Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It is my job, nay, my purpose,
You're like a surgeon.
She's a bloody monster.
Poppy! Get the stuff.
of the Hopestill Women's Correctional Facility?
- That's so cute.
got things so twisted up that I'm getting calls
CHARLES-HADEN SAVAGE: It was you, right? Who texted us
POPPY: We tell ourselves we can start over.
CINDA CANNING: Bloody Mabel Mora.
[muffled] I was going for something more photo-realistic...
we're getting more anonymous tips
We're texting with the killer!
CINDA: Have you interviewed him yet? He's an old coworker of Mabel's
Mabel?
He's full of shit.
Everyone's just so obsessed with my past.
I was just trying to help. You know, I was looking
I want soup!
OLIVER: Okay, let's not jump to conclusions.
But you do have to end it with Jan! - I know.
of South American salsas.
Surprise! [laughs]
until year five, but, uh...
And she was a real cunt.
When we did this on Brazzos, it was always the third guy.
I mean, you were right. She will do anything to tell a good story.
- Tell me about the case.
should we be doing this? We are broken up, after all.
- Are you done interrupting me?
♪ Can't be sung ♪
[knocking]
- I-I was wondering, did you have a chance to, um...
Just ask Detective Williams where she wants to meet up and see what she says.
This is my apartment.
No more dropping episodes. You understand me?
All foiled because of this pussy willow blowing in the wind.
♪ radio playing ♪
OLIVER: Jesus, Charles. Who's in Hopestill?
[set chatter continues]
- You're not going to get that break unless you speak up.
[toilet flushes]
[Oliver growls]
She didn't finish college.