Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now you can call him and tell him that Alexandra Yee cooperated with us.
...dump the hand and hide the body.
- We can't keep this stuff. - We can't?
But there's about 500 books.
[JANE CLEARS THRO AT]
What's the bet, kid?
The mafia's not running anything anymore.
Uh, I guess you do.
So in the end, he... He was there for you.
See if you can cross-reference it with anything else. Matt.
[PHONE DIALING]
The ME says Jim was killed sometime between the hours of 10 p.m. And 1 a.m.
No, it's not. We can only congratulate you on your good luck...
Jim was obsessed with the casino. That's what he loved.
Consultant.
It's a good steady gig. Keeps me out of trouble.
...a hand being discovered like this is an old-school mafia signature.
They didn't have it at the casino gift store.
Yeah, you're right.
...a maze of passages that lead you back to the pens, or in this case, the slots.
Mr. Etienne, I have a warrant to search your property.
But he loved me. I know he did. He just...
JANE: That's a sweet boat.
He wasn't around much when you were growing up, was he?
...is a good person to look at. - I'm not a degenerate. I'm a professional.
I was actually just going through all of the papers.
[PHONE RINGING]
TRASK: Good night, Freddy.
We were bound to find out.
Hi, Patrick.
Open up a fresh pack, Nancy, would you?
CHO: Yeah, we're in Meier's work office.
...and a lucky $ 100,000 chip on a string round his neck. That's all.
- I didn't kill him. - Was she giving you half of his estate...
Hi, my name's Patrick.
I dumped the body at Matt's. I knew his affair with Ann would come to light.
- Do we have an ID at least? - The prints say it's James Quincy Meier.
Hit me.
[ALL CHUCKLING]
Sorry about that. Nice win.
Who owns this casino?
Thirty-five cents.
Why didn't you tell us you were involved with Mrs. Meier from the start?
Not exactly. It's a long story.
It's a male hand, or a not very femme female.