Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come on. Get going. Get out there.
We started wondering. Stranger, bullet hole in the roof of the cabin...
It was me, Ed.
Huh?
Bass.
Tonight.
Maybe they found they went to school together.
You're as scared of Cody as any of them.
Come out with your hands up.
A week has passed since bandits jumped a mail train...
- Going to crash out? - Yeah.
They wouldn't know. There's one in the house.
Same as before. 198th and Figueroa.
Sure, it's smart, but what about me? What do I do for the next two years?
Car B at Atlantic and Compton, bearing 244 degrees.
What does that mean?
Dr. Simpson speaking.
... where he unloaded $300,000 in federal currency without a single bill showing up.
What are you so nervous about? Anything wrong?
Uh, provided there's no unforeseen accident, of course.
There's a call that's gonna cost more than a nickel.
Ask them to clear the air. Now, listen...
He's the number one boy now, Parker says.
Hold it.
- Not bad. - Are you in for any of it?
Yeah.
Well, anyway, she quit running, Cody.
All right. - Good luck.
And then, times when I'd be losing my grip...
- They won't make any deals. - You better pray that they do.
Fill him full of lead and he'll still come at you.
Fence the 50 and you get 20.
Yes, sir, our psychiatrists are coming tonight.
Where do we go, Trader?
And, you, you drive.
Good bye.
They think they've got Cody Jarrett.
- I thought you said cleanest in the West. - You ever seen a cleaner one, mister?
Go on.
If there's any trouble, give us the horn, hard, hmm? All right.
Except that Cody's not an easy guy to get close to in a hurry.
You won't be sorry, Vic.
And according to Ma...
Beat it up the hill and call the others.
The only person he's ever cared about or trusted is his mother.
- That sound funny to you? - Oh, no. No.
I don't know how they did it. Somebody must have tipped them.
- Who, for instance? - A very good friend of mine, me.
- Doctor. - Not now, Ryley.
Yeah, sure. A specialist. You.
Mm.
Having a cup of coffee. He'll be right out.
Let her go. C, cut over fast to Arango.
I told you, Cody hasn't been in California for months.
We had enough food for a week. What'd she have to go out for?
Hey, uh, this fellow you call the Trader, can you trust him?
- See you in the morning. - Right.
I see what you mean.
Known member, Jarrett Gang. "
... Williams, Phillips, Jordan.
- In what prison? - You'll enjoy the food. Wonderful chef.
Spectrograph of dust deposits taken from the dead man's clothes.
Source of signal, Imperial and Figueroa.
Mm-hm, that's what I thought, Mr. Evans.
... and there was Ma Jarrett.
Cover the back.
What's holding him up?
- I'll fix it so it blows up in his face. - Suits me.
... coming out of the High Sierra Tunnel...
- We don't have to worry about him. - Huh?
He's gonna walk us out of here. Ain't you, copper? Get up.
The following new men report to the dispensary for shots:
- Come in, C. - That's a dead spot, Phil.
Ah, most talkative little con I ever shared a cell with.
If he tried it once, he'll try it again.
Why me? What do you want with me?
Good. I'll be down there right away.