Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, you're all about rapport.

In the past 72 hours,

- They talking? - [Scarfe] Nah.

You wanna work some things out, hmm?

I can't get my name back.

[Scarfe] I was always a Jumbo's guy myself.

I can do that all by myself.

Apartments, sham businesses, street pushers.

We need this place open.

But now, it's become something all too familiar in Harlem...

Hell, you right about that.

They took damn near every penny I got,

[indistinct chatter]

Your guy in the hoodie left plenty for the real cops to clean up.

It's too bad you're not in a position to give Pop

Like I said, it's fine.

We want the people who killed

see, my partner and I, well...

What about this man right here?

You didn't hear a word I just said.

It's always been the plan if shit goes down.

you know, not much we can do as cops.

And somebody is gonna start asking questions.

So, what happened to your man Dante?

- I can't put my finger on it. - Mmm.

I'm sorry. That body just arrived from the morgue.

- By Cottonmouth, I'm assuming. - Mmm-hmm.

Too bad your boys aren't here to back up your story.

Unknown assailants fired into the shop just after 9:00 last night,

What do you mean everything is fine?

[scoffing] Oh, I've got your intel. Swinging.