Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's almost over, Peter.

[opening theme music playing]

This was your idea.

Exactly. And whoever the target was,

Badger's missing. All hands.

No, not for the job, but... for us.

I'm not having this conversation.

Everything she told me is a lie.

You wanted something messier for your first time?

for coming back.

[scanner trilling]

Is it possible she lied to you?

Thanks, but I don't need a pep talk.

she showed courage.

Yeah, the craziest thing just happened.

You don't get to spill the milk and then pawn the cleanup off on me.

He was my godfather.

[car engine revving]

Romantic or obsessive?

The old-fashioned way.

Eyes on Sutherland.

I don't know. I guess my feelings for Maddie cloud my memory of that day.

[Rose grunting]

of State Trooper Francisco Jenkins.

Things got tough for Peter, and she didn't stick around.

[Chelsea breathing deeply]

To steal a baby, not make a baby.

Maybe we could find another baby to take.

They fucking know.

I'll figure it out.

[intense suspenseful music playing]

They're tracking you somehow. This car maybe?

[Rose grunting]

Might help Farr and the president to see it in writing.

[Diane] I had Val look into Turn Lake after we spoke.

He thought someone interfered with the FBI's investigation.

[man] Follow him! Come on! Cut him off!

Teach me everything.

Just listen, please.

Oh, Peter and I aren't...

[seagulls warbling]

[intense music playing]

Any other intel you need on our boy?

It's unrelated, but comparable in its fucked-up-ness.

Uh, meet me at the pier.

Maybe I shouldn't have brought--

You hounded his widow? Peter!

[tense music playing]