Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There's a Portuguese ship lying low in the harbor, quarantined three weeks.
- You from Kerry? - I am, sir. I am.
Since the time of the great famine, they'd come streaming off the boats.
Into the mirror.
Clear the way for Bill the Butcher.
I like a man who's willing to burn for his swag.
Find the military and send them...
and Worth.
This was a great man.
- Is that man drunk? - Dead as Good Friday, miss.
No.
Calm down!
Anything in your pockets tonight?
All right, boys. Vote Monk, Tammany. Monk, Tammany!
The Metropolitan Police, they fought the street gangs.
Bill the Butcher - Philosopher
Come along.
Anyone seen my spaceship
- There are two sides to that question... - There are several sides...
Walking in as your kids are organizing their Halloween candy
You can have anything you want out there.
Let my sword devour until its thirst is quenched with blood...
The heart? This team has no heart.
especially while it's being broken.
Drury, did you know there’s a nigger on defense
which is why I'm proposing an alliance...
A challenge?
sneak-thievery, chloral-hydrating...
Give me the strength for what I must do.
I wanna show you something.
- Monk! - That's right.
Join the Army, lads. Three square meals a day and good pay in your pocket.
Is your mouth glued up with cunny juice? I asked you a question!
Sure meself, but...
I told you I didn't want a fight!
I'll festoon my bedchamber with his guts
He is.
Actual footage of me talking to my customers at work.
A low thing to do that to the body. Lowww.
You keep out of trouble now.
Let Go! Let Go!
I'm through with you.
Mob headed for the Colored Orphans Asylum. Protect the children!
Hop
That's the spirit.
Each of the Five Points is a finger.
Still, I think it shows dash.
Find out.
not a bunch of Miss Nancys.
Many mothers have not even the solace...
My father told me we was all born of blood and tribulation.
now is the time to say it.
We're here, and we need to get there.
Don't mind him. He used to be an Irishman.
Just like you.
That's what preserves the order of things.
In this place, you have grown from a boy into a man.
We paid the Municipal Police. This is Metropolitan.
A periodical of note
They didn't run the city...
To health.
What am I to do? I can't have this. Something has to be done.
- Good day to you, Mulraney. - Boys.
No! No!
All right there, Happy Jack, leave us something...
Don't you never come in here empty-handed again.
Hey! Bill says keep clear of the pikers.
What am I bid? What am I bid? What am I bid?
- Remember this? - Of course.
An angler put a hook on the end of a stick...
I come for my due and proper
- Know why he wears short sleeves? - Why?
Don't do that again.
Fine waistcoat.
You kill him where the whole court can watch him die.
We're burying a lot of votes down here tonight.
Instead they made The Police Gazette, a periodical of note.
- No draft! No draft! - Show them what we think of their draft!
- We all go someday, huh? - Chin up.
This whole place is gonna burn anyway.
Yeah, nothing except our safety, constable.
Well, sorry.
and setting them on fire. From 21st:
He don't answer to you.
Barnum's American Museum On Fire. Animals Are Escaping. Barnum's American Museum On Fire. Animals Are Escaping.
So I cut out the eye that looked away.
After they cut out the baby...
- Please read this. Thank you. - Thanks.
Jesus.
Looks as though you should have shaved closer.
Why not? Look how good you done.
You're getting too old for it, McGloin.
To invading hordes of Hibernians!
and over here we have contestant number 9... faecae crumbs!
But they all took me for an immigrant.
- Who's got $300? - If you're drafted, release from service...
But it's not too late. You can still save my house.
You gotta pay for the pleasure of my company.
But all we could see was the hand in front of us.
Ears and noses will be the trophies of the day.
Here's the thing.
Get there before the 'Daybreak Boys' strip her...
Hey, you got any timber?
- When? - Whenever you like.
Rest in peace, Ma.
and enthusiastic corruption of the public good.
We always liked a good fire in the Points.
Alright, line them up. It's election day!
when the Natives took you.
As some of you have surely noticed...
Handsome bunch of gallows fruit. There's my old friend.
Fire!
Cast for Monk and Tammany, by God. Twice.
- Maybe we could pal in together. - Oh, I think you're a bit...
- How many? - Three or four.
in this god-forsaken den of vice and misery behind me.
That one tonight...
We must heal the divisions between us.
against your Roman popery!
Come out now, lad.
now and at the hour of our death. Amen.
Come on, let's go!
I hope you won't think me rude if I speak.
I'll negotiate a handsome fee for every Irish vote you send Tammany's way...
To defeat my enemy, I extinguish his life...
The 'Shirt Tails' was rough, but they've become a bunch of dandies...
Finish it.
The kidneys.
Don't never look away.