Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I did. - He's part of the local gang.

- Five. - Target one locked.

A certain source of mine says that he's a lawyer for Intergang.

I just wanted to get your attention so we could have a talk.

Except when it affects our job.

Who's the greasy creep in the silk suit?

It's all this pressure.

Officer, that sounds like a yes.

What's the latest on the election?

- I can make it happen. - Mason.

The paint bullets.

But for the moment, we're gonna assume that was you.

Good evening, Mr. Church.

You heard Superman brag?

Martin Snell is a professional acquaintance.

- You go home, you call her tonight. - Chief, don't you think...

Well, you may be on to something...

I don't know where you spend off-hours...

And we're gonna prove it, partner. Just wait.

- Absolutely convinced her. Hello. - I was as well.

It's very warm in here.

Of course you did.

Fine. Call it a suggestion. A very strong suggestion.

I'd say she's got about... 10 seconds. Think you can get there in time?

- You must be Mike Lane. - Yeah.

A, someone you care about dies, and B, my replacement steps right in.

Mr. Snell, here are those files you requested.

Which does not bode well for your future as an attorney. Or a free man.

I'd be more than willing to testify against Baby Rage.

- Maybe he ignored it? - I didn't.

It's all her. She set it up.

You're Superman, and I'm just a guy from Paramus.

No questions at this time.