Las Vegas (2003–2008): Season 3, Episode 9 - Mothwoman - full transcript

Mmm!

Let's go.

Yeah!

Money plays.
Let it ride.

Hey, baby.

Hi. I'm Danny McCoy,
president of operations.
Oh.

You're cute.

And you're busted.

Okay. Wait.

We can work out a deal.

- No. I don't make deals
with thieves.
- I'll let you pet my kitty.



Take her to holding
and call Metro.

Let's go.

Every card counter and cheat
on the West Coast
is at the Montecito.

I've 86'ed a dozen so far.
They all heard Ed quit.
They think we're ripe for the picking.

Let's get everybody on double shifts
and get extra eyes on the floor.

- Hey.
- Hey. I heard Monica
gave you Daddy's job.

Yeah.
Does Ed know?

- I haven't been able to get ahold of him.
- Steve Wynn flew him and Mom
to Macao to check out his new place.

- Really?
- Ed wouldn't actually
leave Las Vegas, would he?

I heard you actually
went after Ed's job.

- That's not true.
- Nice work.

- I never figured you'd have the nads.
- You took Daddy's job?

I didn't take his job.
He quit. Remember?

Monica's announcement
was news to me too.



But I guess that means
I have your old job.

Listen. We need to talk about
how things have been
running around here.

- I need a few things.
- What you need?
I'm short-staffed in a dozen areas.

Ladies, ladies, ladies.
Danny and I need to talk
man-to-man here.

Listen. I'm gonna need some
new people and equipment-

Oh! Now we're talking about
what you need?
Hey!

In the surveillance room.
These are things-

Stop! Stop!
Please. Get back to work.

Now.

Everyone likes Ed
better than you.
Yeah.

Keep an eye on that guy
on the roulette table.

He's playing a thousand one-dollar bills,
and he's just lettin' it ride.

He's won five times in a row
on Monica's new no-limits table.

Let it ride.
This guy catches a streak,
we're screwed.

Run a check on that guy
at the blackjack table.
There's something weird.

I'm on it.
All right. Thank you.

I need your signature,
Mr. McCoy.

It's Danny.
Danny.

Congratulations
on the promotion.
Thank you.

Maybe you'd like to
get together later and celebrate.

Thank you for the offer,
Cori, but I-

It's an open invitation.

All comic book conventioneers
please report to the main ballroom.

All comic book conventioneers
please report to the main ballroom.

So... you're my new boss.

Yep.
Mmm.

So, uh, if I do this,
you could fire me?
Yes.

So I won't do that again.
Would you stop that, please.

Yes, sir, Mr. President.

Stop that.

What was that?
Nothing.

Do I have to fire her?
No. She was just fooling around.

I don't need to remind you
that that is inappropriate behavior
for the president of operations.

Won't happen again. Okay?
Better not,

otherwise Delinda's
gonna be joining her father
on the unemployment line.

Hey.
Whose idea was this comic book
convention anyway?

Ed's.
Once again proving he's an idiot.

Comic book geeks.

Bad prom date memory.
Erasing it from my mind.
And it's gone.

Did you know that at a recent auction
Batman #1 sold for 310,000?
Dollars?

Yeah.
Who would spend $310,000
on a comic book?

These geeks.
These geeks.

And they also spend a lot of money
when they come to Vegas,

which is why the Montecito hosts
the convention every year.

Excuse me, but-
What?

- Can we have your autograph?
- Yeah.

Oh, yes. Absolutely.

Yeah.

There you go.

"Monica Mancuso"?

We thought you were Mothwoman.

Do I look like Mothwoman?

Do I look like Mothwoman?

Actually, there is quite a rese-

No. No.

Excuse me. Mothwoman.

Get out of my face.

Hi. Um, I need a room.

Comp, Ms. Connell?

No. Actually, it's for me.

I'll be staying
at the Montecito for a while.

I am the Green Phantom!

Are you sure you're okay?

I don't understand.
The wall should have
opened up for me.

Take my bags, please.
Yes, ma'am.

I'm gonna have you see
the in-house doctor.
I'm fine.

Maybe you should take the mask off
so you're a little more comfortable.
No!

No one can know
my secret identity.
Danny, I just got a call from Jake.

He and Mary had a fight.
Mary left.

I tried calling her
on her cell a couple times,
but she doesn't answer.

I'm a little bit worried.
Jake said Mary was really upset.

Allow me to introduce myself.

I am the Green Phantom.

- Actually, your costume's wrong.
- What?

Your mask should be
less Batman and more Zorro.

Your cape's too long.
Your boots are wrong.

Hike up your pants,
for God's sake.
You're supposed to be a superhero.

Listen. We need to find Mary.

She's here. She just checked in.
She's on her way to work.

- Did you talk to her?
- No. Haven't had a chance.

Hi. Hi. I need your help.

This is unbelievable.
So un-freakin'-believable.

J.W. McKeller's dead.

- What?
- Who's J.W. McKeller?

"Who's J.W. McKeller?"
The biggest casino host in the world.

We need to find his black book.
He's got addresses,
phone numbers-

information on
every whale on the planet.

- Everyone in town's gonna be
looking for that.
- Yeah. Yeah.

- Treasure hunt. Sounds fun. I'll help.
- Maybe I can be of help.
I am the Green Phantom.

Okay, freak show.
His funeral service is today.

- Yeah. I'm a little busy.
- What do you mean "a little busy"?

- Ed would have
taken care of this right away.
- Don't even start with that.

Your roulette player
keeps winning at the no-limits table.

- Another one of Monica's
bold marketing stunts.
- Who's he?

Don't ask.
I am-
Shut up!

I am the Green-
Could you excuse us
for a little bit, please?

Yeah. Go save the world. Okay.

J.W. McKeller's black book.

Could be huge for the Montecito.

- This guy's whales could change
the bottom line of a casino in a weekend.
- Uh,

the guy at the blackjack table
is definitely up to something.

He gets up every
17 and a half minutes exactly
and returns about a minute later.

Every 17 and a half minutes?
Like clockwork.

Where's he go?
Uh, he disappears
behind the slots.

Danny McCoy.

I need you in the Aston Martin
dealership right now.

All right.
I'm on my way. Okay.
I gotta run.

- No, no, no. Danny. Danny.
- Monica needs me. Bye.

- Mike.
- No.

- Michael.
- Whatever you want,
the answer is no.

Who says I want something?

Mike.
No.

- Please?
- No.

It's just me and you, girl.

Oy.

Mary.
Hey, you.

Hey. So, I heard
about you and Jake.
I'm sorry.

Yeah.
If you need anything,
you'll let me know?

Thanks. I'm okay.
Okay.

What's up?

Perks of the job.

You're giving me this car?

I don't want
my president of operations
driving around in a clunker.

That clunker's a classic.

Why don't you get in
and see how a real car feels.

Never had a new car before.

It's not just a new car, Danny.

It's a slice of heaven.

Oh, uh, the tailor will be
coming by later to measure you
for some new suits.

I'm having a dozen suits
made for you.

Wow.

Danny,

I don't want you to
look at me as just your boss.

How would you like me
to look at you?

Just another Danny McCoy fan.

Ah.

I've been thinking about
changing the name
of the Montecito.

To what?
The Monica.

Ah. Of course.

If Steve Wynn can use his name,
why can't I use mine?

I'm gonna let you in
on a little secret.

Okay.

I've leveraged the Montecito
to expand my holdings.

I'm going on the ultimate
Vegas shopping spree.

You buying
another property?
Buying half this town.

And I want you...

to be there at my side.

Okay. Okay.

You know what?
I better get back to work.
Thank you for the car.

It will be in
your parking space tonight.

And if you're lucky,
there'll be something else
waiting for you there too.

Okay.

Mmm.

Oh, great.
Every casino host in town is here.

That's so sweet. They all came
to pay their respects. What a nice
little club you belong to.

They're not here to pay their respects.
They're all after J.W.'s black book.
That's not very nice.

Casino hosts aren't
very nice people.
But you're a casino host.

Exactly.

Crap.
Oh, no. Same dress.

Don't worry. It's just a funeral.

You know her?
Myra Gonzalez.

She looks pretty pissed
about the dress.

She's my ex-best friend.
What do you mean ex-best friend?

We started hosting
downtown together.

I moved on.
She's been pissed ever since.

You stole a whale of hers, didn't you?
I did not steal a whale of hers.
You kidding me?

He liked me better.
Yeah.

Go mingle.

- Okay. It's good to see you. Bye.
- So, Sam tells me you and her
used to be best friends.

Actually, we were more like sisters.

Really?

Until she stabbed me in the back
and twisted the knife slowly,

then flayed me and poured salt
on the open wounds
as she cut my heart out.

What a pleasant image.

Not as pleasant as the payback
I've spent years planning
for that evil little bitch.

Well, it was really nice
talking to you.
You too.

Bye-bye.

Not only does he get up every
17 and half minutes but he keeps
looking across the casino.

Must be getting signals
from a partner.

Well, I've scanned
the entire casino.
I can't find who he's lookin' at.

But our bigger problem
is this guy at the roulette table.

He's won nine straight passes,
doubling his money every time
to the tune of $512,000.

He wins one more roll,
you do the math.

I've had them slow the table down,
but this guy's on a streak.

All right.
Let's shut the table down.

Cancel that order.

If this guy stays on this streak,
he's gonna kill us.

Streaks end,
and when this one does,
I'll get my money back.

I've personally seen
red hit 18 times in a row,

which, at your new
no-limits table and his current
doubling rate, that's like-

- $262,144,000.
- ...thousand dollars.

- Thank you for the math lesson.
- Shut the table down.
Or at least put the limits back on.

- He'll lose.
- What if he doesn't?

He'll lose.
What is this?

It's a list of the employees
I want fired.

The ones Ed's been
protecting from me.

Right now
might not be the ideal time
to be letting people go.

Look. I made a deal
with the devil. Devil's gone.

- Ed. I'm talking about Ed.
- Oh.

Hey. Wait a second.
Some of these people
are close to retirement.

They're gonna lose
their pensions, their benefits.

This is how we save money
in business, Danny.
Yeah, but-

I also want you to take everyone
off of double shifts.
That's a cost I don't want to incur.

He just won again.
He's up over a million.

Okay. Can we please
just shut down the table,
just cut your losses?

God, you sound just like Ed.
Put him in a suite.

Let him stay a few days.
He's probably gonna end up
giving the money back anyway.

We're gonna reward him
for winning?
Yes. That's what we do in Vegas.

Well, Vegas is about to change.
Keep that table open.

The second he loses,
kick him out.

If this guy wins a few more rolls,
he's gonna own the Montecito.

Yeah, well, maybe a new owner
wouldn't be such a bad idea.

Just won again.
That puts him up
over two million dollars.

You gotta do something.

Will you marry me?

- Yeah.
- He's won 12 straight times, Danny.

That's $4,096,000.

He hits again, that puts him up
over eight million.

You're only asking me
to marry you because I left, Jake.

That's not true. I love you,

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

Well, I'd settle for
an evening together.

Or a weekend once in a while.

Mary, I love you.

And I love you,
but I think that-

I have to take this.
Yeah.

Of course you do.
Yeah.

The jury's back? Already.

Okay. Um, be right there.

Sorry.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

Okay.

Whoo-hoo!

Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!

Danny McCoy,
president of operations
here at the Montecito.

Don't touch me.
Don't touch me.

The Montecito would like
to offer you a suite.
I don't need a suite.

I'm on a roll, man.
And one hell of a roll it is.

But as you realize,
all streaks come to an end.
Not this one.

The sun, moon and stars
are all perfectly aligned.

So is my karma and numerology.

The thousand one-dollar bills
are in sequential order,

adding up to
the magic number.

There is no way I can lose.

Uh, shut the table down.
Sorry, but the table's closed.

Oh, you can't do that.
This-This perfect alignment
will never come again.

The table will reopen
as soon as we reset the limits.

Your suite will be available to you
so you can relax while you wait.
All right?

Okay.
Okay. Escort the gentleman
to V.I.P. Check him into his room.

Your money will be secure.
Don't worry.
Right this way, please.

All right, uh-

Let's, uh, close the table down
for 30 minutes,

- then reopen it with
a thousand-dollar limit.
- Done.

I smell whales.
I smell embalming fluid.

Some of McKeller's clients are here.

What are you doing?
We're gonna go whale hunting.
You're the bait.

1:00. We're movin' in.
Looks like Myra's beat you to him.

- Yeah. Evil little bitch.
- That's exactly what she called you.

Damn it. Where is Mary
when I need her?
Pull out a breast.

What?
We need a diversion.
Pull your boob out.

I'm not pulling my boob out.
Just make it look like
it fell out of your dress.

You fall out of your dress.
I thought you wanted to help.

Well-Well-Well, I do.

So let a breast breathe.

No.
Just right here. Just o-

Don't you dare touch my boobs.

He's not cheating
as far as I can tell.

- Then he's counting.
- I don't know how. 'Cause he doesn't even
look like he's paying attention.

What's he looking at?

Okay.

Seventeen and a half minutes exactly.

No more bets.

Yeah!

Welcome to the Montecito.
Welcome to the Montecito.

- Enjoy your stay.
- Enjoy your stay.

Sir, I'm Danny McCoy with the-

Sir. Sir. Uh-

Okay.

Okay.

Hard six. Oh!
Oh!

No way!

Our blackjack player
is an autistic savant.

How can you be certain
it's an autism spectrum disorder?
He could be scamming us.

I saw Rain Man.

So did I, Danny, but that doesn't
qualify me to give a medical opinion
about a complex neurobiological disorder.

In order for our player
to be a "rain man," if you will,

he would not only have to be
a highly functioning autistic...

but possess special skills
and a photographic memory.

- He is counting cards.
- Danny, there are fewer than
50 prodigious savants...

in this entire world
that can pull this off.

Well, he's one of 'em.

You know so much about him,
why does he leave the table
every 17 and a half minutes?

- He likes Monica's new jingle.
- Nobody likes Monica's new jingle.

He does. Did you VideoIQ him?

Don't you think
that's the first thing I tried?

- Did you run him through
Missing Persons?
- No.

Well, why not?
Uh, I would have.

Hmm.
Well, I guess that's why I'm the new president
of operations and you're not, huh?

You're bragging about
snaking Ed's job. Oh.

"Snaking" Ed's jo-
I didn't snake Ed's job.
Oh. Whoa. That's-

Here. Take that. Thank you.

You're welcome.

Sam Marquez.
Whatever she offered you,
I'll match.

I'm not sure you can match
what she had to offer.
I'll bet.

- See that girl?
- Yeah.

She will, uh,

date you...
if you come to the Montecito.

When do I check in?

Your limo's waiting outside.
Mm-hmm.

Looks like, uh, his name's Nat Davis.
He disappeared from
a North Las Vegas...

group home under
mysterious circumstances.

And there's no way that
he did this on his own. So, uh,
let's find out who put him up to it.

Just eighty-six him.

- Monica, somebody's
using this poor guy.
- Ask me if I care.

Seriously. Ask me if I care.

Do you care?
No! Eighty-six him!

He is listed as a missing person,

which means somebody brought him here
and is forcing him to play.
Danny, what's going on?

I thought we were
on the same page.
Kick him out.

If he tries to come back,
arrest him for trespassing.

Now, Danny.

Contact Missing Persons
and, uh, have him escorted
out of the building.

J.W. was more than a mentor to me.

Everything I know about casino hosting
I learned because of him.

She doesn't even know him.
He took me under his wing.

- She's trying to pretend like
she's his successor.
- He taught me about personal touch.

Sam, why is that man
undressing me with his eyes?

Five bucks says she bought that dress
before the funeral. She's gonna take it back
right after the funeral, price tag still on it.

J.W. was like a father to me.

And I was like family to him.

And it's in times like this
that we need to
come together as a family.

So, if any of you need to talk,

or need anything-
dinner reservations,
show tickets, club access-

Oh, this is war.

Stop. Sit down.

And now, performing one of
J.W.'s favorite songs,

his dear friend, Lola.

And you can catch his act
twice a week at Circus Circus.

Bitch.
Skank.

Shh!

Shh. Stop.

Stop laughing.

Bring up the limo!

Hey. Nat's back.

- What's he doin'?
- Singing along with the jingle.

Now he's headed back
to the table.
What do you want me to do?

Nothin'.

- You're not gonna have him arrested?
- No. I'm gonna find out who's putting him
up to this and have them arrested.

- Monica's not gonna be happy.
- No, I don't imagine she will be.

You know, that's exactly
what Ed would have done.

Yeah. I know.

And you know when Monica finds out,
she's gonna get rid of you
just like she got rid of him.

The Montecito jingle
is his repetitive behavior.

- What?
- Autistics have repetitive
behavior patterns.

They can be extreme
and highly apparent,
or more subtle.

Somebody realized
that he liked to sing along
to this new jingle.

Monica's been playing it
on TV day and night. And...

it plays every 17 and a half minutes
on the casino monitors.

So whoever put him up to this
saw that he likes to sing this song
and concocted this plan.

My guess is that's how
they're keeping him in the casino.

Like an endless loop.
Exactly.

Run a check on all the employees
at that group home that he's living in.

You mean hack into their files.

Yeah.

- I'm in.
- Okay. Uh, anybody got
a criminal record?

Running a cross-check now.

They're all clean.
Anybody been fired recently?

No.
Anybody sick?
Anybody on vacation?

Two guys on vacation
and one called in sick.

All right. Run 'em through VideoIQ.
See if any of them are in the casino
or anywhere on the grounds.

Then phone down to registration,
see if any of them checked in.
I'll be on the floor.

There it is!

- There what is?
- His black book. He's being
buried with it. That's genius.

- Go get it.
- I'm not sticking my hand in there.

Just put your hand
right in there.
No.

Okay. I'll do it.

I saw it first.
Back off, bitch. It's mine!

They're just really upset
about J.W. That's all.

Let go of my hair, bitch.
You let go of my hair.

Candy Lane, followed by
Blue Moon, Luck of the Irish.

Along the rail it's-

Hey.
Hello.

So how'd everything go with Jake?
You guys work everything out?

Uh, not really.

Congratulations
on your promotion.

Thank you.
You deserve it.

To be honest,
I feel like kind of a fraud.

I mean, Ed helped me out with
that whole Star of Kashmir thing,

but Monica thinks
I did the whole thing myself.
Have you talked to Ed?

No. I tried calling him,
but Delinda said that
he and Jillian are in Macao.

I guess he's thinking about running
Steve Wynn's new place.

I can't believe that he would
actually leave the Montecito,
let alone Las Vegas.

I know.
I've been looking all over for you.

- Hi.
- Hey, Jake.

Danny.

Could you excuse us?

Yeah. Of course.

Uh, I'm in the middle
of something anyway. So-

Bye-bye.
Bye.

Marry me.

I'm sorry, Jake.

I can't.

And it's Chucky's Jewel by a nose!

Got him.

Yeah.
The employee who called in sick
is on the casino floor.

You got a name?
Travis Owens.

Where is he?
Slot 15, chair 6,
purple shirt, black pants.

All right.
Cross-check him
with that footage of Nat.

Nat walks by Travis on his way
to hear the jingle every time.

And he hands off
his winnings as he passes.

Oh! Try again.

You know, casinos really don't
like card counters.

I'm playing a slot machine,
not cards.

So, what do you suppose
your boss is gonna say...

when he finds out that you, uh,
called in sick to play the slots, Travis?

How do you know my name?

Or the police when they find out
that you lured Nat to the Montecito
to count cards for you.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

See, you're lying.

If there's anything
that I hate more than liars,

it's people who take advantage
of the less fortunate.

That really pisses me off.

Only Nat is counting cards,
not me.

So there's really nothin'
you can do to me.

Really?

Even though you're the one
that collected his winnings
every time he got up from the table?

All you can do is throw me out.
Card counting's not illegal.

No, but kidnapping
and false imprisonment are.

Kidnapping
and false imprisonment?
That's right.

He wanted to hear
the Montecito jingle,
so I brought him here.

And forced him
to play blackjack for you,

which, with his limited
mental capacity,
is false imprisonment.

So, out of curiosity,
what's Nat's cut anyway?

You're going to jail, Travis.

And I'm gonna personally make sure
you go for a very long time.

Hey!

I am the Green Phantom!

Is he all right?

Oh, my- Hey.
Hey, bitches.

Hey. Hey, bitches.
What? What?

I am so sure.

Oh- I haven't finished
my good-byes.
Me either.

Don't make me hit you.

I got it.

Sorry. I was...

overwhelmed by grief.
Me too.

I just hate to see him go.

I should be working that Strip, not you.
You stole that whale from me.

Believe me. One whale wouldn't have
made a difference with you.
You think you're better than me?

I know I'm better than you.
Always have been. Always will be.
You know, Sam?

You may work at the Montecito,
but I have news for you.

You're still the same
"hair color out of a bottle,"
taco-eatin' bitch you always were.

Your ass has gotten huge.

- Oh, this is not over, Marquez.
- Not by a long shot, Gonzalez.

I'm gonna get that black book
if I have to dig up his body to do it.

I cannot believe
she gave you an Aston Martin.

Yeah. Well, that's not all
she wanted to give me.

- No.
- Yeah.

- Nice.
- Yeah. No. She's our boss.
What are you-

Dude, she's got a nice little ass.
It's not a big ol' butt, but still, it's-

- Hey. Uh, speaking of which.
- You shut down the roulette table?

Yeah. I- I made an executive decision.

That cost me over four million dollars!

If he hit red one more time
it would've cost you eight.
I like to think I saved you money.

Let me guess.
This is something
Ed would have done.

Actually, that's what anybody
in this town would have done.

- I am not anybody!
- No, you're certainly not.

Come here.

Look, Danny. If you want
this relationship to work,

you have got to
stop acting like Ed.

I'm the boss.
You're my boy.

I'm gonna forgive you
for the four million. Done.

Now, have you fired
all the employees I told you to?

No, I haven't had the chance yet.

I want that done before
the end of the day.
Plus I've added a few names.

Delinda and Mary.

You want me to fire
Delinda and Mary?

Why?

I don't need a reason why, Danny.

But if you want one,
Delinda is a Deline.

I am trying to rid myself
of all things Ed.

Then why Mary?
I don't like her.

Now, why don't you go into
your new, beautiful office.

The tailor is waiting for you.
Have your fitting.
You can model it for me later.

I'm off to a charity ball.

Apparently people in Vegas
like to pretend like they actually
care about each other.

Uh, Tony, do you mind
if we do this some other time?

Thank you. Here.

Thanks.

There's a Danny McCoy
on the line for you.

He says he's calling
from Las Vegas.

- Hello, Danny.
- You still interested
in the Montecito?

What do you have in mind?

The place is ripe for a takeover.
Monica leveraged it to the brink.

That's interesting
information, Danny.

What about Sam?

I'll deal with her.

You know that you can
get into a lot of trouble...

if anybody finds out that
you passed along this information.

Yeah, I know.

I'll think about it, Danny.

- Told you he'd call.
- You realize this is gonna get nasty.

I like nasty.

All right.

Yes, Mr. Manning.

Get the jet ready.
We're going to Vegas.

Right away, sir.

On his deathbed, Mr. Taylor,
J.W. told me to
take care of you, and...

I promised him I would.

I am the Green Phantom!

Yes.

The Montecito
will provide you with everything
exactly the way you like it.

Uh, blonde dealer,
three-bedroom suite
with a Strip view,

babysitter for the kids,
full spa treatment for your wife,
of course,

and, um, a shopping spree.

Great. I'll send the jet.

Dude, no matter
how many times you try,
the wall is not gonna open up.

But I am the Green Phantom.
No, you're a grown man
in green tights.

Now figure it out.

Hey. Delinda told me J.W.
was buried with his black book.
How'd you get it?

Hello. Hi, Mr. Roth.

Sam Marquez.
The reason I'm calling is
J.W. McKeller, on his deathbed,

asked me personally
to take care of you...

and- and your beautiful wife, Carrie,

and your little dogs,
Sammi and Marley.

How is little Marley doing?
How did you get the book?

Sam, how'd you get the book? S-

Oh, no. You didn't.

Hi.

Are you okay?
I'm fine.

You sure?
I'm sure.

Because you can stay
at my place if you want to.

You don't have to-
Danny,

you don't always have to
come running to my rescue.

I'm not running to your rescue.
I'm just-
I said I'm fine.

Okay.
And I'm fine.

Okay.
Danny.

Yeah.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Yeah.
Meet me on the roof.

The roof?
Now.

Okay.

You've had two marriage proposals,
and I can't even get a date.

I am so tired of being a doormat.

You're not a doormat.
Yes, I am.

Maybe it's because
you're always looking for love.
And you're not?

Yeah. But I guess I look
for fun first,

then let love happen.

If it happens.

My whole life I've wanted
to be married,

and now I've turned down
two different guys.

Two different really hot guys.

At least you knew it wasn't right
before you got married...

instead of after.

Well, that's it.

That is it. No more poor Mary.

From now on,

I am gonna be
just like you and Sam.

You mean super slutty?

Okay. Maybe I'll pick two other
friends to emulate.

Good idea.
Yeah.

Cheers.

You didn't think I'd find out?

What are you talking about?

Your little phone call
to Casey Manning.

That's what I'm talking about.

You know, Ed Deline is not
the only all-knowing,
all-seeing person in Vegas.

You bugged Ed's office?

Of course I bugged it!

I never trusted him.
But you, Danny.

I thought we had
something special going on here.

Do you have any idea
what you have done?

- I'm trying to save the Montecito.
- I'm trying to build an empire!

At the expense of a lot of people.
A lot of very good people.
Including Ed.

Would you stop
with Ed Deline. Stop!

Don't tell me that
when you were in Iraq,

you didn't have to sacrifice
a few grunts for the overall
good of the mission.

That's what
I'm trying to do here.

The beauty of Vegas...

is no one cares who you are.

All you have to have is a dream...

and the next big idea,
which I have.

That's why I want you to come
with me, stand by my side.

Because someday,
this all will be mi-

Oh, my God.

Ow.