Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I always forget how weirdly numb
you've ever worked with in action?
- Zero. - Fingerprints?
Oh. Rosa.
- You look like a freshman at an all-women's college.
We do, son.
- Oh, thank God.
She's in cosmetology school.
It's gonna take a lot of work, and we're very busy.
- Okay. That's a good one.
- Yes! A ghost!
Is this about weed?
- Why? Oh, wait, I see it. All right.
of dealing with a victim's family member.
the victim's mom he'd solve her son's murder.
We have so much evidence. We hit triple digies!
We have checked every alibi,
- Yeah. Is it weird that I miss the smell?
I'm solving this.
- Well, actually, he does have a point.
Who's the lunatic now?
Think, think, think... oh!
- Okay, so there's us arriving.
He ordered, uh, three beetroot zucchini wraps.
- Officer Darrell? You are seriously undoping this.
- Oh, for sure. - Oh.
- Yeah, but he never enters the apartment.
Nothing left in here.
Vic was face down.
He put a hit out on your son.
Where's the footage from the bodega across the street?
his doorway is this delivery guy?
- Peralta. Diaz. Special delivery.
- Cool. Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool...
You know what it's time for. - I do.
I waited too long for her to come around
There's no way this guy knew he was gonna die.
- Sharp turn away from dopeness,
- But this place was crawling with cops.
What I saw in there forever changed me.
bleed all over the apartment, then climbed back up
to fit these sweet nosters.
Oh, no. Is she meeting you here?
- The delivery guy kept starting over.
Do you see what I see? - Uh, blood.
On the fish!
- Hey, Rosa. Check it out. Triple digies!
- What? You can't do that. I promised Luan!
I'm here because Major Crimes wants this case.
- We don't know there were three people in this apartment.
and the relationships we build with others?
- But he couldn't have survived in there for months.