Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

in central Colorado

It's Cliff. We have a code red.

Cliff: Oh, tell Daddy how you handled it.

Charlie: Alright, so let me get this straight.

What's missing?

Sterling: No, I believe,

I mean, when you put it together with all the other stuff,

Alright, Sterls, let's do it.

Pull the plug on this thing, Sterling.

You guys making some money on a nice fucking--

-Listen, I know she's, I just need to tell her-- -She's not here.

I'm not firing you.

Once upon a time in Denver,

Charlie, I'm not having a good morning.

-Nah. -It's just a general...

Well, yeah, but...

Alright. And I think maybe there was

Then tell me what to do.

Reporter: Mr. Hill was detained by hotel security

every big roller in the world,

because it was right here

And now you know what?

(door opens, closes)

Cliff: (over phone) Okay. It's done.

We both make a ton of dough.

And when I do kill you, finally,

Alright, so she was a friend of mine.

It's big. It's heavy.

And if you can think of anything specific

No. Where you, where you, um--

There's only one reason she would have taken

He didn't give it to me. I manage it.

Here, use the private elevator.

(phone ringing)

-Who? -Michael Westen.

I got no way to elegantly segue into this.

for some reason, and I want to know why.

You gonna say it?

Some drunk on the casino floor

That's as good as I can get it.

Natalie: It's his house.

But Caine is our Moby Dick.

I'm blackballed.

Even when he figured it out, he couldn't believe it.

Sterling: Two of hearts.

We can order food if you want,

And we'll station you up in my office.

see previous note, re: my cops.

So I think he caught her doing it,

Wait, who is he shouting for?

Th-there's smaller bars. Little bars.

We've got to lock down all of the exits now.

(coins clinking)

to just put the gun

but you said that she got sick and you had the combo

But she didn't show the police, obviously.

I just spoke to the medical examiner.

'Cause there's not a corner in this country

-Oh, bullshit. -What?

-That's-- -Bar's still open?

And to hear you tell this story, I was the Cincinnati Kid,

(increases volume)

There's not much I can do to mess things up.

I'm missing something, Nat.

I'm here. Sorry.

Hi, Cliff, he's still in there with some--

which makes sense.

They'll get right to it. So you stay here.

And it's tragic. (sighs)

Hey, babe. Missed you.

You're not a cop.

Yeah. She's staying with me tonight.

Oh sure. Have a beer.

(refrigerator door opens)

You're wearing a pound of chrome on your face?