Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I'm the other that gave birth to your son. - I beg your pardon?

You did a good job, baby boy. You stayed down just like mama told you.

You're Nikki Wood's son.

Think about what you're doing.

Hopefully, once you understand what it is that's... setting you off,

She said some nasty bits to me after I did that.

Shouldn't you take a little time? Calm down?

- Nice coat. Where'd you get it? - New York.

OK. I guess now is as good a time as we're likely to see for a while.

This is as it should be, Mother. You and I together.

Now I find it rather freeing.

Hopefully? So it might not work?

For what it's worth, everyone at your house seemed quite relieved at the arrangement.

Why didn't your chip go off?

All the rubbish people keep sticking in my head, it's a wonder there's room for my brain.

The rest of us be damned. Your mother was no different.

Not enough to walk away... for you.

I don't think you have much of an idea of the watcher-slayer dynamic.

I will always look after you, Mother. This I promise.

My mother loved me... with all her heart.

Well, I suppose I have you to thank for that. How ever will I repay you?

You needn't have worried

The mission is what matters. Right?

I spent a long time trying to track you down.

Where have you been? I've been beside myself for days.

- Spike, listen to me. - Yeah.

- Ow, ow! - Spike!

I'll give you the full scoop later. Maybe I'll even bring back some good news?

Yeah, makes sense.