That's good, 'cuz I came to see you anyway.
...I need you to hit somebody.
The Clay Davis? Downtown Clay Davis?
That supposed to mean somethin' to me, man? That nigga need to be got.
Shit, String, murder ain't no thing... but this here is some assassination shit, man!
Listen, I tell you you gettin' somebody, you gettin' them. I ain't askin'!
Damn, String, I don't know-
Nigga, I gotta remind you who the fuck you work for?!
Ayo. I think Slim gon' have to sit this one out, boss. So you finna go hit a state senator now, huh? Yo, you kill a downtown nigga like that, the whole world gon' stand up and take notice. I'm talkin' about the state police, federals, all of that! You need a Day of the Jackal-type mothafucka, basically, to do some shit like that, not a rumble-tumble nigga like Slim.
That nigga took our money, man.
Well, heh... he gotta go.
Nah, you a fuckin' businessman! You wanna handle it like that, you don't wanna get all gangsta wild and shit with it, right? What'd I tell you about playin' them fuckin' away games? Yeah. They saw your ghetto ass comin' from miles away, nigga. You got a fuckin' beef with them?! That shit is on you!
For a man who was gutshot. You reached out to a third party, who engaged me in the purpose of holding your towers. That third person's word was your word, as he represented you.
And I ran those east Baltimore gentlemen off. I held up my end of the agreement... at least, for as long as I as physically able.
Your man then set up a meet at Butchie's bar. Your man told Omar Little that I was responsible for the torture of a young boy who was close to Mr. Little's heart. Your man, in effect, sought to have me hit.
Omar told you that and you believe that motherfucker?
He doesn't strike me as a man who tells stories - even at the point of dying.
[muttering] Shit... Proposition Joe, package-
The inner workings of your organization don't concern me.
If there's a way- I mean, if my man... if he made a mistake here, then I'm willing to pay the cost.
[pause]
How can we fix it? You want money?
Business is where you are now, but what got you here is your word and your reputation. With that alone, you've still got an open line to New York. Without it? You're done.
[Pearlman and McNulty are interrogating Bodie.]
Look, he came to me and said we can sell drugs if we moved down to Vincent Street. And that's where I moved my crew. And you know I did! Because you the one that popped me with a G-pack on my way to the spot and let me go, remember?
You were selling drugs in Major Colvin's free zone? You can prove that?
[motioning to McNulty] Ask him, he know... Man, this-this must be one of them contrapment things!
[amused and impressed] Kid's gotta point...
Okay, so let's try this again. I say, "Have a good evening, Mr. Broadus!"
And a good evening to you, Sgt. Carver.
And a VERY good evening to you, Officer Collichio!
CColicchio
Fuck yourself with a 40, shit-breath.
SSalesman
I see you've got the DeWalt cordless. [pause] Your nailgun. DeWalt four-ten.
Yeah. Trouble is, ya leave it in the truck for a while, and need to step up and use da bitch, da battery don't hold up, ya know?
SSalesman
Yeah. Cordless'll do that. You might want to consider the powder-actuated tool. The Hilti DX460MX or the Simpson PTP. These two are my Cadillacs. Everything else on this board is second best, sorry to say. Are you contracting or just doing some work around the house?
Nah, we had about five jobs last month.
SSalesman
At that rate, the cost of the powder actuated gun justifies itself.
SSalesman
Yeah. The DX460 is fully automatic, with a 27 caliber charge. Wood, concrete, steel to steel, she'll throw a fastener into anything. And for my money, she handles recoil better than the Simpson or the P3500. You understand what I mean by recoil?
Yeah. The kickback. I'm wit cha.
SSalesman
Not large ballistically, but for driving nails, its enough. Any more and you'd add to the recoil.
Aw shit, I seen a tiny ass .22 round nose drop a nigga plenty a days, man. Motherfuckers get up in ya like a pinball, rip your ass up. Big joints though? Most the time they just break a bone and they just say “fuck it.” I'ma go with this right here, man. How much do I owe you?
SSalesman
Six-sixty-nine, plus tax.
[Snoop counts out money]
SSalesman
No no, just pay at the register.
No man you handle that for me, and keep the rest for your time.
So what man? You earned that bump like a motherfucker, man. Keep that shit.
Yeah, man. Man say if you wanna shoot nails, this here the Cadillac, man. Meant Lexus but he ain't know it.
Man, fuck a charge, this here's a gun powder activated, 27 caliber, full auto, no kickback, nail-throwing mayhem man. Shit right here's tight.
[Chris laughs]
Word. Fuck this nailin' up boards, we could kill a couple mother fuckers with this right here.
[Namond is approaching Bodie to go leave with his friends.]
Um, I wanted to know if I can leave early 'cause me and the fellas want to go down to Mondawmin for some back-to-school stuff.
Whatchu need "back-to-school" stuff for? Yo' ass stay suspended!
Tsk, c'mon, stop playin', B!
Hey, if it wasn't for social promotion, yo' ass would still be in Pre-K, mothafucka—prolly day care out this bitch!
