Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[monitor beeping faintly]
Read it.
Lying to your old man, stealing his truck.
[both grunting]
-Can you feel it? -I feel it here but not on her wrist.
We're gonna meet at the wharf in eight hours.
-What? -I hit her.
I have a free period.
Good Pope.
-[Sarah] John B, car! -Shit!
-Well, what about Terrance and Stubbs? -[Cleo] I heard gunshots.
-[tires squealing] -Stop! Stop the car!
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
-You're not liable, all right? -Yeah. There's one more thing.
That's why I love ya, Pope. [clears throat]
Three-seventy? Are you serious?
of the Bahamian Police Department. [chuckling]
Listen to me.
What if I'm not okay?
[officers speaking indistinctly]
That's a sternum. Push on it till I tell you to stop.
Doc? Doc.
-Thank you. -Okay.
♪ And there ain't no way to sweep up ♪
["King of a One Horse Town" by Dan Auerbach playing]
I don't know. The speedometer doesn't work.
-You're just going to the wharf, right? -Yeah. Berth 39, right?
I can't feel anything.
no, just play dumb
[sirens wailing]
What happened back there? We went to the Playboy,
-T? Thank you. -[Terrance] We good, baby.
-[monitor beeping rapidly] -[John B] Doc?