RUSSELL: 13 bodies, all female, 11 white, two Asian-looking, all between the ages of maybe 20, 30, all very dead.
P.A. OFFICER: From Eastern Europe probably.
RUSSELL: So, this is what, an accident?
P.A. OFFICER: Your air pipe's up top, crushed. Probably during the off-load. So, yeah, accidental, probably. But that's his call, right?
RUSSELL: Doctor...
FRAZIER: Frazier.
RUSSELL: Hey, how're we doing here?
FRAZIER: How are we doing?
RUSSELL: I mean, what are we doing? What's the plan with all this?
FRAZIER: Is this your first death investigation, Officer?
RUSSELL: Russell. Yeah, first and onliest.
FRAZIER: Well, you got 13 for the price of one. We're gonna start cutting this afternoon. Anything you all got by way of identifications should come through my office.
P.A. OFFICER: What identification? So far, we don't have a passport or visa in the bunch.
FRAZIER: Whatever you find in this luggage, send it over, or they're all going to the anatomy board as Jane Does. Who's the investigating agency?
P.A. OFFICER: If they were alive, they'd be illegals and that would mean Immigration. But they're dead, so they're cargo.
CUSTOMS OFFICER: Cargo, but no contraband. There's nothing here to be seized as a customs violation.
P.A. OFFICER: They're dead on Port Authority property, right?
CUSTOMS OFFICER: Yeah.
P.A. OFFICER: That's a state thing.
STATE TROOPER: We'll eat it. Hey, if it's accidental, then it's just about I.D.s on the stowaways, right?
CUSTOMS OFFICER: Good enough for me, brother.
STATE TROOPER: No reason to open a full case folder that I can see.
RUSSELL: Wait a minute. You C.I.D. guys are rolling out on this?
STATE TROOPER: No crime, no investigation. All you've got right here, Officer Russell, is a lot of paperwork.
FRAZIER: And then there was one.
 

THE GREEK (speaking Greek): Thelees allo?
(Male): Ne.
NICK: Hey, you don't have to do this.
SOBOTKA: No?
NICK: No, anything you gonna say I already said to Spiros.
SOBOTKA: You called him a Greek asshole?
SPIROS: You think we wanted this?
SOBOTKA: I don't know what the fuck you people want and don't want. All I know is I got a can full of young girls suffocating to death on my docks.
SPIROS: This was a mistake.
SOBOTKA: A mistake?! They fucking died in that can while this stupid sonofabitch sat there with his dick in his hands!
SERGE: You know nothing.
SPIROS: We understand you're upset, Frank. We are upset too, okay? Serge was supposed to wait for our friend to come off the boat. Alright? Our friend was supposed to tell us that there was no problem, you know, no customs.
SERGE: He did not come off the boat.
SOBOTKA: Why the fuck not?
SPIROS: This is what we're trying to find out, we don't know.
SOBOTKA: So, because you don't get the right message, these girls are dying on my docks. This is how it goes? On my docks, this happened!
SPIROS: I understand how you feel, but we're upset too, everybody, we're all upset. Nobody here wanted this.
NICK: Uncle Frank, they're saying it wasn't on purpose.
SOBOTKA: You could've told me there were girls in that fucking can. You could've told me so I didn't just shove 'em back in the stacks like I did, right? Why the fuck didn't you tell me what was in that motherfucking can?!
SPIROS: Now, you want to know what's in the cans? Before, you wanted to know nothing, now, you ask. Guns, okay? Drugs, whores... Vodka, BMWs, Beluga caviar... or bombs, maybe, hmm? Bad terrorists with big nuclear bombs. Boom. I am kidding you, Frank, it's a joke. But you don't ask... Because you don't want to know.
SOBOTKA: Tell the Greek that next time he's got something breathing in one of them cans, I need to know it.
NICK: I don't know. Give him a couple now?
(Speaking Greek)

AVON: So, Roberto been caught?
BRIANNA: Yep, D.E.A. Got him in New York.
AVON: Now, the shit makes some sense.
BRIANNA: The money we sent for the last go-round came back. All of it.
AVON: Damn, they ain't gonna touch us now?
BRIANNA: Goddamn Dominicans running around scared, acting like we the problem. Roberto won't even see us. String had to go to the lawyer up there. They sayin' they have to be sure before they get back with us. They seen you only got seven years, so...
AVON: So, they think I'm a motherfucking snitch?
BRIANNA: They ain't sayin' they think it. They just don't know how the feds got to Roberto.
AVON: So, we on the outside.
BRIANNA: Yep. Look... We hangin' on to them projects with scraps. Avon, you gotta have somebody for us?
AVON: A friend in Atlanta, own a rim shop, name of Vargus. Have String fly down there tomorrow and meet him.
BRIANNA: You seen D'Angelo lately?
AVON: He on the J-tier, you know what I mean? It's very difficult for me to get over there, you know?
BRIANNA: So, you ain't checkin' on him, and Donette's out-and-about. I don't know what's what anymore.
AVON: Now, what's up with Donette?
BRIANNA: I leave messages, she ain't call back.
AVON: Well, she ain't had her ass down here regular neither.
BRIANNA: We need to tighten shit up, Avon. I mean, she should be bringing his son by every week.
AVON: Yeah, I'm gonna put String on it too.
BRIANNA: After all he has done for us, Dee needs to be cared for, Avon. Promises were made.
AVON: I know.
BRIANNA: He took the 20, he ain't complainin'. But he is carryin' a lotta weight for this family.
AVON: And we keepin' him close. Dee being cold toward me right now. He in this motherfucker tryin' to make adjustments and shit?
BRIANNA: Adjustments.
AVON: Brianna... You know damn well I ain't gonna let shit happen to him, right?
 

BUNK: You got these off the boat?
McNULTY: What, in winter? In a couple of months. Fringe benefit. Can't catch crabs in Homicide, right?
BUNK: Uh-uh. Except maybe the occasional emergency room nurse every now and again. Ooh. Need some air in here.
McNULTY: Leave it, leave it, leave it. I don't need the hassle if Rawls comes past.
BUNK: You're not the run-of-the-mill kind of asshole, are you, Jimmy? You're a special kind of asshole.
McNULTY: I'm special, right.
BUNK: How long did it take you to figure out the tides took that girl over the county line?
McNULTY: Three hours.
BUNK: Three hours... With your little harbor maps and your tide tables just to stick Rawls with an extra body. Never mind that you just fucked Cole with a stone "whodunit".
McNULTY: That's collateral damage.
BUNK: Yeah. Are you gonna waste that crab gut? You're a pussy, beside, Jimmy... We... We need Omar, Jimmy.
McNULTY: You see this, 13 girls?
BUNK: Yeah, I heard about it.
McNULTY: Who caught it?
BUNK: It ain't ours. Port police has jurisdiction over Patapsco. Ain't gonna be a murder either, so who gives a fuck? Listen, Jimmy, I ain't got no case on Bird unless that crazy motherfucker Omar testifies. You hear me? It's time you show Bunk the love.
McNULTY: You want love, you come and sit on my lap.
BUNK: Shit.
 

HORSEFACE: So, this pretty motherfucker comes over and tells me the customs seal got broke on the dock and I'm responsible. Can you fuckin' believe that? I mean, I seen the goddamn thing on the crane, the seal's already broke.
SOBOTKA: Who got to it?
HORSEFACE: The crew probably. Some goddamn ordinary seaman.
SOBOTKA: What was it?
HORSEFACE: Vodka, I think. I ain't sayin' we didn't squeeze a case or two, but fuck it, Frank, the can was already open.
SOBOTKA: C'mon, Tommie, I didn't come down to the union hall today on the back of no bread truck?
HORSEFACE: I swear, Frank, we grabbed a couple cases at the end, after everyone of them sailor boys damn near raped it.
SOBOTKA: A couple cases?
HORSEFACE: Yeah... Four, yeah.
OTT: What the fuck is up with the police?
SOBOTKA: What?
OTT: They're strokin' tickets on every fuckin' car.
(Police radio chatter)
SOBOTKA: "Rear tag not entirely visible"?
CARVER: You got the tow-bar set high.
SOBOTKA: "Emergency access blocked", are you kidding me? We been parking on the side of the building since the fuckin' ships had sails. C'mon, pal, what the fuck?
CARVER: It ain't me, it's my boss.
SOBOTKA: Who's your boss?
CARVER: Valchek, southeast district.
SOBOTKA: Stan Valchek?
CARVER: The district commander, yeah.
SOBOTKA: That sawed-off piece of shit. Why the hell is fucking with us?
CARVER: Hey listen, whatever it's about, you definitely got the man's attention. 'Cause word comes down this morning from my shift lieutenant, we're supposed to ride past your union hall twice a day and paper cars.
SOBOTKA: You work for a gaping asshole.
CARVER: More than one actually.
SOBOTKA: You know we're not gonna put up with this shit, right? You know we're gonna go downtown on it.
CARVER: Take it all the way to the mayor's office, I can't blame you, but leave me out of it. It's chain-of-command. I mean, I gotta live with the sonofabitch too, right?
 

BEY: Man, you can't tell me this place ain't clean.
TILGHMAN: You talk when I say you can. Who told you to decorate, nigger? Cell look pretty fucked up to me. What you callin' clean?
BEY: Man, I ain't done shit.
TILGHMAN: Don't say that to me, motherfucker, huh?! Pets, too?
BEY: No, no, you see. They plastic, they got little motors and all, man.
TILGHMAN: Clean this shit before lock-down.
(Male) That's four in a row, bitch!
 

VALCHEK: Wait here, this won't take long.
SOBOTKA: What the fuck do you want from me? He's an E-rate and you're a G. He wants the ship, he gets the ship... Seniority, mims, seniority. There ain't no union without it, brother.
HORSEFACE: Your sweetheart's out there.
SOBOTKA: Who? I gotta go, Mims, I got to.
VALCHEK: Kinda empty in here.
SOBOTKA: Everyone's working.
VACLHEK: Ha, you gettin' the message?
SOBOTKA: The message?
VALCHEK: I had people working on a window for the nave up St. Casimir's since Easter, you know that? I took money from half a dozen different people, told 'em where it was gonna go.
SOBOTKA: You tell Father Lewandowski?
VALCHEK: I was gonna surprise him.
SOBOTKA: Yeah, you surprised everybody. Now, there's one window too many, right?
VALCHEK: Well, here's the thing, Father Lew says, he could take another window in the rectory on the second floor.
SOBOTKA: Good for you.
VALCHEK: No, good for you, Frank. You don't want my finger in your eye, you better do what's right here.
SOBOTKA: What's right, huh? What's right would be for you to come down here to my house like a decent human being and ask a common courtesy. But that's not you, it's not your way. My old man always said you were a half-ass punk over at Holy Redeemer as a kid, and my sister said you were a pain in the ass pest at all them C.Y.O. dances when none of the girls would even look at you. And damn near everyone down the point said when you got your badge it was too much for anybody named Valchek to have even a patrolman's drag, and sure enough, you been an official asshole every day since.
VALCHEK (coughing and spitting)
SOBOTKA: Fuck you! And your window!

McNULTY: Where you gonna be?
CLAUDE: Well, I'm gonna go find some lunch somewhere, maybe.
McNULTY: Gimme an hour, yeah?
CLAUDE: Yeah. Hey, what the fuck is this?
McNULTY: A knot.
CLAUDE: Why don't you just do bunny ears?
 

COP#1: So, what else we got?
RUSSELL: Medics, clothes, bedrolls, that's it.
COP#1: Here's a letter though.
RUSSELL: A letter, what language?
COP#1: Who knows? Same backwards-ass writing, though.
COP#2: It's like Russian or something, I'm telling you.
RUSSELL: Can't figure the name or the address, but the stamp says "Magyar" on it.
COP#1: Where's "Magyar"?
RUSSELL: The hell do I look like, Rand McNally?
McNULTY: Hey, which one of your detectives caught all the dead girls?
RUSSELL: Detectives? They're at the bar already.
McNULTY: These yours?
COP#2: They chalked it up as an accidental and dumped on us. She found 'em, she writes on it.
McNULTY: I'm McNulty, city marine unit.
RUSSELL: Beatrice Russell.
McNULTY: You got any I.D.'S yet?
RUSSELL: No visas or passports. A few scraps of paper, but nothing to make sense of. Russian alphabet on most of it. You just curious?
McNULTY: Yeah.
RUSSELL: Why?
McNULTY: Day before yesterday I fished out a jane doe from near the bridge. There's no missing person on file.
RUSSELL: We got 14 bedrolls and 13 bodies.
McNULTY: Mine was a murder.
RUSSELL: A murder, you're kidding me? We got some photos if you wanna take a look.
McNULTY: I called down the morgue this morning, the only thing they can say is the dental work isn't local. Overseas, they think.
RUSSELL: Is that your girl?
McNULTY: Think so. Looks better here.
RUSSELL: You got her in the water, day before yesterday, out by the bridge?
McNULTY: 0900 hours, off the Fort Armistead dock.
RUSSELL: Why would you have a murdered girl in the water and the rest of them are suffocating in a can at Patapsco?
McNULTY: What went wrong?
COP#1: Air pipe up top got crushed.
COP#2: Happened when cargo shifted around, most likely.
RUSSELL: They had cargo up front of the container with a false back after about 25 feet. You had cartons stacked in front, but a tight passage to a small door in the false wall. Opens from the outside only.
McNULTY: They're in here the whole trip?
RUSSELL: Probably not. Once they're at sea, there's usually someone in the crew who's in on it, you know, a shepherd. He let's 'em out to eat, move around, use the bathroom, whatever. They were clawing at the wall for air. That's what the medical examiner said anyway.
McNULTY: Where's the airpipe?
RUSSELL: That's the hole. Pipe's up top.
McNULTY: You get a lot of stowaways?
RUSSELL: Some. Usually it's Customs or I.N.S. that finds 'em. Most are Dominicans or Haitians, or from that part of the world, anyway.
McNULTY: Not so much from Europe? A bit more since 9/11, actually. I think because people can't get in on visas anymore like they used to, there ya go. Usually, if the shepherd is doing his job, he tries to put a can like this on bottom of the stack so, they can pop it and the girls just walk out on the floor of the hold.
McNULTY: Where was this one? Huh.
RUSSELL: What?
McNULTY: That look right to you?
RUSSELL: What do you mean? You said you were with the marine unit?
McNULTY: Yeah.
RUSSELL: What does the marine unit have to do with a bunch of dead girls in a can?
McNULTY: Not a thing.
 

PORT MANAGER: What do you want me to do?
VALCHEK: You can go to Father Lew, ask him to give Sobotka back his money. Switch the windows, maybe.
PORT MANAGER: Stash, you ever in your life seen a priest give money back? The guy pays for a window, he gets a window.
VALCHEK: I thought you had suction.
PORT MANAGER: At city hall, I got suction. Down Annapolis, I got suction. But who but the pope has any drag with the cardinal? Get over it, Stash.
VALCHEK: How the fuck's he get that kinda money anyway?
PORT MANAGER: Now, that's a good question.
VALCHEK: I mean, the whole I.B.S. Can't have 1500 guys left in this town, and they're ain't 100 checkers.
PORT MANAGER: They got the car ships coming in, the roll-on-roll-off cargo is keeping them afloat.
VALCHEK: That's all they got?
PORT MANAGER: Pretty much. Past six months, I.B.S. hired Bruce Dibiago's people to lobby for them down in Annapolis, and they've been good with the political contributions. They're throwing around a lot of cash.
VALCHEK: How can they?
PORT MANAGER: You tell me. Dibiago does not come cheap, Stash. This is real money we're talking.
VALCHEK: You know what I think? I think Francis Sobotka's into some dirt.
PORT MANAGER: You're the cop, not me, Stanoosh. (Laughing)
VALCHEK: "The grainery"?
PORT MANAGER: So, I hear Burrell's gonna be the next police commissioner.
VALCHEK: Yeah, I've seen worse.
 

McNULTY: See, if it's crushed by another container, it should've been one single movement, maybe two if something shifts, then shifts back again. This looks like someone has been pounding on it in a bunch of spots. See?
FRAZIER: Before I rule it, I wanna go down with a metallurgist to be sure, but yeah, from the look of it... You just bought yourself 13 homicides. Congratulations.
 

VALCHEK: If the commissioner goes down to Washington, it's you, right?
BURRELL: That's for the mayor to decide. I'd have to clear the council, too.
VALCHEK: Well, if the mayor wants you, that's not much of a problem.
BURRELL: You been around as long as me, you make a few enemies.
VALCHEK: What, the first district guys? They're not gonna start nothing.
BURRELL: They're pushing Shipley.
VALCHEK: See, that's racist. You know it personally offends me that anybody would reach down past you to elevate some colonel just because he happens to be white. You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna get on the phone and call my friends at the hall. That'll bring the first district in line.
BURRELL: That's very kind, and what, if anything, is there that I can do for you, Major Valchek? (Laughing)
VALCHEK: Funny you should ask, I need a detail. C.I.D. people mostly. Though I can spare some bodies out of my district too.
BURRELL: What for?
VALCHEK: I got some guys in the southeast that are showing a lot of money. Port guys, longshoremen.
BURRELL: I.B.S.?
VALCHEK: Oh, I'm not talking about going after the whole union. Just a couple guys in one local that look fat. Drugs, maybe or the usual thieving. Frank Sobotka, you heard the name?
BURRELL: No.
VALCHEK: And I'm not saying the problem even goes past him.
BURRELL: What's he to you, Stan?
VALCHEK: To me?
BURRELL: Uh-huh.
VALCHEK: He's an asshole. (Laughing)
BURRELL: Six men for six weeks. Rawls will pick 'em.
 

MARLA: You ordered more than you ate. It's cold out here. Cedric, I shouldn't have brought it up again, I'm sorry.
DANIELS: You're right. You're always right.
MARLA: I'm just saying you have to be realistic. You did what you did and now you are where you are.
DANIELS: In the basement.
MARLA: If they buried you any deeper, you'd be under the damn building.
DANIELS: Burrell won't be there forever.
MARLA: Burrell is going to be the next police commissioner and you know it. But you've got the law degree. And with the police experience, a half a dozen firms would think you're a prize. You've got options. Just because they don't--
DANIELS: You're right. You're right. I'll put in my papers.
 

SPAMANATO: Hey, who wants breakfast?
HORSEFACE: Christ, it's about time.
SPAMANATO: Lucky's was closed. I had to go to the metro.
DOCKER#1: I thought Mutt be working Northpoint today. He like them ro-ro ships.
DOCKER#2: Naw, his wife is having some kinda operation, so, he gave back his hours.
NICK: Who got 'em?
SHAVED HEAD DOCKER: New Charles works for Mutt. Yo, Zig. You workin' today?
ZIGGY: No, came down here to have breakfast with you pa-faced fucks. Most important goddamn meal of the goddamn day, right?
NICK: Set 'em up, Dolores, Ziggy's thirsty.
ZIGGY: That's right, I'm thirsty. Hey, you know what? Bottoms up, you ugly whores. Yo, Nick.
NICK: What's up?
ZIGGY: Come here. I got a line on something.
NICK: Oh yeah.
ZIGGY: You know White Mike from down Curtis Bay?
NICK: Yeah.
ZIGGY: He's gonna stake me to a package.
NICK: A package?
ZIGGY: Dope, Nicky, dope.
NICK: I gotta work today, Zig.
ZIGGY: Yeah, and I'm gonna make as much money not working, you see what I'm saying?
NICK: So, why the fuck you coming to me?
ZIGGY: I want you to come in on it with me. You bring a little cash as money-down, my man might give us a bigger package. We turn it around, we both get paid.
OTT: Alright, ship's in, gentlemen.
NICK: Fuck that shit, Zig.
OTT: Time to work!
ZIGGY: Nicky, c'mon, man...
NICK: Ott, can I ride with you?
ZIGGY: Will ya think about it? Hey, Dolores, can I get another shot?
 

(Music on car radio)
(Whistling)
OTT: What's up?
CARVER: D.W.I. checkpoint. Step out of the car for a breathalyzer.
OTT: Who the... It's eight... It's eight in the goddamn morning. Who the... Who the fuck gets drunk at eight in the morning?
CARVER: Sir.
 

M.S.P. COLONEL: Bill, I'm not arguing that the jurisdiction's not technically ours. Patapsco's definitely Port Authority property and the port police have the jurisdiction. That's not in dispute here.
RAWLS: Good.
M.S.P. COLONEL: But they're not equipped for a death investigation. I mean, you dump 13 bodies on them, you're dumping them on us. M.S.P. is gonna have to pick up that slack, overburdened as we are.
RAWLS: Robbie, I have fought and scratched and clawed for four months to get my clearance rate up above 50%, and right now, it stands at exactly 51.6%. Do you happen to know what my clearance rate will be if I take 13 "whodunits" off your hands? 39.4%.
M.S.P. COLONEL: Bill, like I told you--
RAWLS: Hey, we did not get to be colonels by being complete fucking idiots, right? (Laughing) Robbie, you poor bastard, you look like you need a cup of coffee.
(Clearing throat)
(Sighing)
(Laughing)
LANDSMAN: Phew. The man is a god.
 

(Music)
BEY: Yo, big chief.
GUARD: I gotta get him back to maximum security by six, alright?
AVON: Yeah. Come on in, man. Here, sit down. Fix yourself something to eat, man.
BEY: Naw, man, I ain't hungry, I ate.
AVON: What?
BEY: Naw.
AVON: You crazy, this is good shit, man. Better get in this.
BEY: Naw.
AVON: Look, man, if he tearin' your room down, man, we keep bringin' more stuff in. It's gonna get so he can't tear it down fast enough. Ya feel me?
BEY: He fucked with my fish though A. Man, I don't... He ain't have to go there, man.
AVON: What's up with this motherfucker?
BEY: You remember Ladontay? Burner from over the Poe homes? Finally caught him over at Carver parking lot after school?
AVON: We did that?
BEY: A-ight, Tilghman was Ladontay's cousin or some such. He found out I ate the charge, he bustin' my chops.
AVON: Ladontay? I can't even remember that one. You need a scorecard to keep up with your lethal ass.
BEY: Avon, he fixin' to stay in my shit.
AVON: Listen. I'm gonna talk to him, alright? I'ma set it straight. Alright? What's his name again?
BEY: Tilghman, he work the dayshift on J-tier.
AVON: I seen him around.
BEY: Yo, man, all these C.O.'S are frontin' and shit. You got the guards bringin' your meals in. This punk motherfucker Tilghman runnin' around actin' righteous, but he bringin' shit in here, steady slingin' on the side.
AVON: Don't fret. Alright? It's nothing. I'ma take care of it.
 

FRAZIER: The city won 't take it?
McNULTY: No, it's Port Authority property, it's state jurisdiction.
FRAZIER: So, it's M.S.P. out of Pikesville.
McNULTY: Case needs real murder police.
FRAZIER: You don't give a shit, just wanna fuck Rawls, don't you?
McNULTY: Absolutely. What can you give me?
RAWLS: This is about fucking over your boss?
McNULTY: Well, if they don't eat the cases, then you will.
McNULTY: What do you need?
FRAZIER: First of all, how big was the false compartment?
McNULTY: 13 by 7 by 7.
FRAZIER: Okay, we got 13 adult females, breathing at a normal to elevated rate, that's... .25 liters of oxygen per minute, per victim.
RUSSELL: He's a doctor?
FRAZIER: A state Bureau of Mines.
RUSSELL: Minds?
FRAZIER: Mines.
 

AVON: Officer Tilghman. Officer Tilghman, I was wondering if I could parlay with you for a moment.
TILGHMAN: Barksdale, right?
AVON: Yeah. Listen, I want to know if you can help me--
TILGHMAN: No!
AVON: Pardon me?
TILGHMAN: I said, no, motherfucker. Off the steps.
 

CLAUDE: What the fuck are you up to now? (Dialing) You're deep into somebody's shit, McNulty. I can tell. (Laughing)
 

RAWLS: This is bullshit.
M.S.P. COLONEL: Those computations were checked and confirmed by the medical examiner's office. They're accurate for time-of-death to within a three-hour window.
RAWLS: Yeah, so you say.
M.S.P. COLONEL: Your own man in the city marine unit did the measurements on the container.
RAWLS: I happen to know my man in the marine unit intimately and he's, without a doubt, the most swollen asshole in American law enforcement. I am not eating 13 murders. No sir! If they were already dead when the container hit the dock, then they were murdered on board ship. That means Baltimore County or Anne Arundel on the other side of the bridge, and if they're further down the bay, then you fellas with the coast guard can take it. This is not a city problem. Talk amongst yourselves, fellas. One of you is taking this case home tonight.
M.S.P. COLONEL: No, Bill. The Atlantic Light passed the Key Bridge at 2300 hours and laid up at anchor, 2,000 yards off Patapsco, until 0600 when it docked.
COAST GUARD: By the map, that's Baltimore City.
SHERIFF: And that put the ship in your jurisdiction for the three-hour window for the time of death.
M.S.P. COLONEL: Bill, you look like you could use a good cup of coffee.
(Phone ringing)
 

ZIGGY: Yo. Mikey. What's up?
WHITE MIKE: No.
ZIGGY: No what?
WHITE MIKENo fuckin' way you little rat-faced piece of shit. You fucked up the last two packages I gave you.
ZIGGY: Mikey, look man, that wadn't me.
WHITE MIKE: You got money, Zig, you can buy a little weight. You got no money, go fuck yourself.
ZIGGY: Mike, I thought we was friends.
WHITE MIKE: Did you fuck up the last two packages?
ZIGGY: Sorta.
WHITE MIKE: Are you beat to shit?
ZIGGY: No.
WHITE MIKE: Take a walk, my friend.
 

STRINGER: What's up, man?
AVON: What's up, playboy?
STRINGER: That thing in Atlanta, settled for now. So, we got that, you know.
AVON: Good, I ain't call you down for that, man. Called you down here 'cause we got a C.O. in here with some bullshit.
STRINGER: Who?
AVON: Name's Tilghman. He kin to that boy that Wee-Bey dusted down over in that school lot. He can't let go of that shit, neither.
STRINGER: Tilghman, huh?
AVON: Right, alright. Listen, Brianna reminded me, man. We got promises we got to keep.
STRINGER: I know, I heard.
AVON: You need to get with Dee's girl. Have her bring that youngin' down here regular. She need to step up and do her fuckin' part.
STRINGER: Alright. How's Dee takin' it? I mean, he gonna do what need to be done, man. You know what I'm sayin'. Dee need a little help every now and again, but...
STRINGER: He ain't outta reach or nothing like that, right?
AVON: Naw, not like that.
STRINGER: You sure? He's carrying a lot of weight for us, man.
AVON: String, he's family, man. Alright? He's family.
 

BUNK: C'mon, Jimmy. Take it to the head, baby. C'mon. Tell her you were first in line. (Laughing) that's it.
FREAMON: There it is.
BUNK: One more, baby, come on.
FREAMON: There you go.
McNULTY: That's enough, that's enough.
FREAMON: Aw no, no, no, no, no. You gotta do all 14 of them bad boys, one for every member of the deer family you gave to Cole.
McNULTY: Here's to Ray Cole, a fine detective and a goodly man. (Laughing)
BUNK: Jimmy, the look on Jay Landsman's face. He nearly fucking cried.
FREAMON: And Rawls?! Rawls, I swear to God, the man stayed in his office all day. All afternoon. He just stayed there with the door closed.
McNULTY: Careful, you're giving me an erection.
FREAMON: C'mon now.
BUNK: Motherfucker, you have outdone yourself this time. You ain't never coming back from this, you know that.
McNULTY: Lester, what the fuck can they do to me they haven't done? I'm riding the goddamn boat. Fuck it, I don't give a shit, here's to jane Doe 13.
FREAMON: Alright.
McNULTY: 11 more years of whatever bullshit they throw at me. I'm gonna put in my papers, take the pension and walk.
FREAMON: Yeah. 11's a long time to be on the shelf.
McNULTY: Tell me about it, Mr. 13 years...
FREAMON: And four months.
McNULTY: Fuck it. If they chew you up, they gotta spit you back out. 14.
BUNK: He did it. Fuck.
McNULTY: Whoa.
BUNK: Easy, motherfucker, I ain't pickin' up that shit.
FREAMON: Go that way, go that way. Go that way.
 

DOCKER: Hey, man, anybody still in there?
OTT: They're keeping La-La. He had an old warrant on him.
DOCKER: For what?
OTT: I don't know. Some traffic shit, man. The bondsman's inside, trying to get it all figured out.
DOCKER: Hey man, well, what the fuck was this all about anyway? Jerkin' us around on the way to work.
SOBOTKA: It's a beef I got with a police boss. Charlie Valchek's little pissant brother.
OTT: Well, you gotta get that taken care of, man. I mean, this shit's outta hand.
SOBOTKA: Oh, I'ma take care of it.
OTT: Yeah, hey, y'all need a lift?
DOCKER: Yeah.
OTT: Alright. I'll see ya. Alright, talk to ya.
SOBOTKA: That runt wants a war, he's got one.
 

(Laughing)
BUNK: Not supposed to be talkin' anyway.
LANDSMAN: Bunk, Lester.
BUNK: Yeah.
LANDSMAN: You two winners are on the Jane Does.
BUNK: What?! Hey, we're not up, Jay. We caught the double in Pimlico last week.
LANDSMAN: Cole's gonna take the double. You two got pussy in a can.
FREAMON: Jay, that ain't right.
LANDSMAN: You know what ain't right? Our squad has a negative clearance rate for the year. A negative rate. Now, I'm not saying Ray Cole isn't a good detective. But I need those 14 cases to go black, so, I got my best people on it. Ray. Lay it on 'em.
COLE: Name and number of the port cop who processsed the scene. And the best of luck to you in all your future endeavors, detectives.
FREAMON: Motherfucker.
BUNK: Beatrice Russell. She pretty at least?
 

PEARLMAN: Last night, you're too drunk to fuck. Today, you're too hung over. What's the most useless thing on a woman?
McNULTY: What?
PEARLMAN: A drunken Irishman. But you're not really Irish, are you?
McNULTY: I had 14 shots of Jameson. How's that for green?
PEARLMAN: Oh, you're green, alright. You're also an idiot, who does 14 shots? You're a child, McNulty.
McNULTY: Oww.
PEARLMAN: Show up at my door at two in the morning again, without invitation, I will call the cops.
McNULTY: Why would you wanna do that?
PEARLMAN: Jimmy. Am I your girlfriend, no. Your wife, no. Your soul mate, no. What the fuck am I, Jimmy?
McNULTY: We're good together.
PEARLMAN: Answer the question.
McNULTY: Well... I've been pretty honest with you. My wife wants to put it back together again, I'm gonna go for it, right? You know, what with the kids and all... You got any aspirin? For chrissakes, Ronnie, I'm dying in here.
 

FREAMON: A real police department would have an elevator.
BUINK: So, you Russell? Bunk Moreland. Lester Freamon.
RUSSELL: I'm still on hold with the Coast Guard, Delaware River detachment.
BUNK: What do we know?
RUSSELL: Atlantic Light is in Philly, heading for Port of Elizabeth tonight. I'm trying to get them to hold her.
FREAMON: Anyone from your C.I.D. working this?
RUSSELL: Nope. I heard there's a big argument over jurisdiction and your colonel made everybody mad. All you get is me.
FREAMON: Still on hold? We can call this in from the road.
RUSSELL: You're with city homicide?
BUNK: Uh-huh.
RUSSELL: You must know Jimmy McNulty?
BUNK: Yeah, he's dead to us.
 

VALCHEK: Gentlemen, make yourselves at home.
AUGIE: I've seen worse.
VALCHEK: It's leased by the Highway Authority, but we can use it for an off-site.
YOUNG DETECTIVE: Furnace work?
VALCHEK: It does. And the phone lines. You'll need window units if you're here come summer, but somehow I get a feeling that you gents will put together a case quicker than that. Now, this here... is my district investigator, Roland Pryzbylewski. Kid's a prodigy. Anything you need from me, you go to him. Gentlemen, the target is Frank Sobotka and anyone Frank Sobotka does his dirt with. Roland'll fill you in on the details. Good hunting.
AUGIE: So, who signs the overtime slips?
(Laughing)
 

(Laughing)
SOBOTKA: Sonofabitch. You are a fuckin' thief, aren't ya? This is where our taxes go.
HORSEFACE: I do good work, don't I?
SOBOTKA: Yes, you do, let's get it on the fucking can right now.
OTT: Horseface, you sonofabitch.
HORSEFACE: Christ, I'm gonna bust the only nut I got left.
SOBOTKA: C'mon, boys. Ain't no heavier than the pallates we usually handle.
HORSEFACE: Finishing touch, boys.
SOBOTKA: Bon voyage. (Laughing)
OTT: There she goes.
 

GUARD: This area's, um, restricted. Yes, sir, no problem.
SAM: Amir, Amir. Why don't we sail?
AMIR: They're holding the ship.
SAM: Who?
AMIR: Coast Guard, the Americans.
SAM Why?
(Shouting)
SERGE'S MAN: Fuck, Serge, you almost break my hand.
SERGE: Bring him up! Siga vashanoo. Siga vashanoo.
GUARD: Have a good day, officer.
SERGE: Okay, I'll see you.
 

COMICS READER: Yo, yo, yo. Now, get up in there. Last call before lock-down, yo. Make it snappy now. How you like that?
DEE: It's good, baby, it's beautiful. Mos def, man. Hey, man, watch your back, be good, baby.
AVON: What up, man?
DEE: Yeah, he left that in here.
AVON: Huh?
DEE: It's his.
AVON: So, how you doin'?
DEE: Alright.
AVON: Yeah? Me and you gonna need to talk.
(Buzzer)
 

BUNK: So, who's on board?
SEAMAN: 38 in the crew, 14 are Yemeni. Eight are Sri Lankan. There are five Filipinos and the rest are from here, there and back again.
RUSSELL: Anybody speak English?
SEAMAN: What you're asking them about, I'll be amazed if any of them manages a word.
FREAMON: Where's your captain?
SEAMAN: At the Coast Guard office. Angry as hell because we're due on a New Jersey pier tomorrow morning.
BUNK: You ain't gonna make it.
SEAMAN: I gotta tell you, every day that you hold us costs the shipping agent 100,000 dollars. The Atlantic Light is a huge enterprise.
BUNK: The Atlantic Light is a crime scene.
 

SERGE: Don't try to play tough guy. I'm not the one getting my ass kicked. Talk to me! Tell me what I need to know. Get him up. Talk about girls.
SAM: No girls, nothing. No English.
SERGE: You no speak English, but you know how to run, eh? Why you run from ship? Huh?!
SAM: Separakalo.
SERGE: What the fuck that suppose to mean?
SAM: Separakalo.
SPIROS: Ah. They got him in Philadelphia. He jumped when he found out the Coast Guard was gonna hold the ship.
THE GREEK: What is he?
SPIROS: Serge says he looks like an Arab.
SERGE: He don't know nothing.
THE GREEK: But you kept hitting him anyway. Get his clothes. Fumez-vous? You don't mind, I'm gonna have one. (Coughing) Voce fala portugues? Farsi? C'mon, let's talk.
SAM: No English.
THE GREEK: Tell me what happened to the girls?
SAM: No... No speak.
THE GREEK: What then? What do you speak? C'mon, talk to me, friend.
SAM: Then mee-lao anglezika!
THE GREEK: Ellinos eise? (Grunting) Turkish, huh? You got that little hook on your nose. Don't worry, patrioti. I got nothin' against the Turks. That's the old world. This is the new. Posso len-ne?
SAM: Sam.
THE GREEK: Sam.
SAM: I don't know nothin' about-- you know.
THE GREEK: And you're going to tell me about it, too. After that? You're done, I give you my word.
SAM: We popped the can to let 'em take a bath. Get some fresh air. You gotta understand, my crew, they pullin' on their putsos for weeks. These girls, they looked pretty good. Katalavenis?
THE GREEK: Yes.
SAM: The men had cash to spend. I admit it, I saw chance for business, but that was all.
THE GREEK: What happened? One of the putanas decided she didn't want to be a putana no more. This one guy got rough with her... The whore died. The other ones saw. I didn't know what to do.
THE GREEK: You kill one, then you kill them all.
SAM: No, that was another man.
THE GREEK: Another man, what man?
SAM: The one girl... They saw, they knew. Separakalo, kirio.
THE GREEK: Relax. I gave you my word.
(Choking)
SPIROS: Watch your shoes.
THE GREEK: Goddamn Turko. Bleeds like a lamb. In a year, each whore would bring a quarter million. What is it?
SPIROS: Four million dollars.
THE GREEK: Done.
SPIROS: Malaka.
THE GREEK: Anyway, there will be other girls. Oh. This one, no fingerprints. No face.
SERGE: That's not a problem.
(Chattering)