Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Spread the word, darling, Omar back.

Only problem is, Stump live in that rat hole, baby.

And with what I'm learning about the Barksdale case...

All right, so call me, yeah.

You keep your head low, Lieutenant.

-maybe you'd understand-- -I'm gonna light up regardless.

What the hell's wrong with you tonight?

-You got kids? -Two.

Now you gone and got strategic on me?

-I'm gonna go with 47. -Do me a favor.

So you want me to say thanks?

-Did you check that bay? -I did.

You barely made a dent.

Thinking, maybe do a quarter this time, if it's not too much.

in Le Havre, France.

We figured they were gambling down in the holds.

this box wasn't picked up anywhere near this Rue de Rivoli address...

Yeah, I've been calling some of the local chain stores.

Mr. Tilghman's money always right, always on time.

Pay for a box and a mortician and ship her back to Bumfuck, Europe?

When his friends are suffering, he bleeds, too.

Four hundred good cameras, Spiros.

-You sent me humps. -Major?

No, dog. Not from me you don't.

Let's pool a few dollars together.

-Working the tier today? -Yeah, on J.

There's always love, Dee.

Twenty percent. There's three of us.

A few of them were coming back day after day, scripting more and more cash.

Excuse me, gents.

-I like that. -You know what I'm saying?

Worth it, if he lets your projects sail through the conference committee.

I got 22 years in. I'm putting the papers in this week.

DMV records, phone logs, corporate charter stuff...

or the boys popped them girls out of that can.

-How many? -400.

-Sorry, Lieutenant. -Fuck it, right?

Would you call them? Might pull an ID from patient records.

He bought it before he got stopped in Jersey.

-Avon's call? -Wouldn't be here otherwise.

I don't give a damn nothing about him.

I tried to tell you, with the questions you all are asking.