Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's time to go back now.

-Frank had a heart attack, right? -Just answer the question, sir.

I know I said scare the ghost to death, but this?

...with a chain?

Now, hang in there.

And there's nothing you can do about it.

Just like me, okay? You gotta relax.

Hey. Hey, you're sick. You're sick, you're sick, all right?

-Uhn. -Ba-boom. Ba-boom.

-Any luck at the county clerk's office? -I'm not sure I'd call it luck.

I'll man the flashlight.

Frank was a bully, the other two:

What's the matter, Dean?

-Al, you gotta calm down. -Get back!

No, Frank was working a swing shift when she disappeared.

[CAR APPROACHING]

Three victims, all with those red scratches.

-Maybe scared of something? -Oh, hell, yeah.

Luther was road-hauled. His body was ripped to pieces.

-This is a terrible plan. -Yeah, tell me about it.

Look, we'll just have to figure something else out.

You're going back.

...over and over again, and I sing along. I'm annoying, I know that.

-So you're saying I'm a dick? -No, no, it's not just that.

It could go off.

Is there a plan B?

I don't know what's wrong, Bobby. Last time he came right at us.

No, I don't think so. Like I said, he got better.