Las Vegas (2003–2008): Season 3, Episode 21 - Chaos Theory - full transcript

Previously on Las Vegas.

Wow.
Yeah.

I had a great time
last night.

Oh, you liked that?
Mm-hmm.

What's this?

You dog!

- I invited Derek Stephenson to spend
a few days at the Montecito.
- Delinda's old boyfriend from college.

- Hey, Mr. Deline.
- This is Dr. Derek Stephenson.

Your boyfriend's here.
Derek Stephenson?

Okay. How much?

A million a hand?
All right, I'm on my way.



And if you see anyone who resembles
a casino host, call me or break their legs.

Yeah. Of course you get
your finder's fee.

Excuse me. Excuse me, girls.
Talk about running the gauntlet.

Sorry.

Oh!

How 'bout that finder's fee?

Thank you.

Is he okay?

You want proof, sweetheart?
There's my proof.

Well, I'm certainly convinced.

And this is Sam Marquez,
our best casino host.
Your casino host.

I don't remember asking for one,
but if you could help me out here-

- Well, Mr. Stiles-
- Dwight to you.

Dwight to me-
would like to play blackjack...



for a million bucks a hand,
which is great,

but I told him that we need
some financial information first.

- Which I just provided.
- Yes, you did. Let's get started.

Yeah, but, Sam-
Sam, as you know, stakes this high,

even if he has the finances,
we have to get approval from Ed.

- He's the Montecito president.
- Look, I know I've
never played here before,

but if walking in with
a satchel full of cash
requires management approval, then-

I'm so sorry for the inconvenience,
but I promise you, it'll just
be a few minutes.

Less than a few minutes.
It'll be seconds. It'll be nanoseconds.
Nano.

Nano.
Sam for Ed.

What do you mean,
he's away for the weekend?

Well, call him.
Yes, right now.

You knew about this, didn't you?
Knew about what, dear?

The fact that there's
no cellphone reception here, dear.

It would never have
occurred to me to ask.

The whole idea
of a holistic retreat is that-

Oh, it's a retreat, all right-
Right back to the Dark Ages.

No phones-
There's no television.
There's no red meat.

Honey, remember what Dr. Paul said?

Wait. Let me think. No.
Will you remind me?

I know you just love to make fun
of everything he says,

but I think he's very insightful,
and he said that you
need to relax...

and to appreciate the gifts
of love and life.

Which you agreed to do
when we planned this.

"We"? There is no we.
You planned this.

And I didn't know about the phones.
What happens if somebody
needs to contact me?

Well, honey, I imagine
they'll just have to carry on
without you,

and as a result grow
as employees and human beings.

You want that, don't you?

Hey, let's go take a dip
in the sulfur pool...

before we do our first treatment.

Oh, yippee.

Hi, Dwight.
I'm afraid that your
approval is gonna take...

a teensy bit longer than expected,
so we're gonna put you
in our presidential suite.

And maybe we'll have Wolfgang Puck
cook you a meal.

You know what?
I never knew playing a little blackjack
was gonna be so complicated.

Jennifer? Jennifer-Jennifer here
will be your personal butler.

I'm transferring you
to the presidential suite.

- Miss Connell, I have never been
a personal butler.
- Oh, yeah, you have.

All you gotta do is look
pretty and know where to find
the ice machine, right, Dwight?

- Actually, I really don't care
about the ice machine.
- I'll take you up.

- Get Danny. He'll approve.
- Yes. I'll take this for you.

I got it.
You got it.

Danny. Hi.
Hey.

What are you doin'?
Starving. I need something to eat.

I'm taking Derek to the airport.
I thought you might want
to say good-bye.

Uh-

Damn it.
I thought they'd be open.

You told me you liked him.

He's all right.
Look, just so you understand
guys a little better,

thinking a dude is all right
and wanting to say good-bye
are two completely different things.

Okay?

Okay, but I told him
you wanted to say good-bye.

If it's that big of a deal-

Okay, you know what? Fine.
I'll say good-bye.

Does Derek know about us?

That we dated a few years ago?

Yes, he knows.

Does he know about
what we did a couple
of days ago?

Why would I tell him that?

I mean, do you tell every girl you meet
about the last time you had sex?

- So you like him?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I do.

You asked. I mean, would you
prefer me not to tell you the truth?

No. I'm cool.

Good.

'Cause, you know-

I'm glad you're okay with that
'cause I consider a friend,

someone I can talk to.
Which I am.

So, uh-

We still gonna be able to,
you know-

once in a while?

I don't know.

There he is.

Hey, Delinda. You have a phone call.

Something about a Mystique
liquor delivery.
Thanks, Lisa.

Hey.
Hey, hey.

- Hey, Danny.
- Hey, buddy.

I have to take a call.
I'll be right back, and then we'll go.

And I'll be right here.

Well, paintballing was fun, huh?

- Yeah.
- I don't think Delinda will be
donning the camos again.

Not unless there's a
designer label inside.

You guys must know each other
pretty well, working together,

and she said you guys
were dating for a couple of years.

Yeah.
Let me ask you a question.

You think she'd be interested
in a serious relationship right now,
or would, uh-

Would I just be spinning my wheels?

I thought you were going
to Bangladesh.
No, I know.

I am, but, uh-
I don't know. I'm just curious.

Has she ever said anything to you
about wanting to settle down?

- No.
- 'Cause if you couldn't tell,
I'm really into her.

So who do you like in the play-offs?
I'm going with the Pistons, myself.

All right. I get it. I'll shut up.

What do you think I should do?

Dude, I'm not your shrink.
You're right, you're right.

No, no, no. My problem.

Danny, there's a guy in the casino.
He wants to play blackjack,
a million dollars a hand.

Ed's not here, so you're
gonna have to okay it.
He brought cash.

- A million a hand? Who is he?
- I don't- Dwight something or other.

He's waiting. Let's go.

All right, well, I gotta run.
Happy trails.

- And don't let anybody
touch that sandwich.
- What, no final advice?

Uh-

Whenever I'm struggling
with something like this,
I think about beer commercials...

that have had an impact on me,
because there's usually a message in there.

Like, you remember "Go for the gusto"?

- Well said, my friend.
- Unbelievable.

This Dwight guy's
not on your whale radar?
No. Did you hear me say he brought cash?

I'm gonna have to talk to him.
I don't think you should talk to him.

Listen. It's the first time
I will be approving
a wager that high.

Ed's not here.
I need to be extra careful.

Make it fast.
He's not gonna wait around forever.

By the way, I don't know
if you're interested or not,

but there's a mentally deranged woman
in Bella Petto.
Whoa, whoa.

What do you mean, "mentally deranged"?
She's been staring at the waterfall
for the last three hours.

Mike.

Get me Bella Petto on 31,
across from the waterfall.

Excuse me, ma'am.

- It's Connie.
- Uh, I'm Mike Cannon
with Montecito security.

Oh, I'm a hotel guest.
Room 5318.

Do you mind that I don't
look at you, Mike?
No, but-

Is everything okay?
Some folks thought
you weren't feeling well.

Quite the opposite, really.

I feel amazingly exhilarated.

- Do you see him?
- See who?

Saint Randolph
in the waterfall reflection.

Can't say I'd recognize him.

He's the only one there.

- That's Saint Randolph, huh?
- He's the patron saint of benevolence.

Yesterday he told me
to start gambling at 11:00.

I did. The dealers dealt me
four straight blackjacks.

So I'm waiting for him to tell me
when to gamble today.

I once got a potato chip
that looked exactly like Popeye.

Popeye's a cartoon.
Yeah.

Pool closes at 8:00.
Oh, he knows.

Probably does. Yeah.

Mr. Stiles, I'm Danny Mc-
Listen, Jennifer here is worried...

she'll get in trouble
for drinking on duty.

I told her she wouldn't,
because I insisted she join me.

He did.

I mean, how could I not offer
a gorgeous girl like that
a cocktail?

Hmm?
Don't worry. You're not
in trouble, Jennifer.

Thank you.
We were having a very
informative conversation.

Did you know that bra size
and cup size are not the same thing?

Do you mind if I talk to you
over here for a minute?
Sure.

Do me a favor.
Do a little channel surfing.
See if you can find something X-rated.

Sure.

Think I got a shot with her?
Uh, probably not.
She's got a boyfriend.

So can you find someone
I do got a shot with?

Like, a guaranteed shot?
Young? And if I gotta pay the piper-

Mr. Stiles-
And don't give me any of this...

"you don't do that kind of thing" crap,
because I know you do.

I was told that you wanted to play
a particularly high-stakes game.
That's right.

A million a hand.
I thought Ed Deline ran this hotel.

He does, but he's out of town.
In his absence, I'm in charge.

Young, good looking and in charge.

You got any other problems, chief?

So. Can I play some blackjack now?

I understand you brought cash.
Mind if I take a look?

What? You wanna see
if it's counterfeit?

It isn't.
You can look at it...

when I put it on the table.

And if you lose this first hand,
do you plan on continuing
to use cash?

How about this?
If I lose, I'll tell you.

If you don't like my plan
for hand two,
we'll part friends.

Fair enough?
It's not our policy-

I'm sorry, Danny.
About what?

I thought when you said
you were in charge,
that you meant it.

You put a million bucks
on the table, we'll let you
play one hand.

Hey, Sarasvati, come on in.

I've been meaning to talk to you.
Yeah, me too.

Yeah. Yeah, we haven't
really had a chance...

to talk about what happened
out at paintball.

You know, when everyone
was sleeping.

I enjoyed it.

Quite a bit, actually.

Yeah, I did too.

But, seeing as how
we work together-

Don't worry about it.
I'm not looking for a boyfriend.

Good.
Not that you wouldn't make
a dynamite girlfriend.

It's just that...
I wouldn't want
to jeopardize our friendship.

Agreed.
Agreed.

Do you think we could still
have sex once in a while?

I don't...

see why not.

Hey. Hey, D.

Hey, Danny. I was just
asking Mike about, uh,

Mr. Stiles.

- Uh, yeah. I said she should
talk to you.
- Yeah.

I heard that he's planning
on playing a-million-dollar-a-hand
blackjack?

Yeah. I was just up in his suite.
The guy's kind of a sawed-off
little runt,

but he's got the cash,
so we're gonna let him
play his hand.

- After that we'll see.
- Yeah.

No, that's my concern.
If he wins several hands in a row,

I don't think our cash on hand
is sufficient.

Well, we gotta have
four or five million here.

Yes, we do, but that's to cover
all current wagers.

If he goes on any kind of a hot streak,
he could severely deplete our supply.

State gaming laws require us to have...

enough cash on hand to cover
every bet made.

That's right.
Why didn't you check that?

- See, I-I thought you were checking it.
- I've... been busy.

'Cause I knew-We knew-
No. Yeah.

- We gotta go to the floor.
- Oh, we goin' to the floor? Okay.

Uh, we'll talk later-maybe more.

Yes, we will.

So I guess Sarasvati
wasn't a one-time thing.

What? No, that-

Anyway, all we have to do
is call the bank and have the cash
transferred over.

Mmm.
We do it all the time-
Holiday weekends and sports events.

You know, a man would admit
that he didn't know that.

So you gonna man up,
my brother?
I'm gonna call the bank.

Hey, this is Danny McCoy
at the Montecito.

We need $10 million in cash
sent over.

We'll send an armored truck.

Dalton Armored Services.
This is Mike.

I'm authorizing it.
How many people?

Oh, that's right. I forgot.
I'll have him call you.

We'll send somebody
to check it out.

You first.
Transfers over a million
have to be authorized by Ed.

I guess he's on some
voice-recognition system.
What do you got?

Crowd-control issues with that
St.-Randolph-in-the-waterfall
chick at Bella Petto.

I'll take care of that.
You get a hold of Ed.

We can't get a hold of Ed.
They already tried him on his cell.
Oh, that's right.

He's at that New Age spa near Sedona.
Probably no cell coverage.

Want me to brush up
on my smoke signals?
No.

Get a satellite phone,
take the helicopter down
and have Ed call in the transfer.

Shouldn't take more
than a half an hour.
Got it.

Hey.
Hi. Danny okayed it.

Dwight'll be down soon.
Good.

Listen, I meant to tell you-
I enjoyed spending time
with Casey.

He's a really nice guy.
You think my ex-husband
is a nice guy?

Yeah.
Oh. Is that supposed
to make me feel good?

I was just making
conversation, is all.
Oh, right.

Y-You guys-You seem like
you're still pretty friendly.

Oh, right.
Which means, "Are you still friendly,

and if you are, or even if you're not,
would it piss you off
if I hung out with him?"

You have quite an imagination.

Oh, really? It's my imagination?
Tell Dwight there's gonna be a delay.
It's gonna be about 30 minutes.

What?
Why?

Happens right when he leaves.
Chaos arrives.

Ed didn't say that.

He's thinking it.

Dalton Armored Services?
Hey, this is Danny McCoy
at the Montecito.

I need you to send a truck
to Fidelity Commerce Bank
to pick up a cash transfer.

Yes, Ed Deline will be calling in
the authorization.
Thank you.

Hi.
Hey.

How'd it go with Derek?
You mean my new "bestest" buddy?

He said you gave him
some good advice.

I told him to load up
on the Pistons.
Hmm.

I'm really glad you guys
are getting along.
Me too.

Hi. I'm Danny McCoy
with Montecito security.
Excuse me, ma'am.

I know that you spoke
with a colleague of mine
earlier today- Mike Cannon.

Yeah. He said it was fine to commune
with St. Randolph.

It is, as long as it doesn't affect
our other pool patrons.

- I don't know if you invited
all these other people, but-
- I'm their spiritual guide.

Are you... charging a fee?

Of course not.
Look, I can make sure they're
more orderly if you want.

No. We can't have more
than two people waiting at a time.

I'm sorry. I'm gonna-
Okay, people, if we want to receive
St. Randolph's blessings,

we can only have two people
out here at a time,

so the rest of you are gonna need
to wait inside, okay?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Hey.
Danny, right?

Yes, sir.
Why don't you go get the cabana set up
while we do a little man talk.

Sam said I can cool my heels down here
while you guys try to get your act together,
which I'm assuming you haven't.

Hello!

You know what's amazing?

Used to be, when a guy
walked into a casino...

willing to put down
a million dollars of his money,
the casino'd be thrilled to reciprocate.

But this place-

You know what I think
you ought to do?
What's that?

Check your tea bag.
See if you still got a pair.

Shouldn't be more than 30 minutes.

I'll be in my cabana.
Oh, and spread the word-

I'm paying 50 a headlight
for "pass-bys."

We're paying for this?

Shh. Just let the eucalyptus oil
soak into your skin.

I could have just rolled around
on the lawn.

Mr. D!

Mrs. D.

Just give us a minute,
will you please?

Yeah.
Hey.

I hate to interrupt your getaway like this,
but we need you to authorize
a $10 million cash transfer,

seeing as you're the only one
who can do it.

Geez, Mike. You know, we're trying
to have a quiet, peaceful weekend here.

- I know. I am really sorry.
- Just make the call.

Cash, right?
Yeah.

Honey, you cannot make
a cash transfer on the phone.
You gotta do it in person.

But they said-
No. Zip it.

Uh, how'd you get here?

Helicopter.
Oh, good.

Listen, honey, I'll be back
as soon as I can.

I promise, sweetheart.
You arranged this, didn't you?

I did not!
I-I had- I had no idea.

Mike, tell her
I had no idea.
He didn't, Mrs. D. I swear.

Hey-

Dial. Listen, don't get
the wrong idea here either, Mike.

If I didn't hate this place so much,
I'd be kicking your ass right now.

Understood. Here.

It's Ed Deline.
I'm authorizing a cash transfer.

That's right, 10 million.

Hi. Mind telling me
what the holdup is?

Uh, the holdup is that your boy
Dwight Stiles talks the talk
but apparently doesn't walk the walk.

And I was hoping to watch
the guy lose a million bucks,
but apparently he changed his mind.

I wonder why he just asked me
for the third time when
he'd be able to play.

I think that he would
have been here by now
if he wanted to play, Sam.

Oh, really?
Sarasvati says he can't play.
Do you want to know why?

Because our supplemental
cash reserve hasn't arrived.

Well-
What, you don't know
what that means?

Supplemental cash reserve?
You might want to make
a phone call and check that out.

Sarasvati?
I'm positive.
The cash has not arrived.

No. I've been here all day,
and I'm positive.

No one phoned in
a Montecito pickup.

Yes, Mr. Deline called in
the authorization.

The armored truck picked up
$10 million about an hour ago.

This is Mike.

You're kidding.

Mr. D.

We got a little bit
of a problem.

Yes, sir. The courier had
all the right credentials,

a-and the truck looked
just like a Dalton truck.

Can I have this tape?
Sure.

Looks like someone put a lot
of planning into this.

We need a list of anyone who might have had
a beef with the company:
people who were fired, quit-

Or anyone familiar
with this phone system.

Looks like 20 minutes of incoming calls,
including Danny's,

were rerouted to another number.

Oh, hi there, Danny.
Derek.

Yeah.
I thought that you were-

Oh, I guess I took your advice.
"Go for the gusto."

So what if it's based
on a beer commercial?
It resonates, man.

Fact is, I landed in L.A.,
realized I had to come back-

I got a bunch of stuff
I gotta take care of.

- Do you know where Delinda is?
- Uh, sorry.

Okay.

Ed. Ed, Agent Singleton
said the armored truck...

was found abandoned
a couple of blocks
from the bank.

That's the usual M.O.

Perps transfer the money
to a less noticeable vehicle,
slap on some stolen plates.

Might go through three or four cars
before they're through.
No hits on the prints yet.

This is Danny McCoy.

He's the one that called
the armored truck company.

Hey, the truck they used
was painted to look
exactly like a Dalton truck.

And Las Vegas Metro tracked down
the phone that ended up
receiving your call.

Prepaid cell-
We found it out in the Las Vegas Wash
near Desert Rose Golf Club.

Whoever pulled this off
knew when we'd be calling Dalton.

Which means someone who knew
about the cash transfer.

- Who is that? How many people?
- Well, the three of us,
Sam, Mary, Sarasvati

some people in Accounting
and a bunch of people at the bank.

Well, why don't you draw up a list
of names, and we'll start interviewing.

Metro will coordinate
with the Bureau
on a schedule.

Sounds good.
I'll tell you what-

We'll get started
and we'll draw up that list.
Thanks, boys.

What about this Stiles?
Did he know anything
about the cash transfer?

I don't remember if I mentioned it to him,
but I did run a background check,

and he must be using a phony name,
because nothing came back-

No driver's license,
no permanent address,
no records of any kind.

Shouldn't we tell the cops about that?
I thought that we might want
to talk to him first.

- That's my boy.
- Yeah.

Excuse me.
I'm Ed Deline,
president of the Montecito.

- Mind if I step in?
- Mi casa es su casa.

Thank you.
Mr. Deline, I gotta tell you...

that Jennifer girl was great,
but this girl deserves a promotion.

What's your name, honey?
Amy.

Amy.
But I don't work here.

Why don't you get lost?

I'll catch up with you later.

Thank you.

So. You want a drink?
Might as well.
You paid for it.

No, thanks.

Mr. Stiles, I know Danny McCoy
okayed a high-stakes game
for you,

but unfortunately, uh,

I don't think we're gonna
be able to make that happen.

You afraid you're gonna
get robbed again?

- It's all over the news.
- No, we're not afraid of that.

It's a decision that I made.

I apologize for the inconvenience.

You're welcome to stay in the suite.

Okay. I'm ready.

Didn't you come here
to ask me if I know
anything about the robbery?

- Do you?
- How about this?

You interrogate me for an hour
in exchange for 20 minutes...

with that black chick who works
in your t-shirt store. Hmm?

Did you, uh, mention
the cash transfer to anyone?

No.

That-That's smart.
That's a good approach.

Whoever pulled this off
had to know the transfer
was gonna happen, right?

Wait a minute.

I think I told the towel boy out there.

By the way, did you get a look
at the broad who was talking
to the waterfall?

Nice little body on her.

You, uh, told a towel boy?
Yeah.

Mexican kid-
so you know he's got
18 relatives living with him.

What is that-
Afternoon delight number three?

Four.

Hey. How'd it go with Dwight?

I did my best not to slap him.

He's a racist pig.
Yeah.

Anyway, he said he mentioned
the money transfer to a towel kid.

What's he been up to?

He was inside his cabana
from an hour before the robbery
till 45 minutes after it went down.

He's been keeping himself busy
with a parade of women.
Yeah.

Check this out.

Even with that nutjob
who's staring at the waterfall.

I mentioned him to the cops
They got nothin'
to hold him on.

In any case, he's got
a pretty airtight alibi.

I don't know.
See, even if he didn't do it himself,
he could be working with a team.

Right?
He would have had to notify the team
when the transfer was gonna happen,

but there were no calls made
from his room, cell or land line.

Maybe the towel boy's the messenger.
Towel boy's nothing.
Believe me, he's nothing.

Listen. Here's the thing.
If this guy knows
how a casino works,

he would know that we'd have to get
a money transfer to cover his bets,

and then he'd also know that
we'd want to get this money
here as soon as possible.

So that would be easy to establish,
you know, a fairly accurate time frame.
Yeah.

If the cops can't hold Stiles,
neither can we.

So we basically got nothin'.

Have surveillance
keep an eye on him.

Yeah.

Yeah. Thanks.

Cops just found a car
in Indian Springs-

key in the ignition,
Dalton uniforms
in the back seat,

two stiffs in the trunk.

Detective Sarnat?

You're looking at your doers,
Mr. McCoy.

We matched their prints
to the ones we lifted at the bank.
What kind of a hit was it?

Shots came from the street side
through the open window.

Each of the victims took two
to the head. Small caliber.
Looked like they knew the guy?

What, like a split gone bad?
There's no signs of a struggle.

But it might also be some punk
who saw the transfer from
the armored truck and followed 'em.

Whoo!
Yes.

Dude. Excuse me.
They said you were
the security department.

Part of it, yes.
Do you know that woman
at the pool?

The one who talks
to that dude in the waterfall?
Yes. I'm familiar with her.

Well, like, all I saw was water, so...

I asked for my donation back.

She's asking for donations?
Yeah.

And when I asked
for my "hundy" back,

she said she was gonna
put a curse on me.

So when I got back
to my room, well-

I had my 420 in this pocket-

which is now gone-
so I'm pretty sure she took it.

Well, sir, possession of marijuana
is a crime in the state of Nevada,

so maybe you're better off
without it.

Uh, excuse me, miss.
Derek.

Yeah.
You're here.
Wait. Why are you here?

Did you miss your plane?
No, no, no. No, no, no.

Made the plane. Took the plane.
Had to come back.

Why?
To see you. To be with you.

Look, honey, I don't know
what's going on,

but it is very powerful
and I don't seem to have
any control over it.

So I just-
I had to come back to see you.

What?

I'm glad you came back.

Really? Because if you're not,
tell me right now...

before I make a complete idiot
out of myself.

Really.

Really?

How long will you be here?

I was able to put off Bangladesh
for a couple of weeks.

Wait. There are cameras everywhere.
I'll get a room.

No cameras in the rooms.

Okay, Connie, that's it.

What did I do?
Everybody's waiting.
Show's over, sir.

All right, let us know
if anything comes in.
All right, thanks.

F.B.I. says no leads
on any of the interviews
from the bank.

Yeah. Cops say nothing
on the shootings either.

Stiles left for an hour and a half
about the time those
two guys got hit.

Then he went back to his suite.
He left a few minutes ago.

Surveillance says he's on the floor.

Yeah, well, if anyone runs into him,
I'd like to have another chat
with the man.

Mm-hmm. Oh, and I tossed out
our spiritual guidance counselor.

Good, because I think she was
soliciting donations
from the faithful.

She was. She ripped off
one believer's weed.

Wait a minute.
So I leave this joint one day,
and it goes to pot?

Double funny.
Not bad.

- Hey, Sam. Sam.
- Yeah, uh, I'll call you back.

Where's Dwight?
Oh, he's, uh-
He's playing blackjack.

I mean, not for a million a hand,
but he's definitely earning
his suite.

I don't know what you said to him.
Thanks.

I'll have to do that again.

What do you make of that,
him sticking around?

What do I make of it?

I think he's up to his eyeballs
in this thing.

I'll see you guys later.
Uh-huh.

Eddie, baby.
Come over here.

I just split my eights,
and Monroe here gave me...

two sixes.

- And an ace.
- Can I buy you a drink, Mr. Stiles?

Twenty-two.
- This guy deserves a raise.

Little elbow bending
with the boss?

- Sure. Why not?
- Good. Color him out.

Mm-hmm.

Thank you.
You're welcome.

You know, there ought to be
a law against having
an ass that good.

What you been up to today, Dwight?

Enjoying this unbelievable
Montecito hospitality.

Where were you,
if you don't mind me asking,
between 2:00 and 4:00?

When those two guys
got whacked?

Yeah. That was on TV too.
You weren't here.

We have you on surveillance, leaving.

I'm getting the impression
you somehow think I'm
involved in this whole thing.

You're a very perceptive man.

As far as where I was,
none of your friggin' business.

Ed, relax.

The money's insured,
and I'm still here gambling.

You think about that?

If I robbed your casino,
why would I hang around?

Talk to the cops, talk to you?

Maybe it's part of the plan-
hide in plain sight.

Well, if I ever rob a casino,
I'll remember that.

What's your real name there, Dwight?

I'm trying to be a sport here, Ed,

but I gotta tell ya,

you're making it a little unpleasant.

I'm sorry.

You tell me about shooting
your two cronies,
we'll forget the whole thing.

This is on you, right?

Ed.

You got nothin'.

Would you like to bet
your million on that?

Dwight split.
He got on a flight to Los Angeles.

The F.B.I. said they'll notify
the L.A. office,

but unless he does something stupid
they're only gonna watch him
for a couple of days.

Hold that thought.

There's a long shot I want to play.

- Connie.
- Look, I'm leaving.

You have any controlled substances
in this suitcase?
Give me that.

Maybe I'll run it by
the drug-sniffing dogs
the D.E.A.'s training in here.

- Give that to me.
- I will,

soon as the dogs get over here.

What do you want?

We want information about Dwight Stiles,
and we know that you were
in his cabana.

Yeah? So?

We're trying to find him,
and if you help us out...

maybe we'll let you go through
that suitcase and flush anything
you don't need down the toilet.

We just met out by the pool
and we hooked up- Once.

I don't know where he is.
I barely even know him.

Call the D.E.A.
Yeah. I'll get those dogs out here.

Okay, wait.

I think this belongs to him.

He must have accidentally
dropped it in my purse.

Just dropped it in there, huh?
Mm-hmm.

- Maybe there's an address.
- Maybe.

D.E.A. dog-training exercise?
It worked, didn't it?

I expected better.
Mm-hmm.

- So we got an address?
- No. Maybe something more interesting.

I check the trash section
and was able to retrieve...

some recently entered
map coordinates.

Don't ask. It's complicated.

I could have figured this out.
Yeah, okay.

It's a location just outside of town,
in the desert.

Should be right here.

Hold on, Danny.

Give it to Mike.

Hey.

- Eight more bundles
like these in the hole.
- Serial numbers match.

Mike, uh, you think you
can set up some kind of
alarm system out here?

Piece of cake.
All right, look.

I'm gonna call the F.B.I.,
tell 'em not to let anybody know
we found this stuff.

That's a good one, Delinda.

Hey, Mom.
Hi, sweetheart.

How was the spa?
Well, it was lonely.

Your father left
right in the middle of it.
I'm so upset with him.

I thought Dr. Paul
straightened everything out
between you two.

Yeah, right.
Hey, guess what.

Derek came back.

Said he missed me so much
he postponed his trip to Bangladesh.

I like that man.
I think I like him too.
I'm going up to see him.

Yes!

Honey.
Hey, you're back early.

Yes, because I didn't realize
I was gonna be sitting around
all by myself.

I should have taken
some reading material.

Uh- I'm- I'm sorry.

Hey, come on. Sit down.

You will not believe what happened.
I mean, you will not believe this.

Listen to this.
You remember the money transfer
Mike asked me to make?

Mm-hmm.
The money gets stolen,
and the two guys that did it get shot.

Now I started to call you,
but then I remembered-

Of course, you know this.
I couldn't make a call.

Robbery and a shooting-
That's terrible.

Yeah. 10 million bucks.
But that doesn't matter.

What does matter is that
I wanna make up for this
interrupted weekend,

and we'll go back as soon
as everything quiets down a little.

Really?
Yeah.

And you'll relax?
If I have a satellite phone.

I'll be the most relaxed,
the most "Zenned-out" guy
you ever saw.

Hi.
Hi.

How's the suite?
Excellent. Yes.

A little upgrade
from a hut and a dirt floor,
but, you know, it'll have to do.

Do you remember
the first time... that we kissed?

Class trip to Williamsburg?
Do you remember where
in Williamsburg?

A hallway in some auditorium,

while we were supposed to be inside
at some concert.

Wow, very good.

You know, for 10 years,
every time I hear harpsichord music,
I think of that very kiss.

I do.

No. Ah, ah. No peeking.

What-
No. No peeking.

Just follow me.

Huh?

The wig and everything.

Yeah, I go all out.

Delinda?

Will you marry me?

Now, before you answer,

I know this is sudden-
really sudden-

but I know I love you.

And I know we're right for each other.

Derek.

Wow.

I think I need to sit down.

Okay. Yeah, yeah.

- Derek, the music is sweet, but-
- No. I'll, uh-

It's okay. Could you, uh-

Thank you.

Thanks.

Shh, shh.

I want to spend
the rest of my life with you.

Derek, part of me wants to say yes-
Then say it.

It's just so unexpected.

And you'll probably hate me
for saying this, but I just-

I need some time to think,
when my head isn't spinning.

I'm really excited.

I am.

I- I just need to think about it.

I understand.

Okay.

You-
No, it's okay.

Is the offer still good
for a couple of days?

For you, yeah.

You're crazy.

Do you see his image?

It's St. Randolph.

He gives me advice
on when to gamble.

You know, Connie,

I just saw St. Randolph's image
in the back of a cab out front.

Let me show you.

...out of his pocket, turns it on
and sees another dude inside there
and says, "What are you doing here?"

And the other guy says,
"I don't know. How do we get out?"

He goes, "Help me find my keys,
and we'll drive out."

Ah.

Yeah.

That isn't funny.

"Drive out"? That is-
It's not that funny.

I get it.
Well-

It's just not a great one.

I-Is that-
Yeah.

I'd almost forgotten.

Dwight.

Danny McCoy, Mike Cannon.
From the Montecito, remember?

God, I hate when they do this.

Glad you could make it back to Vegas.

Ow.