Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They got a housing project called Rancho Arroyo.
I haven't got any problems, Rog.
- Yeah. - So what?
Where's Riggs? Where the hell is Riggs?
Hey, hey. Give me my fucking wallet.
Where's it stored? Where did they move it?
...and you whip that head around to catch the target over there.
Happy Retirement Wayne!
-You got any silver, any change? -We're cops.
Hey, Smitty, come here. Come here.
-l'll give you a real good reason. -Hey, Tyrone, this is Travis.
You could do with less aggravation. Come to work with me.
-Okay, okay, okay. l got you. -Jesus Christ.
-Oh, Jesus. -Okay, relax.
God, don't do this to me. Breathe.
Jaywalking? Oh, Jesus, come on.
-Morning, Trish. Hey.
I wouldn't know. I'm not interested in armored cars.
- Leo. - Listen, l got great news, okay?
I'm here to talk to a prisoner, sergeant, Billy Phelps.
-Threat or scare? -The real thing.
-Leo, it's gonna be okay. -Yeah, well, I'm-- I'm numb.
...who fired on a police officer, your partner.
-Wanna sign in here, sarge? -Sure.
Watch.
You really are a beautiful man.
Twenty-two? Come on. You got protection?
What's wrong with you? Don't l pay you good? Don't l take care of you?
Do tell me.
Excuse me, do you own your home?
Oh, yeah. You kill a lot of people.
A little pepper, then you massage it a little bit.
-Jack. -Bye, Billy.
You wash your hands?
Oh, no, shit. You don't wanna hear. This is piddly shit.
Get back to work.
Okay, but keep your head down. Keep your head down.
Okay, this is it. See, these guys always wanted me to do favors for them.
- Find one that fits. - Ten more years of this.
-Am I getting to you? You trying to bait me?
-What? Didn't you brush your teeth? Hold it, mister.
-Don't tell me to get out! -Get out. Leo, out, out!
Uh, right here. Rianne's got a new job. l promised her I'd stop by.
You'll be fine. -Ouch. That's--
Sorry, honey, l gotta do it. l gotta look.
Travis.
He shot me. Look at all the blood.
All right. Just stay close.
He spent the night in hospital.
Let's keep cool. You better get your girdle out of mothballs.
-l'm afraid l insist. -Oh, you insist?
Yeah. Hey, Fast Eddie.
Oh, l love surprises.
And, um, meet me in my office.
Look how he's covering up.
That wasn't a toy in his hand.
Just like houses, friendships need strong foundations.
Hey, go spit, Riggs.
-Whatever you say, Jack. -Good.
Come on, what do you say? We got a deal?
Early paroles on the work furlough program.
-...and you're hassling me? -Shut up!
At least he didn't tell them about that nail-gun incident.
No. No.
Move on out to Travis Town.
Never seen so many suspensions and reprimands and charges of misconduct.
What the hell's going on?
- At least. - l'll get married in here.
Okay, l'll remember that. We saved a cat. What do you want?
I don't care whose mistake it was. She's fired.
-Word. -Word.
This PMS, it's murder.
All right.
Riggs! Riggs!
- Any ideas? - Lucky thing we got a plan.
I wanna know now. Where did this gun come from?
-You shouldn't have led her on. -Led her on? I didn't do anything, Riggs.
-Don't push. -All of you, go!
Happy Retirement!
Hey, you started this.
Get those cases and kill that dog.
Riggs! Hey, Riggs. Riggs!
-Listen, where's the sergeant? -He's not here at the moment, Delores.
You're lying on the ice.
I'm okay. I think we gotta book this guy for not wearing his seat belt though.
Here.
Blood bubbles. Okay.
-Get off me! What is it with you? Hold it.
so doug
No, I take that back.
Get off of my boat, Riggs.