Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(Hank whimpers)
Why are you protecting Barry Berkman?
please report to gate 19B.
Drop the fucking gun, or we fuckin' shoot!
Look at me. Look at me. Look at me.
(gasping)
I know where I'm going.
(grunts)
-Barry did this. -Barry did this. (gasps)
-Gustavo, piano! -(music stops)
-With traffic. -Seventeen. Okay. Bye.
(thud)
The one play on the ball...
-Drop it now! -Berkman, drop the fucking gun!
(door opens)
(gasps) Don't!
Put it down!
(speaking Spanish)
Jim: I need you to come now.
-Sally: What fucking place? -(sighs)
Did you love my daughter?!
-(echoing thud) -(metallic ring)
Akhmal: No! No! We won't escape! Please, get that out of here!
(weak wailing)
Of course. Yes, I do.
You love my daughter?
Listen to me, Barry. Please don't go in there.
-Cállate, coño! -Oh!
Oh, w-what is that? Metal?
excellent job of blocking by the defenders.
-(insects chirping) -(phone buzzing)