Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Juan Carlos, may I assume the stimulants are in your backpack bag?

She told me Abel's in Belfast.

Quite the secret queen lately.

We'll get Gemma to reach out.

Trinity, it's me.

I'll hand deliver Jimmy O'Phelan...

Right. Uh, they leave a number?

Well, then somebody's full of shit.

The U.S. attorney has refused to honor the deal.

You already know too much.

- All right. You got a PO number? - No, I got nothing.

With everything else going on, it doesn't make sense.

But this matter involves the other half of my life.

I don't know who the friend is, brother...

What was he wearing?

A little stupid.

All right, if you don't get it tomorrow, let me know. Bye.

Some kind of corporate interest's coming to buy up the block.

She owns a grocery store a block away from the Belfast clubhouse.

What are you doing?

What happened to Rupert's?

- It's got nothing to do with you. - My club.

I didn't tell them anything.

How did you get my address?

May I speak with you, please?

You, Bobby and Chibs.