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to set us up at his off-site, over in the southeast.

in which case it may be that Horseface entered the wrong container number...

-I'm saying, I mean-- -What are you saying? That's ridiculous.

Of course, this is neither the time nor the place...

Sorry for the loss.

Tell him what you want

That is exactly why we asked Lt. Daniels...

You got the club people, I guess.

Look here, 9581737 is listed to Thomas Pakusa.

-Yeah, we should be at the bar by now. -Nothing's wasted.

Thomas "Horseface" Pakusa.

How much, Nick?

Quit pulling your dicks and get this thing off of me.

until some day, some way, that motherfucker gets dredged...

-Me? -We need to bring in the Lieutenant...

Smart card technology provides greater security...

It's win-win for me.

What's up with that other thing, man?

'Cause I'm the one out here all day taking the chance, right?

What's up, little man?

-Let me consult my partner. -Of course.

You want the arrangement to look like a high-rise housing project?

Night work with break-bulk. I hate this shit.

Call him up and tell him what you want

I'm saying, you getting all ridiculous over bits and pieces. You feeling me?

Let me put a point on it. My shit is right, String.

Pyramid lnc. 5605 Newkirk.

-Whatever he wants. -Right.

This shit is just business, String. Buy for a dollar, sell for two.

That nigger did that shit to hurt me, man.

Then it's, "Who's your son?"

-How you hanging? -Good. I'm good.

I got your murders. But what I need from you, I get.

Because linking a street-level drug connect to our main target...

Starting tomorrow, I'm down at the Fairfield Terminals.

I'm trying to dig myself out of the basement with something simple and clean here.

Brianna, man, she putting it on you?

I ain't even going to New York except for my coke. Ain't no need.

Right now, the less he knows he's involved in the murder investigation...

4,000 people to move 350 million tons a year?

Man, I've never seen that thing.