Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come on, now. Relax.
- This guy's a cop. - Now, I been standin'in alleys. I met your guy at the Chinese laundry.
- Are you still tinkering with miniaturized electronics? - Yeah.
It's set, B.A. The guys should be here in a couple of minutes.
- Really? - Oh, yeah. My favourite TV show was Dragnet.
Excuse me. Captain Stark, there's a phone call for you.
- Probably comes out of the baseboards. - Look at them!
I think you'd better forget that appointment tomorrow morning with Chief Metcalf.
What? Do you think we're ding-dongs? We get the weapons from the evidence room...
Good Lord! Mr Murdock!
- Not all cops are like Lynch and his M.P.s. - That's true.
- Yes, you did, Kid. - It was in the third...
it's important to tell 'em you love 'em every couple of days.
That's not true, Inspector. If you hadn't had the strength to ignore their threats...
- Nothin' else, Captain? - They didn't need anything else. We were wondering...
Right now, I make my move.
see if they've found anything nice out here in the night air.
All right, Hannibal, how do we shut these guys down? I mean, these guys are SW AT-trained...
Listen.
Oh, come on, Mick.
Ah, the rose. The rose is a flower of passion which can be fully appreciated for its...
Right now, they're cut off.
Yeah. Uh...
You're not cops. You're killers. You're murderers killing for money.
I'm not even supposed to sing, but Chiquita Banana got hung up at Valley Presbyterian.
which is below the going rate, but that's the way Hannibal wanted it on this one.
Tomorrow morning, you four march into your chief's office and give yourself up...
We've been talking about that all morning, about signing that confession and everything.
Then I have a plan.