Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

be no one to cry at my funeral.
(SOFT, MELLOW MUSIC)
I'm not sure I needed to see Clyde Lidgard's penis.
Yeah.
You Picketts are a protective bunch.
He determined Clyde killed the other two
VERN: Oh, Jesus, Joe.
Hey, Sheridan?
We both get to name them.
Game warden business.
Well, that's...
I keep flashing back to the shooting.
Gonna drop in on 'em.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
Just doing my job.
It's not here.
(SQUEAKING)
(MUSIC SLOWLY RISES)
Of course, let's take time
Vern.
(GUNSHOT)
Hmm.
(MARYBETH CHUCKLES, SIGHS)
Seen Lucy?
(CARNIVAL MUSIC CONTINUES)
I have my doubts.
(CAMERA LENS CLICKS)
(MELANCHOLY BALLAD PLAYING)
Luce?
Probably not.
He was worried about me.
by Twelve Sleep Sheriff Department.
Or too scared.
Oh.
anything you send us will get lost.
(GUNSHOT BLASTS)
(BREATHING HARD)
I forgot to hire a pet sitter before I moved in here.
Oh. Oh, hey, Dad.
And Barnum promised
The man you said would be so easy to control.
It's not your money.
I'm just doing my job, ma'am.
You mean if he killed those men.
decided to rob 'em... they all shot each other.
I think you two are in school together.
Good.
No, he's headed down to help set up for Deer Days.
Uh, I-I'm gonna be right there. Okay.
Come on, you know better.
They didn't find a thing, so stop worryin' and back off.
I like this.
In one move...
God, maybe he did do it.
around people today.
What in God's name happened up here?
Y'all don't run off.
Nate.
To have all this.
Good?
We're safe.
Joe, there must be 10,000 photos in here.