Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

In the cases of Malik Carr, a.k.a. "Poot"...
Go ahead, man. I'm behind you.
We're gonna need better.
You always did cut them corners, didn't you?
I guess she's fixing to leave me.
- It's a cell chip from a phone. - Oh.
Outstanding, red team, outstanding. Give you a case of beer for that one.
It's kind of cool, the Lieutenant's wife running for office, you know.
- On the floor! - Search warrant!
Tell the Commissioner the Mayor will be with him shortly.
Yeah, that's everyone we heard on the wire.
I fucking had this story all to myself a week ago.
My guess is Barksdale never touches a cell phone.
What do you see right here?
The inhabitants of what has come to be known as Hamsterdam...
Enough to the crime which every day chokes...
Excuse me, Deputy, sir, we found a body.
Roll, man.
I think she was waiting for this day more than I ever was.
Unless you can give your word, there's no way that I can...
it was an enforcement plan in case it goes public.
and maybe that puts him in contact with some of our monitored cell phones.
Yo, B.
- Motherfucker. - I'm tired, Bunk.
From out of nowhere, huh?
I respect your opinion, but right now...
But I need to trust my people.
Furthermore, the US attorney here will use all the resources...
Shit, because I already got my blast, man.
Sounds like you're running for something.
- It's Colvin's call, isn't it? - It's Stringer Bell.
Enough to the despair which makes policemen even think about surrender.
- Excuse us. - While uniformed police stood by...
I'm just saying, you know, all the boys, they all waiting on you.
Sounds like you're running for something.
Digging in his pockets, talking about how much cheese he gonna give us...
all evidence of what he was doing managed to elude the entire command staff?
I am your commissioner for the full five-year term.
We were concentrating our resources on high-level traffickers.
I was in my old district tonight...
Rest assured.