Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Okay, l'll remember that. We saved a cat. What do you want?
Yeah. Hey, Fast Eddie.
-Oh, Jesus. -Okay, relax.
Never seen so many suspensions and reprimands and charges of misconduct.
Move on out to Travis Town.
-l'm afraid l insist. -Oh, you insist?
Hey, go spit, Riggs.
What's wrong with you? Don't l pay you good? Don't l take care of you?
You're lying on the ice.
Do tell me.
Twenty-two? Come on. You got protection?
-Don't tell me to get out! -Get out. Leo, out, out!
-Threat or scare? -The real thing.
I wanna know now. Where did this gun come from?
No. No.
Travis.
This PMS, it's murder.
Hey, hey. Give me my fucking wallet.
I haven't got any problems, Rog.
-Morning, Trish. Hey.
...who fired on a police officer, your partner.
Here.
Get off of my boat, Riggs.
That wasn't a toy in his hand.
-Don't push. -All of you, go!
-You got any silver, any change? -We're cops.
-Am I getting to you? You trying to bait me?
Blood bubbles. Okay.
I wouldn't know. I'm not interested in armored cars.
Jaywalking? Oh, Jesus, come on.
Get those cases and kill that dog.
Hey, Smitty, come here. Come here.
-Get off me! What is it with you? Hold it.
Oh, yeah. You kill a lot of people.
Come on, what do you say? We got a deal?
...and you whip that head around to catch the target over there.
Okay, this is it. See, these guys always wanted me to do favors for them.
Get back to work.
Where's Riggs? Where the hell is Riggs?
-Jack. -Bye, Billy.
I don't care whose mistake it was. She's fired.
At least he didn't tell them about that nail-gun incident.
Happy Retirement Wayne!
Watch.
I'm here to talk to a prisoner, sergeant, Billy Phelps.
- At least. - l'll get married in here.
Happy Retirement!
You wash your hands?
Oh, no, shit. You don't wanna hear. This is piddly shit.
God, don't do this to me. Breathe.
What the hell's going on?
Uh, right here. Rianne's got a new job. l promised her I'd stop by.
Let's keep cool. You better get your girdle out of mothballs.
Riggs! Riggs!
You really are a beautiful man.
You'll be fine. -Ouch. That's--
No, I take that back.
Sorry, honey, l gotta do it. l gotta look.
-Okay, okay, okay. l got you. -Jesus Christ.
Early paroles on the work furlough program.
Excuse me, do you own your home?
I'm okay. I think we gotta book this guy for not wearing his seat belt though.
Look how he's covering up.
A little pepper, then you massage it a little bit.
Okay, but keep your head down. Keep your head down.
Oh, l love surprises.
-Leo, it's gonna be okay. -Yeah, well, I'm-- I'm numb.
All right.
They got a housing project called Rancho Arroyo.
-...and you're hassling me? -Shut up!
And, um, meet me in my office.
-What? Didn't you brush your teeth? Hold it, mister.
- Find one that fits. - Ten more years of this.
Where's it stored? Where did they move it?
- Yeah. - So what?
-Listen, where's the sergeant? -He's not here at the moment, Delores.
so doug
Hey, you started this.
-Word. -Word.
-Whatever you say, Jack. -Good.
All right. Just stay close.
- Any ideas? - Lucky thing we got a plan.
-You shouldn't have led her on. -Led her on? I didn't do anything, Riggs.
- Leo. - Listen, l got great news, okay?
-l'll give you a real good reason. -Hey, Tyrone, this is Travis.
Just like houses, friendships need strong foundations.
-Wanna sign in here, sarge? -Sure.
He shot me. Look at all the blood.
He spent the night in hospital.
You could do with less aggravation. Come to work with me.
Riggs! Hey, Riggs. Riggs!