Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[electrical buzzing]

[rousing rock music plays]

[elevator dings]

Try the self-help section.

Nope. Maybe I don't have a type.

They're not gonna push us around.

- Go. - [banging at door]

[Florence] Hmm. That's odd.

Those are our children's sections.

- [Sam pants] - [phone rings]

[tense emotional music plays]

- [kicking] - [grunting]

The rest of them are coming.

[thunder rumbles]

[climactic music]

- I don't want to go with Nathan. - I'm doing this for your own good.

♪ That a woman possibly can ♪

[suspenseful music]

Goddammit, Sam.

Febrairu 3, 2000

[music intensifies]

[breathes heavily]

- She had it last time we saw her. - [laughing]

And get yourself some clean boomsticks.

...idiotic grate.

- [distant screaming] - [glass smashing]

- We have to go. - Go where?

[Anna May] Well, girl?

An accountant. From the clean side of the business.

[Scarlet] Reload!

I wanted to stay with you and your aunts, but I couldn't.

and they fed me to McAlester's endless supply of thugs.

[exhales incredulously]

Come on. [pants]

I wish I had more time to get to know you.

[whispers] Hi, Mom.

Oh, thank God it's just you three.

[quiet music playing in diner]

A Charlotte Brontë.

- [Sam] Need help, Ma? - No, thank you.

- Right, ladies. - [guns cocking]

I don't have a mother.

That's what they teach in school these days?

Then my son was born.

I'm not making the same mistake.

♪ We can fight ♪

Maybe not ever.

No, no. You don't get to talk.

♪ But whatever it is you think you need ♪

I will do anything.

[soft music plays]

["You'll Never Know" by Bobby Darin plays]

- It is. - I know.

[quietly] Well, that's no way to live, dear.

There's not a single person on earth I'd rather kill people with.

[ominous music plays]

[mariachi music intensifies]

[soft music plays]

[metallic clink]

Not unless you want me to send your little princess back in pieces.

[door shuts in far distance]

♪ You must leave now ♪

I'll buy us some time.

[whispers] 60 seconds.

- Do whatever it takes. - Alright, alright, alright.

[breathing heavily] You are a goddamn rock star.

We haven't seen you since you were yea high.

Febrairu 8, 2000

[whispers] Hi, sweetheart.

Yes, I've got it already.

- [Scarlet] I have to help her. - You need my permission?

I hear that's pretty lethal.

Well, that's something we both have in common.

Bring back the money.

[grunting and yelling continues]

We need weapons and a car. We need a safe house!

And I shot him.

[cheerful ringtone plays]

[cheerful ringtone plays]

[tires screeching]

[zippers closing]

Do you know how to drive?

[man screams and whimpers]