Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- No way, he's up on the overpass. - [siren wailing]
- Does sound like them Pogues, don't it? - Oh, no doubt.
[motorcycle engine revving]
[Big John] Hi.
[Big John gasps]
We also got word that the father of one of the teens,
- Go faster. You need to go faster. - [Topper] I'm trying.
They took something off the train. The cops are in pursuit.
[Cleo] Cops. Come on.
Y'all hear that? Okay, I can't be here. My grandfather's a judge.
[panting]
This... this...
It's just getting this cross back. It means a lot to me.
You'll be able to get a thousand paint jobs after we do this.
Hallelujah.
[pants] Did she make it?
[grunts]
[brakes screeching]
You see this?
["Kilby Girl" by The Backseat Lovers plays]
- [Pope grunts] - [train horn blaring]
- You're just giving them ammunition. - Ammunition for what, Kie?
to go along with whatever they want.
Unhook that for me.
This might be our last opportunity to go get that cross.
[Topper] I'm trying.
It was us or them.
[screeching]
No, but I bet Topper's dad has jumper cables in the truck.
I just got chills. Look at that.
I thought it was a horse ranch. [laughs]
Jayj? Where is he?
And that old little chain would stop all the train traffic
Who the hell are we right now, Sarah? This is ridiculous.
A vanished Indigenous people.
Yeah, I think so.
- Apple doesn't fall far from the tree. - Yeah.
[train horn blaring]
Oh, everyone. All right, all me.
There's a credit card on the back.
[splutters] You used to understand that!
That, very valid question. You know, I was thinking the same thing but--
- No. Absolutely not. - [JJ] Yes, come on.
And he's coming into Wilmington tonight at eight o'clock.
- [door opens] - [man] Let's go.
[Sarah] Go!
Paleogenetics mostly.
- No. What are you doing? - [gun cocks]
- [Kie] That's it. We're green. - [train horn blaring]
- Run and tell the other Pogues. - Careful up there.
There she is. Behold a thing of magic.
- Here I am involved in illegal activities. - Not that illegal.
[Big John sighs]
- [Pope] Okay, well, that's a start. - [Kie] Yeah.
Plan B.
Near misses.
You need to be ashamed of yourself.
Well, we don't have a chain.
Yeah, yeah, let's roll.
It would read as another train. Crossing lights come down.
Hey!
[whispers] Pope.
[panting]
It's-- Somebody must have stole it.
Oh.
You know, I'm on the board of directors.
- The cops are coming. Let's go. - Punch it, Chewie!
Just so you know,