Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They're printing it now.

[Burton] I'm sorry, Flynne.

♪ When you get the vibration ♪

You can tell me the truth, why you've tracked me down,

[electronic whirring accelerates]

I'm not asking you to.

you sound like hell.

[Flynne] This here's the only world that I got.

Well, it's not just him that we need dead.

[electronic whirring]

I just told you I killed some boys for pitying me.

[Wilf exhales] Hello?

That's Reece's truck there, right?

Conner came up sober.

he's not like you.

How you got us all out of the barn.

Lunch is served, Wilf.

What happens when more people come hunting us down?

I also know that maybe asking him to help us

[country music playing]

are Flynne and Burton Fisher.

[laughing] There it is.

[headset whirring]

Why did you want access?

But after that point, the records become rather spotty.

Not a small one, either.

as a good faith payment.

The Research Institute?

A wealthy bon vivant?

- I'm gonna head home. - Wait, wait, wait. Hold up.

but our good fortune isn't likely to last.

So why are you here now?

He's not a fool.

[chuckling] Holy shit.

there's three possible categories at play.

- I gave it to her. - You what?

You said time was a resource we can't afford to waste.

I guess they'll try to give us a warning

[Lev] Good God, Wilf,

We traced the operator.

trying to contact me.

There it most definitely fucking is,

Piloting that body as if it were your own.

Which is apparently rather more tenuous

[insects trilling]