Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...against you to coincide with her departure.
Look at that. Look what I found.
Almost certainly belongs to Mr. Cooby.
- Jeez, why in heck would I do all that? - That's what we'd like to know.
Oh.
- Okay. - Okay, bye.
...you'll see an arrogant and greedy person punished with death...
Who had access to the chutes after you rigged them?
Jake? Can't be.
- Is that trust? No. - Well, we have to remedy this.
I mean, why couldn't I just be quiet? Keep my job?
- Oh, you let him tell you what to do? - That's enough.
- Any messages from Joe Public? - Not a word.
- Why? - Because I'm dying.
Do I have to?
This is a test of our strength. David would want us to continue.
- You don't trust me? - Of course not.
...before I'd ever cut his chute that way.
You planted it to divert suspicion from yourself.
...is at the core of the philosophy of Carnelian's success.
Then Sobell was shot and I saw your whole game, Randy.
Must be a secret grudge.
Lee's done nothing. Nothing.
Yes, and cut Whittaker's parachute, and planted the bomb...
- No way. - He was a soldier. He can kill.
- Now it's back to jazz on KRA... - Talk to me.
How so?
We should talk to the Carnelian executives.
We're looking for Nadia Sobell.
The bullet that killed Nadia, apparently very special.
You got it, boss.
Sniveling lackey pigs is what you are, you know that? Damn lackeys.
That's the master strap, okay? And it was cut nearly clean through.
That's out there.
As soon as the scene's clear, go to the airport.
I have scored one for the little guy, and I will do it again...
You divide into teams, get dressed up and creep around trying to kill each other.
There's a subsidiary track to a British bank.