Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Conor.
- Are we sinking? - How do we get out?
Let me take him. I was a swimmer in high school. I tell you, I got him.
Thinking.
Don't touch anything, sweetie.
...to do that thing you think we want to do if we wanted?
There's an access hatch right there that puts us into the bow-thruster room.
Stay right there, mother fucker! I’ll be right there!
So we got to go back down one level and we find another way up.
No.
Now, Elena, listen.
Help me up.
Oh, my God.
Three, two, one, push.
Come on. Come on, come on.
The door seals, will they keep the fire out?
Hey. Easy there, fireball.
No. I haven't been in a long time, Dad.
There you go. There you go.
Chris, what are you doing? Come back.
Conor.
Stay calm.
Be with me. Be with me.
Here, finish this.
The instant this ship was struck...
No, Robert, I don't got another way, but I am getting across.
No. I am over your patronizing tone, okay? I am really over it.
Hey, man. Hey, you got it. Knock yourself out.
Chris, we need to shut them off.
There's sick and injured people here. You need to stay with them.
...I could lose my job for this, you know? It's not that I am not grateful, Valentin.
...you're doing pretty good. So far.
Not really.
Decided, sir?
- What? No. - Dylan, you can't.
Jenny. Jen, listen.
Oh, God. Oh, honey.
Do you see him? Where is he?
Christian, do you think it's possible for you to stop calling me "sir"?
- Not today. - All right.
When?
Come on. Come on, look for an opening.
- You want to hit me? - Actually...
- I got him. Come on. - Lift.
- It's okay. - Come on.
It wasn't.
But I think that I could make it. I think I could do it on one breath.
Technically, you're under my roof still...
- Dylan, listen to me. - We need to make a decision.
Come on.