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then turn around and drive back down to DC.
Sullivan, minor irritations.
All right? Now look at this.
Yeah, it's me.
with the pressure that my Commanders were getting from City Hall.
Look, man, I ain't involved.
Tell him to hold. Go ahead, Gene.
- I said, "What the fuck?" - He was on your ass like Carl Lewis.
I missed you, too, I guess.
But on the heart side? You did good.
Yeah, no doubt, bro.
- Stringer Bell, that's him. - There it is.
Then I'll wait to hear from you.
Yeah, your information's good.
Assuming Stringer Bell is the man, now we wait for the return call.
half of them, they's just playing gangster.
Shoot, you know what I'm saying, man.
for the torture of a young boy who was close to Mr. Little's heart.
When I slow down, or when I take a minute to think about it, I...
But this here is some assassination shit...
There's all sorts of levels.
Whitey sale, whitey sale.
to the shift and sector supervisors.
Yeah, but for how long? He could toss that burner at any moment.
Yo...
Punching yourself in the chest looking all mad and shit.
When the story breaks, the ministers will surely be against you.
What time y'all meeting?
renegade Police Commander takes it on himself to...
I might be untouchable on this. Now, look, we need to think.
And most of the City Council will be walking sideways...
But if we enforce the drug laws everywhere else in the city...
But I'm trying to put together a select group of people, right?
Justin, come here.
That's good, that's good.
And Stryker said...
It's a good one.
- I've heard enough. - Hold on, Coleman.
- Yo. I need some face time with the man. - Hold on, I'll holler back at you, man.
You crazy, nigga? How much money you talking about?
Or settle this once and forever.
If we play it right.
Shoot, my momma hit me harder than that. I still got a chance, he getting tired.