"Yo, shit is late." "Yeah, they still vialin' up." "Usually come off the train street-ready, but this time they gotta vial." "Y'all got any testers, man?" " Yeah, later." " Later?" "Y'all got any testers, man?" "Nigga, it ain't even 9:00 and you fiendin' on it." "Get the fuck out of here, man." "Damn." "Yo, why you act like that, yo?" "What, for these junkie motherfuckers?" "So, you just gonna take his money all day and treat him like a dog?" "How I'm supposed to treat him?" "I don't know." "But you ain't got to punk 'em like that." "He punked hisself." "He a goddamn drug addict." "And you a goddamn drug dealer." "So?" "So what?" "Oh, what, the customer's always right?" "Yo, we in the projects." "The customer be fucked up." "You can't give these niggas shit, man." "Why not?" "Why can't you?" "Shit, everything else in the world get sold without people taking advantage." "Scammin', lying', doin' each other dirty." "Why it got to be that way with this?" "'cause they dope fiends." "Yeah, but the game ain't gotta be played like that, yo." "You can't tell me this shit can't get done without people beating' on each other, killin' each other, doin' each other like dogs." "Without all that you ain't got five-oh down here on our backs every five minutes, throwin' us around and shit." "Shit, man." "You think five-oh would care about niggas gettin' high?" "In the projects?" "Man, five-oh be down here about the bodies, yo." "That's what they be down here about, the bodies." "Squires, young squires." "Ah, what you want, nigga?" "A little bag o' styles, man." "A little bag o' styles for you." "Check it out, check it out." "Only five dollars." "What's up with that?" "Five dollars make you a gallant motherfucker, right there, boy." "Him, we know." "♪ If you walk through the garden ♪" "♪ You better watch your back ♪" "♪ Well, I beg your pardon ♪" "♪ Walk the straight and narrow track ♪" "♪ If you walk through Jesus ♪" "♪ He'll save your soul ♪" "♪ You gotta keep the devil ♪" "♪ Down in the hole ♪" "♪ All the angels sing ♪" "♪ About Jesus' mighty soul ♪" "♪ And they shoot you with your wing ♪" "♪ Keep you close to the Lord ♪" "♪ Don't pay heed to temptation ♪" "♪ Oh, your hands are so cold ♪" "♪ You got to keep the devil ♪" "♪ Way down in the hole ♪" "♪ Way down in the hole ♪" "♪ Way down in the hole ♪" "♪ Way down in the hole ♪" "♪ Way down in the hole ♪" "What are we facing from the riot?" "Three witnesses' statements." "All of them saying the officer's assault on the youth was unprovoked." "You know how that goes, Commissioner." "People's idea of police brutality is whenever we win a fight." "What does the state's attorney say?" "He says it goes to a grand jury." "That's him doing Pontius Pilate." "The grand jury doesn't indict, he looks clean for passing the buck." "And if they do indict?" "They won't." "Criminal histories on our three witnesses... one longer than the next." "Drugs, weapons, assault, more drugs." "Shitbirds throwing dirt at good police." "Just the same, Lieutenant, I want you to rethink whatever tactic led you to send three plainclothes officers to do field interviews at the high-rises at 2:00 in the morning." "Yes, sir." "I take it your people have union counsel?" "Yes, sir." "Sir, I would request that pending the grand jury review," "Officer Pryzbylewski be placed on administrative leave." "I can use him in-office, but I don't think we should have him on the street until the grand jury signs off." "That's putting our tail between our legs." "I think our official stance has to be he did nothing wrong out there." "A 14-year-old is half-blind." "And two of ours were injured as well." "Goddamn right." "They were fucking shooting at us out there." "Bobby, what do you think?" "Keep 'em off the streets until it clears the courthouse." "Okay, then, we wait on the grand jury." "Lieutenant." "A moment, please." "What happened out there?" "Did you know they were in the high-rises without backup?" "I tell you yes, I screwed up." "I tell you no, I'm putting my men in the jackpot." "Do you still want me to answer?" "I screwed up, sir." "It's a good man that's willing to take one for the company." "Hell with the company." "I'm defending my own people here, that's all." "What Major Valchek means to say is that he's grateful that you extended your support on behalf of Officer Pryzbylewski." "Fuck-up that he is." "He should be off the street." "What can I say?" "The kid needs a little guidance, a little supervision." "Stan here thought that if he got a young officer back on the street where he might start over..." "A new unit, a new lieutenant." "That might bring him around." "I understand he messed up here." "I understand that." "Which is why I'm saying to you," "I owe you for walking him through this grand jury thing." "And to compensate, Southeastern is sending you two new unmarked units and a surveillance van." "Plus, you need manpower while these guys are busy with this IID thing, all you do is ask." "Lieutenant." "So, I got suction with you, Valchek?" "That's what I'm saying." "Deputy, always a pleasure." "A necessary evil." "What?" "Valchek." "Is it insubordinate if I ask what's so necessary?" "Thanks for not cutting Pryzbylewski loose." "If you had, the department would be caught between Valchek and city hall." "I owe you for that." "This Barksdale, he's dug in." "It may take more than buy-bust." "And since it's been in the press about the witness" "It's not an issue." "Keep it a tight little circle." "Give me three weeks of good street work and you'll see this through." "A couple of felony warrants, a little dope on the table." "That's all we need here." "Under no circumstances is it accurate to suggest that this particular homicide was the result of the victim having been a witness in an earlier case." "Reports to the contrary are without factual merit." "Are you saying that you know definitely that this man was not killed because he testified?" "We think, that-- I mean, that is... we're looking into the possibility that Mr. Gant was involved in a street dispute." "Which, of course, would have nothing to do with his being a witness in an unrelated case that concluded weeks ago." "But you haven't developed a suspect at this time?" "No, we haven't." "Ah, bunk, shame on you, lad." "What'd you expect him to do?" "I don't know, grab the mic, shove Rawls to the ground declare that all of Baltimore should rise as one, because they're murdering witnesses in cold blood." "That sounds more like one of your moves." "Been working on him two weeks and we don't even have a photo." "It's fucking embarrassing." " Hey, Pat." " Huh?" "We got a job for you guys to try to run down." "What is it?" "We need a photo of this guy Barksdale." "We need to know what he looks like." "So, go down to the B of I." "Well, you see, that's the problem, guys." "You see, Barksdale's never been arrested as an adult, so, we don't really have a B of I photo." "And his juvenile record he had expunged, so there's no photo there either." "Then you're fucked." "Yeah." "Yeah, we are." "But seeing as we all came into work today," "I thought, what the hell, let's try something different." "So, we know from his mother's social service record that Barksdale grew up in Franklin Terrace, right?" "Well, it occurred to me, being vaguely familiar with the high-rises of West Baltimore, that the housing project began to take photos of every registered resident as a security measure." "Am I correct, Detective Greggs?" "Yeah." "So, you want us to go down to the housing department and pull his photo." "Excellent." "You know, you and I, we think as one." "We're like two horses together in a harness." "Why don't you fucking do it yourself?" "Sure, if you don't mind sitting in my desk, reviewing homicide folders, taking meticulous notes, trying to run down a few new leads." "It's boring, painstaking work, but if you don't want to travel to the housing department," "I'll switch with you." "Fuck it, Patrick, let's take a ride." "That was inspiring." "I'm a leader of men." "Yo, wassup with shop?" "No re-up." "Why not?" "'Cause we out of red caps." "Stink say we have a new package tomorrow." " New package?" " Yeah." "Yeah, man, this weak-ass stepped-on shit we got out here get these fiends agitated." "Well, look at them, they still buying' it though." "Yes, they buying' twice as much and only getting half as high." "Yo, what was that?" "Hmm?" "Castle can't move like that, yo." "Castle move up and down or sideways like." "Naw, we ain't playin' that." "Man, look at the board, we playing checkers." "Checkers?" "Yeah, checkers." "Yo, why y'all playing checkers on a chess set?" "Yo, why you give a shit?" "Man, we ain't got no checkers." "Yeah, but yo, chess is a better game, yo." "So?" "Naw, holdup, holdup." "Y'all don't know how to play chess, do you?" "So?" "So, nothin', man." "Look, I'll teach y'all if you want to learn." "C'mon, man, nah, c'mon." "We're right in the middle of a game." "Calm down, chill out, I want to see this." "Look, y'all can't be playin' no checkers on no chessboard, yo." "A'ight, a'ight, all right, man." "Now, look, check it, it's simple, it's simple." "See this?" "This the kingpin, a'ight?" "And he the man." "You get the other dude's king, you got the game." "But, he tryin' to get your king, too, so, you gotta protect it." "Now the king, he move one space any direction he damn choose, 'cause he's the king." "Like this, this, this, a'ight?" "But he ain't got no hustle, but the rest of these motherfuckers on the team, they got his back." "And they run so deep, he really ain't gotta do shit." "Like your uncle." "Yeah, like my uncle." "And you see this?" "This the queen, she smart and she fierce." "She move any way she want as far as she want." "And she is the go-get-shit-done piece." "Remind me of Stringer." "And this over here is the castle, it's like the stash." "It move like this and like this." "Dog, stash don't move, man." "C'mon, yo, think." "How many times we move the stash house this week?" "A'ight?" "And every time we move the stash we got to move a little muscle with it, right, to protect it?" "True, true, you right." "A'ight, what about them little bald-headed bitches, right there?" "These right here." "These are the pawns." "They like the soldiers." "They move like this, one space forward only, 'cept when they fight." "Then it's like... or like this." "And they like the front lines." "They be out in the field." "So, how do you get to be the king?" "It ain't like that." "See, the king stay the king, a'ight?" "Everything stay who he is, 'cept for the pawns." "Now if a pawn make it all the way down to the other dude's side, he get to be queen." "And like I said, the queen ain't no bitch." "She got all the moves." "A'ight, so, if I make it to the other end," "I win?" "If you catch the other dude's king and trap it, then you win." "A'ight, but if I make it to the end," "I'm top dog." "Naw, yo, it ain't like that, look." "The pawns, man, in the game, they get capped quick." "They be out the game early." "Unless they some smart-ass pawns." "Nagras." "Can you fucking believe this?" "This shit is prehistoric." "What else they got down there in property?" "Eight-tracks?" "Victrolas?" "Fucking department's a joke." "We got to get with the feds somehow." "They got lightweights, wireless, micro-recorders." "Yeah, DEA got those." "I wear this on a warm day and they're gonna know." "Even if they do a half-assed search, I'm done." "Nagras, Jesus." "You can't send his ass into the projects with this shit taped to him." "That ain't gonna play." "I'm saying." "McNulty and the girl, the lizard from narcotics, they've got the file." "Who are you partnered with?" "McNulty, but he don't have shit to do with me." "And I don't want nothing to do with him neither." "Major, I'm a fifth wheel on a car that's going nowhere." "Bring me home." "Soon enough." "Look, you're my eyes and ears in this mess, right?" "And I don't want no more surprises like that newspaper article." "If McNulty's planning anymore bullshit like that," "I got to be able to tell the deputy before the shit flies." "Then you come home with a favor in your pocket." "How bad is that?" "Lieutenant." "You get Carver and Prez back tomorrow, but Prez is in-office." "No police powers, no street work, nothing." "If the building catches fire, he stays in the office." "What about Herc?" "Medical 'til Monday, at least." "I wonder what you gotta do to get thrown off this police force." "Keep on with some of your shit, you just might find out." "Where are the fucking run-sheets?" "Behind the board." "You all go for a taste?" "Hey." "We got your picture, don't you fucking worry, McNulty." "This is Barksdale?" "Avon Barksdale." "I don't think so." "Read my lips." "Avon fucking Barksdale." "His name's on the form in the file." "Well, excuse me for giving a shit, but I can't help but notice this is a middle-aged white man." "Hey, you want something different, you give me another name." "That's the only Avon Barksdale in the housing department files." "You've got your smokes?" "Have a nice fucking day." "Maybe he's white." "No, I mean, really, what do we really know?" "Avon Barksdale, 31 years of age, born Provident Hospital, West Baltimore to Willette Jackson Barksdale, father unknown." "Educated Baltimore City Schools." "Early address is in the same public housing where he now controls the drug trade." "No flash, no profile, pretty much comes up out of nowhere." "No work history." "No tax information we can look at." "No cars in his name, no driver's license." "No kids." "No priors either." "Oh, yeah, his vague CI information that states he stays in various apartments out in the county, addresses undetermined, of course." "He moves from girlfriend to girlfriend, might have another girlfriend in New York, he likes to work out, and he used to box Golden Gloves when he was younger." "I've been working on this guy for two weeks and the truth is we don't know shit." "Golden Gloves?" "How'd you hear that?" "I don't know." "I think I got that from a DEA file." "Uh, from a CI who claimed to know him way back when." "So, you write everything down?" "Yeah, everything." "I got that bomb, y'all." "Blue tops, blue tops." "Double shorts, in the hole, man." "Got blue tops, lookin' for blues?" "In the hole, y'all." "Blue tops, red tops." "Got that chronic..." "Red tops, two for 10." "Blue tops, blue tops." "Keep your jab moving." "Move with your right." "Left, right, left, right, two punches." "I got a few questions I wanna ask you, Mack." "Keep your hands moving, work to the body some, man." "So, who's your target?" " Barksdale." " Who?" " Avon Barksdale." " Never heard of him." "That's the thing." "This guy's got the Westside Projects locked up." "He's tied to maybe a dozen murders, he's completely off the radar." "Avon, what was it?" " Barksdale." " If you say so." "DEA has a couple pages on him from Naddis entries." "Nothing in NCIC, no adult arrests." "I've been working drugs for the bureau since '98 and I can tell you we got nothing on him that I know." "This little thing is the smile of the week." "Watch this." "What was that?" "Get the door." "Get the door." "Career case." "Not that my bosses give a damn at this point." "Why not?" "Why not?" "All them mopes in bracelets and not one of 'em named Osama." "Still, I owe you, brother, what do you need?" "A couple of lightweight body mikes." "Wireless, remote taping capability." "That's all?" "Hey, where I come from, we're just happy to be in the 20th century." "All right, who's running the case?" "So I can tell my squad supervisor." "Daniels, out of narcotics." "All right, no problem." "Shit, fucking rain, man." "All right, all right, y'all know what the fuck this is." "Up against the wall, hurry the fuck up." "C'mon, let's go, c'mon, let's go." "Going to the back, going to the back." "Ain't got time for this shit." "Got some red-tops, some testers." "Get 'em around the corner." "Hurry up, take 'em around, take 'em around." "Shit, man, what the fuck you lookin' at me for?" "Get your ass around the corner." "I want that shit, that's good." "Keep it movin', keep it movin'." "Yeah, you see that?" "Aw, yeah." "Third from the end, that's the stash." "Some real raggedy-ass shit here, boy." "Very sloppy." "Hmm." "How old are your kids?" "Mike is eight, Sean's 10." "That's the hard part." "Yeah, that's the hard part, but, you know." "So, how often do you get to see them?" "Every other weekend." "Trying to get more, but she's fighting me." "Why would she fight you on that?" "She's getting even." "Getting even?" "You must've been fuckin' around." "I'm just sayin'." " You're right." " It's always the case." "When a woman lookin' to get even, there's gotta be a little extra something there." "Hey, Bubs, how come you got all this wisdom and your life's so fucking hard?" "I been wondering on that myself." "So, how about you?" "You ever been married?" "What'd I say?" "You ain't gonna say anything, I am." "What?" "If you a dog, you barkin' at the wrong pussy." "What, so, I'm a dog now?" "Meow." "Yo, Bubs." "I date women." "There we are, we've got something else in common, I date women, too." "So, pretty much everyone in CID's worked this out but me?" "Well, shit, wasn't nothing to figure out, I told 'em." "I guess I missed the press conference." "Look, it's better that than to have every police on three shifts houndin' you every goddamn day." "Cops are dogs." "Yeah." "It's not like I was, you know, walkin' around, waving' some dyke flag in the air or some shit." "Hey, I know I look like I could go either way." "Ooh, Lord, yes, you do." "Yes, you do." "It was just somethin' I had to put out there to get through the day." " I should've known." " Should've known what?" "I worked with one other female police officer who was worth a damn, only one." " A lesbian." " Yeah." "In the beginning, you're in your radio car, alone, working your post." "Most women aren't getting out of that car." "Right." "Not without side partners showing' up." "They're intimidated." "Physically." "They gotta be." "You weren't?" "Yeah, at first." "But, you know, talkin' about some old, you know, straight-out-of- the-academy-type scared, you know what I'm sayin'?" "I wasn't about to stay scared." "You know, you get your ass kicked, you know, once or twice, you realize it's not the end of the world, right?" "Mm-hmm." "Most of the women, they don't want to believe that." "Some of the men, too." "They don't even want to go there." " You think 'cause you're gay?" " I don't know." "But is there any other fuckin' way to police?" "All I know is I just love the job." "That'll be $3.20." "Keep the change." "Thanks, have a nice day." "♪ Baby say, yeah, baby say, yeah ♪" "♪ Would you die for me like you cry for me?" "♪" "♪ Baby say, yeah, baby say, yeah ♪" "♪ Would you feel for me like you comfort me?" "♪" "♪ Baby say, yeah, baby say, yeah ♪" "♪ Girl, I would be, you're my dime for me ♪" "♪ I know that you're lovin' me 'cause you thug with me ♪" "♪ You're a slug to me, my baby ♪" "♪ You goin' feel for you like I comfort you ♪" "♪ The world's bugged but you feel me ♪" "♪ Girl, we'll connect the dots ♪" "♪ We'll hit the spot, between me ♪" "♪ You ride hard, I ride drop... ♪" "Hey, yo, Dee comin' up." "Where's it all go?" "Huh?" "The money." "Where all the money go?" "22, four, give or take." "From the low-rises?" "Damn, boy, you must have that crew humming'." "I don't remember a day we ever got this much from the courtyard." "It wasn't even check day." "You doin' good out there, Dee." "We'll be doin' even better when we get that new package." "New package same as old, man." " Say what?" " Ain't no new package." "Just gonna put that same shit out in a different color gelcap is all." "Might spike that shit with some procaine or some caffeine, but otherwise the same." "String, man, people are already coming back on us, tellin' us that shit is weak." "I know, the shit is weak." "But, you know, shit is weak all over." "The thing is, no matter what we call heroin, it's gonna get sold." "The shit is strong, we gonna sell it." "The shit is weak, we gonna sell twice as much." "You know why?" "'Cause a fiend, he gonna chase that shit no matter what." "It's crazy, you know?" "We do worse, and we get paid more." "The government do better and it don't mean no nevermind." "This shit right here, Dee... is forever." "That's your bonus right there." "And you make sure you buy something that you wouldn't otherwise." "Thanks, man." "All right." "Hey." "Hey." "You remember me?" "Do I remember you?" "I was in here the other day, you wanted a drink." "Did I get a drink?" "Afraid not." "Then why would I remember you?" "You want to be remembered, you going about it the wrong way here." "All right." "Lerry." "The usual." "This here's my uncle's place." "You kin to Orlando?" "Naw." "Orlando's like the up-front man, you know?" "My uncle's the money man." "Where you from?" "Right here." "Baltimore." "I know Baltimore, but, like, where?" "You know Turner Station?" "Down past Dundalk near the Point." "Oh, the Point." "So, you a country girl." "You mean county." "Where I'm from, the county is the country." "Where was that?" "So... are you workin' with your uncle?" "I'm his right hand." "Yes, you is." "You want to ride with us in the van?" "No." "Why not?" "You think it's a waste?" "Touts and children, that's all you're gonna get." "Bingo." "Where did you get this?" "Now, look at this piece of shit." "I'm good to go, right?" "Come here, let me see." "Detective Sydnor's ensemble is the latest in Westside Project wear." "Have your torn cammies by Versace, stained sweatshirt by Ralph Lauren." " Where you miked?" " Down in my dip, man." "I figure they ain't gonna go down there anyway, right?" "I don't know, Sydnor, the way you twirling' around, might be the first place they look." "Fuck you." "I ain't showered in two days, I ain't shaved in four." "Right now, I am one ripe, nasty son of a bitch." "Yo, Bubs." "What you think?" "This your man, huh?" "Yeah." "Is he low-bottom enough for you?" "Clothes is tore down enough, but he could use a little bit more stains, more dirt." "What's this here, man?" "It's my wedding ring." "Shit, you married to the needle, boy." "That shit been pawned off, if you for real." "Dead giveaway." "You could stand to lose about 20 pounds, some yellow in your teeth, fresh bleeds on the hands." "Okay, so maybe I should go out and shoot up some dope for about a year or two, right?" "Come back when I can really carry the look off?" "I'm jus' sayin', I'm jus' sayin', man." "The more tore down you look, the better." "You gonna go down in them towers, man, they gonna check everything." "Yo, how 'bout the shoes?" "I know you ain't got no problem with the shoes, fucked up as they are." "Let me see the shoes, man." "See?" "You walkin' down them alleys of the projects, man, you steppin' on the dead soldiers." "Dead soldiers?" "Yeah, empty vials." "You can't walk down a Baltimore street without that shit crackin' underneath your feet." "You want to know if a fiend for real?" "Check the bottom of his shoes." "Okay." "Have him dance on some empties before we go out there." "Get us killed." "He hurt your feelings?" "Little bit." "Shit." "♪ Hit it ♪" "♪ It takes two to make a thing go right ♪" "♪ It takes two to make it outta sight ♪" "♪ It takes two to make a thing go right ♪" "♪ It takes two to make it outta sight ♪" "♪ I wanna rock right now ♪" "♪ I'm Rob Base and I came to get down ♪" "♪ I'm not internationally known ♪" "♪ But I'm known to rock the microphone ♪" "♪ Because I get stupid, I mean outrageous ♪" "♪ Stay away from me, if you're contagious ♪" "♪ 'Cause I'm the man, no, I'm not a loser ♪" "♪ To be an MC is what I choose to ♪" "♪ Ladies love me, girls adore me ♪" "♪ I mean even the ones who never saw me ♪" "♪ Like the way that I rhyme and have soul ♪" "♪ The reason why, man, I don't know ♪" "♪ So, let's go 'cause ♪" "♪ it takes two to make a thing go right ♪" "♪ It takes two to make it outta sight ♪" "♪ It takes two to make a thing go right... ♪" "Four hand-to-hands." "Two to me, two to Bubs, with me close enough to mark it." "From who?" "Kids, mostly." "Young-ass hoppers." "It's a start." "They pretty tight out here, Kima." "You don't hand no money to nobody that matters, you don't get no product from nobody that matters." "You want to go back in?" "Shit, we copped from every crew out here." "Ain't we supposed to go off somewhere and fire this shit up?" "Yeah, let's get the fuck out of here." "Well, now." "Did you get to see where the money went after you handed off?" "No." "Nothing but touts and runners here." "But then again, you told us so." "I didn't say that." "But as a matter of fact." "Everyone else roll out?" "I-- you were, uh, upstairs and out of pocket, so, uh, I cut 'em loose." "Just as well." "I'll give 'em the news tomorrow." "What happened?" "I told the deputy we had a few hand-to-hands." "Low-level people." "He wants us to put everything we get into search-and-seizures and hit the projects Wednesday afternoon." " Lieutenant." " I know." "Does he think that's what gets us Avon Barksdale?" "The buys we made, they don't even go past the courtyards." "I need you to scratch together everything we got from the hand-to-hands and shape it into PC for the warrants." "A few locations at least." "But we don't even know what doors to hit." "A few apartments in the low-rises that we've seen used for stash, maybe." "Then we write on those." "Lieutenant, these guys change stash houses every other day." "Look, the man upstairs wants to see a circus." "A couple of days from now, I got to show him three rings." "Christ." "I'm sorry." "We gotta jump." "Is the deputy ops stupid?" "No." "Well, this shit is fucking stupid." "No, we bring in some arrests, he takes them to the judge." "He figures the judge goes away." "And then he buries the fucking case." "What are we gonna do?" "There's nothing you can do, except pound out some probable cause." "We're gonna be here all fucking night." "Well, I'm not." "Where the fuck you got to go?" "No, I mean, I can't." "I'm not gonna help them gut the case." "I'm sorry." "I know he's your lieutenant." "You gotta do what you gotta do." "But I can't swallow this shit anymore." "♪ Mr. Johnson sings on a corner by the bar ♪" "♪ Sold his soul to the devil ♪" "♪ So he can play guitar ♪" "♪ Too cool to be forgotten ♪" "♪ Hey, hey... ♪" "Why are you here?" "Been thinking about something." " Can I come in?" " No." "No?" "What's the matter, McNulty?" "No one ever tells you no?" "Sorry." "I should've called." "How do you clone a beeper?" " What?" " That's what I need to know." "You show up at my door at 9:00 to ask me that?" "They're using pagers, right?" "Every other drug dealer has a cell phone and these guys are all on pagers." "What do you want to do?" "Bunk and me, when we jack up the Barksdale kid, he's got a Motorola pager." "We give it back so not to spook him." "You want to clone it?" "Can we do that with a subpoena to the pager company?" "Read that." "What is it?" "Affidavit from a state police case." "A judge signs something like that, you can clone a beeper." "Christ." "Probable cause, coupled with an exhaustion argument." "You got to show the judge that other investigative methods have failed." "You'll also need a supervisor who wants you to clone a suspect's pager, knowing that it might lead to who knows what else, pen registers, wiretaps." "Daniels'll come around." "Daniels will have your ass." "Thanks." " That's it?" " What?" "No." "Let me understand." "You're married and a date is a room at the Best Western with the blinds closed." "Now you're single and a date is you coming over unannounced to learn the legal requisites for a pager intercept." "Pretty much." "No." "Okay, I hear you." "You?" "As if you give a shit." "You're an asshole, McNulty." "What the fuck did I do?" "Yo, how much more to that pack?" "50, 60." "Re-up's late." "Have Wallace hit Stinkum on his pager again." "You want something from carry-out?" "Yeah, lake trout sub." "Pay up." "Damn." "You asked, I thought you was treating'." "Well, you thought wrong, I ain't no bank." "You stingy like one." "Just make sure you give me enough." "No mayo, extra hot, somethin' to drink." "All right." " Yo, he go for food?" " Yep." "Why ain't you tell me?" "My stomach growlin' like a motherfuck." "Starve, nigga." "Man, shit." "Yo, re-up's here." "Stink, what up?" "What's up, bro?" "10 minutes, yo." " 10?" " Yeah." "A'ight." "Who there?" "Y'all got my back, you heard me?" "Get the fuck in here." "Get your ass down." "Sit your stupid ass down." "Get the fuck down." "Shit, stay there, bitch." "Yo, yo, get down, get down." "Get the fuck down, motherfucker." "Hey, yo, where it at?" "Ain't none here, yo." "Where it at, man?" "Aw, shit!" "Oh, fuck, my leg !" "Where it at, shorty?" "Kitchen, under the sink." "Hey, yo, go on and get that." "Two G-packs." "Let's roll." "Just two?" " Yo, Omar, c'mon." " Yo, what the fu-- stupid." "Aw, shit !" "Let's get the fuck out of here." "Aw, shit!" "C'mon, Poot." "Fuck!" "So, your man saw 'em get jacked?" "Yeah, part of it." "And he gets the tag number?" "Good man, that Bubbles." "Listen up." "Western uniforms will meet us in the Mount Clare parking lot." "We start there and we don't stop 'til we take the doors." "I want their lookouts to have as little chance as possible." "What's with you?" "My office." " I'm not going." " You're insubordinate?" "I'm not jumping out on something I believe's gonna harm the case." "You want to write me up on that, you can." "You think I want this?" "I got the deputy ops on my ass for this shit." "Now I got you showing me up in front of the whole damn detail." "I don't mean to show anybody up." " Get your vest on." " No." "I got police work to do." "Motherfucker, if you felt this way, why didn't you call in sick?" " I'm not sick." " Yeah, you are." "Gimme a 95 on why you are physically unable to participate in today's police action." "What, I'm gonna lie so you can save face?" "Come on, write it up." "I can't jump out with the rest of my unit because my tummy hurts." "I'm not gonna help you gut this case." "If you want to pretend to be a police, you go ahead." "Let's do it." "I'm up." "You're on medical." "I'm up, boss." "Give him a vest." "Naw, motherfucker." "It ain't just up to Stinkum to be muscle." "You got the pit." "Your people supposed to be ready for the re-up." "You supposed to be steady for him." "But where you at?" "You in the goddamn sammich shop." "You got 20 thousand dollar, Dee, coming into your shop and you ain't even around to see that shit right." "Look, I thought re-ups" "No, thinkin' was what you wasn't doin' and now we look like bitches." "You feel me?" "We got to come back on 'em and you can't even tell me shit about who they was." "One of 'em was named Omar." "Omar?" "Yeah, Omar, that's the name I heard." "And they had a white van." "Yeah, I saw the van down there." "What kind of van?" "Five-oh!" " Wrong door." " Yeah?" "Yeah, switched it yesterday." "Let's see your hands." "Let's see your hands." "Get the fuck out the way." "Let's see your hands." "Up, motherfucker, up." "Turn around." "All the way up." "Police." "Put your hands up, put 'em up!" "Turn your monkey ass around." "Why you fucking with us, man?" "C'mon, man, damn, we wasn't even doin' shit." "C'mon, man." "C'mon, motherfucker, how that feel?" "How that feel?" "You fucked up now." "You fucked up." "You feel it, right?" "I'm gonna swing it." "I'm gonna swing it." "You hit a cop, Motherfucker." "Go ahead, play that cowboy shit, motherfucker." "Go ahead, hold 'em down." "Hold him down." "Hold his arms." "Hold his arms!" "Up against the fucking wall." "Spread your legs." "Don't make me kick your ass, too." "Motherfucker, come on." "Get him, get him." "Gonna hit a cop." "What's wrong with you, boy?" "You wanna hit a cop." "Clean." "Not a fucking thing in there." "Pick any door in the low-rises." "What are the chances?" "Channel two wants to know if she can take her cameras through some of the places we raided." "She says whatever we got, she'll put on film." "Whatever we got?" "Drugs, weapons." "We ain't got shit." "I can tell you were never in patrol." "Right, right." " Sorry, I'm late." " What's up?" "I didn't want to tell you in front of the girl." "Her being from narcotics and all." "Daniels is dirty." "What?" "The guy running your case." "He's got dirt on him." "You know this?" "Your own agency came to us with concerns about him last year." "Integrity questions." "They didn't want to take it to Internal Affairs, because that office leaks like a sieve." "Plus the fact they couldn't handle a case if their lives depended on it." "Yeah, that, too." "You looked at Daniels specifically?" "We did a two-month assets investigation." "He's got a couple hundred thousand more in liquid assets than any police lieutenant should ever have." "Maybe he goes to Atlantic City." "Seriously." "You look at his background?" "Maybe he's got other sources of income." "Maybe he does." "We never got the chance to go further." " Why not?" " We brought it back to your agency, the deputy for operations." "Told him what we had." "You took it to Burrell?" "He says, "Thank you, we'll take it from here."" "So we backed away and waited for something to happen." "And waited." "And that was a year ago?" "Maybe more." "And that fucker's still a supervisor for narcotics." "So, you tell me what the hell's going on." "Anyway, he's running your case, I just thought you'd want to know." "Thanks." "♪ Oh, yeah ♪" "♪ Oh, yeah. ♪"