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Like, know what I mean?
You know, with Bell gone...
Major.
- Emergency room? - No, no hospital reports.
Look, if you don't exist, what happens here?
Not at all.
Yeah, I spoke to her about 10 minutes ago.
I just wanted you to know that last tip you gave me was a winner.
But it's better for me if I do something else.
which means the war's gonna ratchet up, no question.
But, gentlemen, what we can't forgive...
What part of "bend over" didn't you understand?
Here.
Thanks for the cover last night.
Well, fuck that. What about if they open up on us?
Open it.
I couldn't fix it. I tried.
sitting on the back of that ambo.
You're kidding me.
- You can prove that? - Ask him. He know.
if you will do me the honor...
It being your town, I trust you to do it proper.
What the fuck you all standing around for? Man, get to work.
- You mean entrapment? - Kid's got a point.
What the fuck was I thinking?
He just landed.
What?
more and more of the life from our city.
in his opposition to what Major Colvin did.
But they've been doing street rips for so long now, I don't think a high-level exists.
Come on, people, work with me on this thing!
- Any trauma? - Can't tell for sure with all the rat bites.
- How'd he take it? - Like Stringer was kin.
Well, as you just heard...
Come on, Avon. Enough with this shit. Open the fucking door.
the poor, the sick, the swollen underclass of our city trapped...
the Royce administration is simply bankrupt.
a man got to keep one eye on the ground, pick up what he find, feel me?
and if this disaster demands anything of us as a city...
cop a little something, ain't nary a soul hassle him.
Come on, Tommy.
Let's go.
This city's going to hell, man.
- Hope to see you all then. - All right.
No. She's not.