Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...but there's no accounting for taste, is there?
We know who he is. Just curious if you knew.
Don't look at me like that.
Hm. Yeah.
Looks like three to the chest, point-blank.
Relive that moment.
Can't say I'm hungry.
...so you could get her prints off your mug...
Freed. Freed bit me.
Sleep.
Come on, you don't think I did this.
- Dead one. - What the hell do you think you're doing?
I mean, right? She's not capable of that.
...but I wanna pull this trigger.
It was all texts.
- That's a lot of ants. - It is.
My head is messed up and it's your fault.
The very last step.
What was that? Lisbon?
I'm sorry. You don't understand.
No. You failed the poly, Agent Lisbon.
The cross, Roy.
- Oh, yeah. I know. It's good. - Yeah.
- Bosco. - He knows as much about the case...
No brass. The shooter took the shell casings.
Can you see him?
...in tracking down and arresting this animal..."
Agent, I didn't do these things they said I did.
I didn't lie. He made risotto.
You're like a superhero with a secret identity.
So you're going down the steps...
You have a problem with that?
The 10 grand paid to David Charles...
God might have mercy on William McTeer...
I didn't kill McTeer.
How come you never told me how you know Agent Bosco?
Mm.
...screw Bosco and Minelli, you disagree, and you're not so sure.
I get paid whether you talk or not, Teresa.
That's for the shooter. Can we trace the payment?
The killer saved a child's life, whoever it is.
Six times tables, huh?
- Are you kidding me? - No, it's okay. Shh. All right?
- Interesting. - Let's just do it. Let's go.
You couldn't resist the imagery, could you, doc?
Don't be silly.
...even under hypnosis, I knew she'd been drugged.
Do you?