Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We're looking for Nadia Sobell.

This is a test of our strength. David would want us to continue.

- Oh, you let him tell you what to do? - That's enough.

The bullet that killed Nadia, apparently very special.

Almost certainly belongs to Mr. Cooby.

Sniveling lackey pigs is what you are, you know that? Damn lackeys.

Must be a secret grudge.

Yes, and cut Whittaker's parachute, and planted the bomb...

...is at the core of the philosophy of Carnelian's success.

Look at that. Look what I found.

As soon as the scene's clear, go to the airport.

...before I'd ever cut his chute that way.

You planted it to divert suspicion from yourself.

I mean, why couldn't I just be quiet? Keep my job?

You divide into teams, get dressed up and creep around trying to kill each other.

Lee's done nothing. Nothing.

- You don't trust me? - Of course not.

You got it, boss.

- Now it's back to jazz on KRA... - Talk to me.

- Jeez, why in heck would I do all that? - That's what we'd like to know.

That's out there.

I have scored one for the little guy, and I will do it again...

- Is that trust? No. - Well, we have to remedy this.

That's the master strap, okay? And it was cut nearly clean through.

- Why? - Because I'm dying.

...you'll see an arrogant and greedy person punished with death...

- No way. - He was a soldier. He can kill.

Then Sobell was shot and I saw your whole game, Randy.

- Any messages from Joe Public? - Not a word.

Who had access to the chutes after you rigged them?

We should talk to the Carnelian executives.

- Okay. - Okay, bye.

Jake? Can't be.

...against you to coincide with her departure.

There's a subsidiary track to a British bank.