With Greggs in the hospital on life support, the police pull out all of the stops in searching for the shooters. They start by bringing in the go-between who led Orlando and Greggs into the trap but find they actually have little to charge him with. McNulty is blaming himself for all that's happened and Major Rawls is surprisingly supportive of him. Greggs' fellow officers are all keen to find her killers but the Commissioner wants to stage huge raids, including one on the recently discovered stash house. Daniels and McNulty realize that someone in the squad is feeding information to the Deputy Chief. D'Angelo thinks he's had it when Stringer sends him off on an errand with Wee-Bay. Wallace meanwhile is living at his grandmother's but is staying in contact with his friends the pit. Written by
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When Bay teaches D to look after his many large tropical fish tanks, he points out his "tetras". He then gives them names and describes their romantic attachments. The fish in the tank look nothing like tetras. They are 3-spot gouramis. Male gouramis go after the females fattest with the most eggs. They not in the least monogamous. It is not an error, but Bay's tanks have kitschy ceramic sleeping Beauty castles in them. The rest of the equipment looks advanced and high tech. It jars that he seems to be cross between a 7 year old girl and a professional aquarist, but then I have no idea what thugs' aquariums look like in reality. Perhaps the idea is to show what an adult with a 7-year old mind would create with thousands of dollars to spend. See more
Listen to me, you fuck! You did a lot of shit here. You played a lot of fucking cards, and you made a lot of fucking people do a lot of fucking things they didn't wanna do. This is true; we both know this is true. You, McNulty, are a gaping asshole. We both know this. Fuck if everybody in CID doesn't know it! But fuck if I'm gonna stand here and say you did a single fucking thing to get a police shot! You did not do this, you fucking hear me? This is not on you. No, it isn't, asshole! Believe ...
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