Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't know what we're gonna do now.
- She called him Pops. - No name? Just Pops?
Santa Marta sheriff's not taking this?
- How long was she in the water? RIGSBY: Still waiting on the coroner's report.
Danny's mad. We should go.
She made all of you take part to make all of you equally guilty...
Get out of here.
Danny told him to step off, his dad owns the place.
And, uh, he's building these heinous condos.
Phillip Handler? Police.
Thing is, Hope, Mr. Kurtik has a cast-iron alibi for that evening.
In my trance, I saw him clear as day.
Cement truck shows up in the morning, can't get on the freaking site.
WIN: I don't see him.
How cool would it have been if one had walked in then?
...was just washing away, because Chris has to do the right thing.
He didn't mean to. It was an accident.
The bonfire.
- This guy kill my Chrissy? - Mr. Tanner, if we make an arrest...
Hey, honey, could you, uh, fix some lunch for your brother please?
What do you say?
We'll walk you.
Uh, not around here.
And you.
MAN: Excuse the mess.
When was the last time you saw her?
My father was a good man, just like you are.
Was that Monday? With Hope and Win and those guys?
- You didn't. - Danny, I'm sorry.
LISBON: Darlene, you're a friend of Christine Tanner?
He's still pursuing inquiries at the beach.
- I never touched Christine. - Liar.
Damn.
...and then we partied a while on the beach.
HOPE: Oh, my God.
DARLENE: What do you want?
Like old.
You pretended to be in a trance to give us a fake story...
It's not useful and it's not professional.
Okay, was she hooking up with anybody?
Did you have sex with her?
Maybe I have. My son has a lot of friends.
You didn't say anything about it before. Why?
Hey, these friends of yours?
HOPE: The guard told us to get out...
- Well, what kind of things? JANE: Who knows?