Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Turns out "Barksdale, D'Angelo" got himself rung up as a suicide.

Put your hands up! Put your hands up! Hands on your head!

So, I'm guessing from the Terrace...

sat on the edge of his bed and said, "Today's my day to die"?

- You know you wanna. - Excuse me?

Not a call since we gave it up to Cheese.

I thought you might broker a meeting.

- He might have groomed them to death. - Yeah.

Well, if you inclined to work something out, that's one thing.

This is the Com Center.

You know, I actually looked up the stats on Gus Triandos.

White flour splotches all over her fine brown skin.

You see the brake lights pump twice, you know we got a clean hand-to-hand.

"I knew you were a cocksucker from the first time I laid eyes on you.

Damn, bitch, ain't you even listening?

You're early man on tomorrow. So go home. See your kid.

Come on, be a gentleman, come on.

These corner boys we dealing with...

from Buddy Ferraro over at DPW.

back in the dawn of time...

Where's he sling?

Well, he was asking if you could maybe talk to the reporters.

In the wind, but we're locking it down out there.

You offer up what you have on this, you start the clock running on yourselves.

What, mid-back as in...

and keep this office informed of your residence...

- I know you want to say it. - Say what? There's nothing to say.

- You get yourself home? - Yeah.

What's this, some psychology?

Nigger, that ain't nothing but bait.

Anybody I want?

I mean, he called you by name, String.

"I ain't never seen nothing like this before. This the end of the world now."

that's what we're gonna need. Close to downtown.

"Looking up at me all bloody and shit.

I mean, he looked like this little kid who got left at a bus station by his parents.

And what the fuck? I mean, when it comes to the crime thing...

Come on, baby. I got a place right here in Camden.

No, on the consequences.

I'm being a gentleman about it for the moment

It's okay. Thank you. Thanks.

You know I'm with Avon, right?