Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, that reminds me. I have something for you.
You're cool with us all dying in three days?
- Allison, wait. - Luther, I can't. My plane.
Why don't you go relax?
No, it's my fault.
Oh, my God...
weight of the world bullshit.
Yeah. What are you not tellin' us?
Five. Last time we didn't have him.
Remember?
It's refreshing, I'll admit.
You happened.
Please.
Our only choice is to do what they say.
End of the world and you wanna get sober all of a sudden.
- I'm gonna go find Vanya and explain. - No, wait, there isn't time.
After your accident,
- Oh, boy. - Oh, my God.
- Do not panic. - Shit.
Oh, no, shit!
Luther Hargreeves,
But in the event of a breach,
Nothing's ever big enough next to their holier-than-thou,
- Oh! - Gloria, this is Number Five.
The only chance we have to save our world is, well, us.
Luther?
- if we didn't find the briefcase? - Uh, yeah.
It's just us.
Can I ask you a cuckoo bananas question?
Such chutzpah.
I'm sure this is a lot to deal with.
Great. How would you like to lunch with me in my office?
Busy.
You can't keep this up, Five. We both know that even you have a limit.
You'll adjust.
until you're clean.
Can I show you something?
we can go anywhere we want, in the house, in the courtyard...
They're perfecting your body as we speak.
Course, it's a bit easier to see from 30,000 feet.
How are you...
You can eat solid foods, and I can live vicariously...
"Contract to kill Number Five terminated. Await further instruction."
You know, last time I was sober was that roaring good time