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Unmonitored. We can't listen to a conversation on an unmonitored payphone.

64-Charlie to Central K.

Took off a stash house last month. My guy, Barksdale, is coming back on them.

-Stabbed, beaten, burned. -Jesus.

So why didn't you pay us?

Beyond that, he walked away from a JSA facility.

The murder warrant's on hold.

Now, when you came downtown to CID, what kind of work were you expecting?

We're still waiting on a lab unit. Do you have an ETA?

Damn, for real?

Call Jimmy, let him know.

How do you log that non-pertinent?

My firm is making it a priority to identify a number of city youths...

Omar don't scare.

-Fuck. -What, are you trying to kill me, man?

Well, Lieutenant, l....

You wanted to see me, Major?

Mistakes lower the unit-wide clearance rate.

FormsController don't scare

He runs any kind of game at all, I want to know.

Like you and that girl, huh?

He's gonna be down on Crescent, looking out for a while. Cassandra, too.

to D'Angelo Barksdale's, giving him the number of a pay phone.

-All right. -How you doing with that other thing?

-Got laid last night, that's why. -Oh, yeah? Your asshole still hurting?

we roll Little Boy Barksdale into Big Boy Barksdale...

We work murder cases here, as they come in, one at a fucking time.

You could go to Foerster, or the Deputy Ops.

Sterling and Cass?

Looks just like you.

Bad time for you all?

Yeah, I remember that. But it ain't like that, is it?

It's like he's looking out, like he sees everything, you know?

-Yo. -What up, man?

Detective, this right here, this is the job.

-"Home monitoring"? -Yeah, man.

The whole blessed project saw that much.

If you ain't got dreams, Bubs, what the fuck you got?

Don't think about it.

-Rubbing them down, huh? -Yeah.

Are you kidding me?

Ding! Round three.

So he told me to punk you all for a little while.

for any monitoring calls. She's on a fixed income, Your Honor.

They use codes that hide their pager and phone numbers.