All language subtitles for Night Rhythms

...and not only do we hear
and appreciate your input

but we are fully committed
to giving 110% in our efforts

to fight this war against drugs
and take back your streets.

But we can't do it alone.

So when you see illegal activity

we need you to pick up the phone
and call it in so that...

Man, that's bullshit.

Please hold all your questions...

I near wore out my phone
dialin' 6-8-5-drug

and for what?

Those boys were back on the
corner the next damn day.

The fact remains the police
department can't do it alone.

We need your cooperation.

My cousin Willy Gant cooperated.

He went downtown and testified.

He deader than Tupac today.

Look, I know the problem
seems insurmountable.

But we are making progress.

Take a look at this chart.
This line here represents...

I have the microphone, ma'am.

Let the woman speak.

My kids, they can't
play outside no more.

Some nights,
when we hear these pops

we got to sleep under our beds.

I come home from work

I can't even get up my front steps

'cause they occupied
by the drug dealers.

Is that in that picture
you got up there?

I'm Major Colvin.

I apologize for giving you
the wrong impression tonight.

We mean no disr'espect.

I know what's going on
in your neighborhoods.

I see it every day.

Ma'am, it pains me that you
cannot enter your own front door

in safety

and with dignity.

The truth is, I can't promise
you it's gonna get any better.

We can't lock up the thousands
out there on the corners.

There'd be no place
to put them even if we could.

We show you charts and statistics
like they mean something.

But you going back
to your homes tonight

we gonna be in our patrol cars

and them boys still gonna
be out there on the corners

deep in the game.

This is the world we've got, people

and it's about time
all of us had the good sense

to at least admit that much.

So, what's the answer?

I'm not sure.

But whatever it is

it can't be a lie.

It's all yours, Sergeant.

As I was pointing out...

Who gave him a can of gasoline
and told him to put out the fire?

... Are making progress.

Tommy Carcetti.

Marla Daniels.

I'm gonna...

gonna take a run
at Eunetta Perkins.

I know who you are.

I've seen you with Delegate
Watkins a couple times already.

Well, Councilman, this is
not your home district.

What brings you
to the Westside?

I got the public safety
subcommittee, so...

here I am.

Anyway, good luck with Eunetta.

And welcome, Ms. Daniels,
to the noble calling of public service.

... further west
in your neighborhoods.

The numbers of crimes against
merchants are way, way down.

We believe we're
making significant...

What the hell was that?

Tired of the bullshit.

Tired make you lose your mind?

Amsterdam

So what you need from Bubs,
I mean exactly?

Lay of the land.

Who has what corners,
now that the towers are down.

We wanna know what happened to
the Barksdale people especially.

And this pay how much?

Let's treat it like a real job?

Say five an hour, 30 on a day max.

That's less than minimum wage.

That's no withholding, Bubs.

It's tax-free.

Alright. It feels good to be
out here, you know?

Gainfully employed.

- Thought your boy was coming, too.
- Johnny?

He don't think much of
this here with y'all.

'Sides, he happen to be one
of the laziest white boys

to ever shit between two shoes.

- Me, I been workin' since I was a kid.
- Yeah?

What's your resume
read like, Bubs?

Just curious.

Well, I ain't claimin'
no payroll jobs, Kima.

It's been a while since
I punched a clock.

When was that?

Long time ago

before I had a sheet.

Shoot, I was...

I was still clean.

I got one of those
stock boy jobs

for one of those
"cheapest guy in town" stores.

Unloading appliances

taking air conditioners and shit
out to the customers' cars like that.

How many you want?

What happened?

I put a clock radio
in the trash can one day

tryin' to be cute,
and got caught.

I ain't even need a clock radio.

See, that's me.

Born fuck up.

A- ight, you know what?

Five dollars an' hour.

30 on the day. That'll work.

And this here is your
get-out-of-jail-free-card.

On this card is my
full name and phone number.

A police officer was
shot in this neighborhood

a couple of weeks ago.

Y'all know the incident
I'm speaking of, right?

I'm lookin' for the officer's gun

a glock nine

which happened to misplace
itself during this incident.

Now, I don't care...

I don't care who has it now

I just need it
to find its way home.

Y'all don't happen to know a fella
by the name of Peanut, right?

I didn't think so.

Anyway, gentleman,
you know, one hand washes the other.

You give me a good word
on that gun

and I can make almost
any charge disappear...

Any questions?

Get 'em out.

Shit, I had to try somethin'.

One each. Keep it movin'.

Little boys, yellow tops all day long.
Right here.

Alright, alright.

You see him to get that
knock out shit, a-ight.

Good luck to ya.

Yo, he down across Freemont?

Yeah, that way on this side.

Oh and Barksdale is down the way.

Got the red tops, red tops!

Spider bags.

Come get the red tops,
red tops!

Major Crimes Unit.

He's not in right now.

Alright.

To what do we owe the honor?

Just checking in.

Why, you got somethin' goin' on?

Nothing too sexy.

Just pushing a case up a hill,
inch by inch on Kintel Williamson...

our stated target.

We're workin' too, Lester.

Yeah, on your own thing.

You even listening to me, McNulty?

I got a real case to bring in.

Fella name of Stringer Bell.
You mighta heard of him.

You got a mouth on you, boy.

He's still out there, Lester.

He's got his corners, his money...

fuck it, by now, for all you know

he's got all that
downtown real estate.

Motherfucker probably
owns half of Baltimore

without us even knowing it.

That ain't the point...

Do you even know what happened
to all that real estate, Lester?

All that downtown property
Bell had title on?

Fuck no.

He's probably laughing
his balls off right now

at you, me, Daniels, all of us.

You even pretending to speak
for anyone other than yourself, McNulty?

I'm speaking for the job.

You wanna talk about police work?

I was doing the job when
you were just dreamin' on it.

Daniels was out there, too.

Now, you gonna fuck him when he
pulled you off a got-damn boat?

He's a boss, fuck the bosses.

Maybe Daniels plays
a few games to get by

but he's cost himself plenty
for the sake of the job!

He's earned some loyalty.

Fuck loyalty and fuck you, Lester.

I never thought I'd hear

chain-of-command horseshit
come outta your mouth.

Motherfucker, I've spent a lot
of time in a lot of weak units.

More than you.

Now, this here?
May not be perfect

- but it's a chance to be police.
- Well, then be one.

You're not even worth the skin
off my knuckles, junior.

Jimmy, don't...

You put fire to everything
you touch, McNulty

then you walk away while it burns.

I got nothin' more to say to you.

Nothin'.

And you.

I'm surprised at you, girl.

Daniels raised you from a pup.

Gotta get with Bubs.

Check on those fucking properties.

Well, Major Colvin,
what do you think?

It all sounds good.

But before I give you a final answer,
I need to speak with my wife.

I'm not talking about the position.

Your cheesecake.

The cheesecake's fine.

They bring it in from Michael's,
out on York Road.

It's got a little
cinnamon in the crust.

None better.

Course, I like to think our
offer's pretty damn good, too.

Excuse me while I go to the
little boy's room, gentlemen.

I need to tinkle.

Tinkle?

I never understood why
a grown-ass man gotta talk like that.

He need to take a piss,
whether he know it or not.

You'll get used to these
academic types, Bunny.

'Specially when you get
that first paycheck.

I mean, 80k is
nothin' to sneeze at

for a number two security job.

Full bennies
on top of your pension.

Yeah, it is generous.

And dull...

in a good way.

I mean...

the worst you'll
ever see is a rape.

A date rape, maybe.

You're ready to take it
down a notch, aren't you?

Hell yes.

Yeah, that's how I felt.

My only regret was that
I didn't tell the deputy ops

to stick it in his ass
on my way out the fucking door.

Johns Hopkins wants you, Bunny.

And they wanna pay
Johns Hopkins money.

But what?

You gotta ask your wife?

Oh man, I ain't gotta
ask her nothin'.

I'm just...

letting Mr. Jenkins
stew a little, is all.

Wonder what's keeping him.

All he had to do was tinkle.

I guess he felt the need
to make a dookie, too.

They got corners up on Argyle
and along Freemont up top.

Avenue corners belong to everybody.

Some who was with Barksdale,
some independent-like.

McHenry Street got some
of Barksdale's people too

but gangster Webster's crews
is right beside 'em.

What about the Lower Avenue
corners and the Poe Homes?

They belong to a young
boy name Marlo.

Go by the name a Black.

Marlo?

Young boy.

Got all that good real
estate near downtown?

Got hisself the lunchtime trade.

If Bell and Barksdale
were gonna hold anything

they'd hold onto the Homes
and Avenue corners.

Is Marlo one of
Barksdale's people?

Marlo what?

C'mon, you got anything
else on this guy?

You got another tip, maybe?

So much for the hourly wage.

1-0-7-m-7-0-3.

Yeah.

That's the tag on the truck he ride.

1-0-7-m-7-0-3.

Did you prime it?

That little rubber ball right
there, next to the spark plug.

You gotta push it in three times
before you try to start it.

Gets the gas goin' to the carb.

You want the truth, I ain't
never used one of these.

Never had no call to.

Yeah, well, I didn't pick you up
for your landscaping skills.

All these Spanish?

Th3y 0n p4p3r, t00.

I only use people like y'all.

Sometimes it comes back on me,
sometimes it works out fine.

How long you been uptown?

10 years.

Hotter than a motherfucker out here.

Yeah, it's hot.

Every day.

You gonna be ridin'
in the back of that hard truck

bouncin' around

every day.

And your back's gonna
be yellin' at you, every day.

I used to drive an SL.

Pretty gold convertible, nice rims.

I don't even think
on that car no more.

You put it behind you, huh?

Some can't.

I'm just sayin':
You wanna stay on the straight

ain't gonna be no big reward to it.

This is it right here.

Prime that bitch three times.
She'll start right up.

Miss Pearlman.

Cedric.

How goes Kintel Williamson?

- Anything there for me yet?
- No, not yet.

We'll get there.

Is that all you
came by to tell me?

Just keeping the lines
of dialogue open.

So, what's on your plate?

Oh, there's plenty of
surprises around here.

Parole hearing?

This soon?

He fingered a dirty guard up
at Jessup, apparently.

Got a big gold star
next to his name.

That's some bullshit.

Not to worry.

They send me the hearing
notifications for a reason.

"Mr. Barksdale ran a continuous,
violent criminal enterprise

and was a major drug trafficker. "

"During the years 1999 to 2002

he was strongly suspected
to have ordered or caused

the deaths of over
a dozen individuals. "

Parole commission's not gonna
walk him on his first trip to the plate.

Not after a letter like that.

Good work.

I have my moments.

Nice suit, by the way.

Thanks.

I see you dress left.

Everyday.

The number you've called
is no longer in service.

If you feel you've reached
this recording in error

please check
the number and dial...

Nothing?

That address up off Reisterstown.

Same one he was
showing two years ago

when I ran the car he was using.

Stringer's a settled guy.

Not there he ain't.

Woman living there,
last time I checked.

Just a front name.

His girl maybe.

Not unless he likes 'em over
50 and asshole ugly.

I'm sure she's real nice though.

Good school spirit...
always says "hi" to you in the halls.

You think he met her in college?

What, what'd I say?

What you got?

Tag comes back to
an address over on Dukeland.

Female, 53 years...

See? That's how they do...

But I got a hit on a Marlo,
street name of Black.

Marlo Stanfield.

22 years

BPI number

and a pretty good sheet.

What, you thought he'd be cherry?

Oh, I knew he had his cherry
busted, but not like this.

Check it out.

Think I'm gonna take
a ride downtown to homicide.

Wanna come?

Nope, got someplace to be.

This thing with Lester?

I feel like shit about it.

Well, you get used to it...

We roll up
and get out of the car.

Crowd parts like the red sea.

Victim on the ground,
bleeding all over the place.

Screaming "I'm going
to kill that fucking bitch. "

But nothing's really
wrong with him...

Ah, shit.

You tried to sneak
by me, didn't ya?

I was just comin' in
quiet and respectful.

Well, for a big man,
you do have a dancer's grace.

But I, sir, I have
the eyes of an eagle.

And the fact that you tried
to slither into your work space undetected

does not bode well for the recovery
prospect of our missing firearm, does it?

I'll get it.

What up, Mr. Bunk?

Hey, girlfriend.

Vernon Holley working tonight?

Uh, yeah, he's four-to-twelve.

You should try the coffee room.

Alright.

Man, I would murder that.

If she wasn't...

particular?

Hey Busfield, that line
is blinkin' for you.

- Find that gun.
- Yeah, okay.

Motherfuck you, too.

Marlo Stanfield

A.K.A. Black.

Boy's the spawn of the devil, Kima.

I see.

Y'all damn near
had him on this murder.

What happened?

We had a wit.

Boy they called Pooh Bear,
chubby fella with braids.

We stashed Pooh over
in east Baltimore.

Even had him wear one of
those e-lectronic bracelets

so we could find him quick.

You lost him?

Not exactly.

Pooh went back to the Westside
to cop some hydro.

He could've bought the same
weed where he was, right?

We found him with two in his
chest and one in his mouth.

The bracelet led us right
to the spot where he fell.

Those things work.

Marlo's serious.

That motherfucker's real.

I dunno, I think a volcano's
way better than a computer.

You see computers every day.

How often do you see a volcano?

Yeah, like I built the computer.

Hey, you built the volcano.

Big whoop.

Can I keep it?

Yeah, if you want to.

- Night, Mikey.
- Night.

- Sleep tight.
- Okay.

It's good that you came.

He's very proud.

Glad to.

Jimmy, um, there's
a problem with the alimony.

What's the problem?

You're behind by like four months.

What can I tell you?
I'm paying 2,000 a month in support.

After that, there's nothing left.

Right.

But you signed a separation
agreement that gives me

another 1,000 in alimony...

Elena, I only signed that fucking thing
'cause I thought we'd be together.

Look at how much I make

I'm not even close to being able
to pay that much every month.

My lawyer says that
we have to serve you.

What, that suit of a boyfriend
won't cough up any cash?

Blood from a stone, darlin'.

Beginning today

you can sell drugs
in west Baltimore

but only where we say you can.

Push 'em.

Hard.

Get to it, people.
And don't get captured.

Stay right there.

Get him up against the wall.

Hey, listen to what
I'm tellin' you.

You know, kids.

This is a simple fucking
thing we're saying here.

If you stay on this corner,
you're going in a wagon.

If you move yourself
down to the free zone

down to the vacants
along Vincent Street

then you can do
whatever the fuck you want.

How much fairer can we be?

Yeah, I saw that, you little fuck.

What's your name?

You got a name?

Peanut Butter and Jelly.

Address?

What's your address?

I stay over on Dolphin Street.

Your address, numbnuts.

Are there any numbers on the
front of your fucking house?

Listen up.

This corner is indicted.

We're coming back
tomorrow and when we do

everybody wears bracelets...

unless you move your shit
down to Vincent Street

down where the houses are all vacant.

You do that, we don't give a shit.

Vincent Street is like Switzerland.

Or Amsterdam.

The fuck is that?

It's one of those countries
where drugs are legal.

Vincent Street is
your Amsterdam in Baltimore.

You go down there,
we don't give a fuck.

You stay here, you go to jail.

I ain't goin' to no Hamsterdam.

Killed a witness, huh?

The way that Vernon Holley
told it, yeah.

So, Marlo's a hitter.

Maybe he works for Stringer.

Makes sense.

If you need me,
I'm gonna be Westside.

What about you?

I gotta get the scent
of my boy, Stringer.

We been off him too long.

What's your first move?

Something Prez said.

P- and-p?

B- and-b, like the liquor.

You mean, liqueur, Plauzinski...

Prez-blew-skee.

Benedictine and brandy.

That was invented by
a bartender over at Club 21.

All that good shit
comes outta New York.

I need every deed transfer
involving that company, Harry.

Today.

Yo, I'm asking them corner boys

if they know where
the Barksdale package be at?

They lookin' at me
like I ain't even talkin'.

On this strip,
Marlo's the name ringin' out.

There he is.

Ya see him?

He didn't stay too long.

Marlo's ghostin'.

We're kinda sensitive about
giving out personal data

on matriculating students.

Well, I could come back
with a court order.

Then'd have to give it to you.

My man has serious
issues with women.

Domestic violence,
really ugly stuff.

I can't show you any paper.

But let me get my screen up.

What did we tell you?

What'd we fuckin' tell you, man?

We told you to get your selves
down to the free zone, didn't we?

We're tryin'
to give you guys a break.

We're offerin' you, uh...

amnesty.

You take your crew
down to Vincent Street

you do your dirt,
nobody's gonna bother you.

Whad'ya say?

You guys fucking braindead?

Whad'ya say?

Yo, chief how you gonna come
up here and try to game us?

Say what?

I'm sayin' ya actin' like
we retarded or somethin'.

Better we put a foot in your ass?

Least we'd understand it.

This ain't a trick, shitbird.

Look: we grind,
and y'all try to stop it.

That's how we do.

Why you gotta go
and fuck with the program?

All due respect.

Nothing but tumbleweeds.

Get me some buses.

Tomorrow, we clean the corners

put 'em all in one place
and give 'em the news.

And I'm not asking anymore.

From here to Freemont
you got Barksdale's people

eastsiders and freelancers, too.

On the same corners?

Yup.

That shit don't make sense.

Yo, can we call it a day, Kima?

Bullshit, man.

You too?

What the fuck is up
with these phones?

I be seein' kids
throwin' them away all day.

They got cash
like that to waste?

These shits be layin' all over.

Sometimes you get lucky
find some minutes on 'em

sell 'em for walkin' around money.

They burners, Kima.

Burners?

Marone, another murder.
In Waverly, no less.

You believe it?

I would be fuckin' shocked

if it was an african-american
perpetrated the crime.

It ain't even funny, Ang.

This is why everyone's leaving this city,
black and white.

I was at a community meeting
Sunday in west Baltimore.

People were spittin' mad.
And I can't say I blame them.

Well, they could move
to a better neighborhood.

That is, if they were
willing to work for it.

Come on, I been hearin' all that
my-poor-immigrant-father-made-it

- so-why-can't-the-blacks
bullshit my whole life.

You think there's not good
people on the Westside

who want the same things that you...

Okay, Mrs. Roosevelt.

All's I'm sayin' is,
it's not about color.

So what's your next move, Tommy?

The Sun says an Anderson's state
senate seat is up for grabs.

Fuck that, you could go after
Ruppersberger in the second.

He's only got one term.

I'm gonna run for mayor.

Mayor Tommy.

She in the right joint?

She lets me sit next to her,
I buy her a drink...

We each give you 10.

20 if you fuck her.

Oh please, show just
a little more class, besides

I already had my day in the sun.

Bullshit, Tommy.
Once a gash-hound...

The bet is the bet,
you said I lost a step.

I'm gonna prove I never did.

- You in, Pete?
- I'll pass.

The sonofabitch did it.

He did you.

That's Theresa d'Agostino.

Mario Dee's kid?

Yeah, she grew up alright.

She's down in D.C.
Now with the national party.

A campaign fixer.

No shit.

Tommy's known her
ever since law school.

Just hear me out, okay?

- One drink.
- Go ahead.

You're paying for it.

Actually, they are.

You made a bet.

Don't tell me we have
to kiss or something.

Not gonna happen.

This isn't about ankle straps
and a two-and-a-half star hotel, is it?

Because the Alumni dinner
ended an hour ago

and I could be back
in D.C. right now...

That's the old me, Terri.

Everything I got now,
my wife, my kids...

I would not risk losing them.

No way.

Seeing you with your old gang
made me think bad thoughts.

Your friends cheapen you, Tommy.

You're just pissed off
that they didn't recognize you

when you walked in.

And why would they?

I mean, you're a Washingtonian now.

That's Pete Sinopoli
over there, isn't it?

I hear he's back to practicing law.

Yeah.

He just didn't have it, did he?

I have it, Terri.

I'm gonna make a run for mayor.

And you're gonna run my campaign.

Gimme one good reason why not to.

I could give you 10.

But here's the good one:
You're the wrong color.

You're not electable here.

And I never play the longshot.

You like to win.

I don't like to lose.

It's not the same thing.

But where's the fun in it
if you know you're gonna win?

I mean, you handled that
democrat in east L.A.

What was his name, Garcia...

- Valdez.
- Valdez.

How hard was that?

I need someone like you on my side.

I need you.

How big a win bonus?

Get a white mayor elected
in Baltimore, honey

you name your price.

One drink was the deal.

Go home, sleep it off.

You'll wake up and realize
you're making a mistake.

I can do this.

Question is, are you
gonna come with me?

B and B.

Hello?

Yo, how we not going to throw
a few hot ones at the motherfuckers?

One ass-whuppin' an'
we back off like some bitches.

Now we on this
off-brand strip right here.

Not even enough trade
for poot and his crew.

This is bullshit, man.

Look, man, String gonna
fix it, you'll see.

Which one a y'all is Slim Charles?

Who ask?

That be Cutty.

Your boy gave me a number,
said to ring you up

when I was ready
to put in some work.

But no answer.

Took your time
callin' back, right?

Numbers don't play
after a few days, man.

- We change 'em up.
- Ain't you know nothin'?

Respect, dawg, respect.

Y'all don't know
who ya'll talkin' to, man.

You still ain't say your business.

I'm tryin' to get put on.

What you got in mind?

Whatever you got that pays.

Yo, Poot.

Come here, man.

Hey, look, man, call Shamrock, man.

And tell him that soldier
finally came into the camp.

You a soldier, huh?

Chill, Bodie, man, chill, man.

Bodie Broadus?

Yeah, that's right.

Shit, I remember your little ass
when you was still in diapers.

I used to spar with
your older brother, James.

That boy had a killer left.

Yeah, when he ain't drop it.

He still out here?

James been dead.

Fuck's up with that cheesebox?

You ain't never rid
no school bus before?

I'm sayin', what they doin'
with the niggas on that corner?

Look, dawg.

First thing, we gonna need
to do is get you some chrome.

C'mon, man.

My phone... shit.

Yo, T.J. You got one
with some minutes left?

...which is not to say that
you couldn't do some multi-use

with the Howard Street
properties, too.

Residential-commercial could work.

On Howard Street?

The whole point
of the block grant

is to bring the Westside back
and make it high-end.

The hippodrome project
was just a start, see?

But residential?

With the stadium
and the theater back on line

that whole area is like inner
harbor east 10 years ago.

And the thing is

you're on the ground floor
with what you're holding.

Yes, you are String.

So we're still talking more
return than just flipping

the properties for
the condemnation money.

Way more.

Excuse me.

Yo.

Naw.

Not right now.

A half hour.

No, Sir, go ahead and fill it up.

You got the order number, right?

Move your ass.

Man, this some bullshit.

My moms is gonna
be worried, and shit.

Y'all is kidnappin' niggas.

I'm Major Colvin.

My name is Major Colvin.

Major what?

Major these, motherfucker.

And we had to bring you down
here this afternoon

because you've not been
complying with our directives.

Say what?

You're haven't been doing
what we asked you to do.

When I'm done.

I gotta pee now.

He ain't playin'.

Smell like he already
pissed in his drawers.

Alright, go ahead.

Yo, I gotta go, too.

Well, you're just
gonna have to wait.

You just let him go,
how you gonna discriminate?

Yo, faggy, why you touch my butt?

That's enough.

The fun is over.

Tyrell.

Why weren't you in school today?

My stomach hurt.
I couldn't make it out the baff-room.

Stand up when I talk
to you, young man.

I know your mother, Tyrell.

She didn't raise any clowns.

- Now did she?
- No, ma'am.

It's yours, Major.

Now, ladies and gentlemen

we brought you down here because...

you're here to learn
about the new way...

the new way that we're going
to do things on the corners...

That's downtown.

Well, that makes no sense.

All four.

Go ahead, rip me
a new asshole

and ask me where
I been for two days.

'Tell us, hotshot.

College registrar gives up
Stringer's course schedule.

I tail him to where
he's laying his head.

Downtown high-rise.
Name's on the lease, too.

No attempt to hide it.

I get up early next morning,
follow him from his door

to a lunch meeting
with the State Senator.

Same one with the bag man
we bounced the last time around.

Couple of white guys
at the table, too, but nobody I read.

And all the while, Stringer's
using his cell phone.

Making calls in front of these
suits like it ain't no thing.

Shit, I even
rang it up myself.

Got his number from
an admissions form.

Number wouldn't be 732-8793?

I had Prez pull the B-and-B
property assessments

and land transfers
from circuit court.

Some of the paperwork
asked for a contact number.

So, I'm not surprised our boy's
using his cell phone so freely.

Those right there are the incoming
and outgoing numbers on his phone.

Damn near all of them
are downtown exchanges.

Architectural firms, city licensing...
attorneys, zoning offices.

Even campus exchanges
over at B.C.C.C.

You sayin' he's right?

I'm saying the phone is right.

Account information confirms
he's had that number listed...

for quite awhile.

Nice work.

Maybe the cell phone is clean
because he's keeping it.

If it was dirty,
it probably be a burner.

Disposables.

The latest in yo tech.

They make a few calls with
a burner, throw it away.

Go on to the next phone,
do the same.

There's more of those things
laying around the streets

of west Baltimore than empty vials.

Well, how the fuck you supposed
to get a wire up on that?

Yeah, well, first it
was payphones and pagers.

Then it was cell phones
and face-to-face meets.

Now this.

The motherfuckers do learn.

Every time we come at them,
they learn and adjust.

So...

Stringer's out of reach.

You know, a couple years ago

when they were buying up
all that downtown real estate

I thought they were
buying it to flip it

and get the cash when
the federal payout money lands

and the properties are condemned.

Bell and Barksdale
haven't sold any of it.

They're buying more, in fact,
and applying for building permits.

Seems that Stringer Bell's
worse than a drug dealer.

He's a developer.

Jesus fuck, he's really legit?

Well, you real police?

Now that he's out in the open,
why don't you pull him up and ask him?

You need a few days,
I'll stall Daniels.

But after that, you come home
with a case we can use

or you swallow your got-damn
pride and rejoin this unit.

How you doin', Donette?

I'm fine, String.

I missed you, baby.

Look, I'm sorry for
not returning them calls.

Sorry don't keep
my bed warm at night.

Shorty, I been runnin'.

Ain't like I'm trying
to shut you out

I just got business
to attend to, you know?

Do you know how it feels
to be alone out here?

Police comin' to my door,
and I got no one to stand beside me.

You said the detective
left you... a card.

Man say D'angelo
wadn't no suicide.

Somethin' about the way
the marks was on his neck.

He said Dee coulda
been murdered, and shit.

Sit down.

Now listen to me.

Everyone in them walls
know who Avon is.

Ain't nobody
gonna do his nephew.

Alright?

Now as far as you
and me go.

I did you wrong by keeping
you at arm's length.

But it ain't gonna
be like that no more.

God made that.

Couldn't be no accident.

So why am I
on your tab tonight?

Tell the truth.

I dare that to walk by me again.
She better not.

Why you buyin', Bunk?

I got two dead

in what feels like
a drug rip up in Pimlico.

An' the younguns out on the scene

they seem to know
this Omar fella by sight.

I need Omar, Jimmy.

Again?

Jesus, Bunk.

Yeah...

Fuck it, then.

Number three?

Ah, that worked for you last time.

- That blonde by the juke...
- Oh, I really liked her.

Everybody likes everybody
when the kissin'.

But no, my friend
down there

she's a number two, I think.

And when it comes up,
my mother passed...

a week ago

and I'm havin' a little
trouble gettin' over it.

That's why I'm feeling
so blue tonight.

Okay, your mom's dead
and you're sad.

Yeah.

You my boy.

The same way.

My mom died about a week ago...

Yo. What's up, boss?

You got the phone receipts
from the Virginia run?

Alright.

From now on, I want you
to deal with these.

Alright.

If my man Bernard doin' it like
we said and makin' them runs

then I don't wanna have
to deal with this no more.

For sure.

And if Donette call me...

I know.

Tell that bitch you busy.

No.
I'm gonna take the call.

Ronnie.

Ronnie, Ronnie!

Rhonda!

...it was strongly
suspected to have ordered

or caused the deaths of
over a dozen individuals. "

Suspected.

It's rumor and innuendo.

There isn't one new allegation
in this letter that wasn't already raised

by the assistant state's attorney
at the time of the trial.

And given my client's
superlative record

during his incarceration

and given his notable role
in identifying the source

of the overdose deaths
at this facility last year

I respectfully ask that you
honor our existing agreement

and approve Mr. Barksdale's
early release.

- That's bullshit!
- Hold your comments, trooper.

We made a commitment, Counselor.

And given what this institution
was dealing with a year ago

this is the lesser evil.

Rockefeller.
Rockefellers on the spot.

That's him right there.

In that G35, man.

Boy in the retro?

That shit is tight.

$430, it better be.

Hell, yeah.

I'm 'onna get me
one of those motherfuckers.

You better get
the mugsy bogues, then.

'Cause your mini-me ass
gonna swim in that unseld.

As usual, y'all fools
is missin' my point.

That boy came up short
on that money last week.

Y'all see he get grindin'.

So where that money at?

You need to look beyond
what he driving or wearin' on his back.

That boy got a girlfriend?

He run with this little freak
up at the high school.

She wearin' ice?

She wearin' an onion, that's
about all I can remember.

Check out the girl.

High school girl with
platinum around her neck

only one place it came from.

Give my man his thing.

Sig Sauer.

That ain't no lorcin, yung.

I'm used to revolvers, man.

38 don't jam.

Don't hold 15, neither.

Game done changed.

Game's the same.

Just got more fierce.

I'm not big on vacations.

Who has time?

What about taking the boys

down to Ocean City for
a weekend or somethin'?

You ever been down the ocean?

Listen...

wasn't like I was waiting
for an opening with Rhonda.

It just happened.

I shoulda told you sooner.

I need to know that this isn't going to be
a thing between you and me.

Nah, I wish you both all the best.

Was I very loud last night?

Thanks for making this easy on me.

You coming?

Nah, think I'll stay here
a while and nurse this

then I'll shove off.

One more,
an' put a beer next to it.

Was up?

You good?

Look at you, alright.

Shit is on.

This what I'm talkin' about.

Drink that shit.

Surprised Avon be lettin'
y'all get your heads up.

Sometimes you got to.

Kiss the sky, nigga.

Ready to go?

Yeah. Are you alright to drive?

I thought you were the
designated driver tonight?

No, I'm good, really.

I'm good to go.

G'night.

Bitch with one leg named Aaliyah.

What kind of shit is that?

Oh, shit.

You do still like
females, don't ya?

He home now.

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