Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

When bad things happen to good people,
Fernando (whispering): It's okay. It's okay.
(light piano music playing)
represent the crime scene as you found it?
maybe if, if,
Haley: At what time?
That's rage.
They don't have a murder weapon,
Elena was able to keep part of herself from you.
Why are you sitting here?
and they don't like to punish the wealthy.
He turned her skull into mush.
(clock ticking softly)
Quite madly.
-(beeps) -Security guard: Turn, please.
We're gonna do a TV interview.
I tried calling his mother.
(birds chirping)
Because I don't really have clarity on that.
You're doing this for your grandson.
I just...
Maybe Miguel's father,
A hammer which was never found.
A lot of hatred.
Just turn it off. Thank you.
Me and Elena Alves at school.
What did I say?
and there's no real evidence to show his guilt. So...
it was left the night before.
that they're gonna have some evidence behind it.
(sobbing): is... is little Katie.
That was an apartment for her art,
somehow she sneaked out of the house
His was.
A little pre-trial nerves, that's all.
We need to account for why you fled.
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You tell them that marriages
The same question keeps coming up in all our focus trials.
That's why the investigation was so limited.
(clothes rustling)
to monitor the comings and goings.
(indistinct chatter)
Yes. His sleeping son.
Just like you.
Did you mean what you said?
(frustrated sigh)
I'm a bit lonely.
And we'll survive the rest. We will.
(laughs softly)
A crime of passion.
I lost someone I love.
Uh, you know, we could even get a dog.
An innocent person got slaughtered.
Grace: You still there?
just sitting here in the quiet.
I knew.
(chatter continues)
There were not.
Are you actually accusing our son?
Stamper: So you called the police?
Yes, he fled.
this one,
(breathing shakily)
and never come back.
Why?
My client's sperm, saliva, and skin fragments.
that marriages can go on,
Well, you're doing a great job of it.
The defendant's wife.
Our only pursuit here was the truth.
I know where they go shopping. Where they go to eat.
-Henry: Dad. -Jonathan: Yeah.
Who is this in the picture? Do you know?
(sobbing) You let him see.