Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thank you.
- How old are you? - Twenty-two.
Random stop. Just keep it light. Smile and show them your passport.
Let's get you set up here.
Holy shit!
Well, Jimmy wants to keep that income in his pocket.
Not that I know of. But like I said, last few months, been in the dark.
- Down! Down on the ground! Now! - Hey, hey, hey. What's the worry here?
Follow-up for your friend?
Commercial interest I'm associated with currently owns three of the properties.
Jackson. Father Kellan.
You're gonna get rid of him.
Well, I know where he is, yes.
- You look younger. - That a problem?
And Jimmy knew that if we came here...
Your son was in danger.
I'll check the clubhouse for the receivables.
It's why my dad helped set up the charter.
They got scared because shit went south.
I don't know if he's got the heart for this.
...you and me would be having this conversation.
All right, sounds good.
But not now.
That's our main gig. Got one tomorrow.
Get them out. All right, boys.
I've been here before, doc.
He's a whole different guy when you're not around.
...I will make sure Abel goes home in the arms of his loving family.
- Come on. Let's go.
Didn't expect you to make the journey.
You! Here! On the ground! Now!
As long as they got ID they should be okay.
Let's go.
- I said, blow me. - I need that socket, man.
Hold it, hold it, hold it.
Some friends wanted me to encourage you to consider their generous offer...
You.
It's an extremely time-sensitive issue. Needs to be handled right away.
This jet lag's kicking my ass.
- Step on the gas. - What?