Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're not?
If you or a loved one is a resident of a Sandpiper Crossing facility...
No witnesses, clean egress.
Where?
And maybe you walk away from this.
- Hey, uh.... - Your brother isn't here, Mr. McGill.
I know. He sent me to get his ink blotter. I'll just be a second.
No.
No, homes?
Hey, you.
I am so, so sorry.
Let's find out. Come on down, Chuck...
No. I've changed my mind.
...and for that, I apologise.
Real shit, you know, but cheap. We could sell it as fast as we got it.
Yeah. A chimp with a machine gun, that's me, right?
- Who's gonna pull in behind you? - I'm guessing someone who likes tacos.
Someone comes in behind me, I'm blocked.
However...
You just hit my car.
...is something we've been carefully building for years.
And there's a weekly billing quota that I'm about 40 hours behind on...
So? You gonna extort me, Chuck?
So we're not done now?
State-of-the-art, accurate to 2400 metres.
I am not the bad guy here.
And he's using again, crystal, much bigger kick.
Can you hear me? Can you talk to me?
Let's just keep things friendly, all right?
He's hustling.
You got some crazy lip on you, old man.
What can I do to put Kim back where she belongs, huh?
- It's all there. - Shh.
Killing your partner, heh...
...but management of personnel, those decisions are all Howard's.
You broke the rules.
It was a simple little commercial. It aired once, that's all.
No.
And you're forever shocked when it blows up in your face.
You embarrassed Howard, who-- God help him.
Yes, I would like to report a fight going on...
- Jimmy, no. It'll only make things worse. - I'll explain it to him.