Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He was last seen downtown at the skate park.

I am reckless in pursuit of brownie points.

It was tradition.

Mr. Tracey, tell me about this Max Rager skydiving group.

I just started seeing these “RIP Holly” messages on my feed.

Did he pour the shots?

in the past six months.

What, so all zombies are killers now?

Is that the preferred nomenclature?

Don't jump out of planes. Like nature intended.

Well, until just now.

You know, we'd always do a shot before a jump.

part of me wished I could be her.

Your hair's dark.

Funny, I saw everything but a herpes ad around here.

Carson McComb. I'm essentially in advertising.

Eliza Marquette, Brand Marketing,

There were nights before exams when I got maybe two hours sleep.

you find your own mother dead in her kitchen with an ax in her head.

What a waste of money and talent.

They're pre-signed by a... Dr. Dean McComb?

Can we go over? How are you two?

- (CHUCKLES) - So that's something to look forward to.

and he's our murderer?

On occasion, I snowboard in the Olympics and the X Games,

Let's just keep this between us.

They're gonna fax the name on the prescription and then we have our killer.

That's all I'm saying.

Lollipops. Popsicles.

Two hours. Two hours going back and forth on extraction.

Lowell was weird at Carson's party the night before.

What does that have to do with Holly?

Hey, what's up?

I'm gonna say this once.

Uh, I think you've got company.

You can see my skunk stripe coming through.

She started freaking out, saying that Max Rager

(SIGHS) Do you know Jerome?

See, Eliza lived in fear of Holly snapping her fingers and getting Carson back.

Um, out of the question.