Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Squeeze the trigger.
I'm tired. I mean, look, normally, you know me, I don't say no.
You know how this guy...? I was talking, take one more.
It's got... Wait. Yeah.
Like the Ling family, huh?
Don't shoot!
This is Detective Jack Mosley. Shield number 227.
Get him to the Port Authority. Make sure he gets on that bus.
Here we go, strawberry fan.
Next day, somebody shot him.
I'm gonna put this thing down, okay?
Keep moving. Go. Go, go, go.
Where, where, where?
- Then go, do it! - Let's go, let's go.
- Where the hell are you? - Construction site at Baxter.
- Wait, wait, wait. - Hold up.
Saving lives knows no bounds.
Move! Move!
He was gonna take down our case! What were we supposed to do?
- What are you waiting for? - What's her name?
What did you think was gonna happen when you pinched Shue?
The weather will be clear early morning, but the rest of the day...
No, Jack, listen to him. No, that kid, he's sharp.
I had a little schedule going, man.
- Maldonado, seal it up. - Got you.
Hung-over.
What do you mean, nobody's coming?
- You think so? - Yeah, man.
- Come on. - Help me. Help me.
I know you.
Right? Who you take?
The old lady goes into the car, otherwise she dies.
All right.
Dates, cases that include extortion...
I gotta ask you one more favour.
Like...
You all right, Jack?
Barry White, he stole 300 tires.
Get this guy from lockup and run him to Centre Street.
Your buttons are all crooked.
Use your police power. Put on a little siren.
Hey, man. Listen, man, I got an important appointment after my court date, man.
See, this whole thing caught us... It caught us completely unaware.
...it is never gonna happen.
- What's the deal with that book? - It's my business plans.
It's me. I need your help.
You know, like a Chinese fan?
The shell in that gun was over 20 years old. Lucky it went off at all.
Listen, just stay put right here. I'll be right back.
Couple hours. We gotta move now. Would you turn that thing off?
What the hell happened in there?
- Time to go. - You can't stop me.
I'll let you come in to work late tomorrow.
- You were at my apartment? - Had to get my gun.
- I hate birthday cakes. - You hate birthday cakes?
Hey!
- Suicidal? - Been to the farm twice the last four years.
- Happy birthday. Blow them out. - Welcome home.
Come on, Frank.
If he doesn't?
You gave her two?
Shoot that cop.
I'm trying to figure this out.
...I'd be dead right now.
Subject now moving south on Doyers. Still moving south on Doyers.
Stand up in front of the windows.
- Yeah. - Happy birthday to you.
How am I supposed to get out?
Hello? Hello? Hello?
...Kirstin Maldonado...
And, yeah, every day is somebody's birthday, you know.
- What? - You're killing me.
...so then your lieutenant, he pegged you.
Beats old women over the heads, steals their Social Security checks.
- Come on, man. I don't... - Listen to me, Eddie.
You were gonna testify against me too.