Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Of course.
- It's Harold's handwriting. - Open it, Donna.
Fire walk with me
Leland.
- What do you think? - I'm asking you.
Gotta set it just so.
Yes.
No, it won't be any problem at all.
I meant to turn it in.
Oh, Leland.
You won't hurt him, will you, Andy?
It all leads back here.
It's simple, really.
I'm afraid there has been a snag.
Catherine!
which for lack of a better word we shall call magic.
This kind gentleman flagged me down,
- I gotta go. - James, it's not our fault, don't leave.
Thank you.
Now, you'll tell the sheriff, huh?
I was just a boy.
There's only one way to handle this.
She said it was a very enjoyable experience.
And until justice is done,
No one in the real world would believe me.
Hail, hail. The gang's all here.
Oh, yeah. I suppose you wanna ask him some questions, huh?
Forgive me.
Harry, hurry.
A man named Mike.
Even if it was only a dream, I hope he heard me.
How did you know?
Last night I had the strangest dream.
Are we saying we don't like it?
You want me to beg? Because I'll beg.
He made me do things...
Harry.
Hello?
Then you will return my five million dollars.
This is the long, dark night of my soul.