Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You hear that, Reece?

♪ For every sailor's son ♪

We have heavy weather...

Your pain is over.

[coughs, groans]

your men nor your family,

[grunts] Come on, Mac.

[newswoman] The mudslide, believed to have been caused

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

whatever else you want to call it,

It's not gonna fucking work on this guy.

[indistinct chatter]

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

I think big guy's really hurting.

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

[sniffles] Fuck.

I need to get it out of my head.

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

[sirens wailing]

You tackle the fucking breacher.

If shit pops off out there,

- [coughing] - Shit!

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

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

None of us are.

You keep your men back.

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