Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

John B, take care of my girl. Sarah! You're a fighter, girl! Hold on! Hold on!

Nevertheless, some of us were very impressed by your story

but you don't have to, okay? I know you didn't mean to hurt her.

-[officer] Hey! Stop! Get down! -[Cleo screaming] No!

What does that mean?

-[officers yelling indistinctly] -[sirens wailing]

[GPS voice] Turn left on State Road…

Not in the eyes of the law, anyway. I'm more like a service provider.

Mr. Heyward, it's for you.

[sniffles] Hey! Please don't die.

[whispering] Seriously, Pope, you are driving me insane.

Y'all have a good day.

But it's not about you confronting him. He's completely untrustworthy.

Here. I got it.

[tires squealing]

[Sarah whimpering]

[sniffles, crying] Hey, come on.

[Terrance grunts]

[engine starts]

Are you sure we can take this?

Look, screw the gold, okay?

-You know? -"Please come alone." That's hella sus.

[doctor] She's just lost too much blood, kid.

[John B] Okay. All right.

Unfortunately, the skeptics were in the majority.

Okay. Thank you. Thank you. Let's go.

I got an uncle who works at this marina. We're safe here. Recognize the boat?

Damn! She's in worse shape than I am.

[John B] Um, we should be good if the wind is behind us.

-So what happens now? -[doctor] We wait.

Yeah, he might. He might.

All right, that's a sore subject. My bad.

[indistinct chattering on radio]

Well, I guess that's what you get for hanging out with the wrong crowd, Kie.

-Dad, I thought I was okay, but I'm not. -Get control. Get control of yourself.

I'm not sure, but I think whoever this Limbrey person is,

[JJ] Yeah. No duh.

-[officer grunts] -[John B] No, no. Hey, Cleo! Keys!