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