Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're kidding me.
Yeah, I spoke to her about 10 minutes ago.
- You mean entrapment? - Kid's got a point.
He just landed.
This city's going to hell, man.
But, gentlemen, what we can't forgive...
the Royce administration is simply bankrupt.
a man got to keep one eye on the ground, pick up what he find, feel me?
Here.
But they've been doing street rips for so long now, I don't think a high-level exists.
No. She's not.
It being your town, I trust you to do it proper.
- You can prove that? - Ask him. He know.
Let's go.
I just wanted you to know that last tip you gave me was a winner.
Thanks for the cover last night.
Come on, people, work with me on this thing!
and if this disaster demands anything of us as a city...
Well, fuck that. What about if they open up on us?
which means the war's gonna ratchet up, no question.
Come on, Tommy.
Open it.
cop a little something, ain't nary a soul hassle him.
- How'd he take it? - Like Stringer was kin.
Well, as you just heard...
Come on, Avon. Enough with this shit. Open the fucking door.
sitting on the back of that ambo.
- Emergency room? - No, no hospital reports.
Like, know what I mean?
if you will do me the honor...
What?
in his opposition to what Major Colvin did.
You know, with Bell gone...
more and more of the life from our city.
What the fuck you all standing around for? Man, get to work.
the poor, the sick, the swollen underclass of our city trapped...
Look, if you don't exist, what happens here?
- Any trauma? - Can't tell for sure with all the rat bites.
What part of "bend over" didn't you understand?
I couldn't fix it. I tried.
What the fuck was I thinking?
But it's better for me if I do something else.
Not at all.
Major.
- Hope to see you all then. - All right.