Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Topper, stop. Stop the truck. - Oh my God. I'm not stopping the truck.

Hey, I just wanna make sure everyone here is okay with ending up in federal prison.

[engine revving]

Okay, now, all you have to do...

["Mad Man" by Mike Nyoni plays]

But, Pop, please, this is the last opportunity,

[Big John] So, yeah, in return for helping me find you,

- [man] Hell of a dress, lady. - Thank you.

That's what I could do. Maybe put a tree?

- I love you. Please be careful. - I'll be back.

- Put the pedal to the metal, boy! - Yes!

- Ah, man! - [officer] You all right?

yeah, he's flying across to Wilmington.

[Pope] I almost broke my arm.

We can't let a little thing like federal armed robbery get in the way.

So most of the guys are gonna be at the rail yard.

- Limbrey stole the Twinkie. - Come on, I know where she lives.

- Pop, we're going to need transportation. - That is not my problem.

And then that priest

- To go hold up that old lady? - That's right.

[motorcycle engine revving]

[tires screeching]

I mean, this straight out of church, bro.

[bell continues tolling]

[Big John exhales]

[tense music plays]

I wish he wasn't, but he is. Why would I lie?

You don't think we can get more for it as it is?

It's all a freaking fake.

Of course, we did. Of course, we stole a fake.

- [tense music plays] - [Big John grunts]

We're still waiting for details about their journey,

- [sirens wailing] - [exhales]

Oh, hey, Ms. Limbrey. What's up?

"Trinity Church, miscellaneous."

We're in love. That's all we're trying to do.

This is our thing.

- Hey, hey, hey. It's okay. Relax. Shh! - That's the last of it!

So we're looking for 17 Society Street.

[both groaning]

So this is your master plan, huh?

But if he had the shroud,

All right? Oh God, you can hear it coming.

before she met you and your friends.

- I'm not going... I'm not going to jail. - Topper, look at me.

And anyway, remember when I said I would do literally anything for you?

- Help me with the door. [grunts] - [Topper] Just push it this way.

- Hey! Stop the truck. - Stop the truck!

All right, 2-0-4-5.

and I won't ask you for anything else, and I promise you, I'm done, I swear.

[tires screeching]