Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sterling Frost Sr.: My God, kid.
How, how do you know this is Caine's suite?
-Hey, Chuck. -Yeah.
for saying yes right now.
(people chattering)
Thinks maybe private games are not such good luck for him.
He's going to wear a clicker on his ankle.
never in corporate-owned casinos,
But do me a favor,
(people chattering)
"I think this 'cause I think this,"
she tried to call me last night.
Hmm.
-Yeah. -You can't blame yourself.
These rich fucks have these rings.
Oh, my God.
And he figures this place just runs itself.
the obvious answer is her husband called her.
that Sterling Frost Casino plays dirty.
You're comin' with me.
So it's unlikely he'll move it.
Have a seat.
God.
So I'm watching the news and they're saying about the whole thing,
That you figure we killed her?
I'm going to touch my nose.
Yeah, son of a bitch.
Charlie, we talked about this.
Right.
-Something up? -Nah.
Charlie: Thank you.
Her shift ends at 9:00.
I'm not, uh... What's the word?
So for tonight, just don't tell anyone about this, okay?
(chuckles) Alright.
Sheriff: The investigation isn't closed yet.
(door closes)
Aren't you pissed?
With my mom and everything, I can't afford it.
No, it doesn't work like that.
Maybe that's a dumb reason for me to stay with Jerry,
Natalie, where are you, you dumb (bleep)?
and she actually did something about it.
(men chattering)
but that actually makes perfect sense.
-(people chattering) -(machines beeping)
where she puts her clothes with the, the--
thinking you're going to get a confession
milquetoast collection of the best poker players
Mr. Sterling. Yeah, it's, uh, been a while.
One more night.
Everything's going to be alright.
Please tell me that you kicked his ass out.
when I saw something on the TV,
Word spread quick.
met at a Fairfield Inn suite off I-25.
Hey, did you talk to the police about Natalie's death?
Thursday night mid-stakes ring game.
Goddammit. What is with me and that word? Yes.
Man, it just...
And then I remember,
Turns out he's doing private pick-up games in our suite.
you can thank me.
Sheriff: I'm still not sure I understand how I can help you.
I'm happy you're enjoying your dead-end life.
You got somewhere safe to go?
what he means to this casino.
He's going to be there, and he'll be sorry and sweet.
You can get this one.
Your choice.
Let's see how we did. Hmm?
He's seen you on the floor.
Yeah.
He's not it. I was, uh, cleaning the room,
(Paul McCartney and the Wings' "Junior's Farm" playing)