Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[cell phone ringing]
Mrs. Klump?
[Mrs. Klump crying]
Always said buenos días. Always carried my groceries.
-What happened, Ronnie? -You started roofie-ing girls, Nick.
Not this con artist.
We got in a fight.
So, yes, it's a risk, but relax, Betty. I'm gonna coach him myself.
Schoolboy mischief. All in the past.
I'm gonna have a limp for the rest of my life to remind me.
-We disposed of the body. -What?!
-I'll book my usual suite-- -My God, Nick.
I admit your brother was a junkie.
No, we don't.
You practically slammed the door in his face.
And Svenson would have let himself be mutilated?
Uh-huh. Where would you stay, son? Here? Alone?
like the Furies of Ancient Greece,
The hell you are.
I'll be back.
Archie's not blood.
You'll never know.
That means he would've overlapped with Svenson for two years.
Where'd you go, Betty?
you give me something else. Dare I ask what?
Go ahead. Hit me all you want.
Well...
Where is he, Betty?
Try this.
Before we do anything, I need proof that Archie's okay.
You look lovely.
[Hiram] With crisis comes opportunity.
[footsteps approaching]
Will you deliver him to me, Betty? Will you let justice be done?
the past was proving to be a cruel jailor.
Well, I was in the middle of writing an editorial...
-This demands biblical punishment. -Mom.
Goodbye, Chic.
-[Betty] We know you murdered my brother. -You serious?
Don't get mad at what I'm about to ask.
Whether or not the Black Hood is back,
they hadn't heard boo about Archie's kidnapping.