Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Is that all? - Yeah, that's all.
Same time as every night, about half past midnight.
Staff kitchen, you said. This way?
- You have a register of malcontents? - Anyone who's sued us or threatened to.
This week that we spend here is not a vacation. This is a test.
You want group therapy?
[COCKS GUN]
Oh, wow, that worked. Suddenly I trust you.
Because nobody gets on top of Randall Faulk, do they?
Ma'am?
CHO: What is that?
- You're kidding. - Let me guess.
What does that mean?
Our companies employ over half a million people.
Your friends already took Lee. What do you want?
It's okay. Everyone just stay calm. It's no problem.
- Grief isn't productive, and that's all. - I don't buy that.
"When all go to bed they best say their goodbyes."
- It was? - And why did you build this clever thing?
The CEO shook my hand. I had it in writing.
Will you help us?
Yeah, it came loose at some point, disarmed her.
You knew how to disarm the bomb.
Ego and pride and vanity, I expect.
Mr. Faulk, where does Mr. Cooby put his feet up?
...that almost killed Mr. Faulk here. - I surely did not.
Thank you for your time.
- Yeah, boss? - Let Lee Skelling go.
I will.
- War? - Yeah, you know, those paintball guns?
...to be brave enough to tell him so. - How dare you?
His statements in no way reflect the official view of the CBI.
I have no idea. But it's a pleasant spot, and I have sandwiches.
- Now, can I catch you? - Come on.
You know that. We're keeping an open mind.
- Wait. I think we should wait. - What for? What could possibly happen?
...out on an outdoor adventure retreat. Our victim was VP of Human Resources.
Eureka. I found a trading account that made a series of moves in the market...
There were dinosaurs swimming above us.
- Joyce, you first. - Me first to do what exactly?
Right.
I was tempting fate to prove a point, and now poor Nadia has paid for it.
He wouldn't want it to interfere with your kayaking schedule.
I listen to the police scanner. Kind of a hobby.