Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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