Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I've brought you all here to help me find it.

No alarms or interruptions.

Not until I get a deal on the theft and the breaking-and-entering charges.

You're closed. Furtive. You're hiding something.

If you wanna go first, that's fine. No, no. No.

What was that? - Probably rats.

Any idea how much prison time that carries?

I got nothing to tell you.

Some of the finest, rarest examples worth tens of millions of dollars.

Or was conscientious that way.

Because, my credulous Van Pelt, spirits are smoke and mirrors.

The hostility kind of caught me off guard.

No. I felt so awful that I left without talking to him.

My aunt likes to exaggerate. I'm a paralegal.

- Frankly, I'm looking to learn from you. - Not a problem, deputy.

How are you feeling, Mrs. Foster?

Foster had only been there a few weeks.

- Where were you last night? - In my home.

But that's impossible.

What? - Smells good.

He said sometimes it looked like things were being moved.

...how it feels to lose somebody.

It's good, because I'm not. There are no factors to consider.

And Foster's aura was pink.

- Fight over a woman. You know how? - No, and I don't care.

Foster was a thief and a liar.

- Foster seemed like a nice guy. - That's a lie.

I tried to stop it from escalating. That's why I was there in the first place, but...