Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Give me an hour, yeah? -Yeah.
Take it all the way to the mayor's office, I can't blame you, but leave me out of it.
or Anne Arundel on the other side of the bridge...
Where was this one?
I think because people can't get in on visas anymore...
Our squad has a negative clearance rate for the year. A negative rate.
They're throwing around a lot of cash.
Brianna...
You been around as long as me, you make a few enemies.
Cole's gonna take the double.
-39.4%. -Bill, like I told you--
Beatrice Russell. She pretty at least?
Who the fuck gets drunk at 8:00 in the morning?
-I don't know what's what anymore. -Now, what's up with Donette?
-Nicky, come on, man. -Can I ride with you?
The money we sent for the last go-round came back. All of it.
-Who? -Name is Tilghman.
Last call before lock-down.
Show up at my door at 2:00 a.m. again without invitation...
to get my clearance rate up above 50%...
All right, ship's in, gentlemen.
What do you need?
Yeah, y'all need a lift?
You gotta understand, my crew, they pulling on their pootsos for weeks.
-Amir, why don't we sail? -They're holding the ship.
So far, we don't have a passport or visa in the bunch.
Shsh
They were clawing at the wall for air.
-There ain't no union without it, brother. -Your sweetheart's out there.
That'll bring the First District in line.
eleven White, two Asian-looking.
They chalked it up as an accidental and dumped the paperwork on us.
I gotta get him back to maximum security by 6:00, all right?
-You said you were with the Marine Unit? -Yeah.
after everyone of them sailor boys damn near raped it.
Man, watch your back, be good, baby.
0900 hours, by the Fort Armistead dock.
Most def, man.
You dump 13 bodies on them, you're dumping them on us.
You think we wanted this?
Why you run from ship?
one for every member of the dear family you gave to Cole.
Who told you to decorate, nigger?