Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I'm coming with you. - Are you sure?
You did it.
- A Cameron.
Some people say it doesn't exist.
I can't believe it.
- We might come to that. - Put the gun down.
Let's keep trucking.
- Wait, John. Listen to me. Listen to me! - You tried to kill me, you son of a bitch.
- Brave traveler. - Oh, oh. This one?
How deep does this go?
Thirty minutes in.
- Mm-hmm. - Yeah.
This is a captain's log. This shows the exact position of the ship.
- Is that what I think it is? - Oh yeah.
Hold up. Look, Dad. Look.
You think Ward just showed up on his own?
Try and lay low.
Um... I can do it. I...
- Come on, let's pick it up. Let's go. - Go on, I'll catch up.
I've got these three flares.
Come on! You're outnumbered, Ward.
I told you,
Jayj.
It's okay. Hang on.
like we have.
- No! - No, no!
Look, I asked around at the landing today.
- Get on the boat. - Not those.
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
I never even thought it could be another way.
I can't see the glyphs!!
- One big happy family, huh? - Dad, what are you doing?
John B,
I'll chew your arms off, you jack-off feeder fish.
- Wait. - Who says?
Hey.
Oh my God. Oh my God.
No.
That a girl.
I told you you'd make it. Look at that.
Yeah, but I wouldn't get too cocky.
I'm sorry, John. I don't think I can allow that.
- That only goes ten miles an hour? - I'm just spitballing, Kie, okay?
Hey, hey, hey, Pop. Hey. Hang in there, okay?
Well, at least we have mine.
said he would not just give the gold to his sons, no.
♪ The tide is high But I'm holding on ♪
Even if this ends up being nothing,
You're one of us now, kid.
Looks like you're carrying a load there, young Routledge.
Not from me.
Yes. I did a favor for Mr. Singh.
Drop the flare.
I need a reset right now. This is a lot.
Pope's going away to school, and JJ bought the charter boat.
Dad! Hey, Dad. Come check this out. Sarah found something.
Let's go.
Come on, get them.
Are you really so sure about her?
Thirty minutes out. Ready?
Don't even think about trying anything, Ward.
Oh God. Okay. Um...
Who's shooting at us?
A thousand years
- Tongue? - A horn thing.
hang here.
Darkness. Wisdom and darkness.
- I don't know, Dad. - You don't know.
I'm glad I did it even if you aren't.
I'm starting to think our friend might not be worth the trouble.