Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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