Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- You fucker, you're up to something. - I'm up to nothing, I'm telling you.

Or how about I come up at him from behind and...

I'm told he can receive visits, and he's been moved to Recovery Unit.

And this being Baltimore...

Tell me something good.

As of this tour...

You got any coffee going in there?

All shifts, all sectors.

Gus Triandos. Big slow guy.

What'd he do, hang himself twice?

All kinds of disrespect.

They wanna see if we're gonna be weak or real.

"even then. I ain't never gonna find another."

Well, the Mayor fucked you, 'cause I know that money was in the budget.

If we ain't doing hand-to-hands, then what the fuck?

You don't think this can happen to you?

Go ahead, call me a cocksucker.

The man look at me all sad and shit, like I let him down.

So I gather you're not working at this particular time.

And the autopsy report, it backs us up.

No, tell him I'm cooked. I just got done at the hospital, I'm all in.

What did you expect?

Press loves it and you score.

Hell, you ain't laying no bodies on me, man.

like, "Where the shit? Who got the shit?"

But the fact is we didn't create this unit just to lock up dope dealers.

Don't think you all needed to do that.

Corner men out of the pit.

'Cause the slingers out here, they're like the crack babies' babies.

He won't close for a while.

- God, what a beautiful film. - I couldn't understand a word.

You got eight hours to get a grip on this mess or you're done. You hear me?

how hard you looking for him?

Just doing what I'm told.

Get the workaday trade.

"Oh, Rob. Oh, Rob."

I believe this could be my first.

You can't sit where I'm sitting and backdoor the fucking Mayor.

Jesus, Tommy. I'd like to shit.