Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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