Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There was a screwup in the paperwork.

We go into a little insult dance,

Real nasty stuff from Colombia.

Hi. Svetlana, right?

and honestly, I think a drive might be good for me.

and when you're only out for yourself,

That doesn't belong to you.

I tell them that they're ancient Aztec cenotes.

I run these holistic crystals up to LA.

all you need are people who can act tough,

But really they're just beach rocks, my friend.

I need to stay here and make sure they're safe.

Once I've conducted my business with Luis…

I was, uh-- I was ambushed by Los X's.

None of this makes any sense. It's like one crazy thing after another.

♪ Vaya con Dios, my darling… ♪

So, can you help me?

Doesn't belong to you either. You're not a Los X.

I know you didn't kill anyone, my friend.

I charged your phone for you.

Aren't you-- oh! Oh!

All right, everybody, just take a breath, all right?

Hmm. Listen, if you didn't want my help, why did you call me here?

And you, homes. [chuckles]

[sobbing] I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. No.

No, man. Worse, way worse.

-Sit back, please! Thank you. -Okay, okay. No problem.

-[Luis speaks Spanish] -[glasses clink]

for the last few years, but that's, you know, out of my control.

I am never gonna work for you.

I just need a man on the other end to make sure that it runs smooth.

then I'll call in poor Benito's murder.

It's not drugs!

It was my birthday too. [sighs]

and announces that he's getting old and he's retiring.

-[refrigerator door opens] -[gasps]

Now it's in the hands of a street gang who probably don't realize what they have,

♪ Vaya con Dios, my love ♪

Well, I knew that you would never give up.

You're making a huge mistake here, buddy. Huge.

I mean, you can see why.

What do you do when you have company?

Well, I know you're the Devil now.

Hey, you best recognize when you talk to my boy Dan.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

[car approaches]

-That's not what I'm talking-- -You don't have to justify yourself to me.

But we don't know who the hell you are, Mr. Joe Stone.

Look, man, I'm not-- I'm not trying to offend you.

I mean, you would have to arrange the crime scene just right.

Oh, of course, it's very realistic.

["I Gotta Feeling" playing]

Job absolutely well done! [laughs]

♪ Walk a mile in my shoes ♪

but then life has a way of blindsiding you.

♪ Seeing, it's believing from where I am ♪