Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- What you doin' there? - How long?

...try to sort out what's privileged and what's appropriate for discovery.

You're not doin' shit. I'll go to the US attorney.

(metallic chinking)

- 20 minutes. Don't be late. - Jimmy...

- Sorry, Rosie. OK? - No big thing.

Nothin'. Listen, I don't think this is such a good idea.

They'll be happy with a class two grand larceny.

I had to eat everything with my fingers.

(Jimmy) Oh, my God.

You don't know who to fucking trust these days. Know what I mean?

I wanna know how many other agents were involved.

Tell him it's red.

- (Junior) Have some coke on me. - Jesus.

- So I'll get that wire off you. - I threw it away.

My family... hangin' by a thread.

Don't you know you can't go around hittin' the police. Huh?

(drunk) What's gain' on'? Hey'.!

When'd you buy these? They're beautiful.

' (horn) ' Mmm“!

...do you think he'd do 40 years for you?

The shot cop - you're getting charged with aggravated assault. You want air on this?

I give you those people, I get my day.

(repeated blasts of horn)

There is no way that you can tell me that you did not know the guy who got you into this.

I gotta go into the city tonight.

Are you a man of honour?

You don't like that tape?

So it looks like Little Junior's movin' up in the world.

...who can testify that they had seen Agent Dover taking cocaine, repeatedly...

She called me from work, says Ronnie's drivin' her, but she never made it.

they sure as shit remember you.

What's shakin'?

Let me handle this.

Gimme a dollar.

Dealing with one lowlife Cl after another. It's enough to make you sick.

No problem. Just step out of the truck, please.

(Jimmy) Oh, Bev, no! Oh, no...

But all I've got on you is your word.

He had less than five per cent of his lung capacity.

Come on, Junior, man. It's not my fault.

Calvin, gimme somethin', please.

- What's up? - Rosie's gonna sit for Corinna, study here.

You know, Bev, there is another way you could get it up a little bit.

We can't stay in one place too long. It's not smart.

- So what do you want? - I wanna visit my daughter.

- (Junior) Fuck. - I ain't suicidal.

Dover's gun was holstered when they pulled him outta the car.

You don't want my fuckin' money? Huh?

(guard) Number five!

Remove the fucking hand.

I don't believe this shit.

On the morning she died, what time did Bev go to work?

Two assholes talkin' shop.

I want you to... We...

You fuck with the bull, you get the horns