Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The Homicide unit, right?
Like I could've stopped Ziggy from what he'd done.
Pop...
What're you doing here, Bea?
Think he'll open up and talk more?
In case you haven't noticed, Lieutenant, I'm the only fed still in the room.
I'm busted.
You won't find a goddamn thing! I can tell you that right now.
They ain't voting for me, Brucie! It ain't about me!
We ain't talking about a bunch of thieves rolling drums of olive oil off the docks.
You wanna go with Auntie Tasha? Come on.
Also, we're still hunting the Sobotka nephew.
Help me?
even if they roll, give us Eton and Sergei.
You're a Sobotka.
Wait a second. You're gonna give a drug dealer a ride like that?
State your name, asshole. What's your name?
Eton and Sergei are in. So is the madam.
Stop it, just stop it.
It's gone.
You could've said something.
I'll put myself in, too. Whatever you need. Anything but the union.
I might be able to point you in that direction.
-Look, I need something to eat. -Okay, what do you want?
what can we do for our friend White Mike?
and fuck if he wasn't dumped in front of a house I was using.
There are different kinds of wrong.
You got a focus. I give you that.
State your name.
As to our only tangible piece of progress from the raids...
I'm asking 'cause it was someone with a Greek-ass name...
Stinkum? I mean, you closed the book on that nigger your damn self.
No lifeline got thrown all that time. Nothing from nobody.
The US attorney has what he wants with the union guys...
My friends and their kids, like we got the cancer.