Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Burton, get up here right now.

Her duties there gave her access to your stub.

You check on Mama on your way up?

Killed off in some sort of fungus.

[soft piano music playing]

I'm gonna lose my social security.

But the sober part is nonnegotiable.

Burying and burning have both come up for discussion.

I need you to get her inside it now.

Un hombre de gran pasión, ¿no?

[door chiming softly]

That seem a bit odd, don't it?

something pretty different in the future, huh?

In the real world, there ain't gonna be no fucking tractor.

Seems like it shouldn't be too hard to help a good woman

- Mama... - It sounds silly.

- [metallic ringing]

If she wakes, don't tell her where I've got to.

Gift for words, hasn't he?

Give you my word on it, too.

You know Conner.

There's a pile of dead bodies back there.

Or to be more precise, a team of someones.

But I'm going, Burton.

Like you're playing a sim?

Your friend, Mr. Netherton.

She ain't say nothin' about you

Wake up startled-like?

[dishes clinking]

You can shut it down.

and highly regimented society,

Think on it, Ms. Fisher. But with alacrity.

You just need to help. Sober up.

We have a situation that would appear to require

[Reece] Counted. Still two missing.

All he had to do was twitch a finger.

- [mercenaries shouting] - [grunting]

of access to this young woman's world.

We'll be providing some assistance

♪ Hell, I never mind ♪♪

So a klept, then.

into your account now,

a bag of money to someone,

[Burton] We got an ongoing situation.

Used to be a fruit called the banana.

Well, put it like that? I...

We're prepared to transfer 25%

...if I'm lucky.

I mean, how the fuck is all this happening right now?

terrible pain in the coming hours.