Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Adjust and adapt, like we always do.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm not staying long.
- Sons. - Sons.
Oh.
Wanted to see if you had the balls.
But from time to time a leader steps down to them out of the highest circles.
The hate you got in your heart for color...
...multiply it by 10, point it at yourself and Zobelle...
What's the matter?
Oh, shit.
When I became obliged to the FBI...
Love you, Tara.
I love you.
It's just a shot away It's just a shot away
How are you getting by?
Jesus.
It's done.
Edmond panicked, ran for the door.
We can't touch him.
Shit! My boy.
- Shit. Come on. - Sorry, man.
War, children
Wit Pro is a fantasy. It was never an option.
- I am so proud of you. - Me too.
I guess old Edmond here had the nerve after all.
Just want a discussion, man.