Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But who gives a shit about you?
But that cunt daughter of yours, she come here,
- Lot of tea leaves about. - Excuse me?
You don't miss a trick.
Why don't they make shows about people's daily lives
Start with the thing.
Huh.
Quite a character, isn't he?
Been away a lot.
Yeah. Like, you have any friends, man?
like sick old man or skinny little weakling, or big fat guy?
Ashamed?
Those are valets, man.
Oh, man.
Your daughter, she had a fondness for dangerous men?
Terry.
Not that her accent would've hobbled her progress.
The guy's a money guy.
Do I know you?
She'd already got to you.
Nine years? Wow, is that legal?
Dame la llave, gracias, gracias.
The kid who called me. Well, I called them...
You know what I would like to have done to her?
Disappointed.
A sliding scale? Well, it's... um...
I don't suppose you'd prefer a steady income?
Blacks? No Terry, it's not their style.
Took them out? What the fuck does that mean?
Bide yer time. That's what prison teaches if nothing else.
- Look, you see that? - What?
Well, I would if I came this far to kill someone.
Straight rotation, no bullshit, call your shots.
That would have been too easy.
Tell me about Jenny.
me contract, wallop.
Great. This is sure making the fuck out of my day.
I sure hope so.
Could've been anything.
They had a fight, she drove away. She was upset.
What's the deal, hm?
Too bad she had to take a nosedive off that cliff.
About being here with the bodyguards and everything.
Yeah.
She was gonna call the cops.
is I want to find out who the fuck you are.
Hm?
Well, she twigged by the time she was eight or nine
Huh, yeah. Jenny spoke fondly of her imaginary siblings.
Done up like fucking household cavalry.
Daddy, the friendly ghost.
It was meant to be an infinity pool and go off the edge.
Up the coast.
- Well, you know Jim. - Of course. We know.
Drugs, cash. Both if we're lucky.
That geezer was top of my list.
Hello?
Terry Valentine is a friend of mine.
or playing lago in a world tour of Othello.
The pool's hot, too, if you want to.
Tidy little premium per annum, that.
I saw the ground and I thought "Mm, put it down."
A hit-and-run gunman.
There was this screw what really had it in for me.
And that's not what lights your fire?