Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You took three arms of law enforcement on a hundred-mile-an-hour goose chase.
Two hundred block, Liberty Street. Four shops.
How you doing, brother?
- Get down! Down! Down! You heard him.
Oh, he has many.
Pissers folded like girls. Didn't give anything up.
Neither did the feds. Where's my grandson?
Aye.
But like he said, if it's not him, it would be someone else.
- All right. Thanks, boys. - All right. Come on.
That threat is still present.
No, should I?
Hey. No one's ever gonna hurt my baby.
Okay, Shepard, you got the first watch with Lumpy.
Not sure.
If word got out that we had killed one of our own leaders...
Wants to cut out the Belfast charter from any future work.
Everybody okay? Oh, yeah. Lovely.
Take them out!
Big fella
Very nice.
What do you want from me?
No, for me, actually.
Maureen.
I was holding on to this pathetic hope all the way here.
Always with the smart remark Your eyes blazin' and blue
Jesus Christ. Get in the car.
- Your uncle? - Aye.
Hope you're sober enough to remember this.
We gotta find Jimmy.
Blame it on the life.
That's Jax?
Hey.
All right? - Okay.
You shoot it, you own it.
...it's a very volatile subject.
Just showing our American brothers the beautiful Irish countryside, officer.
Thank you.