Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(SlGHS) I'm sorry, Jaime.

There was a problem at the cemetery last night.

and they looked like the roses

ANN: It's them. They're here.

I guess we've all got to do what we have to do.

but she looked so much like Ann.

(LAUGHlNG) Nothing. Oh, God.

MRS. NOAH: Jaime.

I am so emotional.

would destroy the mystery of it.

ANN: Remember when I caught you hanging from those rafters?

Remember, he used to run away from our house all the time

All right. I won't move. Bye-bye.

I watched your first tournament.

and everything pertaining to the case

BOYLlN: Nah, keep going.

Because the records are sealed

I am happy. Happy to be here...

I'm afraid that

we've just made things worse.

JAlME: Last respects?

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

but you've gotta sign it out personally.

I was telling you...

the woman that's buried in that cemetery may not be Jaime's mother.

You're both one, as far as I'm concerned.

and there was a lot of paranoia in the country.

I'm sorry to bother you this early,

Oh, well, what does it all matter now anyway?

They finally caught up with me.

I'd have had more trouble finding you otherwise.

I guess they just presumed that it was Ann.

but I could've sworn I was talking to your mother's ghost.

Well, Mom, come on. Mothers aren't like used cars.

Jaime, these men are from the FBl.

Yeah. All right.

Are you all right? Jaime...

She knew where every stick of furniture was when we moved in.

Why won't you share it with me?