Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Huh. -Sterling: Mm-hmm.

across the middle of the country.

I don't know. Where's Caine?

-It's a thing I have, you know. -Security: Empty your pockets.

Yeah, well, alright.

Front seat or the trunk.

keep Caine happy.

I don't know how I missed it.

Her-her thing, her, when they were going to cut it off,

(ball clatters)

we bump it to the top of the ticket

I'm saying it could be. There's no solid connection--

(Natalie sighs)

Hm? About 50 things.

Look, working this county, I see this more than I'd like.

You see, Sterling,

I know it's different on TV, but when you're a cop,

just reading the news on here.

One click for true,

Is Cliff...? He's offsite.

And he watched her.

Are you 100 percent certain?

Get a restraining order.

you took Jerry into the back room that night.

You get me in his private game,

Why someone is lying.

Look, I don't care.

but I was with Natalie, and she didn't request shit,

(engine rumbling)

Who's going to give enough of a shit to not believe it?

You know, I've made mistakes. I haven't, uh...

(engine starts)

I know this is a big deal.

Day after tomorrow. We got 48 hours.

-What the fuck is this? -No, no.

-Charlie. -Son of a bitch.

And that means that, that Cliff took it

* Another fool *

"This is a real mess, kid."

hit 'em where it hurts.

-(TV playing loudly) -(Natalie sighs)

-I think he liked you. -(Charlie chuckles)

-The cloud. -The cloud.

So you're not good. So what's up?

I had money for dumb shit.

the high roller room.

All of his players are still waiting at the bar.

I would never hurt her.

Cliff, what's up?

What are you looking at, huh?

that's off-the-grid enough for you to hide from me.

What? I hear bullshit, I say bullshit.

He had been texting me crazy shit all morning.

Sterling Sr.: You tell me where you are.

I let you off once, Charlie.

No Caine yet, we have time for another round?

I'm handling this.

How could I read the cards?