Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You should go. Just walk away, baby.

[Dr. Torres] Trish? Trish, can you hear me?

-Look out! -[gasps]

and we arrive in upward-facing dog.

I didn't want it to go down that way, but it had to be done.

Well, I'm here to wrap up your case.

[chuckles] Always. Come on. Grab another plate, buddy.

It doesn't matter what she does next.

-And out... -[both exhale]

It wasn't your call.

Uruguay was Karl's place.

Stop talking to me like I'm your baby Jesus.

[man] Let me see your hands! Back away from the body!

[Trish] Where's Jessica?

-They searched my place? -Yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

[duct tape ripping]

[sighs] You have us, me and Vido.

You knew that going in.

Just think. You know her best.

Belly lifts, tailbone tucks,

You're aware of the nature of my client's business?

And you're my cure.

Even Karl. [scoffs]

Is there any place she might be hiding out in and around Westchester?

We only get one mother.

-Whoo! -All right.

So we can ditch the camper and jump the train, literally.

And you'll destroy this tape?

I do like the suit, though. I do.

-No. I won't let you-- [gasping] -[gunshot]

Oh. Are you hurt?

[trimmer whirring]

[Alisa] No. No. Not without you.

After dinner, Vido.

Maybe I just made you.

[Jessica] That family can describe us.