Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Enquiring about the murder  of a client of mine. RIP, Pablo Silva.
[Bashir] Pablo's dead?
Refilled my pistachios.
Hey, Toby. It's Pablo.
Manual strangulation.
How long have you had this?
I messed up, man. I'm in some serious debt with these dangerous dudes
Have the team get ready  to take this place down anyhow.
Tell me where the necklace is or I'll shoot your friend in the face.
Sold for 10 million  to the dapper gentleman in the back.
it wasn't easy.
Dan, I got the seller, but he's not the killer.
Or maybe it is.
What? Her? No, no. We're not together together.
So, you see,  it appears we cannot help you.
Why didn't you?
Ow!
Drop the gun and let her go.
No.
-Who? -No idea.
So you killed him.
I love working for Mr. Al-Fassad...
Now, where do I put my knives?
Right.
The metaphors were a bit off.
with extra whipped cream  and rainbow sprinkles.
Come on.
Is that even safe for a human to deliver?
so I'm sure he is just fine.
Good thing you two are partners, huh?
Not only do you not get the money, but now you're going to jail for Pablo's murder.
You see, angels, we didn't grow up.
The real me, you know.
who's been secretly plotting against  Lucifer and keeping me away from Trixie.
[yells]
[Ella] You. Lucifer.
It dropped out of Toby's pocket when  you flipped him and I just grabbed it.
The sexy British guy in the suit?
She kept mentioning  spending time at his place.
So do you.
George! What have I told you?
[Eve] Who are those two?
Yeah. I guess we have been.
Mr. Morningstar.
steal it right back.
Setback aside, I think that we should celebrate.
If we help you, you'll let us leave with the necklace.
Oh, no. They're already here.
An independent broker.
You know, to put on one of the models.
I'm not insecure.
So I flew the coop.
Really?
How to fly.
I come racing down here and...
Pablo Silva's Desert Mirage.