Las Vegas (2003–2008): Season 2, Episode 5 - Good Run of Bad Luck - full transcript

Hey.
Hey.

Richard Allen Wesley is dead.

You're kidding.

Killed in a prison fight.

It was all over MSNBC
this morning.

What? You guys don't think
I watch the news?

No.

Okay, my manicurist told me.
But she saw it on MSNBC.

How's it feel knowing
the man who tried to kill you
is never coming back?

Like I just won $1 million.

Speaking of $1 million,
we were just wondering
about the legend...



of Gardy Grissom's
buried silver.

What?

If the legend is true,
you're the only one who knows
where it is.

You said you'd never talk
about it until he was dead,
and Wes is dead, baby.

We were thinking
maybe we could help you
find it.

For a cut, of course.

Are you being serious?

Yeah.

There's no silver.

Who buries treasure
in the desert?

Oh, I don't know.

Rich, eccentric millionaires
like Gardy Grissom.

Yeah, but this guy
could weave a tale.
So this was just one of them.

We'll never know
until we start digging.



We'll take the day off.
It'll be an adventure.

I can't go, freaks.
I have to work.

I have a client coming in...

and he owns
half the tanning salons
in California.

Do you mind
if we look for the silver?

Well, okay.
But you're just going
to waste your time.

Well, it's our time to waste.

Please?

Fine. I'll give you
the supposed map.

But if you guys
find any silver, I get my cut.

Of course.

All right.

Hey.

Hey.

What are you doin'?
You missing a valet?

No. Actually, I'm just...

waitin' for Clint Black
to show up.

Don't tell the brothers,
but I'm a big fan.

No, not a soul.

But, you'll be waitin'
about 24 hours.

So you might want to think
about goin' back to work.

Isn't he checkin' in?

No, he's not. He's staying
with some friends.

Welcome to the Montecito.

Thank you.

Do you happen to know
where Danny McCoy is?

Danny McCoy?

Yeah. I think
he works in surveillance.

Yeah. I think he was headed
for that coffee shop.

It's right through there.

Thank you.

Sure.

Huh?
Nah.

Danny?

Yeah.

I'm Connie Beckner.

Sgt. Beckner's wife?
I was his wife.

Connie, of course.
I've seen your picture.

Your husband
was a good Marine.

A good man.

He thought the same of you.

You're probably wondering
what I'm doing here.

You don't know me...

but he always talked about you
when he e-mailed or called.

It's great
to finally meet you.

I meant to call you
when I got back, but...

you know, things just...

I know.

I'm so sorry
about what happened.

It's okay. I know.

Have a seat.

Thank you.

Wow, look at this.

This is Carter.

Carter.

He looks just like his dad.

Kent always said
if anything
ever happened to him...

or if I needed anything,
to look you up.

Of course. Sure.
Is there something you need?

I just drove
all the way up from Tucson
for a job interview...

and the friend that was
supposed to watch Carter
got sick.

So I was wondering,
could you? Possibly?

You want me
to watch your baby?

I don't know anybody else
in town. And the interview's
in half an hour.

Yeah. Yeah, sure.
I guess I could do that.

Thank you.
I'm sure it won't take long.

So, where's your interview?

A management company.
Stoner...

Stoner Sacks?

Yeah. That's it.

It's just a bookkeeping job,
but it's a start.

Here's the diaper bag.
Everything you need
is in here.

His favorite binky
is on the side pocket...

but only if he gets fussy.

You're not going to get fussy,
are you?
No, I didn't think so.

All my contact information
is on the other side pocket,
including my cell number.

Okay. I got it.

Well, you look perfect.

So take a deep breath
and just be yourself.

Okay. I guess
I should get going.

Okay.

So if you want to have lunch
or something
when you get back...

you know, we could talk.

That'd be nice.

Bye, sweetie.
I love you so much.

I'll see you. Thank you.

No, no. Connie?

Mr. Taylor?
I'm Samantha Marquez,
your casino host.

If we're gonna be lovers,
you must call me Bernard.

Mr. Taylor is my father.

Oh, he's still alive?

I heard you were feisty.

We're going to have fun
spending my money,
I can tell.

Yes, we are, and please
let me know any way
that I can help you do that.

Anything
not involving my chest.

There is one thing
that would please me.

Of course.

No comps.
I want to pay for everything,
including my suite.

You know
that's a courtesy we extend
to our preferred guests.

Well, I prefer
not to be preferred.

I've got
a lot of money in this bag,
and I plan to throw it around.

Okay. No freebies.
Lots of spending.
Anything else?

Yes. I want to throw
a big bash tonight in
that club of yours, Mystique.

Mystique, yes.

I hear it's very hot.

Actually it's scalding,
but tonight
is a little short notice...

Did I mention
I'll pay you double?

Mystique's yours.
What's the occasion?

My wife's leaving me.

Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that.

Don't be.
It's my fourth divorce,
and frankly...

I've come to enjoy them
more than the marriages.

A little divorce party?

Trend-setter,
don't you think?

I love it.

I'm seeing an ice sculpture,
maybe champagne fountains,
and...

you know, caviar, p?t?,
cracked crab.

Of course.

I'm also seeing the room
packed with strange,
beautiful women...

ideally all of questionable
moral fiber.

That shouldn't be a problem.
I'll pass the word.

No blondes. I detest blondes.

Number four was a blonde?

All of them were,
except for my first.

She was a raven-haired beauty.
And I did hate her the least.

Hi, Mitch. Hi, Daddy.

Hi, honey.

I'm taking the day off.

That's nice.

Listen, I'm gonna need
to borrow the hotel Escalade.

Our Escalade?
What the heck for?

Nessa, Mary, and I
are going to the desert
to look for buried treasure.

Buried treasure?

Well, basically you're all
taking the day off then?

Oh, no. Just me.
They're calling in sick.

Ed, we have a disturbance
on the floor.

You want your binky?

You want your binky?

What the hell is a binky
anyway?

A pacifier.

What?

Binky. Pacifier. Same thing.

I didn't know
you knew anything
about kids.

Really? Let me
just ask you a question:

Do you think that
Delinda came into this world
at 5-foot-9?

Right.

Right. So, excuse us.
Sorry, everybody.

Come on. Walk.

How you doin'?

You don't have to
carry him like a bowl of soup,
like it's hot soup.

Listen. I guess
you're gonna make me ask you.
What's with the baby, Danny?

I'm just watchin' him
for a couple hours...

while his mom's
at a job interview.

That pretty brunette
that came in this morning?

Yeah. Connie. She's alone,
and I sort of owe her.

And you owe her because...

Her husband Kent
was one of the guys
I gave the last order to.

So, the guy
I sent you to talk to,
how's that goin'?

Good. It's helpin'.

It's helpin',
but Connie's counting on me,
so I got to...

I'm counting on you too, Mom.

I'm counting on you
not to empty out my casino...

which screaming, crying babies
have a tendency to do.

I think
he just misses his mom.
She'll be back pretty soon.

Here's your purse.

Shh.

Francesca, you got my message.

Final bets!

There's a huge party
at Mystique.

I can put you on the list
if you want.

Come on, come on!

Sweetie, is your hair
still red?

What the hell?

Good for you.
See you tonight.

Nice!
We have a winner
on black 22.

I didn't come here to win.
I came here to lose.

They told me roulette
was the worst odds.

Okay, I'm confused.

My wife
will get 50% of everything
in the divorce.

I plan on that being
50% of nothing.

Wait, so you plan
on going broke
just to screw your ex?

Everything
she could come after
I've already sold.

I sold the tanning salons.
I sold the house.

Making you totally liquid.
Got it.

My entire net worth
would fit in that briefcase.

Do you know how freeing
that feels? It's like
I'm not wearing underwear.

Bernard, I have to tell you,

if you plan on
spending all of that money
here at the Montecito...

I'm feeling
a little breezy myself.

Really?

Shall we try craps?

It even sounds
like flushing money
down the toilet.

Let's go lose.

Oh, yes.

Hey, Connie.
It's Danny. Again.

Listen, I haven't heard
back from you and
I'm getting a little worried.

So, please, call me back
as soon as you get this.

How much further?

Where's the navigation system?

Daddy took that out.
Says he didn't like
being told what to do.

There's a surprise.

That's the top-of-the-line
hand-held
global positioning system.

256 color LCD display.

I'm feeling sick.

I already plugged
in the coordinates
into the geographical marker.

Sam's map will take us
in the rest of the way.

Hey, shouldn't we pull over?

She'll get over it.

When we were growing up,
she complained all the way...

from Cinque Terre
in the Northern Dolomites
and all the way back to Rome.

It's just the bumpy roads,
and the dust, and the nature.

There's a pressure point
in between your thumb
and the forefinger...

calms the stomach.

Global positioning gadgets,
pressure points...

and, I might add,
a backpack
that actually looks used?

I had no idea
you were such a Girl Scout.

Daddy sent me to survival camp
when I was 12.

You're kidding.

Trust me. She isn't.

All the CIA dads
were doing it.

For their sons.

What's that supposed to mean?

Is it lost on you
that your father wanted a boy?

He did not!

Watch out!

Hey!

Now look
what you made me do!

You were driving!

Shut up!

You shut up!

Great! We're stranded.

We're not stranded.

I mean, we are,
in the technical sense.

I'll just call
the auto club.

We're gonna be fine.

Oh, my God.

That's not humanly possible.

Mother's not back yet?

No, not yet.

I'm out of here.

All right. Time for
a coffee break.

You know
what you gotta do?

Throw this kid away
and get a clean one?

That is somewhat funny,
but no. Just change him.

What? No. You do it.

Good luck, Danny.
No, you do that.

Me do it?
Why would I do it?
It's your favor.

Because you know babies.
You said Delinda
was one yourself.

Shut up, just shut up.

Okay, get me the diaper bag.

The diaper bag.

Now, look, do this once,
Danny boy, and I want you
to watch and learn.

Only once.

Okay.

First, you lift the legs
like this, right?

Above the offending diaper.

And then,
take the wipies out.
The wipies!

You wipe him clean.

Gross. This is...

I'm getting a vasectomy.

Now you take the dirty wipies
and you put them
into the dirty diaper...

and you roll it up.

Here you go.

Oh, no.

Now give me a clean diaper.

And you lift the little guy up
and slide it right under him
like that...

and then
you lower him ever so gently,
and there.

Is that better,
little guy?

What about this cream?

You don't have to go there.
That's only
if he's got irritation.

You know what?

When Delinda was a baby
she had the worst
diaper rash ever.

Just a hunch, but she
might want to keep that
within the family.

She would sit around for hours
in a wet diaper.

Just all smiles, not a peep.
I mean,
she was really a happy baby.

I'm surprised
you didn't have more kids.

Yeah.

I kinda wish
I could have had a boy.

Of course,
there are some drawbacks.

Leave. Both of you leave.
Leave me alone.
Leave me alone.

I'm sure the auto club
can find us
if I can just get a signal.

Well, at least
the vultures are gone.

Buzzards. I got good news.

We're only 3.4 miles northeast
of the rock formation
we're looking for.

That's lovely.
I think you're forgetting
that we have a flat tire.

Maybe we should
just leave the car here.

We're gonna have to hoof it
part of the way anyway.

Is it not apparent
that I don't hoof?

You want to stay behind?
That's cool.

Mary and I'll split it
two ways.

You are manipulative.

Okay, maybe if we move
I can get a signal.

And if we can't,
I'll change the tire myself...

when we get back
with the silver.

You can fix this?

Yup.

Good thing Daddy convinced me
to take auto shop
instead of home ec.

I'm calling my lawyer, Bernie.

Good.
May I dial for you?

Here, let's just put this down
for 12, hard ways. Boxcars.

That's what
you'll be living in: A boxcar.

Carlos,
I don't care what it is,
as long as it's here by 10:00.

Just get my lawyer
on the phone now.

See? Now I owe you.

Bernard is in Vegas.

Yeah, baby! Nothin'!

Can I get you anything?

What's with
Mr. And Mrs. Melanoma
over there?

Bitter divorce.

He's trying to
throw all their money away
so she can't have any.

Really?
That's some kinda genius.

Is he losin'?

Oh, yeah.

I guess
we should be happy then.

We should.

Snake eyes!

Snake eyes in honor
of the old ball and chain.

Divorce?

Oh, yeah.

Look at this.
You know the house you had
your eyes on in Malibu?

I'm gonna kill you!

Oh, no, no.
Get off me.

Watch the plugs!
Watch the plugs!

I'm sorry
I ever met you.

It's a little late
to apologize now.

Do you think
there are snakes out here?

Just the diamondback...

or the southwestern
speckled rattler.

They tend to favor rocky,
hilly areas.

Are you kidding me?

No. They definitely like
the rocks and the hills.

I have to go
the little girls' room.

I have a tissue.

Oh, no!
What?

The cap's fallen off
my water.

Wonderful.

Did you have to go
to the "little" girls' room,
or the "big" girls' room?

Use this.

"Krielcamp Properties."
This is your rent check.

Yeah, well it's paper.
It's better than using leaves,
right?

Thank you,
but I think I'll wait.

Nice choice with the kittens
and puppies though.

Thank you. Yeah, it's from
the new SPCA series.

It's cute!
Yeah.

Can we move now, please?

Did you just stomp?

For emphasis.
We're losing light.

Isn't that
what we're looking for?

This is it.

We're gonna be rich.

"Take a bearing at 35 degrees
and travel 10 paces."

And there
we'll find the silver.

I have a problem.

Yeah, I can see that.

Connie's been gone
for four hours.

I've left her
several messages.
I even called the hospital.

That don't sound right.

A mother
doesn't leave her baby
that long.

She had a job interview?

Stoner Sacks.
I called there, too.

Yeah? And when did they say
she left?

She didn't. According to them,
she never even
had an interview.

When I put that
all together...

I guess
she chose to disappear.

Eight, nine, ten.

How do you know
how wide
to make each step?

I think
it's just a full stride.

Not if your legs
are freakishly short. No way
that's really 10 paces.

My legs
aren't freakishly short.
My inseam is 32 inches.

Mine's 34 inches.

I could kill you
with this shovel right now
and then bury you with it.

Bring it on, stumpy.

That is it!

I have had it with you two!

What's wrong?

I knew you grew up
in the same house together,
you had a few issues.

I had no idea
you actually hated
one another.

Someone's a little grumpy.

She has to poop.

Danny, I checked that
cellphone of Connie's
you gave me...

and apparently
the last two outgoing calls
were to numbers here in Vegas.

Whose numbers were they?

It was an escort service,
Danny.

Look, the poor woman,
she loses her husband...

has to raise her baby
by herself...

add some
financial troubles, and...

Financial problems?

Yeah, when you and Kent
were recalled
this last time...

I guess the business
went south, and...

obviously military pay
couldn't cover the costs...

and the bank
repossessed the house.

I don't get it, man.
I mean, why me?

Why not somebody
who knows somethin'
about kids?

A brother? A sister? Anybody?

Her parents live in Denver.
They're on their way out now.

Didn't they know
somethin' was wrong?

They do now.

Come on.
Where're we goin'?

The escort service.
I know the place.

I've been throwing
those girls out of here
for years.

What about Carter?

It's all right.
Mike'll watch him.

Mike will?

Yes, Mike will.

You're gonna have to feed him.
He doesn't like
anything green.

I'd go with
the butternut squash.

Dude, you're killing me here.

Okay, little man.
Let's talk.

We got to come up
with some kind of
understanding here, okay?

Ground rules.

Otherwise,
this isn't going to work out.
You get me?

That is such a cute baby.

Oh, my gosh. I didn't know
you liked babies.

Who, me? I love them.

What was that?

Just a coyote.

How do you know
it wasn't just a wolf?

Who cares?
I don't want to see
either one.

A wolf is technically
more ferocious...

much larger,
and capable of taking down
a full-grown adult.

That wasn't a wolf.
Are you sure?

There are no wolves in Nevada.
At least
I don't think there are.

Guys, it's gonna be
getting dark soon.

I think we should
get the hell out of here.

I think
we should keep digging.

I think we should take a vote.

Okay. All in favor
of being wuss-ass girls...

and scurrying back to the car
like a bunch of prisses,
raise their hands.

My baby? I wish.

He is adorable, isn't he?

No, I'm just babysitting.
I don't know, I love kids.

Very, very, very paternal.

Hey, I found this
down the hall.

Man, I just turned my head
for a second.

Yeah.

Okay, maybe for a minute.

Whatever.
Want to take it please?

Take him. Take him.

Okay. Listen,
have you seen Ed?

I need to talk to him
about Bernard's divorce party.

He's with Danny,
looking for his mother.

Ain't that right, big man?
Ain't that right?
Let's go fishing.

I got to hand it to you.
You pulled it off.

As the kids say,
this place rocks.

I am so glad you're happy.

Well, happier
than Tad and Antonio.

Yes.

Cold feet
an hour before the wedding.
They're better off.

I hope
you didn't give me a discount
on that thing.

Absolutely not,
no discounts for you.
Only full price.

You know?
That's what I like about you.
You know how to treat me.

I'm gonna miss you
when I'm broke.

We're looking for this girl.
Her name is Connie.

How did you get this address?
We are strictly phone
and internet here.

Where is she?

She's not available.

You sent her out?

That's confidential,
to protect the girls.

Maybe we should pin a medal
on this guy.

What? Stanley, is it?
Yeah.

We're kinda short on time,
so I thought maybe we could
step this up a little bit.

Where is Connie Beckner?

Listen, all right,
I took care of her.

It's her first time,
she was a little nervous...

so I set her up with Harvey.
He's an older guy.

Two drinks and those seniors
rarely close the deal.

I want an address.

Wait! He wanted
to have dinner first.
He likes to talk. Go figure.

If she was comfortable,
they were going back
to his room...

at the Desert Valley.
Bungalow 2.

Okay. You can handle this
on your own.
He's an older guy.

Here you go, Stanley.

How can there be no jack
in a $60,000 car?

I don't know.

Why is a nickel
bigger than a dime?

Check, please.

So, conveniently,
you didn't look to make sure
there was a tire kit...

but you had
the presence of mind
to bring sleeping bags.

You planned this, didn't you?

Please.
I'm missing a seaweed wrap
at the spa as we speak.

The rent check.
In your backpack.

Give it to me now.

I already cashed it in.

Great.

No toilet paper.
No phone. No food.

But what is there
no shortage of?

Wolves.

Coyotes.

And don't worry about food.
We can't starve.

Did you know that there are
more than 20 grams of protein
in a single cricket?

You, shut your pie hole.

Great. Now I want pie.

And, you,
give me that bandana.

This is not a bandana.
This is Hermes.

Now.

We've had some good times.

I think we'll both feel better
with a little bubbly,
don't you?

Okay.

Danny?
What are you doing here?

I was just gonna ask you
the same thing.

I don't know who you are,
but you're sort of
on my dime here.

I'm her husband.

Her what?

But she's...

She's a mother.
That's what she is.

Danny, please.

Listen, I was just looking
for a little company.

I don't want any trouble.

Maybe I should give you two
a little privacy.

Thank you. I'm sorry.

I am, too, my dear.

So, when were you
gonna come back for your son,
Connie? Tonight?

Maybe next week?
Maybe never?

Bernard, have you
thought this through?

I mean,
you're going to have nothing,
as in, no things.

I don't really see you
sleeping on percale.

You strike me
as a 600 thread count
kind of guy.

Well, I started with nothing.
Lean, mean,
well, maybe a little pale.

But they were, you know,
good times.

Look, I got a lot of money
stashed in a Swiss account.

I knew it.

So Katy sees you
lose everything...

fires all her lawyers,
and just leaves.

I hop on a flight
to Switzerland
where everybody is... Blonde?

Wait a minute. Is that irony
or is that something else?

That is a brilliant plan.
Cruel and brilliant.

Sadly, love is
a little of both.

Fortunately,
I wouldn't know.

If you ask me,
love is a sucker's bet.

And you
and all your little games...

as, understand,
as profitable as they are
for me...

and as fun
as they are for you,
only prove my point.

Samantha?
Yes.

I can promise you one thing.

One day,
some tanned young man...

will sweep you off your feet
and you'll be
so intoxicated with passion...

that you'll just
take that bet...

but it's only
a sucker's bet...

if you forget
to hide at least half of it
from the one you love.

Who is that redhead?

Trying to take care of Carter
and trying to pay bills...

and time to miss Kent,
to grieve him...

that time's a luxury.

Why didn't you just ask me
for help?

Because I have all this debt
I can't pay back...

and a few bucks
from your wallet
isn't gonna help.

I'll get you a job, Connie.
A place to stay.
We'll figure this out.

A minimum wage job
is all I qualify for.

I can make $1,000 a night
doing this.

Being a hooker?

You think this is what I want?

I didn't choose this.
It chose me.

It's the only thing I can do
to earn enough
to get myself out of debt.

And when I'm done,
I'll come back and get Carter,
and give him what he needs.

What he deserves.

So until then,
you just hand him off to me...

and just say see you later?

How can you just walk away
from your son?

I know he'll be safe with you.

You don't know anything
about me.

Kent told me
that you wanted a family...

that you were coming home
to propose to the girl
next door. Mary.

Kent said that?

He also told me that
you were strong and kind...

a decent man.

I figured who better
to leave my son with?
Just for a little while.

What about your parents?

I can't call them.

Why?

What did they do to you...

that you
can't ask them for help
on somethin' like this?

They didn't approve of Kent.

They didn't even show up
for our wedding.

But Carter is their grandson.

Yeah,
well they don't even know
he exists.

They do now.

They're on their way out.

No. I can't face them.

Connie,
they're obviously worried
about you.

They love you.

Come back with me. I know
you're nervous about it,
but they're your parents.

Come on.

I can't.

You know those stars
are four light years away.

We're looking at light
from the year 2000.

A shooting star.

Did you see it, D?

I think you're right.

Daddy really did want a son.

He didn't.
I was just being snarky.

We don't have that "click."

You see him with Danny.
Click, click, click.

Sweetie, what they have...

it isn't better.
It's just different.

I want Daddy and me
to be close...

you know, like George Jetson
and daughter Judy...

or Cliff Huxtable
and what's-her-name.

The one who married
Lenny Kravitz.

Lisa Bonet?

Yeah.

You do realize
that none of those people
are real.

They're characters
on TV shows.

So?

They were still close.

The man lights up
whenever you walk into a room.

How much closer can you get?

You really think he lights up?

Definitely.

I mean, I guess
if he did want a son...

they would have just had
another baby, right?

There you go.
You were enough.

Yeah.

Unless there was some sort of
fertility issue.

Did you hear that?

What?
Like the heavy footsteps
of a rapist?

Yeah, that.

Ladies.

It's Clint Black.

You're Clint Black.

Yeah, I didn't mean
to scare y'all.

I'm staying at
a friend's ranch over here...

and saw the light
from your fire...

and just got a little curious.

Excuse me,
did you just say "ranch"?

Yeah. I'm doin' a concert
tomorrow night...

and I don't go in for
all the glitz and glamour...

so I like to stay out here.

Boy, y'all really tore
that tire up.

We don't have a jack.

Well, that's no good.

I tell you what,
I can get one and fix that
for y'all in the mornin'...

but the question is
what to do with y'all tonight?

I think
you should probably cash out.

Right?

You're absolutely right.
I'll cash out.

Half of that is mine.

She's back.

I beg your pardon?

Fifty-fifty, Bernie.
That's the law.

She's right, Bernard.
Give her share.

Gold digging to the end,
I see. Well, here you are,
100 big ones.

Don't spend it all
in the same place.

You're an ass.
Bye-bye.

Tell it walking, sweetheart.
Samantha?

Yes.

It's been a pleasure.
I'm sorry to rush off...

but I told Francesca
I'd meet her...

Francesca.
Redhead Francesca...

from the party?

The first moment I saw her
I knew we had a certain,
you know, je ne sais quoi.

Fear of being alone?

Exactly.

Do you think
she's a real redhead?

Let's not think about that.

No.

Remind me
not to get a vasectomy.

Remind me
not to get married.

No, he's not mine.
I wish.

No, just call me
"Uncle Mike."

What's your name?
Zoe.

Zoe? You're kidding.
I love that name.

If I had a girl,
I'd name her Zoe.

Really?

Hey, have you seen the girls?
They should be back by now.

No, I haven't seen them.
Now am-scray on my par-tay,
will you?

You're killing my action.
Zoe. Zoe. Zoe.

I think he likes you, Zoe.

Hey. I'm back.

Great. So, how was
the scavenger hunt?

Treasure hunt, Dad.

Right, treasure.
How was that?

Tell you about it over dinner?

Dinner? Great. Yeah.

We'll go see
the Clint Black show
afterwards.

I've already seen it.
But I'll see it again.

But wait a minute.

How could you
have already seen it
if it's one night only?

I'll tell you all about it.
But I've gotta talk
to Sam first.

Hey.

Hey, you're back.

Yes. Yes, we are.

I was worried about you guys.

So, you didn't find
any silver?

Look at our faces.
Do we look rich?

So I guess
they don't call 'em legends
for nothing.

I hate to say I told you so,
but remember
when I warned you?

Remember when I was right?

Good-bye.

Jerry, give us
a couple of doubles

of my special stash there,
will you?

Yes, sir.

If you're going to try
to make me feel better,
don't bother.

Now why the hell would I
do something like that?

I mean, the truth is
that everything
turned out okay...

so we should enjoy that
for a while, you know?

It's just that little baby,
Carter.

Kent would have been
a great dad to that kid...

and now his son
will never know it.

Well, he will know it. I mean,
when he grows older,
you'll tell him about it.

How's that?

Yeah. Yeah. I could do that.

All right.

Anyway, you know before,
when I said...

you know,
I always wanted a son?

Well, if I had one,
he'd be about your age.

And I would have been
real proud of him...

if he handled stuff
the way you did.

I'll see you later.