Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, come on, us?
We'd better go some place where we can continue...
She was my best friend.
And I mean a lot of money.
I saw him...
- For murder. - Murder?
Yeah, look, lieutenant...
Jack Thorn. Las Vegas.
Well, look, I have some bad news.
He did? When was that?
...this pretty rock from his desk...
Okay, Frank, we can finish that later. Take that with you, will you?
Come on.
All except the bad ones, huh?
But Ginger knows a lot of men.
It's got nothing to do with our deal.
...to pay phone in alley.
- They said he died of fractures. - Which he could've gotten at the party.
- We've got to end this right now. - No way.
Well, that might be worth a try.
Posey knocked Thorn down...
...real classical. - Do me a favour, huh?
...unless I get some money today.
- We can check that out with... - Albert.
Did you see a customer matching that description?
- Does that tell you something? - He was a lousy tipper?
The Vegas Police know Thorn, but he must have connections.
- The guy's a flake. - Flake?
- Panama Club? - You were there, weren't you, Lou?
Okay?
About Ginger, and Sonja.
We'll give you the rest when we get there. Okay?
You want to tell us about it now, Anton?
I know how to do those things.
Bye-bye, small potatoes.
That's where he ducked into.
- Get out! - What's the matter, Francie?
Besides which, it was dark, and I was running my tail off...
Left. Right!
- Who? - Albert.
Starting with how she knew.
We'll need a list of every customer...