Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It seems Roberto Castellano y Silva has been targeted by the DEA.

We got nothing but problems, Father.

Freezing my balls off.

-We're losing the station, man. -What you mean?

But early on a Tuesday, you arrive with an army.

Yeah, two houses and a bar on Kane Street.

That's why we didn't do the business?

Talking about the brain-deads in my Kane Street case.

How the hell....

It's all about self-preservation, Jimmy.

The Prince of Tides.

You hear me, Zig? You're fired.

-How long was he on his own? -Not enough time to do shit, String.

-How'd you know? -Useless fuck can't hold his liquor.

All right, Uncle Frank.

And shrivel-dick motherfucker that you are, you take it.

-Yeah, if you ain't senior, it does. -Yeah, you got that right.

صباح الخير يا أمي

-What the fuck do you want? -I need you to do the seizures.

Some useless fuck in our Marine Unit faxed them a report...

Fucking Jimmy. Fucking with us for the fun of it.

-Nicky, from the docks. -Spiros.

-Ain't you the damn fool? -But then we low.

Easy. Everything breaks.

You wanna see your window?

That makes two ships at North Point.

That would be on you, sweetheart.

-And as you can see-- -I can go as high as $4,000.

-You got a 100 ships right there. -That's break-bulk, Nat.