Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come on.
I don't know what to do.
There ain't no us, Gemma.
-What, the ex-cop? -Ain't no such thing as an ex-cop.
Right.
Cocky prick.
We'll be the passenger
That thing loaded?
How'd you get her SUV back?
Rita got a good scratch into one of them.
I'm trusting...
Can I ask you about Luann Delaney?
So, what now?
Oh. Hey, uh, you get into one of them croweaters?
...and, uh, you got every right to assume that I'd be the one setting fire to your table.
And how do you know about that?
You've been busy.
His skin comes back a match, murder blows back on all of us.
Where's my wallet?
Oh. It's in my nature
- Take what's yours. Let's get out of here. - What's your problem?
Came in a blue bottle.
But I'm guessing they're not gonna let you bring a stack of old video tapes in there.
It ain't much.
Some kind of...
To check on a sick friend.
Did you kill Greg and Gogo?
You're the one behind these home invasions.
Sorry.
Yeah.
Shit.
Yeah, sure.