Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What are you doing? Come on!
You don't follow orders, do you?
Vicente Cortez, you're under arrest...
Let me handle it.
Then you have to stop treating me like I am a criminal.
That's real contagious.
Why don't y'all hop in the back? We'll all ride together.
Move!
Do you know who Felipe Riva is?
Okay.
Why?
...and, of course, the corky wedges.
Police officer coming through! Get out of the way! Move your vehicle!
He doesn't smell like Santa.
If I go to Ohio, can my wife go to...
...and she had a little blond boy with her.
Plus, you know, I'm the good kind of felon.
Okay! You have two choices: You can stay here and mess with us...
Just fall on me like a sack of potatoes!
- We have to get through. We gotta hide. - Let's hide underneath this blanket.
Look, you're now clear of all charges.
The tattoo was a longhorn.
But I'm not like those other cops. You can trust me.
- 10-24: bomb threat. - 10-24: bomb threat.
No! My bag!
And you stole my truck.
- Where are you going? - I'm getting the hell out of here...
I can't do this normally.
A female suspect and hostage are in the area. You seen anything suspicious?
I have a job to do, except now it's different.
It's in my hair!
Oh, no.
I will never miss my daughter's birthday.
Or the chestal area.
- Please. Focus. We need to get clothes! - Yes!
How's that a better idea?
And, honestly, I expected more out of a guy I met on Christian Mingle.
"I can't reach the pedals."
Dang it!
Mrs. Riva. Listen to me, Miss Riva.
What the heck is this white stuff?
I have seen your underwear.
At the rate we're going, we'll get there more than an hour early.
Ladies and gentleman, Miss Teresa Cortez!
You don't even understand.
I know it seems hard to believe, but there's more to her than you think.
There's a window. I'll go first.
- You're not gonna get dead. - They're waiting for us!
...forbids fraternization between a officer... Never mind.
Heh. I don't have dinner with dirty cops, so I guess that makes us even.
That's disgusting.
I would think that you would love the minibar.
Right.
Each seemed surprised to see each other. One set Latino, possible cartel.
Cooper!
Your brother was a coward...
Don't make me use this.
All units respond to a 10-15.
What's taking so long?
- Thank you. - Okay.
2 x 11 x 1531 = 9182
If I could get to that cell phone, I could call Captain Emmett.
And leave that!
I opened it, there was a live raccoon in there. It could've had rabies.
You would never understand...
But I have recorded all the details, and tried to follow protocol.
And even if you're right...
- Mamacita? - We have our periods!
- I gotta find that finger! - We have to get out of here!
I could get you a room. I know people there.
Listen to me!
Since 1989, he's responsible for all their finances, a.k.a., money laundering.
- We should go back. - No way. Oh, man.
I will be out in a few hours.
How did you get in here?
It shreds, huh?
Except this is the opposite, time is waiting for every man.
...and lots of dirty, dirty sex stuff.
- Where is she? - We'll take care of her later.
- Okay! Sexy. - Come, come.
Oh!
- What? - Dixon's out there.
Are you kidding me???
I called dispatch 20 minutes ago. If they were leaving from the precinct...
You killed my brother...
Thank you, sir.
Law enforcement officials have called him untouchable until now.
Officer Cooper knows the right thing to do...
I have got to contact my precinct.
Did you even have a brother?
But Cortez has killed every potential witness we've had.
Keys. I got keys.
Don't look. Don't look. Don't look.