Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Manual strangulation.
Enquiring about the murder  of a client of mine. RIP, Pablo Silva.
Dan, I got the seller, but he's not the killer.
with extra whipped cream  and rainbow sprinkles.
Tell me where the necklace is or I'll shoot your friend in the face.
How long have you had this?
Not only do you not get the money, but now you're going to jail for Pablo's murder.
So, you see,  it appears we cannot help you.
You know, to put on one of the models.
Ow!
Pablo Silva's Desert Mirage.
An independent broker.
Setback aside, I think that we should celebrate.
So do you.
Mr. Morningstar.
who's been secretly plotting against  Lucifer and keeping me away from Trixie.
George! What have I told you?
Is that even safe for a human to deliver?
The metaphors were a bit off.
steal it right back.
-Who? -No idea.
You see, angels, we didn't grow up.
It dropped out of Toby's pocket when  you flipped him and I just grabbed it.
So I flew the coop.
The real me, you know.
I love working for Mr. Al-Fassad...
[Ella] You. Lucifer.
Oh, no. They're already here.
so I'm sure he is just fine.
I come racing down here and...
How to fly.
Yeah. I guess we have been.
So you killed him.
Why didn't you?
[Bashir] Pablo's dead?
Now, where do I put my knives?
Have the team get ready  to take this place down anyhow.
What? Her? No, no. We're not together together.
Refilled my pistachios.
The sexy British guy in the suit?
No.
Drop the gun and let her go.
[Eve] Who are those two?
[yells]
I messed up, man. I'm in some serious debt with these dangerous dudes
it wasn't easy.
She kept mentioning  spending time at his place.
Hey, Toby. It's Pablo.
Really?
I'm not insecure.
Good thing you two are partners, huh?
Right.
Or maybe it is.
If we help you, you'll let us leave with the necklace.
Come on.
Sold for 10 million  to the dapper gentleman in the back.