Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Let's go into the photo booth. Come on.

Come on. Come on.

Make her hide it, lie about it-

What happened here?

And I got no idea what it's like to be you.

- Let him bleed out. - Holy shit. Holy shit.

Clay, Oswald doesn't give a shit about Sam Crow.

Well, he stays in that toaster till he can throw a punch.

- And what did you just say to that cop? - Why don't you ask him yourself?

# You got to get it while you can ##

I'm not askin' you to compromise. Just tell us what you know.

And don't say, "In your mama."

If they arrest this guy...

Juice should be here soon, Clay.

- That bullshit excuse is even getting old to me. - It's not that.

Maybe I got somethin' to prove with this guy. You know, that's my shit.

Opening my mind to bigger possibilities.

- See if it's still in play out here. - Thanks.

Yeah, hejust fell off the face of the earth. It's funny how easy that can happen.

- I have a pretty good idea who might have delivered it. - Don't go down that road.

- Got it. - Hey, hey. Put these in my box.

Darby's got a meth shack couple of miles from there.

when he gets back, he'll want his cash before he goes to Dungloe.

This girl got raped less than a mile away.

- Thanks. - Okay.

- # Kumbaya, my Lord, Kumbaya ## - Better get outta here.

I don't catch this rapist, I'm the one under the microscope.

Oswald Beef, Oswald Construction.

and then I pumped it into my favorite vein.

you know, maybe that's your way of pissin' on Charming ground.

Men on the porch are armed. Not sure about the ones in the back.

We start rebuilding, we'll be up and runnin' in two, three months.

Total jerk off. Hale must know we're lookin' for the guy.

And don't say, "In your mama."