Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You guys okay? You need anything else?

We could live someplace like that, maybe.

Ton, I'm sorry. When I heard about Angelo, I just...

...what kind of a message does that send?

Oh, Jesus. What?

My kids. My boys.

- from the Crazy Horse. - I don't know him.

I'll move back in.

That's not how I wanna handle it.

You know he's been drinking, so he's probably fighting that heroin urge again.

I know. I know, but...

- The kids will be thrilled. - Yeah.

Then you're all out of options!

I wasn't helping him. I was afraid for myself.

Isn't it illegal, anyway? To film people without telling them?

I'll call the public defender. They'll send someone down.

Oh, fuck! Check it.

Very resilient.

- What's the number, again? - Oh, it's...

- Am I that fucking horrible now? - No. You're not horrible at all.

That’s what I call mahschlong

Him and our ass-wipe cousin, that two-faced cocksucker.

You know, I had a dream that I moved back in here.

All right, that's enough.

This guy was at the club, the dead guy.

He used to sell hotdogs

I'll see you up there.

He don't even do drugs anymore, he just deals.

That's why I didn't show.

- Jesus Christ. - She was getting better.

This is fucking weird.

Well, you're right, it was... It was horrible.

We'll take him out through the basement.

I tried to cover it up.

I was very impressed with that.

He was stabbed in the club. You tried to dispose of the evidence.

We're done here.

It's our first holiday. Ronnie wants us all together.

This Blundetto asshole went off the reservation.

Fuck family. Fuck loyalty.

Not just to Johnny's people, either.

He's foreign, the Mideast or something.