Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He's seen you on the floor.
Man, it just...
(men chattering)
Have a seat.
With my mom and everything, I can't afford it.
That you figure we killed her?
Goddammit. What is with me and that word? Yes.
But do me a favor,
So it's unlikely he'll move it.
Thinks maybe private games are not such good luck for him.
Word spread quick.
Thursday night mid-stakes ring game.
"I think this 'cause I think this,"
never in corporate-owned casinos,
Yeah.
I'm not, uh... What's the word?
the obvious answer is her husband called her.
where she puts her clothes with the, the--
Charlie, we talked about this.
-Something up? -Nah.
and she actually did something about it.
milquetoast collection of the best poker players
(people chattering)
thinking you're going to get a confession
Turns out he's doing private pick-up games in our suite.
Let's see how we did. Hmm?
she tried to call me last night.
Charlie: Thank you.
Sheriff: I'm still not sure I understand how I can help you.
Your choice.
when I saw something on the TV,
I'm going to touch my nose.
Maybe that's a dumb reason for me to stay with Jerry,
No, it doesn't work like that.
He's not it. I was, uh, cleaning the room,
He's going to be there, and he'll be sorry and sweet.
Mr. Sterling. Yeah, it's, uh, been a while.
You got somewhere safe to go?
Right.
Sterling Frost Sr.: My God, kid.
Please tell me that you kicked his ass out.
God.
Hey, did you talk to the police about Natalie's death?
Oh, my God.
-Hey, Chuck. -Yeah.
Yeah, son of a bitch.
(door closes)
These rich fucks have these rings.
Aren't you pissed?
for saying yes right now.
-(people chattering) -(machines beeping)
what he means to this casino.
Hmm.
that Sterling Frost Casino plays dirty.
Her shift ends at 9:00.
He's going to wear a clicker on his ankle.
Natalie, where are you, you dumb (bleep)?
-Yeah. -You can't blame yourself.
How, how do you know this is Caine's suite?
You can get this one.
(Paul McCartney and the Wings' "Junior's Farm" playing)
Everything's going to be alright.
One more night.
You're comin' with me.
Sheriff: The investigation isn't closed yet.
(chuckles) Alright.
(people chattering)
you can thank me.
And then I remember,
I'm happy you're enjoying your dead-end life.
So for tonight, just don't tell anyone about this, okay?
but that actually makes perfect sense.
And he figures this place just runs itself.
met at a Fairfield Inn suite off I-25.
So I'm watching the news and they're saying about the whole thing,