Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What about your gift?

He called that afternoon, said he had business to do, that he'd be home late.

I got turned around, and, uh, I was out of line.

- Oh, really. - You're grumpy about the present thing.

Impressive man. Knows how to get what he wants.

Sweetheart, put the gun down. It's okay.

JANE [O VER PHONE]: Lisbon. - Jane, get off the phone.

When was the last time you saw Didrikson?

Not appreciated. We have reports to write.

She's out of the marshal service, of course.

Tell me the truth.

We talked about that ashtanga class. I just thought...

[KNOCKING ON CAR WINDOW]

- Why would we do that? - Maybe you had a deal with Russo.

- Must have deserved what he got, huh? - Gina.

- Have a seat. - Okay.

- Come on. There we go. EXLEY: Okay.

Don't tell us you don't have a crush on her.

We're not bodyguards, agent. We don't babysit people.

[VIDEO GAMES BEEPING]

- What kind of deal? - What kind of deal do you think?

Well, if there was an affair, he had motive, like you said.

RIGSBY: Let's put him in the chair. VAN PELT: Okay.

- She's still grumpy with me, isn't she? - Huh. Not touching that.

- I got it. LISBON: Okay.

Somebody did, and it made his accomplice very angry at him.

- We need to look at your security tapes. - Tapes? I have no tapes.

County tax collectors list the owners as Ed and Jenny Didrikson.

- Cover your eyes. - Got it.

Jenny, it's us.

Should one of us head down to Palm Desert just in case?

- Damn. - Correct again.

If you wanna help, you can chop these.

So if you didn't do it, then who would've done it? Who was next in line?

Okay, what is it?

And congratulations on solving the case.

- No. - Palm Desert's not in California?

Prosecutors don't need him. They don't care what happens, and neither do we.

I know where to find Eddie Russo.

- Yeah. Sure. People can change. - Eddie couldn't change. No.

I'm not grumpy, and I don't give a damn about your supposed gift.

...in the next town to the north. - How do you get that?

Listen, you jerk. I will tear your freaking head off...

Eddie's gone. And I mean gone.

- So, what does that tell you? - Obviously he's a narc.