Las Vegas (2003–2008): Season 2, Episode 8 - Two of a Kind - full transcript

Hi.

Mike, hi.
Can I ask you a question?

Sure.

What do you think about a girl
asking a guy out on a date?

Mary, we males
can be extremely complicated
concerning dating rites.

Tell me something
I don't know.

For instance,
it's okay to say,
"You wanna hook up some time?"

Because then
the guy knows he's...
Going to get laid.

Yeah. Well, there's that,
which is great.
Right.

But I was thinking
it's more informal.

The word "date"
implies certain connotations
which tend to have...



ill effects
on the male species.
When a lady asks a guy out...

you know
she's thinking quiet dinner,
slow dancing...

holding hands
in the moonlight, maybe...

catch a sunrise.
All that romantic stuff.
But...

when a guy asks a lady out,
he's thinkin'...

Am I going to get laid?

Yeah, pretty much.

Too many whales,
not enough ocean.
Excuse me.

Snoop, you okay?
You need anything? Good.

Sam.
Jillian!

Is our suite ready?

Your suite...

Ed didn't tell you, did he?

Of course he told me.



It must have slipped my mind.

Have you met Snoop Dogg?
Snoop, this is Jillian,
Ed Deline's wife.

How nice to meet you,
Mr. Dogg.

Mrs. Deline,
you are quite fine.

Thank you.

Ed, we have a problem.

What brings you
to the Montecito?

I'm scouting locations
for my video. And you?

Having our floors refinished.

Might I suggest
a walnut finish?

It's real classic looking.
You know,
old-world twist on it, but...

it's strong enough
for you and your posse.

Thank you.

Hi, honey...

Hey, run away from home?

Have you met Mr. Dogg?

Hey.
Big Ed.

How you doin', baby?
How you doin'?

I'm all right.

Well, I'll catch you later,
D-O-Double-Gizzle.

You forgot that we were having
the floors finished.

No, I didn't, actually.

We've had a reservation
for six months.

A reservation?

Honey, this guy is an artist.
He's very hard to get.

I mean, he doesn't do
just anybody's floors.
He chose us!

He chose us?
Yes.

Sam, we're going to check in
for two weeks.

Two weeks.
Two weeks?

And since
you're the president,

we should have
the presidential suite.

Yes, of course.

Ed.

Did you invite
the whole neighborhood?

Can you speak to me
now for a second.
I'm sorry.

We have a problem.
We're completely overbooked.

Then your boy Danny just
gave away our last two suites
to the relatively hot cop...

and the bitchy mortician
from Boston.

Play nice, Sam, nice.

Of course.

She's in my town now.

Put down your gun,
I mean it.

Woody...

Now!

Madeline, stay calm.
We don't want to hurt you,
all right?

Okay.

Nobody's going to do anything.
Just put the gun down.

Back away!
I don't want to hear you talk.

Put down the gun.

I said, put the gun down!

How many?

Two, no one!

You okay?
Yeah.

You okay?
Yes!

I'll cover you.

Go! Go!

So, how do you like Vegas
so far?

Kind of reminds me of home.

Besides being
out of your jurisdiction...

and illegally
discharging weapons...

you're interfering
with my case.

First, my gun is registered.
Second, your case?

My case. In case
you haven't noticed...

you're in Vegas, not Boston.
Det. Perez,
we're just trying...

to preserve
the chain of evidence
in a murder investigation.

A murder
that took place in Vegas
makes it my jurisdiction.

He died in Boston. He's ours.

We've been followin'
Tommy O'Brien for weeks.

I remember that little story.
You never explained why.

Because of his propensity
to take his winnings in cash.

That's why we marked it.

Excuse my ignorance
about all things Vegas,
but is cash no longer...

considered a legitimate form
of currency here?

In casinos,
they don't like to pay out
more than $10,000 in cash.

It's a paperwork
and IRS thing.

I'm putting out an APB
on Madeline Pillsbury.

Your suspect's
no longer just a suspect,
she's a target.

Is it always this hot here?

Did I have to do
some whale herdin' and
fancy footwork to get you...

this presidential suite, sir.

Well, thank you.

You know, honey,
we never go on vacation.

I think I'm going to make this
a mini-vacation.

I agree.

I'm going to slip into
something more comfortable.

See you.

Sam, hold it. Don't go.

I need you to stay
to keep Jillian company.

Oh, I'm sorry, big guy...

but I think your wife
has something else in mind.

Listen, you don't understand.

It's two weeks,
it's my wife...

I've got a stockholders'
report due. Please.

Bye-bye.

Hey, sweetie, listen.

I got to run downstairs
to the office.

I got a lot of work to do.
I'll check you later, okay?

It's time to christen
the presidential bed...

Mr. President.

Wow, that's nice.

Honey, it's just
the middle of the afternoon.
I got a lot of work to do.

Okay.

Honey,
people could see us.

You have cameras in the room?
I don't think so.
You don't, do you?

No. There are no cameras
in the room.

Then lighten up, lover.

Oh, well.

Oh, well.

Oh, God.

No they...

Yo! Mr. D!

Why are you and Mrs. D.
Doing the big nasty
in my suite?

But why would she steal
her own money?

As Tommy's wife,
she's entitled to it anyway.

Unless she knew sooner
or later we'd figure out
she killed him.

Maybe the money
belongs to somebody else.

Tommy could've been gambling
on someone else's dime
and got greedy.

Which'd explain why she's here
in Vegas, to pay them off.

If she's bringing
the money back
to pay somebody off...

why was he shootin' at her?

She wanted to get rid
of the only witness...

maybe keep the money herself,
I don't know.

Maybe he wasn't
shooting at her.

Maybe he was shooting
at one of us.

You guys haven't been in Vegas
long enough
to piss anybody off.

Maybe it was Col. Mustard
with the candlestick
in the kitchen.

I mean, come on, guys,
this is pretty ridiculous...

even by Vegas standards.
A whale Sam poached
from Caesars' dies...

on a Montecito jet
in Boston...

with $3 million
handcuffed to his wrist.

Danny and Sam
are accused of murder.

Obviously, they didn't do it.

It turns out
to be the dead guy's wife...

who poisoned him
with laced cocaine.

She goes to Boston...

steals the $3 million,
which legally belongs to her.

She comes back to Vegas
with poisoned cookies?

Chocolate chip.

Poisoned
chocolate-chip cookies,
the $3 million...

and a loaded gun,
which she doesn't use...

because
someone is shooting at her,
or you two, or Danny.

Hey, boys. Send out
that Madeline's picture.

I want to get some of the guys
out there to circulate it
by hand, will you?

So you know...

this town has more cameras
per capita than anywhere else
in the world.

Please.

Someone's always watchin'.

I'll make sure
not to scratch myself
or pick my nose.

Yes, good luck.

If this Madeline
shows up anywhere...

shopping center, casino,
anywhere,
we'll be the first to know.

Great. Thanks.

All right, well,
I think being shot at
allows us a break.

I'm gonna go try my luck
in the casino.
How about it, Jordan?

No thanks, actually,
I think I'm going to check out
the pool. I hear it's topless.

Whatever turns you on.

Oh, God. I'm sorry.
Don't scream, it's just me.

Yeah.

It's my wife...

you just got to hide me
one second.

Okay.

Okay.

This place is just weird.

Have you seen Ed?
We have big room problems.

He's in Bella Sera.
It's good to see you, Mrs...

Danny, got a sec?

Sure. What's up?

Since we are technically,
kind of engaged...

sort of,
and we've never actually
been out on a date...

and you obviously
can't take a hint...

I would like to ask you out...

on a date.

Technically,
we have been on a date.
No.

Seventh grade,
we went for ice cream.

You took
the entire seventh-grade class
out for ice cream.

Yeah.

Remember?
You stole all that money
from my father, and you...

had to hide the evidence,
so you bought ice cream
for everybody.

Let's go on a date.

Friday night?

Okay.

Friday.
Okay.

Okay.

You're not going to
keep wearing that, are you?

What's wrong with it?
It's all I've got.

I'm sure it's very nice
in Boston, but
it just doesn't work in Vegas.

It's either this or go naked.

Naked works in Vegas.

Mikey?

Mary just asked me
out on a date.

Yeah.

I kind of saw that one coming.

You okay?
Yeah.

You sure?
Yeah.

Because it looks like
you're hyperventilating.

I'm not hyperventilating.
You want to sit down?

Yeah, maybe I should.

Yeah, maybe
you should sit down.

How are you going to
marry the girl,
if you can't go out on a date?

I don't know.

I do know
that I love her. I do.

Because when I was there,
and the bullets were flying,

all I could think about
was her.

Now that I'm back,
it's like
just everything is...

You thought you'd get married,
move into the house
with a white-picket fence...

and everything would be fine?
Yeah.

Doesn't work that way,
my friend.

I don't profess
to be a psychologist...

but I do know a thing or two
about psychology.

Of course you do.

What you're experiencing
is a little panic.

In this case, brought on
by what we in the business
like to call "cold feet."

Cold feet?
That's what you think this is?

Either that,
or you're messed up
beyond my help. Now...

I'm putting Tommy O'Brien's
last 48 hours onscreen.

Are you okay with that?
Yes.

You can handle that.
Let's do it.

All right.

My father will never allow you
to shoot your video
in the surveillance room.

But it's my new single.

I'll have naked ladies
on every monitor up in here.

Yeah.
It's not going to happen.

What about the sports book?

And two naked ladies
on every screen?

Bust. Bust. Bust. No! No.

How do you do it?
Twenty-one every time.
Come on.

I'm broke. I'm tapped.

Hey, Sam.
Hey.

Do you think I could get
a line of credit?

Absolutely.

Great,
because I am one hand away
from my Vegas lucky streak.

No! I've never seen anyone
lose so fast.

He's lost every hand
he's played.

Don't be so negative.
Just means I'm due.

I think the man knows
what he's talking about.

Please give him
his line of credit.

I think the man's gone
a little Vegas crazy,
but don't mind me.

Did you just ask
for a line of credit?

Jordan, go away.

I can hold
some of these for you.

Jordan, stop. Go away, okay?

You heard him.
Go away, Jordan.

Let it ride.
Yes.

Here we go. Okay, 10,
nice high card.

That's a good start.
Here we go, high card,
come on.

Twenty. Stay.

Luck be a lady.
Here we go. Okay, bust.

Get out of here. Bust.

No.
Twenty-one.

No. No. No. No. No.
No, no, no.

Easy come, easy go.

You actually enjoy
taking people's money,
don't you?

I'd really enjoy
taking your money.

Maybe you should try
a different game.

Yes. That is a great idea.
That is a terrific idea.

Why don't we check out
the pool? It's topless.

Stop touching me, okay?
I'm beginning to think
you're bad luck.

I'm going to have to
agree with him, Jordan.

How much money
do you have left, sweetie?

I have $5.

Perfect.

This is exactly
what they want you to do,
Woody.

Jordan, stop, okay?

I'm gonna win. I have to.

I just won.
What did I just win?

You just won a Viper.
I won this car?

This one.
I won this Viper?

Yeah!

I just won this car!
I just won this car!
Who's your daddy?

You arranged
for that to happen,
didn't you?

That would be against the law.

I love Vegas!
What other games can we play?

Well, with this car
as collateral...

I can give you up to
$100,000 credit...

and then we can play
whatever game you'd like.

Woody, for the love of God,
quit while you're ahead.

Don't listen to her.
She's bad luck, remember?

We have to close.

Good, take her away.

You know what, Jordan?
I think my Vegas lucky streak
has just begun.

I'm going to take that credit.

That's my boy!

Woody.

Please don't call me
Woody anymore.

Please refer to me
as The Woodman.

Tommy O'Brien.

The dead guy from Boston.

The man sure is going into
and out of a lot of suites.

That blond he's with
is definitely not his wife.

Know what they say,
what happens in Vegas,
stays in Vegas.

And apparently dies in Boston.
Any of them his suite?

Nope.

Pull up the names
of the guests registered
in the suites...

that Tommy and this blond girl
visited.

They're all registered
to a Ronnie Sugar.

Anyone else entering
or exiting the suites?

Three other couples,
all whales and their wives...

except for this old dude.

I'll run a facial on him now.

The old dude's Ronnie Sugar.

You know him?

He's a Vegas mob holdover.

Ronnie's booked
another suite for tonight.

Well, we better find out
what's going on.

This guy's the kind of guy
that don't give up anything
unless he has to.

Well, then maybe
you should talk to him...

in your uniquely charming way.

I don't think we're ready
for that just yet, but...

we got to find out
what's going on.

Then one of us
has to get into that room.

How're we going to do that?

Hey, guys.
What have we got?

Well, here's an idea.

Ms. Jordan.

What?

Be cool.

I don't have to do
anything twisted, do I?

Just do what I tell you.

What can I do for you?

Steve Krandel. This is...

Your wife, yeah.
Cheri.

Krandel.

Very nice. Who sent you?

Tommy O'Brien.

$5,000 in advance.

Okay, good. Come in.

How are you? Good luck to you.

Steve, Cheri.

How are you?

Five-card draw. Nothin' wild.

Who's putting up the pot?

The new guy will.

Is that okay with you?

Absolutely.

All right. Let's play.
Ante up.

You got to take off
your blouse, honey.

Come on. Take it off.

Show us your pair of queens.

Whew.

All right. Five-card draw,
nothing wild except you guys.

Give me three of those
nice ones.

If you lose this hand,
I swear...

I will kill you slowly.

I need one.

That's yours.

Two.

All right, let's see 'em.

Three of a kind.

Wow.

That's a hell of a hand. Yeah.

Straight.

Queen high.
Read them and weep.

You know, it's not good form
to take what you brought in.

Hey, what can I say?
I hate to lose.

Besides,
the old ball and chain's
still smokin' hot.

Nasty in the sack.

Nasty.

Ride 'em cowboy.

You got 30 minutes.

All right.

What?

Old ball and chain?

I had to make it look real.

What the hell happened
in there?

I won you. Now you're mine
to do with as I please
for the next half-hour.

Very funny. What kind of wife
in her right mind,
would let her husband bet her?

A bored one.
People like that
live for the action.

Yeah, or the evidence.

Where the hell
did you pull that from?

What is it?

UV light.

Baby.
Excuse me?

We're being watched.

What do you suggest?

I suggest that we make this
look very good.
Get up. Get up.

Okay.

That's good.

Yeah, just for the record,
though, we're pretending...

and nothing's
going to happen.

Of course we're pretending.

Okay, so...

This shirt cost me $65.

Sorry.

What about that girl
with the impressive cleavage?

Isn't she going to be jealous?

This is Vegas.
You have to be more specific
where cleavage is concerned.

Yeah. The one
who asked you out.

Mary. We're engaged.
Kind of engaged.

Kind of engaged?
What is that, a Vegas thing?

No, it's more like
a you and Woody thing.

We're just friends.

Yeah, right,
you're just friends.

I thought The Room
was just a rumor.

Look, honey...

I'm sorry. I mean,
we're completely booked,
sold out.

This is worse
than that motel room
we stayed in...

when you were
on your fake vacation.

And that one cost you
a trip to Italy.

It's going to be okay.

I mean, we've been
in a little worse.

Okay. Wait. I get it.

What?

You want me to check in
to another hotel.

No, that's not close
to being true. That's absurd.

Why would a spy be sneaky?

That's ex-spy.

You know what?
You're 100% correct.

I'm sorry. I think
you'd be much more comfortable
at another hotel.

That's okay.

No. We'll stay in The Room.

You want to? We will.

And you can unpack.

You are so in trouble.

Hit me. Come on.

I said small card.
What is it with this guy?

How's it goin'
over here?

If I was playing 22,
I'd own this town.

Told him not to hit on 12
with a 3 showin', but he
ain't listenin' to me though.

I was feeling lucky.

As opposed to feeling stupid?

Watch it, Snoop. I'm a cop.

Good.

Now you can arrest yourself
for some
dumb-ass card playin'.

Snoop, will you excuse us
for just a second?

Excuse us. I'm gonna go talk
to my casino host, Samantha.

Snoop, save my seat.

You need to stop.
Why?

Because your luck has run out.

You're secretly
in love with me. Admit it.

Don't you have
a murder mystery to solve...

Danny and Jordan
are undercover,
Ed's got somebody watching...

in every corner of this city,
and I'm supervising.

I'm just a little cold
right now.

Welcome to the North Pole.

So, that's
right about the time...

I saw that little,
mini fiber-optic camera.

Then Ronnie runs the games...

and he tapes the winners,
and sells the tapes as porn.

Yeah.

He's double dippin',
so to speak.

I think it's time
to charm him.
Yes.

I forgot
how charmin' you were.

Look, Ed.
Tommy's a good client of mine.

He loves poker,
and he loves sex...

and he's addicted to both.

Well, not anymore, he's not.

Someone poisoned him.
He's dead.

I need a drink.
Do you want to join me?

Yes, sure.

Look, I'm going to need
everything you got on Tommy.

All I got is his cell number.

I would call him
whenever I found a couple
that were willin' to play.

What, so his wife played, too?

I didn't know he was married.

He'd always bring
a different hooker...

and she would make like
she was his wife. Here.

Local number.

Danny. Danny.
Hey, Ed.

Yeah, look.
I need you to check
this number. 555-0154.

Get back to me
with the billing address...

and then I'll meet you there,
all right?

Got it.
Good.

Now, I'm going to need
a videotape from last night.

Videotape? What videotape?

Do not screw with me, Ronnie.

Okay.

Technically,
it's a DVD, all right?

DVD. I'll get it for you.
Relax.

Hey.

Tell me why a guy
from Boston...

has his phone bill
sent to a place
in Henderson?

No idea.

Yeah?

Eddie,
we have a major problem.

Jillian, I'm busy right now,
okay?

Eddie, don't hang up on me.

You guys okay?
Yes.

I just like to separate
home from business, you know.

I mean, don't get me wrong.
I love Jillian...

but 24-7 with anyone.
I mean, I don't know.

Hi. Is this
Tommy O'Brien's residence?

No.

You recognize this guy?

Yeah, that's Kevin.
He's away on business.

Kevin?

Kevin Wylie, my husband.

So, the reason
he was going to Boston
all the time on business...

Was because he had
a second wife.

And when he was in town he...

Slept with
multiple sex partners...

that he won
in swinger's poker games.

He also brought a hooker
who posed as his wife
to the games.

And he was rich?

$3 million worth.

Excuse me.

What are you doing?

I'm paying our bills.

There's no phone in our room.
My cellphone doesn't work
in our room.

There's actually no room
in our room.

So, I'm using your office.
I'm dealing
with the floor guy...

who needs a couple more weeks.

What did you say?

He's going to need
a couple more weeks.

Get that creep on the phone.
I wanna talk to this guy.

Honey, I'm busy.

Look, if you want to work,
why don't you go to the couch?

Because I rest on the couch.
I work at my desk.
This is my office.

Ed.
What?

Ann's in the conference room.

Good. Jillian's at my desk.

How's Mary?

Good.

We're going on our first date,
believe it or not.

You guys have never
been on a date?

Not really. I mean,
we've been out with friends
a million times...

but this is
a little different.

Yeah, it is.

Let me ask you somethin'.

What was your first date like
with Ed?

I was in Europe, touring,
and he was there
on assignment...

and he asked me out.

And he was so nervous.

Ed was nervous?

He dropped a whole glass
of red wine all down the front
of these white pants.

What, Ed Deline
in white pants?

It was just horrible.
I couldn't wait
for this date to be over.

I couldn't wait
to get away from him.

Ed, being the gentleman
that he always is, he insisted
that he walk me home. So...

I made this deal with him...

that I'd let him walk me
back to the hotel, if
I never had to see him again.

Well, how did you guys
end up married?

On the way back,
he saw this gondola...

and he grabbed my hand
and took me on a gondola ride.

It was
a spur-of-the-moment thing...

and I fell in love with him.

I would like for you
to take that woman shopping.

I don't think
she wants to go shopping.

Yes, she does.

I think she looks happy
in your office.

No, she's not.

Looks like
she's made herself at home.

No, she'd rather
go shopping.

Dad, I need to talk to you
about Snoop.

He wants to shoot his video
in the Montecito.

Okay. Listen.
I'll take care of Snoop.

You take care of her.

Right on.

Well, thanks, big guy.

Come on, Mom,
let's go shopping.

Okay.

Thanks, Daddy.

You have fun, honey.

I will.

You took my wallet
like a piranha.

Hey, there.

Luis just gave us
the ballistics report...

on the bullets
fired at the junkyard.

.380 caliber,
fired from a vintage weapon.

It's an HK4.

How did you know that?

The markings
left by the extractor.

What, you didn't know that?

I was responsible
for movin' a shipment...

when the money was coming
through Vegas...

and Ronnie Sugar
helped me with the deal.

Ronnie Sugar!

Check it upstairs.

Good.

Talk about
livin' in the past.

Yeah. That's what happens
when the present
leaves you behind.

This guy's
got photos of himself...

with half the population
of Sing Sing.

Still think he's innocent?

Well, I'll tell you what.

He was half of a wise guy
on a good day.

He made a career out of...
Ed!

...showing up
after the last bullet
was fired.

Well, looks like
he showed up early this time.

He didn't drown?

No fluid in his lungs.

This guy was dead
before he belly-flopped
into the pool.

Let me guess.
Poisoned cookies
in his stomach?

Enough sodium fluoroacetate
in his system...

to kill every retired mobster
in Clark County.

My mom always said
you shouldn't swim
after you eat.

Bruises on his mandible
and mastoid, too.

Which means
someone force-fed him
the cookies.

Not bad. Death by cookie.
It's a new one, even for me.

That's Vegas, doll.

Woody,
if you don't stop gambling,
I'm going to break your legs.

You people
still do that here?

The casino doesn't,
but I still enjoy it.
Listen, I...

You just want to get me alone,
don't you?

Be a good cop.

Go upstairs, solve a murder...

come back down.
Okay, here's the trick.

Don't gamble
when you're feeling lucky.

Gamble when
you're feeling really lucky.

Really lucky.

Are you feeling okay?

I'm fine. Why?

You just told a client
to stop gambling.

No, I didn't.

You did. I saw it
with my own eyes.

Would you like
to keep it on DL,
please?

I feel sorry for him.
He's a civil servant.

Yes, he's also cute and funny.

I think there's a soft spot
to Samantha Jane
Marquez's heart after all.

Impossible.
Why's that?

I have no heart.

When my wife hired you...

to do our floors...

you were supposed to do it
in a timely manner.

Now, as I understand it,
you're going to need a month.

Maybe two.
Two.

I'm an artist.

I don't just do floors.
I touch them.

I caress them.

I let them speak to me.

I really don't want you
to date my floors.

I'd like you to sand 'em
and get the hell
out of my house.

It's not just the sanding.

Your floors are going to need
at least nine coats of stain.

Nine?

They have suffered
years of neglect.

And now it's up to me
to save them.

Honestly,
I would rather die...

than see your floors
go through
that kind of abuse again.

Well, death can be arranged.

Are you threatening me?

Gee. Gee.

I don't know.

I just don't know.
I mean, am I?

Danny Greenspun,
Green Valley Ranch...

he's been living in his casino
for two months...

waiting for me
to finish his Brazilian teak.

George Maloof
has been camping out
at the Palms...

while I buff out
his ivory maple...

and Glenn Schaeffer's
stayin' at The Hotel
at Mandalay...

until I'm done
with his Amazon oak.

So, Ed...

Eddie Baby...

Edster...

you're going to wait your turn
just like everybody else.

Come with me.

Hi, honey.
What were you doin'?

Me? Nothin'.

So let me get this straight,
you want to shoot your video
here...

in the main casino?
It'll be perfect.

Ladies dancin'
on top of the tables,

my homies shooting dice
between their legs.

Yeah, my father will never
shut down the casino floor.
Not for anyone.

But, look.
I'll supply the ladies.

Can I have a sip of that?

For sure, baby.

So, you've figured
everything out?

Yep.

It actually wasn't that hard.

Man, you are starting
to get on my nerves.

So, Ronnie runs
a swinger's poker game...

of which he takes
20% commission off the top.

He also videotapes the winners
so he can dabble
in mail-order porn...

and blackmail,
which is what he does
to Tommy O'Brien...

who carries multiple IDs
and a ton of cash,

because he's married
to multiple women.

One of whom
is Madeline Pillsbury...

our girl,
who also has multiple IDs...

because she's a con artist,
a thief, and worried
she stands to lose millions...

if Tommy dies,
and her marriage
is ruled illegal...

because Tommy's
already married to Ann Wylie.

So Madeline flies to Vegas...

poisons her husband,
steals his money back
in Boston...

promptly returns to Vegas
to lure...

Ronnie into a junkyard
in order to finish him...

because Ronnie knows
about both wives.

But you all showed up.
And Ronnie...

armed with a gun, opens fire,
hoping to kill Madeline,
who escapes in the melee...

only to return
to Ronnie's house...

and force-feed him
those dreaded...

poisonous
chocolate-chip cookies
until he dies.

Looks like an Etch-a-Sketch
on acid to me.

It still doesn't explain
why Madeline
would bake poisoned cookies...

if she intended
on shooting Ronnie.

And how would Madeline know
that Ronnie
had guns in his house?

Why would Ronnie think
of taking a gun
to the junkyard...

if he's never used one before?

Okay, maybe it was
Prof. Plum with the wrench
in the billiard room.

Security
from the Fashion Center...

just sent over photos
of your suspect.

The Fashion Center
recorded Madeline
on six different cameras.

It was too dark to identify
the second person.

So we used
a facial recognition
program...

to extrapolate
any relevant shadows.

Hey, Mitch.
When were these taken?

Three days ago.

The computers
plot out the dimensions...

colors, and textures
of each photo and then
stitch together the images...

into a three-dimensional
quilt.

Now we know what to get Nigel
for Christmas.

Entering into 3-D.

So Madeline stole the weapon.

Now, who did she hand it to?

That's Ann Wylie.
She lied to us.

She knew about Madeline.

Which would make her
the person shooting at us
at the junkyard.

She and Madeline
must've planned
the whole thing.

I'll bet neither one of them
was his first wife.

Which means neither
was entitled to his money.

I think
we just solved the case.

Was it as good for you
as it was for me?

Maybe better.

You're flirting.

Moi?

Over there. Upstairs.

Nice kick.

You've got
five minutes, guys.

Thank you.

Looks like somebody
left in a hurry.

And I'm guessing they took
the $3 million
with them as well.

What the...

VGT is the airport code for...

North Las Vegas
International Airport.

Just thought
you might have thought it was
a password or somethin'.

No.

Hey, Ed. It's Danny.
Listen,
I need a flight itinerary...

for all private jets
headed out of
the North Las Vegas Airport...

to Gerard-Smith International.

You knew that, too?

That's good.
Okay.

You know, Mike, you're
not the only one who knows
the CYB is the Grand Cayman.

Did you also know
it was a popular destination
for whales?

For whales who had
a big weekend at the tables.
Yes, I know.

Our two suspects
are probably headed there
now to make a deposit.

You're a lot smarter
than you look.

I'm smart like a fox.

So where are we goin'?

Hold it right there.

We'll pass on the cookies.

I was going to the spa.
Nope.

Floors are done,
time to go home, honey.

You're kidding.

No. Nine coats, all finished.
Fix up the house.
I'll see you tonight.

You didn't have to
kill anybody, did you?

Fortunately not.

Didn't break any limbs?

Not this time.

How'd you get the floor guy
to finish so quickly?

I made him a great deal.

I know, it's amazing.

Man, look. I want to thank you
for all your help.

Well, I want to thank you.

You know,
you're not such a bad guy
for a murder suspect.

Well, you're not so bad
for a mortician.

I try.

All right. Travel safe.

I will.

Samantha! Samantha!
So what's the damage?

How much do I finally owe?

You signed markers
for $93,000.

$93,000?

$93,000.

Really?
Really.

Well, sadly,
I think I'm short, like...

$73,000.

What? No.

Woody. Woody.

No. Sam, please. No.

It'll cover it.

Please, let me
keep the Viper.

That's fine, just...

You do realize that the IRS
is going to want taxes
on the car.

Great. I'm gonna have to work
two months of overtime...

to pay for
a car I'll never drive.

I'll see you later.

I'm not leaving Vegas
empty-handed.

So, I guess
I'll be seeing you.

Whatever.

Jordan, let's go.

Hi.

The floors are perfect.

Really?

It's amazing. How about that?

I see you've taken over
your desk.

Well, I'm sorry, honey.
I just assumed you were
through with it, aren't you?

Not quite.

Look, Jill...

I got a lot of work to do.
I really do.

All work and no play
makes the President
a very dull boy.

Oh, man.

You're not going to believe
what I had to do.

I had to kind of go undercover
with that Jordan Cavanaugh
from Boston.

I heard.

Nothin' happened.

I know.

You know what flavor...

I never understood
was bubble-gum ice cream.

You know, it just seems
so wrong to me.

Bubble-gum ice cream?

Yeah, sure.
Every once in a while
you run into...

a chunk of it
in the ice cream.
And you can't chew it...

because if you do,
you can't swallow
the ice cream...

because
if you swallow the ice cream,
you could choke to death.

You can always spit it out.

Then why put it
in the ice cream
in the first place?

Good question.

So, what're your thoughts
on rocky road?

I'm hip with chocolate
and marshmallows.

Yeah?

Oops.
Sorry about that.

Thank you.

I don't know why,
but I love the strip.

Yeah. Me, too.

And ice cream.

Yeah.

You know, Mary...

when we all went for ice cream
back in the seventh grade...

the whole class
might've been there...

but the only person that I saw
was you.

So is this a date?

Yeah, I think so.

Not a very expensive date.