Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Take the land profit, put it in somethin' else.

The doctor said Abel's getting stronger.

Look, I just want to get it livable.

It's a good name.

Don't patch him in.

Full auto, laser scopes.

# Some things are meant to be #

- You done? - Yeah.

- No way, man. - We gotta get in and out fast.

No sign of your watchman.

- No! Stop! - Stop it! Donna!

# Some overflow and spill out like waves #

They sold you out. You know that.

Break's over! Let's go!

Selling mostly to truckers, some of the Mexi gangs.

I mean, you can cook all the crank you want along the border.

It's gotta be stuffed and treated, you idiot.

Tellers do not die easy.

Well, after the smoke clears, get rid of the bodies.

All the guns, including your M4s, blown to shit.

- I'll cover you with Sam Crow. - What about the boom?

What happens if those Mayans crash that dope party with Leroy's M4s?

You doin' okay?

There's no need to be making threats, brother. Me and my boys...

giving me some more time-

This location is dead.

# Are meant to be #

Thanks... Grandma.

Good work, kids.

Uh, run fund is covered for the next two months.

Backtracked one of Alvarez's dummy corporations in San Leandro...

- They sell birdseed, ese. - Are you kidding me, man?

Jesus Christ. That guy shits more than a grizzly, man. It ain't human.

My lawyer said they might file criminal charges.

- Don't you dare! - Don't I dare?

White boy must've sucked lots of brown dick.

Three? A couple of weeks?

I'm not going anywhere.

I'm supposed to deliver five cases to Leroy and his crew before tomorrow morning.

- He's not gonna make it. - What are you-

I got one more day out of Leroy, that's it.

I gotta make a run.