Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Let's go! -Come on!
working as a civil rights organizer.
[followers moaning, murmuring]
[faint beeping nearby]
[Luther] Thank you, Jack.
Wow.
-[whispers] You're married? -[chuckles] Yeah.
Where are you?
[Klaus] Yeah, watch me.
[growling]
in a world filled with predators...
It's called a bullet wound.
♪ You gave to me your all and all ♪
I heard a rumor... [echoing]
[police sirens wailing]
Wh... Why are they trying to kill me?
Ray! Ray! No!
Life is tough enough being so small...
S... Sorta.
{\an8}♪ My life was torn like windblown sand ♪
[laughs] Oh, it's really you.
back alley.
My wife.
No, he's... he's... he's not okay.
-You're just gonna confuse the kid! -Would you stop? Damn it, listen to me.
You know people, right?
[exhales]
[screaming]
We need to postpone the sit-in.
[door opens]
-what it is really like for us down here. -[murmurs of agreement]
-Stop it! Get off of him! Stop! -[officer] You don't belong in there, boy!
Come on, give me a name.
What in tarnation?
Allison told me that she had family up north, but...
at the Plano Street Rooming House for Solitary Men.
[grunts heavily]
♪ My sunny one shines so sincere ♪
just promise me you can handle this.
Oh. You a smart one, huh?
I mean the end of the world as we know it.
-[Klaus] Don't gloat. -[blows]
You definitely started a cult.
And then Ray got arrested on some bullshit charge, and...
{\an8}Uh, hey, how about a little gratitude, knife boy.
for a bit...
form an orderly...
[whispers indistinctly]