Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-(sighs) -Everything alright?
(heavy breathing)
no podunk penny game in this country
The night you pitched me this whole thing
of questioning, like the whole thing.
and didn't give it back.
he told me three things.
That's the best way to describe it.
Where were we?
she tried to call me the night she died,
And my dad figured out what she was doing.
No. Coffee.
I scrutinize.
If Caine wasn't late, this would be a problem.
You're blackballed.
with Cliff.
I think, probably have to give a statement.
and I'm doing just fine.
I'm doing something about it right now.
Domestic abuse escalating into something like this,
What, you got to actually work?
-I'm fine. -Well, bullshit, but alright.
Uh, I don't know what version of the story you got.
Her locker code.
Presidential suite's the only one
like the police.
Because gamblers talk.
One point five million. Clean. Cash.
He's got all the time in the world
you don't just toss evidence around.
Segue into what?
Mint-arino.
(people chattering)
Well, your dad gave you this casino,
Well, we decided not to press charges.
She might have been asking if she could stay with me.
who the fuck are you sending your dick to?
You know who this is?
You figured.
-Jerry. -(gunshot)
Hey, Debbie, I'm off this week.
He's fine. Yeah.
Can you do your thing over video?
Cliff got him. You're alright.
Nine, two, four, eight.
I don't know how she found that.
but she did something about it.
What the fuck are you looking at?
Sterling: So what? So he's a lefty.
To them, it's a drip in the bucket.
(car door closes)
But no, no, no. You just let him go
Charlie.
but about the stupid, meaningless shit, you know.
Hello, Miss Cale.
-Her locker? -Her locker.
snuck into a tournament,
Past few years, he's spent less and less at our tables.
Nine-two-four-eight.
But for you to be a nobody,
Louis, yeah.
(knocking on door)
they all know.
Nat kept her phone off during her shift.
Yeah, they had it on my news.
I, I just don't know when I could have missed it.
Right now, he's raising big.
Fuck.
Now I know.
We're going to have to contact the FBI,
and later, at his wife's request,
that can help, call me.
Why not?
She was cleaning Mr. Caine's presidential suite.
He's gone.
Losing your friend, blaming yourself.
I won't have a beer and be a dumbass.
with Mr. Hill coming to his wife's place of work
I'll use it.
As far as anyone could tell,
Not you, though. It's too risky.
By touch, I mean steal.
I was knitting on the couch. The Apple TV was on