Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't suppose I get to know yours?
Okay, technically, "leave it alone" is not my strong suit, but...
This all you got?
Less chance of someone in the building hearing him scream.
But he didn't see my face.
So, uh, you can make sense out of all of this?
He's the Road Captain in the Kitchen Hellions.
(Crowd chanting) Murdock! Murdock! Murdock!
weighing in at 164 pounds...
Okay?
(Chuckling)
(Breathing heavily)
No, no calls.
- Dad, I can't see! - It's all right, Matt.
from Hell's Kitchen, New York...
Just once.
- Here, you talk to him. - Okay.
(Loud music playing)
I know you're scared.
(Breathing heavily)
- I drank the eel. - (Laughing)
You got all this for losing?
This room? (Scoffs)
Apartment 412, um, in the building above the liquor store.
This is my face we're talking about.
You're in the hospital,
- Yeah. - Fair enough.
(Yelling)
You should be out having a life, doing poppers and flapper dancing.
(Rock music playing)
They've been running a human trafficking ring
(Claire) Santino?
you're gonna be reading Braille faster than I read normal.
Wait, what?
I'm working on it.
- The last part's the Catholicism. - So, what?
They'll kill everyone in the hospital to get to me.
- Mike? - Someone's coming.
(Sighs)
Go.
- Even Price? - Even Price.