The Wire - Season 1 Edit

A .380 from Austria or Australia. Something like that.

A .380.

A .44?

A 14 year old is half blind.

A B of I photo?

A beautiful woman, you're fine, what?

A call comes back to the tower pay phone from that number in Pimlico.

A cap now and then.

A case goes from red to black by way of green, Lieutenant.

A case like this, it's always you or Sydnor...

A chance to work in your system, man.

A citizen.

A club, an apartment building, a funeral home...

A cop was shot, Morrie.

A couple of days from now, I got to show him three rings.

A couple of felony warrants, a little dope on the table.

A couple of lightweight body mikes. Wireless, remote taping capability.

A couple of Westside laundromats, a triple A rated towing company...

A cousin, a girlfriend, a grandmother, a lieutenant he can trust...

A daughter, you say?

A daughter?

A day or two in the New Jersey bullpen, he gonna be crying...

A definite connect to Barksdale's world.

A faggot? Get the fuck out of here.

A Fashion Lady or some shit.

A favor.

A few apartments in the low rises that we've seen used for stash

A few are going to be pieces of shit.

A few locations, at least.

A few weeks ago, when Burrell wanted to take down the wire...

A friend.

A front has to be clean.

A fucking cop, man. A cop!

A funeral parlor.

A guy like that would be indicted, tried and convicted.

A jackhammer?

A judge signs something like that, you can clone a beeper

A kilo? 2 kilos? 20 kilos?

A little bag of styles, man, a little bag of styles for you.

A little bit.

A little guidance, a little supervision.

A little.

A little.

A little. But the gun matches

A little. Why?

A lot of it.

A lot of people came through that district.

A lot of vacants.

A lotta heart, just no sense.

A man less sensitized to the qualities and charms and value of women...

A man like that, not me, but a man like that, he just might call her a cunt.

A man must have a code.

A man who wants to get high more than he wants to get clean.

A man, you know, he was waiting for the elevator...

A man's walking down a street in West Baltimore.

A memo signed by the Deputy Ops, Rawls and Forester, telling us to pack it in.

A minor lieutenant to our target, Barksdale.

A minute after we did it.

A month from now, we're all gonna be back at our day jobs.

A necessary evil.

A new unit, a new lieutenant.

A police may die, Morrie, and Savino was there.

A rhetorical question.

A roommate.

A rusted nail just went through my shoe.

A search of the vehicle, rented from the Avis location at B.W.I. Airport...

A sister, she lets me stay in the basement...

A stickup artist with a half dozen priors. That's your eyeball witness?

A telephone.

A three again...

A transaction for which he received no remuneration...

A week after trial ends, Major comes to me...

A Westside player who apparently indulges in the occasional murder.

A white man can't walk down the street? What's that about? Come on, man!

A wire there will get us the drugs.

A wiretap affidavit.

A witness puts her with a Dee the night she's aced.

A woman wants to get even, there's something extra there.

A young boy who was with him, light skinned kid from the cemetery.

About $5,000 or $10,000.

About a week ago, my uncle and String, they called me down to the club.

About anyone looking at campaign contributions.

About how y'all were onto my shooters and stuff.

About moving D'Angelo from original jurisdiction.

About not havin' no line in her own place?

About nothing happening that I don't know about?

About shit she ain't supposed to know.

About the best she can do for me.

About the murder a while back, right?

About the time that your nephew beat that charge.

About them police, though, they was on your ass after the game?

About what?

Absolutely, Your Honor.

According to the judge, he has the Westside high rises

According to the right honorable Judge Phelan...

Acting like my bitch and shit...

Acting like we belong down here, know what I'm saying?

Actually lost track of them in a crowded municipal market.

Actually, no.

Add the avenue corners, you're probably up near $30,000.

Address is in the same public housing where he controls the drug trade.

Address on Schroeder.

Addresses undetermined, of course.

Afraid so, Ma'am.

African American, then.

After 10 minutes jerking off.

After a comparative adjective or adverb, as in:

After a while, you couldn't make her see nothin' else.

After seeing that, he wanted to get out...

After taking they money.

After that, he out of sight and we bring it home like we planned, baby.

After we finished, we gonna go down to the harbor.

After you dragged me to the Sugar Hill Tavern, remember?

After, maybe when they found that witness with the lead in his dome...

Afternoon, gentlemen.

Again he walks off?

Again, for the record, let's make clear that Mr. Bratton has not been Mirandized...

Again, I get the shit detail?

Again.

Against a plaster wall.

Agent Fitzhugh to the front.

Ain't answering his page, neither.

Ain't been around the projects much lately.

Ain't good in bed, either.

Ain't got nothing left, burnt it away.

Ain't he the guy you call when you lose something?

Ain't l?

Ain't like him to be late.

Ain't no market at all, ******.

Ain't no math to it. It's just...

Ain't no one going to keep a mother from her son, right?

Ain't no percentage in that, know what I'm saying?

Ain't no re up in the towers, neither?

Ain't no sense in you all troubling yourselves over that...

Ain't no such thing as free, right?

Ain't no thing. Bunch of off brand ******s is all.

Ain't no ugly ass white man get his face on no legal...

Ain't nobody been there but you. Nobody came in my house but you.

Ain't nobody been through here.

Ain't nobody coming

Ain't nobody holding no extra money. I checked all that.

Ain't nobody out to get me, man. I got no motherfuckin' enemies.

Ain't none of y'all ever been in the military?

Ain't nothing going late, man.

Ain't nothing in here but a 24 and some crime scene photos, and this.

Ain't nothing like a good Cl.

Ain't shit for free, right?

Ain't so good with names, but, you know, faces I keep in my head.

Ain't so hungry.

Ain't up.

Ain't we supposed to go off somewhere and fire this shit up?

Ain't you a trip?

Ain't you all on the clock?

Ain't you gonna sign it?

Alcoholic mother. In the wind, no fixed address.

Alive. In the OR.

All day and night waitin' on Mr. Mondo Mart.

All from his front companies or their listed officers.

All he can think about.

All he's got is D'Angelo at the scene through hearsay...

All I did was answer the guy's questions. He's a fucking judge.

All I know is I just love the job.

All I see is some stuck up dyke bitch...

All in the game, yo.

All my people, man, my father, my uncles, my cousins...

All my people, man, my father, my uncles, my cousins...

All of it corroborated by the beeper logs...

All of it except for the New Jersey bust. That one he eats.

All of it.

All of that is valuable evidence.

All of them bodies.

All of them mopes in bracelets and not one of them named Osama.

All of them saying the officer's assault...

All of them, down to a man.

All of us. Me and Trina and the cousins.

All of which corroborates much of what we already know.

All of which stops way short of Mr. Barksdale.

All over me, all over this department.

All right

All right, big guy.

All right, but who else was there?

All right, come on, go. Something to eat?

All right, come on.

All right, come on.

All right, Dee.

All right, give me the real.

All right, going to Homicide.

All right, hold your positions. I'll take a look.

All right, I did Little Man...

All right, I guess.

All right, I know this fucks him.

All right, I mean, fuck it. If you want to go, then go!

All right, I'll take the years.

All right, I'm gonna probably send it today.

All right, I'm on it with you.

All right, ladies, good night.

All right, let's see what we got here.

All right, let's take a ride.

All right, listen up, people...

All right, listen up. New deal.

All right, listen, I'm fucking sorry. I fucked up, man.

All right, listen, I'm sorry.

All right, man, I'll get at you.

All right, man.

All right, motherfucker, he got me, too.

All right, no problem.

All right, no problem. So who the fuck are we supposed to charge?

All right, now y'all gonna be here, right?

All right, okay, not bad.

All right, so...

All right, soldier.

All right, spread your shit out.

All right, take this trash outside, fucking burn it.

All right, tear them motherfuckers out.

All right, tell him to throw me some cash then, and we'll see...

All right, tell Wallace to come see me.

All right, that's seven. What else you got?

All right, then, this is my case. My file.

All right, then. Hold that pose right there, shorty.

All right, this gonna be so easy...

All right, this one's for Mikey.

All right, top number's for re ups...

All right, what do we know?

All right, what?

All right, when I find y'all, y'all gonna get it.

All right, y'all know what the fuck this is.

All right, you got him?

All right, you stupid motherfucker. You made your decision

All right?

All right?

All right?

All right?

All right? After which...

All right? I swear to God, I would tell you.

All right? Northwestern. So you all can't stay with me on this....

All right? Some bed, some sheets, some clothes.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right. Got you.

All right. Hold up!

All right. I just got tired of that same old country scenery.

All right. Later.

All right. Let's make this work.

All right. Let's make this work.

All right. Most def.

All right. So, Philly.

All right. We gotta be careful.

All right. We'll talk.

All right. We'll talk.

All right. What about them little bald headed bitches right there?

All right. Who's first? Ms. Dawkins?

All right. Yo, Dee, man.

All right. You all both here on my guarantee, so respect that shit and say what you feel.

All right. You are sharp, son. What's your name?

All rise.

All rise.

All that fuck somebody up and rip and run bullshit...

All that time I was resting, it got me thinking. It got good to me, too.

All the boys from around the way, we roll till late.

All the girls say so.

All the pieces matter.

All the way up.

All the work we did to get up on this fucking wire.

All units be advised.

All we got is a whole lot of locals a little busy tearing the Westside apart.

All we got left to do now is follow one of these mopes...

All we really got to do is put a little safe in here someplace...

All you do is ask.

Alley crap game, right?

Almost ain't worth it for four.

Alone, working your post

Already?

Also copies of the checks...

Also did Boyd and Leggett a month earlier.

Also got handed some kid named Prezbelowski or Prezbelewski

Also, Homicide picked up one Saturday night. Might be one of ours.

Also, whoever that was you brought in here today..

Am I hearing this from the state's attorney's office as well?

An address, a street.

An arrest or two would help.

An ID of both your shooters...

An invitation.

And a ballistics match to a couple unrelated drug murders. How can he charge that?

And a buy bust on Savino Bratton is less cooperative...

And a code for one of his peoples.

And a good man is hard to find in this town.

And a helicopter up on top

And a lot of real estate on the west side of downtown by the Howard Street corridor.

And a lot of violence.

And a propensity to talk out of turn, Jimmy McNulty is a good worker.

And a shotgun.

And a stamp collection that my granddad left me.

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

And accurate to the best of your knowledge?

And actually, any citywide race.

And all that mess you call police work down in the districts...

And all the best to Arlene and the kids.

And another one labeled "P" for the pit.

And another two row houses...

And any other phones that link to the pagers.

And are the two of you still....

And as she slipping on her robe, she turns on the light...

And ask you for an advance and shit, when they flat ass broke.

And because your sergeant knows me to be reasonable...

And believe me, this message is being heard loud and clear...

And between Narcotics, DEA and the two districts...

And between the wiretap and the runner bolting from the truck...

And Bird worked for Avon?

And Bird? I think your snitch can handle that.

And Bird.

And Burrell, for once, he's a step behind.

And by the grace of God and your good work...

And by the time we get here, you're back asleep.

And carry the fight to the very doorstep of those responsible.

And charge whoever we have by the end of next week.

And checking up on some of the contributors.

And Diedre ate that shit up.

And do you see that man in the courtroom today?

And Donette, too. And your baby.

And down at the Greek's, they got Wallace to point the finger, right?

And drive it back to Baltimore, so it can sit with the fucking bowling trophies...

And effect a body search, after which we discovered...

And even if he wasn't out the game, he wouldn't be no problem.

And even if I do get back there on an errand, then they kind of shut down.

And eventually, it's gonna need a Title 3 wiretap.

And every Friday night, your pal Snotboogie...

And every time we move the stash...

And everybody's got a fucking future.

And explain to the deputy why he's getting calls about murders...

And for what?

And for you, sir? Very good.

And from Galway to Dublin town

And from now on, you are not doing the money runs.

And fuck up our case in the process.

And further, is subject to a mandatory five years without parole...

And get some ribs before they done ate all the ribs up.

And God knows he wasn't in on the setup.

And got her thinking this case meant something.

And he asks it like he wanna make sure I land okay.

And he drops his cuffs. He says, "Here you go, rook."

And he takes the drug charge at least.

And he tells me who did it?

And he the man.

And he used to box Golden Gloves when he was younger.

And he volunteers what little time he has left at his church.

And he wasn't around for the shooting either.

And he, not the judge...

And he'll look for connections.

And he's consistent with our witness on the description and the scenario.

And he's giving it to me that Bird is the shooter in the Gant case

And he's telling me to fight this.

And he's wearing, I don't know what the fuck he's wearing. He's....

And here's the rub:

And his fuckin' problems are standing between me and all worldly pleasure.

And his kids, they asked me to write.

And his son is getting all fucked up...

And hit the projects Wednesday afternoon.

And hope like hell he comes up short.

And how fucked up the department is, that's all.

And how long have you monitored these phone extensions?

And how long were you with Barksdale's crew in the low rises?

And how you ain't gonna never be slow...

And I am dangerously...

And I asked out of Casualty.

And I assume there's another $5,000 right here, for making this happen?

And I checked with Verizon, there's no phone service at that address.

And I do agree that with regard to matters...

And I don't know nothing about Bey getting shot, either.

And I don't know those people, and I don't know why they gave.

And I don't want no more surprises, like that newspaper article.

And I don't want no more surprises, like that newspaper article.

And I don't want surprises.

And I get this Westside asshole nibbling on four ounces, right?

And I got one hand wrapped around a cold domestic beer...

And I gotta shut it down by the end of the month

And I guess No Heart figures he's not up for doing the time...

And I heard this shot.

And I know how slippery it gets the higher you go...

And I see that one of my people is at the academy for in service.

And I start tapping with the back of it on the window.

And I suppose you at the other end of that leash?

And I think we might get some better furniture...

And I understand that he's distraught. I understand that.

And I want you to put the word out there that we're back up

And I want you to tell them they've got no quarrel with me.

And I was freer in jail than I was at home.

And I was out there on them corners...

And I will put a bullet in all you all behind, what happen right now, you heard?

And I'll give you them.

And I'm about to lose this idiot here for a week or two of medical.

And I'm sorry for the way we came through here.

And I'm the guy with the gun....

And I've got to admit you got some stones on you.

And if God hadn't meant for me to get high...

And if he did, it was on four legs.

And if he knows where the Barksdale stash is...

And if he testifies...

And if she's got a shred of luck...

And if someone does use a name, he's reminded not to.

And if they dragging us all over this part of town

And if they dragging us all over this part of town

And if we did, we had a reason. And if we didn't, we had a reason.

And if you ask me, I guess we...

And if you don't get a story straight by then...

And if you don't get a story straight by then...

And if you don't stay, we don't sign.

And if you look at the probable cause, they all read just like yours:

And is already on parole for two earlier counts of distribution...

And is Mrs. McNulty equally capable of having a conversation with Mr

And is refusing to cooperate against others in the conspiracy...

And is that the guard booth in the lobby of the Fremont Avenue high rise?

And is that your signature on that photo array card?

And it was quiet, but it was loud enough so she can hear that shit.

And it works, because it's all about where the buttons are on a phone.

And it works.

And it's $2,000 on Omar.

And it's either play or get played.

And just bent me over the hood of a radio car.

And Kima will be throwing us 20s whenever she can. Rhonda.

And Kima'll still be bangin' out her 24s on that old piece of shit.

And kiss the man's ring. Because...

And Latrobe Tower dialects, but I haven't quite mastered...

And lay our business out in front of a judge.

And let them know the count comes here from now on.

And let's put something real together.

And let's see if all those cash deposits match the reported income.

And like every time, Snot, he'd fade a few shooters.

And like I said, the queen ain't no bitch.

And like this.

And like, the one man, he got knocked down

And look there.

And lose the gun afterward, that'd be a rule, too, I think.

And Maj. Spurgeon is saying that he's retiring at the end of November.

And make sure ******s know you gonna stand by your people.

And make sure you don't stray from the nest!

And making calls to some contributors...

And making the politicians the primary target?

And maybe we could've built something on that.

And maybe you sue the city, get a little more.

And miles of NCIC bullshit.

And more than the drugs, it's the money that matters.

And no intention of doing anything other than defrauding Mr. Blocker of $30,000.

And no one saw any vehicles in flight.

And Norris is at the hospital.

And nothing but the truth, so help you God?

And now he's out of the case.

And now I got wiretaps, pager clones, affidavits coming out of my ass.

And now I think that she can see well enough...

And now the Commissioner and Mrs. Mahone are at his bedside in the ICU.

And now they out there on their own.

And now we catch him coming out of the towers...

And now, for the most important person in this room...

And on Election Day, we are going to be out there...

And on one occasion made a trip to New York on the behest of his uncle.

And one count distribution of a controlled substance, to wit, cocaine.

And one time he was there with all his people in one of the big booths...

And photo arrays.

And pick up that sawed off you like so much, and go on the hunt.

And political contributions.

And practice these principles in all our affairs.

And prove to ourselves we can't do it.

And put your stuff in the other bedroom...

And putting the information that we have into the charging documents....

And raids that are too much on the bulls eye...

And right now I need Savino Bratton in bracelets.

And right now, I am personally ashamed to be your snitch.

And right now, you ain't that. Sign.

And right now, you got your hand in our pocket.

And rolling them back up at Barksdale's people.

And say so.

And say the waitress gives you good, decent service.

And say you did a single fucking thing to get a police shot.

And say, "Mr. Nugget, you the bomb.

And Sean, my flesh and blood, gets the tag.

And see what they're using for pay phones.

And set up on the other side, all right?

And shape it into PC for the warrants.

And she ain't dead.

And she is the go get shit done piece.

And she says that he went up to Wabash for some court date.

And she's fucking telling us what to do.

And since it's been in the press about the witness

And some indications of partial paralysis.

And some of them are going to be good police.

And some of them turn tricks in the rooms upstairs but...

And some of what happens then is hard as hell to live down.

And something happened. Toward the end, she started getting real possessive...

And state employment records.

And Stringer Bell stays on the street with his hand on the throttle.

And Stringer, he gathered the troops.

And Stringer. You said Stringer was in the truck.

And surveillance equipment.

And takes, I don't know, maybe three, four.

And talk face to face, period.

And tell him that Detective Mahone is near dead from the sucker punch.

And tell him we need to talk, okay?

And testify against one of Barksdale's people?

And that can make someone who is otherwise as reasonable as me....

And that didn't sit with Avon, 'cause he has other girls, too.

And that fucker's still the Supervisor for Narcotics.

And that I'm going to make it up to him.

And that little kid, instead of getting his first haircut...

And that the stash is somewhere near the Mondo Mart, right?

And that was the last time you spoke with her?

And that way we find other front companies.

And that what is said here is for purposes of a proffer.

And that young one, Valchek's brain dead son in law.

And that's how we gonna do until we get the new stash.

And that's in respect I have for y'all, what you're doing in our community...

And that's just at a quick glance.

And that's just the towers.

And that's just what she knew from what he bragged about to the dead girl.

And that's the code?

And the $5,000 fine?

And the attempt murder on Greggs.

And the Barksdale kid from the Pit...

And the bear said, "You didn't really come here to hunt now, did you?"

And the best part? Carver's 37.

And the boyfriend, Avon Barksdale?

And the boyfriend, Avon Barksdale?

And the computer has Avon Barksdale entered as an active Baltimore city target.

And the Deputy's the fucking Deputy.

And the fact is that I want to be clean today more than I want to be high.

And the Greek's after that.

And the knockos, shit, I don't know what the fuck that was.

And the last part is something about how he's gonna start up...

And the motherfucker saying this...

And the next day.

And the next day.

And the number of clearances I'm looking at here...

And the other one was open. And yo, Dee, it fucks me up.

And the other wrapped around my magnificent, flaccid...

And the pen registers from the project pay phones.

And the shooters who dropped Kima? They're still in the wind.

And the two project murders that match up to that gun.

And the walk away?

And then another 10 to the back room.

And then drag your sorry ass to some meetings.

And then he buries the fucking case.

And then he dropped the bracelets and walked away.

And then I think it might be a good thing...

And then lost him on Schroeder Street after dark

And then this bullshit.

And then we got this one call.

And then we tag team Bird.

And then what the fuck if he ain't?

And then what?

And then when he creep out of his hole, and shit.

And then you hang up.

And then you still might have to kiss his ass...

And then you walk that on up to Rawls.

And there are assets to be seized, stuff that fronts for the drug money.

And there was a piece of shit lieutenant hoping to be a captain...

And there's gonna be a whole lot more if this beef keep up.

And there's the Deputy fucking Ops...

And these crickets, louder than a motherfucker.

And they ain't handling no money, no vials.

And they all just a bunch of begging ass bitches.

And they are gonna ask you where you wanna go...

And they come along without complaining.

And they got suction with the Mayor, and I'm the runt without a tit here.

And they hear we took $30,000 out of that car.

And they like the front lines. They be out in the field.

And they run so deep, he really ain't gotta do shit.

And they show me how she lives right on the ground floor, first level.

And they're running the drugs in every housing project..

And think that man was killed for any other reason...

And this bad boy over here is in your fucking eye.

And this business with the senator's driver.

And this motherfucker's steady kicking my ass trying to get away.

And this, over here, is the castle.

And those are your initials as well, next to the photo you identified?

And those shift lieutenants...

And though there's no criminal charge, you think it wise to try to keep it.

And throw his ass right onto the motherfucking expressway.

And throw in the trash?

And throw your ass up outta here?

And to compensate, Southeastern is sending you...

And to do what?

And told me to tell you she's sorry to be late with it.

And tomorrow, on the 6:00 news...

And transport the kilo was done on his own behest...

And tries to put all the weight on squirrel number two.

And try to manufacture a fresh prosecution.

And two is eight.

And two of ours were injured as well.

And two witnesses who say one of you princes...

And unless I want to spend my whole life as a fucking ASA...

And walk on over to the state office buildings on Preston Street.

And warehouses on the west side of downtown.

And we break the case wide open.

And we break the case wide open.

And we got Savino.

And we grand jury him in the morning.

And we have Wee Bey and Little Man at the pay phone at Park Heights...

And we probably can't be close enough for an eyeball on this...

And we still fucking around with Smith Corona.

And we told him first thing today.

And we was wondering if, maybe you could let a little something go...

And we'll give him his clearance once we wrap our case.

And we're up on Stringer Bell's pager now, too.

And we've been ordered to come down here, rip off his scrotum, put it in a jar...

And Wee Bey got shot in the leg.

And Wee Bey hard like a rock.

And were you employed as a security guard on May 4, the day of the shooting?

And what he don't change up he'll clean up. Someone should tell Rawls.

And what kind of time they can do.

And what phone is he asking for Stringer to call him back?

And what you giving them?

And whatever else.

And when an officer falls in this war...

And when another man just starts beating on him...

And when he do, he'll pop up his head. Boom, we got him.

And when it was almost over for me...

And when she does that, and it's light on the inside...

And when she gets up to the window and looks out....

And when someone does use a phone, they don't use names.

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

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

And when we are wrong, promptly admit it.

And when we signaled for you to stop...

And when you call Burrell this time, will you forget my fucking name?

And when you list the cases, put a little dot next to each one.

And when you're not happy, they ain't gettin' paid. You feel me?

And which member of the ticket has so energized you?

And who the hell are we?

And whoever else you want from your squads.

And whoever sent those motherfuckers into that alley...

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

And without the game...

And word comes back years in advance where the development zone's going to be.

And y'all don't say shit on these, you understand me?

And you ain't afraid to go into court...

And you ain't even around to see that shit right.

And you ain't got to do nothing.

And you are still clearing $1 million a month.

And you buy something that you wouldn't otherwise.

And you can go to jail just as quick...

And you can't even tell me shit about who they was.

And you do not use the same phone more than once a day.

And you don't know where the fuck it's going to take you.

And you gonna get the locals behind it.

And you got a good heart in there, too.

And you got a gun. So, what I'm trying to figure out is...

And you got to do something with that other case...

And you gotta be on that, right? You gotta be on that

And you have reservations?

And you him, ain't you?

And you just let him ride with that package in the trunk?

And you know what? Burrell, Rawls, and them, they were right.

And you know what? It's not his fault, because let's face it...

And you know, he got to have one of them Little Tikes cars.

And you let them know you're sorry...

And you might have a tower again if you can keep your mind to shit.

And you not been touching any drugs.

And you should've seen the one that got away.

And you sit like nothing happened.

And you still beat the charge, didn't you?

And you still find time to take his shit.

And you're behind bullet proof glass, with a clear view of the lobby?

And you're confusing "then" and "than."

And you're in people's shit where you're not supposed to be.

And your mama don't know shit about me.

And, Lieutenant, if you want to do anything beyond...

Another 10 years of this nonsense, and I see you wearing the robes...

Another 30 days, McNulty?

Another bag here.

Another career in the balance.

Another month on a fresh phone?

Another one for number one on the medicine chest.

Another take for the evening, $60,000.

Anton Artis is Stinkum, one of the boys who snatched Brandon and did him up.

Antwon said to bring these up. You want anything else?

Any addresses we can write on, anything connected to a narcotics case.

Any direction he damn choose, 'cause he's the king.

Any drug connected address they can write on.

Any idea who they sent at Wallace?

Any illegal substances I should know about?

Any of these motherfucking local cats...

Any sightline to the rear door?

Any unit on scene? Do you have a description of the suspect?

Any word on the kid?

Anybody asks you whether you in this game...

Anybody get in contact with Kima's people?

Anyhow, I got a Woodmore address of a woman...

Anyone going to come after Omar, they know Omar's coming after him.

Anyone got a smoke?

Anyone who spend time witnessing shit, you gonna get got.

Anyone who wants to sleep tonight needs to start typing his ass off right now.

Anything coming through on the pager?

Anything else, Deputy Burrell?

Anything else?

Anything on the murders, you can take to llene Nathan in violent crimes.

Anything worthwhile?

Anything yet? Or are we just gonna let this guy go ripe on us?

Anything you need from my office...

Anything you need from my office...

Anything you want to tell me?

Anyway, I mean, I don't know how, but I find the guy.

Anyway, I'm like, "Ain't you going to let me come in?"

Anyway, if he's running your case, I just thought you'd want to know.

Anyway, since I got you up in here...

Anyway, what took you so long getting up in here?

Anyway, you've got enough money to go get yourself one now.

Anyway....

Anywhere. I don't give a fuck.

Are creeping behind his back to take a case federal...

Are running around trying to pin some politician's pelt to the wall.

Are they sure?

Are we anywhere close on Barksdale?

Are we on the shooters yet?

Are you fucking serious?

Are you hearing me?

Are you kidding me?

Are you now under the influence of alcohol....

Are you saying that you know definitely that this man was not killed...

Are you serious?

Are you serious?

Are you sure about all that?

Are you sure?

Are you the man with them jumbo sixes?

Are you working with your uncle?

Aren't you better off that we didn't?

Arletta Mouzone. Treenee's cousin.

Armoire. Louis Quatorze.