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call the deputy for operations, that's his choice.

We haven't hit the low-rises yet.

No? Makes your breath minty fresh.

Go ahead, tell him, Bubbles.

when I was doing that thing that I was doing.

Yeah, I hope you're hungry.

-You asked for these guys? -I asked for more manpower.

-Fuck the jury. -Yeah, fuck the jury.

Guy works maintenance down at Poe Homes.

I owe you, okay?

I put the red hat on them and Kima here take the pictures.

I can't help it that Prez is fucking the guy's daughter.

-Who? -Polk and Mahoney.

I cross that line, I only piss everyone off.

Did the judge say where he heard it?

Look, no promises.

You are my sin, you know that?

Come on, big man.

We called him. When he comes, we'll let you know.

You don't do that.

But I think you could just sit here...

You didn't hear about that?

This case needs informants. It needs long-term surveillance.

It's an accident, okay? Give me a fucking break already.

Gentlemen, what's going on there, guys?

Till he came along, niggas be chewing on drumsticks and shit...

-I'm with you. -Carv?

If your audience is the high-rise projects, a move like this cuts right through the shit.

Freamon, Pryzbylewski, are gonna start in-office...

But either way, you ain't got shit to do with it.

-We almost indicted him for false report. -Why didn't you?

But you didn't say nothing?

Greggs and Sydnor. Herc and Carver.

That's Crutchfield's desk.

We give the dead-witness angle to the newspapers.

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Why can't you sell the shit and walk the fuck away?

Maybe when he raised the bottle in a threatening manner...

I know that sounds kind of harsh, but that's the way things go around here...

I can't fix it, you're on your own.