Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

GAUNT: But you killed Mrs. Darkness.

Well, this will sink the bloody No-Name League for good.

He's me old boss.Oh, aye?

SPANISH: Here's what I don't understand, Alfie.

You want someone blotted, eh?

You're still in shock.

Mr. Bashford is here.

He wouldn't dare, 'cause I'll find about it.

I don't want to hear a different story tomorrow.

Here's to new friends and new horizons.

I said I'm not talking to you.

Drink up. It's good for you.

Look upon my works,

so, by all means, tally-ho.

He's a very bad man.

Good luck to you, too, Miss Kane.

Then we'll kill her.

You've come here to plead

No chance he'll change his mind?

My name is Ozymandias,

Of course we have our differences,

Patronizing bastard.

Chaps, there is turmoil in the ladies' room.

Why have you brought me here?

You're touching me.

I'll, uh, I'll be off to work now, son.

Box your face, throw your coppers.

No, I-I doubt he'll want to work for the No-Name League again.

I'm confident she'll agree.

Would you please close your eyes, Madame?

Daveboy... think.

SPANISH: So, that's the bird, is it?

subversive fanatics isn't rash?

What did you hope to feel?

You, come here.Oh, I swear to God,

Come along now, Your Lordship. You're safe.

A gallus wee hard man now, isn't he, eh?

Job doesn't entail jam tarts.

You're mugging me off.No.

who disrespect him.

It was a robbery.

But if only one of you took the job, he'd get the--

I don't know who killed Esme.

...and they're the Spicers.