Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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