Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- How you doing? - Good.
You wanna play, I'll play with you.
Just drive the car, huh?
Who are they?
Used to be able to play stickball on these streets.
You remind me of a fella I used to know.
The depth and the width of the stab wounds...
I told you, what we were doing is none of your business.
Who's here?
We found that out with the last piece of trash that moved in.
Yes, I believe he is.
- Later. - Yeah.
No.
Oh, yeah?
Why didn't you use your key?
Edelson take care of those two cops for me?
- What'd he hit me for? - Who paid for the room?
Hey, you got time for a cup of coffee? Really primo, right down the street.
I don't know who he is.
Is it me?
Dark hair, dark eyes.
I don't wanna make this too tight for you.
...and this guy Simone, he made me give him head right in his radio car.
What do you expect for 50 cents a pack?
There's our boy.
Sometimes you only get that one chance.
He's out of town right now working on a musical.
The landlady thinks it's phony. She ain't seen him in a couple days.
I'm sorry. I'm Steve Burns.
- Your life is a flop play. - Let's see yours.
- Hey, come here. - Well, I hope that doesn't bother you.
Just do it again and I'll call the police, asshole.
Before that he was a cork soaker.
- I told you I did! - He did, man.
The other guy is Jerry something or whatever.
And from the serrations, the width of the cut, the depth...
What's this new thing you're doing?
Come on, guys, let's get it going.
That's not my scene.
- You buying? - No, honey, I ain't buying.
I'm glad.
Get on your feet.
It's on the wall in your kitchen under "reminders."
Come on, baby, I cannot handle another bust this month.
He works at a steak house in Penn Station.
I'm back.
Nothing?
I'd like to see you go out on a high note...
- You must be Greg. - Yeah, it looks as if I got back just in time.
If you take this assignment...
I know him. Yeah, I know this guy.
- DiSimone. - Sir?
Why can't you trust me?
Lie down.
Live within my meager means...
Come on, get up.