Las Vegas (2003–2008): Season 2, Episode 15 - Whale of a Time - full transcript

All in.

What the hell's
going on over there?

Hey, Danny.
What's going on over here?

This is the wildest game
of Texas Hold'Em
I've ever seen.

Aces and kings
just keep flopping suit in.

I thought it was going to be
a slow weekend so I gave
my staff some time off.

Next thing you know,
in swims a pod of new whales.

Whales, where? Where are they?

This is Psycho
until I figure out
his real name.

He's been laying down
$10,000 bets
for the last three hours.

What kind of mark
are you taking?
No marker. All cash.



I ran a facial.
We got nothing on him.

Shamu, over here...

he just had $10 million
wire-transferred to the hotel.

Now, he's an
even bigger mystery...

since no one can figure out
what the hell he's saying.

His passport says
that he's Latvian.
Anyone? Latvian?

Latvian.
Latvian. Excuse me.

No one could figure out
how to pronounce his name.

So we have two linguists
at UNLV working on it.

I checked them both out.
Neither one of them's
played Vegas, ever.

Now, this is Mr. James Riley
over here. I don't even know
if that's his real name.

He's up a half mil,
if you care.

I don't care.
Just keep the game going.
We get our cut.

But I want you
to keep
everybody playing, okay?



Yeah, I got it.

Danny, I need you
to check all the big casinos.

Europe, South Africa, Asia.
And find out
where these guys play.

I mean, whales don't show up
out of nowhere, right?

Okay. I'm on it, boss.
Alright. Okay.

Place your bet.

Hello, Ed.

##

What are you doing here?
Just need a room.

You in trouble?
No.

Are you in trouble?
Ed.

I'm in Vegas for some fun
and I need a room. That's all.

Okay. Now, why in particular
did you pick Vegas
to have this fun in?

Free comps and the buffet.
Why else?

That works.

I see you're going to need
a closet with that room.

Yeah.

Hi, it's Ed Deline.
I need
an executive suite, please.

Put it in my name.
Thanks. Yeah.

Sixth floor. Yeah,
that's good enough.
What's the room?

Okay. Thank you.

- Put that in 6032, please.
- Yes, sir.

You look good.

Hey. Does Vegas
give refund for weddings?

No, I knew
that was the answer.

I'm a loser.

I can't believe
you went out
with my ex-boyfriend.

You dumped him two years ago.

I just think
because we lived
under the same roof...

it'd be a good idea
not to date
the other's leftovers.

Two words: Todd Donovan.
Tenth grade Todd Donovan?

The kid you wouldn't let get
to second base.

Don't even go there,
Miss Doubleheader.

I can't believe
you're still upset
over Todd Donovan.

Upset about what?

She's upset that I went out
with an old boyfriend of hers.

She's obviously jealous.
Obviously.

Jealous? Are you kidding me?
I am not jealous.

What do I care
if she wants my leftovers?

"Methinks the lady
doth protest too much."

Methinks that's well put.

Why in the world
would I be jealous?

Because your old boyfriend
likes me better than you.

Really?
What? It's not possible?

Of course it's possible,
just highly unlikely.

Hey. Why the urgent call?

I need help with a new whale.

Wait. You need help?

Just a little baby-sitting.

Busy.
Count me out.

You might want
to take a look at him first.

James Riley.
Hot. Rich. Single.

Okay, I'm in.
Yeah, okay.

So, "highly unlikely," huh?

$100 says,
"completely impossible."

Bring it, bitch.
I'll bring it.

Listen, you guys, I need you
to baby-sit the whale, okay?
Not harpoon him.

You know what? Never mind.
You guys. Delinda. Never mind.

It's gonna be a long weekend.

Hi, Delinda Deline.
Nessa Holt.

If there's anything I can do
to make
your stay more pleasant...

Food. Drinks.
Perhaps a foot massage?

Or maybe you'd prefer
a private table?

Wow. That all
sounds really great.

Great.

I gotta go. Take care
of these for me, would you?

Sure.

Nice going.
You scared him away.

Me? "Food.
Drink. Foot massage."

"If there's anything I can do
to make your stay
more pleasant."

Bugger off.
That doesn't even sound
like me.

It sort of does.

That story doesn't sound
like the Lisa I know.

So, what else?
What else have you been up to?

Same old, same old. Really.

Really? So, really,
what are you doing here?

Come on.
Can't a girl visit
an old mentor?

Mentor, my ass.

##

So the fact that someone
was trying to kill you just,
what, slipped your mind?

I have a lot on my plate.

I see. I have more
than 10,000 people here
at the hotel.

I have twice that many
playing in my casino.

All of whom, I assume,
take for granted...

the fact that they
would not be shot
while they were staying here.

Ed, I already apologized.

If you want me to leave,
just say so.

I'm saying so.

Maintenance is replacing
the window...

and I pulled this
from the wall.
It's a.308. Sniper.

Hey, anything on those three
new whales that happened
to show up together?

James Riley checks out.

We've still got nothing
on Shamu or Psycho.

I ran surveillance footage
from the last time...

we saw any of them
at the tables until the time
the shot was taken.

This guy exited the casino.

Now this guy
never left the tables.

And James Riley spent a
half an hour in the bathroom
opposite the food court.

Whoever did this
sure as heck
didn't do it alone.

Danny?
Yeah.

This is what I need.

I need her off
the Montecito property.

Take her to
some safe location.

Keep an eye on her
until I sort this thing out.

Good, I always had
a thing for jarheads.

You know, I don't find
this amusing, Lisa.

Sorry.

Don't you think
we should get
the police involved?

No.

They're gonna want to know
who the intended victim is...

and they're
gonna ask questions
that I just can't answer.

Yes, sir.

Maybe you'd like a suite?

Or maybe you'd like
to see a show?

Listen, if you ever decide...

that you don't want
to be left alone,
give me a call, okay?

I just want to make your stay
more enjoyable.

Enjoyable.

I need a new room.
One closer to the exit.

Consider it done.
Anything else?

A romantic dinner for two?

I like the way you think.
The Montecito's
Rooftop Gardens?

I like the way you think, too.

I'll go make that happen.
I'll be right back.

Bet is to you, Mr. Riley.

Hi.
Hi.

So, tell me, James,
do you have
any dinner plans tonight?

Well, actually...

Because I really recommend
our room service.

And, I'd be happy
to bring a meal up to you.

Or perhaps
we could dine together...

in your room.

Wow.

I'll take that as a yes.

Don't bother dressing up.

Yes.

We're all set for dinner.

I'm afraid
I'm going to have to cancel.

I'm not sure
if you can understand
what I'm saying.

I wanted to thank you so much
for staying with us.

And if there's anything
I can do to make your stay
more enjoyable...

please don't hesitate to ask.

Not that I'll understand
what you're saying...

but it's the thought
that counts, right?

Twelve years
I invested in Chrissy.

We loved each other
and then she leaves me.

Where you going?
Loser.

She leaves me
for the Blue Man Group.

Ed. Hi. Look, we got a problem
with one of our guests.

Yeah, well, that's
the understatement
of the year.

I didn't stand a chance
against those blue bastards!

Who is he?
Martin Levson.

Came to town with his fianc?e
to get married.

She apparently took one look
at the Blue Man Group...

and decided to leave
her husband-to-be
to become a Blue groupie.

Wait a minute, you're saying
there's
Blue Man Group groupies?

Oh, yes.

You really don't wanna know
what they do.

I lost all my money
playing keno...

because I thought it was easy,
like bingo, but it's not.
It's hard.

Like all-my-money hard.

Get rid of him.

Ed, he booked a room
for two nights.

Just give him his money back.

Upgrade him to a suite.
Do anything.

He can't sit here talking
about losing his wife
and money in my hotel.

It is not good.
Yes, sir.

Martin?

Hi, how you doing?

Good. Never better.

It's not everyday that the
love of your life
leaves you at the altar...

for a bunch of guys
in blue makeup. I'm good.

What if we found Chrissy...

is that her name,
and we talked to her?

She's been with the Blue Men.
She's tainted.

Right.

What if we upgraded you
to a suite?

What if it was
a really big suite.
A really big suite?

A big suite.

A little young to have worked
with Ed, aren't you?

How old were you
when you joined the Marines?

Seventeen,
right out of high school.

Israeli Army at 18.
Mossad at 21.

So, what exactly did you do
for Ed?

This is where
all the VIPs are located?
Oh, yeah.

This is as exclusive
as it gets.

In fact, you need this passkey
for the elevator
just to get on the floor.

Wow. Top floor
for the top dog.

If Chrissy could see
me now, she'd die.

Are you sure you don't want to
try and find her?

I'm sure. She had her chance.

Okay.

Wow.

The most beautiful thing
I've ever seen.

The suite?

Yeah. The suite.

It's nice.

So, I ran the trigonometry
of the shot that was fired.

Wait, you put this
all together just now?

Yeah. Sorry about
the wire frame...

but I didn't have time
to render
the exterior surfaces...

or calculate the
reflective properties
of the glass.

I see. Well, maybe next time.
Yeah, definitely.

But I did calculate
the trajectory
of the bullet...

by factoring in angle,
force of impact,
estimated velocity...

and, of course, gravity.
Of course.

So where exactly
is our shooter?

The bullet would've had to
have been fired
from this warehouse.

Good evening.

This was a great idea.

And I'm so glad you told me
about Delinda.
She doesn't look like a guy.

Vegas transgenders
fool everyone.

Thirsty?
Oh, yeah.

Maybe you'd like
to propose a toast?
Sure.

To the most beautiful woman
in the world.

Oh, I'm sorry, James.
Hold that thought.

Hello.

We have a problem
on the casino floor.
I'll be right back.

Thank you.

So, what are we drinking to?

Listen, Daryl, Nessa told me
all about your
transgender secret.

Daryl?
Daryl.

Nessa's a pathological liar.
She'll say anything to get
what she wants.

She's also been hospitalized
numerous times.

Cheers.
Cheers.

This place has been abandoned
for years.

All you'd have to do
is go up six floors...

then over the right amount
of windows to the room.

Infrared scopes
will do the rest.

So, whoever shot at Lisa...

must've got a call
from someone
who'd seen us enter that room.

Or overheard us
on the casino floor.

You were giving out
the room number
to the bellboy.

Right.

Let's tell Mike to run
all the footage of her
and I on the casino floor.

Let's go. Here.

We're packing. Right.

I'm sure the guy's
still not in there.
But keep your eyes open.

Go.

This is crazy. You know that.

Hold it.

Go.

When are you going to tell me
what the hell's going on?

About two weeks ago
my cover was blown.

How?
Don't know.

Were you set up?
Don't know that either.

Come on, you son of a bitch.

I didn't know
where to turn, Ed...

or who to trust.

Where were you working out of?

Madrid.

I'll make a few phone calls.

Ed, bomb! Get out!

Danny.

I'm so sorry, Ed.

Listen, you tell me everything
that went on
in that operation.

You tell me now. Start now!

You guys okay?
Yeah. You?

Yeah. There was a camera
attached to the bomb.

They were watching us.

Bet you
that's not working anymore.
No.

They made us.
Ed, they know
we're helping her.

Let's get
the hell out of here.

I'm sorry?

Come on.

Hey. How's the new suite?

Wonderful, really.
No, not so good actually.

I don't think
I'm for the VIP floor crowd.

Everyone up there
seems kind of stuffy.

Everyone?
You talked to everyone?

I talked to everyone.
I went from door to door.

I was trying to organize
a little
late-night get-together...

sort of like a tequila-fest.

But they were all kind of mad
that I rang their buzzers.

Plus, they weren't interested.
Really? In Vegas?

Shocked.
Me, too.

And all those bottles
in the room,
those are free of charge.

I couldn't believe it.
I had to call the front desk
to confirm it.

And that made me feel
like more of a loser.

So staying in a
$1,000-a-night suite
makes you a loser?

It all makes me feel
like a loser.

I'm staying in a room
I can't afford.

The woman of my dreams
dumped me the day
before our wedding...

for guys
that wear blue makeup.

I lost every penny I had
to keno, which is
a stupid game, by the way.

And the only reason
this beautiful, wonderful girl
is even talking to me...

is 'cause
you feel sorry for me.

I do not feel sorry...
You feel sorry for me.

No, you do. You totally do.

You know what?
I just want to be back
in my old room...

where I can just pull
the drapes close...

and just lay there in the dark
till it's time to go home.

Of course, if I said
that back at home...

man, all my friends
would get me drunk,
throw me in a truck...

and we'd cruise the streets
for hours, listening to music.

Looking for trouble?
Mischief, more so.

If it's mischief you seek,
then it is mischief
we shall find.

We don't have pick-up trucks,
but we do have limos.

Do they have music and beer?
Full bars.

Stereo's so loud,
your teeth will rattle
and your ears will bleed.

Awesome.

Okay. How about
the ever-popular,
"How are you doing?"

"K? jums kl?jas?"
Maybe it's "K? jums kl?jas"?

Oh. Hi. K? jums kl?jas?

I wanted to apologize
about dinner.
It's okay.

The count was wrong in my pit
and I had to manually go
through the numbers.

I hope dinner
wasn't a complete loss.
No. Delinda joined me.

Delinda joined you
on the roof?
She showed up after you left.

Wow. So, the
whole transgender thing
doesn't bother you?

That's cool. I mean
your secret is safe in Vegas.

Lots of people swing
both ways.

I know about
the hospitalizations, Nessa.

And I know that you're
a pathological liar. Delinda
told me about all that.

Really?

Did she also tell you
that I'm a sexaholic?

Really?
I can't live
without it all the time.

So, did you happen
to have plans
for this evening?

Delinda planned drinks
in the north rim
of the Grand Canyon.

She said the stars
were beautiful.

It's a little cold
at the north rim
this time of year.

I can think of
something much warmer,
with just as good a view.

Nessa.

What are you doing?

Getting the hell out of here.

No. Just let
Ed figure this out.

Nice to meet you.
Sorry about everything.

Lisa.
Danny, I almost
got you killed.

I'm fine.

Okay? Listen, I have orders.
You're not going anywhere.

You think you can stop me?
If I have to, yes.

What?
You just remind me
a lot of Ed.

I'll take that
as a compliment.
It was meant as one.

Put the bag back.

You should really
get yourself cleaned up.
I'm fine.

Afraid I'll leave
if you take a shower?

No, I know you'll leave
if I take a shower.

What are you...

I guess we'll just have
to shower together.

What's up, boss?

Well, Mike, I need you to run
a security check
on everyone...

that's within earshot of me
right there.

There's dozens of people.

So I need the names,
histories, criminal records,
everything.

That could take hours.

Yeah, it could.

You want me
to run the girl, too?

No.
You sure?

Yeah.

Ed, you know you can trust me
with whatever is going on.

I know I can trust you, Mike.

I wouldn't ask you to do this
if I couldn't trust you.

Then why the secrecy?

It's just one of those things.

Okay?
Okay.

Mike?
Yeah?

Thank you.

You got it.

It's too bad about Nessa.

I mean, after all the trouble
she went through
setting this up.

And this view
is unbelievable.
I know.

Can you believe an
entire shipment of blackjack
tables ended up in Laughlin?

And they won't release them
without her signature.

Apparently the delivery driver
was given
very specific instructions.

So good.

It's great.

Excuse me, Ms. Deline.
You have a message.

Thank you.
You're welcome.

Time to go.

Is everything okay?
Oh, fine.

Nessa just left Laughlin
by helicopter
and it's headed here.

Can't have that, now, can we?

Hey, Ed.

So, I ran Video IQ of everyone
within earshot
of you and Lisa...

when she arrived
at the casino.

Now we have three confirmed
matches leaving the casino...

and one unconfirmed
who made a phone call.

Show me the confirmed.

Let's see the unconfirmed.

Stop right there. Back it up.

Push in on
that right arm there.

Let's see if there's
more discoloration under
that right sleeve right there.

It looks like a tattoo.
I'll run it through infrared.

Now, can you enhance that?
Re-focus.
I'm working on it.

It's a tattoo of a skull.
US Military.

Nuts.
You know him?

Just that he could be
one of the good guys.

I love this car.

I want this car.
You can drink and drive
in this car.

Does everybody in the hotel
get to use this car?

No. It's for
official use only.

But I bet your boss,
I bet he has a car like this.

Actually, no. He drives
an Aston Martin,
or sometimes a Hummer.

A Hummer? Really?

Like camouflaged with
machine guns on the roof?
That's awesome.

No, just plain orange.
No guns.
That's cool. Orange.

Yeah, I thought the yellow
Camaro at the valet
was your boss's car.

That's Danny's.

You know,
I have a red pick-up truck
at home.

It used to be red
but I rolled it.
It's entirely my fault.

I was trying to drive home
with my eyes closed.

You know, and you're like,
"Use the Force." You're
already in the cul-de-sac.

And I flipped it. I'm on
the roof. And it's
primer-gray now. Mostly.

Do you want to see
a picture of Betsy?

Betsy?
My truck, Betsy?

I would love to see
a picture of Betsy.
Good.

But, you know, maybe later.
Later?

Yeah. 'Cause I have
to get back to the hotel.
I got to go to work.

I'm gonna take you up on that.
Okay.

Okay. All right.
Hey, you know what?

Thanks for everything
you're doing for me.
You're just nice.

This is great.
You're very welcome.

I'm glad you feel better.
Hey, we're gonna head back
to the hotel.

Okay, Ms. Connell.

Martin? It ain't gonna happen.

How's it going with Shamu?
I don't know.

But every time I speak Latvian
to him,
he tries to grab me.

I didn't know
you spoke Latvian.

I don't and with
my pronunciation,
there's a good chance...

I'll be proposing to him
in the next 24 hours.

What about Psycho?
Charles Manson
with an attitude.

I'd like to kick his ass
out of the casino
but he just played $500,000.

Hey, what's the chip count
on James, please?

What chip count?

What do you mean,
what chip count?

You two were supposed
to keep him playing,
remember? Ness?

I wouldn't know.
Someone sent me to Laughlin.

You told him I was a man.

After you promised him
room service.

Okay. I'm sorry. How are we
supposed to keep this man
playing in our casino...

which is the goal,
if you're having
room service with him?

Exactly. I think you
should relieve her
of her supervisory duties.

I have been playing fair.
She hasn't.

Talk to the hand, sister.
I'll talk to it.

Okay. I'd like to relieve
both of you...

of your any kind of duties.

Hello. Is there anything
that I can do to make you stay
more enjoyable?

You know, I really treasure
our time together.

What do you mean
he might be
one of the good guys?

He could have been
one of ours.

But if he was, I'm sure
he's working for
the private sector right now.

I bet that poor thing
hasn't slept in two weeks.

Tell me what's so special
about her that someone
would want her dead?

She has abilities
and attributes
that allow her into places...

that you and I
couldn't get into.

Because she's a woman.
No, because she's
a beautiful woman.

You owe her, don't you?

So, what's the plan?

The plan is to get her
the hell out of Vegas tonight.

Mary.

Hi. Can we talk?

Wow! Why are you dressed
like that?

Mary, do you believe in fate?

Yeah, I guess so.
Yeah, so do I.

And I've been thinking
that if Chrissy left me
after 12 years...

because of Las Vegas,
then it only makes sense...

that Las Vegas would send me
someone else.

Oh, Martin, if this is going
where I think it's going...

I was just doing my job.

No. You think you were just
doing your job, but it wasn't.

There was a higher purpose
involved. Don't you get it?

I've been really thinking.

Maybe I was never supposed
to marry Chrissy at all?

Well, seeing how she left you
for a bunch of dudes
in blue makeup...

I'd say that's
a pretty fair assumption.
Right.

Marry me, Mary. Marry me.

Make me the happiest man
in Spearfish, South Dakota.

Your boss, what's his name?
Ed.

Ed. He could give you away.
Let's go find Ed.

Martin, it's not going
to happen.
Why not? Is Ed not here?

'Cause we can call him at home
on my cell phone.

Martin. No.
Mary, come on.

The fun we had driving around
in the limo.

We must've seen every street
in Las Vegas...

laughing and drinking
and drinking.
A lot of drinking.

Look, honestly, I had
a really nice time
in the limo.

I did.

But I was just doing it
to make you feel better.

You know, that's all.

I'm sorry, Martin, you know...

you're a great guy, but...
Is this where you're
going to tell me...

I'm going to make
a lucky woman
really happy one day?

Kind of, yeah.

I hate that.

I got you these flowers.
There's only 11.

Beautiful.

Where's the bathroom?

That way.
Okay.

All right,
this is getting ridiculous.

You're the one who went out
with my ex-boyfriend.

Truce?
Yeah. Truce.

I'm sorry.
Me, too.

Let's promise
never to do that again.

Promise.
So do I.

All clear.

I'll meet you
at Mead in an hour.
Okay.

Uploading the video footage
from the garage.

Run it fast forward.

Wait. Back that up.

- Check that car, the old one.
- All right.

What have we got?
We've got a limping man.

What about his face?

He's keeping his head
turned away from the camera
the whole time.

This guy is pretty good.
Not only does he find
the safe house...

but somehow he knows
where you put the surveillance
cameras in the garage.

Push in on that. His shoes.

Son of a bitch. Look at that.

He's got a little lift
on his heels,
about an inch.

He knows we have Video IQ.

And this forced limp
circumvents our computer's
ability to match gaits.

Right? That's smart.

Not smarter that me
because I can remove
that limp.

You can actually do that?
Yeah, I can do that.

That's nice.

Okay run this against
the casino patrons
we checked earlier.

We got a match.

He was everywhere.

It was Nessa's first
Brazilian bikini wax...

and the woman who did it
took off everything.
I mean everything.

Delinda wet the bed
when she was 16.

You stuck my hand
in warm water.

We had to throw out
the mattress.
She tortures small animals.

Hi, Mr. Riley.

I'm sorry, I just need
to speak to these two ladies
for a second.

Okay, I'll be right with you.

Are you crazy?
What are you doing?

She started it.
She started it.

Jinx.
Jinx.

What do you mean,
he checked out? When?
I don't know.

Nice to finally meet you.

Yeah. Hi.
Hi.

Are you
from the charter company?

'Cause my flight
doesn't leave till later.

I'm from the Montecito.

This is about those towels
I might have
accidentally packed...

Why don't you cut
the crap, man.
What?

I stole a couple bathrobes.
They were terry cloth
and I can't afford...

How about shutting up.
Turn around,
put your hands on your head.

Are you serious?
Like a heart attack.
Turn around.

Danny.

It's nice to finally
meet you, Ed. You're somewhat
of a legend.

It's nice to have fans.

How'd those get in there?
Turn around.

Just answer one thing:
Who sent you?

Anybody from Washington,
maybe?

Washington?
You mean the good guys?

That's what I love
about you has-beens.

Everything is,
"good guys this,"
"bad guys that."

Okay.

Let's chalk it up to
"none of the above."

Are we through now?
For now.

Get down!

Drop it!

Okay.

Hands in the air!
On your knees now!

You cover him. I'll go.
No, stay.

What are you talking about?

You missed him!

Hey.

I'd like to speak
to both of you.

Sam, we're sorry.

Yeah, things may have gotten
a little out of hand.

Wow.

Well, James can't stop raving
about the two of you.

He liked the fighting?
He loved the fighting...

and wants to come back
next year, as long as the two
of you are his hosts.

Now, here's the thing.
I would have to split
my take with you.

We all know
that's not going to happen.

And also the fighting
is a bit exhausting to me.

So, I said no.

Well, actually, Sam,
everything we did
was perfectly planned.

Right, D?
Right.

Every fight
carefully calculated.

Completely scripted
for maximum whale enjoyment.

A perfect ruse
to keep our guest entertained.

Congratulation, sis.
Thanks, babe.

So, did James happen
to mention
who he liked best?

Not that it matters.
We're just a little curious.

We were just
playing around but...

Yes, actually, he did.

Well?
Okay, I'll see you later.

What do you think pizza?
Yes.

Two hundred?
That's a good round number.

Hi. I'd like to order
200 large cheese pizzas to go.

Deliver them
to the Montecito's VIP desk.

Just ask for
Samantha Jane Marquez.

Now, why couldn't I talk
in the car?
Lots of reasons.

Can I talk now?
Yeah, sure.

How could you miss him?

He was standing right
in front of you. You had
a clear shot.

I didn't miss him.
I hit him exactly
where I wanted to.

Look, if I'd have shot him
in the head, he would have
found it difficult...

to report back to his people
that Lisa was dead.

Being dead, by the way,
is extremely liberating.

I'd say you got
about a week...

before someone puts
the pieces together
and figures out what we did.

That should give me
plenty of time to disappear.

Any idea where you're going?
Yeah.

There's a car waiting for you.
Thank you. Both of you.

Listen, you have
to promise me something.
What's that?

Don't ever come back.

I can't promise you that.
Right.

See you.
All right. Bye-bye.

Jarhead.

- So, is Mary okay?
- Yeah, she's fine.

Although she had no idea
Martin was using her
to get information.

Then again, you know Mary.
She has a heart
of gold, that one.

Yeah, she does.

Is there any chance
you guys'll work things out?

No, I don't think so.
Too bad.

You know, I was thinking...

when that warehouse blew up,
you looked like you were...

No, I knew you were fine.

Really?
Yeah, really.

'Cause the way you looked
when I walked out...

you looked a little worried,
a little upset.

No. I was not worried,
nor was I upset.

Looked like
you were about to cry.

Cry over what?
A little explosion?

Little?
Yeah, little.

I almost had
my nads blown off.

Did I ever tell you the time
when I actually did have
my nads blown off?

What?
Yeah.

It was somewhere
near Mogadishu.