Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That means he's scared.
June, relax. I'll have a little chat with the boys.
And this, this is just the beginning.
But what if it doesn't go your way?
We have a moral obligation. We made a promise.
-We're just looking for somebody. -You've looked in the wrong place.
-Deep doo-doo. -I get your point. I'll tell him.
It wouldn't make much difference to a person like you...
He's got a 50 percent chance of being right.
Keep the windows up, your head down, the doors locked.
What are y'all looking at? Show's over!
Mr. Wrye?
How can I relax? This is our first big case.
The things you did. The things you didn't do.
He wants you to step into the room.
We're having a stimulating discussion. Where you going?
You're looking great, kid. No, really. You are really looking great.
That's Mr. Wrye. He's waiting for Mr. Taylor.
I know he's old, but there's something kind of, I don't know...
Well, how may we be of help?
My team's sitting in the other bleachers.
Shut up. Your time is up.
-Why? -Because it's the truth.
Because that poor, sweet old man is dying.
...and send it home to your mother.
-S0? -So what?
I'm dying now, don't know if you heard about that.
Whatever body you want.
...arsonists, robbers, rapists, colourful people like that.
Truth is, he may not want me to find him at all.
You must be wearing a lead dress. I can't see a thing.
-What are you doing now? -Looking up the word "nefarious."
I'm not sure I understand the question.
What do you say you set me up with seven, maybe eight tequilas?
...and I'd like you to find my son if you can.
...maybe you could smooth it over so I could see him again.
I had this dream last night.
You try to remember birthdays, can't remember many.
-This is our slow time. -Mornings?