Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yes.
-I'm not gonna gouge your eye out for one.
We gonna do this or not?
Shit.
Negative, negative. We lost him.
How's your time been here? Enjoying the grounds?
Have you been well enough to check your mail lately?
Then she definitely shouldn't stick around for this next part.
Keep him talking. I have line of sight.
Alpha one, clear.
We were able to repair it, non-invasive.
My friend. You made it.
I'm gonna get back to work.
Six, you copy?
-You feeling better?
Who was he?
There's a kid near the mark.
Don't tell me to relax. I want my money.
He ditched the asset.
Insecure line.
Confirmation on target.
We're going to prison for this.
-What's going on?
He's in the house.
with no regard for collateral damage.
All right, ladies, focus. Six is trained to be a ghost.
You able?
It's yours.
Every single Sierra flamed out.
A child that's about to put a hit so big on your boy's head
-Yes. Yeah, you're gonna live. -Then we should go.
Last month we put in a pacemaker,
They pulled me from field duty.
Ten, nine, eight,
That's a very expensive laundry list.
which means, with countless contacts at his disposal,
They were just trying to punish him, I think.
They say that life in its most unadorned expression
Hmm. Okay.
Okay.
commuting their sentences in exchange for a lifelong commitment to the agency.
Repeat. Put on emergency oxygen masks.
He just lays there. Can't tell if it's psyops or medical.
It's loading.
Thanks.
Does this plan involve me living?
Optimistic.
Or do you spend most of your time strangling cats?
I told you to stay over there, please.
Electronics, uh…
which means you are going to babysit.
Something like, you know, John, Joe.
Suzanne, please pay my Tamil friend and send him on his way.
-Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.
-Six. -Wanna explain whatever that was?
There was no time to get one of ours over there.
Please.
Shoot him!
-Agent Miranda? -Speaking.
That's him, the man from the square.
-Someone is very upset with you, man.
-What guy? -Just a guy.
And you can't all caps on this thing. You have to control shift. It's a process.
I'm headed to a funeral. Putting a friend in the ground.
Like I said, I'm in a hurry.
You know I can't find him, 'cause his file doesn't exist.
Tell me, what was your first clue Sierra Six was gonna break procedure?
Stashed in a garage in the city center. Address is on the tag.
She's stabilized.
-Do not play with me. -What the hell is she doing?
-You really wanna do this? -Do what?
You should go without me.
I'm not gonna write anything down.
Stick around the building.
I just wear what they tell me to.
You know what, Fitz?