Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

in such an unspeakable way?

at the warehouse.

I don't see anyone.

(tense, ominous music playing)

for what you did to my sweet Karen.

Is it from him?

Everyone just... left.

Uh, Sheriff Beasley hasn't put it back on.

-Like we agreed. That's our plan. -Tabby: Mm.

didn't really know you very well, Karen,

Maybe... it's over.

I didn't ask them to come.

Are you sure? Like, 100% positive it's not there?

-Imogen, you don't look so good. -I feel sick.

You'll get it. I promise.

No, I just want them punished

-I found it before they could. -(sighs) Thank god.

I wish we could've found a way to... coexist.

to, like, push her over the edge or something,

...super popular pulp novels published in Italy,

That it's all our daughters?

Karen... came over the night that my mom died.

If losing a daughter is anything like losing a mom.

The flyer my mom got the night she died...

Deep breaths. You need to relax. We all do.

But not Angela.

-Her bones-- -Imogen, what the hell happened?

People thought she'd run away.

Anyway, there's a shrine to Angela now

and I only told them what everyone knows to be the truth.

♪ I've got a dirty little secret ♪

to the fullest extent of the law.

Not to speak ill... of the dead, Sheriff,

Hold up, you took the rap for your mother?

just like the text from A said.

If we do what A asks, maybe it'll all be okay.

("Mind" by Maison Ware playing)

had given my mom this flyer,

He, he pushed her.

The Sheriff? No.