Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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