Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Down at the body shop.

-Ray. Hey. -[Leo struggling]

[siren wailing]

You do business with your own.

Popular Mechanics.

Well, it's a…

-Thanks, man. -All right.

Either way, this interview is over.

Pose on the Jumbotron, man.

Yeah? What's that, the slow lane?

That's okay. Uh, we pay him cash.

here's some for you.

[Leo] Hey, squirrel.

[Dr. Wagner] Son of a bitch.

[tense music playing]

Hey. [whistles] I said time's up.

you're in excellent health for a man your age and situation.

We see a need and we fill it.

I mean, apart from being an idiot.

No, they're not going anywhere.

You need to be Leo Pap from this day forward.

We're on our way. Grab a kit and crash cart just in case.

Enjoying breakfast?

-You're not leaving, are you? -I can't. Not yet.

We gotta do some work in the garden.

What's up, bro? How you doing? You good?

[guard] Lights out.

You told me to find her a new family. Remember?

I'm recommending you walk the fuck out of here or kill him.

What the fuck? Are you kidding me?

and for the last 17 years, I couldn't do it

Maybe we should just slow down for a minute?

Everybody in their cells.

[buzzer sounds]

Come on, man, come on.

I suppose you need money.

[song playing on car radio] ♪ Say, up in Harlem, at a table for two ♪

Sorry about that.

Let me handle her.