Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He wouldn't be doing this if he knew you were pregnant.
Wait.
I have to.
No rockers. Our reapers are out there on the bar.
Well, you know how much I love you.
Aye.
Where is he?
Might be the meds.
They'll be here soon.
I need to ask you a delicate question.
If a dick move could have pushed Donna away...
I saw Dr. Knowles trying to pursue her.
Not sure.
That intel puts us in danger.
You want me to reach out?
We'll come back to say goodbye.
Hello, Ashby's.
Sorry, brother, she's not sure.
And travel light.
Maybe. - Maybe? Maybe? Are you serious?
That's some bitch-ass shit.
Easy. Easy.
- Then page his partner. Get the gurney out.
I just came by to pack a bag.
Scuffle with N.I. Police.
Oh, Jesus Christ, he's a baby.
Key card will get you out the back door. There's some cash in my pocket.
Great.
I always worry about you.
I walked in on him and that porn slut this morning.
Painkillers will keep him quiet for a bit.
Look.
- You reach out to Fiona? - Yeah. Finally got through.
Maybe there was nothing I could have done to stop him from taking Abel.
Why don't you go and wash up, Fi?
The crow flies straight A perfect line
Too many nights we hold this line