Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Could've happened to anybody.

Friends and colleagues.

Gentlemen, what can I get you?

I bloody ask 'im.

Yeah. No, there's three different ways up the hill.

Jenny was in my acting class.

My soldiers are out there. What more can I do?

God, you're beautiful.

She fell asleep at the wheel!

I was thinkin' about something else.

What was he like, huh?

Anyway, Avery wants him.

No, it wasn't that, either.

You think a guy like that ever will?

Reticulum, Pleiades.

Huh, Fuck you, Tom.

I bet she would've like that.

in exchange for skimming a percentage off the top.

where the cops don't even carry guns?

Er, no, tell a lie, third stretch. Yep, third.

"You didn't say there were these Negroes following him, too."

- You're kidding me? - Extra muscle. Bodyguards.

She had a feeling 'bout this last job.

Bad loan, bad judgement, bad faith.

You sound like the 5 o'clock news. Why tell me this shit?

I won't call for my mother!

Well, first in, first out. That's me.

- Definitely business affairs. - Terry Valentine.

if he was involved, or she was, who knows?

You wanna run with me now?

Fuck you, mister, all right?

I told you to stay away from the windows.

He give me your address.

You don't believe it was a car accident?

Man, you steady on! What the fuck you do?

Jenny lived at the beach when she moved here.

if you could see it.

Three Seasons. Who told you that? Eddie?

Maybe she doesn't know the English dude.

- What? - That you have at your office.

What time was it supposed to have happened?

- Maybe it still is. - Well... well, who?

They're talking to the kid who got away.

Oi! Trousers, keep it 'andy. We're not gonna be staying long.