Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Tommy and John,
ARTHUR: This was all my fault. It was me that shot the old man.
Hold on.
And undermine it?
It's a girl.
It's the fucking pills, brother.
Yeah.
Stay and watch the fight, Alfie?
We're going back. Back to Small Heath.
Right. Margate then. Blue skies, heaven.
Actually, you see, the way the Earth, it curves, I thought to myself,
Every fucking thing that you've taken all these years to gather together.
We're gonna let him have it.
His name is Alphonse Capone.
It's Sparkhill 453.
You took my husband and my son.
- CROWD: Oh! - (BELL RINGING)
they work for money, for the highest bidder.
I don't know.
We shake hands with devils
'Cause the company has business to attend to in America.
He even showed me a photograph...
waiting to move on.
- You're not armed? - No.
Arthur's dead.
You don't know my new address?
and you chose not to tell me.
Yeah.
Bonnie! Are you okay?
Yeah, you're like me, Tommy,
we accept it.
My brother is dead.
While the men are screaming for blood.
Since I know you won't go yourself,
And in the end,
(TELEPHONE RINGS)
Lizzie's got some news.
(YELLING)
Ah, look at them. They don't stand right. They don't move right.