Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

all violence.
It's almost over, Peter.
Maybe I shouldn't have brought--
[Rose grunting]
Maybe we could find another baby to take.
[intense suspenseful music playing]
This was your idea.
[intense music playing]
[Chelsea breathing deeply]
Oh, Peter and I aren't...
[seagulls warbling]
[tense music playing]
No, not for the job, but... for us.
Things got tough for Peter, and she didn't stick around.
[door closing]
Exactly. And whoever the target was,
[man] Follow him! Come on! Cut him off!
[Diane] I had Val look into Turn Lake after we spoke.
of State Trooper Francisco Jenkins.
Eyes on Sutherland.
I'm not having this conversation.
Might help Farr and the president to see it in writing.
[opening theme music playing]
He's mine now.
Teach me everything.
[Peter] Shit.
[Rose grunting]
They fucking know.
The old-fashioned way.
It's unrelated, but comparable in its fucked-up-ness.
I'll figure it out.
They're tracking you somehow. This car maybe?
Badger's missing. All hands.
He thought someone interfered with the FBI's investigation.
Romantic or obsessive?
Is it possible she lied to you?
Yeah, the craziest thing just happened.
[Erik] Hmm.
You hounded his widow? Peter!
Everything she told me is a lie.
You wanted something messier for your first time?
Where's Rose?
To steal a baby, not make a baby.
[scanner trilling]
Uh, meet me at the pier.
Cisco, please.
He was my godfather.
That's...
for coming back.
You don't get to spill the milk and then pawn the cleanup off on me.
Thanks, but I don't need a pep talk.
[car engine revving]
Just listen, please.
she showed courage.
Any other intel you need on our boy?
Fine.
I don't know. I guess my feelings for Maddie cloud my memory of that day.