Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

OLIVER: My son has her. He's a vet.

and, uh, ended well.

CHARLES/OLIVER: Ooh.

I figured he stayed behind to write some fucking masterpiece.

Embrace the mess.

‐ She 100% knew him.

seeped in, in guilt and regret.

‐ "Sting loses millions.

‐ So, you and the bassoon were clearly meant to be.

so I really haven't spoken to her since.

but clearly, we are getting close if they're sending a message to the leader.

‐ I know you do.

‐ Okay. Sure. ‐ Alright. If you think that's smart.

the key is to enter in a way that disarms them.

uh, well, it's silly really. We just‐‐

‐ Uh, what they're buying is her.

Hope to hear your playing tonight like always?

I‐I'm sorry how I was with your dog.

‐ She used to stay here during school breaks.

MABEL: It was a lot of bassoon jokes,

‐ Yeah. Sure. ‐ Hey. Really?

‐ So, you were on to something huge.

So, day three, there was an island tour,

‐ No, no, no, no. I‐‐ ‐ Please, your dog.

‐ Uh, yeah. That's exactly what it is.

‐ I will say this is our strongest suspect yet, next to tie‐dye guy.

MABEL: Yes. OLIVER: Ah. Cinda,

and it's isolating.

♪ soft piano music ♪

[puts down bottle] We're embracing the mess, right?

and feed me broth because I'm losing my swallow reflex.

‐ What? ‐ Whoa.

Based on your shirt only! Uh, not based‐‐

♪ lively theme song playing ♪

‐ Sure, fine.

♪ bassoon continues ♪

And then he did. [sobs]

It's always about the money!

And by the way, Every Breath You Take is no love song.

‐ Okay, and if it is...

‐ No, no. I'm alone.