Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[ALL CHUCKLING]
Not exactly. It's a long story.
They didn't have it at the casino gift store.
We were bound to find out.
Who owns this casino?
But there's about 500 books.
Sorry about that. Nice win.
Now you can call him and tell him that Alexandra Yee cooperated with us.
...dump the hand and hide the body.
The ME says Jim was killed sometime between the hours of 10 p.m. And 1 a.m.
Mr. Etienne, I have a warrant to search your property.
- I didn't kill him. - Was she giving you half of his estate...
Hi, my name's Patrick.
He wasn't around much when you were growing up, was he?
Uh, I guess you do.
- Do we have an ID at least? - The prints say it's James Quincy Meier.
...a maze of passages that lead you back to the pens, or in this case, the slots.
See if you can cross-reference it with anything else. Matt.
I was actually just going through all of the papers.
Hit me.
The mafia's not running anything anymore.
But he loved me. I know he did. He just...
[PHONE DIALING]
[PHONE RINGING]
...and a lucky $ 100,000 chip on a string round his neck. That's all.
JANE: That's a sweet boat.
Consultant.
Yeah, you're right.
...is a good person to look at. - I'm not a degenerate. I'm a professional.
Open up a fresh pack, Nancy, would you?
It's a good steady gig. Keeps me out of trouble.
Hi, Patrick.
CHO: Yeah, we're in Meier's work office.
It's a male hand, or a not very femme female.
TRASK: Good night, Freddy.
I dumped the body at Matt's. I knew his affair with Ann would come to light.
...a hand being discovered like this is an old-school mafia signature.
No, it's not. We can only congratulate you on your good luck...
Why didn't you tell us you were involved with Mrs. Meier from the start?
Jim was obsessed with the casino. That's what he loved.
So in the end, he... He was there for you.
Thirty-five cents.
[JANE CLEARS THRO AT]
- We can't keep this stuff. - We can't?
What's the bet, kid?