Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And I thought, "I could get that for myself."
- What's wrong with it? - I don't know. Maybe the batteries?
When I was loading stuff out of the pool house, I saw a car in the woods.
"Hello. - Yeah. All Fake."
No.
Died 80-something years ago.
- I didn't kill Foster. - Don't be ridiculous, of course you did.
Fisher sent you? That son of a bitch.
If someone stole your home wouldn't you be angry?
Yeah, we'll meet you back at the office after we pick up Lillian Foster.
I can't help thinking that if I'd stayed there...
I appreciate your people coming in on this, Agent Lisbon.
Took me half an hour to shut off the alarm.
What the hell is the matter with you? You have no class.
- Never paid much attention. - You deceitful old bag of bones.
After you. - Thank you.
Yeah. Yeah. Um...
As you know, Walter Beckworth left a coded message...
He lied to me. He wanted to gut it.
It's a reflection?
Are you okay? - Right as rain.
And I got a little chill, that's all.
Which meant he had to smuggle liquor into the house...
Go and see how mad she really was about Foster buying the mansion.
Stole a bunch of equipment and supplies.
- Small town. We don't get much trouble. Well, that's a shame.
Jane.
Oh, yes, everybody in the family knew that there was a great mythic treasure.
Mm.
Foster's wife.
- What time did you leave? - Around 10.
Yes. He had an affair about a year ago.
- Go upstairs if you like. I'll take this one. - Oh, thanks. That's okay.
She sat there the whole time. Never noticed me.
When he came to me, he said he wanted to preserve Beckworth.
Spooky.
Eureka.
It is? - Trouble's your business.
What does this have to do with how he died?
You're closed. Furtive. You're hiding something.
...before he worked on it.