Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, a messed-up piece.

Maddie is not a diversion.

- Get them back here before it's too late. - Understood.

[Erik] Yes, sir.

I said it wasn't like that.

[Peter] Hold on, hold on.

[Chelsea] Here.

[phone ringing]

Just because you'll get blamed for this, doesn't mean it's your fault.

- You still got your car? - Nah, it's in the shop.

Depends. What'd he do?

[dramatic music playing]

we'll let him have it because we know how sensitive he gets.

Luckily for you guys, she gave me a second chance next week.

You don't have to worry. I'm taking you someplace safe.

[police sirens wailing]

[Peter] I'm hanging up. Destroy your SIM card.

[lock clicking]

But, uh, Peter always made sure we stayed tight.

I did, yeah. Then I talked to Arrington.

To cover up the real objective.

What... what don't I know?

Let's get one thing fucking straight.

It just sounds like she ran off.

No, we have them.

Besides you, I've only heard about his dad

[Peter grunting, groaning]

- You think he knows about the tunnels? - [door closing]

went and met somebody at Turn Lake the day he was murdered.

Yeah, but they're getting ahead of us.

[Redfield] My fellow Americans,

It's like they knew exactly where we were.

[man screaming]

There would be something to touch, to feel.

Forget about it.

[Cisco] What do these killers look like?

[suspenseful music swelling]

- Oh shit. - What the hell's wrong with you?

Have your trooper friend drop her at the loading dock.

[Peter panting]

{\an8}That was anti-fucking-climactic.

- Not anymore. - It's my duty to protect her.

That's not how this works.