Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You want something from carry-out?
Keep on with some of your shit, you just might find out.
-Am I correct, Detective Greggs? -Yeah.
Yeah, everything.
in an unrelated case that concluded weeks ago.
Lieutenant.
-Omar? -Omar, that's the name I heard.
The more tore down you look, the better.
Behind the board.
Maybe he goes to Atlantic City. Seriously.
whatever tactic led you to send three plainclothes officers...
Mike is 8, Sean's 10.
$22,000 or $24,000, give or take.
Yeah, DEA got those.
I got police work to do.
If I wear this on a warm day, they're gonna know.
The shit is weak, we're gonna sell twice as much.
Get down, get the fuck down, motherfucker.
Yeah, let's get the fuck out of here.
we're looking into the possibility that Mr. Gant...
Excuse me for giving a shit...
killing each other, doing each other like dogs.
That shit been pawned off, if you for real.
-Most women aren't getting out of that car. -Right.
What Major Valchek means to say is that he's grateful that you...
Yeah, man, this weak-ass stepped-on shit we got out here...
A woman wants to get even, there's something extra there.
Christ.
It's a career case.
who claimed to know him way back when.
Plus, you need manpower...
And you can't even tell me shit about who they was.
Goddamn right. They were fucking shooting at us out there.
You could stand to lose about 20 pounds, some yellow in your teeth...
No?
No.
Do you still want me to answer?
Major, I'm a fifth wheel on a car that's going nowhere.
Y'all got any testers, man?
-Fuck-up that he is. -He should be off the street.
Now if a pawn...
That's the only Avon Barksdale in the housing department files.
I don't know.