Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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