Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Pope, yeah. Rafe, if you wouldn't have jumped him
You've gotta be careful fraternizing with the enemy, Valerie.
And it turns out you are on a paternal jihad.
-Honestly, if somebody saw me in this-- -[Sarah] They'd roast the shit out of you.
-Just-- -No, it's not. I am such an idiot.
Yeah. Okay. You know what?
-You forgot it? -Hurry up! Hurry up!
That was in their truck beneath the seat.
Hey, what's up?
...is accept personal responsibility. -[Pope] Screw you, Kook!
making useless small talk,
So, my dad went here.
[man 2] You aren't the only ones.
So, it's just truth, Sarah. That's truth.
He wanted me to stay here, at home, and you're taking me away from home.
-What is that? -[JJ] Um...
-[sighs] -[John B] I'm begging you.
He was compromised. [chuckles]
Yes, ma'am.
[radio chatter]
Okay, the library's not open all night, so we need to hurry.
-Okay, yeah. Sure, okay. -[John B] Um...
-[John B] Take me to the hospital. -[Sarah] Right now?
-JJ, what are you doing? -I'm tellin' the truth.
-[Kie] Shut up! -What? It's true!
I was so sick of those assholes from Figure Eight that I lost my shit.
I know what you think, damn it, I'm asking Pope.
[Ward] No!
Sorry, what boy are you talking about?
It's always my fault, no matter what.
Magic gets cancer and dies.
[Sarah] Yes. Yes, you may, Mr...
It's, um... it's a matter of national security.
-Jonathan. -John.
-In gold? -Mm-hm.
It's just for a few weeks until your hearing.
[chuckles]
Somebody beat us to it.
It's gonna be... stupid yacht clubs filled with hollow people
He-- he was on the Royal Merchant.
-[Sarah] Is that a picture of-- -[John B] Gold.
Hey, uh... can I get two Pepsis, please?
-Oh, wow. -[Sarah gasps] Okay.
Wait a minute. Did he kidnap you? Or drug you?
-Thank you. -Mm-hm.
They have cameras. They could've seen me.
some Kook shows up and tells you there's no eternal mystery.
You think I'm that stupid?
-[Sarah] Okay, so... -[John B] Yes?
-[Rafe] Stay out of this, Kiara! -[Pope] Kie! You okay?
Be careful what you wish for.
[in Russian accent] Yes, of course, I am a true, uh, professional.
I can't let you take the blame for somethin' I did.
[clears throat] Hey, Cap!
[John B] Mm-hm?
so we have to assume another identity.
Well...