Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♪ Seeing, it's believing from where I am ♪

-Sit back, please! Thank you. -Okay, okay. No problem.

I run these holistic crystals up to LA.

Hmm. Listen, if you didn't want my help, why did you call me here?

Hey, you best recognize when you talk to my boy Dan.

You're making a huge mistake here, buddy. Huge.

I just need a man on the other end to make sure that it runs smooth.

[sobbing] I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. No.

None of this makes any sense. It's like one crazy thing after another.

I am never gonna work for you.

And you, homes. [chuckles]

We go into a little insult dance,

-That's not what I'm talking-- -You don't have to justify yourself to me.

all you need are people who can act tough,

♪ Walk a mile in my shoes ♪

then I'll call in poor Benito's murder.

and announces that he's getting old and he's retiring.

but then life has a way of blindsiding you.

What do you do when you have company?

I mean, you can see why.

Oh, of course, it's very realistic.

Hi. Svetlana, right?

There was a screwup in the paperwork.

and when you're only out for yourself,

-[Luis speaks Spanish] -[glasses clink]

♪ Vaya con Dios, my darling… ♪

It's not drugs!

Well, I know you're the Devil now.

That doesn't belong to you.

But really they're just beach rocks, my friend.

All right, everybody, just take a breath, all right?

It was my birthday too. [sighs]

No, man. Worse, way worse.

-[refrigerator door opens] -[gasps]

for the last few years, but that's, you know, out of my control.

Once I've conducted my business with Luis…

Doesn't belong to you either. You're not a Los X.

I know you didn't kill anyone, my friend.

I need to stay here and make sure they're safe.

I tell them that they're ancient Aztec cenotes.

Look, man, I'm not-- I'm not trying to offend you.

Job absolutely well done! [laughs]

Aren't you-- oh! Oh!

Well, I knew that you would never give up.

But we don't know who the hell you are, Mr. Joe Stone.

and honestly, I think a drive might be good for me.

Now it's in the hands of a street gang who probably don't realize what they have,

So, can you help me?

I was, uh-- I was ambushed by Los X's.

["I Gotta Feeling" playing]

Real nasty stuff from Colombia.

♪ Vaya con Dios, my love ♪

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

I mean, you would have to arrange the crime scene just right.

I charged your phone for you.

[car approaches]