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don't make me your shovel.
We keep the lid on tight. You know, they know we're not their friends...
Look, the great white deputy has spoken.
It's Friday gentlemen Productivity will not save you
They can't take away your E.O. D, Marvin.
Lieutenant Daniels exemplified this new spirit just the other day.
- Yeah, they feeling it now. - They protecting the fuck out of it, too.
Jesus!
You out the game, then?
- You called my desk looking for me? - Yes, I did. Come on in. Grab a chair.
You know why?
Homicide rate's climbing, felonies are up, we got patrol vacancies out the ass.
We're gonna be all over that motherfucker, till the bitch hit the ground.
Kintel Williamson, who the fuck?
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For Christ's sake...
Shit, shit, get down, get down.
Demper's always been a hack.
You go away for a year and the whole world changes up.
I don't care how many years you have on this job.
The way it turned out, they the ones that fucked up.
Gone out County way.
Because.
His shit was as weak as ours, no question.
You're still not connecting the dots, Marvin.
The delegate, he can smell those paint cans.
- It's a murder, Bunk. - The word from upstairs...
"were effecting pursuit and arrest of aforementioned suspects."
Don't look at me.
Shit, me? I'm going to 12-hour shifts on the weekend, man.
But in the Western, what do I get from a veteran commander?
Another one from charm city It's still true today
I was directed to delay that class.
And I'm like, "Nigga, if you want to sell me a new car...
You read the paper? I look like shit.
He took a lot of hot corners and cooled them.
You think there's some paper? Something the Mayor signed?
- What? - Look, we're real busy.
- He don't look like much. - He's dropping bodies.
- It's Councilman Carcetti. - Hold, please.
No, but you call the personnel office...
with the reduction that matches just what we promised the Mayor.
Make it quick, Tommy.
and he's never had a single one of his goo-goo bills pass the committee.
Agg assault with a two-by-four? I don't think so.
And that's just the ones with West Side addresses.
It all tells me that you lack a fucking clue.
The new city editor wants a 40-inch weekender on liquor board reform.
He was called.
"and I'm going to be back in that hardware store, mixing paint."
Don't matter to me none if they did.
I swear, I'm sick of all of this, man.
I want an investigative strategy mapped up by week's end.
"You know, this don't go through, I'm torched...
Ain't nobody got nothing to say about a 40-degree day.