Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Fine. Don't listen to me.

Whatever. Blue, green, just...

[KEYPAD BEEPING]

Kevin, I insist. This is a waste of your time.

You were concerned that Rich was suspicious. Did he say anything?

We'd like nothing more.

You don't see restaurants closing doors at noon, do you? Lunch is peak traffic.

Well, I have that right here.

Look back. Okay. Anyone else?

- What? - I warned you,

and you too, Rich. Kidding.

- Mom makes meat. - Red leather, yellow leather.

And that is a huge help, Lily.

That. How long has it been down there?

We had a verbal agreement on a number that both sides would be happy with.

No. I got there just as the fire engines were arriving.

The gringo Lalo had a bug up his ass about?

A customized 1970 Monte Carlo?

[SIRENS CHIRPING]

So we can end this right now.

and questioning my intentions.

Rich, you've been nothing but generous to me, and you don't deserve to be yelled at.

I don't have to spell out what it does for morale, confidence.

Police get a little funny about private investigators horning in on their business.

- Doesn't smell like one beer. - Well, that's what it was.

Ahem. Hey, Viola. How's it hanging?

None of this is true. This is all fantasy.