Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Tell me you killed my wife.
I never had the nerve To love you
Glad you're back, bro. - Yeah, me too. Shit.
I'm glad he's doing good.
- Get him in the van. - I know, man.
Getting it done.
We're all broken up about what happened to Donna.
- He was brown. Right.
Holy shit.
...how many thousands of dollars trying to crush us?
And nobody tells us what we can and can't do.
Expensive car.
...or we find you and we do this again.
...and drive back to Nazi town.
Then we left him behind to get shredded by the Niners.
Right as rain is.
Tell him to stop selling guns to niggers and wetbacks...
Run them through Dungloe.
It's bullshit.
No! No! No!
Realization There's no easy way to be free
True IRA is picking up momentum. North country's getting hot.
I don't know what you're talking about, man.
They're Mick pricks.
Heh. Miracle drug.
...you'd be ripping off that guy's fingers one by one.
I'm right here, baby.
Niners? Mayans? Who?
The only reason I don't set fire to it is because I love Ope.
Every surrounding town from Stockton to Lodi...
Come on. There we go. That's a good boy.
- Think this moves him past it? Opie? I don't know, man.
If he asks me, I'm not gonna lie to him just because I can't prove it was Clay.
What do you think, gentlemen?
How was the walkabout?
Come on, Clay.
Oh.
Now that we're keeping the Oakland business...
You guys take the van, head back. I'll dump the body.
- Gotta beef him up a little. - Ha.
I missed you, bro.
What you do for a living is between you and your maker.
You have no idea.