Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...to get me out of Jessica's life.

Oh, no point. I love it.

Yes. He was just checking in.

[DANIEL SCOFFS]

Uh, sorry to interrupt. Quick question.

LISBON: If you knew it, why didn't you tell us?

- Thirty-five cents? - Yeah.

Keep squeezing them, baby. Make them squeal.

Not super enthusiastic.

Good to see you. You want a sandwich?

As head of security, she's ultimately his responsibility.

- Horse puckey. It was me who skinned him. - Whatever, kid.

...what did you tell him?

Hey, a bet's a bet, right?

...but they didn't bring it out.

Jim knew that Ann was out of their relationship a long time ago.

Well, as you can imagine, we're all still shell-shocked around here.

Ask Matt and he'll tell you the same thing.

And she will swear blind she said nothing.

You don't seriously believe that's what happened to Jim?

- Yes, boss. - And check up on Jane.

Apparently he was hit several times with a heavy cylindrical object like a pipe or a bat.

But he's got no collateral and I don't trust him for an IOU.

...military history, gaming theory, reference section.

...if you made him disappear? - I have my own money.

I'm not proud of it.

When we first met, you were more concerned about the football scores...

I don't care what he says. That man is psychic.

So when you're searching for a killer, the degenerate gambler in the room...

...so we agreed to meet at 12:30 that night.

Go to his office and see if you can locate the footage.

So where is it? The money?

Ah, but someone is always winning.

Yesterday. Tuesday morning.

The number 43 was written on Mr. Meier's hand.

I couldn't let that happen.

I play with casino money, to break the ice, get the heavy action going.

...fired me then and there. Said he'd do everything in his power...

I'm sorry, boss, what do you mean?

But I was hoping that maybe you could set me up in a good high-stakes game of poker.