Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Shit! Fucking rain, man.
No kids.
What did you expect him to do?
We think that...
Have your torn cammies by Versace...
That's your bonus right there.
So you want us to go down to the housing department...
So pretty much everyone in CID has worked this out but me?
The shit is strong, we're gonna sell it.
Your people supposed to be ready for the re-up.
that Barksdale grew up in Franklin Terrace, right?
-Never heard of him. -That's the thing.
I'm defending my own people here, that's all.
We know from his mother's social service record...
Yeah, here's this vague CI information...
Dee coming up.
Give him a vest.
You've got to show the judge that other investigative methods have failed.
to do field interviews at the high-rises at 2:00 in the morning.
Thanks.
Nagras. Can you fucking believe this?
One of them was named Omar.
I got to be able to tell the deputy before the shit flies.
A new unit, a new lieutenant.
Got blue-tops. Looking for blues?
In the hole, y'all.
You asked, I thought you was treating.
You get the other dude's king, you got the game.
A couple of lightweight body mikes. Wireless, remote taping capability.
Hold him down. Hold his arms!
It ain't like that. See, the king stays the king, all right?
-How much more to that pack? -50, 60.
New package?
No, it ain't like that, look.
Yeah, switched it yesterday.
No, hold up.
We start there, and we don't stop until we take the doors.
-You want to write me up on that, you can. -You think I want this?
Damn, boy! You must have that crew humming.
Turn your monkey ass around. Put your hands at your back.
I can tell you, we got nothing on him that I know.
What can I say? The kid needs...
But seeing as we all came into work today, I thought, let's try something different.
-Checkers? -Yeah, checkers.
Trying to get more, but she's fighting me.
and shape it into PC for the warrants.
What happened?
-Did I get a drink? -Afraid not.
-You took it to Burrell? -He says, "We'll take it from here."
He's tied to maybe a dozen murders, he's completely off the radar.
They're pretty tight out here, Kima.