Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm... I'm... I'm here.

And, Peter, keep this between us for now.

- How's Rose? - She's fine.

[Peter exhaling]

This way. Come on.

- Take my hand. - Okay.

Did you figure out who pulled her protection?

Well, tell that asshole.

She can't trace this call. I'm calling the Night Action line.

Nothing new, no.

- [Rose] What's happening? - We have to get out of here.

Okay. Grab some clothes or something while you're here.

[birds chirping]

- Maybe. - [man 2] Hmm.

- Where are you? Where's Rose? - [Peter] We're safe.

[woman grunting]

My uncle said something about them taking a drive in the woods.

"We still have the drive in the woods."

We can't get into it. It's encrypted.

[ominous music playing]

Or she was wrong? Give them a description.

There aren't that many places to look.

♪ You better believe in karma... ♪

I mean, you have this... this great memory.

[cell phone vibrating]

White, Black, Hispanic?

[indistinct chatter]

- [man] Right away. - Thanks.

- [Peter] How does that happen? - It shouldn't.

so I'm guessing the original owner of that ring

I love you too.

[Rose] Last time I called, you said you had to keep the line open.

[Peter] Okay, did they say how?

Wait, you're not staying?

You're really on my side, aren't you?

Oh, sorry, ma'am.

[dial tone droning]

They have to win every time.

Don't you think she's been traumatized enough, sir?