Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Did you see a customer matching that description?
Besides which, it was dark, and I was running my tail off...
...this pretty rock from his desk...
We'd better go some place where we can continue...
- They said he died of fractures. - Which he could've gotten at the party.
Left. Right!
Come on.
Starting with how she knew.
He did? When was that?
The Vegas Police know Thorn, but he must have connections.
...unless I get some money today.
...to pay phone in alley.
Okay?
- For murder. - Murder?
Okay, Frank, we can finish that later. Take that with you, will you?
Well, that might be worth a try.
- Panama Club? - You were there, weren't you, Lou?
She was my best friend.
About Ginger, and Sonja.
- We've got to end this right now. - No way.
That's where he ducked into.
Yeah, look, lieutenant...
- We can check that out with... - Albert.
We'll give you the rest when we get there. Okay?
Posey knocked Thorn down...
- Get out! - What's the matter, Francie?
- Who? - Albert.
I saw him...
Well, look, I have some bad news.
All except the bad ones, huh?
- Does that tell you something? - He was a lousy tipper?
I know how to do those things.
Oh, come on, us?
It's got nothing to do with our deal.
- The guy's a flake. - Flake?
Bye-bye, small potatoes.
...real classical. - Do me a favour, huh?
You want to tell us about it now, Anton?
But Ginger knows a lot of men.
We'll need a list of every customer...
Jack Thorn. Las Vegas.
And I mean a lot of money.