Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I could get old Boris to skulk around them docks...
We get up on these locations, maybe we get a photo of the Boss Man.
You know them Barksdale people ain't to be trusted.
Are you slinging bean pies up in here? You know what I mean?
Go ahead.
Get off me, get off!
Yeah, it's only one.
When you got a steady supply, you run shit like a business.
We're gonna take the Boss out.
How could you have known?
It was more begging.
We were out in the middle of nowhere. Does that help narrow it down?
Malaka.
Go to the store.
'cause y'all ain't selling shit until we bone-ass dry.
I'm going back on the water.
Wait one.
'Cause Frank was Westside. How do you like that? The dope flowed West.
Pellets in plastic. Rat shot.
Tomorrow, first thing, you go to the newsstand and you get Harper's.
The thing is, I know you boys have got enough reach...
The police still there?
You listening to this fool?
My hands are tied.
Rod.
-Tight asses. -Definitely.
-He shot? -Fucking Christ!
You know I got something for you, right? Wouldn't come around unless I did.
If it ain't putting you out none...
Yeah.
Malaka!
-It's easier that way. -Yeah?
What the fuck did he say?
-And who do you work for, Mr. Cheese? -Who do I work for?
-Where's Prez now? -Daniels took him home.
It ain't personal, Ott.
Ifyou can talk, please stay on the line.
They're on you with wiretaps.
Kima, thanks for the call. Bye.
Dump this row. Dump the computer. Dump this.