Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Okay. Do you know why the great and powerful Singh

[tense music ends]

if you screw me like that, I'll... I'll come after you.

This is it, John B. John B, Charleston leads to El Dorado!

Hold on, though.

We shouldn't do that.

[birds chirping]

Eviction notice.

...it would behoove you not to be seen talking to me.

Seriously, it's identifiable.

Yeah, yeah, press it, John B. Let's go!

- [grunts] - [John B] Told you!

[inhales, exhales]

This is like the White House, man.

This piece of shit?

a historical artifact.

Sorry, buddy. You're too late.

Leather-bound, leather-bound.

He could be in hiding, or he could be... [imitates gunshot] ...done.

You must think I'm the stupidest son of a bitch under the sun.

All right. All right, here we come.

How does that sound? Sound good?

I'm gonna go home and steal some clothes

- [tense music ends] - [motorcycle engine revving]

Then vanished once word got out that he had it.

[water flowing]

- Hey, hey! - [gasps]

- Hey, I had no choice. - What? You pulled on them first!

- [inhales] - Yeah, yeah.

♪ Don't have to tell you ♪

This will work out well for all of us.

"The captain left it me to tend to the priest's swamp fever."

Oh, a little breaking and entering with my pops.

[Rafe] One second. Okay, Wilmington.

But of course, you can count on me.

They're smugglers.

and go back home,

[seagulls squawking]

- [sighs] John B. - No, you killed those guys, Dad.

Hey, hey. You okay?