Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(people screaming faintly)

-(soft whooshing) -(Emerald grunting)

(Mary Jo screams)

Uh, let's do a rehearsal.

Camera B is down.

Where's the o-- the other guy?

It ate them, Em.

come up here with a non-electrical camera?

ANGEL: Oh, fuck!

Well, I got some work I got to do.

This shit right here is a moment-- our moment.

Don't look. Don't look. Don't look.

So, who's that?

-(Lucky neighs) -(gasps)

(louder): I said we are animal wranglers

-(phone vibrating) -That man was a Bahamian jockey

The feed started going in and out when...

(motor powering down)

♪ Walk on by... ♪

Join us Fridays at 5:30 p.m. for the brand-spanking-new

-Come on, come on. -(Emerald whimpering)

-Sorry, that was... -(busy chatter)

Hey, where you going?

(woman screaming in distance)

(whispering): Got to get out this house.

♪ I said, "Mr. Purple People Eater ♪

Appreciate you.

(Emerald sighs)

YOU'LL KNOW SOON ENOUGH.

(clears throat) ...we were shooting an episode

They're ready, we're ready.

Just calling to tell you that there is a bug on camera A.

(booming, rumbling)

You don't turn your back on a bear.

(wind whistling softly)

Guys, this is OJ, our horse trainer.

The point is a website like Cyber Dominion

who can send a rocket into space would be able

-♪ Big hat on my head ♪ -♪ Obeah ♪

(Jupe's voice echoes faintly)

-(rider screaming) -OJ: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

Where you want it?

I know. Wait, I thought I told you not to watch our shit.

I got to go to the store and get something.

(cell phone buttons beeping)

There's something out here in Agua Dulce,

And so are you.

EMERALD: We still rolling? Over.

whoa, whoa, whoa.

Yeah, fucking left me.

JUPE: Um, so...

-in the eyes, please. -FYNN: VFX!

Who's this asshole?

new family live show!

Gordy's Home. Yeah, yeah.

Now, I could barely see my hand in front of my face

all that UFO footage a couple years ago?

uh, to a pathway of-of, uh, buying some of them back.

-Reality. -Oh, no. Reality.

Bro, I ain't never seen no shit like this.

It's alive, Em. It's an animal.

ANTLERS: There's a wheelchair on your roof.

-Fuck you. -No, fuck you.

(bell ringing steadily)

-(gasps) Oh, beautiful, Hayley. -(Gordy panting excitedly)

(horse shrieking in distance)

-EMERALD: Mm. -No?

(static crackles)

Wh-Where the fuck are you going? (chuckles)

(whimpers, shudders)

Nah, he's poking.

The camera, it's still on.

-I'm-a go ahead and pop out. -Where you going?

♪ And I start to cry each time we meet... ♪

How you doing? This is my sister Em.

-(wild shrieking in distance) -Huh?

We did have a considerable amount

EMERALD: Guys, OJ's hooded up.

He got caught up trying to tame a predator.

Now, I know you guys know Eadweard Muybridge,

it's time to ride off into the sunset.

(Lucky nickering)

ANGEL: And so, the router's in the shed.

RIDER: What's the matter? Don't you want to be on TV?

MAN: Okay, let's get in there and set up.

Why you saying "yeah" like that?

same deal, yeah? Eleven-five?

(record crackling softly)

OJ: What's a bad miracle?

It's an animal.

(gasping softly)

-(music continues) -(pig squealing nearby)

(distant rumbling)

♪ Don't eat me" ♪

-Yeah, my bad. -Gold, I tell you.

Go on, take a picture at the well.

Yeah, good, if we're selling a horse's ass.

rigging 50 fucking sky dancers to dead people's car batteries