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What the hell's going on over there?

Hey, Danny. What's going on over here?

This is the wildest game of
Texas Hold'Em I've ever seen.

Aces and kings just keep flopping suit in.

I thought it was going to be a slow
weekend so I gave my staff some time off.

Next thing you know,
in swims a pod of new whales.

Whales, where? Where are they?

This is Psycho until I
figure out his real name.

He's been laying down $10,000
bets for the last three hours.

What kind of mark are you
taking? No marker. All cash.

I ran a facial. We got nothing on him.

Shamu, over here...

he just had $10 million
wire-transferred to the hotel.

Now, he's an even bigger mystery...

since no one can figure out
what the hell he's saying.

His passport says that he's
Latvian. Anyone? Latvian?

Latvian. Latvian. Excuse me.

No one could figure out
how to pronounce his name.

So we have two linguists
at UNLV working on it.

I checked them both out. Neither
one of them's played Vegas, ever.

Now, this is Mr. James Riley over here.
I don't even know if that's his real name.

He's up a half mil, if you care.

I don't care. Just keep the
game going. We get our cut.

But I want you to keep
everybody playing, okay?

Yeah, I got it.

Danny, I need you
to check all the big casinos.

Europe, South Africa, Asia. And
find out where these guys play.

I mean, whales don't show up
out of nowhere, right?

Okay. I'm on it, boss. Alright. Okay.

Place your bet.

Hello, Ed.

♪♪

What are you doing here?
Just need a room.

You in trouble? No.

Are you in trouble? Ed.

I'm in Vegas for some fun
and I need a room. That's all.

Okay. Now, why in particular did
you pick Vegas to have this fun in?

Free comps and the buffet. Why else?

That works.

I see you're going to need
a closet with that room.

Yeah.

Hi, it's Ed Deline. I need
an executive suite, please.

Put it in my name. Thanks. Yeah.

Sixth floor. Yeah, that's good
enough. What's the room?

Okay. Thank you.

- Put that in 6032, please.
- Yes, sir.

You look good.

Hey. Does Vegas
give refund for weddings?

No, I knew that was the answer.

I'm a loser.

I can't believe you went
out with my ex-boyfriend.

You dumped him two years ago.

I just think because we
lived under the same roof...

it'd be a good idea not to
date the other's leftovers.

Two words: Todd Donovan.
Tenth grade Todd Donovan?

The kid you wouldn't let get
to second base.

Don't even go there, Miss Doubleheader.

I can't believe you're still
upset over Todd Donovan.

Upset about what?

She's upset that I went out
with an old boyfriend of hers.

She's obviously jealous. Obviously.

Jealous? Are you kidding me?
I am not jealous.

What do I care
if she wants my leftovers?

"Methinks the lady
doth protest too much."

Methinks that's well put.

Why in the world would I be jealous?

Because your old boyfriend
likes me better than you.

Really? What? It's not possible?

Of course it's possible,
just highly unlikely.

Hey. Why the urgent call?

I need help with a new whale.

Wait. You need help?

Just a little baby-sitting.

Busy. Count me out.

You might want
to take a look at him first.

James Riley. Hot. Rich. Single.

Okay, I'm in. Yeah, okay.

So, "highly unlikely," huh?

$100 says, "completely impossible."

Bring it, bitch. I'll bring it.

Listen, you guys, I need you to baby-sit
the whale, okay? Not harpoon him.

You know what? Never mind.
You guys. Delinda. Never mind.

It's gonna be a long weekend.

Hi, Delinda Deline. Nessa Holt.

If there's anything I can do to
make your stay more pleasant...

Food. Drinks. Perhaps a foot massage?

Or maybe you'd prefer a private table?

Wow. That all sounds really great.

Great.

I gotta go. Take care
of these for me, would you?

Sure.

Nice going. You scared him away.

Me? "Food. Drink. Foot massage."

"If there's anything I can do to
make your stay more pleasant."

Bugger off. That doesn't
even sound like me.

It sort of does.

That story doesn't sound
like the Lisa I know.

So, what else?
What else have you been up to?

Same old, same old. Really.

Really? So, really,
what are you doing here?

Come on. Can't a girl
visit an old mentor?

Mentor, my ass.

♪♪

So the fact that someone was trying
to kill you just, what, slipped your mind?

I have a lot on my plate.

I see. I have more than
10,000 people here at the hotel.

I have twice that many
playing in my casino.

All of whom, I assume,
take for granted...

the fact that they would not be
shot while they were staying here.

Ed, I already apologized.

If you want me to leave, just say so.

I'm saying so.

Maintenance is replacing the window...

and I pulled this from
the wall. It's a.308. Sniper.

Hey, anything on those three new
whales that happened to show up together?

James Riley checks out.

We've still got nothing
on Shamu or Psycho.

I ran surveillance footage
from the last time...

we saw any of them at the tables
until the time the shot was taken.

This guy exited the casino.

Now this guy never left the tables.

And James Riley spent a half an hour
in the bathroom opposite the food court.

Whoever did this sure
as heck didn't do it alone.

Danny? Yeah.

This is what I need.

I need her off the Montecito property.

Take her to some safe location.

Keep an eye on her
until I sort this thing out.

Good, I always had a thing for jarheads.

You know, I don't find this amusing, Lisa.

Sorry.

Don't you think we should
get the police involved?

No.

They're gonna want to know
who the intended victim is...

and they're gonna ask
questions that I just can't answer.

Yes, sir.

Maybe you'd like a suite?

Or maybe you'd like to see a show?

Listen, if you ever decide...

that you don't want to be left
alone, give me a call, okay?

I just want to make your stay
more enjoyable.

Enjoyable.

I need a new room.
One closer to the exit.

Consider it done. Anything else?

A romantic dinner for two?

I like the way you think. The
Montecito's Rooftop Gardens?

I like the way you think, too.

I'll go make that happen.
I'll be right back.

Bet is to you, Mr. Riley.

Hi. Hi.

So, tell me, James, do you
have any dinner plans tonight?

Well, actually...

Because I really recommend
our room service.

And, I'd be happy
to bring a meal up to you.

Or perhaps we could dine together...

in your room.

Wow.

I'll take that as a yes.

Don't bother dressing up.

Yes.

We're all set for dinner.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to cancel.

I'm not sure if you can
understand what I'm saying.

I wanted to thank you so much
for staying with us.

And if there's anything I can do to
make your stay more enjoyable...

please don't hesitate to ask.

Not that I'll understand
what you're saying...

but it's the thought that counts, right?

Twelve years I invested in Chrissy.

We loved each other
and then she leaves me.

Where you going? Loser.

She leaves me for the Blue Man Group.

Ed. Hi. Look, we got a problem
with one of our guests.

Yeah, well, that's the
understatement of the year.

I didn't stand a chance
against those blue bastards!

Who is he? Martin Levson.

Came to town with his fiancée
to get married.

She apparently took one look
at the Blue Man Group...

and decided to leave her
husband-to-be to become a Blue groupie.

Wait a minute, you're saying
there's Blue Man Group groupies?

Oh, yes.

You really don't wanna know
what they do.

I lost all my money playing keno...

because I thought it was easy,
like bingo, but it's not. It's hard.

Like all-my-money hard.

Get rid of him.

Ed, he booked a room for two nights.

Just give him his money back.

Upgrade him to a suite. Do anything.

He can't sit here talking about
losing his wife and money in my hotel.

It is not good. Yes, sir.

Martin?

Hi, how you doing?

Good. Never better.

It's not everyday that the love of
your life leaves you at the altar...

for a bunch of guys
in blue makeup. I'm good.

What if we found Chrissy...

is that her name, and we talked to her?

She's been with the Blue Men.
She's tainted.

Right.

What if we upgraded you to a suite?

What if it was a really big
suite. A really big suite?

A big suite.

A little young to have worked
with Ed, aren't you?

How old were you
when you joined the Marines?

Seventeen, right out of high school.

Israeli Army at 18. Mossad at 21.

So, what exactly did you do for Ed?

This is where all the VIPs
are located? Oh, yeah.

This is as exclusive as it gets.

In fact, you need this passkey for
the elevator just to get on the floor.

Wow. Top floor for the top dog.

If Chrissy could see me now, she'd die.

Are you sure you don't want to
try and find her?

I'm sure. She had her chance.

Okay.

Wow.

The most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

The suite?

Yeah. The suite.

It's nice.

So, I ran the trigonometry
of the shot that was fired.

Wait, you put this all together just now?

Yeah. Sorry about the wire frame...

but I didn't have time to
render the exterior surfaces...

or calculate the reflective
properties of the glass.

I see. Well, maybe next time.
Yeah, definitely.

But I did calculate the
trajectory of the bullet...

by factoring in angle, force
of impact, estimated velocity...

and, of course, gravity. Of course.

So where exactly is our shooter?

The bullet would've had to have
been fired from this warehouse.

Good evening.

This was a great idea.

And I'm so glad you told me about
Delinda. She doesn't look like a guy.

Vegas transgenders fool everyone.

Thirsty? Oh, yeah.

Maybe you'd like to
propose a toast? Sure.

To the most beautiful woman
in the world.

Oh, I'm sorry, James. Hold that thought.

Hello.

We have a problem on the
casino floor. I'll be right back.

Thank you.

So, what are we drinking to?

Listen, Daryl, Nessa told me all
about your transgender secret.

Daryl? Daryl.

Nessa's a pathological liar. She'll
say anything to get what she wants.

She's also been hospitalized
numerous times.

Cheers. Cheers.

This place has been abandoned
for years.

All you'd have to do is go up six floors...

then over the right amount
of windows to the room.

Infrared scopes will do the rest.

So, whoever shot at Lisa...

must've got a call from someone
who'd seen us enter that room.

Or overheard us on the casino floor.

You were giving out the
room number to the bellboy.

Right.

Let's tell Mike to run all the footage
of her and I on the casino floor.

Let's go. Here.

We're packing. Right.

I'm sure the guy's still not in
there. But keep your eyes open.

Go.

This is crazy. You know that.

Hold it.

Go.

When are you going to tell me
what the hell's going on?

About two weeks ago
my cover was blown.

How? Don't know.

Were you set up? Don't know that either.

Come on, you son of a bitch.

I didn't know where to turn, Ed...

or who to trust.

Where were you working out of?

Madrid.

I'll make a few phone calls.

Ed, bomb! Get out!

Danny.

I'm so sorry, Ed.

Listen, you tell me everything
that went on in that operation.

You tell me now. Start now!

You guys okay? Yeah. You?

Yeah. There was a camera
attached to the bomb.

They were watching us.

Bet you that's not working anymore. No.

They made us. Ed, they
know we're helping her.

Let's get the hell out of here.

I'm sorry?

Come on.

Hey. How's the new suite?

Wonderful, really.
No, not so good actually.

I don't think I'm for the VIP floor crowd.

Everyone up there seems kind of stuffy.

Everyone? You talked to everyone?

I talked to everyone.
I went from door to door.

I was trying to organize a
little late-night get-together...

sort of like a tequila-fest.

But they were all kind of mad
that I rang their buzzers.

Plus, they weren't interested.
Really? In Vegas?

Shocked. Me, too.

And all those bottles in the
room, those are free of charge.

I couldn't believe it. I had to
call the front desk to confirm it.

And that made me feel
like more of a loser.

So staying in a $1,000-a-night
suite makes you a loser?

It all makes me feel like a loser.

I'm staying in a room I can't afford.

The woman of my dreams dumped
me the day before our wedding...

for guys that wear blue makeup.

I lost every penny I had to keno,
which is a stupid game, by the way.

And the only reason this beautiful,
wonderful girl is even talking to me...

is 'cause you feel sorry for me.

I do not feel sorry...
You feel sorry for me.

No, you do. You totally do.

You know what? I just want
to be back in my old room...

where I can just pull the drapes close...

and just lay there in the dark
till it's time to go home.

Of course, if I said that back at home...

man, all my friends would get
me drunk, throw me in a truck...

and we'd cruise the streets
for hours, listening to music.

Looking for trouble? Mischief, more so.

If it's mischief you seek,
then it is mischief we shall find.

We don't have pick-up trucks,
but we do have limos.

Do they have music and beer? Full bars.

Stereo's so loud, your teeth
will rattle and your ears will bleed.

Awesome.

Okay. How about the
ever-popular, "How are you doing?"

"Kä jums kläjas?"
Maybe it's "Kä jums kläjas"?

Oh. Hi. Kä jums kläjas?

I wanted to apologize
about dinner. It's okay.

The count was wrong in my pit and I
had to manually go through the numbers.

I hope dinner wasn't a complete
loss. No. Delinda joined me.

Delinda joined you on the roof?
She showed up after you left.

Wow. So, the whole transgender
thing doesn't bother you?

That's cool. I mean
your secret is safe in Vegas.

Lots of people swing both ways.

I know about the hospitalizations, Nessa.

And I know that you're a pathological
liar. Delinda told me about all that.

Really?

Did she also tell you that I'm a sexaholic?

Really? I can't live without it all the time.

So, did you happen to
have plans for this evening?

Delinda planned drinks in the
north rim of the Grand Canyon.

She said the stars were beautiful.

It's a little cold at the
north rim this time of year.

I can think of something much
warmer, with just as good a view.

Nessa.

What are you doing?

Getting the hell out of here.

No. Just let Ed figure this out.

Nice to meet you.
Sorry about everything.

Lisa. Danny, I almost got you killed.

I'm fine.

Okay? Listen, I have orders.
You're not going anywhere.

You think you can stop me?
If I have to, yes.

What? You just remind me a lot of Ed.

I'll take that as a compliment.
It was meant as one.

Put the bag back.

You should really get
yourself cleaned up. I'm fine.

Afraid I'll leave if you take a shower?

No, I know you'll leave if I take a shower.

What are you...

I guess we'll just have
to shower together.

What's up, boss?

Well, Mike, I need you to run
a security check on everyone...

that's within earshot of me right there.

There's dozens of people.

So I need the names, histories,
criminal records, everything.

That could take hours.

Yeah, it could.

You want me to run the girl, too?

No. You sure?

Yeah.

Ed, you know you can trust me
with whatever is going on.

I know I can trust you, Mike.

I wouldn't ask you to do this
if I couldn't trust you.

Then why the secrecy?

It's just one of those things.

Okay? Okay.

Mike? Yeah?

Thank you.

You got it.

It's too bad about Nessa.

I mean, after all the trouble
she went through setting this up.

And this view is unbelievable. I know.

Can you believe an entire shipment of
blackjack tables ended up in Laughlin?

And they won't release them
without her signature.

Apparently the delivery driver
was given very specific instructions.

So good.

It's great.

Excuse me, Ms. Deline.
You have a message.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Time to go.

Is everything okay? Oh, fine.

Nessa just left Laughlin by
helicopter and it's headed here.

Can't have that, now, can we?

Hey, Ed.

So, I ran Video IQ of everyone
within earshot of you and Lisa...

when she arrived at the casino.

Now we have three confirmed
matches leaving the casino...

and one unconfirmed
who made a phone call.

Show me the confirmed.

Let's see the unconfirmed.

Stop right there. Back it up.

Push in on that right arm there.

Let's see if there's more discoloration
under that right sleeve right there.

It looks like a tattoo.
I'll run it through infrared.

Now, can you enhance that?
Re-focus. I'm working on it.

It's a tattoo of a skull. US Military.

Nuts. You know him?

Just that he could be
one of the good guys.

I love this car.

I want this car. You can
drink and drive in this car.

Does everybody in the hotel
get to use this car?

No. It's for official use only.

But I bet your boss,
I bet he has a car like this.

Actually, no. He drives an Aston
Martin, or sometimes a Hummer.

A Hummer? Really?

Like camouflaged with machine
guns on the roof? That's awesome.

No, just plain orange. No
guns. That's cool. Orange.

Yeah, I thought the yellow Camaro
at the valet was your boss's car.

That's Danny's.

You know, I have a red
pick-up truck at home.

It used to be red but I
rolled it. It's entirely my fault.

I was trying to drive home
with my eyes closed.

You know, and you're like, "Use the
Force." You're already in the cul-de-sac.

And I flipped it. I'm on the roof.
And it's primer-gray now. Mostly.

Do you want to see a picture of Betsy?

Betsy? My truck, Betsy?

I would love to see a
picture of Betsy. Good.

But, you know, maybe later. Later?

Yeah. 'Cause I have to get back
to the hotel. I got to go to work.

I'm gonna take you up on that. Okay.

Okay. All right. Hey, you know what?

Thanks for everything you're
doing for me. You're just nice.

This is great. You're very welcome.

I'm glad you feel better. Hey,
we're gonna head back to the hotel.

Okay, Ms. Connell.

Martin? It ain't gonna happen.

How's it going with Shamu? I don't know.

But every time I speak Latvian
to him, he tries to grab me.

I didn't know you spoke Latvian.

I don't and with my pronunciation,
there's a good chance...

I'll be proposing to him
in the next 24 hours.

What about Psycho? Charles
Manson with an attitude.

I'd like to kick his ass out of the
casino but he just played $500,000.

Hey, what's the chip count
on James, please?

What chip count?

What do you mean, what chip count?

You two were supposed to keep
him playing, remember? Ness?

I wouldn't know.
Someone sent me to Laughlin.

You told him I was a man.

After you promised him room service.

Okay. I'm sorry. How are we supposed
to keep this man playing in our casino...

which is the goal, if you're
having room service with him?

Exactly. I think you should
relieve her of her supervisory duties.

I have been playing fair. She hasn't.

Talk to the hand, sister. I'll talk to it.

Okay. I'd like to relieve both of you...

of your any kind of duties.

Hello. Is there anything that I can
do to make you stay more enjoyable?

You know, I really treasure
our time together.

What do you mean he might
be one of the good guys?

He could have been one of ours.

But if he was, I'm sure he's working
for the private sector right now.

I bet that poor thing
hasn't slept in two weeks.

Tell me what's so special about her
that someone would want her dead?

She has abilities and attributes
that allow her into places...

that you and I couldn't get into.

Because she's a woman. No,
because she's a beautiful woman.

You owe her, don't you?

So, what's the plan?

The plan is to get her
the hell out of Vegas tonight.

Mary.

Hi. Can we talk?

Wow! Why are you dressed like that?

Mary, do you believe in fate?

Yeah, I guess so. Yeah, so do I.

And I've been thinking that if
Chrissy left me after 12 years...

because of Las Vegas,
then it only makes sense...

that Las Vegas would send me
someone else.

Oh, Martin, if this is going
where I think it's going...

I was just doing my job.

No. You think you were just
doing your job, but it wasn't.

There was a higher purpose
involved. Don't you get it?

I've been really thinking.

Maybe I was never supposed
to marry Chrissy at all?

Well, seeing how she left you for
a bunch of dudes in blue makeup...

I'd say that's a pretty
fair assumption. Right.

Marry me, Mary. Marry me.

Make me the happiest man
in Spearfish, South Dakota.

Your boss, what's his name? Ed.

Ed. He could give you away.
Let's go find Ed.

Martin, it's not going to
happen. Why not? Is Ed not here?

'Cause we can call him at home
on my cell phone.

Martin. No. Mary, come on.

The fun we had driving around
in the limo.

We must've seen every street
in Las Vegas...

laughing and drinking and
drinking. A lot of drinking.

Look, honestly, I had a
really nice time in the limo.

I did.

But I was just doing it
to make you feel better.

You know, that's all.

I'm sorry, Martin, you know...

you're a great guy, but... Is this
where you're going to tell me...

I'm going to make a lucky
woman really happy one day?

Kind of, yeah.

I hate that.

I got you these flowers. There's only 11.

Beautiful.

Where's the bathroom?

That way. Okay.

All right, this is getting ridiculous.

You're the one who went out
with my ex-boyfriend.

Truce? Yeah. Truce.

I'm sorry. Me, too.

Let's promise never to do that again.

Promise. So do I.

All clear.

I'll meet you at Mead in an hour. Okay.

Uploading the video footage
from the garage.

Run it fast forward.

Wait. Back that up.

- Check that car, the old one.
- All right.

What have we got?
We've got a limping man.

What about his face?

He's keeping his head turned
away from the camera the whole time.

This guy is pretty good. Not
only does he find the safe house...

but somehow he knows where you put
the surveillance cameras in the garage.

Push in on that. His shoes.

Son of a bitch. Look at that.

He's got a little lift on
his heels, about an inch.

He knows we have Video IQ.

And this forced limp circumvents
our computer's ability to match gaits.

Right? That's smart.

Not smarter that me because
I can remove that limp.

You can actually do that?
Yeah, I can do that.

That's nice.

Okay run this against the
casino patrons we checked earlier.

We got a match.

He was everywhere.

It was Nessa's first Brazilian bikini wax...

and the woman who did it took
off everything. I mean everything.

Delinda wet the bed when she was 16.

You stuck my hand in warm water.

We had to throw out the mattress.
She tortures small animals.

Hi, Mr. Riley.

I'm sorry, I just need to speak
to these two ladies for a second.

Okay, I'll be right with you.

Are you crazy? What are you doing?

She started it. She started it.

Jinx. Jinx.

What do you mean, he
checked out? When? I don't know.

Nice to finally meet you.

Yeah. Hi. Hi.

Are you from the charter company?

'Cause my flight doesn't leave till later.

I'm from the Montecito.

This is about those towels I
might have accidentally packed...

Why don't you cut the crap, man. What?

I stole a couple bathrobes. They
were terry cloth and I can't afford...

How about shutting up. Turn
around, put your hands on your head.

Are you serious? Like a
heart attack. Turn around.

Danny.

It's nice to finally meet you,
Ed. You're somewhat of a legend.

It's nice to have fans.

How'd those get in there? Turn around.

Just answer one thing: Who sent you?

Anybody from Washington, maybe?

Washington? You mean the good guys?

That's what I love about you has-beens.

Everything is, "good
guys this," "bad guys that."

Okay.

Let's chalk it up to "none of the above."

Are we through now? For now.

Get down!

Drop it!

Okay.

Hands in the air! On your knees now!

You cover him. I'll go. No, stay.

What are you talking about?

You missed him!

Hey.

I'd like to speak to both of you.

Sam, we're sorry.

Yeah, things may have gotten
a little out of hand.

Wow.

Well, James can't stop raving
about the two of you.

He liked the fighting?
He loved the fighting...

and wants to come back next year,
as long as the two of you are his hosts.

Now, here's the thing. I would
have to split my take with you.

We all know that's not going to happen.

And also the fighting
is a bit exhausting to me.

So, I said no.

Well, actually, Sam, everything
we did was perfectly planned.

Right, D? Right.

Every fight carefully calculated.

Completely scripted
for maximum whale enjoyment.

A perfect ruse
to keep our guest entertained.

Congratulation, sis. Thanks, babe.

So, did James happen to
mention who he liked best?

Not that it matters.
We're just a little curious.

We were just playing around but...

Yes, actually, he did.

Well? Okay, I'll see you later.

What do you think pizza? Yes.

Two hundred?
That's a good round number.

Hi. I'd like to order
200 large cheese pizzas to go.

Deliver them to the Montecito's VIP desk.

Just ask for Samantha Jane Marquez.

Now, why couldn't I talk
in the car? Lots of reasons.

Can I talk now? Yeah, sure.

How could you miss him?

He was standing right in front
of you. You had a clear shot.

I didn't miss him. I hit him
exactly where I wanted to.

Look, if I'd have shot him in the
head, he would have found it difficult...

to report back to his people
that Lisa was dead.

Being dead, by the way,
is extremely liberating.

I'd say you got about a week...

before someone puts the pieces
together and figures out what we did.

That should give me
plenty of time to disappear.

Any idea where you're going? Yeah.

There's a car waiting for you.
Thank you. Both of you.

Listen, you have to promise
me something. What's that?

Don't ever come back.

I can't promise you that. Right.

See you. All right. Bye-bye.

Jarhead.

- So, is Mary okay?
- Yeah, she's fine.

Although she had no idea Martin
was using her to get information.

Then again, you know Mary.
She has a heart of gold, that one.

Yeah, she does.

Is there any chance
you guys'll work things out?

No, I don't think so. Too bad.

You know, I was thinking...

when that warehouse blew up,
you looked like you were...

No, I knew you were fine.

Really? Yeah, really.

'Cause the way you looked
when I walked out...

you looked a little worried, a little upset.

No. I was not worried, nor was I upset.

Looked like you were about to cry.

Cry over what? A little explosion?

Little? Yeah, little.

I almost had my nads blown off.

Did I ever tell you the time when I
actually did have my nads blown off?

What? Yeah.

It was somewhere near Mogadishu.