Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Truly, I'd love to help you, but my practice is bound...
I mean, he's my brother. He's...
I'm the agent here.
I'm a, uh, photographer.
JANE: Was it you, Clara?
[DOORBELL RINGS]
A contact ritual.
...my brother called to tell me that...
...according to the gardener and the pool guy.
She was quite beautiful, wasn't she?
JANE: That's him.
Microwaves. What are you talking about?
Be good to Aunt Jo.
Can you tell us about your mother?
- Yes, you do. - It's important to love oneself.
I need you to ask her to conduct a séance to contact your mom...
- What are you talking about? - I think this was Travis' room.
...you expressed horror that your mother died in the gutter.
We did. They said there were a lot of people at the party.
Ah. Yes. I guess time doesn't mean much when you're dead forever.
What about the other 10 percent?
For her own daughter and...
Uh, we're getting paint off the trash cans. Hopefully we get a make and model.
- Really? I had no idea. - What do you think that was about?
- Hear me out. - Okay, I promise.
- Clearly, you're not interested. VAN PELT: Wait.
- He was happier in a smaller room. - Yeah, I bet.
Travis, wait.
...like garbage. It's horrible.
Um, bigger.
...just because you never met one.
- I need to talk to you. - Fire away.
It's me, Rosemary.
He's run away from home twice and he's done a stint in juvie.
Concrete?
[KNOCKING]
- You can't go in there. - Sure I can.
- This looks like her. LISBON: The daughter.
- Why don't you go talk to her? - I'm coming.
...you are troubled with deep guilt and self-Ioathing.
I know you weren't thinking right when you did what you did.
- Miss Frye, you were with her where? - At my house.
...we can assume it's Rosemary's heel.
FRYE: I didn't know. Her husband knew.
...temple looks like a discount souvenir store in Shangri-La.
- Thank you for coming. - I came as soon as I could.
How much depends on the resources of the individual client.
...and to refuse her generosity would be to, you know, deny her essence.
JANE: And here, this pane of glass has a crack in it right at elbow or fist height.
It was the suits. Chafing, horrible.
You don't have any belief in the afterlife. You don't know what you're getting into.
...or she was involved in the crime. - Come on.
Did I love her and vice versa? Yes. But lovers?
Rosemary put you in her will a few months back, didn't she?