Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I got someplace I need to be at 12, you understand?
Let's see if he went down.
It's Kaller. He just missed them at the Canal Street station.
You never told me. I gotta send you one, man.
Yo.
All right. Come on, come on. Upstairs. Seal the stairwell.
- Is he drunk? - I don't know.
I'll let you know when I know. Out of my face!
All right, so I stuck a gun in some guy's mouth.
We gotta quash this thing before he gets his legs back.
He's supposed to wear a suit when he leaves.
Look...
- Everybody's coming. - Nobody's coming, okay?
...when I give the eulogy at your funeral.
You are not gonna make it.
Over here.
- I ain't nobody. - Shut up.
And you can't find him.
- Okay? - Okay.
I don't know. We woke him up.
Commissioner, sir.
...you got a choice to make.
Down! Get down!
- Everything is gonna be fine. - Hang on!
Because you're a thief. And that's what you are, Eddie.
Oh, no, don't tell him to shut up.
And I never figured you'd cap one of those guys.
...they don't shoot other cops.
This is my fault, all right?
He was gonna take down our case! What were we supposed to do?
I did what they did.
- I don't want the peanuts. - Bye.
I have information...
This is Detective Jack Mosley. Shield number 227.
- You saw that, right? You heard him, right? - Yeah. He never opens the door.
Trying to stay alive a little longer. You sound a little...
- You can't leave. - Yes, I can. Thank you, Jack Mosley.
I want you to get me Assistant District Attorney MacDonald...
- Anything for me? - Breath mints.
- Here. Cuff yourself. - What are you doing, Jack?
I appreciate it. You're the right guy.
...you're gonna be slipping into Carol's Clip and Curl...
- Armed robbery, assault, beats old women... - I never had no armed robbery!
Yeah, one is an old lady. She's sick, she about to die.
- It's not a good sign. - Hands behind your back.
...and hand you this phone so we can talk, okay?
Like I said, you're looking good.
Angel-food-cake recipe right here.
Make room, make a hole.
Okay, okay. Okay, we gotta go.
He was a stupid old man who wouldn't keep his mouth shut.
We're gonna find you.
...and go back to where you came, with your gimpy leg and your shot-up hand?
I see your limp acting up. You ought to get that checked out.
- That's what I get for hiring drug addicts. - Grab the gun.
Oh, hi.
Down! Head down!
Sergeant Cannova called. Wants you to write up this wire request.
Oh, yeah. You give the car keys to your best friend.
Or Yu-Gi-Oh! You ever heard of Yu-Gi-Oh!?
Hey!
Thank you for doing the right thing, Jack Mosley. God bless you.
It's a nothing thing.
...do you believe the kid?
I mean, Jack, I got nobody else.
- You thinking what I'm thinking? - I'm already there.
And all you gotta do is look the other way.
Speak to me. Come on, somebody, speak to me.
- Is everybody okay? - Yeah.
...on Detective Torres' cell phone. Area code 917-935...
That you're a self-medicating, depressed individual.
- We'll get you home. - Yes, please.
Yo, why you stopping?
No names, or that one's a cop. It'll help to have some eyes.
Bigmouth.
I did another bad thing when I used you.
I'm gonna make money, Jack. Open up my bakery.
I'm sorry that I got you in this situation.
You're gonna have to do it.