Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Who? Who? - Kill that show any day.
- Put in a report? - It got away from me.
That's the only way.
unsolving his own fucking murders.
Oh, you're...
We all impressed how you
Man, who gives a fuck, yo?
That's what we've been saying.
respectfully, I mean.
You want to play games with me?
- you want the double digits. - No doubt.
this name in black right here got stink on it.
It's the same operation-- 1/4, 1/5, 1/3.
His name pops up on five or six cases I know of--
Booze is the real killer out there.
And then you fuck that nigger up.
in that kind of mindset on stuff they don't know?
Plus, what did fuck-nut say Little Kev said?
Gotta respect the depths.
But you keep your mouth shut,
We catch a body, it's different.
Put down the two, you bring over the one.
Colonel Daniels?
It ain't gonna match the serial numbers
that came up with 62 ways for the peanut.
It made me groggy as shit.
But this thing you got with disappearing the bodies...
Education always polls good.
Iying around and he finds them, that shit's on you.
Yo, hold on.
It's bullshit, man!
You get close enough...
Ffgggggg Dcdfff
but maybe I'd fire away...
I am thinking two, three years.
the standard office report.
to the Bronx or whatever.
on our day shift today, you may encounter
We're going to need you to come down to the office
They gonna love him up in there. Come on.
Shit, at least you've got a leash.
- Omar. - He puts the nine on her.
Under Rawls?
Vernon, Vernon, Vernon, Vernon.
Sir!
So, we're here, like it or not.
Mm-hmm.
- So I'm a lieutenant now? - Yeah.
No, man. I gotta go vial up
saying spillage or police or whatever,
The addresses will be posted in the coffee room.
- None taken. - --it's a numbers game.
Step out of the car, please.
'cause if you let him slide for a dollar,
Whoa!
- Mm-mmm. - I ain't know no stash.
See what's what.
Might have to kick your ass, too.
I mean, you'll come in here every day
"The Big Phat Morning Show"?
- What? - You better show some stash.
See this guy here?
Police come through this door instead of your mother,
But this corner-boy thing, right?