Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And to hear you tell this story, I was the Cincinnati Kid,

And if you can think of anything specific

And now you know what?

Hi, Cliff, he's still in there with some--

Cliff: Oh, tell Daddy how you handled it.

Yeah. She's staying with me tonight.

I'm missing something, Nat.

You're not a cop.

You guys making some money on a nice fucking--

So I think he caught her doing it,

It's big. It's heavy.

Some drunk on the casino floor

Charlie, I'm not having a good morning.

Well, yeah, but...

There's only one reason she would have taken

He didn't give it to me. I manage it.

We can order food if you want,

(phone ringing)

Alright. And I think maybe there was

There's not much I can do to mess things up.

And we'll station you up in my office.

We've got to lock down all of the exits now.

Sterling: No, I believe,

I'm not firing you.

I just spoke to the medical examiner.

What's missing?

-Who? -Michael Westen.

I'm blackballed.

Pull the plug on this thing, Sterling.

No. Where you, where you, um--

And when I do kill you, finally,

Charlie: Alright, so let me get this straight.

because it was right here

-Oh, bullshit. -What?

Then tell me what to do.

in central Colorado

(door opens, closes)

Once upon a time in Denver,

We both make a ton of dough.

Even when he figured it out, he couldn't believe it.

(coins clinking)

see previous note, re: my cops.

That's as good as I can get it.

-That's-- -Bar's still open?

Here, use the private elevator.

for some reason, and I want to know why.

It's Cliff. We have a code red.

They'll get right to it. So you stay here.

(refrigerator door opens)

-Listen, I know she's, I just need to tell her-- -She's not here.

but you said that she got sick and you had the combo

-Nah. -It's just a general...

You're wearing a pound of chrome on your face?

'Cause there's not a corner in this country

Alright, Sterls, let's do it.

I got no way to elegantly segue into this.

But Caine is our Moby Dick.

Hey, babe. Missed you.

I mean, when you put it together with all the other stuff,

I'm here. Sorry.

which makes sense.

And it's tragic. (sighs)

(increases volume)

Oh sure. Have a beer.

But she didn't show the police, obviously.

Alright, so she was a friend of mine.

Reporter: Mr. Hill was detained by hotel security

to just put the gun

Cliff: (over phone) Okay. It's done.

every big roller in the world,

Th-there's smaller bars. Little bars.

Natalie: It's his house.

You gonna say it?

Wait, who is he shouting for?

Sterling: Two of hearts.