MOMan On Stoop
I'm sayin', every Friday night in an alley behind the Cut Rate, we rollin' bones, you know? I mean all them boys, we roll til late.
MOMan On Stoop
Like every time, Snot, he'd fade a few shooters, play it out til the pot's deep. Snatch and run.
MOMan On Stoop
Couldn't help hisself.
Let me understand. Every Friday night, you and your boys are shooting craps, right? And every Friday night, your pal Snot Boogie... he'd wait til there's cash on the ground and he'd grab it and run away? You let him do that?
MOMan On Stoop
We'd catch him and beat his ass but ain't nobody ever go past that.
I gotta ask ya: If every time Snotboogie would grab the money and run away, why'd you even let him in the game?
If Snotboogie always stole the money, why'd you let him play?
MOMan On Stoop
Got to. This America, man.
[opening lines; McNulty is investigating a recent killing]
So your boy's name is what?
MOMan On Stoop
Snot Boogie.
McNulty': He like the name?
Snot Boogie. [man shrugs] This kid, whose mamma went to the trouble of christening him Omar Isaiah Betts. You know, he forgets his jacket, so his nose starts running, and some asshole, instead of getting him a Kleenex, he calls him Snot. So he's Snot forever. Doesn't seem fair.
MOMan On Stoop
Life just be that way, I guess.
MOMan On Stoop
I ain't goin' to no court. [shakes his head] Motherfucker ain't have to put no cap in him, though.
MOMan On Stoop
I mean, he could've whooped his ass like we always whoop his ass.
MOMan On Stoop
He goin' kill Snot, Snot been doin' the same shit I don't know how long. Kill a man over some bullshit. I'm sayin', every Friday night in an alley behind the Cut Rate, we rollin' bones, you know? I mean all them boys, we roll til late.
MOMan On Stoop
Like every time, Snot, he'd fade a few shooters, play it out til the pot's deep. Snatch and run.
MOMan On Stoop
Couldn't help hisself.
Let me understand. Every Friday night, you and your boys are shooting craps, right? And every Friday night, your pal Snot Boogie... he'd wait til there's cash on the ground and he'd grab it and run away? You let him do that?
MOMan On Stoop
We'd catch him and beat his ass but ain't nobody ever go past that.
I gotta ask ya: if every time Snot Boogie would grab the money and run away, why'd you even let him in the game?
If Snot Boogie always stole the money, why'd you let him play?
MOMan On Stoop
Got to. This America, man.
How happy am I to see my pager go off with your call number?
Smoke 'em if you got 'em, because this muthafucka is as ripe as they get.
We aren't up. Nolan's squad is up.
But you had to answer the fuckin' phone, didn't you?
I gotta pay down my credit cards, man.
Not off him, you ain't. Motherfucker, I leave you alone for a minute or two, what do you do?
Well, say the words, Bunk.
So you gonna cut and run on the Bunk? That shit ain't right, Jimmy. All right then, this is my case, my file. This shit comes back a murder, you ain't gotta do shit but stand there and laugh at me. You happy now, ya bitch?
This'll teach you to give a fuck when it ain't your turn to give a fuck.
It ain't even gonna be a murder. This muthafucka probably came in here to take a shit or somethin' and just fell out. I betcha there ain't nothin' to it.
[turns to leave] You hope.
Back to the office, where I belong.
[he leaves; Bunk looks down at the corpse]
You... molderin' muthafucka, don't even think about comin' back a murder. Don't even think of that shit.
What he means to say is that we are an effective deterrent in the war on drugs when we are on the street.
Fucking motherfuckers up.
Fuck the paperwork. Collect bodies, split heads.
The Western District way.
You rogue motherfuckers kill me. Fighting the war on drugs... one brutality case at a time.
Girl, you can't even think of calling this shit a war.
