Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I couldn't bring myself to do the post-mortem, so I called Joe Fielding in from Fairvale.
Why don't I tell her what we want to do?
Why?
Thanks, Donna.
I'd love a cup, thanks.
As far as I knew, he didn't have any of it yet.
Mrs. Packard, I'll come straight to the point.
Well, I'm pretty sure my beer was drugged.
How did she seem to you on Thursday afternoon?
Oh, Laura, my baby.
You miss her?
And who has the other half of this heart?
What are you sitting around for?
Not necessarily the physical events themselves, but rather the thoughts and feelings surrounding them.
Mom's still out of town.
Candidly, a sign of strength.
I am a tolerant man, but my patience has its limits.
We can talk after dinner.
But Donna Hayward is here.
That's just great.
I'll look for him in the conference room.
Now, Shelly.
Hey, I've been thinking about last night at the roadhouse, and something's not right.
What's the next step?
Fellas, don't drink that coffee.
Yes, Albert.
Mom, it's so strange.
No.
Yes, sir.
A miner, actually.
Silence can be taken many ways.
Federal Bureau of Investigation.