Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Good evening, sir. - You called?

I need you to run a BOLO on a gray Ford Bronco for me.

I'd lay you down on my bed,

- I get how it looks, but I-- - But what?

We've redirected every available agent to solve this.

Common men and women.

You'll be okay.

It's my father.

Did Deputy Director Hawkins have my aunt and uncle murdered?

Peter, I swear on everything I hold holy,

[indistinct chatter]

But mainly to me.

He trusts me, ergo...

Poor thing's terrified.

[scanner beeping]

so I'm gonna need a beast of a computer.

[Diane] Take whatever time she needs.

Some bar. I'll text you the deets.

Damn it. Peter?

This is way above my level.

The phone rarely rings.

[tires screeching]

I felt so ashamed afterward, I threw the whole thing up.

Without your deputy knowing?

Say it back to me. Where are we going if we get split up?

[knocking on door]

so if I don't check in soon, that'll raise a red flag.

Thanks. And, uh, maybe a double side of fries.

But do you have a minute?

Rose ditched me while I was washing up at a gas station.

Well, we're an hour past my deadline with Farr,

and leaked from a server in your party's headquarters.

[Diane] Right now, though, I'm worried about you.

I mean, Jesus Christ,

not till we know who we can trust.

and to pull Rose's detail off the hotel.

[man] We believe he was killed elsewhere,

[Ben] Before taking that bullet,

[police siren wailing]

Hey, I know a place where we can stash the car overnight.

We deserve something better.

[phone clattering]

[suspenseful music swelling]

- [door opening] - [doobell chiming]

[Diane] Where are you?

and all you wanna do is be in the FBI,

Who gave them our location

It's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am.

- You're not gonna chase after them? - Not with you in the car, no.

from whoever's trying to kill us,

[Diane] That's priority one.