Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

# Some overflow and spill out like waves #

Full auto, laser scopes.

Tellers do not die easy.

Backtracked one of Alvarez's dummy corporations in San Leandro...

I'm not going anywhere.

giving me some more time-

# Are meant to be #

Three? A couple of weeks?

- You done? - Yeah.

Jesus Christ. That guy shits more than a grizzly, man. It ain't human.

- No way, man. - We gotta get in and out fast.

Take the land profit, put it in somethin' else.

- He's not gonna make it. - What are you-

No sign of your watchman.

White boy must've sucked lots of brown dick.

It's gotta be stuffed and treated, you idiot.

They sold you out. You know that.

- No! Stop! - Stop it! Donna!

Selling mostly to truckers, some of the Mexi gangs.

Don't patch him in.

- I'll cover you with Sam Crow. - What about the boom?

This location is dead.

I got one more day out of Leroy, that's it.

# Some things are meant to be #

Thanks... Grandma.

Look, I just want to get it livable.

You doin' okay?

All the guns, including your M4s, blown to shit.

I'm supposed to deliver five cases to Leroy and his crew before tomorrow morning.

Good work, kids.

My lawyer said they might file criminal charges.

It's a good name.

Well, after the smoke clears, get rid of the bodies.

Break's over! Let's go!

There's no need to be making threats, brother. Me and my boys...

I gotta make a run.

- They sell birdseed, ese. - Are you kidding me, man?

The doctor said Abel's getting stronger.

I mean, you can cook all the crank you want along the border.

Uh, run fund is covered for the next two months.

- Don't you dare! - Don't I dare?

What happens if those Mayans crash that dope party with Leroy's M4s?