Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Motherfucker. Go ahead, play that cowboy shit, motherfucker.

Detective Sydnor's ensemble.

I'm good to go, right?

Police. Put your hands up. Put them up!

Now you're single, and a date is you coming over unannounced...

You show up at my door at 9:00 to ask me that?

Stink say we gonna have a new package tomorrow.

they get capped quick.

He punked himself

-Everyone else roll out? -I--

But he don't have shit to do with me and I don't want nothing to do with him neither.

That's all we need here.

-From who? -Kids, mostly.

Get him. You don't hit a cop.

Under no circumstances is it accurate to suggest...

But then again, you told us so.

It may take more than buy-bust.

You thought wrong, I ain't no bank.

Where did you get this?

That's putting our tail between our legs. I think our official stance has to be...

-Goddamn bomb, y'all. -Blue-tops, blue-tops.

We got your picture, don't you fucking worry, McNulty.

-What is it? -Affidavit from a state police case.

Come here, let me see.

The money. Where do all the money go?

Man, 5-0 be down here about the bodies.

-Say what? -Ain't no new package.

These right here.

I've been wondering on that myself.

If you want to pretend to be police, you go ahead.

Avon fucking Barksdale.

Why not? Why can't you?

-Red-tops. -Two for $10.

You know Turner Station?

Pick any door in the low-rises. What are the chances?

-That was inspiring. -I'm a leader of men.

-Sorry I'm late. -What's up?

two new unmarked units, and a surveillance van.

So, you tell me what the hell's going on.

All right, man.

You're an asshole, McNulty.

What, the customer's always right?

I didn't want to tell you in front of the girl, her being from Narcotics and all.

New package, same as old, man.

where he might start over--

Y’all got any Waivers claims yet?

No work history. No tax information we can look at.