Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You'll wear an ankle bracelet for six months.

It's a different time.

...I'm right here.

- What are you talking about? - Drive.

- Don't you point that thing at me. Come on. Come on.

Listen, the, uh, club needs a big favor.

I need you to wear this.

He ain't had enough to drink

I might be able to get a few minutes with him at the fence...

I'm sorry. - She made him do it.

- Funds should transfer this afternoon. - Good.

That's only a few miles south.

Two million. Means we can buy Jimmy.

Gimme deathpunk baby

What is she talking about? You made a deal for Jimmy?

What's going on?

I'm sorry, but I didn't have your cell number...

It was a club vote.

There's more to the picture

Snug them up tight, lads. You're gonna need them.

You doing okay, bro?

This is more than retaliation.

You have any idea what kind of heat this is gonna bring the club, huh?

And once you're gone