Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She's the one you chased.
DA is not pursuing charges. You're free to go.
Hale got Eglee to give him an escort out of town.
- We gotta go. Now. - She'll be back soon.
He's a goldmine. And he knows it.
In five minutes, give him a reason to go to the bathroom.
Thanks, bro.
War, children
A Mirabeau, a Rochefort, a Prince Kropotkin.
You should go on back to the clubhouse. They're gonna need you there.
That won't be necessary.
Turn around.
For three years now.
Resigned to books on tape.
Eddie?
And handing you over to Clay would be a satisfying consolation.
Yup, that's his car.
But if these guys open up on Main Street, I gotta call the sheriff.
- Let's go! - Go get King Whitie.
He's in a psych eval.
Who is she, Gemma?
Bad news for law enforcement.
What are you doing?
...if it rouses interest and compassion...
Make the call.
And fast asleep
- Today? - Well, we have no choice.
Yee-ha!
What are you gonna do with that?
Hey, kids.
He's clean.
Shit.
And everyone else in the potential line of fire.
For since all men in the formula are equal...
Kiss away Kiss away
Well...