Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Follow me? -Yeah, totally.
-You're good. You got two more. Two more. -[Sarah groaning]
["Where'd All the Time Go" by Dr. Dog playing]
What about the rings?
[tires squealing]
But listen, one of the benefactors heard about it
[Anna] Baby, no, you can't go to Charleston on a school night.
-[groans] -Is this cool?
She'll come back to us.
We'll go back and talk about it at the house.
That's my Sarah.
Look, this is gonna hurt, but I need you to push down.
-It's not her head, is it? -No, it's not her head. Come on.
-Come on. I got you! -Hey, hey. You're gonna need some money.
And then what? More running?
He's the one who should be running, not us.
What about Ward?
♪ And I'm stuck in the shadow ♪
I am so sick of this shit!
-[tires squeal] -[sirens wailing]
[John B] Just hang on. Everything's gonna be fine.
I don't know how much more of this shit I can take, okay?
Through sickness and health,
We were waiting for you guys to show up, and the coppers came.
Okay, so that guy was from the scholarship committee.
-We should get outta here now. -Okay.
Get us outta here, Stubbs. I am not waitin' to get pinched.
No more. It is hot as hell out there.
What do you want… what do you want me to do? [sniffles]
I ran. I wanted to shoot it out with them, but it was too many.
He was… he was out there on the road when the whole thing happened,
-[Anna] I know that! -Since kindergarten! My only friends!
Move on.
-I need it, okay? -I know. I know. We can talk about it.
-[Sarah] We still have an hour. -You need to rest. You just got shot.
Are you kidding me?
I'll take care of you. We'll get you to the doctor.
[indistinct chattering on radio]
-Hey! -[John B] Shit!
Hi.
[somber music playing]
What the f--
I need you to push down, okay?
You know, the powers that be don't give a damn about curing anything.
It's good news.
Get in here.
[engine revving]
[man] I'm from the Vanderhorst Foundation.
[Rafe] You're not listening. I'm having a hard time right now.
It's perfect.
You're shittin' me.
[siren chirping]
I don't know what the hell you were doing, though,