Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Those were your AKs, weren't they?

for every re-up.

No skateboards. Promise.

Nate Meineke and Frank Cison.

He's greasing the palms of the Port Authority contacts.

We'll find 'em.

You're staying? So am I.

Dungloe, Ireland?

I guess Chicago doesn't have a dress code, huh?

Plus the ten I got this morning and the Chinese money.

- I'll be seeing you. - Yeah, Nate.

Yeah, don't spank her.

We might just shut this Harley Mafia down for good.

and fat, black hookers.

Solution 15. It's magic. I'll get my guy to write you a prescription.

Shit like that won't happen again.

You are. $10,000.

- The rest of the AKs are here. - Call the Niners.

and a motorcycle enthusiast.

Yeah, go meet with Laroy. Pick up our money.

I see you haven't called your lawyer.

Is that how your rack got to be that size?

They killed three people in cold blood,

What if that doesn't hook up? The others want a taste?

I'll set that up... in a couple hours.

and you'll handle it.

Hiding out in some bunker?

That was a bunch of bullshit.

Anybody asks, you don't know anything about what went down in Indian Hills.