Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm sorry about last night.

You always hated it here.

Dude, look, I tell them I lost it in battle.

Look, this isn't me tripping some guilt shit because of my kid.

Emily Duncan. She's one of our Friday night whores.

But he'll be in the NICU for at least two or three months.

I'm sorry about last night. I wasn't-

So how we gonna get him out?

- Didn't know that. - Yeah.

Forensics team gets ahold of those bodies-

He is a lucky kid. Both he and his mom escaped death on the same night.

We hadn't hit that warehouse, we never would've known...

"and if you're a man with convictions...

Be official in a few weeks.

That boy needs a hot shave.

I guess it's just Deputy Chief.

# Was the son of a preacher man #

A few journal entries. Nothing much.

- But you and I know the truth. - What truth is that?

But everything so far points to full recovery.

We might need to go elsewhere in the short term.

Hey, Darby. Here. I got you a tamale.

Yeah, I guess it did.

This uptight piece of shit is gonna make our lives miserable.

- He creeps the shit out of me. - I know.

# The only one who could ever reach me #

violence is inevitable.'"

Insurance covers the warehouse.

Now is not a good time. I got a new supervisor crawling up my ass.

- about the Nord-Mayan hookup. - Right.

We don't stir up another shit storm to bite us in the ass.

Apparently they hold the title on that parcel.

He thinks Charming's stuck in 1969.

# The only boy who could ever teach me #

- Who's your friend? - Hate this shit.

# On the devil's bed #

They're having a sale on toiletries...

You mean that we gotta dig it up?

- Do me a favor? - What you need?

- Oh, shit. - Aw, shit.

# Through the backyard we'd go walkin'#

- Fifty-fifty? - Aaah, just throw me 10%.

And then A. T.F. Takes up permanent residence in our collective rectums.