Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's our job to protect our neighborhood. To defend it.
December 11th, 1959.
I can't wait to hear what music they're gonna play.
He lives alone. His wife left him a year ago.
Today is july 20th, 1951.
What happened? I'm sorry. Tell me how you like it. I'll do it different.
Good enough to eat?
- No. - You're gonna have it now.
- What are you talking about? - I'm sorry.
- Good morning, Ma. - Hi, sweetheart.
He was all shook up, but he's a lot better now.
It happened again last night. More terror and bloodshed.
That's why he didn't make the gig. Idiot got the dates mixed up.
PS.
Just around the neighborhood.
Bad thing. Real bad thing…
I said hello, hello, hello from the gutters of the city
Listen to the stomping feet
Vinny, I heard you saw the killer.
Hello.
- Is that Ritchie? - Yeah.
Boogie night
I'm sorry.
I'm here, John Jeffries, in the predominantly black neighborhood
I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?
This was one.
This ain't the Sherry-Netherland.
Go for a drink and then get the hell out.
If something doesn't change, I don't know what'll happen.
Just one show. Relax.
Go, go I
Calm down.
That's the message from God. Cut that shit out.
- It was great seeing you. - Yeah, you too. You look good.
with the cannoli and the baba rum
- Sorry. No can do. - What have you got, then?
Take it up your... Come on.
- Just go. - Just like that?
If you remember, Reggie has had problems with Billy Martin all year.
What the fuck are you doing?
Just fuckin' mind your business.
I'd love to catch him here in Bed-Stuy.
Look at that hair. What the fuck is that?
Go home. You're always starting fucking trouble.
Let me get your door, okay? I wanna do this right.
Listen. We got four names on the list.
I drank too much tonight, you know?
I'm just asking.
What do you think it means?
Don't fuck up with us.
We do what we want. You're too old to be here.
Nice outfit. Is it off the dead?
You know him that well?
I didn't see anybody. Remember that.
Let's go fuck him up!
- Give us a blessing, will ya? - What?
Don't you dare Baby me. I'm gonna wait here.
Wait. The garage could be cool.
Yeah, if I can.
Sure, paesano.
What's the matter with you? Ritchie does that, you don't tell us?
Oh! CBGB.
Ritchie, I wanna talk to you. Take it easy on the rebound.
I am your friend. I made a mistake. I'm sorry.
Baby, come on. Let's go.
Soothes your mind makes you happy again
It doesn't make him the Son of Sam 'cause of that. Come on.
I'll be right back.
You know what?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Bobby the fairy tells me you're a nude dancer at a fag club.
Police, let me haunt you with these words.
Just give us a blessing.
that it's a white man who kills all of those white people.
- Dionna, your cousin's stuck-up. - Yeah, really.
- Don't hurt him. - Get up!
No.
Are you sucking dick?
Me?
How do you follow this clown around?
Get the fuck out of the car!
- I'm not... Ma! - What are you, 12?
That's good.
We're all wearing dog collars. You're wearing a dog collar.
It's a serious list.
And I'm running away now
I'm getting fat.
We have a list.
Dionna, I gotta talk to you.
All right. But he's not working. Ritchie, take $20.
What the fuck are you talking about?
- You live in Manhattan now? - As of last night.
I treated you like a son.
Only if I can have you as my cellmate.
You danced so great tonight, baby.
Fuck you, Wicked King Wicker, Bye week, lousy wine drinking Ox
Yankees three, A's two. Top of the ninth.
I love people.
Hello, hello, hello, hello, hello
- Baby, I can't. - I'll take you anywhere.
WINS time at the tone, 3:00.
took place in Brooklyn, Harlem and the South Bronx.
when they are washed away by the sweeper trucks.
- You're calling me an idiot? - You're a fucking idiot.
Let's go. Come on, come on, come on.
Exactly. Hello, my name is Cassandra Buchanan.
- I'm feeling a little guilty now. - Now?
You fucking piece of shit.
the killer taunted police by saying he would be back tonight
Can you give me and Ruby a lift to the subway?
I feel like an outsider.
All right.
- You don't do that shit with your wife. - Why not?
I'm telling you. I think the guy saw my license plate.
Mario! Mario!
- If you wanna go, I'll go. - No. I'll stay.
Daddy, let's go home.
I'm about to blow my load!
Forget that. Come and stay with me.
And he does look determined.
And then what? We sit around and play cards?
Police now have in custody
The Post said the killer's a woman-hater.
What, are you loaded these days?
We're doing the best we can. Hold on, ma'am.