Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So you had nine whole years of looking at movies,
It's my fault! It's my fault!
to make sure the police don't come within 10 blocks.
Doesn't matter what I think.
Yeah, and one of those was to kill me.
Of what?
You're a warrior.
than surrounding yourself with all this bullshit.
I thought Murdocks never quit.
Where is the Black Sky?
In the best possible way... uninterrupted.
Hell no.
Rage is a wildfire, out of control, therefore useless.
You know what I want. Tell me about the man you work for.
Well, I was a mean three-point shooter on my high school basketball team.
Pussy.
So you survive the truck
Stick.
Whoa.
So he did because of me.
blue skies, up girlies' skirts that I never had.
yeah, it pisses me off.
Silk sheets.
I know where things are and when they move.
Or not. Totally cool.
Make me stop.
You take care of yourself, Matty.
Like now.
Miss Page?
Everything.
If you'd have focused beyond your crybaby feelings,
God. I mean, it's like...
The numbers are like tea leaves.
You have to control your feelings...
The only thing you know for sure is he's gone now.
Where's the ship headed?
Wait, what about the cops that got shot?
pattern.
Half measures, Matty.
Just do your job, I'll do mine. Move.
No, Mr. Foggy.
Not gonna happen.
You're laying out major reserves to clear the docks...
I'm not gonna let you kill that kid.
With who? You never got around to that part.
It's long and boring and complicated, and half the time you still come up empty.
You lived?
Huh? To protect me?