Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Any messages from Joe Public? - Not a word.
- Okay. - Okay, bye.
- Why? - Because I'm dying.
Lee's done nothing. Nothing.
There's a subsidiary track to a British bank.
...is at the core of the philosophy of Carnelian's success.
We're looking for Nadia Sobell.
Sniveling lackey pigs is what you are, you know that? Damn lackeys.
How so?
Do I have to?
As soon as the scene's clear, go to the airport.
Then Sobell was shot and I saw your whole game, Randy.
Jake? Can't be.
This is a test of our strength. David would want us to continue.
You got it, boss.
Look at that. Look what I found.
Almost certainly belongs to Mr. Cooby.
- Jeez, why in heck would I do all that? - That's what we'd like to know.
I have scored one for the little guy, and I will do it again...
The bullet that killed Nadia, apparently very special.
You planted it to divert suspicion from yourself.
Who had access to the chutes after you rigged them?
- Oh, you let him tell you what to do? - That's enough.
- No way. - He was a soldier. He can kill.
That's the master strap, okay? And it was cut nearly clean through.
We should talk to the Carnelian executives.
Must be a secret grudge.
- Now it's back to jazz on KRA... - Talk to me.
...before I'd ever cut his chute that way.
- Is that trust? No. - Well, we have to remedy this.
Yes, and cut Whittaker's parachute, and planted the bomb...
I mean, why couldn't I just be quiet? Keep my job?
That's out there.
...against you to coincide with her departure.
...you'll see an arrogant and greedy person punished with death...
Oh.
You divide into teams, get dressed up and creep around trying to kill each other.
- You don't trust me? - Of course not.