Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't you know Darnell?
Maybe. But see, I went past that with Brandon.
Barring anything unforeseen, you're out in an hour.
The magistrate's gonna ask us some basic questions.
You had problems, you could've come to me.
Uncle Frank, with the big shoulders.
Be advised, target 27 is on the move.
You feel me!?
He's a Jew. You know, from that Jew country they got.
I'm afraid he's gonna duck this warrant.
Who's gonna work for me?
You don't wanna know.
The same Homicide unit that can't put two and two together and pick up a phone...
Don't let that excuse this. Not this.
I bet you didn't even tell her I was in here, did you?
He rolls on his suppliers, and he can walk with a long probation.
Ready?
Avon, he out of pocket for the time being.
-What happened? -I don't know.
They don't do that when there's a couple of cases of vodka missing.
They cleaned up and left you holding the dirt.
Everything I did, the cans I let through...
You know what they call a guy who pays that much attention to his clothes, right?
And now if they deliver the votes, they figure the feds will be on them, too.
"What do you get for the guy who has everything?"
What the fuck can I say?
-You looking for closure? -Lookit, man, ain't no closure.
That it was like self-defense or some shit.
FBl, show me your hands!
every day I wake up mikein a city that ain't.
Boy, them Greeks and those twisted-ass names.
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See, all I know is whoever did him that way, they gets got.
What about Frank Sobotka?
I'm sorry for him...
-You about done? -These nine here still got to be stripped.