Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[JJ] Well, look who it is.

I'm gonna back off.

Okay, but you were with your boyfriend, so it makes up for this.

in at least three states.

I mean, Pope, is that news to you?

And, um, at the end of the day, I just want you to be happy.

Despite all your faults, you are resourceful, you know.

You put the gnomon here. It asks a question.

[Ryan] Down on your knees.

The shadow gives lots of information, the time of day, the time of month.

The gnomon... the gnomon what, Tommy?

like the spike of a sundial.

Not really, Rafe. It could be one of a very few people.

Only way out is through, kid. Come on. Straight on till we hit pay dirt.

Magellan, Marco Polo.

Right. So you, what?

And friends that would take a bullet for you.

What's going on? What happened?

'cause, see, I got a condition, like a gag reflex comes up.

[Rafe] These gems are mint, man. The gold's bullion.

Look, I know I've been a little shady.

- [John B] No! Dad! - John B, I'm coming. I'm coming.

- Just let him go. John B! - [laughs]

[JJ] We're Pogues, man.

It's gonna feel real nice.

- Oh yeah. In Mexico. - Remember that time I left you--

'Cause if you're thinking that's Mayan, it's not. It's Kalinago.

♪ Girl, you got me automatic ♪

- Anything else, I'm your dude. - I dunno, J.

You see all those boats out there? Those are Kook boats.

- John B, what's going on? - My dad killed two guys.

[splutters] Sorry. You don't need to talk about it.

- You have a girlfriend? - Yeah.

we have a week before we reach the Orinoco,

Now, I know I missed a little bit of time, but I'm ready to kick it into warp drive,

[exhales] Well, then call me when you wanna tell the truth.

- [panting] - [Big John grunts]

Hey, sorry, I don't mean to bother if this is a bad time.

- Listen to me, Rafe... - No. No, no, you listen, okay?

[Rafe] Yeah. Hey, brother.

Neville? What does that mean?

["Let My Baby Ride" by R.L. Burnside plays]

[Rafe] I'm just saying we need to take this shit seriously.

["Things Fall Apart" by The Nude Party ends]

I don't like lying to her, Dad.

I ain't missing Mrs. Heyward's cooking.

[Ryan grunts] Me eyes! Stop!

You missed 27 days of school. That's almost six weeks.

- Yeah. - [Big John pants]

No, it's just... I don't know.