Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Toby could be the killer.

But it won't help to pretend everything is fine, because it's not.

Say hello to Hefty Hanna.

- You out of here, boss? - Hell, yes.

Look, she might be protecting this kid. She might be afraid of him.

Okay, well, I'll worry about that if I ever order the clam chowder.

I mean, you took Toby to the dance...

Hey, are you taking something for the pain?

Please. Have you gotten one single text since last night?

Feel better, Em.

I'll be laying in a puddle of my own waste.

Of you and Maya kissing.

Let him go, Sean. Mike!

Listen, Aria, nobody wanted it to come to this, okay?

...then why am I sitting in my bed and not in a body bag?

We can't keep making these same mistakes over and over.

All right. You're on.

- What's he trying to hide? - Mom.

I owe you a complete do-over.

Yeah. Heard you weren't in English today.

Fine. Leave out the file.

You said we were doing a make-up picture, right?

The sooner we sort it out, the sooner they'll feel they can rely on us.

- You didn't know this? - No.

Yeah, why wouldn't he be?

Okay. Much, much better.

Yeah. I just wanted to get your approval on the homecoming page...

The custodian didn't even wanna let me in.

You don't have to sit with Dad.

Ella? Ella, slow down.

Not all of us have Daddy to write a check and make the bogeyman go away.

...but we should get one of the queen sitting on your lap.

How... How would I know?

"Thanks for getting Toby out of my way. A."

My parents have gone from not talking to not texting.

Well, I don't wanna leave.

Well, I'm not gonna cry over this.

I'm also the one who always gets caught.

We're all being stalked by A. And if he's run off...