Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Brady, we'll talk about it tomorrow, okay?

We'll find your mother.

You have reached the after-hours number of the Eureka Social...

Now if you'll excuse me,

-Okay, yep. I got it. -Thanks.

Oh, they don't get along?

Hey. I dropped the pies off to Preacher.

Yeah, my mom had cancer.

I-- I think she's just trying to help the baby and do what's right, so may--

-Why not? -Because she's not a puppy.

-Is that a baby? -Yeah.

Oh. You gonna wake her up?

from a fight the other night.

I think this is her home, and you should mind your own business.

Well, we don't know the mother's story.

Yeah. Systems are in place for a reason.

Well, you look like hell.

-Let's go try some milk, okay? -[door closes]

And we don't know where the mother is. She could be in...

-I'm sure Chloe will love them. -Chloe?

I don't think it's for me.

What, take over my practice?

Well, she practically raised me, so she's used to bossing me around.

She could stop again.

I don't have regrets. I make choices, and then I live with the consequences.

You know, Social Services isn't the enemy here.

-Hey. -Thought you forgot about us.

-Yeah. -...to meet your right hand.

It's not the same as when I signed up.

♪ Can't go on ♪

Well, Jack gave me the impression that those camps aren't very clean.

Had good foster parents that turned into real parents.

Come here, honey. I know.

Oh, bless her heart.

Oh, there might... might be a guy with a broken nose

Doc's gonna look into that.

-Says who? -The State of California.

I'm over with Dad by the train.

I put in my notice, okay?

At least he didn't threaten to shoot you.