Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Theo types the suicide message.

you're Tim Kono. [excited laugh]

Okay. They fight.

Or some thinky shit like that.

- There it is. We're done.

- It's a good question. - And...

- Oh my god, Putnam, let's go!

- I feel like Tim Kono the night that he wrote those suicide notes!

- How did we miss that?

♪ We'll follow the sun ♪

to be greeted by an ominous warning waiting under his door.

That and, you know, all the whores.

OMITB has been having a moment,

- It's 5:30 in the morning, and we all know how you need a few takes

- Our pleasure. It's great.

- Okay, so did you get the green ring?

- That's direct evidence!

[clears throat]

- Okay... So, let's just make sure

- Reinforcements, kids!

or see, his father say certain things.

- Wait. What do we know?

OSCAR: No, that's the thing.

- Well, it's, uh, police talk,

- Yeah, I have an idea. Why don't we shove it back into the box,

CHARLES/SAM: Confident they had gotten away with murder.

- Oh, I met up with that Cutter guy. - Oh, that's the jewelry connection.

MABEL: Hey, where'd you get that?

- We know what you did to Tim Kono.

[on phone]: Can you believe that this is how crimes are solved now?

- Look, do I wish our fans were a little more hip? Yes.

- We... had sex. Together.

Fully nailed them.

but-- Wait, you know what? That's not true

- Nice to meet another member of the team. Hi, I'm Jan.

SAM: We call ourselves the Arconiacs.

[gasps] You're so pretty.

How do I put this politely? Reverse-helpful.