Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'll have an ironclad alibi,

Show them your hands, John B. You wanna get shot?

[Barry] I'll be damned.

♪ Go back down ♪

We'll talk. That's good. This is good.

[Big John groans]

I'll find a museum.

♪ Go back down ♪

I have to call you back.

Your parents are not going to appreciate me shacking up.

Getting kicked out of this place in three weeks anyway.

John B, they're getting away!

♪ And you were there ♪

- Was that the diary they took? - Yeah.

- [Pope] Welcome to the Outer Banks, Cleo. - [Cleo] You're crazy, Pope.

Oh my God. "The captain refused to make the delivery,

- It's traceable. - [sniffles]

[John B] Six o'clock, back here. Don't be late.

Besides, what were we gonna do with that cross anyway?

[tense music continues, stops]

I'm Big John Routledge.

You come in peace.

Well, let's hope not. I had enough of this treasure hunting.

This cross is mine. You're taking it from me.

- [Big John] You know this guy, right? - Yes, yes.

["Boys in the Wood" by The Black Lips ends]

What do you want?

-♪ I love your precious heart... ♪ - Nobody's called me. [sniffles]

- You're losing momentum. - Are you critiquing my driving now?

Shit, I don't got parents right now.

Rather than threatening the only two guys that can make you filthy rich,

Move, move. Hey!

[Sarah panting]

Or should I say Mrs. Routledge?

[John B] That's them.

What about Rafe?

[engine revving]

so... I want you to steal it.

- It doesn't. - We already have the gold.

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