Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[humming]
on this ship somewhere safe.
[metal clinks]
-What? -Hilarious.
[groans]
-The Umbrella police? -[Simon] Jade.
-Oh, I'm sorry-- -Fix it.
-[stun gun buzzes] -[grunts]
You know, work, work, work.
[medicines shaking]
-[thumps] -[gasps]
[sighs]
-[grunting] -[thwacks]
-[Evelyn] How is he? -[Roth] So far, so good.
[loud rumbling]
[panting]
Things he thought I couldn't handle.
You brought a gun this time.
Hey, sweetie. Yeah, just here with Albert.
[young Jade] Shit.
[growls]
What is wrong with you?
Bert's notes. Get to work.
[object beeping]
His twin?
[approaching footsteps]
♪ And it's looking for something to eat ♪
But believe me when I say we have weapons of our own.
It is a big deal because it's not unlimited.
Clean up your mess.
So, uh, best to keep the bitch around. Right, E?
Clear the tent.
problems.
You hear yourself?
I can't.
Albert.
Billie, put your seatbelt on.
[sighs]
I bet everything on this.
Should I initiate tracking protocols?
No, absolutely not. We're not there yet.
Yeah. Well, fucking insane is kind of what we do, so…
[clears throat]
You left.
[groaning]
Come on. That whole show and that's all I get?
-Umbrella. -Oh, shit.
[Evelyn] Look.
[somber music]
♪ And it's looking for something to eat ♪
Fine.
Bert.