Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'd be more than willing to testify against Baby Rage.

But for the moment, we're gonna assume that was you.

Except when it affects our job.

I just wanted to get your attention so we could have a talk.

It's all her. She set it up.

No questions at this time.

Which does not bode well for your future as an attorney. Or a free man.

You're Superman, and I'm just a guy from Paramus.

And we're gonna prove it, partner. Just wait.

- Five. - Target one locked.

- I did. - He's part of the local gang.

- Maybe he ignored it? - I didn't.

- I can make it happen. - Mason.

The paint bullets.

Who's the greasy creep in the silk suit?

I'd say she's got about... 10 seconds. Think you can get there in time?

- Absolutely convinced her. Hello. - I was as well.

Well, you may be on to something...

Fine. Call it a suggestion. A very strong suggestion.

Of course you did.

Mr. Snell, here are those files you requested.

Good evening, Mr. Church.

A certain source of mine says that he's a lawyer for Intergang.

- You go home, you call her tonight. - Chief, don't you think...

A, someone you care about dies, and B, my replacement steps right in.

What's the latest on the election?

- You must be Mike Lane. - Yeah.

It's very warm in here.

Officer, that sounds like a yes.

I don't know where you spend off-hours...

It's all this pressure.

Martin Snell is a professional acquaintance.

You heard Superman brag?