Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Neither does Martin James.
Go on. Go on. Have all the fun you want, my friend...
- He says it makes your skin real... - All right, all right. Murdock?
Coming, Lieutenant?
Reverend James would kill us for sure if he knew we were helping one of his unchosen.
- You can get back from here. - I think we should call the authorities.
Have you heard this poem?
You mean the thrill of danger?
- We could be coming in hot. - Roger.
We're gonna make a try for her. Better warm up your birdie.
I...
I want you to get that Jeep. Make sure it's full of gas.
You know, you showed up at just the right time, Wyatt.
Stay low.
- We need help. - What's going on? Who are you people?
We comin' in, Jack! Now get the first aid kit before you have to use it on yourself!
unless you have an order for it.
Okay, the motor pool is on the south side of the building.
Go around and pick 'em up on the low road. They've gotta come out of here someplace.
And it feels wonderful!
or I'll turn you all into burning bushes!
Welcome to Camp Awongo.
Throw down your weapons and put your hands on your head...
We're being chased by that maniac Reverend James. He's trying to kill us.
Not the greatest place in the world, but nobody said they were perfect.
Their generator's on the east wall. No phones. One radio antenna...
The wind starts you swayin'. See, you know that at any second you could fall.
Murdock, do you read me? Over.
How long can I...
Amy, grab a screwdriver and get that radio out of the Jeep.