Las Vegas (2003–2008): Season 2, Episode 20 - Hit Me! - full transcript

Ed Deline and Danny McCoy realize the casino is in trouble: the computer table to weed out mathematical players failed to spot Bill Healy; Adam Clemo and Mike Cannon find out it's being sabotaged by a gizmo operated by transmitter with a wide range. But how does it work? ... Sam Marquez looks out for the son of a recently deceased big spender and winner of $300,000 who came try his luck, without any experience, in dad's lucky green polyester suit. Sam tries desperately to get it cleaned after a bitch spilled red wine on it... Chrissy Potter is worried about her missing husband Grant, but his credit card is also used in the casino- by him, in other female company, but the reason is surprisingly painful...

Who is that?

I want some of that.

Check that out.

That guy's hot!

You must be
"the" Samantha Marquez.

Yes.

Man, oh man, Dad never told me
what a knockout you were.

I was really sorry to hear
about your father
passing away.

Thanks. Thanks a lot.

I see you're wearing
his lucky suit.

You look hot in polyester.



He won $300,000 in one stretch
in this bad boy, so...

when I was
packing up his things
and came across it...

I figured what the hell,
right?

You need a marker?
No, Dad was a cash man.

He always said...
"Markers are for chumps."

Let's start small.
I got all weekend.

Hit me.

Hey. What's up?

I just finished
the quarterly review
of our new smart table.

So, how did we test against
the other hotels?

Over the last few months,
the table's computer
identified...

seven card counters...

and three players
who tried to cap their bets.

You know what?
You ought to be careful...



because these new tables
could cost your job.

Not a problem, as long as I
get a promotion.

I hear that
President of Operations is
a pretty easy gig.

Yeah. It is actually.
Watch this. You're fired.

I wouldn't switch over
the entire casino just yet.

The table wasn't perfect.

It didn't catch him.
That guy?

Yeah, him.

Comes in every few days
during off hours,
only plays the smart table.

Keeps his bets low
so he doesn't
attract attention.

Wins a few thousand,
then he leaves.

If people didn't win here,
we would be out of business.

The problem is he wins
a few thousand every time
he plays.

Since when?

Since the day
we turned the table on.

So who is he?
You don't know him.

Of course I don't know him
because you won't tell me
his name.

If I tell you, then he
won't be a secret admirer
then, now will he?

He's ugly, isn't he?
Ugly and you still like him...

and that's why you won't
tell me his name.

Yeah. I haven't even
met him yet.

I'm so sorry.

Excuse me.
I don't mean to pry.
Is everything okay?

Well, I just...

I thought my husband was
staying here, but he's not.

And I drove all the way up
from Phoenix.

Is he supposed to be here?

Well, Grant,
that's my husband,

he didn't come home
from work last night.

The credit card company said
that there was some activity
on his account...

this morning at the Montecito.

But I just tried to
call his room
on the house phone...

and the operator said
there's no Grant Potter
registered.

Well, did you
report him missing?

The police say he
hasn't been gone long enough
to file a report.

I'm sure everything's okay.

Yeah.

Maybe you've seen him?

No, sorry.
No, I'm sorry.

If someone else is
using his credit cards...

and Grant hasn't called me,
I just know something
terrible's happened to him.

I don't know what I would do
without him.

Oh, goodness.

Crissy says it is
not like Grant
to disappear like this.

She's worried he's the victim
of a robbery or something.

I'll run a search to see when
we swiped his credit card.

Then I will check
surveillance footage

and compare it
with his photo. Okay?

Thank you.

What do you got going, Danny?

Bill Healy, 32,
a high school football coach
from Pahrump.

Three months ago,
he'd have had to take out
a loan to finance a hot dog.

Last week, he bought
a red Corvette with cash.

Wow. What do you think?
He's counting the 10s
or something?

I don't know how.

He changes the bet
at the beginning
of every shoe...

and only ups his bet
when the cards favor him.

Now check this out.

Thirty-five hands
in this particular shoe.

If he plays
textbook blackjack...

he'll will win 24
of those 35 hands.

$75 each bet.

Another shuffled shoe,
this time the Montecito wins
21 of 30.

Now he's only betting 25.
Right.

Did you check
the shuffling machines
on the table?

Stripped it this morning.
Everything works perfectly.

How about the dealers?

We tracked their movements
with multiple cameras.
Nothing.

How come we haven't flagged
this guy till now?

The table belongs to
Desert Gaming Technologies.

They're the ones that are
tracking its play.

You think we got
another psychic on our hands?

Psychic, my ass.

Look, this guy only knows
how the cards are
going to play out...

when he's sitting alone
with the dealer.

You want me to
shut down the table,
backroom him?

No. I just got to figure out
how this guy's
reading these cards.

So, for now,
we just let him win?

Yeah. Well, I mean,
unless he gets
really greedy...

and starts winning
more than a few grand.

At which point, I want you to
drag him out to the desert
and shoot him.

The good old days.

Is that your whale
in the leisure suit?

Bobby Santoro. His father was
a long-time client...

and a degenerate gambler.

I think it's genetic.

Left it all to junior, hey?

Oh, yes.

He's cheating.

Impossible,
completely impossible.

Well, it's happening.

I have file encryption,
directory encryption...

Master Boot encryption,
firewall protection...

public and private keys.
Adam.

How could you suspect
that a foolproof system...

Nessa ran a review
of the table, okay?

Nessa?
Yes.

She does a remarkable job.

Yes, she does.

So, is there any way
for someone playing 21
to read that shoe?

Not unless somebody broke
my encryption scheme,
remotely monitored...

my radio frequencies,
which is virtually impossible.

Does she have a boyfriend?

Who?
Nessa.

She dating someone?

Your guess is as good as mine.

No.

My guess.

So, I found out who's using
Grant Potter's credit card.

Who?
Grant Potter.

So he's not a victim?
Not dead in a ditch somewhere?

He's probably gonna wish
he was when Crissy finds out.

Turns out, Grant checked in
under another name...

which leads me to believe
the man doesn't want to be
found.

We have to tell her.
She thinks something terrible
happened to her husband.

So you want to out him?
Yes!

No. No, you don't.

Yes, he's thoughtless,
and he's insensitive,
and she should know.

This is a domestic situation.
It's none of our business.

Plus, we owe our guests
some discretion.

Hotel policy. You got it?

You need some help?

No, I got it.

You make sure to set the wand
to search for digital and...

Analog radio waves,
including microwave
and digital FM. Yeah.

Mike, you're not the only one
who knows how to
use this thing.

It helps if you turn it on.

I know.

I was just testing you
because I'm your boss.

I'm your boss, and it's my job
to keep you sharp
and test you. I'm a tester.

Let me check it out.

I'm not getting anything
from the table.

I know. I already knew that.

But there is something coming
from outside the casino.

Can you estimate
the approximate proximity?

Of the waves?

Assuming this just isn't
another test, boss.

Roll's to you, sir.

Come on, baby. Do it for Mama!

Five!

Do you mind?

Who made you
king of the table?

Just don't hover
over my chips, all right?
I don't steal, honey.

I don't need to.
I'm very comfortable.

She has a fabulous condo.

Good for her.

Guy buys polyester
at a garage sale...

acts as if he is
the prince of Saudi Arabia.

Hi. Everything okay here?

Hey, I didn't buy this
at a garage sale, lady.

This is my father's
lucky suit. He died.

Yeah, well you should've
buried him in it.

Yeah.

That's not nice.

Do you have to be nice
to play here?

Nobody told me at the door.
Well, I'm telling you now.

Excuse me.
Just who the hell are you?

I'm the one who is about to
throw you out on your drunk,
saggy asses.

Sam, it's not worth it.
They're just
a couple of lushes.

Bite me, your Highness.

I told you we should have
stayed at the Rio.

Bobby, I am so sorry.

Don't be sorry, Sam.
It's probably a sign.

You know, I shouldn't be here.

Gambling was Dad's thing.

Maybe I wasn't meant to be
a gambler.

No. This is just
a little wine.
It's gonna come out.

You think so?
Yes. Definitely.

I do think this is a sign,
in fact.

I think this is a sign
that you should not be
playing craps today.

Were you winning?
Actually, no.

Do you know
what this wine is saying?

This wine is saying,
"Bobby, tomorrow is
your lucky day."

So what'll I do till tomorrow?

Do you like Elton John?

The Rocket Man? Who doesn't?

Come with me.

Hey.
Hey, Crissy?

Did you find out anything
about Grant?

Yes. We found out he's okay.

He's not hurt or dead.
So, you know.

So where is he?

Well, it's sort of
hard to say.

Yeah, see, Grant checked in
under another name.

So we can't really officially
tell you what that name is.

We want to.

It's just hotel policy.

But...

Is this awkward
for anyone else?
Yeah. Yeah, it is.

But you have to tell me.

Listen, here's the truth.

I didn't say it before
because...

I was sort of embarrassed.

But Grant and I got
in a huge fight yesterday.

That's why he left.
Yeah.

So he's either
thinking things through
or trying to punish you.

I really hurt him.

And if I could just
talk to him.

If we could just talk.
If I could apologize.

If you could give me
that chance...

I think you'd probably
be saving my marriage.

I have an idea.

What if you checked in?
That's perfect.

That way, you're already here,
and if you just happen to
run into Grant...

then Delinda and I
haven't broken any rules.

The run-in's fate.
Yeah.

Okay, come on. Let's go.

That's really good, Mar.
Thank you.
I felt good about it.

Have you checked
for sub-frequency responses?

Phasing the radio waves
would create
additional ghost images.

Not unless you filtered them
with ultra-sonic inhibitors.

That's assuming the device
was leaking narrow band
transmissions.

Any idea what they're
talking about?

No, not a clue. Not a clue.

I'm just waiting
for one of their heads
to explode.

Hey, I was thinking,
if Nessa isn't
seeing anyone...

maybe you could
ask her out for me.

Yeah, I already asked her,
Adam, and she's
not interested.

Will you do me a favor
and take that light
off your head, please?

Sorry, Ed.

So, was it a definitive "no,"
or did she maybe pause first?

Adam, I don't think
that Nessa's...

Are you going to tell me that
the odds of Nessa liking me
are extremely small...

perhaps microscopic?

Is subatomic smaller
than microscopic?

I don't know.

Danny, I gotta believe that
if life on Earth can be
created from...

lightning and primordial soup,
I figure anything's possible.

You know something, Danny?
There are some girls
who do go for the brains.

That's how I got Jillian.

What's with the head shake,
wise guy?

Nothing.

Adam, I know for a fact...

Nessa's kind of involved
with someone.

Really?

Yep.

Hey, guys. Found something.

Damn, how did I miss that?

Someone slipped a transmitter
into the wiring.

Looks like it has at least
a five city block range.

Great. So, I only get
to search eight casinos...

a dozen restaurants...

a 100,000 hotel rooms
to find out who's here.

No. I have a plan.

We take two extra guys
off the floor.

We search the entire Strip,
and we find that damn thing
before 2018.

He's kidding.
Yeah.

Voila.

Wait, why is there
still a stain?

What can I say?
Polyester,
it's very unforgiving.

No, so is my whale.

This is why I always say,
order the white.

A buttery chardonnay,
a nice pouilly fuiss?,
n'est pas?

N'est pas, Vidal.

We're a family here
at the Montecito, yes?

Certainly for the fam,
you can try to get it out
one more time for me?

Samantha.
Vidal.

For the famille,
I tried twice already.

Deux.

Trois!

No. I'm sorry,
but this couture is kaput.

So what are we going
to do about the transmitter?

It doesn't really matter.
Wherever the information
was sent from...

it still has to be sent
to the floor to be effective.

We've scanned Bill.
He's clean. Doesn't even have
a cellphone.

That doesn't mean
somebody else isn't
signaling him.

I thought Crissy
would've been staking out
the elevators by now.

This is where I stalk guys.
What goes up must come down.

You're a little scary.
I know.

Poor Crissy, you know?

She was probably up all night
just tossing and turning.

Looks like Grant was tossing
and turning all night, too.

Come on.
What are we going to do?

We're going to go give him
a piece of our minds.

Hey. Whoa. Ladies. What's up?
Apparently Grant Potter.

But not with his wife.

I thought we agreed
not to get involved
in domestic issues?

Oh, yeah. Yeah. We did.

And on behalf of all women,
we have decided to ignore you.

Now, I might be a man,
but I am a romantic at heart.

And it gives me no pleasure
to see a marriage fail.
But getting involved?

Now, how do you know
you're not going to
make things worse?

You know, maybe Mike's right.

We just let Crissy
find this out on her own?

Yeah. But then
we're there for her.

You know, to pick up
all the millions of
tiny little broken pieces.

There you go.
Well, if we're still
on shift, yeah.

Elton John was terrific.

Third row, center.

I was right about the wine
and the sign...

Wait a minute.
Where's my suit?

Your suit's almost ready.

Wait, what do you mean,
almost?

You said first thing
in the morning.
Oh, yeah.

You know, our dry cleaner,
he's such a perfectionist,
and he thought...

your suit was so special he
wanted to make sure...

that nothing ever happened
to it again.

He liked the suit?
Yeah.

He's going to spray
this special solution.
It's a fine mist, really...

and it sinks into the fabric
in such a way that it
causes your body to...

It's complicated.
I don't wanna bore you
with details.

But, obviously we need to wait
for the mist to dry.

You mean, like Scotchgard?
Yeah, but better,
because it's French.

I guess it's all right.
Yeah.

So, while we're waiting
for it to dry...

shouldn't you be rock-climbing
at the Bellagio?

How'd you know
I was a rock-climber?

Your father told me.

Tell me you found something.

Took me forever...

but I ran VideolQ
and facial recognition...

on everyone within eyeshot
of Bill over the past
two months.

No indication that he had
any help of any kind at all.

Except maybe Adam Clemo.

Right.

Adam could've planted
the transmitter
as a misdirect.

Yeah, listen. Run another
security check on him.

Maybe we missed something
the first time.

And then run through
all that footage again,
would you?

I already did all that, Ed.

Where you going?
Me? I'm going to
have a drink.

Danny!

Hey, Michael.

You hear of the expression,
"What happens in Vegas,
stays in Vegas?"

Me?

Maybe you haven't
heard the variation
of that expression.

"What happens in Vegas
does not stay in Vegas,
if your wife is in the hotel."

Am I supposed to know
what the hell
you're talking about?

I'm talking about Crissy.

Careful, there.

Crissy is here?

Yeah. She's definitely here.

How do you know Crissy?

God. What the hell am I
going to do?

She must be pissed, huh?

Well, I don't know her.
But if I may offer
some unsolicited advice...

find your wife
before she finds you
and talk to her.

No. I don't want to see her.

Listen, dude,
if this marriage thing
isn't working out...

man up and tell her.

It's really not that simple.

Well, maybe it is that simple.

Men are just genetically
predisposed to cheat.

I might never marry again,
Mar.

Unless he's really
rich and hot.

Or really rich and old
with a smidge of angina.

Okay. I'll bite.

He can't take Viagra.

You really think
these things through,
don't you?

Yeah. I try.
Big problem.

Hey.
What's wrong?

My client, Bobby Santoro...
Robert Santoro's here?

No, he's dead. It's his son.
How sad. Robert Santoro died.

Yeah, you knew him?
No, but I'm a water sign.

We're really sensitive people.

He wore his father's favorite
lucky leisure suit
to gamble in.

Some drunk woman poured
Merlot all over it.

'72 polyester, and I can't
get the stain out.

Any supermodel ideas?
Yes. Here's one
I can help out with.

I know where you can get
a new one just like it.

No!
Yeah.

What?

I'm just as sensitive
about the good stuff.

Hey.
Anything?

No. I ran surveillance footage
on Adam again. Nothing.

The guy's spotless.
He doesn't even drink.

Thanks.
But I do. I'll have
what he's having.

Bring him a water.

Take a look
at his right hand.

His right hand?

The one on his right arm.

Every time a new shoe comes...

he puts his right hand
in the same spot on the table.

Maybe the table's
sending him a signal.

Yeah, maybe.

Maybe he found a new way
to cheat.

Yeah. Elvis left the building.

Diverting
the surveillance cameras now.

Danny, the tables are
hidden from Adam.

So, did you rig the shoes?

Yeah. Assuming there's
only one player.

The cards in this one
should favor the house.

I don't feel a thing.

Let's switch this one
for the one that
favors the players.

How about frequency spikes
around the table?

Mike and I checked for any
abnormal electronic
frequencies. Nothing.

The whole area's clean.
Okay.

All right. Go ahead.

Now?

Nothing.

I guess this means that
Adam's the one that's
initiating the signal.

I guess one of us is going
to have to pretend to be Bill.

I'll send Mike.

That's right, you better
bring her a present.

Where's he going?

He's wussing out.
Cold feet. He's over it.

Maybe not.

I thought you said
we shouldn't get involved.

I did.

So if I didn't say anything,
and Mary didn't
say anything...

how's Grant know
where to find Crissy?
I don't know. Must be fate.

Thank you all. Good night!

Good show. Went well.
Excuse me.

Mr. Orlando. Hi.
I'm sorry to bother you.
Yes.

I'm Samantha Marquez,
a host at the Montecito.

Hi, Samantha. Please,
do me a favor, call me Tony.

Tony. Great. Listen, I have
a little bit of a problem...

and Mary Connell,
entertainment director...

she thought you might be able
to help me out with it.

Need some tickets?

Yes. I do need tickets.
That's great.
Not a problem.

Thank you so much.
There's something else
I'd like to discuss with you.

I have this '72 vintage
leisure suit. It belongs to
one of my high rollers.

It has a wine stain on it.

Exactly. The cleaners can't
get it out and it has
sentimental value.

I just thought,
you being you...

maybe you could possibly
lend me your tailor,
your costumer, anybody.

You know, why does everybody
think that I wear
leisure suits, Samantha?

I mean,
does this truthfully...
Just look at me.

Does this look like
a leisure suit to you?

That does not look like
a leisure suit to me.

That looks like
a beautiful mohair tuxedo

of impeccable quality,
I might add.

There you go.
I meant no disrespect.

No. Please, it's fine.

It's just that, you know,
you spend decades trying to
perfect your act...

perfect your persona.

And then along comes
Saturday Night Live.

Does some sketch with you
in some frilly freaking
powder blue prom tux...

which is, by the way,
something I would never wear.

Never.
No, you would never do that.

No, and I can see by you
saying that you're not

part of this
polyester smear campaign.

But the truth is, Sam,
I'm asked this question
all the time.

And I guess that would make me
some kind of an expert, huh?

So, I do think
I can help you out.
Really?

So, did they find the guy
with the transmitter?

Yeah, we're running
a search upstairs right now.

Ed thinks that the receiver
might be in
one of the hotel rooms.

Did you talk to Nessa again?

Yeah.

Yeah, you know what?
I was wrong.

She digs you.
I knew it!

I just got a sense. Sometimes
it's not what you say,
it's what you don't say.

And since we never said
anything to each other...

there's this sort of
unspoken...

Nothingness.
Exactly.

How we doing?

So far, so good.

The camera's almost in place.

Danny and Adam just left
the casino.

You got 10 minutes
to swap tables.

Right, Ed. We're
making the switch.

Hey.
Hey.

It looks like you guys worked
everything out.

We did. And we have you
and Delinda to thank for it.

Don't we, sweetheart?
Yeah, and the guy in the john.

Guy in the john?

The black guy.
I didn't catch his name.

I guess every relationship
has its rough patches.

But love always prevails.

We talked it out
and we made some promises
to one another.

And I think everything's
going to be good from now on.

You bet it is.

Turn the table
to face the door.

Can I help you, little lady?

Mr. Knotts.

I certainly hope so.

Five Emmys.
Barney Fife, right?

When I was a kid,
my mom used to...
Say, is that a '72?

Yes.
I got one exactly like it.

It's got wine on it!

Moving into position.

Back so soon?

Yeah, I was feeling lucky.

Gee, that's funny.

So was I.

Come on.

Let's have a chat, huh?

Somebody's having fun tonight.

Mary.
Yeah.

Grant. What happened to you?
Where's Crissy?

I need your help.
I need protection.

From who?
From Crissy.

What did you just say?

One minute, we are cuddling
in the gondola
at the Venetian.

Then we get back up
to the room, and wham!

She hit you?

That's why I left
in the first place.

My wife, she has a problem
with rage.

So you're saying that
Crissy hits you?

Crissy kicks my ass.

I thought things
would get better,
but they only got worse.

I'm sorry, but I have to ask.

You know, you're
a pretty big guy and Crissy,
she's a little bitty thing.

You're wondering
how could she kick my ass?

Well, yeah.
One word.

Karate.

It's very empowering.
You wanna see me
break something in half?

When we first got married,
I convinced Crissy to take
a self-defense course.

She was so tiny and delicate.

So sweet and so dumb.

I only feel safe
when she's asleep.

When she's awake,
she goes from
nice and sweet to...

Wow.

You considered counseling?

Counseling?

I don't think Crissy
would go for it.

Well, have you ever asked her?
Yeah, about 100 times.

But you still
want to be with her?
You know the whole...

Yeah. I was only with that
other woman because I wanted
some tenderness.

You know, to touch a woman
that wasn't trying to
fracture my skull.

But Crissy's the one I love.

What can I say? I love him.

You just have a very...

unusual way of showing it.

Crissy, you got to stop
kicking his ass.

Mary, it's like when you
hold a tiny kitten...

and it's so cute.

You just want to squeeze it.

I love Grant that much.

And sometimes, I just
can't control myself.

You are going to have to...

start standing up
for yourself.

You've got to start setting
some boundaries, my friend.

Boundaries?

With Crissy?
I promise you,
she will respect you for it.

Listen to Delinda.

Have a seat. Won't you?

Thanks, Greg. You can guard
your golf clubs now.

Well?

Far as I can tell,
you've got nothing on me.

You are currently
correct, sir.

Then why am I here?

You are here...

Because you're gonna show me
how you cheat.

That's me.
Again, you are correct.

That is you yesterday.

And that is Adam and Danny
right now.

Thanks for the advice
about Nessa. I'm formulating
my battle plan as we speak.

All right. Cool, then.
Got it. Just... Okay.

Okay. Bye-bye.
Take care.

This won't prove anything.

Adam might see me gambling,
but he'll know
it's not me gambling now.

Why is that?
Because the cards
are different?

Or maybe the video
won't match?

Gee whiz! Looks like
the right cards to me.

We're coming up
on the last hand.

You need to hit me
one more time.

Busted.

We're reshuffling.

When we're done here,
maybe we could
get some dinner?

Twice in one week.
I thought you had a rule?

I don't have a rule.

Maybe you're confusing my rule
with your rule.

I don't have a rule.

Dinner it is then.
Okay.

What's the next shoe?

It favors the players
23 hands to 32.

Wait. I feel something.

He's sending a tiny
electrical signal
through the table.

We got him.

You got me.

What do you want?

A confession
might be nice, huh?

Well, I guess
your little romance with Nessa
is gonna have to wait.

Come on. Up.

You're here!
Yeah, I just got back
a little while ago.

You've been rock-climbing
for a while?
Actually, no.

I met this guy on toehold
next to me. Really nice.

And he and his wife,
they invited me
to go with them...

to the art exhibit
at the Bellagio.

You ever been?

It's amazing. They got
"Man-ets" and "Mon-ets"
and "Cezannees."

Yeah, it's great.
Check it out.

I tipped the guy $100.
He let me ride
for an hour straight.

Did you go to
Cirque de Soleil?

Yeah, the new show, Ka.

They got this thing called
the "Wheel of Death."

It's really more like guys
in tights running
on giant hamster wheels...

but it's still pretty cool.

I'm glad you had a good time.

It's about to get better.

Wow, you can't even tell.
Try it on?

No. That's okay.
Yeah, it's your lucky suit.

You can't gamble
without your lucky suit.

You know, Sam? I...

I think I'm done
with gambling.
No, that's not good.

Yeah, it is good because
you opened my eyes to
a whole new Vegas...

with the restaurants
and the shops and the museums.

And then
there's the burro trip!

The burro trip.
Yeah, it leaves in an hour.

They take you out
to all the old silver mines...

and you ride the whole way
on a burro.

You know what I believe?
I believe that gambling is
in your blood.

Don't you feel that way?

You're your father's son,
and your father loved craps,
right?

And you love craps.
Remember the other day?

Your grandfather
loves craps, Bobby.
See, here's the thing, Sam.

My dad, as much as I
loved him...

he was sort of
obsessed with gambling.
Up big, then broke again.

I'm sure you saw
he had a problem, Sam.

Do you really think
I should be making
the same mistakes?

Bobby, you know
it's my job to get people
to stay at the tables, right?

I don't think you should be
making the same mistakes.

And if you tell anybody
I said that, I'll deny it.

Thank God, I didn't think
you'd understand.

Yeah.

Yeah, unfortunately, I do.

I still think you should
wear this.

Why? What for?
Because I'm gonna pick you up
in 12 hours.

After the burro thing.

Okay.

Can I keep this?

Yeah, sure.
Thanks.

Hi. Could you please
have the valet
bring my wife's car around?

Hey, Grant.
Hey!

Where's Crissy?
She's still upstairs packing.

You look like a new man.
I take it you took my advice?

I did, and, you know,
I think for the first time...

that woman upstairs
respects me.

We are so happy for you.
For both of you.

I think, things are gonna be
different from now on.
I really do.

That's great.

I wanted you ladies
to have this.

No.
No. We don't accept gratuity.

No, take it. I mean,
just as a symbol
of my appreciation.

You two saved me.

Thanks.
No.

I'm gonna go and wait
for Crissy in the car.

You have a great trip home.
I will.

See you later.
Bye.

We'll split it 50-50.

What about Mike, you know?
He kind of helped.

Yeah, but then the math
gets all complicated.

Good point.
Yeah.

Wait a minute. What is this?

That would be
a man's wedding band.

Hey, Russ, is Mr. Potter
still out front?

Just drove off
like a bat out of hell.

Without Crissy?
Without Crissy.