"Him on the ball, from Dunbar." "He junior college now, but he goin' bigger places if he can make them grades, yo." "He our edge, right there." "Where he going?" "I don't know." "Terps, Hoyas," "Missouri, Kansas, they all want this cat." "Okay, so, we in the mix too now." "You know what I'm talkin' about?" "Blow Proposition Joe's mind." "He ain't got nobody ballin' like this." "He better not have one motherfucker ballin' like this." "I'm sick and tired of losing to these Eastside bitches every year." "It's been three years runnin' now, man." "Fuckin' with my morale, for real." "What happened to the faggot?" "Omar?" "That nigger in the wind, man." "Yo, what you mean he in the wind, man?" "This city ain't that big." "You know what that nigger do when he hole up somewhere?" "He peeled off one or two packages, roll around the neighborhood, givin' away free vials and shit." "Oh, yeah, on some real Robin Hood type shit." "If we try and get at him, we gonna have two dozen niggers sayin' that we on our way." "If you want us to hunt that nigger, we gonna hunt." "But the smart play, I think, we call a truce, put this thing on hold for a hot second." "Let the faggot get comfortable, and when he do, he gonna pop out his head." "Boom, we got him." "Yo, what motherfuckers gonna be sayin' while we waiting?" "Hmm?" "What people gonna say when they see this cocksucking' faggot out in the sunshine?" "Like it ain't no thing to take my shit." "Kid's everything I said he was, huh?" "Yeah, he straight." "Yeah, don't know what we're gonna do without him next year." "How come you ain't signed?" "Lot of schools lookin' at me." "I'm listening." "10 large, though, that ain't bad, right?" "Naw, naw, it ain't." "Well, 10 for the kid, plus five." "A donation for the program." "Done." "Good." "Give me 30 from the line and get out of here." " Yo, man, good job, baby." " All right, big guy." "All right, man." "And I assume there's another five right here, for making this happen?" "Ain't shit for free, right?" "Yeah." "♪ 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. ♪" "So, what you do for money?" "Can't live without it, right?" "You still fucked up behind that stick-up, man?" "Shit ain't on you." "It ain't on me neither." "Motherfucker who robbed the stash shot Sterling." "He gonna get got no matter what you or me do." "I just don't wanna play." "I don't wanna play no more." "All right?" "I was thinkin' about goin' to school over at Edmondson, ask if they'll let me back in at the end of the semester." " What grade?" " Ninth." "Ninth?" "Shit, you how old?" " 16." " 16?" "Damn, man, you supposed to be a junior by now." "I heard Stinkum got killed." "Yeah." "Damn." "Yo, I said I don't want to play." " I heard you." " I said I don't want to play." "And you ain't got to do nothin'." "I heard you." "Take it." "Hurry up, nigger, people lookin'." "Look here, man, you a smart little motherfucker." "You start back up at Edmondson, you likely to finish up at Harvard or some shit like that." "Believe, B. And you... you got a good heart in there, too." "Not like the rest of these niggers." "Yeah?" "Ronnie Mo on tower phone two." "Right." "Where the fuck you at, man?" "You comin' to get this shit or what?" "Keep cool, we makin' rounds." "You know I ain't movin' like I used to." "A'ight, couple hours, we be at you." "A'ight." "Wee-Bey picking' up at the towers." "In a couple hours, give or take." "Time enough for us to make a play." " What's up with Wallace?" " Nothin'." "Nothin'?" "Nothin'." "It's all good, just leave him be." "Damn." "Fuck." "I'm tired of not havin' a phone up in this joint." "I'll be right back." "Yeah." "Have a nice hike." "Yeah." "Hello, you make order?" " Who this?" " You make order?" " Good yockame." " What?" "Oh, no delivery." "You make order, you come get." "Good yockame, good noodle." "Extra ketchup." "The fuck was that?" "That was my Korean counterman." "Sounded Chinese." "Like you can fucking tell the difference." "It's a brave new world for you, boys." " 12-14." "12-14." " Request a lateral with 12-08." " Go ahead, 14." "0-8, can you go to channel three?" "12-08, I got that." " Where you at?" " McCulloh above Preston." "We're on a good pay phone that the pit boys are now using." "I'm up on the church." "Hang close, boys." "We might have a nice jackup for you two." "I can't believe these boys still in business, man." "Tester, testers comin' in five." "Hey, what's the new package, man?" "Yellow tops." "Shit is the bomb." "Now the shit is the bomb." "Check it, check it, check it." "A man who wants to get high more than he wants to get clean." "He was doin' good too." "Told you, all that shit was bullshit, man." "Them meetings were just fronts." "The man sounded strong, you know?" "Whatever." " It's about that time." " Aw, shit." "What happened?" "That's the boy that beat me down, man." "Hey, yo." "These shits right here is yellow tops and they right." "So, remember where y'all caught this blast and tell your fiend-ass friends." "Line the fuck up." "Back up, back up." "Get to the end of the line." "What the fuck?" "Line the fuck up." "Get the fuck outta here." " Damn, fuck y'all." " There you go." "Hurry up, hurry up." "They're over here." "I got one, girl, over here." "I got one." "I got one." "You get one?" "Hold up, hold up." "Hey, hey, you catch one?" "'Cause, you know, I got three if you need." "You was at the meeting" " over at Samuel Morse." " Mr. One Day man." " It wasn't even that." " Stood up though." "So, why you down at the tester line if you ain't chasing'?" "Tryin' to get my little nephew off the corner." "His mama sent him up to Cumberland, you know?" "Try to keep him clean at my grandma's." "He ain't anywhere near his bottom." "Gotta see that bottom comin' up at him." "Hard, too, 'cause he's young, 24." "Most people don't get tired 'til they're 35, 40." "How old are you?" "Young at heart." "Walon, man." "Bubs." "Give 'em a long rope." "The farther away from the projects you pop him, the less risk to the wire." " Hell with the wire." " Excuse me?" "Gotcha, McNulty." "You're too easy." "We can come at this a few ways." "First thing is we need the names of all front companies, limited partnerships, LLCs, and all that mess" "LLCs?" "Limited liability corporations." "Start with the nightclub which Barksdale owns." "Look up Orlando's." "By address, you match it and you see it's owned by who?" "It's on Baltimore Street, right?" "Got it." "DB Enterprises." "Hand that over to Prez, who's gonna get off his ass and walk on over to the state office buildings on Preston Street." "Preston Street?" " Corporate charter office." " Corporate who?" "They have the paperwork on every corporation and LLC licensed to do business in the state." "You look up DB Enterprises on the computer." "You're gonna get a little reel of microfilm." "Pull the corporate charter papers that way." "Write down every name you see, corporate officers, shareholders, or more importantly, the resident agent on the filing who is usually a lawyer." "While they use front names, you know, as corporate officers, they'll usually use the same lawyer to do the charter filing." "Find that agent's name, run it through the computer, find out what other corporations he's done the filing for, and that way we find other front companies." "While he's doing that, what do I do?" "You're gonna keep your head in this here assessment book." "Look up any properties that you can connect to Barksdale." "How do you know it connects to Barksdale, right?" "For one thing, you work off of what Prez gets you from the corporate charter documents." "Whatever companies he links to Barksdale or people connected to Barksdale, you look for those companies in the city land records." " Huh?" " For example," "McNulty said that he heard that Barksdale owned an apartment building up on Druid Park Lake." "You look up all the blocks on Reservoir Hill." "See if there's anything owned by DB Enterprises or any other company that Prez finds through corporate charter or anything similar." "If you find something that fits, you write down the folio number so that you can look it up later at the courthouse." "You don't find anything, just take the names of all the corporate listings for the multi-units near the lake." "You call that list over to Prez, who pulls the charter papers and he'll look for connections." "This is like a scavenger hunt." "Yeah, but what if Barksdale is careful?" "I mean, what if we can't find his name on anything?" "In this country, somebody's name has got to be on a piece of paper." "A cousin, a girlfriend, a grandmother, a lieutenant he can trust, somebody's name is on a piece of paper." "And here's the rub, you follow drugs, you get drug addicts and drug dealers." "But you start to follow the money, and you don't know where the fuck it's gonna take you." "While we're running around on this, what are you gonna do?" " You need something?" " Yeah." "Let me get the... campaign financial reports for the western districts, and actually, any citywide race." "You want quarterly reports or individual donor lists?" "Both, please." "It'll be a couple hundred pages." "Really?" "I'll take all of it." "What the fuck, man?" "Driver, with your right hand, reach through the window and open the door." " C'mon, hurry up, man." " Step out of the car." "Drop the cane." "Toss the cane." "Come around to the back." "All right." "Turn around." "Sir, is there anything in the vehicle we should know about?" "Nope." "No guns, no drugs?" "We ain't got shit." "This money right here," "I didn't just pull this out of your truck?" "What money?" "Damn, we'll be counting this limp dick cash all day." "Where you guys going with all this?" "Like the man said, it ain't ours." "It ain't yours, huh?" "So, you don't mind if we just take it off your hands?" "Do what you feel." "You pretending to take money up out this truck" "I didn't even know was there." "You know, I know how that shit is." "The other day, I took up the sofa cushions off my couch." "Found a buck 40 I didn't even know was there." "Y'all ain't got no charge, right?" "No, fucko, we do not have a charge." "We just got your money." "You want it back, you can explain it to the state's attorney where you got it." "Y'all enjoy your day now, you hear?" "♪ As I wake up in the morning and get out of my bed... ♪" "Yo, give me three." "♪ The brothers I deal with locked up... ♪" "♪ As I wake up in the morning and get out of my bed ♪" "♪ I'm thinkin' about the people I grew up with long dead ♪" "♪ The brothers I grew up with locked up ♪" "♪ I'm freestylin' off the top of my head ♪" "♪ You know, it's swell, Patti LaBelle, I like her ♪" "♪ But Regina Bell is better. ♪" "Motherfucker!" "Yo, motherfucker, tryin' to steal our shit." "Motherfucker!" "Fished your wish, Bubs?" "Oh, yeah." "And you should've seen the one that got away." "I nearly got killed behind this caper, you know?" "It's all in the game, Bubs." "Oh, yeah?" "Yo, Bub... this ain't shit." "I'm not high neither." "It's fuckin' Arm  Hammer." "We just been firing' baking soda." " Fuck." " It's all right, man." "I'll just come up with another plan." " I did it once, right?" " Just..." "Fuck me." "Carv." "You go to a restaurant and say the waitress gives you good, decent service." "How much do you tip?" "How much do I tip?" "For good service." "I don't know, 15%." "Some people tip 20." "Some people got money." "What you think Wee-Bey would tip?" "You'd be a clever motherfucker if there wasn't a wiretap running." "What do you mean?" "Say we turn in 20 and this afternoon the bosses are listening to the wiretap and they hear we took 30 out of that car." "Didn't think of that, did you?" "We're finding a lot of stuff on the Westside of downtown that might be his over by that Howard Street corridor." " What kind of property?" " Low-rent commercials." "A lot of vacants." "The fuck does Avon Barksdale want with a string of empty storefronts?" " This feels premature." " What does?" "Chasing up assets." "We're not close to putting a charge to the man." "That should be the priority." "We put a charge to Avon Barksdale, the deputy shuts us down, tells us to go home." "You want the moneyside of this case, it's now or never, Lieutenant." "Whoop-whoop!" " Hey, I'm working here." " Whoop-whoop!" " Maybe 20 or 30." " Dollars for donuts." "You should've seen the looks on their faces." " What did Wee-Bey say?" " "What money?"" "The only hassle is we need to sit here and count this shit." "Do the ECU submissions." "And it's all limp-dick, dime-vial money." "Dirty bills right off the corner." "You all got the pit boys on a fresh pay phone, right?" " Yeah, on McCulloh." " You take pictures?" " Fuck, yeah." " Good, we're gonna need an additional affidavit to get up on that phone." "Another 30 days, McNulty?" " What the fuck did I do?" "One day he fights, the next day he's ready to roll over." "Does he want this fucking case or not?" "Givehim some slack, Jimmy." "He's wrestling with the angels on this one." "Where's my lucky pen?" " You ready, bitch?" " Yeah, I'm ready." "I wanna get on my hands and suck you like a great big lollipop." "Oh, yeah, suck it." "Yeah, I know that's your favorite." "Let me lick that." "You like that?" "I want you to butt-fuck me." "You know, we're supposed to turn off the tap when it's non-pertinent." "Hey, fuck, no, this is too good." " Fuck me." " Oh, daddy, yeah." "You comin'?" "There's no way I'm transcribin' this stuff." "Touch yourself." "Oh, yeah." "Phone sex?" "Shit was hilarious." "You know you're supposed to shut down after 90 seconds if it's non-pertinent." "You gonna look like a glazed donut, you know that?" "Is that right?" "I'm gonna get there and fuck you in all three holes." "So, you're gonna come past here?" "Tomorrow, yeah." "But I need to go past Argyle Street tonight." " Check in with Wallace." " Wallace?" "He off the hook since we helped the tower crew get that stickup boy." "I'm tellin' you, Wallace is buggin'." "Don't hardly even come out of that room no more." "Why he be like that?" "I think he might be gettin' high." "Wallace?" "Boy scaring' me with his shit." "A'ight, well, you holler at me later." "That'll work." "Pertinent now, right?" "Well, it is if you can explain why we're still on the line after 10 minutes jerking off." "You gotta justify that." "Maybe three holes was the code for three stash houses." "Omar." "Hey, yo." "Omar!" "Omar, comin', yo." "Omar's comin'." "Did you hear me?" "I said Omar comin'." "Get outta here." "Omar's comin'." "I said Omar's comin'!" "Somebody in trouble now." "Come on, let's go." "Hey, yo." "Hey, yo." "Hey, yo!" "Y'all need to open this door, man, before I huff and puff." "C'mon, now, by the hairs of your chinny-chin-chin." " Omar, you best roll out." " We up in here with a Mac-10." "I thinks not, Terrell." "I thinks not." "Y'all might need to think this through and stop wasting my time." "'Cause Omar can come back tomorrow." "And the next day." "And the next day." "And I will put a bullet in all y'all behind what happen right now, you heard?" "Fair enough." "Here you go, keep it." "How do you wanna play it?" "Hard and tight, like she's got no choice." "Shardene Ennis." "Miss, we need to talk." " About what?" " It's a downtown talk." "This way." "C'mon, c'mon." "Gimme two and two." " It's the bomb." " It's the bomb." "Better get it while it lasts." "Yo, what's up?" "What you got?" "Family affair, two-for-one, you up?" "Naw, not me." "A'ight." "How you figure these little pebbles get up on top of the roof?" "Where's everybody at?" "Maybe the whole thing is over and no one bothered to tell us." "Maybe we won." "Something ain't right." "C'mon, let's take a ride." "I like these." "Yeah?" "The toy furniture is great." "Doll house miniatures." "It's a hobby." "My sister had a dollhouse when we were young." "But nothing as nice as these." "Can I?" "Sure." "That's a walnut marble-top vanity." "Renaissance revival, late 19th century." "Do you have a house for 'em?" "No." "I just make them and sell them." "That seems kinda sad." "You should have a house for them." "We can use the lieutenant's office." "No." "I ain't, I ain't even asked for nothin'." "Oh, what's up, Tosha?" "You got too pretty, girl." "Go inside, Tosh." "I'm thinkin', um" "I'm thinkin' about gettin' clean... again." "I'm thinkin', you know," "I ain't got no other place to go, maybe... that's wrong, right?" "That ain't right, right?" "Sorry." "I'm sorry." "Wait." "Back door only." "There's an old sofa in the basement and I'll throw you down some blankets." "You try to come up those stairs, and I'm gonna call the police on you." "I swear I will." "West fucking Baltimore is on vacation." "No crews slinging in the low-rises, the towers." "What the fuck?" "Who's playing who?" "West against east." "Baltimore?" "The projects, man." "The bragging' rights to the projects." "The projects got a ball team?" "How long you been working at Orlando's?" " Four or five months." " You like it?" "Pays the rent." "You must see a lot there, I imagine." "What do you mean?" "Well, there's a lot of players there." "A lot of game being played." "I don't know nothin' about that." "I just work for tips." " For tips?" " Tips, drinks." "You know, I'm just a B-girl." "I don't mess with nothing beyond that." "Some of the girls in there, they're into drugs and whatnot." "Some of 'em turn tricks in the rooms upstairs, but I mostly just stay at the bar." "You know, Miss Ennis, it's a rare thing when we ask somebody to come on downtown with us, and we don't have a charge on them, we don't tell them what we're gonna talk about," "and they come along without complaining." " That hardly ever happens." " Rarely, if ever." "I figure you got your reasons." "The crew that runs Orlando's." "They've dropped about a dozen bodies over the last year." "And they're running the drugs in every housing project west of the Martin Luther King." "I don't know anything about that." "I just work for tips." "But now you do know, right?" "'Cause we're telling you." "You know a girl named Keisha Michaels?" "She dances with me." " How's she doing?" " All right, I guess." "Will you excuse us a moment?" "So, what do you think?" "I think she's a sweetheart." "I think if we push her hard, she'll tumble." "You want to show her the pictures?" "I want to do better than that." "Yeah, yeah, yeah!" "C'mon, man, play defense." " D up." " Let's go!" "D up, B." "Who is he?" "That's Marcus Rivera right there, man." "He out of Lake Clifton." "That nigger played in Italy and shit." "Hey, yo, Slim." "What's up, man?" "You gotta go all the way over to Europe to get you a ringer?" "Naw, he home now." "But I see you pullin' boys out the junior colleges." "He from Eastside, went to Dunbar." "Hey, yo, what's up, playboy?" "How come you wearin' that suit, B?" "For real, it's 85 fucking degrees out here and you trying to be like Pat Riley." "Man, look the part, be the part, motherfucker." "Nigger, please." "You walkin' around with a fake fucking clipboard." "You can't even read a playbook." "Be for real." "You bunch of bitches." "Yeah!" "Let's go." "That was nice." "That boy was talkin' to God, right?" " Ain't y'all on the clock?" " Ain't you?" " We on break." " Then we on a break, too." "What's up with this game?" "Naw, just something we do every year, you know?" "Eastside versus Westside niggers." "Loser gotta throw a big-ass party up at Droodle Hill next weekend." "Who's favored?" "Eastside won the last two years." "My boys." "Found nude Monday morning in a Dumpster off Reisterstown Road, above Northern." "Toxicology is positive for heroin and cocaine." " In a Dumpster?" " Rolled up in a rug." "She overdosed and whoever was with her didn't do shit, but roll her up and throw her away." "'Cause that's how they do." "Positive for semen in vaginal, anal, and oral cavities." "Three different blood types, all secreters." "They fucked her and threw her away." "The only reason we knew who she was or what she was about or what she might mean to someone like you, is because we've been keeping an eye on the people who run Orlando's for some time now." "We got ways of knowing what they're saying, what they're thinking." "You know what they said about this one?" "That the stupid bitch didn't know how good the snort was at Little Man's party." "That it was her own fault." "That's how they do." "They use people, and when they throw them away, they find a way to say it ain't on them." "Lying motherfucker." "He said they took her to a hospital." "Hell, yeah." "That's what I'm talkin' about." "Now, get back on D." "Check out Avon." "He freakin'." "Shit, man, we gotta win this one." "Yo, I think Avon's here." "Where?" "Like I know what he looks like?" "He's a black guy rooting for Westside." "We might have a visual on Avon." "Street ball game up at Cloverdale." "Where's Greggs and Freamon?" "Pressin' the stripper they picked up." "You and Carver stay on the radio." " We should follow him." " Why?" "He ain't gonna touch drugs or money anywhere you can see him, Lieutenant." "In Narcotics we follow guys." "We do it well, we make cases on it." "Mount up." "We've been on this guy three months." "Don't you even want to get a look at him?" "Wouldn't know Avon Barksdale if I fell over him in the street." "The thing is, I don't need to." "We get him by voice alone or we don't get him." "Yeah, baby!" "Half-time." "Got yourself a fine ringer." "Well, yeah, baby, it's not your year, you know what I'm talkin' about?" "It look that way, but you never know." "Oh, I know, man, we up 12." "Yeah, you is, but, hey..." "I got a proposition for you." "Okay." "Double down?" "Let's give this wager a clean six-figures." "You serious?" "I don't give a fuck, baby, it's your money." "You can waste it if you want, you know what I'm talkin' about?" "Anyone got him?" "12-10." "12-10." " 12-10." " You have him?" "Lieutenant, I don't even know what I'm looking for." "Whoo!" "Foul." "Got him marked." "On the sideline, red shirt, white visor." "I think he's coaching or somethin'." "Who this fucking midget, yo?" "Get that midget outta here, B." "Hey." "Why you holler at me?" "Yo, man, we gettin' down to it." "I get to you when I get to you." "That's it, we're on the stash." " We are?" " Uh-huh." "How can you put that down when Sydnor wasn't on the roof?" "Yes, he was." "No, he's not." "He's with Daniels." "No, he isn't." "Get the fuck outta here." "Yo, yo, ref, ref, ref, what the fuck?" "What the fuck?" "Yo, ref, yo, ref, what the fuck?" "The boy was fouled." "Clear, straight up!" "How you gonna not call that?" "Look, if you want," "I can put time back on the clock and replay it." "You talkin' about a do-over, baby?" "Are you talkin' about a fuckin' do-over?" "That's not how the game is played!" "You can't do that!" "Fuckin' believe this shit?" "Nigger talkin' about doing it again." "Look, I don't want any trouble, okay?" "Ain't gonna be no trouble over no ball." "Man, you supposed to be the ref, right?" "Why don't you stand up for your fucking self?" "You pussy." "You can't just let any old motherfucking nigga get in your face, you understand?" "Now, walk away." "Walk away." "Turn around and walk the fuck away." "Ignorant motherfucker." " We cool?" " Yeah, we cool, baby." "You tell your people to come out here to the park Saturday at noon." "'Course you come on the Westside again, baby, without a ball," "I'm gonna light your ass up." "D'Angelo, huh?" "You know him?" "At this point, it feels like I do." "We sorta moved in together." "He seemed like he was different." "I have to quit the club." "Yes, you do." "But not just yet." "We need your help." "Which is why we came to you." "I don't know what else you" "Keisha was not the first." "Unless somebody steps up a little bit, she's not gonna be the last neither." "Do you like that one?" "Why don't you keep it?" "Thank you." "He's getting into a black Ford Excursion." "Copy that." "He's pulling out, north on Collington." "11-71." "You got the parallel on the north," "I got him on the south." "11-71, I got him." "Looks like he's going east on Oliver." "He just parked." "East of Oliver." "12-10, you keep the eyeball." "11-71, take up a position on Federal, west of Montford." "I'm coming up from the south." "11-71, I copy that." "He's just sitting there." " He's doubling back." " Copy." "He's south on Montford." "He's at the light at Preston and Milton and is south on Milton." "Be advised that he didn't make it to Chase." "11-71, what's your status?" "He couldn't have gone past us." "11-71, nothin' on this side." "Must have went to ground." "All right, hold your positions." "I'll take a look." "He called again, same pay phone." "Same voice?" "The main stash house, it's gotta be." "The pattern fits." "Who took the call at the projects?" "Who knows?" "There was no one on the roof." "Sydnor was off with Daniels chasing Avon in the street." "We had a good day, too." "Kima turned one of the dancers over at Avon's club." "The one who's fucking D'Angelo." "This guy's good." "We threw everything we had at him." "Well, you know what they say, stupid criminals make stupid cops." "I'm proud to be chasing this guy." "We got four front companies so far, buying up all kinds of shit." "A club, an apartment building, the funeral home." "And a whole lot of real estate on the Westside of downtown by that Howard Street corridor." "Shop fronts and warehouses." "Barksdale's name on it?" "Fronts, mostly." "Relatives, some." "Mind if I have a seat?" "The point is, he's had the projects for more than a year now and it's a money factory." "We popped Wee-Bey coming out the other day with $22,000, and the boys talking on the wire were saying that it wasn't that much of a loss." "22?" "And that's just from one morning from the towers and the pit." "Add the avenue corners, you're probably up near 30." "Another take for the evening... $60,000." "A day?" "That's 20, 25 million a year, conservatively." "You take out 20% for running expenses and spillage and you are still clearing a million dollars a month." "So, where's it all go?" "He shows no flash." "He's got no house, no car in his name, no jewelry, no clothes." "Just front companies and the property." "And political contributions." "$75,000 in last month alone, all from his front companies or their listed officers." "And that's just at a quick glance." "I'm just totaling up the legal contributions." "You've got the likes of Damien Price, aide to a state senator, driving out $20,000 in cash from the projects whenever he feels it." "Now, I know you don't want to hear this, Lieutenant, but the money is real and it's everywhere." "And more than the drugs, it's the money that matters." "I ain't fucked nobody else if that's what you thinkin'." "A'ight, I mean, fuck it." "Fuck it, if you wanna go, then go!" "But you could give me a goddamn reason." "What do I look like to you?" "What you mean?" "What do I look like to you?" "You look like a girl, a woman." "A beautiful woman." "You fine, what?" "I don't look like trash to you?" "Baby, this ain't about what you do." "I don't look like something you could roll up in a rug and throw in the trash?" "Shardene." "Shardene!" "Shardene!" "Lieutenant, you paged us?" "We were almost home." "Sit." " Yeah?" " Checked my count again, yo." " How bad?" " Not too bad, man." "Not too bad." "We, um, we got hit by a 22." " 22?" " That's all." "A'ight." "I got towers two, three, five and six and another one labeled "P" for the pit." "Where's one and four?" "It's on the wire that we took them for 22." "You shitheads turned in 15." " Where's the rest?" " Lieutenant, we ain't got" "You have 'til roll call tomorrow to crawl back to whatever rock you hid it under." "It comes back and it goes to ECU." "This doesn't happen." "Not with me." "Not with my unit." "I wouldn't steal and not tell you about it." "This some of Avon's shit." "You got Avon Barksdale chasin' your ass all around town, and you still find time to take his shit." " It's your shit now." " What I want with that?" "What anybody want with that, man." "How much you askin'?" "Oh, we free." "Free?" "I'm sayin', I got a little proposition for you." "Proposition is, you get four G-packs for free and you give me some better idea on how I can reach Avon." "How to contact him?" "Y'all just had a game, right?" "How you get ahold of him to parlay?" "We talk now and then." "I page his ass." "Okay." "Okay." "That all you need?" "A number?" "Oh, I'll make do with it." "And a code for one of his peoples." "What Wee-Bey use, 07?" "07." "What makes you think I just ain't gonna take this shit off your hands and throw your ass up outta here?" "C'mon, man, Avon goes down, the projects be open market again, right?" "Let me understand." "Avon loses a hundred large to me on a bet, then you bring me some of his shit so that I can put your predatory self on his ass?" "Not his day, is it?" "Fuck." "Fuck." "Fuck it." " Where was it?" " The wheel well." "You remember when the bag broke?" "Think Daniels will believe it?" "Would you?" "You didn't believe me." "I'm sorry." "Savino late, man." "I'm ready to make this money-run, get the fuck outta here." " You tired, huh?" " I'm tired, man, I'm hungry." "Shit, me, too." "You want something to eat from the diner?" "Yeah, you goin' over there?" "Get a cheesesteak, man." "Oh, you hungry, too?" "Yeah, I could do a burger." "All right." "Let me get onions on that, man." "I got you." "You organizing' it right?" "You got my 50s with my 50s, and my 20s-- and my 100s with my 100s." "The way you want it." "All right, ladies, goodnight." "I see y'all tomorrow, on time, ya hear?" "Count this money, baby." " What the fuck?" " Who's that?" "Wee-Bey swingin' me an emergency call." "Fuck." "Bey?" "Yeah." "911 call." "No, no, no, no." "We got rules, right?" " Fuck." "Hey!" "They had cheese fries, baby." "I got you some." " Avon, stay down, man." " I got you covered."