Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What? Yeah. Yeah, I'm fucked up.

This little girl, no more.

No, I can't step into the hall.

Don't fucking breathe.

whose father's hung all the way from here to fucking City Hall.

What do I tell Stevie?

You're a cunt, you whore.

What kind of incidents?

Where can I find him?

You wanna get my picks for the Pac-10?

Are you tripping, man?

The two of you match a description. Empty your pockets and the handbag.

I'm gonna pretend to be polite, so you look a big man in front of your friends.

What happened when you went to see the grandmother?

Sir, I can't do that.

Now, I want every drug dealer,

I'll answer to him.

Whoa, man, I got no beef with you whatsoever.

One of the biggest developers in the gulf coast.

Binnie, call security.

[man on answering machine] Frankie, hi. This is Andy.

Big Fate? Yeah.

Let your wife deal with her.

You're out already?

Shoot him again.

Someone will bring her her clothes.

Uh, as I was setting the grocery bags down, I heard screaming.

We still don't know the nature of his injury.

You think he's gonna go out if you keep insulting him like that?

But if I find that you needed help and didn't ask for it,

Lucky crack pipe.

Wait a minute. You want me to get wet on account of you?

The DNA'd place them at the scene.

You trying to tell me how to do my interrogation?

You tell her I'm shit face all the time?

I don't know what to tell you, Terence.

This is a good spot to build condominiums.

What about the murders? You don't give the fuck about them no more?

Two days, same time, same station, yes?

but he says he can't do that.

Did you make a delivery Tuesday on Josephine and Danneel, son?

The answer's no.

That's bullshit, man.

«He live in my room.

You don't listen, now this is where were at.

It's a six-point spread.

She didn't call?

Dob been around?

What you got there?

And then I gotta end up having a nigger from Africa

And I don't wanna shoot no more purple ass niggers from Africa.

You interrupted my meal.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. This that Taliban shit. That's what's this is.

I never said two words to him. I don't know.

Tell him if he puts his hands on this guy, he's gonna have a problem.

it's gotten way out of hand. Got way outta hand.

in the investigation of the Ndele family murders

Sometimes I have bad days.

What are you waiting for?

You're my kind of motherfucking cop, man.

He's obviously suffering from some sort of injury.

What's the matter? You don't like me?

aggravated assault, narcotics, and possession of automatic weapons.

I mean, of course I want some but I, maybe when I get back.

Oh, God. It can't be any worse than you being shit face on beer all the time.

This is what happens. Before we can cuff him, he goes for this weapon,

Man, I don't know no «G.»

It was erotic shit, man. I didn't hurt her.

I'm at the Monteleone.

I would've taken what was mine and left the rest on the table.

Empty your pockets. Dump out the handbag. I'm not gonna tell you again.

You can tell him to go fuck himself.

I haven't done anything. My grandson hasn't done anything.

'Cause it's lucky.

And all this without Renaldо Hayes.

Where's your grandson, Binnie?

Oh, it's pretty fucking obvious, lady!

[laughing] You are crazy.

that my father got in touch with his guy

The duty captain sent them out.

Street name «Big Fate». You should familiarize yourself with his record.

Why do you do this to me?

I wouldn't dream of trying to convince you to go against your conscience.

against Georgia.