Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm patching you through now, Dr Hayward.

I'm going to talk to them,

I know howto pick them, too.

Patch him through.

That's the videotape we just saw, the one we found in Laura's bedroom.

Who's the glad-handing dandy?

Donna, she said something about a guy getting killed.

Then she ran off. I let her go and she died.

Is everything OK?

Ladies and gentlemen, FBI Special Agent Dale Cooper.

The Norwegians are leaving!

They know this because she was wearing it in a video of a picnic they found.

I'm going to practice. I can drop you on the way.

I can tell from the sounds that it isn't her.

I left it at the Roadhouse.

Leland, please. What is it? Tell me.

Packard Sawmill?

That's what I need: a clean place, reasonably priced.

and Ronnette Pulaski would have been the third victim of the same killer.

I'll take you home.

And last week. Maybe even the week before.

That's what you do in a town

Is there any connection to the dead girl?

Just now your co-worker and a friend, Mr Janek Pulaski,

These motels promise you a good rate,

- Terry Franklin? - Here.

Those stairs...right there.

This is serious, too.

54 degrees on a slightly overcast day. Weatherman said rain.

I have no idea what's going on here.

When was the last time she came in?

Sherrif, what kind of fantastic tricks do you have up your sleeve?

We also have another problem facing us, young lady.

Bobby's in a lot of trouble. He's my best friend.

Honey, take it easy, please.

Sheriff, you and I have got to find out who's got the other half of that heart.

and a key to a safety deposit box.

Like that, Mr Monkey Wrench?

I'd like to question her.

one of Laura's schoolmates, is missing since last night.

Yeah. Harriet, don't forget to brush your teeth.

Let's see what he left us.

It wasn't even news...until today.

- Something's up. - Where?

Get your hands off me. Leave me alone!

- Donna, she was a different person. - What are you saying?

- Of course Donna snuck out. - Meaning what?

We'll check on you later.

I looked into her eyes. They were clear.

When you least expect it.

Donna, you get to the Sheriff's right now.

- All right. We'll bury it. - OK.

- Leland... - Is this about Laura?

- Morning, Pete. Harry. - She's dead.

As a matter of fact, he's been late every day this week, Mrs Palmer.

The lonesome foghorn blows.

I would suggest a temporary curfew for those under eighteen years of age.

- Better that than throw a lifetime away. - You stay out of this!

- Martha Grimes? - Here.