Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-How about that? -I ain't got nothing on that one.
Bubs, one last question. How's product in the Towers?
Abated by the untimely death of a known suspect.
I can show you.
My uncle, you know about him.
We ain't even got a name for The Greek yet, right?
-We just de-plex it. -De-plex?
I told....
We're not even people in this unit. We're your goddamn pack mules.
me and you learned how to do it in West Baltimore.
That's her right there.
And now Spiros is saying that...
Show gime.
We've pulled in everyone caught up in the wiretaps, save for a couple bodies.
I bet you there's a police detective somewhere else...
I don't even know, Butch.
One thing, though, we should do right away.
Remember that Eastsider got shot in the high-rises, right?
One ROIRO at North Point. Graybeards grabbed that.
Freamon here.
Mr. Bow Tie, he ran them off.
-You gotta be shitting me. -I just came from the crime scene.
Nope, all I got is usual.
-Both of them? -Yeah, that one's his valet.
I'll finish my career in fucking Montana or some shit.
That's part of the job.
Almost feel sorry for the son of a bitch.
How you gonna talk about going to jail?
And if the rest of them holds this same pattern....
He comes in with a lawyer, he's less likely to go for something in the box.
You had the Atlantic Light on that pier from 6:00 p.m.
Sure, I know who you mean. I mean, I don't have a name or nothing.
That comes back to a BWI rental.
He said that thing between us is....