"Number 18." "Conine." "I knew that one." "All right, this one's for Mikey." "Can I help you ?" "Can I have one lemonade, please?" "You ready?" "Number six." " I know it." " Sean, shush." "David Segui?" "Melvin Mora, numbnuts." "I thought Mora was number nine." "Listen, guys, we're gonna play that spy game." "Do you remember the spy game?" " Who's it?" " Yeah." "That tall black guy over there." "You're supposed to say African-American, Dad." "African-American." "I'm the front, you're the follow." "I was the follow last time." "Don't argue, go on." "Go." "C'mon!" "I got him." "Yeah, they're bo brown hair, one that big, the other about that big." "And he's wearing, um..." "I don't know what the fuck he's wearing." "He's, uh..." "Will Michael and Sean McNulty please report to the offices in the rear of the market." "Michael and Sean McNulty please report." "♪ 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. ♪" "One pay phone goes down, don't mean shit." "Both at the same time... that's a plan." " We spooked 'em." " Busting the runner?" "Maybe it's that, maybe it's something else." "We still got the tower phones." "And we're up on Stringer Bell's pager now, too." "Yeah, but this is showin' us just how cautious these guys are." "We make any kind of play and they're ready to change up on us." "If they're not using the pay phones in the low-rises, then what are they doing?" "They're walking to another pay phone." "We might see more traffic on the tower pay phones." "Sergeant's test is tomorrow, right?" "Four in the afternoon." "You ain't gonna take it this time?" "Sure, why not?" "You ain't gonna study?" " Sure I am." "You guys need to follow some of the boys out of the pit and see what they're using for pay phones." "Excuse me, is that a direct order?" "I'm just sayin'... if you want to follow these assholes from phone to phone, why don't you do it yourself?" "I'm in-office, remember?" "Oh, right, right, they took your gun." "For shooting your car." "No, no, that was before." "Oh, that's right, that was something else." "Right." "You believe this guy?" "Like there are fucking stripes on his sleeve." "You guys need to get up on those rooftops today." "See what these mopes are using for phones." "Yo, c'mere, look at this shit." "What the fuck is that?" "Yo, Bird told me that shit." "Look at that." "Look at that." "Fuckin' Peter-puffer." "Get the fuck outta here." "Mr. Omar, you want ends on this?" "Naw, darlin', I'm cool." "Nice shirt." "Yeah, fuck you." "It takes guts wearing a pink shirt on the BPD Homicide Unit." "Yes, it does." "Guts, or a familiarity with alternative lifestyles." "What are you chasin'?" " Toyota Camry." " Whose?" "Well, it's listed to some woman with a county address, but Saturday my man Stringer Bell was using it." "You were working the weekend?" "I'm down the Northeast Market with the kids, right?" "Who should appear before me?" "Market day for String, too, huh?" "I know he makes me if I get too close, so I put Sean and Michael on him." "Front-and-follow." "They're so fuckin' good, I lose track of 'em, scared the shit out of myself." "But they stay with him, spec the Camry, and Sean, my flesh and blood, gets the tag." "Your kids know front-and-follow?" "They fucking love it." "We play spy in the mall sometimes." "Anyhow..." "I got a Woodmoor address of a woman who lends her wheels to Stringer Bell." "It's a start." "The fucking family, McNulty." "Jesus." "What?" "Wallace, Wallace." "Yo, Wallace." "What, what?" "Yo, Wallace." "What?" "What's this about here?" "This one here?" ""A bus traveling on Central Avenue begins its route by picking up eight passengers." "At the next stop, it picks up four more, and then an additional two at the third stop, while discharging one." "At the next-to-last stop, three passengers get off the bus" " and another two get on." Yo,Wallace!" ""How many passengers are still on the bus when the last stop is reached?"" "Just do it in your head." "Yo, testers comin' out today." "New package." "I might be down later." "Later?" "Look, I catch you around the way, a'ight?" "Wallace, man." "You can't just lay up in here." "Seven, right?" "Dee been askin' about shit." "So what?" "I been tellin' him you sick, but you know he ain't gonna let me carry that too much longer." "Now, look, I be down later... sometime." "Naw, man, testers gonna be out." "Look, man, fuck the testers, a'ight?" "Fuck the testers, fuck Dee, fuck all of that shit." "Just-- just let me hold $10 and I'll give it back to you by Friday." "How?" "Dee ain't gonna pay you for not workin'." "Look, you gonna let me hold 10, or not?" "Eight?" "Damn, Cyril, look." "Close your eyes." "You workin' a ground stash." "20 tall pinks." "Two fiends come up to you and ask for two each, another one cops three." "Then Bodie hands you off 10 more, but some white guy rolls up in a car, waves you down, and pays for eight." "How many vials you got left?" "15." "How the fuck you able to keep the count right, you not able to do the book problem then?" "Count be wrong, they fuck you up." "Naw, he comin' to you." " Day?" " Yeah." "He in a rush or somethin'?" "No, we told him to do it like that." "He has his hand out last night and we told him first thing, you know, first thing today." "He ain't comin' into the tower?" "Naw, naw, not like that." "Just run 20 on down to him." "He gonna roll on his way, all right?" "Be there in like, an hour, maybe." " Who gonna know?" " Little Man," " he know Day." " A'ight." "That was Stringer Bell?" "Well, calling down to tower pay phone number one after taking a page, 15 minutes ago." " We know Little Man?" " Yeah." "Enforcer in the 2-2-1 building." "Okay, so he's rollin' out of the 2-2-1 in about a half an hour or so with 20 whatevers, to hand off to someone named Day." "Product coming out of the towers." "We're usually trying to catch that shit going in." "Yeah, well, if you want to catch them, we're gonna have to hustle." "Wallace, man, he buggin'." "Where he be at?" "Nowhere." "He just lays around all day, you know?" "Beg my ass off for sandwich money." "You worried about him?" "I mean, shit ain't right, Dee." "You might could talk with him some." "What the fuck, man?" "If he don't wanna be down here, that's on him." "I mean, it ain't like nobody holding' no gun to his head or nothin'." "Yeah, but he ain't about nothing else." "He up in his room and shit all the damn day." "Alright, tell Wallace to come see me, a'ight?" "A'ight." "I'll be right back." "It's been two hours." "What if Little Man ain't working in the 2-2-1 today?" "What if this Day guy don't come?" "What if he came already and we just missed the pick-up?" "Yo, Herc, what if your mother and father never met?" " How's shop doin'?" " Steady rollin'." "All right, then, let's take a ride, then." "Beef run." "Beef run, where at?" "Pulaski, baby, the good shit." "Get in the car, man." "Hey, yo, Poot." "You the man for an hour." "Shit, look at me." "Kima." "The Lincoln, we're on it." "Hang back." "Let's see where he goes." "I don't understand that, never did." "Damn, Bey!" "How can you stand that shit with all that hot shit on it?" "Man, trick is not to give a fuck, boy." "I got this, you know me." "So what?" "My uncle just cut y'all loose today?" "Naw, we're celebratin'." "Stinkum got some points on some fresh territory." "Yeah, I heard about that." " So, how much is yours in the package?" " 20." "But first, we gotta run off them nigga's that been down there." "Ain't no thing." "A bunch of off-brand nigga's is all." "I know you keep runnin' that pit the way you been, you gonna see points, too." "Yeah, well, you know, shit, I'm here waitin'." "It'll come, right, Stink?" "Yeah, I been talkin' to Orlando, right?" "He said he got this good coke connect from New Orleans." "Orlando, huh?" "Yeah, he want me to put what he can get out into the court, you know, a little extra on the side." "I don't know, Dee." "You better talk to your uncle about that one." " Yeah, definitely." " I hear that." "Yeah, I'm gonna see what he say on it." "Yeah." "But, you know, today is your day, man." " Stink day." " It's his night, too." "Yeah, man, we gonna break out tonight, daddy." "Bring some of Orlando's good pussy over there by Little Man's." "Tear the roof off that mother, the roof off the mother." "You up, Dee?" "You up?" "Yeah, he up." " Yeah, you up." " Nigga, I'm up!" "You don't gotta ask twice." "What's wrong?" "No, no, no." "He give a fuck now." "Water, water." "Step out of the car, sir." " What I do?" " Step out of the car." "Go around to my partner here." "Man, look, I'm already late." "Put your hands on the roof, please, sir." "Sir, you were observed in one of the city's designated drug-free, anti-loitering zones, where a drug suspect leaned into your vehicle, handing you something." "And when we signaled for you to stop, you were leaning over as if attempting to conceal something beneath the passenger side seat." "C'mon, now, look, enough of this shit, now, c'mon." " Is there something beneath that seat, sir?" " Naw, no." "Then you don't mind if we take a look, right?" "Fuck y'all." "This is some bullshit." "That's none of your business, right there, a'ight?" "How 'bout if I make it my business, huh?" "You rang?" "Who's he?" "Damien Lavell Price." "He takes 20,000 in cash out of the 2-2-1 building." "Lester picked up the drop from one of the tower phones." "We followed him up Reservoir Hill 'til he knew we were on him." "He's a legislative aide?" "Who paged me?" "He's in your office." "We popped him with $20,000 in cash." "What kind of PC?" "Right off the wire." "Stringer Bell to someone on a tower phone." "We thought we were gonna come up with drugs." "Got money instead." "I know this guy." "Orioles won last night." "Bullpen stood up to Boston." "You get that money cracking cribs, or what?" "I'd like to speak to my attorney." "He was driving for one of the politicians at this fundraiser I got dragged to." " Which one?" "Someonefrom Annapolis, from the looks of his ID anyway." "Lieutenant, what do we charge here?" " He say the money's his?" " He doesn't say shit." "Keep the cash, write him a receipt." "He wants to put a claim in with the city solicitor, he can." "But they're gonna ask him where he got the pile." "Uh-oh, the angel of death." " Who's that?" " Major Reed, IID." "Lieutenant, a word." "What's up?" "How you doin'?" " Me?" " Yeah, you." "Everything is good?" "I'm a'ight." "I'm a'ight." "I mean, you fixed for cash or something, man?" "'Cause... 200, if you need a little something." "Really, the thing to do is just to ask for it." "I mean, that's all I do anyway is put money in your fucking pocket to make sure you don't stray away from the nest!" "Sit down." "Listen, the last motherfuckin' thing I need is for the clean name on my liquor license to be dirtied the fuck up by you." "You understand that, right?" "!" "Avon, c'mon, man." "C'mon, Avon." "Do your fucking job!" "Shit." "I checked with the state personnel department." "They got him on the payroll of Senator Davis' district office for more than a year." "He did four years in Hagerstown for daytime B  E." "Before that, drug charges and a PBJ on a check charge." "And now, we catch him coming out of the towers with 20 grand in manicured, banded money." "You brought him in here on what charge?" "Civil forfeiture." "Until he tells us a legitimate source for that money, we keep it." "So you have no criminal charge." "No, just the money." "Give it back." "Sir?" "Give the man back his money." "Sir, we pulled this off the wire, with one of our suspects telling another to expect the pick-up." "It's drug money in that car." "Give him back his money." "Write it up as an unwarranted car stop." "Now I ask you to put a charge on a drug dealer, Lieutenant." "That's all I ask." "And now I've got wiretaps, pager clones, affidavits coming out my ass." "And you-- you're in people's shit where you're not supposed to be." " Sir" " I'm shutting this down, Lieutenant." "You charge what you can and you do it by the end of the week." "We did nothing wrong here." "You jacked up a senatorial aide." "You went into his pocket, pulled out $20,000." "And though there's no criminal charge, you think it wise to try to keep it." "You shit all over yourself, all over me, all over this department." "Now, I told you, no surprises, remember?" "20 even." "Sign here, or you can count it yourself if you want." "So I can leave now?" "Will somebody please tell me what the fuck that was about?" "This is bullshit." "We just gave back 20 large of Barksdale's money." "Hey!" "What the fuck?" "!" "Let me guess, the deputy?" "How's he got onto this so quick?" " I told him." " You told him?" "Why would you be fucking telling him?" "He's the deputy for operations and I just jacked up an aide to a state senator." "How do I not tell him?" "Yeah, lieutenant, have you noticed there hasn't been a complaint so far from the senator?" "And you know why?" "'cause what the fuck is his driver doing coming out of the high-rises carrying that kind of money?" "That's what I told the deputy." "Yeah, and what did he say?" "We should mind our own business?" "Fucking give the man back his money and go the fuck away?" "Pretty much." "Except he said a few things for my benefit, too." "Like how I had shit all over him." "Like how he was shutting us down the end of this week." "The fuck he is." "We're done." "I go past Friday and I'm buried." "He told me that." "He's gonna bury you for what?" "You're doing your fucking job." "You think the job is gonna save me?" "You think it's gonna save you?" "Chain-of-command, Detective." "That's all I got from the deputy today." "Chain-of-command?" "Did you tell your major about the senator's driver?" "Did you tell the colonel?" "No?" "Then where's your fucking chain-of-command?" "What's the shift lieutenant doing, going up the back stairs to the deputy ops?" "!" "What are you saying?" "Nothing." "Goddamn right." "Why, he got something on you?" "You say you got the deputy's ear." "What the fuck's he got on you?" "Only rank, Detective." "Hey, yo, Stink." "What about the rules, yo?" "Special occasion, yo." "Yo, Bey." "I'm gonna throw up." "No, you ain't." "Burrell thinks I crossed him." "He said this to you?" "In so many words." " You need to explain" " Explain what?" "That I'm bringing in a case that goes everywhere?" "Today, it was some senator's driver." "Two days from now, a city councilman, maybe." "He asked for a charge on Barksdale." "That's all he asked for." "This thing with the legislative aide, who could've foreseen that?" "He saw it." "Burrell." "See, this is the thing that everyone knows and no one says, you follow the drugs, you get a drug case." "You start following the money, you don't know where you're going." "That's why they don't want wiretaps or wired CIs or anything else they can't control." "Because once that tape starts rolling, who the hell knows what's gonna be said?" "That son of a bitch McNulty asked me what the deputy had on me." "He actually asked me that." "What'd you say?" "Yo, where everybody go?" "Where the girls go?" "Fuck it, man, party broke." "We drunked out and fucked out." "Yo, y'all send me out for liquor and by the time I get back, the shit is dead." "Look at this, the Knicks done fucked up their draft again." "Yo, what's with her?" "I done fucked her silly." "What can I say?" "She snorted half the shit we brought up in here, too." "That greedy bitch." "Yo, Bey." "You wanted to see us?" "The hell is this?" "I got copied this morning." "It's just what it looks like." "A memo signed by the deputy ops, Rawls and Forester, telling us to pack it in and come home." "We're supposed to come down on the wire by Friday, ship the computers back to the DEA task force by Monday, and charge whoever we have by the end of next week." "Yeah?" "Who do you have?" "Couple of mid-level guys." "Anton Artis, AKA, Stinkum." "Shooter name of Bird wanted for the killing of Gant, he was the witness in your court." "That's it?" "Except for a couple of hangers-on, yeah." "Why are they doing this?" "Why now?" "Well, we picked up a bag man coming out of the high-rises carrying 20 grand in cash yesterday." "So?" "So, he works for Clay Davis" "Of the 39th Legislative District." "The deputy was displeased." "It's okay though." "We gave the money back, said we were sorry." "What can Daniels do?" "Not a fucking thing." "The deputy chewed his ass out and sent him the same direct order you have on your desk right there." "Get me Burrell on the line!" "Detectives, when you swore that your affidavit was true to the best of your ability, what did the circuit court of Baltimore do?" "You gave us the wire." "For how long, Detective McNulty?" "60 days, now." "And how long have you monitored these phone extensions?" "40 days, maybe." "Deputy Burrell is on the line." "Erv, it's Phelan." "Kiddo, you're fucking with me here." "Yes, yes, you are." "Erv, listen to me." "The circuit court signed two orders for a total of 60 days of telephonic surveillance." "Now, I'm looking at a copy of a memo from your office telling me I can't have my 60 days." "You're not hearing me." "The circuit court for Baltimore ordered 60 days on this tap." "The court wants its 60 days." "Now, if you take this wire down on Friday, you'll be in contempt of court on Monday... understood?" "And all the best to Arlene and the kids." "Yeah." "Who's your daddy now?" "Look, I didn't do a damn thing, Lieutenant." "You got a beef, it's with the judge." "Yeah, he got the deputy's memo, he called his own shot." "Well, ask Greggs if you don't believe me." "Look, I gotta go." "Kima!" "Deputy called, mad as the devil." "Tell 'em to quit packing." "We're back up on the wire." "Kima..." "McNulty or the judge?" "Or both?" "This time, the judge." "Ask me a question." "Any question." "I thought you weren't gonna study." "C'mon, this job is common sense." "Ask me a question, dickless." "See how I do." " According to Q-1" " Whoa, whoa, whoa." "Hold up, help me out here." "You have to know 'em by the numbers?" "It helps." "Makes it sound more professional that way." "According to Q-1, the general order covering sexual harassment, in the event a female officer in your squad complains that her side partner has sexually harassed her, you should A-- notify the commanding officer," "B-- notify the shift lieutenant, or C-- notify the ranking female officer." "I go with D." "D?" "Yeah, bitch-slap the side partner for dipping into my private stock, then take missy home and fuck her 'til she smiles." "What the hell?" "Whena small change in price creates a large change in demand, then demand is said to be elastic." "But some products are inelastic, meaning a change in price does not affect demand." "Some key factors that affect the elasticity of demand are what?" "Mr. Bell?" "Desire." "Consumer need." "Right, specifically, the ability of a consumer to delay acquisition." "What else can affect the elasticity?" "My pencil lost its point." "All the girls say so." "Damon, we got work orders here and ain't nothin' happenin'." "I mean, these jobs were promised for yesterday and people gonna be comin' in here askin' for they work and nothin' been done." "Man, fuck 'em." "Let 'em wait." "No, no, you not gonna bring that corner bullshit up in here, you hear me?" "Yo, you know what we got here?" "We got an elastic product." "You know what that mean?" "That mean when people can go elsewhere and get their printing and copying done, they gonna do it." "You acting like we got an inelastic product and we don't." "Now, I want this to run like a true fucking business." "Not no front, not no bullshit." "Understand me?" "I'm serious." "Where you snatch this ol' wreck from?" "Out Frederick Road." "Ditch it over Eastside when we done." "Check it." "Him there and that other fool there." "They the only ones might be trouble." "I'm gonna drop Scar, you just drop that other motherfucker." "Naw, naw, just Scar." "His boy break, we gonna let him." "But if he raise up, I'm on him, see?" "Damn, I wish Bird was here, man." "Bird be lovin' this shit right here." "Which do remind me... we get up outta here, you need to drop that shit down a storm drain." "Now gimme some time to go around the block and set up on the other side, all right?" "What up?" "Who got black tops, yo?" "Hey, now." "Oh,shit!" "What the fuck?" "!" "Hey,yo, lesson here, Bey." "You come at the king, you best not miss." "Yo, Stink's been got." "Stink?" " Bey caught one, too, in the leg." "Shit, man, what happened?" "They down the Gulley on Edmondson." "Fucking Scar, man." "Naw, ain't him." "Omar, man!" " Omar!" " Omar?" "Bounty's goin' up on that bitch." "That fucks us." "We had Stinkum tied up with a bow from the arrest of the runner." "And now he's out of the case." "The man's a fucking loose cannon." "Literally." "We gotta pull his ass up at least." "It's a dime on this cocksucker's head." "One of you motherfuckers need to step up." "Where you go with that?" "Maryland General." "Walked up in there and told 'em I was on the corner," " caught a stray." " Police come talk to you?" "Just a roller, no Homicide." "Put it out there." "Not just our people, either." "I'm talkin' about any nigga who wanna step up." "You put out the word." "It's 10 on Omar or any motherfucker that standin' with Omar." "Y'all niggas ain't got shit to do but be on this motherfuckin' hunt." " Now be on it." " A'ight." "So, what you think, homes?" "I'm thinkin' this is the worst part of the game, man." "Best we do is break out even, right?" "What?" "I'm sayin' this shit got personal." "Ain't nothin' else to it." "So you talkin' about lettin' it slide?" "For a time, maybe." "I'm sayin' we put the word out that you ready to talk a truce." "When this nigga come out from underneath his rock, then you hit that nigger." "But right now, this shit got out of hand, yo." "What you want me to say?" "Hey, looky here, man." "I don't nothin' about Stink gettin' dropped." "And I don't know nothing about Bey taking one in the leg either." "I mean, I don't know nothin' about none of this crazy nonsense." "Oh, I don't know, it came back to us quick." "Well, you know how that be." "Everybody want to believe the worst about Omar." "But live and let live, you know?" "I don't see you lettin' them slide on Brandon." "Well, if I was gonna come after certain people," "I definitely wouldn't want to give y'all fine people any cause for concern." "I mean, there are some rules here, right?" " Rules?" " Yeah." "No mistakes, no bystanders." "No taxpayers gettin' caught up in the mix." "I mean, you just get in close and you hit the right nigga." "And lose the gun afterward, that'd be a rule, too, I think." "One thing, Omar." "Having Stinkum dropped kinda fucks us with our thing." "How so?" "We had Stink caught up with four G-packs on a re-up." "And maybe we could've built something on top of that." "Roll him up at Stringer, maybe." "Now he's got no roll to him." "So, the point is, Omar, while we're all grateful for the case you gave us on Bird, and we all have a certain admiration for your do-it-yourself nature" "We need you to hang back." "Hey, look, man, it ain't all up to me, right?" "Huh?" "I got a bounty on my head." "Yeah, we saw the van." "Look, man, I do what I can do to help y'all, but the game is out there." "And it's either play or get played." "What, that it?" "Gentlemen." "Ma'am." "Lester, are we still cops?" "Technically, I suppose so." "Okay, I was just checking." "Keisha ain't called, and she ain't been home." "How was she when you left her?" "She was sick, I told you that." "She missed work last night and she ain't been down there to pick up her check today either." "You know somethin'?" "This game... this thing with my uncle." "Might not be right for me, I'm thinkin'." "Why you say that?" "Nothing good to it but the money." "Sounds a lot like my job." "I mean, you got people using each other, scamming' each other... cutting' each other up 'cause they late on a bill, shootin' folks 'cause there might be a fucking dollar in it." "It get to sometime like I can't even fucking breathe." "Like I can't even get no air." "You know what I mean?" "Do somethin' else." "So, you happy with your job?" "Shit." "Well, then, hey, do somethin' else." "I am, I'm gonna have to." "Shit." "Can't stay pretty forever." "It's not forever, right, Dee?" "And then what?" "Well, you pretty now." "Now we pretty." "You got me, holler back." "Yo, Dee, man." "Raise up an' roll in quick." "Stink been got, man." "You hear me?" "They got Stink." "Hey, I need your help." "Who caught the one from Edmondson last night?" "Anton Artis." "Cole, with an assist from Dunnigan." "Omar was the shooter." "Oh, fuck me." "It's all over the wiretap." "Okay, let's see, we-- we put down one murder on the testimony of this one eyewitness, who then goes out and drops somebody else." "Yeah, it was payback for his boyfriend Brandon." "Anton Artis is Stinkum, he was one of the boys who snatched Brandon and did him up." "I'm sure that motherfucker had his reasons, Jimmy, but shit" "You want to give back the Gant case, then you go tell Cole the name of his shooter." "Otherwise, you tell him we're getting some talk on the wire and we'll give him his clearance once we wrap our case." "But you won't." "No, we won't." "You want me to go and bullshit Cole out of his case for you, huh?" "Why don't you go and tell him yourself?" "Are you kidding?" "If Rawls sees my fingerprints on this, he'll run my nuts through a cheese grater." "Fuck you, Jimmy." "So, how's it goin' with it?" "Pretty good." "I like this kid who's fucking my victim's old girlfriend." "So, Ray, uh... can I talk to you for a minute?" "In my office." "With cases like this one you get put in some strange fucking places." "Cole's doin' good this year, he don't need the clearance." "All right, I know this kinda fucks him." "You should've seen that motherfucker's face when I told him that you were gonna give him his shooter down the road." "He was happy, huh?" "Yeah." "He looked at me like a damn puppy." "I'm sorry, Bunk." "I'll carry it." "Fuck it." "Naw, tonight's mine." "Look, I'll tell you what, I'm gonna roll out." "Here's the money I would've spent on your ass." "Hey, Jimmy." "Call Nadine and tell her I caught one and I'm out on the street." "I lied for you, didn't I?" " You got a minute?" " Yeah, what's up?" "Think I might've fucked something up." "Yeah?" "I'm interviewing Omar a few weeks back." "Mm-hmm." "And he's giving it to me that Bird is the shooter in the Gant case." "He tells me if we catch up to Bird, he'll have the gun on him." "Which he does." "But the thing is I told him that we needed an eyeball witness." "At which point, he volunteers." "Well, maybe he saw it." "Or maybe he put himself in it just to see Bird locked up." "I got the impression there wasn't much love between 'em." "I fucked up, didn't I?" "Well, a little." "But the gun matches." "And he's consistent with our witness on the description and the scenario." "So, don't sweat it." "Kima... you know, interrogation is more art than science." "You gotta feel your way through on instinct, mostly." "Come, take a look at this." "Who are they?" "Some dancers who work at Barksdale's club." "I pulled the names off of liquor board complaints and state employment records." "If you were gonna try to turn one these girls, which one would it be?" " Her." " Why?" "She doesn't have a record for one thing." "She's just a DMV Photo." "Why else?" "I don't know, I can't really say." "I like her face." "Soul, conscience, whatever you want to call it." "She's a citizen, right?" "It's in the eyes." "Instinct, Detective." "Yeah?" "What?" "Who is this?" "He did?" "Well, how the hell did you get my number?" "Yeah, okay." "Yeah." "Ma'am?" "Get this crazy bastard out of here." "What's the matter?" "He set off the smoke alarm, twice." "That good, huh?" "In the bathroom." "" " Bunk, it's Jimmy." "What the fuck?" "Bunk, wake the fuck up." " Huh?" " Bunk, wake up!" "Wha, wha--!" " The fuck are you doing?" " I hear you, Jimmy." "What are you doing?" "Where are your fucking clothes?" "They're around." "Who gives a shit?" " C'mon, man." " No, no, no." "Why'd you burn your clothes for, man?" "Got hair, got fibers and... got pussy on it and..." " What, trace evidence?" " Mm-hmm." "You smell pussy?" "I don't smell no pussy no more." "Knock it out." "Shit, I think y'all can just take my ass home." "Trace lab ain't gonna have shit on the Bunk." "That shit." "No fuckin'-- no fuckin' casefile, Detective." "Where are your fucking shoes, man?" "Ma'am, you seen his shoes?" "Give me that pussy and now you gonna take my shoes." "That ain't right, shit." "Oh, shit!" "Christ, Jimmy." "Hey, Bunk, I'll give you that burning trace evidence makes sense, but what the fuck did you plan to wear home?" "Huh?" "Oh, shit." "Hey, Jimmy, you know something?" "You're no good for people, man." "I mean, damn." "Everybody around you..." "Christ."