Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Y'all mind stepping aside?
Somebody's really doing a number.
...that are almost identical to ours.
- Send me back. - No, they won't let us do that.
It's me. Ten years from now, it's me.
And will you do me a favor? Will you lay off the fucking candy bars?
No comfort, no convenience, no necessities. Watch your head.
He was your friend, and you still asked to go after him.
- You trying to scare me? - Yeah.
Senate Committee caved in. They all wanna be on the good side of the new boss.
It's in Calverton, Maryland.
There's a chance she's still alive.
What are you here to prevent?
- This is for what you're going to do. - Hey, wha--?
- Who? - Fielding. The cops were there.
Great.
I'm gonna ask you one more time.
Just try to believe me.
It's not for another week.
What are you looking for?
I want all Jane Does admitted to local hospitals on October 9th.
- Whoa, where you going? - We've got to vent the fuel shunts.
Under your jacket, there's a track-and-return module. Throw it to me.
And will you do me a favor? Will you lay off the fucking wacky baccy?
Secondary system team to back storage.
- A lot. - How much is a lot?
...you were supposed to say, "I know that."
...to keep his face off the cover of TIME magazine, doing research.
- No problem. - Why'd you come back?
Send somebody else. I wanna be where McComb is.
- You two should be closer. - Keep him away.
What were you gonna do? Shoot me?
Is this T.E.C. thing dangerous?
Senator McComb, sir.
He'll send somebody back to wipe out my grandparents.
Poor bastard. Tomorrow might have been a brighter day.
Internal Affairs isn't convinced you can be trusted anymore.
If you'd like, I'll have the door removed.
No, it's us.
No, nothing recent.
Oh, that poor man.
- Nobody's ever seen him. - That's so sad. I remember.
Max!
Telemetry check is initiated.
...but it will also separate every part of you from every other part of you.
What do you want?
- Except the guy who paid him. - If there is such a guy.
You keep in touch. I'll send you a photograph of it.
You couldn't do this by yourself. Who you working for?
Top 10 percent will get richer, other 90 percent can emigrate to Mexico...
Lieutenant Clapton, 0316. Lieutenant Clapton.