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- It's Councilman Carcetti. - Hold, please.
The way it turned out, they the ones that fucked up.
You know why?
And I'm like, "Nigga, if you want to sell me a new car...
You out the game, then?
His shit was as weak as ours, no question.
Ain't nobody got nothing to say about a 40-degree day.
You read the paper? I look like shit.
Jesus!
Another one from charm city It's still true today
Homicide rate's climbing, felonies are up, we got patrol vacancies out the ass.
Gone out County way.
But in the Western, what do I get from a veteran commander?
You think there's some paper? Something the Mayor signed?
You're still not connecting the dots, Marvin.
The new city editor wants a 40-inch weekender on liquor board reform.
I was directed to delay that class.
He was called.
Shit, shit, get down, get down.
I swear, I'm sick of all of this, man.
The delegate, he can smell those paint cans.
with the reduction that matches just what we promised the Mayor.
Agg assault with a two-by-four? I don't think so.
It all tells me that you lack a fucking clue.
And that's just the ones with West Side addresses.
Make it quick, Tommy.
"were effecting pursuit and arrest of aforementioned suspects."
"and I'm going to be back in that hardware store, mixing paint."
Lieutenant Daniels exemplified this new spirit just the other day.
- What? - Look, we're real busy.
We keep the lid on tight. You know, they know we're not their friends...
No, but you call the personnel office...
Because.
Look, the great white deputy has spoken.
For Christ's sake...
I don't care how many years you have on this job.
- It's a murder, Bunk. - The word from upstairs...
Kintel Williamson, who the fuck?
He took a lot of hot corners and cooled them.
Don't look at me.
We're gonna be all over that motherfucker, till the bitch hit the ground.
Demper's always been a hack.
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You go away for a year and the whole world changes up.
I want an investigative strategy mapped up by week's end.
It's Friday gentlemen Productivity will not save you
don't make me your shovel.
Shit, me? I'm going to 12-hour shifts on the weekend, man.
- You called my desk looking for me? - Yes, I did. Come on in. Grab a chair.
"You know, this don't go through, I'm torched...
They can't take away your E.O. D, Marvin.
- 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.
- Yeah, they feeling it now. - They protecting the fuck out of it, too.
Don't matter to me none if they did.