Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Uh, T.C. It's also pouring down rain...

I don't think I know him. Of course, it's hard to tell from this.

- They're shooting at you. - No, they're not.

What do you mean is it mine? Doesn't it look like it's mine?

From the smell, I'd guess he died sometime late Friday.

The second I entered Cooly's office,

I mean, they gonna take my number and fine my behind.

Uh, you tell 'em that you're here to pick up your brother's personal gear.

Very funny. Very funny. Will you wait for me in the office?

Of course not. Well, neither do I.

Don't look at the elevator. Work the lock.

Well, neither do I, but I bet you it's cold enough to raise goose bumps on your butt just thinking about it.

You always read on duty, seaman? N-No, sir.

Alice joined her father at Arlington Cemetery to bury her brother... with honors.

T.C., I wish you'd get in the spirit of this case.

- Hey, man. Are those girls naked? - T.C., will you concentrate on the mission?

- I don't accept tips. - Yeah, I bet you don't give 'em either.

I know. I don't believe that either.

[ Elevator Dings ]

Maybe we'll catch him buying the gold.

And what if there is? I thought you could entice them away from the desk.

my nose told me my domino theory wouldn't work.

Her father taught her. Her husband.

By dawn, the police had sent copies of the blowup to all the airlines.

was about to change hands in Hawaii.... at half that price.

But this timing is lousy.

Those who can end life and those who can't.

Alice, somebody already did.

In fact, I've never met him.

These guys, they just drove it over the edge. At least, that's how the cops figured it.