Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So either he has the worst luck ever or...
And these... detailed photos...
from each other.
of Connor Thorne's ponzi scheme.
You had to find the money first...
He lived at 2422 Oriole Lane. I showed up at 2242.
I had a different kind of talk with Troy.
I met him at the E.R.
But why didn't you just turn Danny in to the cops?
but prior to getting into that car,
I know who I was married to. He was a good man.
Oh, please. We Rosewoods never do anything halfway.
Gizmo... Never mind.
Paperwork? Captain, that's crazy.
Was he by himself?
You killed him to be with Jenny.
widow to widow,
Money you felt entitled to.
Uh, yeah, no, okay.
You're a good friend, Rosie.
No, people's lives were ruined by Danny Williams.
Hold on a second. I think I found something.
You know, what you're doing to Hornstock
Neither did I, apparently.
Anyway, I don't know who she is,
He used it to help his N.A. friends.
I need to trust that...
you're gonna find yourself in the car
is Hornstock schlepping his ass over to I.A.
I mean, that would really make it our lucky day,
I'd have noticed if he came home beaten up.
Danny had a hidden bank account?
We better go in.
He made her miserable, and I mean, like, all the time!
- And my car doesn't kill joy. - "Kill Joy."
What's going on? What's with the suitcase?
Stop following me. Look...
Murder.
I see we're abandoning the tenets
Look, I don't care if it takes one number
Tee, is everything good?
No sippy cup?
Okay, got it.
Uh, not so fast, Detective.
I... Fine, fine.
Yeah, you got it.
I mean, that is a punk move.
He doesn't get to start over and play house
That's a lead. That's great.
Because going through all those papers in there
Liz! Hey!
I'm still trying to figure out the rest of the department.
suffocating him from the inside.
No.
There you go.
He died three years ago in Washington, D.C.
I am done! He can solve his own damn murder!
Sounds like you're talking from personal experience.
What the hell?!
Don't start with your whole rainbow prism
No, you know what, though?
from repetitive rubbing... Often seen in crack users.
- Sounds like my man. - Yeah.
Listen, I don't... I don't mean to pry, but...
Well, you got to give him points for ingenuity.
No. More glitter, less bitter.
What? No!
Villa, you all right?
Not on my watch...
Well, that's because you see the best in people, Rosie.
I don't want to braid anything.
The pretty one.
I don't know. It's all a little fuzzy.