Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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