Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[reporter 4] Tully, how does it feel to almost kill a teenage girl?

She's trying to save my butt, right, Theo?

But I will do anything to make it right.

-When? -When I have to.

And with time ticking down, inmate 573 is running out of options.

I am gonna handcuff myself to Stan's desk in protest.

That's what these focus groups are supposed to do, right?

[somber music playing]

The fucking man!

It's the price of being your friend.

You know, I'll cancel it. This is way more important.

[chair screeches]

What Eugene did to us was way worse.

Hope you're happy.

and I thought, perhaps, you might know something about it.

Well, my calendar did just open up.

I can't forgive you.

You don't fire your anchor over something like this.

-What the hell was that? -I know. He's such a dick.

[somber music playing]

-♪ Oh we… ♪ -[doorbell rings]

I'm… I'm so fine with it.

-[Kate] Hmm. -Sounds very American. I like it.

I'll just treat it like a story.

Our ratings have dipped 15%, and we need to know why.

[all continue chuckling]

Okay. So, I have an explanation for everything.

I'm Tully Hart, bringing you the heart of the story.

I know Jean Enersen.

and that turned out pretty great.

[Tully exhales]

God, I admire the hell out of you right now, Tul.

That doesn't concern me?

Can't imagine coming to work and not seeing you, Mularkey.

I'm not leaving until you talk to me.

[inhales] I've got an idea.

Your hair is flawless.

-Which is when? [chuckles] -I'll let you know when it happens.

The surgery on her shoulder went well. She should make a full recovery.

Stan it was me. Only me. Tully had nothing to do with it.

I was by the gym earlier, and the door for the pool was open.

I mean, all the shitty feedback from those stupid focus group assholes,

I've lost the thread.

-[Tully] I get it, babe. -[object clatters on table]

I am not me without you.

There's nothing to explain. She doesn't want to see you.

[Stan] Are you naked under that blanket?