Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, my God, Maze. I know what you're doing, okay?

That actually hadn't crossed my mind.

Also, I need you to help me to get Charlie to stop crying.

[overlapping screams]

I just need Jed to move the shelter.

-Cool. All right, yeah. -Okay.

when she solved me...

Wow, sounds ominous.

I mean, come on, it's obvious that he's trying to get between you two

So put down the gun.

[imitates zipper closing sound]

What the hell, man?

-Yet he wasn't. -Why do you think he's behind all this?

His song, "Otter Vox,"

I can't believe I'm going to say this, but just doing my job.

I've been there, but you have to tell her how you feel.

Thank you. Thank you. So, what-- what is your name?

Wait, does she have a gun?

Do you want to go out with me?

I feel connected to her already.

[Charlie cries]

These are fun, aren't they?

[crowd cheering, whistling]

Uh, Lucifer is his real name.

just like my good friend Ella.

Well, it's not like he has a forked penis or anything.

We need to stay back.

He owes me for sampling my sound recordings.

This is how I did it when I had a baby, you know...

I could take you out for a drink or coffee or...

everybody gets it wrong.

It's complicated.

You can't find a soulmate if you don't have a soul.

[Charlie cries]

You must be going through a lot with your mom.

Like I said, sooner rather than later.

Why is he still crying?

I can't believe I'm gonna say this, but...

This is my first real piece and I'm having trouble finding any leads at all.

LAPD. Put down the gun.

It's crazy how devoted they are.

Pay you for helping him fake his murder attempts?

-she didn't even know-- -Ella.

But believe me when I say this...

Oh. It's Chloe.

No, I'm sorry, for disappearing.

And my mistake... [scoffs]

Uh, I don't know.

can't seem to do anything right.

[Charlie cries]

They need to know.

I can't mess this up.

-Or of who the real killer is. -Mm.

Great. Now you can go.

who has even a modicum of talent.

I've never known you to be the jealous type.

Maze, what the heck?

I mean, well... I mean, way, way above average.

Almost as crazy as if it had been concocted by a madman to, say,

[Charlie cries]

Do it again, Lucy. Do it again.