Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't have another Aria in my life.

- Good idea. - No, Travis, stay here.

You have really screwed up.

- Hey. - Gotta you something.

Then don't anymore.

- A message? From who? - Alison.

I'm not afraid of Ezra.

If "A's" been at the inn since he sent that text,

Wow. The Greeks really know how to live.

I don't know. Maybe.

First of all, you're holding your stick way too low.

- Looks like I'm winning. - Thanks for the tip.

Here. Let me show you.

Don't judge me.

- I figured you'd want this back. - Thank you.

Um, do you have to be somewhere?

Did you tell anyone about this?

I'm sorry, I have to go.

We could do dinner. We could meet at the cabin.

I'm not judging, I'm concerned.

Actually, he used the word screaming.

It could get ugly.

But that's just me.

and pick out some music for dinner.

You got a huge gash above your eye.

You're really giving away all these clothes?

You're not hungry?

You drove all that way, so...

She wanted to make you feel special so that you wouldn't give up on her.

and the next he wants to shut down you.

They told us any upsetting news could cause a relapse. So...

It's not money that he's after.

- You didn't know Alison. - Listen, Emily...

You seemed really upset last night.

When we were looking for Dr. Sullivan?

I'm sorry, Jake.

So this is where everything's kind of living here for now.

Now whether she fell or some disturbed patient pushed her doesn't matter.

But you have to go alone.

You can trust me. Spencer, Aria...

We know Wilden altered the file.