A lot of chatter in the Eastern saying something’s going on with this Patriots and Giants meetup. Know anything about that? These are two crews that just had a some beef not too long ago. Repping different areas though. Doesn’t make sense.

[Sighs] Fuckin’ A.

[Takes quick pull of Jameson bottle]

We’re just sitting rubbing our dicks together while we could be doing some real police work. Just don’t have the backing to come down on these things anymore. If city hall got its shit together, we could have men down on every corner making picks. As it stands, don’t no one in this town have any idea what’s going on.

[Downs eight shots of Jameson, licks a strange woman's butthole]

Fucking chain of command. You know, you pull all these wins out of the vacants and what? We make a little noise, it gooses the stats, but it’s not enough to make Carcetti really give a shit, not with the ass-pounding he’s taking on the schools issue. But if we can make it look like one team, say the Patriots, got all these in a row, eighteen and fucking oh, ain’t no way they can dodge all that attention. Undefeated team? Shit, you’ll get national press in here. All’s we gotta do is create a pattern.

Bunk: Nah. Naaaaahhhhh. Ain’t gonna have no part a’ this shit, Jimmy. Man’s gotta live by a code. You can do this shit, but you do it alone. Hell, everybody know Giants ain’t got shit anyway.

[McNulty drinks flowerpot full of Jameson, staggers off bar stool]

What the fuck did I do?