Las Vegas (2003–2008): Season 2, Episode 21 - Hide & Sneak - full transcript

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You the man.

Look, people. Now I know
you're all dying to try...

Gunther's fabulous new
lobster truffle dumplings...

but if you don't
have a reservation,
you're not getting in.

Come on.
Okay?

Delinda Deline?
Yes.

Hi. It's Seth.

Your third cousin,
twice removed,
on our mothers' side?

I wrote you I was coming.
Yes, Seth.

I just didn't think
you actually would.



We take our rumspringa
very serious.

Rum what?
Rumspringa.

It's an Amish custom.

We experience the outside
world before committing to
the traditional way of life.

I've been raising rabbits
and cutting wood
and building barns for years.

Now, I'm ready to splurge.

Oh, God!

That's great, Seth,
but don't you think you
might want to do your whole...

rum-a-spring-a-thinga
someplace else?

I mean, Vegas is a
pretty tough town for
someone who hasn't really...

experienced the outside world.

Aren't you
a pretty little thing.

I'm just so excited
you finally agreed to come.

You guys are legendary
in Monte Carlo.



So, your bank in Zurich
has cleared a $10 million
line of credit...

and that's extendable,
of course.

Just name your game
and we'll get you started.

Well, you don't travel light,
do you?

These curtains,
they absolutely
shut out the light?

Absolutely.

We like to stay in bed late.

So do I.

I'm Estefan.
I'm Sam.

A pleasure.

Yeah, what's up? What?

What do you mean,
the south escalator's frozen?

Yeah. I'm on my way.

Oh, no.

Sorry. Gyrostabilizers
must have become unstable.

That's quite all right.
Just enjoy the convention.

What?

Mitch, shut down
Gilbert the Geek's peep show,
would you?

Do it now.

I knew these guys
were going to be
a pain in the ass.

What the...
Why am I looking at me?

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Just popped up on
a monitor a little bit ago.

Maybe it's a glitch.

Maybe somebody's watching us
from our own system.

Daddy.
Don't you ever knock?

You think I would
after walking in on you
and mom so many times.

And who might
this young fellow be?

Seth, my third cousin,
twice removed.

Wild guess, the Amish cousin.

Your mother's family
is full of surprises.

How you doing there,
big fella?

It's nice to meet you, sir.

That's a heck of
a grip you got there.

Okay.

Listen, Daddy. I'd like
Security to watch
Cousin Seth around the clock.

Why?

I mean,
just look at him, Daddy.

He's a big innocent kid
who's never been off the farm.

Vegas'll fix that.

I mean, he doesn't look like
he needs any help.

Come on. You gotta excuse us.

Say, there, Seth.

Well, it was nice to meet you.
Yeah. Listen, I tell you what.

We're gonna comp your room,
some show tickets,
but not the buffet.

We won't comp that.
You'll break us.

So you guys have a good time.

Okay.

We have a Brunson Alert.
It's up on P9.

Oh, God. Just what I needed.

I gotta go take care of this.
Hey, do me a favor.

Run a detailed background
check on all these exhibitors
at the convention.

Okay.
All right. Check you later.

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Did anybody see you?
No.

Are you sure?

Are you questioning
my clandestine ability?

I didn't think so.

It's a text message from Ed.

He always
had impeccable timing.

He wants us back
at the Montecito.

Sorry, mate.

We can be a little late
for work. Don't you...

How can you just turn
it off like that?

What...

Now I know why they call her
the Ice Queen.

Hey! Who's the lucky guy?

What?

That's a hot outfit.
You must have a date.
There's no date.

Then why are you getting
so defensive?
I'm...

Nessa.

He's been casing
the pit for over an hour.

Danny, there's a suspicious
character circling Pit 47.

Give me facial recognition
on this guy.
You got it.

Are you wearing perfume?
What? No.

Vic Kenner, a.k.a. Vid Kid,
a security tech with a
rap sheet as long as your arm.

Wait a second.
I know this guy.

I busted him, like,
six months ago
in a maintenance uniform...

tampering with
surveillance cameras.

This could be our answer.

What answer?
Nothing.

Is there something
going on I should know?

You mean, other than
the fact that you're
wearing lady's perfume?

Yeah. We got a possible
suspect in a baseball cap...

and dark sunglasses,
circling Pit 47.

All right. Talk to me.

All right. Take him down.

Hey! Mr. Brunson.

Hey! This is fake!

What the hell! Look at this.
What is this?

It's good to see you.

Mr. Brunson believes it's good
to see you, too, Mr. McCoy,
despite your entrance.

Danny, this is Jason Decker.

Ed and I have been showing him
around the Montecito.

Pleasure to meet you.

As you can see...

Mr. Decker is
an outside consultant.

He's evaluating the Montecito
operations for possible sale.

On Mr. Brunson's behalf,
of course.

Excellent dumplings.
My compliments to the chef.

Make a note to pass along
Jason's compliments
to Gunther.

So the rumors are true?
You plan on selling
the Montecito.

Mr. Brunson can't
comment on that.
Nothing personal.

Actually, Gavin, it is.
It is pretty personal.

You've got a bunch
of people around here,
they're kind of waiting...

and wondering
if they're gonna have a job.

To tell you the truth,
my team and I, we're not very
good at waiting and wondering.

I'm sure Jason will take
that into consideration.
Won't you, Jason?

I take everything
into consideration.

Mr. Brunson, you have dinner
with Steve Wynn.

We best get going.
Yeah.

Steve's anxious
to show off his new place.

All right.
Well, it's good.

I just think I'm gonna
wander around a bit.
Make myself at home.

Okay, it was nice
to meet you.
Okay.

My Euro-whales need a private
baccarat table every night
from sunset to sunrise.

I need everything
to be perfect.

So, will you be croupier?
Absolutely not.

That's a nice aftershave.
Nice outfit.

Whatever you want.
I'll do it. Fine.
Yeah, that's what I thought.

My whales,
they have a few superstitions.

Like what?

Well, one of them likes...

The cross that she's wearing,
she will take it off, yes?

Of course.
Good.

Now we discuss the menu.

Hey, Mar.
Hey.

I need your help.
I have a situation.
What situation?

Who is he?
My cousin, Seth.

He's here for
his rum-a-spring-a-thinga.

He wants
to experience Vegas...

but something tells me
he's not quite ready yet.

Would that something be
his haircut or his clothes...

or his big dumb-ass grin?

Hello!

Are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

Dee...

I don't think anyone is ever
thinking what you're thinking.

Wow. I'll say.

Vegas may eat him alive,
but at least he'll look good.

I wouldn't mind
taking a nibble.
Me, neither.

Hey, if you're looking
for a volunteer
to show him the sights...

the convention's over
for the night.

Yeah, and I can
rearrange my schedule.

If anybody is going
to show him this town,
it's me.

Before you show him the town,
you might want to make sure...

he's not showing it something.

Apparently the Amish aren't
allowed zippers or buttons.

It's a modesty thing.

Are you wearing
Mike's aftershave?

Excuse me, sir,
please remove any metallic
objects from your pockets...

and come with me.
Is that me?

A little light reading?
We live in a paperless
society you know.

Just something Ed
wants me to look into.

What's going on?
Nothing.

Then why is Jason Decker here?

He evaluates properties
for hostile takeovers.

It's not hostile.
He's just evaluating
our operations for Brunson.

That's all.

So the rumors
about Brunson selling
the Montecito are true?

He wouldn't comment,
but I do know that Sam's
husband's looking into it.

Casey Manning really wants
to buy the Montecito?

That's the word.

It is you. Hold on.

What are you...

See, this is what we
surveillance professionals
refer to as a bug.

That was on me?

There's some kind
of oil on the microchip.

The circuitry's
very sophisticated.

These letters are Cyrillic,
I believe.
Russian.

Any idea who could have
got close enough to pin
this bug on you?

I don't know.
It could have been anyone.

I was in the
convention center all day.

Whoever it was
got close enough
to plant one on you.

You got tagged, Mr. D.

Detection alarms didn't go off
because you entered through
your private entrance.

Or somebody got you in here.

The only person that was
in here was Delinda's cousin.

Yeah, but...

So, I swept your office
and the surveillance room.

Both are clean.
Sorry.

Yeah, his name is Seth, honey.
He says he's
a cousin of yours.

Jillian, if I
remembered meeting him
at your aunt's funeral...

I wouldn't have asked.

Right. Well, thank you.
All right, honey.

You know, the Amish are very,
very frugal people.

Maybe you should, spend some
more time with your relatives.

Maybe I should leave.

Honey, no,
you're absolutely right.

You're right,
it was completely
uncalled for.

Yeah, I'll see you later.

Do you know how
I've stayed married so long?

See, every single
conversation that I have,
every single one...

and no matter what the subject
is, approximately every three
to four minutes...

I say,
"Yes, dear, you're right."

I will certainly
remember that, sir.

Don't be a wiseass.

Anyway, so this Seth...

it's definitely his first trip
away from the homestead.

And where he comes from
a zipper's considered
high tech...

so I don't think he's remotely
even a possibility.

I also checked the
surveillance footage of you
and Danny last 24 hours.

I estimate 2,000 people came
within arm's length.

Obviously, it'll take a while
to check them all.

So, we have to narrow
our focus.
Yes.

And we do have a convention
of security and surveillance
experts in the house.

That's why I have Danny
running a background check
on all these exhibitors.

Right? What do you got?
I'd call him a person
of interest.

Hank Davis,
formerly Hans Dietrich,
Stasi operative.

East German secret police.

Very interesting.

This guy, definitely,
would know how to quietly
plant a bug on somebody.

Why don't you pick him up?
All right.

And, boys, quietly.

It'll be tough if
he's wearing that shirt.

What does that mean?

Banco.

This is everything,
just the way you ordered it.

Thank you.

What's wrong?

Is everything okay?
Is there something
I can get you?

Can I get you something?
Where'd he go? What's...

You were specifically
instructed, no garlic.

Yes. I was very clear
with the chef about that...

and I forgot about
the garlic in the olives.

It's really not a big deal.
I can get him another drink.

I'm afraid it is,
as you say, "a big deal."

We go now.
No.

There's no reason to go now.
Darky, there's no
reason to go.

I think if we talked
about this for a while,
I can get you anything.

I can get you...

Okay, these people...
Playing from sunset
to sunrise.

No crosses on the dealers.
Now the garlic olives.

Doesn't this strike you
as a little bit odd?
You think?

They also covered
the mirrors in their suite.

They're eccentric.

They're vampires.

I have never had so much fun
in my entire life!

Dee, it was awesome!
Do we have to call it a night?

Seth, Rome wasn't burned
in a day. Vegas'll be there
in the morning.

Now go upstairs and
get some rest. I'll meet you
for breakfast tomorrow.

Okay. Good night.

Ghost Bar, here I come.

Forgive me,
but I had to apologize.

How'd you get in here?

I have my ways.

No. Back up the track,
Euro-boy. There's no coming
into my suite uninvited.

I don't even know you.

To truly know another
can take an eternity.

Whatever. Bye-bye.

Floating. Okay. All right.
We'll see you back
at the tables.

Have a seat, Hans.
My name is Hank.

Yeah, whatever.

Sure, Hank, Hans.

It doesn't matter.

We know Stasi
when we smell it.

Now, you care to tell me
why you bugged my associate?

I didn't bug anybody.
I'm a respectable businessman.

I sell nanny cams.
I'm a NASCAR dad.

I know my rights.

I've done nothing wrong
in your casino. You have
no reason to hold me.

I'm afraid he's right, boys.
Let him go.

Let him go?
We have nothing
to hold him on.

Sir, I 'm very sorry
about the misunderstanding...

and I hope there's
no hard feelings.

Ed, what's going on?

Yeah, I know these guys.

You could sweat him
forever and they'll
never say anything.

A little torture might help.
But you told us
to bring him in.

Hi.
I'd like to speak to Estefan.

By the way,
the private baccarat table,
still waiting.

I'm sorry, but he has
retired for the evening.
Everyone has retired.

Okay, here's the deal.
This is a high-roller suite.

Now, I'm not sure
if you're familiar
with that...

but this is what we
offer to our clients
when they play big.

So far you all have played
one hand at a private table...

that I've been
holding all night long.

Define big.
A least $100,000 a day.

$100,000 on lucky 13.

Twenty, black.

I trust that will take care
of things for today.

Keep breathing.

You okay, buddy?
I'm great, man.

Yeah, I know,
it's a little tight in here.
It's fine.

You feel like the walls
are closing in on you?

No. I'm great.
Yeah.

Thank God I'm
not claustrophobic.
You're funny.

You know, we've been at this
for almost an hour now.

You sure you figured it right?

There's only so many places
the control circuits merge.

We search those
and we can find out
where they spliced in.

Yeah.

So how long you and Nessa
been doing the big nasty?

What are you talking about?
The perfume?
Yeah.

No, I mean, that belongs
to a girl I've been dating
out of Henderson.

Name's Rachel. Great girl.
Optometrist. And...

Give it up.
You are the worst liar.

All right. Listen, you can't
tell anybody this, Danny.
Nobody knows.

So I'm guessing you and Mike
have been seeing each other
since Valentine's Day?

Please, Mary,
you can't tell anyone.

It just sort of happened.

And?
And what?

I want details.

And we were
finally going to do it.

Tonight?
Yeah.

Actually, though, I'm glad
Ed called us in because...

I don't know if I'm ready
to take it to the next step.

And, you know,
I'm all ready for a wham-bam,
thank you ma'am.

Do you know what I mean?
Yeah.

It's not always about sex,
you know, Danny.
Dude, you sound like a girl.

There's nothing wrong
with a man who likes
to cuddle now and then.

Stop.
You're embarrassing yourself.

Well, lookee here.

What is it?

Power down the monitors.

Yeah?
Danny, stop whatever
the hell you're doing.

Stop. Put it back.

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Mary, have you seen Seth?
I've been looking
for him all morning.

Is that the Seth
you're looking for?

What are you doing?

It's called a body shot.
I especially enjoy the lime.

You want to try one?

You were supposed to meet me
for breakfast three hours ago.

Sorry, Delinda,
but I don't have a watch.

You know, Amish.
Very funny, Seth.

I was really
worried about you.

Housekeeping told me
your bed wasn't slept in.

Sorry, Delinda,
but Vegas is just
too darn exciting to sleep.

I went back to that Ghost
place you took me to.

Ghost Bar?
Right.

And that's where
I met these lovely ladies.

We partied till dawn,
and then I took them
back here for a swim.

Go change, now!

I've created a monster.
Lighten up, Dee.

I seem to recall a certain
young lady doing exactly
the same thing...

with the entire
UNLV football team.

That's different.
Oh, yeah? How?

They just beat USC.

Seth, your fly is open!
Oh, my God!

What happened?

Oh, my God!

Put this on!

I need my car out
front right away.
Okay, come on.

Did he just catch his...

They got to have
an inside man...

because there is no way
they could have pulled
this off without one.

They know our every move.

What about the knackwurst,
Hans?

When he's not on
the convention floor,
he's been up in his room.

Here, look.

How often does he go
back and forth?

I don't know,
about every hour.

Housekeeping!
Get out!
We told you, no maids.

Sorry, sir.
Out!

Sorry.

What do you want?

Easy now.

We're compromised.
Abort! Repeat, abort!

Sit.

So, come on. Tell me.
Who are you working for?

If I knew,
I'd tell you, I swear.

Ed! Come on.

Remember what
happened last time?

Remember that mess?
We had to repaint.

And that smell hung around
for weeks. Just thinking
about that makes me gag.

- Now, come on.
- Okay.

Vic Kenner, a.k.a. Vid Kid...

this'll be your third strike,
won't it, Vic?
Uh-oh.

I'm thinking they're gonna
love him in Nevada State.

Can you say "prison bitch?"
Go ahead, try it.

Prison bitch.

You know, your friends
rolled over on you.

So, you should be expecting
1,000 pound crap hammer
to be falling on your head.

They didn't tell you anything.
Right.

You know how easy it is
to pull a tongue out
with a pair of pliers?

If you don't talk,
I'm gonna pull yours out.

We were hired
by untraceable e-mails
and paid in Swiss accounts.

We get encrypted instructions
on a need-to-know basis.

Whoever is running this
is being very careful.

I'll check the e-mails
and encryption,
see what I can find out.

Hi.

I need to speak to Estefan.
I'm sorry, he's asleep.

Right, sunlight
and all of that.

No one is to disturb him
until sunset.

Yeah, I got it. No sunlight.
No garlic. No crosses.
No mirrors.

Now, the floating thing.

I've never seen that before.
Is he a magician?

You know, the $100,000
last night, that was amazing.

But today's another day.
Very well.

I will go down to
the tables in five minutes.
Well, I think that's a...

I will be getting
in that room.

Hey.
Hey. Listen. We need to talk.

Here?

Yeah, listen, as much fun
as I've had, this isn't
gonna work for me.

What?
I just...

I don't think that you can
handle being a booty buddy.

Booty buddy?
Yeah, you know,
friends who sometimes...

I can't talk about
this right now.

Sorry about your car.

What's a little
vomit among family?

Tequila sure hits you hard
when you skip breakfast.

Here, I got you something.

Cool. Thanks.

What is it?
It's a PDA cell phone
and digital assistant.

It even has global
positioning. Now we
can call each other anytime.

I put my number on speed dial.
I get it. This is my cowbell.

Don't take this
the wrong way, Seth,
but you're kind of a bumpkin.

I still don't understand
why we're going up here.

I really don't understand
why you need me.

We're going because I hear
there's some strange things
going on in their suite.

How long have you worked here?

I'm not talking about
normal Vegas weirdness.

Like when we had to fill up
a bathtub with peeled grapes.

Remember the
mink-lined milk bottles?

Remember that guy who wanted
us to have a showgirl...

go up to his room
and use the toilet and...
That was weird.

Yeah. That was weird.
Not flush?

Yeah.

Anyway, someone told me that
these David BlainelBela Lugosi
wannabes...

are into some sort
of satanic crap.

What does that mean?
Like, sacrificing
small animals?

Or maybe even,
like, human sacrifice.
I don't care about that.

But if they're chopping up
puppies, they're out,
millions or no millions.

And why do you need me?

Why are you so covered up?

This? This is covered up?
Yeah! Compared to
what you always wear?

When you're right,
you're right.

Can we put, like, a thing...
Oh, come on.

Just a little.

What's happening to you?

I said "trashy."
This is the best you could do?

Sorry. They cancelled
my whores-are-us-card.

What's the big deal
about getting
inside this room?

You know, when you gots
to know, you gots to know.

You should know that
housekeeping's too freaked
to go anywhere near them.

Everyone thinks
they're vampires.
Yeah. I know.

Are you sure this
is going to work?

Your breasts
can get in anywhere.

It's the getting out
that worries me.

Ladies.

I'm with her.

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Going in. Watch my back.

Who's going to watch my back?

So where's our boy Seth?
Out experiencing Vegas.

He's been to every
casino in town.

Even jumped on stage at the
MGM to teach the show girls
how to clog dance and yodel.

What? Have you been
getting complaints?

No. No complaints.
Everyone loves him.

They're thinking
of making him mayor.

He's getting invited places
even I haven't been.

So what's the problem?
I gave him a PDA
to stay in touch.

Now he calls me
every five minutes.

Hello, Seth.

Wait, where are you?

- A backroom poker game?
- It's wild.

There's, like,
$100,000 on the table.

And hookers with breasts
bigger than watermelons.

Seth, where are you?
I gotta go.
I'll call you soon.

Seth.

What's up, boss?

Listen, I've been
sitting here.

Now, I remembered,
when we were in
that holding room...

and I asked you
for something to write on.
Decker's business card.

Right, and it had some kind
of oily crap in the corner.

The bugs we pulled
off of you and Danny
had oil on them, too.

That is correct.

So, you think the
two oils are the same?
Well, let's find out.

Comparing the
chemical composition of
various oils is no easy task.

There's viscosity, the source,
vegetable, mineral, animal...

Can you do it?
Ed, you're talking
to Mike Cannon.

Of course I can do it.
Do it.

If it is the same oil,
then the arrows point
to Decker.

But why would he want
to spy on us? We work
for the same guy.

It doesn't make any sense.
No. It doesn't
make any sense, yet.

If it is him, you'd think
a guy with a $2,000 suit...

would have washed his hands
once in a while.

Let's just analyze
his hygiene habits later.

Would you please just find
out if he's our guy?

We're on it.

Right. Okay.

Lame Goth sex parties.
So disappointing.

They're so pale.

Great party. Get your clothes
on, and get the hell out.

On the left,
the oil from the bugs.

On the right, the oil I lifted
from Decker's business card.

Note the similarities
in chemical composition.

Similar?
They're exactly the same.
Exactly the same.

But the oil isn't
motor oil or machine oil.

In fact, it's not
a petroleum derivative at all.

It's olive oil.
Lobster truffle olive oil,
to be exact.

And Decker was
eating a plate of
Gunther's lobster dumplings...

when he handed me
that business card
the other day.

What do you got?

Decker is who he says he is,
a valuation consultant.

But he still has ties
to his old employer,
Signa Corps.

The real estate
investment trust.

It just so happens, about
six months ago, Signa Corps
started aggressively...

acquiring gaming properties
in Atlantic City
and Las Vegas.

That would make
the Montecito a nice
addition to their portfolio.

He's double-dipping.
So we know it's Decker.

Then why all the undercover
stuff? The bugs, Vid-Kid,
Hans Dietrich?

Probably just doesn't
want Brunson knowing
what he's up to.

What is he up to?
He's creating
a security lapse, Mike.

Trying to make the Montecito
look like it has problems.

No. It's a lot worse.

He's trying to make
us look real stupid.

Sam. Have you seen Seth?
I'm really worried about him.

Delinda, he's an adult.

He shows up this sweet,
unspoiled country boy...

and now I've turned him
into some sort of...
American?

Oh, God.
Yeah.

Listen, there's this thing,
I'm not sure if you've
heard of it or not.

It's called
personal responsibility.

Yeah, but he's overdoing it.
And it's all my fault.

Good. Everyone overdoes it.
That's why we're here.

Yeah, but he's
picking up slutty girls.
That's excellent, actually.

He wears the Boy George hats,
but he's not gay.

And he's drinking like a fish.
Helps kill
the slutty-girl germs.

At least he's not gambling.
I set him up at
a backroom poker game.

You did what?

He'll have something to
tell his 37 grandchildren.

Sam!

It appears you
proved your point, Jason.

I never thought anyone
could beat Ed Deline
at his own game.

Well, no one's infallible,
not even Ed Deline.

You're just lucky
I found the flaw and not
some prospective buyer.

Someone's trying to access
the holding vault.

Really? Who?
The system says it's you.

Hey!

Hey, Gavin.

Come to visit your money?
I gotta tell you something.

Boy, that damn Gunther.
He makes a hell of a dumpling.

Hell of a dumpling.
It's damn good.

The problem is, it does get
awful messy. You know
what I'm saying, Decker?

What are you saying?

Well, I'm saying, it's real
messy, kind of like your work.

See...

you left some of that dipping
sauce on your business card.

And on the bug you
planted on Danny.

I told you they're good.
Touch?, Ed.

But you got to admit,
I had you.

Okay. I admit you had me.
I guess.

But, I'll tell you,
more importantly,
I know I got you.

What are you talking about?
Just correct me if I'm wrong.

You do have a personal service
contract with Mr. Brunson,
here, do you not?

I do.

But, over here,
you're working
for Signa Corps...

in their unsolicited bid
to buy the Montecito.

Well, sneaky, here,
he's not only getting
money from both ends...

he's trying to devalue
the Montecito so he can
manipulate the sale price.

And once word leaks
out that we have
a problem with security...

the stock price adjusts
downward, accordingly.

And Signa Corps
would swoop in.

Old Decker, here, was standing
to make about $100 million.

Is this true, Jason?

You're a Vegas dinosaur,
Deline.

Take that smile off
your face, weasel...

and you thank God
that I'm not...

because if I was,
I'd chop your ass up
in so many little pieces.

Then I'd take that garbage
out to the desert and put it
in a big old ant hill.

That's the way they used
to deal with scum like you
who tried to burn this town.

Get him out of here.
Get him out of my face.

Let's go.

##

Hey, Delinda, wait up.
Seth, you're okay.

Of course.
I was going crazy.

I didn't hear from you,
and you weren't
answering your phone.

I know. I'm sorry, I just got
wrapped up in the poker game.

I've never seen anyone
bet that much money before.

Hey, what happened
to your new clothes?

I gave them to a guy
living on the streets.
I don't need them anymore.

I'm going home.
But you were only here
for a few days.

I thought you wanted
to experience life.

Well, like Sarah says,
that's the beauty of Vegas.

You can experience
a lifetime in 48 hours.
That's true.

Who is Sarah?
My fianc?e.

Do I know her?
You sort of met at the pool.

Body shot girl!

She was here
for her rumspringa, too.
Small world.

We've got a bus
to catch, so...

I won't need this anymore.

I'll miss you.

Bye!
Bye.

You guys ever wonder what
the simple life would be like?

No.
Me, either.

Nessa, can I talk to you?

You can't still be upset
with my decision.

What decision?

You're just going to have
to get over me, mate.

Over you?
Come one. What's going on?

Come on.

Apparently nothing,
because I'm not willing
to be a booty buddy.

Booty buddy?
I thought it was booty bunny.

No, you're
the booty bunny, sweetie.

Bunnies are cute.
Yes, they are.

Let's give them
a little space.
Thank you, Mary.

No.
Come on. Yes.

I just...
I don't think it'll work.
We're friends.

Danny and Mary
are friends and look,
that is a bad example.

Yeah, and this was your idea.

Yes, but...

You really want to
go down this path?

Nessa, I like you.
You like me.
We have fun together.

So, Gavin, yes or no?
Are you selling it or not?

That's privileged information.

But if I do sell,
I'd recommend you and
your staff to the new owners.

Ed, any potential buyer
knows you're one of the
Montecito's biggest assets.

Appreciate it.

That said, if I do sell...

it's completely out
of my hands whether
they keep you or not.

We'll hopefully be here,
or until next time.

Until that time.