Bunk and McNulty successfully work a crime scene, communicating only through variations of the word “fuck”.
oh darn.
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You gonna help, huh? You gonna look out for me? You gonna look out for me, Sergeant Carver? Do you mean it? You gonna look out for me? You promise? You got my back, huh?!
Reblogged from BALLAD OF A COMEBACK KID
Tags: the wire this scene
How come they know you’re police when they hook up with you. And they know you’re police when they move in. And they know you’re police when they decide to start a family with you. And all that shit is just fine until one day it ain’t no more. One day, it’s ‘You should have a regular job’ and ‘You need to be home at five o’clock’.
Reblogged from BALLAD OF A COMEBACK KID
Fighting the war on drugs, one brutality case at a time.
You can’t even call this shit a war.
Why not?
Wars end.THE TARGET (1.01)
Reblogged from I don't want to eat the apple of cynicism.
All my people, man. My father, my uncle, my cousins; it’s just what we do. You just live with this shit until you can’t breathe no more. I swear to god I was courtside for 8 months and I was freer in jail than I was at home. I want it to go away. I want what Wallace wanted. I wanna start over. I just wanna go somewhere where I can breathe like regular folk.
Reblogged from no such thing as ironic collage
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