Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

White, Black, Hispanic?

- How's Rose? - She's fine.

I'm... I'm... I'm here.

[woman grunting]

Nothing new, no.

Wait, you're not staying?

- Maybe. - [man 2] Hmm.

- [Rose] What's happening? - We have to get out of here.

♪ You better believe in karma... ♪

[Peter exhaling]

[dial tone droning]

- Take my hand. - Okay.

My uncle said something about them taking a drive in the woods.

Did you figure out who pulled her protection?

Don't you think she's been traumatized enough, sir?

They have to win every time.

I mean, you have this... this great memory.

[birds chirping]

- [Peter] How does that happen? - It shouldn't.

so I'm guessing the original owner of that ring

- [man] Right away. - Thanks.

I love you too.

Okay. Grab some clothes or something while you're here.

We can't get into it. It's encrypted.

Oh, sorry, ma'am.

- Where are you? Where's Rose? - [Peter] We're safe.

And, Peter, keep this between us for now.

[indistinct chatter]

"We still have the drive in the woods."

Or she was wrong? Give them a description.

[Rose] Last time I called, you said you had to keep the line open.

This way. Come on.

[cell phone vibrating]

[ominous music playing]

[Peter] Okay, did they say how?

There aren't that many places to look.

Well, tell that asshole.

You're really on my side, aren't you?

She can't trace this call. I'm calling the Night Action line.