Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Because gamblers talk.
Domestic abuse escalating into something like this,
He's fine. Yeah.
-Her locker? -Her locker.
Mint-arino.
Well, we decided not to press charges.
Cliff got him. You're alright.
Nat kept her phone off during her shift.
Segue into what?
she tried to call me the night she died,
Well, your dad gave you this casino,
But no, no, no. You just let him go
Hello, Miss Cale.
Nine, two, four, eight.
with Cliff.
Hey, Debbie, I'm off this week.
We're going to have to contact the FBI,
That's the best way to describe it.
Charlie.
She might have been asking if she could stay with me.
Presidential suite's the only one
Sterling: So what? So he's a lefty.
that can help, call me.
but she did something about it.
What the fuck are you looking at?
I'm doing something about it right now.
Can you do your thing over video?
he told me three things.
The night you pitched me this whole thing
you don't just toss evidence around.
And my dad figured out what she was doing.
Louis, yeah.
but about the stupid, meaningless shit, you know.
-Jerry. -(gunshot)
I won't have a beer and be a dumbass.
like the police.
Her locker code.
One point five million. Clean. Cash.
Yeah, they had it on my news.
and didn't give it back.
Past few years, he's spent less and less at our tables.
What, you got to actually work?
He's gone.
I don't know how she found that.
No. Coffee.
-(sighs) -Everything alright?
-I'm fine. -Well, bullshit, but alright.
I think, probably have to give a statement.
no podunk penny game in this country
Losing your friend, blaming yourself.
I was knitting on the couch. The Apple TV was on
and later, at his wife's request,
As far as anyone could tell,
I scrutinize.
By touch, I mean steal.
of questioning, like the whole thing.
You know who this is?
Why not?
She was cleaning Mr. Caine's presidential suite.
But for you to be a nobody,
He's got all the time in the world
(knocking on door)
(heavy breathing)
Nine-two-four-eight.
Right now, he's raising big.
You're blackballed.
I, I just don't know when I could have missed it.
Fuck.
(car door closes)
If Caine wasn't late, this would be a problem.
they all know.
Where were we?
(people chattering)
I'll use it.
who the fuck are you sending your dick to?
Now I know.
You figured.
Uh, I don't know what version of the story you got.
To them, it's a drip in the bucket.
Not you, though. It's too risky.
and I'm doing just fine.
snuck into a tournament,
with Mr. Hill coming to his wife's place of work