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-Damn dog got Norris, too. -You didn't think to warn me?

I just figured he tried his hand on the wrong corner and got dropped.

We go to Daniels. If he fights, he fights.

A young boy who was with him, light-skinned kid from the cemetery.

Lopez on the mound. The pitch is outside.

-Copper house. -Got to be got, homes.

we catch that murder. We get there before the murder.

He wanted your boy to give you up.

-As a favor. -Yes, sir.

We will contend that it was Preston who was the victim of a brutal police beating...

All McNulty lookalikes makes someone who is otherwise as reasonable as me ”unreasonable"

the juvenile system in this city is fucked up. It's a big-ass fucking joke. No offense.

Come on, getting greedy. Take the chips!

Thank you. Come on, dreamer.

his boy Stinkum...

He's beeping someone.

All right, going to Homicide.

You tell Rawls that?

-D'Angelo Barksdale, not Avon. -D'Angelo on behalf of Avon.

Westside exchange. Number's encoded, right?

-What happened there? -Someone stole his lawn furniture.

put $500 in Wee-Bey and Bird's hands for doing the muscling up.

Me and Uck, here, we got something on, too. We got a plan.

Just go get help, man! What are you doing?

That wasn't right.

I understand the interest in clearing these cases, I do.

Look, in my game...

We lose nothing.

Thing about it was his eye. His eye was blown out.

-Lieutenant, please-- -You were dumped on me, Augie.

If the wire doesn't give us a case, he can charge all the murders he has.

I'm going to....

over the unit operating budget to staff the case.

I don't see a circuit court judge being able to argue...

And the other one was open. And yo, Dee, it fucks me up.

For one thing, you all did take his stash.

You didn't tell anybody? Stinkum, Bodie?

They're taking pictures of an empty patio, dusting the backyard gate for latents.

Especially that part about how it ain't gotta be like that.