Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- [groans] - [Rafe] Don't move.

- What are you thinking? - [JJ] Just got another text.

You're all just sitting there, just flinching.

- Run! - Okay, go.

[tense music ends]

I have something to tell him. It's urgent.

[John B] I don't know. I'm thinking.

You're gonna have to talk to me at some point. Okay?

[indistinct chatter over radio]

- Where do you think he might've gone? - I don't know--

Bring it on home, John B!

[JJ] Hey, now! Hey, now! Easy!

No. I'm gonna go for the gun.

I know, it-- Yeah.

- Gotta figure something out. - [Pope] And hope he doesn't kill us?

[seagulls squawking]

Okay? What did I get from shooting Peterkin, huh?

What happened back at the hotel? I thought you got nabbed.

But it's not him.

We can stay here. It's an old hotel. Terrance and I squatted here before.

[birds chirping]

- That was your idea! - Yeah, I know that was my idea, okay?

John B, hurry up, man!

This could make things ten times worse for us and Kiara.

It's the only option we got.

- Shh! - My bad! That one's on me!

But that actually cuts both ways.

I don't have the original.

Sarah, that... that pattern, those bells.

Okay, we should have enough juice to get us to Saint Lucia, no problem.

I need to talk to Mr. Singh.

Uh, little announcement. "Never mind. I just tracked your location."

- [guard 1 groans] - [JJ grunts]

Yeah, that's exactly what we wanted! Here, check it. Boom!

Think for a second! Kie, what are you doing?

[Pope] I can't believe he just took off.

This is a little souvenir that I plucked from Portis' pocket.

- [Kie grunts] - [Rafe pants]

[suspenseful music plays]

[splutters] You think I wanted to make that choice, huh?