Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- So we should probably get a move on. - Sarah, you hear from John B?

There's a low-voltage current that runs across all rail tracks.

- I could just get to the mainland-- - Oh boy.

- [gasps] - Oh sh--

Sir, please, I see you're married. Sir, please.

- What the hell was going on there? - [exhales]

- Let's get this out in the open. - Can we take it down a little?

- Yes. Yes. Yes. - That's what I'm talking about!

which is why Singh wants it so badly.

- Let's go! - Move it!

[tense music plays]

I have to do this.

[chuckles] Nice catch!

- Uh, 17, you said? - [Big John] Catholic church...

[Big John] Currently, I have zero beads.

- [officer] Hey! Hey! - Shit.

Give me a break, man.

[conductor] All right, all good to go.

We've been after this... family heirloom of Pope's,

We dug up his effects at the Charleston Museum.

- Pope, go! - [Cleo] Go, go!

- [Big John] What? - Some sort of rock?

I assure you, once we get to Orinoco, it will get harder.

[Topper] Hey, what are we doing here?

Pop, I know appearances are against me right now,

[Big John chuckles]

That's about as good as a result as we could hope for.

That's good. That's good right there.

- Hey, Sarah. - Do you have jumper cables?

- Is that so? - [bell chimes]

- [officer] Stay right here. - Oh shit.

and proved a bunch of the Pharaoh collection were fakes.

Being on the board has its privileges.

Really? Are we allowed to? Oh my God.

- This can't be right. - Right, right.

- Just come on, be cool. Be cool. - Be cool?

Just gotta figure out how to stop the train.

Four Kildare teens who went missing nearly six weeks ago

- Turn here! - Don't touch... don't touch the driver, man.

He was... he was buried here in Charleston.

What did you want me to do?

- [worker 1] Hell if I know. - [worker 2] What is this bullshit?

You trust me now? Now I need to know that I can trust you.

Ward Cameron, who confessed to the murder of Sheriff Peterkin

[melancholic music plays]

[tires screeching]

Gotta believe, boy. I believed it.

I guess I mean you're such a giver, Topper.

No, it's okay, Dad. Calm down.

[panting] We did it, son.

Think, think, think. Okay, what if I blockaded the track?

When he got tipsy, he'd just throw an old chain