Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I met him in a hash bar in Amsterdam. He speaks Russian, German, Arabic.
I swear I'm telling the truth!
But it wasn't enough.
One went bad. And I get this, why?
But never in all my years have I seen it rain $100 bills.
One:
No, wait.
-Hey. -What happened? What's wrong?
So if that's what "upset" means...
Maybe next lifetime.
-Race you? -Yeah.
-Give me a hand, fellas? -Yeah.
But I'm trying to fix that.
Look at it. No, take a look.
-Come on, Mom. You gotta see this. -What?
This has been a breaking news report.
It was a big fire.
Come on, Joanie.
| talk to you, they'll kill me.
They tried to make me talk.
-Hey, Frank, is that that Candelaria? -Yeah, Manuel.
-Yes. -Then at 9:00, you called him...
You sell homegrown pot by the ounce, Micky, not by the barrel.
Our neighbour is an artist.
It's me, Castle. Candelaria. I'll take care of you.
I did?
This was the last one.
-That's hard to get. -Yeah.
-Morning. -Hey.
-What? -How long have you worked for me?
Oh, my God, this weather.
No, not vengeance.
He has first tee time five days a week at Tampa Springs.
Come on. I need your help.
Why? Why are you killing--? Why are you kill--? Why...?
-What's that date? -September 5th. Last Thursday.
God! Oh, my God!
-Howard, Quentin was gay. -You'd say anything.
-Glass. -Quentin, those pictures of you...
Well, you can probably figure out which one Bumpo is.
...who transports it in Cigarette boats to his banks in Grand Cayman...
...when.
Who are his friends?
It won't hurt at first.
You are not a nice person.
Howard. Howard.
I asked you a question, fat man.
The Wyndham Hotel. But Mrs. Saint was at the movies last Thursday.
You should leave right now.
Oh, I think I might.
He's not.
-You're not doing drugs, are you? -Not right now.
He's killing someone, and we're next.
When did you speak to him?
See you at home, son.