Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And I saw her by the banyan tree.
You, uh-? You looking for this?
...and you found cuts that could be attributed to teeth marks.
- Hello. - Katie?
And it was Grandma that came and got me and brought me here.
...but I'm telling you...
Not dark blue? Black?
Do you think any one of those people rolled out of bed...
And forgive us our trespasses.
Blair Sullivan, huh?
Bobby Earl.
All I had to do to take his crime was tell you where the knife was...
Agh!
And did you drive her to that location...
Hmm.
You watch carefully.
Are you married?
...like picking ripe cherries on a summer morning...
Well, there wasn't any.
I would like- I would like to propose a toast.
- Collins and 50th. - The Eden Roc.
She's just a little girl.
They were people who suffered far more cruel and unusual punishment...
Is that what you teach your law students up there? "The truth will prevail"?
He paid dearly with everything else that happened to him.
Don't lecture me about confessions, not after the way you got Bobby Earl's.
- How are you? - I'm very happy for you.
...heading towards the girl's house. Nothing for her to get excited about.
Buried three husbands.
Wonderful, wonderful.
A body every 100 miles.
Magna from Cambridge. Columbia Law.
Buzz when you want out.
How was your life different after that, if the case was thrown out?
- Does Tanny Brown live here? - He's at a soccer practice with my brother.
Really?
May I see your left ankle?
- You see where you are? - Yes.
Yeah, we got that from the teeth and gums.
Give us this day our daily bread.
"Cast thy bread upon the waters, for thou shalt find it after many days. "
This is a case that hangs together by the thinnest of threads.
...technically it's better to be discovered by an officer of the law.
See, I pushed the buttons to make you do the dance...
...approximately two and a half miles southeast of her home.
...hard to tell how many times she'd been stabbed.
Midnight blue.
- I understand. - No, you don't!
And I am sorry for your grief.
Shut up!
...author of Process and Law, and six books since.
Thank you, professor.
Come on, Wilcox, pick up the damn phone.
They took away my scholarship.
Parts of her chest and abdomen were so badly damaged...
You wanna make your point?
Watch your back in here.
Let's start.
It's a trade-off, pure and simple.
Give this to my sister. My man.
What do we gotta do to get rid of you, Mr. Armstrong?
A teacher ID'd the car as looking somewhat like mine.
All cut up and thrown in the swamps. And he says:
...driving a car heading south, driving off the turnpike into Ochopee.
We?
The guy started out with his landlady in New Orleans...
Ah, hmm.
He couldn't stand to see me free, living the good life, so I killed the fucker.
Stayed right frosty to the end.
No!
Thank you.
What about messages? Did she leave anything for me?
Bitch, that don't make up for what you did to me, does it?