Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Talk about what was going on back when you was running wild in the DEU.
FBI field reports.
You talking to the Mayor...
What you listening to? Hold up, take them plates first.
Just dial 91 1 and talk to whoever pick up.
The money is part of my case.
-They was like, you know-- -Tears, right? You were about to cry.
your boy Wallace, shot dead in the low-rises.
Let the satellite do the work.
I know it meant damn near nothing to me when you came in beating the drum.
Mr. Price, Damien.
Your ass ain't got to be hard all the goddamn time, neither.
About the time that your nephew beat that charge.
Word? I heard he was out the game.
Clay wanted to meet you, see if there was any help he can offer.
No one on that detail has come to me for any kind of subpoena.
-You're done. -Why?
You ain't hearing me, Wallace.
Check this, Poot. Little Man left his player and shit.
You're not on the license, you're not a listed owner.
What the hell is Sterling's?
Listen, this case is gonna move forward...
You think we all didn't know?
but he doesn't want to run it up to the bosses until he knows more.
You'd rather live in shit than let the world see you work a shovel.
asking questions, doing background checks.
It's clear upstairs.
I just feel like this just ain't finished.
You need me, hit me on the third number.
Unfreeze your ass off that wall, then.
You'd know how much I got...
Those knockos motherfuckers cleaned my shit out.
So just get back in your car, and get the fuck back down south.
Kind of like Caesar's wife and all that shit.
That was money that Damien already had on him...
Y'all are stirring some shit here. Why didn't you tell me?
When did this shit start up?
Plan is to get a remote mike into the office.
-Can you hang on? -I'll hold, yeah.
-How'd you get them so quick? -CoStar search.
You need to remind him of that.
How about I call my lawyer...
He calls me in and hands me that.
and then another 10 to the back room.
that is really of no concern to the police.
I rolled around Cambridge all night with his B of l.
Let the boy be.
Whatever you're doing scared my boss shitless.
I appreciate what you trying to say and all, but I grew up in the courts, all right?
Hold. Look, if we do put you back on...
We got the numbers and we the only niggers that need them.
I'll have your major debrief your detectives and type the warrants himself.
My mama's nipples? I was sucking on them plums last night.
-You cannot go get that now. -And you tell me...
Where’s Lady bird at?
Also copies of the checks...