Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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