Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Okay.
We'll go home. We'll regroup.
They can't break us now
- Hey. Weston's mine. - I know.
What do we do, Dad?
It's okay, Dukie.
I need you.
You got no idea who you crawled into bed with.
...and hang my name on it.
Let's go.
I'll give you some time to slip away.
Why would you do that?
I told Edmond to get rid of her but before he could...
- Check it out. - All right.
- A rat? - Trading senators and AB shot-callers.
Go figure.
Chucky's testimony don't hold up.
The FBI is cutting Zobelle loose.
...but Clay ain't the kind of guy that rolls.
I hope you rip each other to shreds.
This guy just skates away.
I'm giving you a chance.
This is you being a man. Figure it out. Do it.
Convince the locals to buy their snacks someplace else.
He took my son. He took my son!
Get rid of him.
Welcome to my life, Wayne.
I need a little help.
No trace.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
The girlfriend, Polly Zobelle did.
And the wheels of justice keep turning, don't they?
When it does, our Mexican cohorts will not be compelled to give us assistance.