Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Nelson... - My treat.
Come on, paddle.
- His name Conor? - Yeah.
Dylan.
Shake him off.
You know we have to seal the bulkhead doors.
- All right, then we climb. - Is it going to hold?
- Mom. - There. There they are.
no no no no no no ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!
...but we have discussed this, you know?
- Five thousand. - Five thousand to call.
And we can throw junk up into the props.
And I wanted to, I really did, but she made me promise not to say anything.
- Oh, hey, kid, you all right? - Yeah, I am sorry.
We're good. Good.
- Elena, if you don't go, we don't go. - What? What?
It has to be the one that has the best chance of making it, and that's me.
They were right behind me.
God rest their souls.
On three.
- Let me out. Let me out. - Come on, Elena.
- I am sorry. - No, excuse me.
I am trying to find the galley.
You can do it. That's it, just hold on. I can't breathe.
Go. Conor?
- You got her? - Okay. Here you go.
You miss being mayor?
Make it 20.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Conor, put your foot right where my foot is and go to Robert.
What are you doing?
You gave everybody a chance.
Stay there. I am coming, baby.
- Dad. Dad, please. - You're not going to make it, sir.
Have you found anything?
He was mayor of New York for a while. When I was a kid.
Wait, wait.
No. Daddy.
Hey, did you miss me?
Just keep on moving.
You're okay.
The tentative mention of a husband I am supposed to correct...
Get to the raft.
- You're doing great. Come on. - Elena, take my foot.
You have to be strong. I love you, and I am here with you, okay?