Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You loved this town.

We don't know that for sure.

I'm still wired from prom, I guess.

What the hell are you doing here?

But if I'm being honest,

to put my ambitions on hold anymore.

I'm finally ready to turn myself in.

You rub his nose in it.

Mom, what the hell are you doing?

Two sons, one real and one fake.

and in second chances,

Because he came to see me, too.

as your dad's family,

and now you expect me to wear some hideous blue hue at graduation?

What I can't stop thinking about are...

You left him there to die, you coward!

It just made perfect sense that Charles was the Auteur.

What is it, Jug?

That's not what my dad would have wanted.

Okay, that... That wasn't an accident.

So, what do you want?

You heard him, Hiram.

since, you know, I'm not graduating.

You'll figure it out.

Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.

Let it out, Archie. Let it all out!

[Cheryl] Prom was a bust. I just found out that Highsmith College

They poisoned themselves.

-In fact-- -[mutes speaker]

[whispering] Somebody is killing us.

How does that sound, mi amor?

The judge is getting ready to make his decision.

the one with his underworld contacts.

They have always been a bunch of hateful bitches.

So guess what I am going to do to you.

Dead men tell no tales.

It was self-defense, hermanita.