Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Some pictures, a few Harley manuals.
Get me the E.T.A. On that forensic team.
Unser's just waiting for the clock to run out.
Three bullets in his back.
- Takes a while to adjust. - Yeah.
He's declined every one.
Uh, Chibs said you were looking for me.
No D.N.A.
All anybody can prove...
Come on. Won't take long.
In case you've never actually seen one.
- Doesn't matter. - I'll handle that. You set it up.
# Aperfect line #
And keep Hale off my goddamn back.
blowing the shit up.
# Was the son of a preacher man #
They don't do any big gun business with anyone except the Sons, hmm?
No, somebody else popped her with that needle.
Their next move is gonna be putting a bullet in my goddamn dome.
'80s hair.
Crippled by all the shit they're afraid of.
What are you talking about? That's already done.
Now, the only reason that I'm at this table...
We're supposed to protect the cargo.
Might be a while before we see any more gun green.
I'm sure you took a beating at Golden Gate this weekend.
Don't ever cut me off again, shithead.
Start doubting choices they made-
You let us rebuild.
One more wrong thing comes out of our mouth...
# End of the line, Rollin'on ##
You serious? For what?
Hale's on red alert. Mayans, Nords-
# Until you die #
# In the eye ##
from getting to our warehouse...
That warehouse sits on county property.
Let's hear it.
No kidding?
- 'Cause of the drugs- Brain or anything? - Can't know for sure.
Or maybe I'll bounce my theory off ofJax.
Jesus Smells like old socks and pussy
- Let's roll. - # Billy Ray was a preacher's son #
That's great. That's great.
Spoke to Laroy, and he is giddy...
Guess you wouldn't be.
Where's my goddamn Suburban?
Hale's gonna have to wait days to get San Joaquin to shake loose a forensic unit.
# Bein'good isn't always easy #
Why did you pull my detail off the warehouse?