Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't care what he says. That man is psychic.

Jim knew that Ann was out of their relationship a long time ago.

Yes. He was just checking in.

- Horse puckey. It was me who skinned him. - Whatever, kid.

When we first met, you were more concerned about the football scores...

- Yes, boss. - And check up on Jane.

Not super enthusiastic.

...fired me then and there. Said he'd do everything in his power...

The number 43 was written on Mr. Meier's hand.

So when you're searching for a killer, the degenerate gambler in the room...

But he's got no collateral and I don't trust him for an IOU.

Oh, no point. I love it.

As head of security, she's ultimately his responsibility.

I couldn't let that happen.

I'm not proud of it.

I'm sorry, boss, what do you mean?

Keep squeezing them, baby. Make them squeal.

...but they didn't bring it out.

...if you made him disappear? - I have my own money.

...so we agreed to meet at 12:30 that night.

...what did you tell him?

Ask Matt and he'll tell you the same thing.

Well, as you can imagine, we're all still shell-shocked around here.

LISBON: If you knew it, why didn't you tell us?

You don't seriously believe that's what happened to Jim?

But I was hoping that maybe you could set me up in a good high-stakes game of poker.

Good to see you. You want a sandwich?

Uh, sorry to interrupt. Quick question.

...military history, gaming theory, reference section.

Go to his office and see if you can locate the footage.

Hey, a bet's a bet, right?

[DANIEL SCOFFS]

Yesterday. Tuesday morning.

- Thirty-five cents? - Yeah.

...to get me out of Jessica's life.

I play with casino money, to break the ice, get the heavy action going.

Apparently he was hit several times with a heavy cylindrical object like a pipe or a bat.

And she will swear blind she said nothing.

Ah, but someone is always winning.

So where is it? The money?