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