Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Stop. I'm trying to help you.
Yes. Your boss.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
we will make good lives for ourselves.
I'm not going to hurt you. I promise.
But it's so worth it.
Then why'd you break into my house?
(STRUGGLING GRUNTS)
Your boss wanted your father dead. Now he's using you...
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
And I have a pretty good picture of who you're becoming.
Someone has hired a black widow.
No, it's, um, it's really tough. It's chewy.
Oh. My baby girl.
"Alone."
Twenty thousand dollars down the drain. Thanks.
No, it is not a pleasure. (CHUCKLES)
Maybe there's a reason for all...
I don't know. I didn't get the call.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
YELENA: Hmm.
No.
I don't either.
- GRILLS: Good job, buddy. - Wait. I wanna try.
- No, this is your fault. - (BEEPS)
(SHUDDERING BREATHS)
How has everybody forgiven him for his past?
I am not gonna have dinner with you
- Run-DMC's classic tracksuit. - Classic. Classic.
I want to see, uh, the Empire State Building,
Sloan's a shell company that launders money for the Tracksuits.
(GUN CLICKING)
it's just a matter of time before the big guy gets involved.
(SNIFFLES)
I come out and I've lost five years of my life. Please.
I trust your judgement.