Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Thank you. One moment.

I am not keeping you in jail. The law is keeping you in jail.

- Why not? - Because the law is the law.

Hmm. People skills.

Sandrine. Sandrine, Sandrine.

Is that all it is?

- What does "vultures" mean? - Vultures are birds.

The so-called federal and state authorities you work for...

Unless you eat them.

- You okay? You sick or something? - Do I look sick?

And there is no DNA evidence either.

I feel like Jane knows about us.

...are not legitimate.

Oh really? Well, that says it all. I'm ex-Army.

But first he felt compelled to have to tell everybody the truth. The fool.

Hey, crime fighting's hard. Suck it up.

You wouldn't have the makings of a cup of tea, would you?

There's two things puzzling me.

...will get around $80,000 a year.

How much is ten acres of land worth around there?

Maybe you'll realize that high feeling you get from drugs is an illusion.

See, that's my exact point. There is a problem.

- Don't know what you're talking about. Sure you do.

No. No, ma'am. That's way off.

- See? Told you. You're paranoid, man. - I know what I saw.

Considerate enough to warn you before he came clean about your affair.

Yes, we are. Can you take us to your mom?

- No kidding. Hines was a bird watcher.

We both did. - We're keeping ourselves busy.

Killed a bad guy that he couldn't catch any other way?

So I figure it's something more concrete.

He closes cases.

I dreamt Jane escaped the County Jail.

You guys go get back on post.