Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm from the Midwest. Just a tiny little town barely on the map.

You want out of here. But you can't up and quit and expect to keep your bonus.

"Dear" whoever you put in.

Please? Ten minutes tops.

I called the local precinct and asked about crime stats.

- Sorry I almost lost you at that light. - No problem.

You and me. Together.

Hey, we're good together. You know that.

I don't see why it's so important to you that we work together.

Not partners. Solo practitioners together.

They're some of the lowest in the city. Plus I got a good vibe from him.

I don't mean what kind of law are you gonna practise. I mean...

What do you think?

For what it's worth, I think you're an asshole.

Thanks, and I appreciate that.

- Yeah, but that's just a formality, right? - Basically.

We know you're good, we know you know your stuff.

♪ Everybody's dancing in the moonlight ♪

When it rains, it pours, right? Heh.

♪ Everybody here is out of sight ♪

Or we fail and we end up with nothing.

- You're right. It's a gamble. - It's a big one.

Yeah, yeah. Like you and your guitar, you know?

But if you could possibly just spare $5 instead?

See you got your old car back.

♪ Gotta be there on time ♪

...are you gonna play it straight, or are you gonna...

If you can spare it.