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Can't let the duty officer see that.

And with that thought in mind, I advise you to go immediately into the Major's office...

Guy named Reuben Terry.

He was wearing Kevlar, but it didn't help.

One, two, three.

-on Tywanda. -Who?

-Wallace. -Wallace, all right.

We're pulling you up 'cause we got a problem in common.

She said he owned a whole mess of stuff.

-And you? -I ain't gonna lie.

When they start thinking like that...

I have talked you right out of the shithouse.

-I beeped you. -I didn't get it.

to take him outta here and put him in a private nursing home.

Wait for Bailey?

I am asking you to identify for the record your commanding officer.

Check it out, here he come.

Look, man, this ain't right. I just spent $1 20 in drinks, $40 in tips.

and a two-digit add-on to identify the caller, like here, 13.

sometimes we just get backed up.

Yeah, that's what we got, too.

Bailey, you fucking dope fiend. I'm telling you...

-Send Stinkum up here. -All right.

Fucked you up like a cop should, didn't she?

the cheese stands alone.

She didn't talk long, she said she had to go. Dee was at the door.

Yeah, motherfuckers. Try to rob me, baby.

My people are onto one of Omar's boys down at Greek's.

First, you put a cop in the hospital, damn near kill his ass with that punch.

Still dragging from the whupping Kima put on him.

She even had it out with him in his club one night in front of all the people.

Quite a message they're sending.

There goes Scar right there.

You might've heard, we get a few murders here in Baltimore...

Yo, you know what, nigger?

Out of the apartment? Why?

Yeah, sometimes who you are is enough, dog.

-Thanks, Jay. -No problem.

Did you see the one Worden got on the Westside?

But with this, all you gotta do is jump the five button.

And when that money run out, they'll come up to you and roll on you...

-Payday. -Not this Friday.

How's this work?

especially since he ain't got no insurance.

All right, come on.

-Major Rawls. -Excellent.

-Right. -She put Dee in for that.

Same with those pen registers.

you would think a less enlightened man than myself, cruder man than myself...

It's Wee-Bey. We got one.