ain't paid by Friday, you dead by Saturday, man.

You working it out with Dee?

-Major in? -Yeah, just knock.

to the detectives?

I'm not out there asking about no random-ass, who-give-a-damn nigger.

Let's be clear, Det. Freamon. When I fuck you over, you'll know it.

-And? -Nobody talks.

You use that shit to process drugs, don't you?

Anything with a tie.

But the fucking hoodleheads ain't hearing it, so I get jumped.

Nope. She's a relation to me.

Feel any different? Me neither.

working that case about dead girls in the container.

And they got daughters.

The police are going nowhere.

He thinks we'd leave them there on the dock...

What the hell is that?

and above the water is now called Federal Hill.

You want to throw your summonses? Throw them.

coming up in here without my fucking money.

I'll see you in about a half-hour.

and puts it in the permanent database.

You tell him about the plans, right?

Buy for a nickel, you sell for a dime.

I got to think that, you know, you need to think about...

The company was linked to one of the largest fraud cases in history.

I'm just saying, if you go by the computer...

Everybody on that ship testifies.

Man, hold up, man.

so that it won't happen again.

The van? The van's on loan to the southwest.

I got all my cards up, including long numbers...

Yeah, I'm dead-ended on this.

Any field office have anything active?

As far as real estate goes, anything that is below Montgomery Street...

We got enough room for it here, anyway.

Camaro with a 350 in it, it's got to be worth more than $3,000.

What the fuck can be good?

They're trying to scare the men on the docks.