Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Maybe you do have some Irish blood left in you, boy.
You're welcome.
Next week.
The beatdown was obligatory, not angry.
Just put it in the back. I'll take it to his house.
You getting in bed with the club?
- How long do we have? - Pfft.
...and I'm not gonna let you sabotage it.
The dirt never touches you.
Don't be so sensitive, laddie.
He's a big boy. Maybe like four hours.
All right, the meeting's all set with Galen and the cartel.
I trust you gentlemen worked things out.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I'll be in touch.
On three.
Oh, that was all Tara's fault, huh?
- Uh, Nero sent me. - Yeah, come in.
I'll drive myself.
-Now? -Yes, ma'am.
O the land of an unclouded sky
Sounds like a solid lead.
Well, now you know what they can do.
First bite of the apple's gotta be tasty.
I'll call you back.
You trust this guy?
Not now.
You be able to stitch me up here, doc?
I appreciate it, but I'm a diabetic. I can't eat that.
Of course, man.
Thought I'd get resistance about Diosa.
Yeah.
Hey.
Turns him into something he's not.
-We just happened to be there with a camera. -All right.
- Thanks, man. - Jesus.
I ain't Clay.
I know how important Charming Heights is to you.
Okay, boys.
-What? Really? -Lot of cock.
Sometimes my life feels like a deadly balancing act.
- Sure. Why not? - Oh, yeah, absolutely.
According to the preliminaries...
Okay.