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Sure, why not?
-How's shop doing? -Steady rolling.
Listen, the last motherfucking thing I need is for the clean name on my liquor license...
You're no good for people, man.
One thing, Omar.
Please report.
What's with her?
I thought Mora was number 9.
I'd like to speak to my attorney.
'Cause if you need a little something...
waves you down, and pays for eight.
See what these mopes are using for phones.
Not no front, not no bullshit.
He asked for a charge on Barksdale. That's all he asked for.
-Police come talk to you? -Just a roller, no homicide.
And he's giving it to me that Bird is the shooter in the Gant case.
-Omar was the shooter. -Fuck me.
-Step out of the car, sir. -What did I do?
One of you motherfuckers needs to step up.
You charge what you can, and you do it by the end of the week.
So, what you think, homes?
It'll come, right, Stink?
This time, the judge.
Fuck y'all. This is some bullshit.
Shit.
and we told him first thing today.
Trace lab ain't going to have shit on the Bunk.
I mean, ain't like nobody holding no gun to his head or nothing.
Call Nadine and tell her I caught one, and I'm out on the street.
Instinct, Detective.
We just gave back 20 large of Barksdale's money.
-We spooked them. -Busting the runner?
We put down one murder on the testimony of one eyewitness...
This thing with the legislative aide, who could've foreseen it?
He actually asked me that.
You're supposed to say African-American, Dad.
Stringer Bell to someone on a tower phone.
-David Segui? -Melvin Mora, numbnuts.
There's a dime on this cocksucker's head.
Nice shirt.
$20,000, even.
Deputy Burrell is on the line.
There are rules here, right?
-What do we charge here? -He say the money's his?
And we're up on Stringer Bell's pager now, too.
You've got to feel your way through on instinct, mostly.
Christ, Jimmy.
and charge whoever we have by the end of next week.
Sergeants' test's tomorrow, right?
I'm just saying--
All right, let's take a ride.
You believe this guy? Like there are fucking stripes on his sleeve.
If you were going to try to turn one these girls, which one would it be?
No, I'm down in the Northeast market with the kids, right?
I checked with the state Personnel Department.
Then Bodie hands you 10 more, but a white guy rolls up in a car...
-Man, look, I'm already late. -Put your hands on the roof, please, sir.