Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Right. Uh, they leave a number?
I don't know who the friend is, brother...
- All right. You got a PO number? - No, I got nothing.
Hey, Juice.
How did you get my address?
What are you doing?
What was he wearing?
Well, then somebody's full of shit.
Some kind of corporate interest's coming to buy up the block.
All right, if you don't get it tomorrow, let me know. Bye.
Juan Carlos, may I assume the stimulants are in your backpack bag?
But this matter involves the other half of my life.
I didn't tell them anything.
A little stupid.
All right.
You, Bobby and Chibs.
Quite the secret queen lately.
Trinity, it's me.
What happened to Rupert's?
Yeah.
That hurt? Ah.
I'll hand deliver Jimmy O'Phelan...
With everything else going on, it doesn't make sense.
The U.S. attorney has refused to honor the deal.
Sorry, baby.
You already know too much.
We'll get Gemma to reach out.
May I speak with you, please?
Let's go.
She owns a grocery store a block away from the Belfast clubhouse.
- It's got nothing to do with you. - My club.
She told me Abel's in Belfast.