Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come Friday, me and my niggers done sold all that shit off...
You want the arrangement To look like the high-rise housing projects?
I'm saying, I'm gonna send my man around with the dollars.
He knew when he did that, that we were gonna be in a moment like this, right now.
Bunk, you set up on Newkirk and Broening.
It could still work for me.
Down here, it's still: "Who's your old man?" 'til you got kids of your own.
-Man down, berth five. -Who?
Got to say, your thing is tight. Best around here in a long while.
Is that the Valparaiso?
The Terrace, the low-rises, the avenue corners.
Ifyou want salvation
But once Burrell reached out--
Okay, then. I ain't all that humble.
We can do that in white, or red, or pink carnations.
Until we get that fucking canal dredged, we're all niggers, pardon my French.
-Everything to your satisfaction? -Yeah, you on it.
Four ships on Thursday. You could've pulled a day for sure.
-No. -Come on, Lieutenant.
-Target approaching your 20. -1 1-34, copy that.
Iike my cousin Ziggy, who, by the way...
"Here's a couple of hundred extra, make the little goof happy"?
Sorry. Wrong building.
Squeeze my hand.
Det. Moreland's target looks to be the same as yours.
asks me to take his homicides from the dead girls on that shipping container.
No, he wasn't all that.
You pick this case up, you might eat those open murders.
This guy's some kind of supplier. Snap some shots of the truck tags.
Pretty good argument for a conspiracy case.
You can't get hurt if you ain't working, right?
You two get along or I'm gonna take that tent down right now.
Lot of girls. Lot of muscle.
ETA, noon tomorrow, Berth 6, Patapsco Terminal.
-Where's your friend? -Who's that?
-Your DNRs go where? -Phones for dockworkers local.
Just make sure the Towers look like they do, all right?
Judge ran wild on his ass, gave him 20.
without hurting you deeply...
I gave your man some room, that's all.
Or Polacks, pardon mine.