Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, we've got 300 bucks and enough nickel bags to last us a couple weeks.
The Western, I think they call it.
Just come on.
He grabbed her purse. This fell out.
Sharman. Sharman.
- Let's get her downtown. - We can't take her in, not like this.
- Well, it's my time. - It's my time too.
The woman down the hall has the same marks on her door.
She must have been able to ID him, so he came back.
Oh, I almost forgot. I want you to meet Dave.
There must have been 30 kids in the class.
You should have seen her, Hutch.
Bet you got the money from him.
Wait here.
Make sure she's here before we tell anyone.
Yeah, Ma, I told you, she's okay. She's with her parents for now.
- Get you something? - Yeah.
It's the least you could do.
He's long gone.
Sharman Crane. Have you seen her?
Did you look at this lock?
He knows something's wrong.
Not tonight.
That guy that just ran out in such a hurry, who was he?
West Side Psycho struck again this morning, about dawn.
I don't care what she used to be. Now she's a witness who is a drunk.
...and I guess he shot some up...
- Come on. - What are you talking...?
Open up. Police!
You liar!
If I find out who...
A year ago, she remarries.
- Did you see my mother? - Yeah.
Yeah.
My dog, Sandy, he's so playful.
Right down to the scratch marks on the strike plate.
Oh, I need a drink.
No, you're not gonna get a hamburger or french fries or anything else!
I know your real name, not the one you checked into this dump with.
Six months later, her second husband commits suicide.
Huggy said you'd talk to the judge for me.