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These cases are more than that.
Man, we gonna get through this bullshit anyway.
Spiros calls me after everybody's getting arrested, right?
Get out of my fucking way!
That and selling the drugs that you got from The Greek, too, right?
You gotta call the US Attorney about witness protection.
I'm gonna let your new people find me.
And, of course, I'm not even Greek.
I'd think you'd stay as far away from this hall as possible.
I know, I know. Cost more than your first car, right?
-Look, this isn't personal-- -Fucking-A, right.
One thing for sure, though, the man got to be got, you feel me?
It ain't that part of it. It's that other thing.
You wanna tell Rawls?
You remember that shit, right?
If you wanna go nationwide, you'll be up over four dozen.
You come to the bar without me?
Bring it off the docks, legitimate.
They ain't doing the dirt, though.
So far, nothing but a driver's license in D.C.
In which he makes it absolutely clear that it was a penny-cheap sucker punch...
They're not killing people in West Baltimore these days?
-Fuck me. -What can I tell you, kiddo?
-How much? -Five or six La-Z-Boys at a clip, to start.
He's dumped his Benz and our GPS device in the downtown garage.
The man in the suit...
-You asked him who it was? -Yeah, I asked him.
We're putting people in jail with phone taps and typewriters.
Inform Mr. Barksdale that any obligation...
Everywhere we go these days, we seem to be walking into police.
Just came to make it clear...
and you talking about jail and shit.
"Sit on this house, transport this mope, wait for that one."
That wasn't shit. Boy got hit with a rat shot, that all.
We got you, you understand?
you expect them to get the motherfucking job done.
Spiros was the main guy.
The man didn't even know what I was saying.
You know what, Bubs? You going to jail.
It's just two crews beefing over a corner.
When Sobotka comes in today, maybe he gives us a line on every last Greek.
then they probably dumped the body in that area, right?
Not by a fucking long shot!