Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I need to ask you a delicate question.
Maybe. - Maybe? Maybe? Are you serious?
I just came by to pack a bag.
That's some bitch-ass shit.
Maybe there was nothing I could have done to stop him from taking Abel.
I saw Dr. Knowles trying to pursue her.
Where is he?
Key card will get you out the back door. There's some cash in my pocket.
- Then page his partner. Get the gurney out.
I always worry about you.
Why don't you go and wash up, Fi?
Not sure.
No rockers. Our reapers are out there on the bar.
They'll be here soon.
Look.
That intel puts us in danger.
Scuffle with N.I. Police.
Hello, Ashby's.
Wait.
Painkillers will keep him quiet for a bit.
Sorry, brother, she's not sure.
You want me to reach out?
We'll come back to say goodbye.
Easy. Easy.
Might be the meds.
Oh, Jesus Christ, he's a baby.
- You reach out to Fiona? - Yeah. Finally got through.
And travel light.
Too many nights we hold this line
The crow flies straight A perfect line
Aye.
Well, you know how much I love you.
I walked in on him and that porn slut this morning.
Great.
He wouldn't be doing this if he knew you were pregnant.
I have to.
If a dick move could have pushed Donna away...