Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Why do I listen to the news?

your dad put the word out that I played dirty.

Cliff, what's up?

Charlie: And that's it. Look at the time stamp.

he'll break more than just my fingers.

If I could just see her phone, then maybe she,

(sighs) Bullshit.

Just that something is off.

You're reading me.

Now, why, under those circumstances,

Why do you listen to that stuff?

I wanted to just casually ask about it.

Cliff, he's got a gun.

It pisses me off.

Hey, that's me.

You feel safe going home to him?

Easier than being broke,

But you're going to prove him wrong, yeah?

No more break-ins, okay.

Two seven and sevens and a tomato juice.

blocking your view.

into that back room.

Yeah, my dad goes back with this guy,

Ehh... yeah, no,

How can you not see that this is a...

When my dad handed me the keys to this place,

Every day, you're mad about something

That's why I was thinking cameras in the couch.

She tried to call me, but I missed it.

to figure out why.

Cliff, who's head of security, will say that he wasn't armed.

You've been graced with a gift.

Well, Sterling,

I'm sorry. I know that I am, but this is important.

probably her mom.

you want to hurt someone,

Caine's having a long dinner, and thank God,

I can handle it.

In jail? Why would her phone be in jail?

(wheels squeaking)

-Woman: You alright? -Yeah.

John-O don't do this shit no more, I told you.

does a left-handed man use his right hand?

There's, there's a lie.

And you know how scared I was when he had me brought

Go straight home.

-(tires squealing) -(horn honks)

Yeah, how was it?

So get back here at 7:00.

So where is this camera?

methodically fleecing my way across the country

took a flying leap off that balcony.

Give him a warning.

Take care of yourself, alright?

Alright, well, get Cliff there. He'll know.

To turn him in, to show someone,

And then we call the FBI.

That lefties never hold things in their right hand?

You hear that, Cliff?

-Hmm? -Yeah, I, I, I, so,

That'll lead nowhere good. Right?

but you lost control.

I worked for your father for 25 years, and there's no--

Well I'm not a cop.

What else were we going to do?

Man: Alright, place your bets, place your bets.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Some random thing.

You know her, you work with her.

and then I'll start making some calls.

It was something that happened right here

Previous week, in Cheyenne.

This is the table they'll use for the game.

'Cause if you're recording this conversation

(beer can pops)

Goddamn it. I said we ain't voting!