Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

Almost certainly belongs to Mr. Cooby.

Look at that. Look what I found.

Jake? Can't be.

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

...against you to coincide with her departure.

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

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

There's a subsidiary track to a British bank.

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

The bullet that killed Nadia, apparently very special.

Who had access to the chutes after you rigged them?

We should talk to the Carnelian executives.

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

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

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

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

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

We're looking for Nadia Sobell.

Lee's done nothing. Nothing.

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

- Okay. - Okay, bye.

You got it, boss.

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

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

- Why? - Because I'm dying.

That's out there.

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

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

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

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.

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

You planted it to divert suspicion from yourself.