Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't need my gun. I can just hit you with my chair.
Don't make me go there, Sam.
Where is the fun in that? Can't you bring Gerber here?
- You think that happened at all? - I wish.
It's a microphone transmitter...
Thank you.
It's like they don't even watch TV. Every toddler knows this stuff.
I need to speak with Roddy, gotta ask him some questions.
Anybody would.
Good night, Jane.
You know what, man? I really appreciate you listening to me, man.
...are the shot-caller in here.
What are you saying?
Gerber family's moving on up, and Kirby didn't like that. He liked being poor.
Agent Rigsby, CBI. I'm on my way to your location.
Hi, Jane. You're under arrest.
I'm grateful and all that, but let's not go crazy here.
- Thanks for your time. Nice talking to you.
Local P.D. Stomped all over the scene. Don't think forensics will be any use.
Nothing illegal. Maybe a little rule-bending on the down-low.
Yes.
We'll owe you, big time.
You're always being, you know, too direct. She won't be offended.
- He is beyond out of line. - He's blown it, all right.
"Vultures"? - Somebody preying on him?
He's very recessive in his passions.
He has the Red John case. He won't keep me informed.
Um, we kind of drifted, I guess. My family, the Gerbers...
Hey, Lisbon, how you doing? - Hey, Pat, long time.
You must have something on him.
And then on this page...
- Agent Bosco. A word? - Sure.
Kirby took a beating? Last month? I don't recall that.
...and it was her brother, Rod Gerber, that told you to step back, is that right?
Why? We're busy.
Night, Boo.
- Just when things were getting better. Things were going badly?