Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So we got to assume that Singh's already gone upriver.
♪ Like the love That let us share our name ♪
- It's actually working. - Okay.
That's it.
- Sarah.
We did it, boy.
Just trust me on this one.
You have three seconds to come out before I start firing.
♪ Every man wants you to be his girl ♪
Step out of the water and put your hands up, both of you.
Damn. Barracuda Mike's got this import-export thing down.
I don't know. I don't see it on here.
No? No Jose. They don't know anybody named Jose.
♪ But I'll wait, my dear Till it's my turn ♪
- Yes, Pope is here. - Who the hell else is here?
Look at this.
- I need to sit for a sec. - Okay.
You were really gonna let them shoot me back there?
Tell him!
- Yes. - The professor.
An expedition of one man, John Routledge,
Maybe they went over there? Straight that way. No one's here.
No, I can't.
- Whoa, whoa. - There, there.
Maybe my dad was wrong. I brought you here and put you in danger for no reason.
- But they're not looking for us. - Yeah, they're moving real quick.
Come on.
- Come on. Take a look at this. - Sorry. I had to catch my breath.
Bastards, you son of a bitch,
Pretty loose.
because of me.
I can't do it.
Oh shit. That's one of Singh's guys. What are we gonna do?
We just gotta get you downriver. You're gonna be okay.
Home?
"Brave traveler, if you have wisdom, I'll reveal the wealth of the earth."
I'll see you.
♪ I'm gonna be your number one ♪
- I don't know. Just keep looking. - Sarah, it's a dead end. It's a dead end.
Good luck.
Some people say it's hidden,
- Jose. Do you have a last name or... - I do not have a last name.
Good luck.
I don't know, Dad. It kinda looks like a dead end.
- Jose? - Sí?
Sorry, Carlos.
That roof won't hold, and you'll never see El Dorado.
I think that's where they're taking my dad.
Mark it! Mark it! What's that?
All right, so, what are we gonna do?
Sarah, what's happening?
Almost there.
Come on, come on. Come on.
That means they didn't take him upriver. We can still save him.
Hey, stay up. Stay awake.
- Okay, I waiting for you. - Oh my God.
We'll hole up here for the night. Move out at first light.
Think we'll have enough time to make it to Solana for the solstice?
- A panga? - No, I don't know him.
- This is it.
Leave him in the tall grass.
I know you're bleeding, Mr. Routledge!
I don't blame him.
- Sorry. - Watch your foot.
If we miss the solstice, then all this was for nothing.
It's showing us the direction to El Dorado.
- Stay back, stay back! - Put it down, Ward!
Back up!
I'm gonna go tell that son of a bitch he ain't coming.