Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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