Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Peggy] Where the hell have you been?

[Alfred] Let's get down to business, shall we?

♪ Want you to know that I care♪

♪ One I wish I never played♪

I'm sorry to hear that.

Yeah. I knew all about that.

You look pretty good, Melanie.

The undisputed catchweight champion of England,

a regular flight out once a week,

-You think so? -What else can we do?

Least of all with a murderous robber.

[phone ringing]

Yeah, I think so. Let's see.

Jimmy, this is insane.

Alfred Pennyworth.

[distant chatter]

And yet here I am, with a rabble of squabbling thieves.

Where do I know you from?

I'm good. This is the hand we've been dealt.

♪ Though I battle blind♪

I didn't think we'd fly for free.

-I didn't panic. -Eh, you kind of did.

The night's takings are kept in the manager's office

Well, that's easy enough.

Bye-bye, Alfie.

And you're actually pretty good for a rich guy.

Tell us your name!

-to America, quick as you can. -For the millionth time,

I hear that you're a reasonable man.

I want to call a private North London number.

I'm not afraid.

1100 hours on Friday at... my house?

There were little turtles on the beach.

[Troy] Fire in the hole.

-Push her in? -No, it was an accident.

Uh, wheeling and dealing, you know.

[device whirring]

I've never been seduced by a crypto-fascist bastard before.

They'll think the worst of you.

Well, times have changed. Everyone and his dog wants out.

Seats are like gold dust. Air crews are on the take.

We can't let him go.

Perhaps Harwood compartmentalizes