Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- That's what I'm talking about. - (Man 1) What's the word, Jackie-boy?

No. No hospitals.

You're supposed to be doing your homework.

- Matt! - It's true. Matt, come on!

I'm cat-sitting for... a woman I work with.

Sell the kid, like all the others.

Where's the boy?

There's someone else one floor up watching us.

Just wasn't my night.

You know better than anybody that doesn't always go so well.

But he's turning it around,

We must band together. We must never sleep.

This is my night off.

(Distant siren wailing)

You haven't told me anything about you.

So you're saying I shouldn't be here, either?

Just being thorough. You have a good night, ma'am.

Got it done first.

Climb off whoever you're on and get down here.

Hey, Matty! Hey!

she works at the dry cleaner around the corner from our office.

- Come on! - Come on!

Rest. Make sure you're stabilized. We'll figure the other stuff out later.

Matty's gonna need you. More than ever.

Okay. Go upstairs...

- Creel goes down! - (Crowd cheering)

It's not just the boy.

We're Murdocks. We get hit a lot.

Hey, it's, uh...

- Okay. - (Sniffs)

I'm really not looking for some guy to die on my couch.

Two days ago, they pulled a kid out of the back of a van.

- (Foggy) This city's beautiful. - Yeah.

So, yeah, word's getting around.

Hey, who says I'm even gonna get hit?

- (Groaning) - Okay, you can't...

- (Man) Jack, put your hands up. - (Grunting)

(Sighs) Ay, um...

Dot in the right corner, that's a "C."

No, he wasn't there.

Probably long gone by now, but just in case, you know.

I'm about to go be me.

(Knocking on door)