Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Donuts from Marie's.
You need to be calm and put down the gun.
- Now, what do you got? - Found the shooter's gun...
Where are we gonna do this?
Me and him? Heh.
- No. - No?
Not if I throw myself into oncoming traffic first.
- Ha, ha. - Ha, ha.
Maybe it's not good policework, but I have to confess, I enjoyed it.
You're useless, you and all your talking.
You lured him and killed him.
- No. I didn't kill him. I didn't. - You did kill him, David.
- I know. - Just so you do.
What if something traumatic happened and you're blocking it out.
William McTeer...
Enough said.
Now, Tuesday.
Me? I'd walk away. But I ain't the law.
Jane must be proud.
I can't remember what I did on Tuesday night. It's weird.
I didn't see it. Of course.
I'm sure she'll be all right.
I can count on you not to tell anybody about this, right?
...was too good to be true.
Oh, those are on special. Buy one, get one free.
Concentrate on which mug it is under.
- What's going on? - Surrender, Dorothy. We got you.
How's Katy doing?
Hey, maybe he deserved to die.
...that scene for me.
It's a lab error. It must be.
- Good. - The day after it paid David...
Maybe it will come back on its own.
...hungry because I skipped lunch.
Dreyer Whelan, father of the last victim, Katy, 7 years old.
...or even what someone else did.
And he treated me like a queen.