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