Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

OLD WOMAN: The story of Bunny Folger

One of those podcast girls was sniffing around about you.

I shit myself on a moped while crashing through a plate-glass window,

[dumpster clanging] [Ursula grunting]

♪ That is very sad ♪

OLD WOMAN: Are you talking about my painting?

of a very pricey piece of erotica.

[dramatically] This sends the investigation into a whole new direction.

CHARLES-HADEN SAVAGE: Are you hearing that, too?

Bought 10 cases of Gut Milk.

And I want you to destroy it.

Maybe she saw it being stolen.

What happened, you couldn't find a box?

- Are you sure that's your father?

Howard's my friend.

Let me take it out for you.

- You are all persons of interest now.

♪ You should see me in a crown ♪

but why would she have a replica made?

Just as Archibald held secrets

And, granted, Papa did have a sizable set of luggage.

Or a tiny little bit

- It's my father.

- Baby. Baby, baby.

- I'm so sorry. I'm...

- You have my painting.

CHARLES' FATHER: Wait here. Read your book.

that will ultimately destroy her.

♪ Yellow... ♪

but Uma didn't think it was appropriate.

It's a multipurpose space.

- No. The Rose Cooper does not belong to my daughter.

and thanks for making it all about you when it was a memorial for Bunny.

That's his watch I still have.

What once was a place of joy is now haunted.

[clears throat]

OLIVER: Mm. Wonderful things

I mean, did he even wanna be an actor? Did he really wanna live in this building?

[traffic noise] [street chatter]

ahem, actually, uh,

C'mere, c'mere, c'mere, come on, come on!

- Oh. - So inspiring.

♪ vocalizing ♪

- Oh, goodie. The murderers are here.