Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, yeah, press it, John B. Let's go!
...it would behoove you not to be seen talking to me.
Hold on, though.
Oh, a little breaking and entering with my pops.
Seriously, it's identifiable.
How does that sound? Sound good?
Leather-bound, leather-bound.
- [tense music ends] - [motorcycle engine revving]
[Rafe] One second. Okay, Wilmington.
This is it, John B. John B, Charleston leads to El Dorado!
[water flowing]
[pants]
They're smugglers.
and go back home,
- [grunts] - [John B] Told you!
if you screw me like that, I'll... I'll come after you.
Then vanished once word got out that he had it.
- Hey, I had no choice. - What? You pulled on them first!
[sighs]
[groans] Hey!
- Hey, hey! - [gasps]
Okay. Do you know why the great and powerful Singh
[tense music ends]
"The captain left it me to tend to the priest's swamp fever."
I'm gonna go home and steal some clothes
Not bad weird.
Eviction notice.
He's alive.
[cries]
♪ Don't have to tell you ♪
Sorry, buddy. You're too late.
[birds chirping]
- [sighs] John B. - No, you killed those guys, Dad.
[inhales, exhales]
You must think I'm the stupidest son of a bitch under the sun.
[squeals]
We shouldn't do that.
- [inhales] - Yeah, yeah.
Hey, hey. You okay?
[engine stops]
[seagulls squawking]
He could be in hiding, or he could be... [imitates gunshot] ...done.
a historical artifact.
This is like the White House, man.
All right. All right, here we come.
Mr. Sunn.
This will work out well for all of us.
This piece of shit?
But of course, you can count on me.