Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We should do one. Rehearsing.

-(roaring, screaming continue) -Oh, shit! What the fuck?

This is crazy, right?

-(people screaming) -(deep growling)

♪ I'm Exuma ♪

(slowing, distorting): Are you good? Over.

My little girl said, you know, I could crash at her place,

Tartar got tang. (chuckles)

I'm here in Agua Dulce, California,

(camera whirring)

Um, my team's almost here.

Couldn't really see 'em, though.

Mm, why not just set them free?

-OJ: Mm. -EMERALD: Yeah.

You can stay right there, though!

Yeah, my pops told me about this show.

(distorted music slows to a stop)

just ring the dinner bell.

JUPE: That's the first exploding fist bump.

-OJ: Mm-hmm. -Yeah, you know.

That motherfucker better pray I don't ever see him,

Oh. Sorry. My...

The point is...

They got gold up in here.

-(electrical whirring) -(grunting)

(deep groaning)

I distinctly remember...

as possibly having played a part. We're obviously...

-Eyes on me. -Where's my camera?

You good. You good.

JUPE (over speakers, faintly): What if I...

-Em! -(line beeping)

(Mary Jo whimpering)

It's gonna fuck you up.

Until then, we wish you well.

Yep, keep an eye out for her.

out there in the universe.

(audience cheering)

(Emerald sighs)

How you doing? You look pretty.

You get what I'm saying? Like...

You know, people been trying

No, no, no, no, no, thank you.

(sharp pop echoes)

-Own the moment. -Stop.

-which is sneaking up on us... -MAN: Come in.

and we are your animal wranglers today

-Doesn't move. -ANGEL: Exactly.

(growling in distance)

all eyes on you...

♪ I turn to her and say... ♪

(horses grunting, panting)

(metal creaking)

OFFICER (on TV): Security cameras were off at the time.

You don't want to go that way.

(static crackles)

-What's that? Like Oprah? -Yeah.

(through voice scrambler): Give us back our property.

(metallic creaking)

And until then, we wish you well.

Su casa es mi casa.

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

She look like she got a big house.

'Cause what we about to do...

(machine whirring)

I'd come over to wrangle a chestnut horse named Trigger.

(breathing deeply)

He's doing the run. OJ's doing the run!

Don't look. Don't look.

So, uh, what was the offer?

Could've been better.

and then break, yeah?

♪ If you see me walking down the street ♪

NESSIE: What happened to OJ?

some fresh horses in golden hour

Not much. Just stocking shit.

There is something strange happening

(object whizzes, thuds)

just a little heads-up.

Boom. Power went out.

-Stop, stop, stop. -Oh, hold on one second. What?

RIDER: Oh, God! Oh, God!

(thunder crashing)

-I'm gonna go out... -(chuckles)

♪ I wear my sunglasses at night ♪

(distorted): ♪ I wear my sunglasses at night ♪

Somehow, you'd think that a man who can send

(thunder crashing)

(Antlers grunts)

(slow thumping)

-♪ I wear my sunglasses ♪ -EMERALD: Go!

(Otis Sr. clicks tongue)

they changed the name, all right?

ANGEL: Em. OJ's coming.

(chuckles): You good, man. You good.

Friday! At 5:00 p.m.!

Okay, up. Up, up.

OTIS SR. (on video): Did you know that

Lucky, come on, come on. Come on!

JUPE: All right. My little satellites:

You don't wear red around a bull.

(people screaming)

I think my sister's gonna be here in a minute.

Yeah... I'm not really sure!

-JUPE: That they are. -AMBER (chuckles): Yeah.

And that means that they've been fucking watching us

(booming, roaring)

Well, I'm saying there's plenty

(loud, rhythmic squeaking)

(heavy thumping continues)

-Pops. Pops. -(slurring): Commodore.

maybe my gift isn't so bad after all.

…it's like he was going home. (Snaps Fingers)