Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(alarm continues wailing)

We're not strangers, Lachlan.

(door slams shut)

(keys jingling)

(jazz music starts playing)

That's the worst part.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

♪ Warm smell of colitas ♪

They were cheating.

(sighs) Oh, brother.

You're polluting your bodies with all that shit.

what room they're in?

She should be able to sleep in her own bed.

At the corner drugstore,

♪ Up ahead in the distance ♪

You must have a lot of run-ins with police.

This old dude used to put on a puppet show right there.

Let's get some light in here.

(faint moaning)

♪ Such a lovely place ♪

I don't understand how he texted you from my phone.

(alarm continues wailing)

So much energy.

Mr. Police Officer.

Some of the old-timers have been here since the dawn of time.

and if that happens, I don't want either of you near me.

♪ But the slip turns to terror and a crush to like ♪

I lived in New York, many years ago.

(humming quietly)

"Boys are trying enough to human patience, goodness knows,

What'd you give him?

There's energy here.

Hey, sorry I'm late.

♪ But they just can't kill the beast ♪

(indistinct radio transmission)

JOHN: I don't know yet. Watch my daughter.

(music, static continue)

(leaves rustle)

(phone buzzing)

There are traces of what appear to be gold paint chips