Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Barbara sobbing] Please, please just tell me where my baby is.

And now you show up here asking for money?

An exotic dancer fell off the stage when a pole came loose.

A proven method for managing PTSD.

- I needed breathing room. - You shut me out.

Track, track, more track.

Turns out I excel at that.

I've seen you around here, but you never come inside.

[indistinct talking]

And right now your only concern is putting Hope in a car

Spheeris' bodyguards make him very difficult to serve.

Brr! Sucks to be you.

Her companion wanted a particular table in the back.

Um, Hope made some recent charges on her credit card.

[woman] I'm playing tonight if you want to come.

[woman] All I asked...

Yeah? What kind of business you in?

- [sighs] - Listen to me.

[camera clicks]

Have you seen this girl?

How long? When did he leave?

I don't even know what to say.

[indistinct conversations]

[sighs heavily]

If he gets a hold of me again...

"None of it is my fault."

Yeah, you will.

It's called Google Maps, moron.

I just avoid getting involved with them in the first place.