Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We're looking for Nadia Sobell.

Must be a secret grudge.

The bullet that killed Nadia, apparently very special.

As soon as the scene's clear, go to the airport.

Who had access to the chutes after you rigged them?

Lee's done nothing. Nothing.

You got it, boss.

- Why? - Because I'm dying.

We should talk to the Carnelian executives.

That's out there.

- Jeez, why in heck would I do all that? - That's what we'd like to know.

Sniveling lackey pigs is what you are, you know that? Damn lackeys.

- Okay. - Okay, bye.

...before I'd ever cut his chute that way.

- Oh, you let him tell you what to do? - That's enough.

I have scored one for the little guy, and I will do it again...

- You don't trust me? - Of course not.

You planted it to divert suspicion from yourself.

That's the master strap, okay? And it was cut nearly clean through.

Jake? Can't be.

Almost certainly belongs to Mr. Cooby.

Yes, and cut Whittaker's parachute, and planted the bomb...

- No way. - He was a soldier. He can kill.

- Any messages from Joe Public? - Not a word.

Look at that. Look what I found.

...against you to coincide with her departure.

Then Sobell was shot and I saw your whole game, Randy.

- Now it's back to jazz on KRA... - Talk to me.

I mean, why couldn't I just be quiet? Keep my job?

...you'll see an arrogant and greedy person punished with death...

...is at the core of the philosophy of Carnelian's success.

- Is that trust? No. - Well, we have to remedy this.

There's a subsidiary track to a British bank.

This is a test of our strength. David would want us to continue.

You divide into teams, get dressed up and creep around trying to kill each other.