Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Just woke up.
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Yo, they was talking about the man who got killed...
it's like Kima thinks she's above us or something?
Which might be part of my case.
to incapacitate the suspect.
Girl's always fretting over me.
Yeah, you told me. You did your civic duty.
Yo, Carv. Come here.
I ask the deputy for manpower.
You think it's not on the street already?
So, I'm gonna write my clowny-ass name on this fat-ass check for you.
it don't make sense to ace this motherfucker after he done testified.
Man, whoever invented these, he off the hook.
-You missed a spot. -Why don't you fucking do it?
How much does the hat routine pay?
That's the witness all right, the one from the Barksdale case.
-Shut the fuck up your own self. -I'm out of here.
We've been here two hours, telling you what's true in the world...
for this man to be murdered, but what if--
He still at University, tubes all up in his nose.
Shut up!
You know who that poor son of a bitch was?
You want leverage?
You can't read that letter...
The last thing we ever need to do is to announce we lost a witness.
You remember all that bullshit I gave you about keeping me informed...
Five-o
I'm out two Kevlar vests that burned in the car...
This the little man?
I mean, you've got to admit...
Tell them how you personally think your uncle...
I tell you this, I don't know shit about shit, but I do know this...
But you cannot lose if you do not play.
What valuable information did we acquire from this situation?
Rhonda Pearlman from Narcotics is assigned.
Two jobs and three kids. Did you know that?
Who?
I used to take him down to Escape Unit, let him look through the warrant books.
not because I think you wanted that man to get shot...
-Motherfuckers beat my boy down. -Who?
anyone who spend time witnessing shit, you gonna get got.
I could use some coffee. You want some coffee?
You happy now, bitch?
I fucking know where he's detailed. I fucking already know that!
on clerical duty.
You sorry? You sorry for him? You fucking killed the man.
Yeah, I could tell.
And for what?
You think we killed the motherfucker?
At the Terrace.
We're dancing around with this motherfucker, typing shit out...
The game is rigged.
We thought that--
-Move, shitbird. -I ain't doing nothing.
-Dee, want some nuggets? -No, go ahead, man.
got shot in the barbershop on West Lombard last summer?
How's that? Did that get it?