Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well... that's for sure.

A little careless, ain't you, Virgil?

? Foul owl on the prowl

? A bucktoothed Clara and a cross-eyed Clyde

It's about Sam Wood.

Somebody killed him.

- Why can't you look at it for yourself? - Because I'm not an expert...

I came by to make it as clear as I possibly can

? Knows how to make the mornin' come

They call me Mr Gibbs!

Coloured can't earn that. It's more than I make in a month! Where did you earn it?!

- This is highly irregular. - Yeah, I know that.

All right, Virgil. Just what the hell do you want?

All right, hold it!

All right. Send him in.

All right, boys.

But you gotta do it, you hear?

- Boy, you don't want trouble, you get! - You be sensible. I'm a police officer.

You find him, come back for me, you hear?

D'you mean Harve?

- I'm not ready to leave. - I was gonna tell you, Chief.

Harvey's a lefty. Uh-huh.

Did you hear? Did you hear him say he'd pay for the call?

Sam followed him here, come up behind him, just like I come up behind you.

? If you pass his tree - flee

Yeah, well, it's gonna be his week.

Did they get a little bit outta line?

Well, ask her yourself if you don't believe me!

Here is the examination results from Ulam's. You wanna know what I found?

- Courtney? - Yes, sir?

I'm workin' on it.

Now, outside there's a police car. You're gonna pick up that bag.

- What's that mean? - She's got $100 to pay for an abortion.

(Gillespie chuckles)

No trouble at all.

- Why? - Why not?

Well, uh, this Delores, she, uh...

- He don't panic me none. - No?

What's all this Miz Colbert's been tellin' me about a... a cover-up arrest?

I'm all you've got.

- So what? - (Shagbag) Harve's left-handed, Chief.

Didn't I ask you to fix that gate?

is just sneak up behind him and just... tap him."

Nobody comes here.

- I'll need a few things. - (Gillespie) Such as?

Uh... Wood to radio. I'm leavin' Compton's now.

I didn't know it was possible to grow this species locally.

You don't... we will.

- I got a rosewood casket out there... - (door opens)

Tuesday night you walked out of here at 2.40. Right?

I see this fella lyin' on the street there.

? All you little birds better lock up tight

- Mr Tibbs. - How do you do, sir?

Shootin' pool. Larry's Lounge. I got there about ten.

than he could ever get up there in Chicago. And at half the price, too.

- Where's the chief? - You got the pictures of the dead man?

? Oh yes, I have

Uh, last Wednesday.

Well, come on now, girl. What else? What else? What else?

Never more than... Yeah.