Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I ran Kellan Ashby through every database that I could.
...to your family.
Heh. Oh. She's a supervisor, all right. Come on, Teller, we're going for a ride.
Not much of a sleeper.
How are you, Jackson?
- I understand you feel... - You don't understand shit.
Okay, no more blood.
Here we stand Poorest of them all
So, what do we know?
All right, it's set.
...there's no seizures, he's never been interrogated.
I'm a doctor at St. Thomas Hospital. She's a supervisor.
You gotta get your family out of here.
...in the downtown area has died from his injuries.
- Get the girls out of here. - Go on, girls, come on.
Escaping custody is another federal charge.
One of yours?
This could set off a chain of events that we may not be able to contain.
I know it seems, well, unfair.
That's not our call, brother. The army sets the pace. They're ready.
Why the hell would Alvarez shit on the deal?
We're determined It's the end
You and your son are caught up in a very ugly struggle...
Spare a fag?
A saint.
You look out for your ma.
And the only way that I can keep my baby safe...
Chibs, I'm sorry, man, we gotta go.
...it wasn't the Mayans that wrecked Lumpy.
Somebody, last night...
It's me.
This feels all wrong to me.