Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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