Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, fuck that, 'cause we're not taking his word on anything.

Urtew cept zoryin.

don't you think?

♪ It won't do you no good, it won't do you no good ♪

I don't guess he ever saw it as a job, Conner.

Those men who came to kill you,

[panting quietly]

[Lev] A lot can happen in 70 years, Ms. Fisher.

[chuckling] Solve the whole damn problem,

[both laughing]

You've disappointed me, Daniel.

Come camp at our place.

[Wilf] Thylacine analogs.

There ought to be a simpler way to kill a girl.

to push the pace a little with Ms. Fisher.

...and I'll start talking about your missing lady.

- [Reece] Low on ammo here. - Here, too.

quite a generous one if I'm not mistaken.

before we pressure her too much.

Coffee is on the desk.

- Mama? - [Flynne] It's all right.

[♪ Schubert: "The Trout"]

[Flynne] Tell you when I get back.

Pull back. I'm coming up.

- I'm going in there. - No.

What's the fucking difference?

[indistinct chattering]

um, what is it you call yourself again, Wilf?

What's the worst it could do, Flynne?

Well, one of Lev's hobbies is recreating such things.

- What do I do? - Just sit and watch.

So, why are we here?

They said there's plenty of stuff in line ahead of that.

And the idea of stealing even one second from you,

I thought that was you. What are the chances?

I'm pretty fucked up, but not that fucked up.

They said they're gonna figure out a workaround.

We've been paying her to provide us with a trapdoor into it.

Felt pretty good for about 12 hours or so.

Do you still wake up like that?

Fuck. Come on, fucker. Come on.

And then, maybe I'll go and play

Get Mama in the basement.

before the next wave hits.

[Leon] Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.

Yeah, I know. Don't worry, I told them.