Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Maybe they found they went to school together.
Come out with your hands up.
Ah, most talkative little con I ever shared a cell with.
Tonight.
Ask them to clear the air. Now, listen...
- Who, for instance? - A very good friend of mine, me.
We started wondering. Stranger, bullet hole in the roof of the cabin...
We had enough food for a week. What'd she have to go out for?
- Going to crash out? - Yeah.
... coming out of the High Sierra Tunnel...
Well, anyway, she quit running, Cody.
If he tried it once, he'll try it again.
Yeah, sure. A specialist. You.
What does that mean?
- I'll fix it so it blows up in his face. - Suits me.
- That sound funny to you? - Oh, no. No.
Dr. Simpson speaking.
- I thought you said cleanest in the West. - You ever seen a cleaner one, mister?
And, you, you drive.
Fence the 50 and you get 20.
... Williams, Phillips, Jordan.
Spectrograph of dust deposits taken from the dead man's clothes.
Where do we go, Trader?
There's a call that's gonna cost more than a nickel.
Source of signal, Imperial and Figueroa.
Huh?
He's gonna walk us out of here. Ain't you, copper? Get up.
Come on. Get going. Get out there.
What are you so nervous about? Anything wrong?
Sure, it's smart, but what about me? What do I do for the next two years?
They think they've got Cody Jarrett.
Let her go. C, cut over fast to Arango.
Car B at Atlantic and Compton, bearing 244 degrees.
Same as before. 198th and Figueroa.
- Not bad. - Are you in for any of it?
- In what prison? - You'll enjoy the food. Wonderful chef.
What's holding him up?
Except that Cody's not an easy guy to get close to in a hurry.
Hold it.
And according to Ma...
- They won't make any deals. - You better pray that they do.
Yes, sir, our psychiatrists are coming tonight.
The following new men report to the dispensary for shots:
They wouldn't know. There's one in the house.
All right. - Good luck.
Fill him full of lead and he'll still come at you.
Cover the back.
He's the number one boy now, Parker says.
A week has passed since bandits jumped a mail train...
Mm-hm, that's what I thought, Mr. Evans.
... and there was Ma Jarrett.
The only person he's ever cared about or trusted is his mother.
Known member, Jarrett Gang. "
- Doctor. - Not now, Ryley.
Good bye.
... where he unloaded $300,000 in federal currency without a single bill showing up.
It was me, Ed.
Hey, uh, this fellow you call the Trader, can you trust him?
Yeah.
Go on.
Beat it up the hill and call the others.
Uh, provided there's no unforeseen accident, of course.
Bass.
You're as scared of Cody as any of them.
You won't be sorry, Vic.
Mm.
Why me? What do you want with me?
Having a cup of coffee. He'll be right out.
If there's any trouble, give us the horn, hard, hmm? All right.
I told you, Cody hasn't been in California for months.
- We don't have to worry about him. - Huh?
- See you in the morning. - Right.
I don't know how they did it. Somebody must have tipped them.
Good. I'll be down there right away.
I see what you mean.
And then, times when I'd be losing my grip...
- Come in, C. - That's a dead spot, Phil.