Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-He was disrespectful. -Mm-hmm.

We don't have anything to arrest him on.

Now, there's gonna be men coming here,

grow and control all of the heroin in this area.

-Just not a tuna melt. -[Grace] I want a tuna melt.

-Wendy! -[coughing continues]

[automated voice] To accept charges, say, "Accept."

They're acting like I'm the insane one.

At the Blue Cat Lodge.

We'll turn to page 24.

You and me are gonna talk in person.

-[Darlene] Who found the body? -Oh, we haven't found one yet.

You were right. Um, it's... it's never gonna be safe here.

-Get to know each other. -Stay back!

Right now, you go home, relax, maybe get yourself a frozen custard.

doing bad things.

And you make good money controlling all the heroin in this area?

-What's done? -Marty...

[Jacob] Grace is past saving, Mr. Byrde.

[stammers] No, there's a... The Plaza's really nice there.

You don't know that.

And if they don't, then you're in partnership with us now.

He sees our eyes dart his way, he's just gonna get suspicious. Look at me.

I can't preach the word of the Lord, knowing what I'm a party to.

Ash, get some towels, please.

Bad choice of words. It's just a figure of speech.

your target's likely to disappear into the wild.

[sighs] We won't even know where to turn once we get out of this parking lot.

Riverboat casinos gross nearly $90 million a month.

Del Rio's got a clean sheet.

You know, feed the flowers, the trees...

[line disconnects]

-I'm serious. -[Jonah] Yeah.

Pardon me. Um, this here...

He's healthy. He's perfect.

But, besides being incredibly profitable, a casino will be able to handle

How are you silent back there? Just say something!

-Byrde residence. -[Wendy] Hi, it's Wendy.

Well, we're gonna figure it out.

And you're way fuckin' smarter than me--

Sure, um... if I may, uh...

[inhales, sighs]

[sighs] Get some rest, okay?

Right now, the only things that matter are leverage and perception.

We just... We have to leave, just for a little bit.

and somehow convince me to partner with a bunch of rednecks.

He was my friend.

[Buddy strains] It was the only way. Trust me. [coughs]

Uh, they have a distribution problem, and... and I'm proposing

-Then we're gonna make something up. -Are you drunk?

"Michael Fleming"?

-What's his name? -He doesn't have a name.

Then you just keep going.