Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's me again. Call me back.
My employer is grateful for that.
Tell the men to pull back and get ready.
Matt, wait, just...
A man named Prohaszka. Owned a majority in Kitchen Cabs.
Guns, rifles, grenades. All of it.
You are hurt.
He'd have to be big.
Sledgehammers.
Everything leads back to him...
Jesus, are you okay?
I'm glad you didn't.
Is this, um...
Shithead.
as quickly as possible.
Turk, spread the word on the streets...
Look who it is... Murdock.
We're gonna take care of you.
An opportunity...
But I will tell you everything I know... for deal.
You both are so funny.
A pleasure as always, sir.
You sound like an artist.
No, no. I like listening to your voice.
My brother.
What do you think an artist is?
Wait, wait, wait, wait. Where are you going?
You know, there's something I gotta know. It's killing me.
Can you pull some copies of the complaints?
What I hear, you like to kill Russians too.
Soon Vladimir won't have any comrades to whisper your name to.
You would've killed it here, Foggy Bear.
Cut off the head of the snake, the body dies.
You have X-ray fingers now?
Does he know what you look like?
I don't like to be in public.