Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They didn't ask if Lord Harwood named any other conspirators.
You know I can't do that.
Gets boring, waiting to die.
Please!
You're ex-soldiers.
No, you'll have to speak up.
What the fuck are you doing standing there for?!
Good.
Leader of the Raven Society?
On yourself, lass!
I'll be back in a tick.
I'd skin you alive.
I'd say more like a gesture of goodwill and respect.
Laugh and joke as you may, Alfie.
MALE ANNOUNCER : Good afternoon, gentlemen.
Birds out of trees, knickers off nuns.
Turn away.
Just the one, mind.
we've both had a result, haven't we?
If there's anything you can do,
but that's all right.
All right, mate.
little weasel.
We'll need men like you.
All right, mate.
If and when this fellow appears,
Hold me back?
It's not that I don't trust you, Mr. Wayne.
Comes in all shapes and sizes, doesn't it?
If business doesn't pick up,
Daveboy! Cool down.
It's my word against yours, isn't it?
HARWOOD : Me.
Anyway, here I am.
Well, it's your pub. Tell him to sod off.
'Cause angry people are honest and we need to talk.
Don't you fucking move!
Come on. Out.
Look, I'll-I'll never go near her again, I swear.
ALFRED: All right, Sandra?
Hey.
Stop trying to change the subject. Talk about what?
You're gonna be a big man.
Well, I am worried.
She pulls a better pint.
What's wrong?
Alright... night night
Too many, maybe.
Would you like to hear the details?
We love each other. That's all that matters.
ALFRED: That'll do.
Snap! Ooh!
to do a good turn for the guv'nor.