Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...that almost killed Mr. Faulk here. - I surely did not.

Thank you for your time.

- Yeah, boss? - Let Lee Skelling go.

- You're kidding. - Let me guess.

CHO: What is that?

It's okay. Everyone just stay calm. It's no problem.

I have no idea. But it's a pleasant spot, and I have sandwiches.

His statements in no way reflect the official view of the CBI.

Oh, wow, that worked. Suddenly I trust you.

Ego and pride and vanity, I expect.

I listen to the police scanner. Kind of a hobby.

I was tempting fate to prove a point, and now poor Nadia has paid for it.

Because nobody gets on top of Randall Faulk, do they?

- Is that all? - Yeah, that's all.

Eureka. I found a trading account that made a series of moves in the market...

...out on an outdoor adventure retreat. Our victim was VP of Human Resources.

Mr. Faulk, where does Mr. Cooby put his feet up?

Your friends already took Lee. What do you want?

You want group therapy?

- War? - Yeah, you know, those paintball guns?

This week that we spend here is not a vacation. This is a test.

Our companies employ over half a million people.

- You have a register of malcontents? - Anyone who's sued us or threatened to.

You knew how to disarm the bomb.

- Now, can I catch you? - Come on.

Staff kitchen, you said. This way?

You know that. We're keeping an open mind.

- It was? - And why did you build this clever thing?

"When all go to bed they best say their goodbyes."

He wouldn't want it to interfere with your kayaking schedule.

...to be brave enough to tell him so. - How dare you?

- Joyce, you first. - Me first to do what exactly?

There were dinosaurs swimming above us.

Yeah, it came loose at some point, disarmed her.

Same time as every night, about half past midnight.

Will you help us?

What does that mean?

- Grief isn't productive, and that's all. - I don't buy that.

The CEO shook my hand. I had it in writing.

- Wait. I think we should wait. - What for? What could possibly happen?