Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Maybe we ought to look around in the area.
- Come on. - You have no right!
Is this it?
You ready?
Please don't cry. Yeah.
Go ahead.
- Starsk... - Sharman left school after ninth grade.
You called us, Orange. Remember?
Her father died the year before.
Read the inscription.
Yeah?
Starsk, there's nothing to be settled. She belongs in protective custody...
Vern, I say it's time we get out of here and head back for Reno.
Hey, you've had enough. Come on. You don't want any more of this stuff.
Probably the reason Packrat got himself killed.
I would have been rich and famous, but I'd be plastic too.
How do you feel?
- Not the pen. - Yep.
I can't go yet.
You know, the janitor at the police station.
...whether that's a jail cell or a drunk tank.
Mother.
No.
- That's Packrat. - Yep.
She's had a rough go of it, but there's still a killer running around.
I don't know.
What's left of her.
But first I'm gonna clean you up and I'm gonna dry you out.
Texas Kid, this is Detective Hutchinson.
Then we're gonna have to wait for her.
Yeah.