Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's all right, Linda. Stay here. Ada, please.
And, barefoot, I grew up mean.
I can't raise John but I'll send Michael to get him.
This one's for you.
in the name of Tilton Company Limited,
Fucking come here, you!
WHISPERS: Jesus!
No.
Tommy's orders?
I'm calling a family meeting. Charlie Strong's yard, Boxing Day.
# No heaven, no hell No innocence... #
Huh! Your brothers and sisters! All right, listen,
You talk to him.
He's asked specifically.
# No heaven, no hell, no innocence
I gave my gun to Arthur.
Now, night-night. Merry Christmas.
The wire-cutting shop? Yeah.
The babies will make everybody OK. Babies stop everything.
He names Winston Churchill. You woke me up for this?
I'm really sorry to bother you again, sir,
so I asked Johnny Dogs if he knew anyone who liked to eat goose...
Hello, sir.
SHE BREATHES HARD AND RAPIDLY
Is it Christmas? Not just yet. Let's go, eh? Mummy!
I hope Ada's car hasn't broken down.
Maybe it isn't you that pays him.
How am I going to get through Christmas without them?
Since she was pardoned, she's been on these fucking tablets
# Take a little walk to the edge of town
You and me both, brother.
They close everything.
Francis, for the last time, it's Johnny Dogs. They're gypsies.
Why, Pol? It's only me.
And you, keep your eyes on the road.
What did you do with them?
Why haven't you opened your post?
Yeah, so did I. But they keep coming back at us.
All right. Get out of it!
Get Polly and Ada to Charlie's yard.
Yeah, I will.
Hm. What about you, Linda? Are you working?
You grew up mean, you say? A threat in there, I think, somewhere.