Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thanks.
- Mr. White? - Yeah.
...of finding counterfeit money around here.
Hey, you folks sure take your time about getting to a place.
I don't care what it costs, find Rankin and put him away. This time for good.
Somebody was gonna dump about a million in cash on the street.
...was a disagreement among old friends.
...the time to see you tonight after all. So go home, huh?
...but at best, it's a long shot.
I've never been so scared in my life
- Good evening, Mr. White. - What's Vic Rankin doing here?
...is he going to those Gamblers Anonymous meetings...
I've done a lot of stupid things...
Vic...
- It does now. - Yeah. You're a cop!
I know that Rankin has owed Lemke some money...
You sweat, White.
When you lie, the hairs on the back of your neck curl up.
- I don't want to tell it to you again. - All right, all right, all right.
Wait a second.
Have your pickle?
Now that he's gone, what am I gonna do?
- And Rankin contacted him? - I'm not sure, but somebody tried.