Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Botany? Realtors?

Seems kitties do have claws.

I mean, but part-time sex worker?

how your fighting

No personal belongings, just a, uh,

Sometimes, when we're in crisis,

- on any... - (snorts, laughs)

Bad case of the distractions, brother?

that's what I'm talking about.

Oh, lovely. Then can we go for grilled polenta?

They were desperate for my help.

like, other than the case?

fork out for a room, Yuri.

Don't you just hate that?

You should try it.

And the girl wearing it looks real familiar.

You guys, this is so fun!

It made you desperate enough

♪ You got it ♪

it's like this crazy organic hallucinogen,

Looks delicious.

T-Talk to the other guy!

No, go for it. I got to dehydrate. Whew!

- (cell phone chiming) - Oh, phones...

(chuckles softly)

you would drop everything

Don't you remember?

I think He wants me to bring our jailbird back.

We found an abandoned vehicle registered to Uber.

Really brings out the murder in your eyes.

Just give me a minute, would you?

It looked like they had recently had a party there.

- (woman laughing) - DAN: Oh, my God.

Do not leave town.

I think you're trying to avoid the unpleasantness of conflict.

You're all alone.

How'd you get in here?

We got into a fight last night when

Did you come here to gloat?

Uh-huh. Men only. And I got you a date.

But tech did track down that number that Daria called.

LAPD. Get out of the car, Yuri.

And how's that human husband?

♪ The way you style your hair ♪

and I can show you the original Stairway to Heaven.

Does she wear contacts?

that you could go call and have a drink with."

Hi. What are you doing here?

I do not look like a cop!

through her husband's restaurant.

Okay, you know, that's-that's...

I didn't mean it like that.

Oh, sorry... right.

Must have been some party.

Well, the hot, new bartender.

- Well, I... - (draws gun)

Where did you get this?

Well, the world's oldest profession

- I didn't touch her! - Well...

I wish I had my knives. We could have made a blood pact.

ask about the dead girls.

- Truly tragic. - I.D.?

Gosh, it's more addictive than a whore's navel cocaine.

- You're not my boss anymore. - Well, that may be.

(seagulls squawking)