Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yes, I would like to report a fight going on...
- Jimmy, no. It'll only make things worse. - I'll explain it to him.
...is something we've been carefully building for years.
- Hey, uh.... - Your brother isn't here, Mr. McGill.
Let's find out. Come on down, Chuck...
No.
- It's all there. - Shh.
State-of-the-art, accurate to 2400 metres.
Can you hear me? Can you talk to me?
What can I do to put Kim back where she belongs, huh?
No witnesses, clean egress.
So we're not done now?
Real shit, you know, but cheap. We could sell it as fast as we got it.
So? You gonna extort me, Chuck?
No, homes?
And he's using again, crystal, much bigger kick.
Yeah. A chimp with a machine gun, that's me, right?
However...
I am not the bad guy here.
If you or a loved one is a resident of a Sandpiper Crossing facility...
And maybe you walk away from this.
Killing your partner, heh...
- Who's gonna pull in behind you? - I'm guessing someone who likes tacos.
...and for that, I apologise.
You got some crazy lip on you, old man.
No. I've changed my mind.
No.
You broke the rules.
You're not?
Someone comes in behind me, I'm blocked.
And there's a weekly billing quota that I'm about 40 hours behind on...
It was a simple little commercial. It aired once, that's all.
...but management of personnel, those decisions are all Howard's.
Where?
You embarrassed Howard, who-- God help him.
Hey, you.
You just hit my car.
He's hustling.
Let's just keep things friendly, all right?
I am so, so sorry.
And you're forever shocked when it blows up in your face.
I know. He sent me to get his ink blotter. I'll just be a second.