Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't need him to be proud of me or anything.

I claimed my reward.

It was locked up.

Okay, let me in.

To his estate. It's not that far.

I don't know. I mean, some rich asshole who's looking to make a profit.

For your efforts,

Why the fuck am I seeing shit still?

(SCREAMS) You didn't have to do that!

TREVOR: Anything? NORA: No.

I did it to myself.

One, two, three!

There is so much more the body can be made to feel.

Yeah, of course. I told you, I don't fuck with shit like that.

We need to leave.

(SCREAMS ECHOING)

and we'll split whatever cash we can get from it, yeah?

I don't know. She's out of it.

Get the fuck up.

-Are you sure? -Yeah, harder.

Just give her some space.

Listen, that's where Riley's car is. Okay?

It's just a lot. It's a lot, and I get it.

-Nora. -Jesus Christ. You scared me.

He was just doing what I paid him to.

their tastes were not what I imagined.

Yeah, this place is incredible.

-Riley. -It's okay, give them a second.

(MANAKER BREATHING RAGGEDLY)

Riley, I'm not trying...

What? Wait, wait.

Great to meet you guys.

Just finish it.

No, you can't get me to do anything.

Seriously, come back inside.

-What are you talking about? -Manaker.