Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And Herr Darby?

- We're supposed to just pretend that didn't happen? - No.

It's the top floor, third from the right.

Tara's house, no answer.

- Neither am I. - What the hell you talking about?

Oh, we got one slug out.

Hey, you did- you did great, Juice.

I can't just sit here.

I tried to. I had to get out of there, you know?

It's a light day.

- There's plenty of time for that. - No!

- Why you gotta give me such a hard time for? - It's my nature. I'm a giver.

Your promises were just smoke, weren't they?

The bullet in this guy's ass has hit a major femoral artery.

- You and me, Marky, we're gonna have our own little M.C. Summit. - Oh, yeah?

How many punches you got left in that hand?

You got your finger jammed up my ass?

This is not about money.

I don't think anything could shock me anymore.

The guy's got a bad infection. We're gonna lose him.

Yeah. But coming after me?

Hey, relax, huh? Shit happens, man.

I never killed anyone like this before, Tara.

# Gotta look this life #

- What kind of deal? - We sell them guns.

I'll go with him.

- You're kidding me? - Whoa.