Listen to me, gentlemen. You’ve been terrible. Fucking terrible. You have made the citizens of Baltimore very unhappy, and when they get unhappy, Burrell gets Royce up his ass which puts Burrell up mine. Now my ass is not the most pleasant place to be, I’ll grant you, but compared to you sacks of shit it’s Gunga fucking Din. You humps are gaping assholes. I know it, and I’ll be fucked if everybody from here to goddamned Annapolis didn’t know it.

I know that this’ll be real fucking hard for you to hear, but believe it or not, not everything is about you. Get it into your head that Baltimore doesn’t give two shits whether you win or lose. Baltimore wants to not get shot and maybe head down to the Harbor to celebrate that goddamned miracle, and it’d be a whole lot easier if you douchebags didn’t shit the fucking bed every night. The city isn’t riding on your shoulders any more than Farrah Fawcett is riding mine. You’re just a bunch of cocksuckers who get paid more than the rest of us. Nothing more or less.

It fucking pains me to get called in here to tell you how to do your job like a goddamned wet nurse when yo blood makes our streets look like the fucking Potomac. I have real shit to do and this is not it. Now I hear from Perlozzo here that you have a bit of a win streak going. So congratulations. Really. And remember — the motherfucker telling you this, he fucking hates your guts.

Deputy Commissioner William Rawls would like it very fucking much if you stopped asking him about the goddamned Wire