Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We both saw his face.

Do you know anything more

[Diane] Peter, everything okay?

Let me know if she opens up.

We used to play hide-and-seek in this room.

[Peter] Yeah. Yeah, go ahead.

Rose's aunt and uncle were hiding it.

The one that got bombed, Rose.

You stay on your own turf there, buddy boy. FBI's got a handle on this.

[police siren wailing in distance]

- That's impossible. - Then change your definition of the word.

That's all I have to share.

Uh, there's a call.

She's endured something terrible.

- Thank you. - [Peter] Yeah.

Come with me. Come on. Rose.

He stopped using it when he moved to Japan.

[suspenseful music swelling]

Farr wanted my help on this, so...

Peter, you're on speaker.

[phones ringing]

Tell me you didn't see it.

[Peter] Come here.

Um, I have a bit of a wardrobe emergency.

[Peter] Sorry, sir.

Just because you underestimate him, doesn't mean I do.

[tense music playing]

Well, maybe someone changed the rules in spy land?

- Till what goes down? - I don't know.

Rose, what are you doing? You can't steal that lady's phone.

And he's right, the girl's a problem.

Here's the plan.

Maybe you can get her to talk.

They want 7.2 million in Bitcoin,

- Look at this. - [Rose gasping]

But she sounded scared.

Time to step up.

That kind of thinking doesn't fly in Silicon Valley.

Somebody killed the deputy director of the FBI?

Especially now that they're gone, and...