Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Gas breaks down over time.

(footsteps approach)

I figure I sleep tonight...

-Yeah. -And if he's not there?

(tires screeching)

(laughs) You dick!

♪ A sudden sense of liberty ♪

I mean, I think we're heading north?

But this has gone too far.

I'm just sayin'...

not all the way.

It's over. We're not fighting anymore.

The Chans? Henry Burrell.

No one's gonna find us.

(light music playing)

This is too remote for Infected, anyway.

This is Henry's work.

Person: Let's see you, motherfucker!

Probably more from shootin'.

(sighs) Lawyer.

Got somethin' else.

We can just talk! Mom! Mom! Mom!

(laughs) "No Pun Intended,

(bullet clinks)

-A long story. -Is it longer than 25 hours?

It's what they called that war. It doesn't matter.

and we're back on the road. Minute tops.

I mean, it was my fault.