The Wire · Season 2
Sergeant! Your floater's come back. County boards are puttin' her on our side of the bridge.
No fuckin' way.
Yeah, some useless fuck in our marine unit faxed 'em a report on the early morning tides and wind currents. Shows the body went into the water west of the bridge and drifted out.
McNulty.
[laughs] Fuckin' Jimmy. Fuckin' with us for the fun of it. I gotta give the son of a bitch some credit for wit on this one. [laughs] Cocksucker.
Motherfucker.
How about you come on the raids tomorrow? Take a few doors for ol' time sake.
You takin' doors?
Yeah. Two houses an' a bar on Kane Street. C'mon Kima, mount up wit' us. I know you miss it.
I'm done rollin' around the gutter. I am inside now.
Oh, you're a house cat now, huh?
I made a promise.
I gotta say Kima, if you were a guy, and actually in some ways you're better than most of the guys I know. But if you were a guy, friends would buy you a beer and let you know.
Let me know what?
You're fuckin' whipped.
Whipped?
Pussy whipped within an inch of your life. I kid you not.
Damn, Frank.
We just sat here and watched Nat Coxson take a shit all over you.
And the shrivelled dick motherfucker that you are, you take it.
For your information, I wake up every morning with an angry blue vein diamond cutter. I was gonna enlighten the President of the local 47 on this particular point, and he chose to depart. Blue steel gentlemen. Three and a half inches of hard blue steel.
We done gone so far from Baltimore, we're losing the station. Yo', try a Philly station or some shit like that.
The radio in Philly is different?
Nigga, please. You gotta be fucking with me, right? You ain't never heard a station outside of Baltimore?
Yo' man, I ain't never left Baltimore except that Boys Village shit one day, and I wasn't tryin' to hear no radio up in that bitch.
It's all about self-preservation, Jimmy. Something you never learned.
Fucking white boys, I love 'em. I fucking love 'em.
Yeah?
Dumb as a box of rocks.
Who?
White boys. Talking about the brain-deads in my Kane Street case. I call him up, I tell him I wanna buy some drugs. You know what he says? Says "Okay, I'll sell you the drugs. How much drugs do you want?" I swear to God, Kima, they don't code it, they don't ask for a meet, nothin'. And then when you make the deal, there's no runner, no bullshit. It's the guy himself walking up to you in the parking lot, saying: "I brought the drugs. Did you bring the money?" [Kima chuckles] I'm not kidding. I have much respect for black people after working with these idiots for two weeks. Seriously, white boys wanna sell drugs in Baltimore, they'll have to make different laws for it. Like even it out for them.
Affirmative action.
Leave no white man behind.
[Bunk and McNulty secretly eating crabs in the interrogation room]
You got these off the boat?
What, in winter? In a couple of months... fringe benefit. Can't catch crabs in homicide, right?
Uh-uh... except maybe the occasional emergency room nurse every now and then.
Why the fuck didn't you tell me what was in that motherfucking can?
Now you wanna know what's in the cans? Before you wanted to know nothing. Now you ask. Guns, OK? Drugs, whore, vodka, BMWs. Beluga caviar, or bombs, maybe? Bad terrorists with big nuclear bombs. I'm kidding you, Frank, it's a joke. But you don't ask ... because you don't wanna know.
Jimmy, the look on Jay Landsman's face, he nearly cried!
[McNulty, Freamon and Bunk all laugh]
And Rawls! All afternoon, he just stays in his office with the door closed.
Careful, you're giving me an erection!
Fuck it, they chew you up, they gotta spit you back out.
[Ziggy is trying to get White Mike to front him a package.]
Mike, I thought we was friends.
Did you fuck up the last two packages?
...sorta.
And are you beat to shit?
No?
Take a walk, my friend.
[to "Non-English" speaking crewman] You cannot travel halfway around the world and not speak any motherfuckin' English.
Yo, uh, String, why are you so down on the phone companies, man?
While back, I took a stroll through the pit, I saw that kid we got running things down there, uh, Poot. Now, he got the cell phone I gave him for the business, right there on his hip. But, the nigga got another cell phone that only rang when the pussy called. Now, if this no-account nigga got two cell phones, how the fuck you gonna sell any more of them motherfuckers? That's market saturation.
There is some charm to a woman in uniform. But the fact remains we work plain clothes in Homicide. Not to say that the clothes need be plain. For you, l would suggest some pantsuits muted in colour. Something to offset Detective Moreland's pinstriped, lawyerly affectations and the brash, tweedy impertinence of Detective Freamon.
Look, Dante, what's it gonna take for you to be convinced, man? I don't bed no babies. [pauses] Huh?
What you think?
[Omar and Dante start making out]
You gonna have to do better than that.
Oh, indeed.
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