Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You know, I'm sorry about your loss.
Men of color usually don't do themselves.
You're kidding me.
Hell, no.
somewhere back in the '50s or '60s...
I got 70 cops retiring at the end of the year that I know of...
- What's up? - Nothing good, man.
That's a force of nature.
Yeah, so we out on Carlton.
Tri finally got that M. Done it on foot, too.
"Not impossible knife wasn't a comb."
Okay.
- Good? - I can't stand it anymore!
- I'm being a gentleman, man. - I'm really not interested, okay?
and it gave us permission...
Come on. Go with number three.
We'll be photographing evidence at the scene.
Y'all ain't seen him?
The Mayor delayed it till next summer.
Yeah, Dozerman's girl, what's her name?
Doze tried to return fire, he dropped his piece.
It was a good night.
So, what else do you need?
I'm like, "I don't know no Edward Allan Poe."
This nigga from New York, from the olden days, Bumpy something.
There's never been a paper bag...
How'd you work it out with the corner crews...
Levy got everything straightened up tight for me, man.
- "Woof"? - "Woof," like a dog.
You know what, man? I don't even know no Prop Joe.
278.
"The Poe House. The Edward Allan Poe House."
- Good choice. - Go ahead, say it.
Yo, T. T man.
You want me to pull the postmortem on this?
This old white motherfucker and his wife roll up.
and you can't even start to connect the fucking dots.
Thank you, young man.
As far as bodies go, four's a big number.
Hey, his ass, his choice.
I mean, yes. It's a little hectic, but everybody stepping off at the right time.
But until then, I'm stuck in a job with no power...