Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's clear upstairs.
-They was like, you know-- -Tears, right? You were about to cry.
The money is part of my case.
Hold. Look, if we do put you back on...
That was money that Damien already had on him...
Plan is to get a remote mike into the office.
but he doesn't want to run it up to the bosses until he knows more.
Let the boy be.
I'll have your major debrief your detectives and type the warrants himself.
You talking to the Mayor...
You'd know how much I got...
You ain't hearing me, Wallace.
Talk about what was going on back when you was running wild in the DEU.
He calls me in and hands me that.
Just dial 91 1 and talk to whoever pick up.
Where’s Lady bird at?
My mama's nipples? I was sucking on them plums last night.
-You cannot go get that now. -And you tell me...
Let the satellite do the work.
asking questions, doing background checks.
Your ass ain't got to be hard all the goddamn time, neither.
Whatever you're doing scared my boss shitless.
-You're done. -Why?
-Can you hang on? -I'll hold, yeah.
Check this, Poot. Little Man left his player and shit.
I appreciate what you trying to say and all, but I grew up in the courts, all right?
Also copies of the checks...
You need to remind him of that.
We got the numbers and we the only niggers that need them.
Mr. Price, Damien.
What you listening to? Hold up, take them plates first.
No one on that detail has come to me for any kind of subpoena.
You think we all didn't know?
So just get back in your car, and get the fuck back down south.
I rolled around Cambridge all night with his B of l.
You need me, hit me on the third number.
Word? I heard he was out the game.
How about I call my lawyer...
Unfreeze your ass off that wall, then.
Clay wanted to meet you, see if there was any help he can offer.
You'd rather live in shit than let the world see you work a shovel.
You're not on the license, you're not a listed owner.
I just feel like this just ain't finished.
Kind of like Caesar's wife and all that shit.
Y'all are stirring some shit here. Why didn't you tell me?
FBI field reports.
-How'd you get them so quick? -CoStar search.
When did this shit start up?
that is really of no concern to the police.
I know it meant damn near nothing to me when you came in beating the drum.
About the time that your nephew beat that charge.
What the hell is Sterling's?
your boy Wallace, shot dead in the low-rises.
Those knockos motherfuckers cleaned my shit out.
Listen, this case is gonna move forward...
and then another 10 to the back room.