Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

[ominous music playing]

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

[Peter exhaling]

[dial tone droning]

so I'm guessing the original owner of that ring

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

They have to win every time.

[Peter] Okay, did they say how?

Oh, sorry, ma'am.

Or she was wrong? Give them a description.

- [man] Right away. - Thanks.

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

- Maybe. - [man 2] Hmm.

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

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

♪ You better believe in karma... ♪

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

Nothing new, no.

I love you too.

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

And, Peter, keep this between us for now.

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

- Take my hand. - Okay.

White, Black, Hispanic?

[indistinct chatter]

This way. Come on.

[woman grunting]

[cell phone vibrating]

There aren't that many places to look.

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

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

Well, tell that asshole.

[birds chirping]

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

Did you figure out who pulled her protection?

Wait, you're not staying?

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

"We still have the drive in the woods."