Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh my God. Oh my God.
Let's keep trucking.
Darkness. Wisdom and darkness.
Oh God. Okay. Um...
Um... I can do it. I...
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
- Wait, John. Listen to me. Listen to me! - You tried to kill me, you son of a bitch.
Hey.
- A Cameron.
- Tongue? - A horn thing.
I'm sorry, John. I don't think I can allow that.
- That only goes ten miles an hour? - I'm just spitballing, Kie, okay?
You're one of us now, kid.
I can't believe it.
Some people say it doesn't exist.
It's okay. Hang on.
I told you you'd make it. Look at that.
Jayj.
- Wait. - Who says?
Let's go.
Not from me.
Pope's going away to school, and JJ bought the charter boat.
I'll chew your arms off, you jack-off feeder fish.
I need a reset right now. This is a lot.
- Is that what I think it is? - Oh yeah.
Dad! Hey, Dad. Come check this out. Sarah found something.
Looks like you're carrying a load there, young Routledge.
said he would not just give the gold to his sons, no.
Are you really so sure about her?
- Mm-hmm. - Yeah.
I've got these three flares.
Yeah, but I wouldn't get too cocky.
like we have.
This is a captain's log. This shows the exact position of the ship.
Hey, hey, hey, Pop. Hey. Hang in there, okay?
I never even thought it could be another way.
♪ The tide is high But I'm holding on ♪
Thirty minutes out. Ready?
I told you,
Thirty minutes in.
Look, I asked around at the landing today.
- I don't know, Dad. - You don't know.
Who's shooting at us?
Well, at least we have mine.
Don't even think about trying anything, Ward.
Drop the flare.
No.
- Get on the boat. - Not those.
I'm glad I did it even if you aren't.
Come on, get them.
A thousand years
Come on! You're outnumbered, Ward.
- One big happy family, huh? - Dad, what are you doing?
You did it.
You think Ward just showed up on his own?
hang here.
I'm starting to think our friend might not be worth the trouble.
I can't see the glyphs!!
How deep does this go?
- Brave traveler. - Oh, oh. This one?
Yes. I did a favor for Mr. Singh.
Try and lay low.
- Come on, let's pick it up. Let's go. - Go on, I'll catch up.
Even if this ends up being nothing,
That a girl.
- We might come to that. - Put the gun down.
John B,
Hold up. Look, Dad. Look.
- I'm coming with you. - Are you sure?
- No! - No, no!