Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-[feet splashing in water] -[jerks handcuffs]
When you're looking down the barrel of a gun,
-[lively Irish jig playing] -[patrons chattering]
-It's over, all right? We're already dead. -Then where are you going?
The whole place has gone to heck in a handbasket,
No, no, there's something...
We monitor and maintain the time-space continuum.
You know me?
Who are we trying to save Vanya from?
Is more powerful than all of us put together.
Can't let 'em win.
[female interrogator] You're going to have to terminate.
[group grows quiet]
But what choice do we got, Luther?
Make sure she's okay.
[struggling gasps]
How 'bout that?
[female interrogator] What the hell is happening?
[recorder whirring softly]
[inhales, growling]
[Diego] This is it.
[suspenseful instrumental music plays]
-How did you...? -[Luther] It's okay.
You know what, Luther? It's every sibling for himself now.
It'll help with the itching.
What's your last name, Vanya?
-You from around here? -No.
as the Soviets deny all responsibility.
Why wouldn't I be?
You're not going anywhere until I find out who you really are.
Sweetheart, your vagina needs glasses. He is not worth it.
I've never felt better in my life.
[Diego] Hey, man. Sorry to crash in here like this.
Well, I told the other officer I was hit by a car.
I mean, you? I mean,
It's not your fault.
[elevator creaking]
Where's Sissy? I need to talk to her.
[instructor] No clue, sorry.
it is a Communist threat to this country.
Five?
[reporter 2] Moscow promises a fierce response
All questions will be answered at the end of the film.
[places phone on cradle]
[suspenseful instrumental music swells]
I could say the same about you.
[Luther sighs]
-Besides, it's too late for him anyway. -Too late?
[Carl] That was my brother.
[gentle chime over speakers]
You got a lot of practice at this?
Herb. He worked with Five at the Commission.
He's driving away. They didn't kill him?
You guys have been wrastling in here or something?
[high-pitched tone resonating, building]
Well, I appreciate it. Yup.
-What the hell are you talking about? -Uh! Don't freak out.
you killed your brother.
[Reginald, in Russian, echoing] Number Seven.
Wait, like, everything in time?
-Timid little Vanya. -[Luther] Yep.
-She's just not ready for this. -[Reginald] You're all wrong.