Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We're already in hot water with the Davis P.D.

I was the closest unit. What was I gonna do? Refuse the call?

Now we're arresting them. Hooray.

Sasha, the cocktail waitress says she was with him at his residence at 12:45 a. M...

- Well, I'll leave you to it then. - No, ma'am.

SAM: And she went to the store, went to a motel.

"Keep Me Posted."

A good-Iooking man like you? There had to have been more to it than that.

It's you that I wish to speak with.

What did you say to her? Huh? What have you done?

That's Patrice Matigan's car arriving.

She couldn't stay with him the way he lives.

JANE: So was it reckoning?

It's nice to be nice. But if you wanna get ahead, sometimes you have to be a bitch.

Dark hair. And drove a blue car.

That's our bust. Hand him over.

...I was gonna cut his heart out and feed it to him.

You don't understand.

You got no murder weapon and you got no witnesses.

...let him know what we're up to.

She's a good kid, so...

I'm gonna do you my own self. I'm gonna look you in the eye...

Avoid dragging other good cops into this mess, right?

...until she led him to Purcell.

...and he's dealing the drug out of his room.

I had no choice.

We have young female, Patrice Matigan and Joseph Purcell...

So, what happens to her?

So, uh, what do you need me for exactly?

RIGSBY: Okay, Mr. Carris. You're free to go.

No... I knew he'd get her into trouble.

That is you, isn't it?

I got angels, man.

- I'd rethink this new technique of yours. - Yeah. Yeah, I can't disagree.

Preciado owns a blue car.

- Murder investigation? - The Purcell-Matigan killings?

She was a confidential informant.

Where do you get the nerve to come in my town...

...I'm sure he was lying to protect his machismo...

Hey. Where you going?

- Dad, Mom thinks that... KATHERINE: What, Sam? What do I think?

A lowlife, junkie dealer with your woman.

- He better look like the Mona Lisa. - Yes...

She's very fond of Cheerios.

- We finally got to look at it today. - This is at 12:40 a.m.