Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Do me a favor? - What you need?

# On the devil's bed #

You mean that we gotta dig it up?

Emily Duncan. She's one of our Friday night whores.

Now is not a good time. I got a new supervisor crawling up my ass.

Be official in a few weeks.

I guess it's just Deputy Chief.

- Oh, shit. - Aw, shit.

That boy needs a hot shave.

Dude, look, I tell them I lost it in battle.

They're having a sale on toiletries...

Insurance covers the warehouse.

"and if you're a man with convictions...

# Was the son of a preacher man #

We hadn't hit that warehouse, we never would've known...

# Through the backyard we'd go walkin'#

# The only boy who could ever teach me #

He is a lucky kid. Both he and his mom escaped death on the same night.

# The only one who could ever reach me #

But he'll be in the NICU for at least two or three months.

Look, this isn't me tripping some guilt shit because of my kid.

So how we gonna get him out?

- Didn't know that. - Yeah.

We might need to go elsewhere in the short term.

You always hated it here.

Hey, Darby. Here. I got you a tamale.

- He creeps the shit out of me. - I know.

- But you and I know the truth. - What truth is that?

We don't stir up another shit storm to bite us in the ass.

Forensics team gets ahold of those bodies-

- Who's your friend? - Hate this shit.

He thinks Charming's stuck in 1969.

And then A. T.F. Takes up permanent residence in our collective rectums.

But everything so far points to full recovery.

This uptight piece of shit is gonna make our lives miserable.

I'm sorry about last night. I wasn't-

- Fifty-fifty? - Aaah, just throw me 10%.

violence is inevitable.'"

- about the Nord-Mayan hookup. - Right.

Apparently they hold the title on that parcel.

A few journal entries. Nothing much.

Yeah, I guess it did.

I'm sorry about last night.