Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She's endured something terrible.

- Thank you. - [Peter] Yeah.

[tense music playing]

They want 7.2 million in Bitcoin,

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

Uh, there's a call.

[phones ringing]

He stopped using it when he moved to Japan.

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

But she sounded scared.

Maybe you can get her to talk.

That's all I have to share.

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

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

Here's the plan.

Somebody killed the deputy director of the FBI?

[police siren wailing in distance]

The one that got bombed, Rose.

[Diane] Peter, everything okay?

Time to step up.

Rose's aunt and uncle were hiding it.

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

Tell me you didn't see it.

Let me know if she opens up.

[Peter] Sorry, sir.

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

[Peter] Yeah. Yeah, go ahead.

Do you know anything more

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

We both saw his face.

[Peter] Come here.

[suspenseful music swelling]

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

Well, maybe someone changed the rules in spy land?

- Look at this. - [Rose gasping]

Farr wanted my help on this, so...

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

Um, I have a bit of a wardrobe emergency.

Come with me. Come on. Rose.

Peter, you're on speaker.