Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You crazy, nigga? How much money you talking about?

Punching yourself in the chest looking all mad and shit.

with the pressure that my Commanders were getting from City Hall.

then turn around and drive back down to DC.

Shoot, you know what I'm saying, man.

Or settle this once and forever.

- I've heard enough. - Hold on, Coleman.

And Stryker said...

But I'm trying to put together a select group of people, right?

But this here is some assassination shit...

But if we enforce the drug laws everywhere else in the city...

Whitey sale, whitey sale.

- I said, "What the fuck?" - He was on your ass like Carl Lewis.

to the shift and sector supervisors.

That's good, that's good.

- Stringer Bell, that's him. - There it is.

But on the heart side? You did good.

I might be untouchable on this. Now, look, we need to think.

Yeah, no doubt, bro.

for the torture of a young boy who was close to Mr. Little's heart.

Justin, come here.

Yeah, but for how long? He could toss that burner at any moment.

Look, man, I ain't involved.

And most of the City Council will be walking sideways...

- Yo. I need some face time with the man. - Hold on, I'll holler back at you, man.

half of them, they's just playing gangster.

What time y'all meeting?

Sullivan, minor irritations.

Yeah, your information's good.

There's all sorts of levels.

I missed you, too, I guess.

When the story breaks, the ministers will surely be against you.

Assuming Stringer Bell is the man, now we wait for the return call.

All right? Now look at this.

It's a good one.

When I slow down, or when I take a minute to think about it, I...

renegade Police Commander takes it on himself to...

Tell him to hold. Go ahead, Gene.

Shoot, my momma hit me harder than that. I still got a chance, he getting tired.

Then I'll wait to hear from you.

If we play it right.