Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It starts at one of those towers they got up all over the place, right?
There's our boy.
You drove us over Brooklyn Park to the cut-rate.
One "X" is a dive of a diner down on South Clinton.
Yeah, the brother went up New York and got in bed with them ltalians.
The only one from this town got a piece of that French Connection.
You heard me, right?
It was my feeling that the theft of a vehicle from a departmental lot...
Copy.
-Lester, Eton's on the move. -We got it.
This piddling shit is the best that you come up with?
And what did you give me?
You told me this was a local effort.
Not here.
Maj. Valchek said you'd be expecting us.
Them cars list out at better than $60,000 each.
Quiet. No one in or out of there.
Says he's got something with Omar he need to make straight.
Oughtn't you be laid up resting?
You need to take your black ass across Charles Street to where it belong.
You know? Double G, he's begging me.
Got it.
Herc and Carver had nothing overnight.
-Major, we can talk in my office. -Lieutenant.
-This time feel different. -I hear you.
That'll work.
Stay, boy.
Our madam, Miss llona Petrovna.
You didn't say that one. You said The New Republic and Atlantic...
you did not ship them empty?
-Turn the fucking radio down, Zig. -Will you get in the goddamn car already?
-Why are you asking? -The Boss Man at Fort Howard.
A gunshot ain't nothing to trifle with.
But a detail like this....
Outside? Now?
but I got prints...
Copy your description.
We may be assholes, but on the upside, there's an awful lot of us.
Just a subpoena?
And in my heart of hearts...
He said that's what the college kids drank.
cutting prices and doing shit. It ain't right.
go to the store in the barn
As of 9l1 1, the Bureau has one priority in this case: