Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I got it.
(MAN YELLING)
I can't.
We're keeping you safe.
- Are you sure, babe? - Mmm-hmm.
Who are you, old man?
I don't know how many times I can say sorry.
It's a lot of responsibility.
Matching insurance policies on St. John and his wife.
(ELEVATOR DINGS)
STUART: (OVER VOICEMAIL) This is 310-555-0199. Leave a message.
# On the night you led me under your sin #
Freeze!
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Blood. Pieces of flesh and shit. It's disgusting.
Where is he? Where is he? He's back in Phillips' car. Why?
I want to go to the funeral.
We sent a car to her address. It was listed on her license.
He disappeared.
I will find you.
- Be careful. They're really hot. - Thanks.
(SIGHS)
You? Me?
It is my turn to lose the game.
It's um... I guess it's not something I was really planning on, or...
Let's do a full sweep of the car.
Of course we're done.
CASEY: Hi, Kim.
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
are the phone records to see if there are any clues.
But I am leaving you something here in return.
and I am not comfortable being away for a month right now. Kim? It's not Kim.
Brooks. I want the full work-up on a black Porsche, license plate number 6-8-9-M-J-C-6.
You can do whatever the hell you want. Either way...
Call came from an unlisted number.
(MAN 1 SPEAKING RUSSIAN) MAN 2: Mmm-hmm.
Why are there still cops camped outside?
Bryan.
What do I have to do?
(HANDCUFFS RATTLING)
So, what's the plan?
I started packing her stuff. It just.... It doesn't feel real.
In one hour.
# Ooh, ooh, blush #
Two, please.
Okay, let's go get drunk.
Get me a location on St. John's phone.
You have the right to an attorney to have one present during questioning.
(PANTING)
in my apartment.
Stuart is in Vegas. Why?
For all of us. (SCOFFS) Why do you have to be so damn honorable?
(GUNSHOT)
nobody claimed it yet, so...
His associates held guns on my men in the front of your home.
- (GRUNTS) - (PANTING)
CASEY: Oh, you're going to help, all right. Like bait helps to catch a shark.
(GROANS)
BERNIE: Can somebody drop the flag stick? (CELL PHONE RINGING)
Maybe there's something there.
SMITH: Allegedly.
visual information...
Yes.
She's in the can.
Wait.
Oh, Lennie.
They think my dad's going to just show up here? Are they stupid or something?
What?
- Oh, no. - (BOTH LAUGHING)
$12 million. Each.
You're on the news.
(BOTH SCREAMING)
Oh shut up, his is bigger than yours!
What?
COP 1: Now! COP 2: Down!
I swear. I don't know anything.
And who's he?
He's just being Dotzler. You know what it is? He's a control freak.
(GRUNTS)
I am asking you to stop seeing my wife. Can you do that?
(MAN GROANS)
they will send the elevator up.
So, are we done, Inspector?
What a disappointment to see it's not here.
It's a four-man job. We can't do it without you.
Just keep me up to date on what comes up.
STUART: I met him when I was doing a deal involving heavy machinery.
GIRL 1: No, it's cool, I have seen him. I completely understand.
You really think my father would hurt me?
My first priority is my daughter.
Perfect. Please.
If something comes to mind, anything at all...
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.
(COPS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)