Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They took the money, Frank.
God in heaven, Zig, the cops do that to you?
She asked me straight-up to come in, so I'm here.
They wanna meet with us on Ziggy.
What happened to your boy, it's not my style.
Now here's Steve Stewart with sports.
Wasn't no need for y'all to do him the way y'all did.
-From behind your clothes washer. -That's heroin, 300 gelcaps.
They read the paper, Frank.
-FBl, move! -Against the wall.
Ain't the cops.
That wasn't me. That wasn't Avon, either.
If not, they will stand for us.
-All this shit's going out to chassis? -That's what they tell me.
Okay, we're on Vondopoulos ourselves.
For you, for your mother.
Thanks for waiting, Brucie. Sorry I'm late.
Yeah? Ass-fucking, too.
It ain't like I'm gonna get my hands on more cash, obviously.
The way I read it, they cared more about busting up the union--
it made me sick to my stomach.
Not you. Little Big Roy, let me hold your card.
they did Mau Mau Willis.
Heroin?
How the fuck did that happen, Nick? Look at me!
I got tired.
Ain't no secret things get lost in them cans now and again.
I shouldn't even be seen with you at this point.
I'm gonna hook you up, though, all right?
No one is gonna stand with us now that the FBI is on you.
They're out there now.