Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Your ambition.
Brianna, man, she putting it on you?
It's win-win for me.
Smart card technology provides greater security...
Hey, Frog.
Starting tomorrow, I'm down at the Fairfield Terminals.
Right now, the less he knows he's involved in the murder investigation...
-I'm saying, I mean-- -What are you saying? That's ridiculous.
This shit is just business, String. Buy for a dollar, sell for two.
I'm trying to dig myself out of the basement with something simple and clean here.
That nigger did that shit to hurt me, man.
in which case it may be that Horseface entered the wrong container number...
Then it's, "Who's your son?"
Let me put a point on it. My shit is right, String.
I'm saying, you getting all ridiculous over bits and pieces. You feeling me?
Because linking a street-level drug connect to our main target...
-Yeah, we should be at the bar by now. -Nothing's wasted.
Thomas "Horseface" Pakusa.
I ain't even going to New York except for my coke. Ain't no need.
What's up with that other thing, man?
How much, Nick?
Night work with break-bulk. I hate this shit.
Look here, 9581737 is listed to Thomas Pakusa.
Frank Sobotka.
Call him up and tell him what you want
'Cause I'm the one out here all day taking the chance, right?
What's up, little man?
to set us up at his off-site, over in the southeast.
until some day, some way, that motherfucker gets dredged...
-How you hanging? -Good. I'm good.
Quit pulling your dicks and get this thing off of me.
Of course, this is neither the time nor the place...
Tell him what you want
-Let me consult my partner. -Of course.
That is exactly why we asked Lt. Daniels...
-Me? -We need to bring in the Lieutenant...
Man, I've never seen that thing.
You got the club people, I guess.
Pyramid lnc. 5605 Newkirk.
I got your murders. But what I need from you, I get.
-Whatever he wants. -Right.
4,000 people to move 350 million tons a year?
Sorry for the loss.
You want the arrangement to look like a high-rise housing project?