Las Vegas (2003–2008): Season 3, Episode 13 - The Bitch Is Back - full transcript

A.S.U.
Arizona State fans?

Oh, no, man.
U.S.A.!

Of course. If you're here to see
the U.S. snowboarding team,
they don't arrive until tomorrow.

But you gotta have your shirts on
inside the casino.

Those are the rules.
Okay.

What a babe.
I love Vegas!

Wow. Wow. Wow.
Hot date?

Yeah, you could say that.
Well, who's the lucky fella?

James Harpel.
One of the whales from
J.W. McKeller's black book.

I've been trying to get him
as a client for years.

Well, I don't see
how any man could say no
to you in that dress.



Hey, word is
Paul Logan's in town.
Paul Logan? Paul Logan?

Number one host in Macao.
Yeah, Macao, Monte Carlo.

But not Vegas.
No, not Vegas.

Mr. Taylor, if you're missing
personal property,
we can call security, but-

I'm telling you, I ain't payin'
for this room, not after
what happened to me in there.

Excuse me.
What's going on around here?
There's a ghost in my room.

And she's a thief.
I'm sorry.
There's a what?

She took my money clip
right off the nightstand.
It was silver, with my initials- R.P.T.

And there was
400 bucks in there.

You're saying that someone
stole your money-

Not someone,
something.

I get back to my room,

and I see this dark-haired woman
sorta hovering on my bed.

- Hovering?
- Yes, hovering.



Next thing I know, she's gone
and so is my money clip.

You oughta comp my stay
and reimburse me what she stole.

That's him.
That's the guy who walked out
on his check at Mystique.

All right, you owe her
86 bucks, pal. Let's go.

Did you intend to pay
for any part of your stay here?

See, this gentleman thinks
that we should comp his room...

because it was haunted
by a ghost thief.

- Delinda!
- Wolfgang! What a surprise to see you.

Ed.
Hey, Wolf.

We weren't expecting you
until tomorrow.

I wanted to get here early
to make sure everything is perfect...

for the grand opening
tomorrow night.

"Wolfgang Puck
at the Montecito."

Has a good ring to it,
don't you think so?
I think so.

Wow.
Just rolls off the tongue.

- Ed, let's go.
- Where we going?

- In the kitchen.
- I so don't need this right now.

On top of Wolfgang's
opening tomorrow,

I get a tip the health department's
inspecting Mystique this week.

- Don't worry. You'll be fine.
- Pay up.

You heard her. So you gonna
pay your bill and leave nicely
or is this gonna get ugly?

There you go.

Can you believe this guy actually thought
he was gonna get a free room
by saying it was haunted?

He said the ghost was
a dark-haired woman, right?

Uh, no. I think he said
the ghost was a ghost.
Oh.

Maybe it was Monica.
What, stopping dine-and-dashers
from the great beyond?

There are more things in heaven
and earth, Danny.

Danny McCoy.

Really.
Uh-huh.

Okay. Uh, yeah,
we'll be right up, sir.

That was the Burkes,
at the new Montecito residences.

The new owners
of Monica's condo?
Yeah.

They say it's haunted.

Hmm. No visible dirt, but-
Maureen?

Yeah.
Send this to the lab
for bacterial analysis.

Thank you.
Mm-hmm.

Cleanliness, people.
You can never be too sure.

Word on the street
there's a new inspector
at the health department,

and he's wicked hard-core.

We need our "A" game, people.

Now we all know Mystique
has a perfect inspection record to uphold.

So, yes, I'm talking about a sanitary
food preparation environment.

But I'm also talking about
something bigger.

I'm talking about pride.

Okay, on to the walk-in.
Let's monitor those
cold-holding temperatures.

Thanks for coming.
I just- I didn't know what to do.

It's freezing. What do you guys
got the A.C. on, high?

That's part of the problem.
Yeah, take a look at this.

Got the heater turned
all the way up, but-

But still this ungodly chill.

With all due respect,
Mr. and Mrs. Burke,

just because your thermostat's broken
doesn't mean that there's a ghost
in your suite.

It's not just the thermostat.
The last few nights, the lights,

the TV, they turn on and off
without us doing anything.

We haven't slept a wink.
I knew it was a mistake
to buy this place furnished.

It's spooky.
It's like her presence is still here.

Look, uh-

I know there's probably
a logical explanation for all this.

But my wife,
she's a little superstitious,
you understand.

Of course. Of course.
Well, lucky for you my friend Mike here
is an expert at this stuff.

Mike, you wanna take a look
at the thermostat?
I'll call Maintenance.

Or- Or maybe
you could just check it out
before Maintenance gets here.

And risk angering
a restless spirit?

No, no, no. No, no, no.
That's not how I roll.

Okay. Uh-

I'm sorry for the inconvenience.
Mr. and Mrs. Burke.

We will-We will send
somebody up right away.

Thanks very much.
Okay.

Oh, and could you tell Maintenance
to take a look at the shower door
while they're here?

I got stuck in there this morning.

No problem.

Did you hear that?
Did you hear that?

The shower door?
In the same shower door
where Monica was stuck?

In the same bathroom where her ashes
were flushed down the toilet?

You really are superstitious?

I just figured fixing a thermostat
was beneath you.

Superstitious? No. Spiritual? Yes.
I grew up in my grandmother's house, Danny.

And when she died,
strange things started happening.

Footsteps when
there was no one there.
Light turning on and off.

Temperature suddenly
dropping with no explanation.

Thought that you were
a man of science.
I am.

But I also know
that there are things in life
that even science can't explain.

Okay.

Carter.
Any messages for me?

Uh, no, Ms. Marquez,
no messages.
There's nothing from Mr. Harpel?

Nothing.

Danny here?
Do you see him?

What about Ed?
It's kind of urgent.

One of my whales disappeared.

I can help you.

I should probably talk to Danny.

I can do anything he can do.
Probably more.

- Really?
- Oh, uh, really.

Can you find Mr. Harpel?

The guy you were
supposed to meet earlier?
Mm-hmm.

You sure he didn't just stand you up?
Or maybe Paul Logan swooped in
and yanked him from your clutches.

I knew this was too serious
for you to understand.

Hey, Danny. It's Sam.
I need to talk to you right away.
Hey. Hold on. Hold on.

Sam, hang it up.
Hang it up.

Why don't I just run a search
on his credit card?

Mmm. Smart.
Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

- James W. Harpel?
- Mm-hmm.

Looks like he opened up a tab
at Pure about an hour ago.
Thank you.

That reverse psychology stuff?
That's cheating, Sam.

Uh-huh.
If you ain't cheatin',
you ain't tryin', Mike.

Damn.

Hey.

You guys see this?

"Mancuso menaces Montecito.

Ghost of former owner
haunts hotel."
What the hell is this?

I don't know.
Maybe that guy Taylor
went to the press.

What, because we made him
pay what he owed?

Well, if he thought the story
was gonna hurt us, he was wrong.
Bookings are way up.

Haunted hotels-
quite popular apparently.

Quite popular apparently?
Oh, yeah.

Yeah, at a lot of places,
a famous ghost is a huge draw.

Like the, um,
the Hotel del Coronado
in San Diego,

or the Maison de Ville
in New Orleans.

That's ridiculous.
Everyone knows there's
no such thing as ghosts.

Ow!
Oh!
Honey, you okay?

You okay?
What happened?
Ow. My shoe.

What?
Aren't those shoes you got
at the sale where Monica-

Yes. Still breaking 'em in,
I guess.
Whoa. Wait.

You bought those shoes
where she died?

They were on sale.

Yes.

Now? Oh, my God.

I'll be right there.

The health inspector, he's here.

Weird.
What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong.
That's just it.

It's freezing in here.
I know.

But nothing appears to be wrong
with the thermostat.

And I couldn't find
anything wrong with the lights
and the TV either.

Okay. So what is it?

Something strange is going on
in this suite, Danny.
Not you too.

Come on, Don.

Thirty-nine degrees.
Your, uh, dairy storage
is exemplary, Delinda.

I bet you say that
to all the girls.

Whoa. Sorry.

Well, filters clean.
Ventilation good.
Everything looks perfect.

So, uh, we passed?
Oh, with flying colors.

I'm not supposed to reveal that
until the official report is issued.

It'll be our little secret.

Okay, so-

Just-Just one more thing.
What's that?

Um, I was wondering if you might
have dinner with me some evening?

Oh, Mr. Ackerman.
Oh, no.

Call me Jerry, please.

Jerry. It's a lovely offer,
but I'm afraid I'm gonna
have to decline.

It's just I don't really
like mixing business
with pleasure.

You know, it just
wouldn't be professional.

And we're nothing
if not professionals.
Exactly.

Well, I- Good evening.
Can I borrow your knife?

- There you go.
- Thanks.

"Mancuso menaces Montecito."

I told you our suite
was haunted.

It is not haunted.
They're trying to sell newspapers.

Mr. Deline, my wife
has had to endure
tremendous pain and suffering,

and the way I see it,
you and the Montecito Corporation...

had a legal obligation to disclose
the presence of that ghost
before we purchased the residence.

It was clearly
a pre-existing condition.

But, you know, I'm thinking
you're gonna have hell finding a judge
to hear this particular case.

Well, I'm hoping that legal action
won't be necessary.

"A ghost ruined my condo"?

I would actually pay
to hear that testimony.

Well, as I said,
I'm hoping that legal action
won't be necessary.

You know, I'm getting this,
uh- this feeling that, uh,

there's a dollar figure
in your already ghost-ravaged brain...

that would make this all go away,
am I correct?

Yeah. Well, I think it would be reasonable
to refund the purchase price
plus a hundred thousand dollars.

Plus- Plus a hundred thousand dollars?
Yes.

For our pain and suffering
and inconvenience.

I am going to fix
this little problem in your suite
as soon as I possibly can.

And in the meantime,
I will put you both up
at this beautiful hotel free of charge.

Now, I'd take that
before I change my mind.

Good. Bye-bye.

Hey, Danny.

Listen, I'm telling you there's something
not right about those two.

You mean something
besides the fact
that they believe in ghosts?

I don't know.
Just check 'em out, all right?
I already did.

Neither one of them
has so much as a speeding ticket,
much less a criminal record.

You don't think the guy
that lost the money clip
was in with them or something?

Could be. I'll look into it.
Yeah, because
there's something strange.

I just got this- this feeling, you know,
that something's not right.

Maybe it's like
a sixth sense, I think.

Mr. Harpel. Hi.
I'm so sorry.

I thought we were supposed to
meet at Opus. My mistake.

Nice dress.
Oh, thank you.

Samantha Marquez,
I presume.
Logan.

Paul Logan.
At last we meet.

Excuse us for a moment.

I'm not sure how they do things
where you're from, but here, stealing
people's clients is considered bad form.

Stealing? Far as I know, Harpel
was never your client.
Mmm. Right. Okay.

Look, you stay out of Vegas,
and we'll be fine.

Come now, Samantha.
If your clients are truly happy,
then I pose no threat.

But when your service
is less than exemplary,
like with Mr. Harpel there,

who I'm sure would have met you
at the appointed time...

had you only picked him up
yourself in a jet, as I did,

then you become vulnerable
to competition.

Oh, see, now you don't have to teach me
how to service my clients.

I happen to be
the number one host
in Las Vegas.

A meaningless distinction.
What?

You might be number one at
the moment, but you've never had
to compete with the best.

Now that I'm here,
you won't be on top for long.

Wanna bet?

A friendly wager
might be in order.

Hmm.
What do you propose?

I bet that I can bring in
more money than you can
in the next 24 hours.

And we'll even do it on
your home turf, the Montecito.

Nice. And the winner
would say that she-

Or he.
would be Vegas's best.

Why don't we make it
interesting?
Please.

Winner gets bragging rights,
loser leaves town. Deal?

Deal.

Hey. Is that the infamous Paul Logan
I see at blackjack 22?
Yep.

He seems so-
Stupid?

I was gonna say sophisticated.
That's no sophisticated,
that's British. Don't be confused.

Right.
What's he doing in Vegas?
Losing a bet.

Huh?
I bet him I could bring in more money
than him in the next 24 hours.

Loser leaves Vegas for good.
Oh, Sam, are you sure that's wise?
The guy is a legend.

Thanks for the vote of confidence.
You know what I mean.

I'm the number one
casino host in Las Vegas,
no matter who my competition is.

Right.
Anyway, I have an ace
up my sleeve, so I can't lose.

An ace?
Mm-hmm.
Mr. Wu.

He plays at least a million
a visit.

That sounds like an ace.
Mm-hmm.

Mr. Wu, hi.
Let's get you to a table.

I don't think so, Sam.
Uh, is there a problem?

I'll say.
You have a ghost?

Oh, the ghost.

That's absurd.
Absurd?

The spirits of my ancestors
are with me always, Sam.
Are you calling them absurd?

No, absolutely not, sir.

I meant no disrespect.
It's just-
Either way,

it's bad luck to gamble
under the same roof
as a restless spirit.

Good-bye.

Let's go.

Mr. Wu?

Wow.
Looks like your ace just folded.

Gotta hand it to Monica.
What?

Even death can't keep that bitch
from ruining my life.

Hey, check that out.

Camera R29.
It keeps flicking on and off.

Maybe it's a monitor problem.

Can you switch the feed?
Yep.

Nope, looks like it's the camera.

Isn't that about where Monica
flew off the-

What, you think maybe her ghost
is trying to communicate with us?

Like Morse code?

Short, short, long-
That's "Mike."

Short, long, long, long- "Is."

"Mike is going to die."

That's very funny.
Whoo, yeah.

- Why don't you go check it out?
- Why don't you?
Or maybe you're scared.

Takes a strong man
to admit his fears.

Fine. I'll go myself.

What's going on?

Mr. Harpel is playing every table
at the high-roller pit,
hundred thousand a hand.

That's way above pattern,
even for him.

Mmm. It stings, doesn't it?

You have no idea.

C?zanne.
You have a good eye.
Harpel is a collector.

Yes, I am aware of the fact
that Harpel's a collector.

So you bought him a C?zanne
to get him to gamble?

Not fair.
Fair?
That's a quaint American notion.

You realize you're going to have
to subtract the cost of this painting
from your clients' total winnings,

which is going to make it
next to impossible...

for you to win
our little bet.
What is that?

Hmm?
Is that the scent of desperation?

Understandable, I suppose,
the way Harpel's been playing.

I'd guess I'm up on you
by at least half a million.

Oh, I doubt that.
Anyway, I didn't buy
the painting for Harpel.

I merely borrowed it for him
to enjoy while he plays.

Oh, you just borrowed it?
Friends at the Mus?e d'Orsay.

Oh.
From my days in Monte Carlo.
You been to Monte Carlo, Sam?

No. Have you
ever been to Pahrump?

Exactly how long have you
been planning this?

Ages, gumdrop.
Now let's run along, shall we?

You know, I'd thought you had
your work cut out
since Mr. Wu's departure.

It's so unfortunate, this haunting.

I had no idea when I had
that newspaper delivered to him
that it would upset him so much.

So, you had the newspaper delivered.

- Oh, I'll get that.
- I'll have those then.

Hmm. Knipex.

If I held on to these, would you die
a slow and painful death?

Well, if I did, you wouldn't be able
to say you were Vegas's top host.

Yes, but it suddenly doesn't seem
so important, compared to
your certain suffering and demise.

You'd rather kill me
than compete against me?
That's pathetic, really.

Honestly thought
you were better than this.
I am better than this.

Hello.
Hey, Mike.

Yeah.
Sorry to disappoint you,
but it's not a ghost.

It's just a dislodged cable.
Uh, must be the wind.

- Yeah, right.
- Ha, ha.

Danny.

Must be the wind.

Hey, honey.
Hey.

Wow.
Pretty crowded, huh?
Naturally.

- How did that inspection thing go?
- Aced it. We should get the official report
in a couple days.

Ah. You know the entire food press
is coming for Wolfgang's opening
tomorrow, so that's-

Excuse me, please.
very good.

Excuse me, gentlemen.
There is a line. You'll have to
wait in it like everyone else.

- I don't think so.
- You don't think so?

Why don't you think about this?

Why don't you listen
to what the young lady said
and get in back of the line?

Excuse me.
Ladies and gentleman,

by order
of the Las Vegas Department
of Public Health,

this establishment is hereby closed
for gross negligence...

and flagrant violation
of the Nevada food preparation
safety guidelines.

If everyone would please leave
through the nearest exit.

Wait a second.
Everyone, please leave now.

Everyone out now.
This place is closed.

The next Haunted Hotel Tour
starts in 20 minutes.

Okay.

Mr. Deline.

You, you and you.
You work pretty fast.

Well, opportunity knocked,
I answered.
Apparently.

This ghost thing is big, Ed.

Bookings have skyrocketed,
up to a year in advance.
Really?

Yeah.
I guess there's no accounting
for taste or judgment.

Well, that reminds me,
I wanna talk to you
about Monica's haunted suite.

Listen to me.
If you mention the ghost one
more time like it exists,

one of us is crazy
and I'm not.

I'm talking about
our bottom line.

I've gotten literally
hundreds of calls from people
wanting to rent the suite.

Now if the Burkes don't want it,
and we buy back Monica's suite
and we rent it out-

Hold it. It's just-
No, no, no, no.
I've already run the numbers.

Even if we pay the Burkes
top dollar, we'll still turn
a profit within a few months.

We'll make a killing.

We'll make a killing?
Oh, bad choice of words.

I've thought about
what you proposed,
Mr. Burke, Mrs. Burke.

And since you no longer
want the suite,

I'm willing to let you
out of the deal and, uh,
refund your entire purchase price.

Oh, so now
that the place is famous,
you want it back.

Mr. Deline, I am not a fool.

I understand how valuable
that suite's become to you.

I was downstairs.
I saw the line of people waiting
for the "Haunted Montecito Tour."

You want the suite back?
You give me twice what I paid.

Twice? I'll tell you what
I'll give you twice of-

- Ed.
- What?

Can I speak with you for a moment?

Excuse us.

What is it?
It's worth it.

Monica.
You know even dead, that bitch
is givin' me a headache.

I don't know what you want,
but don't you try any of that
reverse psychology stuff on me again.

It won't work.
You hear me, Sam?
Will not work.

Relax.
I have a simple question for you.

Oh, a simple question?
What's this, reverse reverse psychology?

Touch?, Ms. Marquez. Touch?.

Okay, I-I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Oh, playing the innocent.
Very clever.

You okay?
This ghost stuff
is getting to you, isn't it?

Maybe a little.
Yeah.

Uh-huh.
Anyway, what's the question?

What do you know
about a drug called Knipex?
Knipex.

Ah, it's a dopamine agonist
used to treat neurological disorders.

Stops tremors,
that sort of thing.
Wow.

Even I feel bad trying to win
a bet against a guy who's sick.

But not that bad.

All right.
Thanks, Mike.

Hi, honey.

I knew I'd find you here.
But you left so quickly last night.

Well, I was trying to call
that health inspector.

Do you know how much money
we're losing every day we're closed?

Well, listen, overseeing
Wolfgang Puck's new place, plus Opus,

Mystique, all the beverage
and food operations-

You know, maybe it's just,
you know, a little too much.
Is that it?

What?
It's overwhelming.

You're letting things slide.
Slide?

It's nothing to be ashamed of.
That stuff happens.
Happens all the time.

But the question is,
how- how can we fix this?

I cannot believe you have
so little faith in me.

That inspector's just trying to
get revenge on me for refusing
to go out on a date with him.

Come on, honey.
That report's a fake.
He made it all up.

You'd know it if you went into
the kitchen and checked out
those supposed violations.

Though you shouldn't
have to check.

What's all this?
I just keep thinking
about the Burkes.

There's something- something
not right with these two.

Just 'cause they say
their suite is haunted,
doesn't mean they're "not right."

I had the development office
pull the, uh, information
from the sale of Monica's condo...

just so we could run a more
comprehensive background check.

What are you looking for?
Ah, what are we looking for?
That's the question.

I wanna run
a complete search on these two.

Previous addresses, former employers,
whatever you can think of.

I want as much information
as possible on those two.

Sorry I asked.
Hmm? You busy?

No.

Hey. What's wrong?
You first.

You mean you didn't hear about
Mystique being shut down?

Yeah. Yeah, I did hear about that.
Health code violations.

I thought it must be
some kind of mistake.
Hello.

Everyone knows you're Montecito's official
"germophobe" when it comes to Mystique.
Thank you.

It's just because
I refused to go out with
that crazy-ass health inspector.

So what's your problem?
Paul Logan.

I heard he was in town.
Oh, he's such a legend.
Damn, he's cute.

Not helping.
Sorry.
So what's your problem?

I'm about to lose a bet with him,
not to mention my pride
and self-respect,

unless I can get my hands on a whale
in the next couple of hours.
Well, that shouldn't be a problem.

You are the number one
casino host in Vegas.
Maybe not for long.

What are you talking about?
I've tried everyone.

You've got tons
of big-money clients.
No one can get here in time.

And in the meantime, Logan is
driving all of my old clients away,
and stealing all of my new ones.

Oh, and did I happen to mention
that he somehow got Harpel
to double his usual level of play?

I just checked with the accountant.
Logan's ahead of me by nearly 600 grand.

Come on, there's gotta be
someone here in Vegas
who would wager that much.

Yeah. Well, there is one guy,
Jack Delacroix, but-

No buts.

Go get him.

Hi.
Sam.

Jack. Hi.
Hi.

I had no idea
you were in the program.

Oh, I'm not. I-I, uh-
Oh, it's-

I, uh-

It's my first meeting, so-
Come on.

So Janice and Bradley Burke
died in a car accident...

in Spokane, Washington
six months ago.

Oh. So then the logical question
would be-

- Who are the people upstairs?
- Right.

So the phony Burkes purchased
Monica's suite using stolen identities.
Right.

Fry?
Thanks. All right.

And since the real Burkes had no credit problems
or criminal history, the purchase
of the condo just sailed right through.

Good fries.
Wolfgang made 'em.

And since they knew
that Monica lived there,

and they knew that she just died,
maybe this whole ghost thing
was just a plan all along.

Exactly. Now, they jerry-rig some minor
little electrical problems,

make it look like
the joint is haunted.

And by the way,
those little problems
haven't been solved yet.

I got guys working on it.

Just- Oh, I got it.

Just find out who the hell
those people are.

Can't say it's a complete surprise
to see you here, Sam.
Really?

You know, I've thought
a lot about you
since I've been in recovery.

And, you and I,
we're a lot alike.

We are?
Well, that singular focus
on gambling...

at the expense of
everything else in your life.

Well, I don't know
about everything else.
I do love to golf.

Come on.
We both get off on the fact
that in a casino,

it doesn't matter who you are
or where you came from,
because you are what you bet.

Or in your case,
what your clients bet. Right?

Yeah, I guess I never
really thought about it
quite like that before.

As much as I miss it,
I have so much more now.

I'm back with my wife, Cindy.
That's great.

Hey, Jack, what do you say
we blow this Popsicle stand
and go back to the Montecito?

It'll be like old times.
I mean, once can't hurt
anything, right?

Sam, come on.
You know I can't.

Right.

It's never just once.
Of course. I know. It's-

- I'm sorry I asked.
- I see we have a new face
with us tonight.

Why don't you begin?

Oh.

Oh. Me? No.

I'm just, uh-
Go on.

Come on.
It's okay. It's all right.

Well, I'm Sam.
Hi, Sam.

And I'm here because...

today I... hit a new low.

Hi, I'm Gina St. John.

And we are live
at the Montecito today...

where hundreds have lined up,
hoping to catch a glimpse
of the ghost...

that has recently been rumored
to haunt the hotel's halls.

Now, the spirit is said to be that
of former owner, Monica Mancuso,

who died tragically
when a gust of wind...

blew her off the roof
in a freakish accident.

It has been some time
since we've been back here-

Yes, I know the department
has already issued a report,

but I need a second opinion!

Because your idiot inspector
is a lying, low-life son of a b-

Hello? Hello?

That bitch hung up on me!
Imagine that.

What do you want?

Look, I'm- I'm really sorry.
I mean, I should have
never doubted you.

No, you shouldn't have.
Yeah, you're right.

But I think I got a way
to make things right,

and get Mystique up and running
before Wolfgang's opening tonight.

Oh, really?
Really.

I hadn't played craps
in two years,

then my doctor gave me
this new drug for my tremors.

How long do these suckers
usually last?
Shh.

Unfortunately,
I lost the mortgage payment
two months in a row...

before I discovered that one
of the side effects of that drug
was compulsive gambling.

Uh, that drug,
it's not called Knipex
by any chance, is it?

Yeah.

Ed. I got 'em.
Yeah.

Got what?
I got 'em.
Janice and Bradley Burke?

Yeah.
Are really Trish and Bruce Hazard.
Check this out.

Over the last 10 years
they bought four different apartments,

all under various names,
all under stolen identities.
So?

So in each one
of these places,

the previous tenant
died of an untimely
but very well publicized death.

Just like Monica.
Exactly.

So I guess what they do
is they buy a place, say that it's haunted,
and demand damages from the owner.

I know it's weird,
but I guess it's worked for 'em before.

Well, okay. Here you go.
I gotta go.

- What do you mean, you gotta go?
- I have some important
family business to attend to.

But now's the time we're supposed to
go bust the bad guys, you and me.
Come on.

Right. Well, I guess
you're on your own
this one, sport. Huh?

Good luck.

Make sure I get copies of these.

Thank you. Whoo!

Mikey, I didn't realize
you were such a fan.
You're all schoolgirl-ish.

Schoolgirl-ish? No.
Enthusiastic.

There's nothing wrong with
a little Olympic enthusiasm.

U.S.A.! U.S.A.! U.S.A.! U.S.A.!

On second thought-
Security!

Come on, man.
I warned you about your shirts.

Well, how else was I supposed to
get Gretchen Bleiler to notice me?

The bare-chest cheer, that's your big move?
She's an Olympic athlete,
not a straggler at a frat party.

- You gotta sharpen your game.
- Game?

It's a cool move.
We're gonna try it again
at the Olympics. Right?

- Torino!
- Oh, yeah!

- Delinda.
- Now, Daddy?

Yeah, now, baby.

You think you're pretty tough,
don't you, Jer?
What you did was illegal.

Oh. Ow!
Like that, Daddy?

Well, honey, um, excuse me,
I'd soften him up a little first.
Like this.

I wouldn't go out with you,
so you faked that report
and shut down Mystique.

- Takes a real tough guy, huh, Jer?
- I don't know what you're talking-

- Oh!
- A little bit better?

Remember your punch, sweetie.
Oh, God, yeah.

Well, see right here, there's enough-
Watch out.

See, look.

Wanna try it?
Yeah.

Stand up.
Here you go.
Oh, no, no.

Hey, baby, good.
Now, there's an artery right here.

So you put your head behind here
so he don't head-butt you.

Put your thumb right here,
and then you just squeeze.

Hey, Mike. I need you to do
a VideoIQ check on Paul Logan.

What's your game, Sam?
Why don't you cut to the chase
and tell me why you're here?

No games, Mike.
Start at about 10:30 last night.

Blackjack table
number 22 and 23.
No games?

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Fast-forward it.

Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.
There. Go back.

Zoom in on the table.

- Play that back slow.
- Coming up.

What are we looking for?

That.
Whoa.

He drugged Mr. Harpel.

What do you want?

I want you
to retract your report,

admit you lied,
and have Mystique open
by dinner tonight.

Okay, I can do that.
Just don't hurt me anymore.

Very well then.
I guess our work is done here.

Wow. Drugging your clients.
That's-

Devotion?
Not what I was going to say.

So I take it this means
all bets are off?
All bets are off.

And you can still call yourself
Vegas's number one casino host.

At least for the next few years.

Hey, maybe 18 months
with good behavior.

Well, I assume the fact you called us here
means you're ready to meet our price.

Uh, no.
No, not exactly, Mr. Burke.

Or is it Mr. Hazard?
Honey. Ah.

Not only will you be charged
with fraud and identity theft...

but you will also be responsible
for repairing all the damage
you did to the suite.

With the electrical and construction,
it should be roughly $30,000.

- You can't prove we did that.
- Actually, we can.

No. No. We own this place.

You'll never get it back.
Ow.

Well, according to Nevada law,
the Burkes own it,
or their estate does anyway.

But not for long.
We're in the process
of buying it back as we speak.

Come on.

Everything okay, Wolfie?
Just one more, Mr. Puck.

Everything is perfect, Delinda.
Come on in.

Uh, Wolfgang. The reporters
would like a few words.
Yeah.

- Of course.
- This way, sir.

This here's Jack Carlton.
He works for the-

Anybody, uh, mention
the situation with Mystique?

No. Yesterday's news, I guess.
I guess so.
I was just over there.

- And?
- Line's out the door, as usual.

I would've thought being shut by the
health department, albeit wrongfully,
would've taken its toll on business.

Not to mention Wolfgang opening
his spot next door.

It's this ghost stuff.
The hotel's filled to capacity.

Monica brings in
way more business dead
than she ever did alive.

Oh, please.
Once and for all,
there's no such thing as ghosts.

And if there is,
may one strike me down right here.

See, Mike, nothing.

- Nothing.
- Oh!

Oh!
Sweetie, are you okay?

I tripped.
Doesn't prove anything.

It's these damn shoes.

Remember Monica used to stand up here,
watching over everyone?

Yeah, I remember.
God, I hated that woman.

What's that?

- Money clip.
- R.P.T.

That guy Taylor, the, uh,
one who said the ghost
stole his money clip. That's his.

He said he had 400 bucks in there.
Uh, 314 here.

So he's missing 86 bucks.
Yeah.

That's the exact amount of the check
that he skipped out on at Mystique.

And your point is what exactly?

Maybe Monica came back from the dead
to collect on an unpaid bill.

You know there's a lot of crazy things
that go on here in Vegas, Danny.

That ain't one of 'em.

That's one hell
of a coincidence, huh?

Nah.

Winner seven!

Ow.