Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What's wrong with him?
Happy birthday, baby.
What if I was next?
No. Uh, I mean, Andy was totally there too.
What if I said it was you, Andy? You killed Christine.
Somebody there had to have known what happened.
Hypnosis will let you come up with those things.
I can't watch her all the time.
A gull. No, a hawk.
I'm sorry, sir. This is now a crime scene.
At Chris.
Everything's relevant.
[ALL LAUGHING AND SHOUTING]
- I'll get her in here. - Great. Where's Jane?
Did the guard stumble across Chris being killed?
All right, what are you doing?
AND Y: Shut up. - What.
I realized I hadn't seen her in a while.
Didn't you say you had a way of finding out?
No. No, Chrissy's real independent. You never...
Interesting.
Oh, so you can try and pin this on me? No, thanks.
When was the last time you saw Christine?
Chris stayed to clean up. She's all, uh, "save our oceans," you know?
...consistent with getting hit in the head with a surfboard...
Grace is mentally telling me where she hid the van keys.
Not a scratch.
...because it's all there in your memory.
Then Chris came along...
- Dolphin. - You?
What cunning plan?
That's okay.
Sure, you did.
A good influence on Christine.
Listen only to my voice.
I thought about it a lot.
- How bad? - Hundred-stitches bad.
This him?
Is that not a signal that we should cut this man loose?
Come in. I'm just about to discredit Nimzowitsch's theory...
He has the governor's home number.
[ROCKABILLY MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR STEREO]
- What happened? - You're okay.
- Dream on, trick. - Hmm.
- Maybe we can get something more. - All right. Work him gently.
The local sheriff begged me not to put him in his jail.
...until my lawyer gets here.