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I ain't gonna argue with you.
-One hundred and fifty kilograms. -And no one to pick it up.
How it go with Avon today?
Sharing?
Opportunity knocking. Keep a lookout.
Maybe 200 kilos of raw left on the pier.
What he says, he says.
-May I speak with Agent Koutris, please? -Who?
And there's no text messaging in Greek either.
Notify Homicide and the OCME. We got a floater at Patapsco Terminal.
Them girls that got found?
One, two, three.
But then he ain't come back no more.
the one that got shot...
Mr. Pakusa, in light of your pending indictment...
I'm sorry, Lieutenant.
Business. Always business.
World just keeps turning, right?
But I also got the feeling that if somebody had to get hurt...
We left the man we think is the number two for the operation...
Rod, that shit goes into a supplemental.
A week or so. They'll find you.
You run it as you see fit.
I never told you this.
or all the police will come crashing through this door twice a day...
-A detective? -Motherfucker. Come on.
Stabbed repeatedly.
or we have enough to get that local decertified.
That's The Greek right there.
Re-up gonna be about a week or so late.
76-72 KGA.
He told them Eastsider fools, "Them towers belong to Avon."
I don't know, the kid, the one that didn't die...
to everyone seen that punch throwed.
Yeah, The Greek.
If they got to him in Philly...
Yeah.
So we go.
but Uncle Frank, he says he ain't gonna.
Team leader, keep an eye on that can till we post.
I was gonna go down there with him.
How you gonna get at him?
He's surrendering. He's gonna cooperate in any way he can.
And how did they say it?
Everybody talks, nobody listens.
Did he have hands? Did he have a face?
-How about some murders? -How about them?
Lambs go to slaughter. A man, he learns when to walk away.
took over a couple towers from the Stringer Bell's boys.
Get a gun? Go play gangster?