Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(footsteps approach)

It's over. We're not fighting anymore.

Person: Let's see you, motherfucker!

-Yeah. -And if he's not there?

(bullet clinks)

(laughs) You dick!

and we're back on the road. Minute tops.

not all the way.

I mean, it was my fault.

I'm just sayin'...

It's what they called that war. It doesn't matter.

Gas breaks down over time.

We can just talk! Mom! Mom! Mom!

This is too remote for Infected, anyway.

(tires screeching)

This is Henry's work.

No one's gonna find us.

But this has gone too far.

Got somethin' else.

♪ A sudden sense of liberty ♪

(light music playing)

-A long story. -Is it longer than 25 hours?

Probably more from shootin'.

I mean, I think we're heading north?

I figure I sleep tonight...

(sighs) Lawyer.

The Chans? Henry Burrell.

(laughs) "No Pun Intended,