Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...Mr. White is going to try to kill your husband.
Left messages at two or three different places.
- Oh, this is private. - Good.
Pass.
You know, you were right about these hamburgers.
Those two guys who just left are cops.
We're looking for an armed and dangerous felon...
...not until you have lived with him for 12 years.
Lemke's in jail, and his curly-headed friend's on the run.
- You all right to drive? - Yeah, I'm fine.
Five hundred more to you, Rankin.
Don't shoot. Don't shoot.
- Man, that is weird. - It is?
I don't know. Maybe he moved around back.
Excuse me, Mrs. Rankin. Here you go.
It's not what you think. I needed a fix.
If he turns up, we'll find him.
See you, Hug.
- Mrs. Rankin. - He sounded so scared.
Yeah, see for yourself. That was his.
...she got pretty heavy into drugs, and she doesn't sing anymore.
Look, when the guy comes out to fix that tire...
...Vic worked for White six months ago.
...not anymore.
A thousand.
...and Vic played there...
Come on.
- Thanks. - Thanks, Hug.
I wonder who told White's people that Rankin was here?
That's it?
Gil White, he...
Starsk, why don't you give it up? The tooth isn't going to fix itself.
...I want you to call me.
Three people at four locations.
Well, so much for this terrific idea, huh?
Well, Monsieur White did me a favour:
No, there's no need for that.
Now, wait a minute. I didn't...
You were holding the other side of your face this morning.