Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Almost certainly belongs to Mr. Cooby.

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

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

Who had access to the chutes after you rigged them?

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

You got it, boss.

There's a subsidiary track to a British bank.

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

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

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

That's out there.

We're looking for Nadia Sobell.

- Why? - Because I'm dying.

- Okay. - Okay, bye.

Lee's done nothing. Nothing.

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

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

Must be a secret grudge.

Look at that. Look what I found.

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

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

...against you to coincide with her departure.

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

The bullet that killed Nadia, apparently very special.

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

We should talk to the Carnelian executives.

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

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

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

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

Jake? Can't be.

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

You planted it to divert suspicion from yourself.

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

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