Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Okay, okay. Okay, we gotta go.
Down! Head down!
I see your limp acting up. You ought to get that checked out.
...you're gonna be slipping into Carol's Clip and Curl...
Down! Get down!
Over here.
Commissioner, sir.
You're gonna have to do it.
- You thinking what I'm thinking? - I'm already there.
- Armed robbery, assault, beats old women... - I never had no armed robbery!
Trying to stay alive a little longer. You sound a little...
And I never figured you'd cap one of those guys.
- Everything is gonna be fine. - Hang on!
Or Yu-Gi-Oh! You ever heard of Yu-Gi-Oh!?
Look...
Because you're a thief. And that's what you are, Eddie.
Oh, hi.
This is Detective Jack Mosley. Shield number 227.
...and hand you this phone so we can talk, okay?
He's supposed to wear a suit when he leaves.
It's a nothing thing.
Yeah, one is an old lady. She's sick, she about to die.
Angel-food-cake recipe right here.
You are not gonna make it.
I did what they did.
I mean, Jack, I got nobody else.
Make room, make a hole.
- We'll get you home. - Yes, please.
...you got a choice to make.
Thank you for doing the right thing, Jack Mosley. God bless you.
It's Kaller. He just missed them at the Canal Street station.
- I don't want the peanuts. - Bye.
...when I give the eulogy at your funeral.
I don't know. We woke him up.
This is my fault, all right?
I'm sorry that I got you in this situation.
- That's what I get for hiring drug addicts. - Grab the gun.
- You can't leave. - Yes, I can. Thank you, Jack Mosley.
No names, or that one's a cop. It'll help to have some eyes.
...do you believe the kid?
- Here. Cuff yourself. - What are you doing, Jack?
- Anything for me? - Breath mints.
- Okay? - Okay.
Oh, no, don't tell him to shut up.
I'm gonna make money, Jack. Open up my bakery.
I appreciate it. You're the right guy.
He was gonna take down our case! What were we supposed to do?
All right. Come on, come on. Upstairs. Seal the stairwell.
Hey!
I got someplace I need to be at 12, you understand?
He was a stupid old man who wouldn't keep his mouth shut.
- I ain't nobody. - Shut up.
Yo, why you stopping?
That you're a self-medicating, depressed individual.
I have information...
...and go back to where you came, with your gimpy leg and your shot-up hand?
And you can't find him.
Like I said, you're looking good.
- It's not a good sign. - Hands behind your back.
- You saw that, right? You heard him, right? - Yeah. He never opens the door.
...on Detective Torres' cell phone. Area code 917-935...
Bigmouth.
We're gonna find you.
And all you gotta do is look the other way.
I'll let you know when I know. Out of my face!
...they don't shoot other cops.
Oh, yeah. You give the car keys to your best friend.
Yo.
- Everybody's coming. - Nobody's coming, okay?
You never told me. I gotta send you one, man.
- Is he drunk? - I don't know.
Sergeant Cannova called. Wants you to write up this wire request.
I want you to get me Assistant District Attorney MacDonald...
I did another bad thing when I used you.
Speak to me. Come on, somebody, speak to me.
- Is everybody okay? - Yeah.
We gotta quash this thing before he gets his legs back.
All right, so I stuck a gun in some guy's mouth.
Let's see if he went down.