Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Let's start over here. The scene of the crime.

I'm the definition of at risk.

We had that joke that our sex was too good for ordinary.

Tomorrow? I have no idea. I haven't talked to them.

You'll never get a better sleep.

I love you no matter what.

But on his infidelity, and all those shocking rumors.

I'd like to report some strange activity...

Really? You're Nick dunne?

I just wish he'd asked.

I am going to fix you up my world-famous chicken Frito pie

- Who is that? - Some fucking tragedy groupie.

Nah, I'll protect you.

Maybe it's type o.

I told you, you came to the right guy.

We didn't have a lot of choice.

I do not, in my heart, believe Nick dunne would have killed for me.

He met our trust with lie after lie.

Andie's statement went right to her parents.

You want me to call for backup?

Finally, someone tells me how to pronounce that word.

I don't know why I have to be here.

Not long. Six months for the trial. Sentencing will be quick.

- Where things got... - scary.

Let's head on over...

But I got away, and ran to the kitchen.

But God forbid I buy a video game without getting your permission.

You want Nick and Amy to be likeable.

That's pretty great. I mean, that is pretty great.

Yeah. I remember her.

I'd like to report some strange activity...

This is why I have a $100,000 retainer. I win the unwinnable cases.

I need you to go somewhere and really think about our marriage.

You did a real good job.

Decent clothes.

Where's your wife, Nick?

- And you're gonna walk out the door now? - Yeah!

- Where are her folks? New York? - Yeah.

Hey, be careful today, okay?

Andie was really good TV.

Oh, I'm sorry. How is she?

All I want is to come over here, have a beer with you...

I've been sitting 20 feet away from you.

- No, it's... - More pressure.

- Good. - So, let's talk while we wait.

Will go to prison for my murder.

- Hi, rand. - Hey, man.

That's how the night started.

Your father wandered out of comfort hill after lunch.

Like finding an envelope marked clue.

I'm just having a bad day.

She is a crusader. If she takes you on as a cause...

And the clock is ticking.

You just press...

Let us come in and say goodbye.

I'm detective Rhonda boney. This is officer James gilpin.

Ironic hipster, so self-aware, he makes everything a joke.

Can I bum a cigarette?

One, two, three, four, five.

Just hold on a second. Let me finish.

She stage-managed me.

We'll figure something out.

I didn't come forward with my affair...

Cat's room on the end.

- Clue three? - Woodshed.

I got your address from this letter that you wrote my wife.

- lie to me? - I wanted kids!

They both seem very, very close.

What's up, Rhonda?

I know. What men are supposed to do in general.

Ligature marks on her wrist, and my semen.

You need a diary.

Follow that instinct.

I almost drank myself to death when my wife left me.

If anybody finds out, you're totally fucked.

Thank you very much.

And I don't want you to worry for one moment.

It's an appeals process, so we will attempt to appeal to them.

And when they find my body, they'll know...

People still hate you. Women want to scratch your eyes out.

Have you told me everything?

Why Tracie doesn't come to the office

- People are gonna hate me. - And then, they will forgive you.

Five doors down. 1032.

So far, it's just costing money.

I drank canned beer watching Adam sandler movies.

I thought that would be creepy.

I prefer men who are funny, not funny.

God bless Jane Austen.

And I'd be tied, still, spread-eagle...

I knew you never should have moved back here.

A woman with all those degrees, what does she do?

- Amy would have seen the credit card bill. - Put it on Andie's credit card.

I left at 9:30, I got a cup of coffee, a newspaper.

He got cheated on, too.

I lived in the moment.

She's on fairly heavy painkillers.

I want a paternity test.

And talk to your wife?

Picture me. I'm a girl who's very, very bad.

You married a complete psychopath.

Make them stop seeing her as America's sweetheart...

She really is amazing Amy.

And she is kneeling down, and...

We click. She's perfect.

Sleeping in your car, fearing for your life.

Year one, the traditional gift was paper.

After that, you invent.

I wanna go home.

But I might be willing to bend the rules this once.

That's all for now. Thank you.

And ply her with lemonade.

People wanna hear from you.

Paid the ultimate price.

if there is ever anything you have a taste for and you can't find it...

My wife is skilled in the art of vengeance rate.

B, I'm a moderately influential warlord.

Maybe I'll teach you a thing or two.

Did you kill your wife, Nick?

The bed is savoir.

What a beautiful home.

This is a letter from the clinic...

I don't need any more gifts from you.

Or else you swing into your momma's-boy charm offensive and that can feel glib.

She's not entirely sure.

Sharon's specials, they get 10 million viewers.

Are you asking me if I killed my wife, go?

And told people that I murdered my wife.

The nagging shrew. The controlling bitch.

- Are you okay? - Yes. Are you?

You killed someone, Amy. You're a murderer.

Now I'm at the station...

No, we're from winnipeg. Excuse us.

Would you delete that picture for me?

The simplest answer is often the correct one?

Not the entire time, but on and off throughout.

Unless I contact them.

And you are going to tell her about Andie.

We're having a vigil tonight for your missing wife...

Fifteen minutes, tops.

That's very kind and very unnecessary.

What did you say?

Why did you all move back here?

And raffling season tickets for mizzou football.

No blood and no body suggests kidnapping.

Spoiled rich girl, married a cheating asshole.

Did you notice that it was packed...

I'm setting you up at my lake house.

He acted like noelle was a complete stranger.

Okay. I'm sorry.

I don't wanna be here. I wanna go home.

I would have, too.

Is that what you're asking me? If I murdered my wife?

Rich, thank you so much.

Marriage is hard work.

You seem pretty laid-back. Type b.

And by the time you got home...

Now, that is a huge realignment. We'll need other voices besides yours.

Amy and I believe in the lost art of letter-writing.

I want a blood test.

Without a lawyer.

When we first moved here, I went to a fertility clinic!

Miss moneybags. I thought you said you were broke.

So, she said you got physical with her.