Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-A gun alone ain't enough. -Oh, no?
Oh, yeah, you know, ain't no surprises yet.
-I'm all right with that if you are. -I ain't walk away from nowhere, man.
He does no wrong?
Pay it back, Omar. Pay it back.
For another, he's looking for you, Omar.
-What would be enough, then? -Eyeball witness.
-Little late in the month for this shit, isn't it? -What you mean?
in the charging documents, and Avon Barksdale is gonna change up.
But if someone gets it into his head to leave the rotation...
Y'all know what happens if you don't go to school?
Johnny had a plan.
-Why you wanna change up, then? -Nigger, I gotta explain shit to you now?
that can go to hurting him, too.
Enough.
If I tell them, what you think they're going to do?
McNulty does personal business on the clock, I want to know.
So we bring the Barksdale kid in...
What's up? What you need?
no. Sorry.
You heard?
What you got here is an honest day's work for an honest day's pay. Right, Lavelle?
He fight, but you arrest.
The fact is that while Lt. Daniels and his merry band are lost in the swamps...
Just sell the shit and move on.
If he gives it up to Rawls, then fuck it, we were never gonna do the case anyway.
You up to this?
Here, man. You get two.
I just call them like I see them, Lieutenant.
And you ain't afraid to go into court...
-Narcos? -No, rollies.
Yes, sir.
-Stinkum's too, I'm pretty sure. -Very sweet.
That's the worst case of suicide I've ever seen.
But it ain't about no hiding forever.
-You wouldn't be wrong. -No, you wouldn't.
The Deputy gave us another month.
-The work we've already done-- -Look...
-I'm your man. -You saw the murder?
Fuck, man.
See who was still holding money at the end of the week.
Because if Major Rawls is right...
Cool. Whatever...
the city homicide commander out of three murders...
If they moved around, then nobody would have problems.
I know you want to go to wherever it is you lay your head...
Take the whole roll and do something nice for your girl.