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[omar]

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[thefuckdidido]

That ain't smuggling, Ricki -- that's just theft.

[rickitikitarr]

Well, when you actually get into the professional nitty gritty of it, the lines blur a lot more than you'd think. Come over here, I'll tell you the whole story.

[thefuckdidido]

Okay, but I want it on the fucking record that I'm agreeing to absolutely nothing.

[He'll probably wind up giving him the gun anyway -- if he's convinced, that is. But on the record...]

[rickitikitarr]

Let the record so note.

See you in the hall.

[thefuckdidido]

[As long as the walk is, it takes McNulty a while to get to Ricki.

Or he opens Omar's front door. Either way.]

[rickitikitarr]

[Ricki flags him down, with a whistle and a wave. He has a sort of easy energy to him, it's easy to see his potential to be engaging, vivid.]

I keep wanting to call you constable.

[thefuckdidido]

((And now here!))