Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- [resonant crash] - [music stops abruptly]

[soft emotional music]

♪ You better grab it fast ♪

We're not leaving.

[breathes heavily]

- I can't bail on her again. - Why? You're good at it.

[grunts, exhales]

You know how I know that?

It's too dangerous.

It will be at least a year...

- It's a text message from Nathan. - What's it say?

[music intensifies]

But I was sent by you.

Tommy Tomahawk.

"D" is for drive. "R" is for reverse.

[mariachi music intensifies]

Febrairu 25, 2000

[exhales sharply]

[church bells continue]

What do you want?

- Are you bleeding? - I'm fine.

- Forgot about this one. - Of course, sugar.

And I'm a man of my word.

- History Channel. - Well...

Well, that's nice.

Anna May was right.

knowing what he did to us.

How long will you be gone?

[music fades out]

I need you to come grab the phone.

- Then I'm coming with you. - You can't. Not this time.

[soft eerie music]

and we'll push the girl cart towards you.

[engine revving]

[engines revving]

[metallic clang]

But... you kill people?

[whispers] Okay.

[doorbell rings]

They kill people out of a compulsive urge.

I'm not sure they'd let me in!

Painted half the house pink.

♪ Yonder stands your orphan with his gun ♪

[dramatic music plays]

We'll figure it out, okay?

Guess there was a plan, after all.

How can you tell?

Oh, these girls are worse than the Stasi.

Can you press the button? We're parked on minus two.

[up-tempo instrumental music]

I called us an Uber.

The guy that she shot in the stomach?

♪ Take it ♪

- So what can we do? - "We"?

♪ Look out The saints are coming through ♪

Febrairu 7, 2000

I had a few hiccups.

[music fades out]

Are you a serial killer?

"And little terror in the grave"

Can I turn on the radio, then?

[Anna May] "There is little joy in life for me"

- Hi, Anna May. - No.

[whispers] It's okay.

[liquid sloshes]

work through his, uh, grief.

- I've had them for years. - Find an open vendor.

[Madeleine] Oh, and an Agatha Christie.

Febrairu 12, 2000

That is serial.

[man] Who the fuck are you?

had an accident.

How's this for business?

Eight and three quarters.

[song continues quietly through headphones]

[suspenseful music]

Because your arms are still paralyzed?

Febrairu 5, 2000

You can still go, Ma. I'll cover you.

Would you join us?

- It's loaded. - Good girl.

It was an unsolicited action by a very troubled individual.

Someone shot him.

Worms will get in there and lay eggs. Then they'll have to cut your arm off.

- [screeching of tires] - Shh.

[dramatic music]

And I won't be able to stop them.

[whispers] Thank you.

For a second there, I thought it was someone dangerous.