Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You tackle the fucking breacher.

[indistinct chatter]

I need to get it out of my head.

You hear that, Reece?

- [coughing] - Shit!

but I think you still know I'm not your enemy.

None of us are.

[coughs, groans]

And it might come down to me to make it right.

♪ For every sailor's son ♪

[sirens wailing]

[sniffles] Fuck.

We have heavy weather...

[newswoman] The mudslide, believed to have been caused

- Let's go, let's go. - Uphill.

I think big guy's really hurting.

Eagle Scouts, Mac. Eagle Scouts. Think they know?

- if you get sight of the suspect. - [grunting]

It's not gonna fucking work on this guy.

[Mac] We've cornered Reece in a state park

- Mac, Mac, Mac. - [Mac grunts]

You keep your men back.

If shit pops off out there,

[grunts] Come on, Mac.

whatever else you want to call it,

your men nor your family,

Your pain is over.