Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I wanna get these motherfuckers.
Fuck, it's Adam.
I'm out, Rose.
They make a good team.
[doorbell ringing]
We gotta get some clothes for you. We'll cross here.
No, seriously.
[upbeat music playing]
[cell phone vibrating]
- Is that gonna be my new career? - What, a nine-ball hustler?
It's Lawrence Finster.
Yeah.
What didn't you tell them exactly?
[pen scribbling]
Okay, we have to go.
Just no suspects.
No,
[woman seething]
Trust me, I... I don't know anything.
but I learned quickly that some things are better left alone.
He confess?
{\an8}Thirty-seven now, 80 by the end of the year.
[man] Got it.
- Nathan? - Checking.
My aunt said there's someone in the White House who can't be trusted.
- Sorry. - [woman] No problem.
We have a car with Secret Service agents who'll take you to the Remborne Hotel.
- Here? - Just there.
Rose?
They almost killed her, me too.
Yeah, upstairs.
It's called conducting an investigation, Sutherland.
Where are the Secret Service agents that were here?
Maybe they hid them here.
[woman scoffing]
Just in case.
'Cause that's not how the game is played in spy land.
- Okay. - [woman breathing heavily]
I'll fall forward so my body weight's distributed across more area.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
about what happened to my aunt and uncle?
Looks like, uh, someone cleaned in here recently.
Are you okay?
- Do you know how to--? - No.
[Peter] I... I figured.
[intense music playing]
Do you wanna find your aunt and uncle's killer or not?
I need to personally file for bankruptcy.
2781 is the number of the metro train I was on.
no matter how many rules you have to break.
Fourteen hours since Emma and Henry Campbell were killed.
Where do you see the cybersecurity sector trending?
You're not curious?
I won't hang up on you tonight, I promise.