Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All right, Vickie, do you remember me, George Cooper?
Long hair, carrying a paper bag, he just left. Follow him. High priority.
What made you change your mind?
- You don't understand, It's not my decision. - I know that, but--
- What is it? - Looks like a Geiger counter.
- Keep going. Just keep talking. - Get Captain--
Have a nice day.
Now, this is it. We have to go right through here.
Mean, ugly fucker that comes around here.
- Oh, of course not. - He wasn't out to win any awards.
- Good luck. - Thanks!
so I could hear your two-bit opinion of my life, all right?
- What is it, Doris? - Reverend, I have a present for you.
I've been down there, you know?
Oh, my god!
We'll seal off every tunnel in the area,
- I got him. - Stay on him.
Move it!
Yeah, I'll be there, I'll be there! Listen, I gotta tell you something, man.
Yeah, I mean, let's just start at the beginning alright. Now why the hell does Victor need a gun?
Didn't you know that?
This is ridiculous. We're wasting time. Tell them to speed it up.
Come on. Get up! Get up! He's trying to kill us.
No, there's nothing going on, but--
She's entitled to one call. Let her make it.
Great.
- Well this is the only way that I know-- - Come on let's beat 'em to the next one.
Hey, Val!
Stop the gas! Who's in charge? Who's in charge? They've gotta stop the gas.
Are you saying that a gas explosion caused the wreck of this diner?
You run in and out of here like the fucking Mad Hatter. You don't even know what you're looking for, Bosch!
Yeah.
Oh, Jesus! Would you just chill out? Please?
- What the hell's this food about? - Oh, I left that for the shy ones.
and I'd like to have someone come check it out.
Do you?
- So what does that mean? - You're not from the N R C.
- Wow. - It's a nice house.
My God, it's his wife! Shit!
Our deadline on the follow-up article is Friday, that's tomorrow.
Okay, you know what to do.
There are people trapped under a manhole.
- Death by asphyxiation. - Good. Thank you.
We'll turn those mains back on.
- Hey, George? - Yeah?
O'Brien, you call the Commissioner's office and tell him we're coming there at 12 o'clock sharp.
What the hell! Why is everybody so afraid?
Go on. Go on!
You're an idiot, Bosch, you know that? You've really done it now.
- Shouldn't you boys be on duty somewhere? - Nah.
What? Really?
- George, this is Derek. - Hi, Derek.
God.
- Hey, wait a minute! - Blood!
Check this out.
You may not know, but there's N R C men crawling all over this goddamn city.
Nothing.
Wilson? Wilson!
Here's a picture of a bite, taken out of his leg.
Okay, you know what to do.
All the undergrounders are looking for weapons now, man.
No, I gotta cook dinner.
It's a perfume ad, remember?
Honey, have you been in my dark room, have you been in here?