Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, he wasn't there.

Just wasn't my night.

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

Hey, Matty! Hey!

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

(Sighs) Ay, um...

(Knocking on door)

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

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

There's someone else one floor up watching us.

You're supposed to be doing your homework.

- Okay. - (Sniffs)

Okay. Go upstairs...

Got it done first.

- Come on! - Come on!

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

Sell the kid, like all the others.

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

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

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

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

So, yeah, word's getting around.

But he's turning it around,

This is my night off.

- Creel goes down! - (Crowd cheering)

(Distant siren wailing)

It's not just the boy.

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

Where's the boy?

Matty's gonna need you. More than ever.

I'm about to go be me.

No. No hospitals.

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.

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

We must band together. We must never sleep.

We're Murdocks. We get hit a lot.

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

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

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

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

You haven't told me anything about you.

Hey, it's, uh...