Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Breathing heavily]

at some pretentious Santa Fe white shoe law firm.

We went to four different lawyers --

She needed the phone. [Ringing]

I met him in August of 2002 on BlackPlanet. A beautiful, sunny day.

[Cellphone keypad beeping]

You never come back.

We recycle, so you can feel good about that.

Main: I'm afraid not.

[Keyboard clacking]

Uh, I can come to your office.

bring him back before the Salamancas sweep him up.

[Speaking Spanish]

I heard... You -- Yeah.

[Air conditioner rattling]

Why would I believe you?

Yes.[Both chuckle]

Salamancas have all hands looking for him,

I take four of our best guys

[Breathes deeply]

If your guy wasn't nose deep in the devil's dandruff,

about how we might keep the peace...

Wh-What do you think the record is?

I -- You know, I just -- I just think

I was a hard worker.

And it doesn't matter what you force us to sign.

it doesn't count anymore. It doesn't count. Right?

Man #2: Hi, Mr. Robertson. Sorry.

They sure will.

Far as everybody in the cartel is concerned,

is extremely difficult.

Sure, sure. Tomorrow. First thing. Uh, 9 a.m.

[Cellphone ringing]

No, not Kim Wexler. No.

Us and our good name

[Magazine clicks]

[Air conditioner powers down, gurgles]

Woman: Okay, well, first I got to start off with how we met. Okay.

[Water dripping]

So upbeat is bad...?

Really? You're sure?

Ricki Lake: Why'd you break up with him to begin with? What happened?

Hey -- Hey, you want to hear about rights?

will be a separate felony.

[Gunshots continue]

[Speaking Spanish]

We are not interested.