Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Those were your AKs, weren't they?

I see you haven't called your lawyer.

No skateboards. Promise.

I'll set that up... in a couple hours.

I guess Chicago doesn't have a dress code, huh?

- I'll be seeing you. - Yeah, Nate.

and a motorcycle enthusiast.

and fat, black hookers.

- The rest of the AKs are here. - Call the Niners.

Shit like that won't happen again.

Plus the ten I got this morning and the Chinese money.

Anybody asks, you don't know anything about what went down in Indian Hills.

Hiding out in some bunker?

Yeah, don't spank her.

You are. $10,000.

Nate Meineke and Frank Cison.

for every re-up.

He's greasing the palms of the Port Authority contacts.

What if that doesn't hook up? The others want a taste?

Solution 15. It's magic. I'll get my guy to write you a prescription.

and you'll handle it.

We'll find 'em.

That was a bunch of bullshit.

You're staying? So am I.

We might just shut this Harley Mafia down for good.

Is that how your rack got to be that size?

They killed three people in cold blood,

Dungloe, Ireland?

Yeah, go meet with Laroy. Pick up our money.