Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Yeah, boss? - Let Lee Skelling go.
I will.
- Now, can I catch you? - Come on.
Eureka. I found a trading account that made a series of moves in the market...
"When all go to bed they best say their goodbyes."
There were dinosaurs swimming above us.
- It was? - And why did you build this clever thing?
I have no idea. But it's a pleasant spot, and I have sandwiches.
[COCKS GUN]
The CEO shook my hand. I had it in writing.
Ma'am?
...that almost killed Mr. Faulk here. - I surely did not.
- You're kidding. - Let me guess.
CHO: What is that?
- Grief isn't productive, and that's all. - I don't buy that.
...out on an outdoor adventure retreat. Our victim was VP of Human Resources.
- You have a register of malcontents? - Anyone who's sued us or threatened to.
Same time as every night, about half past midnight.
Mr. Faulk, where does Mr. Cooby put his feet up?
You know that. We're keeping an open mind.
Ego and pride and vanity, I expect.
- Wait. I think we should wait. - What for? What could possibly happen?
- Is that all? - Yeah, that's all.
- Joyce, you first. - Me first to do what exactly?
Our companies employ over half a million people.
Will you help us?
You want group therapy?
His statements in no way reflect the official view of the CBI.
What does that mean?
It's okay. Everyone just stay calm. It's no problem.
- War? - Yeah, you know, those paintball guns?
Because nobody gets on top of Randall Faulk, do they?
I was tempting fate to prove a point, and now poor Nadia has paid for it.
...to be brave enough to tell him so. - How dare you?
Yeah, it came loose at some point, disarmed her.
Thank you for your time.
Your friends already took Lee. What do you want?
Staff kitchen, you said. This way?
You knew how to disarm the bomb.
I listen to the police scanner. Kind of a hobby.
Oh, wow, that worked. Suddenly I trust you.
This week that we spend here is not a vacation. This is a test.
Right.
He wouldn't want it to interfere with your kayaking schedule.