Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

all hand-to-hand undercover buys of CDS...
except getting potholes filled.
Not if you want His Honor to give you the job permanent.
He never talks like that.
Knock it out.
They coming back!
Cars that are shopped for service don't come back for weeks.
How about a hand job?
Detective Norris.
at the end of the week.
Caroline, call Q.R.T. With that 20 and stay on the wire.
Cheese is only a level below Proposition Joe.
So y'all go to the movies.
All you got to do is name a guy.
- You play the right song... - Hey, Bunk.
- No, the baddest nigga of all time? - Who?
You know them niggers is gonna get mad busy over this.
Sixteen in a month.
It ain't nothing but dust and bricks over there now.
If there's anything I can help with or any questions you need answered...
But if bodies keep falling in the Eastern District...
If we catch up to him, he don't come in alive.
Come on, sweetheart, just a few more seconds.
Speaking of muscle, man, you hear from that man I sent you?
What?
"He was my dawg, man."
They're yours.
Funny day.
You remember how you said...
Been more than a damn year.
Yeah.
Three!
But right now, Stringer's quiet and over on the East side, we got bodies.
He'll live.
My man, you don't even get Weezy Jefferson for a hand job.
"Steve McQueen, huh? That's your fantasy?
Dead-ass motherfucker's dead.
- Do that again. - Do what again?
Shakedown!
Put a murder case or two together...
Fuck the police!
Don't bother.
Get back to work.
Looks like polka dots. But that's just something you gotta know from experience.
One guy, one act, one time.
He's like, "Young man, you know where the Poe House is?"
That has to matter.
Hey, hold on now. This is gonna be good for you, too.
You think this boy woke up yesterday morning...
Just accept whatever pictures are on my mind right now.
Done.