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Nick, Nick, Nick.

Rule number one.

Never try
to rob a casino.

Rule number two.

Always do what
I ask you

as quickly as possible.

Now tell me.

What did you do
with my money?

Nick's voice: In the game I love,
you have to steal to win.

Nick's voice:
How much to get my life back?

$20 million.

I know what
you're thinking.

Stealing is wrong.

Hey, I'm not Robin Hood.
I'm doing this for me.

But I'm no thief.

The trouble started
when I took some money

from a jar labeled "Tits. "

Nick!

Yeah?

- All right, Maria...
- I need my rent now, slugger.

Uh, I'm a little short.

Come on.
We don't get paid until Friday.

Maria, come on.

We're like family.

I need it for Carlitos'
speech therapist.

Hey, bud.

You know, like family
is not family.

Remember that.

Show me the money, ese.

You sure you can get this
back to me by tomorrow?

You'll get your five grand back.
Plus ten more.

Promise.

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

What is the deal
with this wiring?

What?

I think I may have solved
our electrical problem.

Does any of this work
require an asbestos abatement?

Yeah, can you put in
an abatement request?

This casino doesn't
have the money.

Mo, we're going
through lightbulbs

faster than we can
even stock them.

Are we in any danger?
Is this gonna cause a fire?

Do I have
to call the cops?

No.

Then just change
the bulb, slugger.

Hey...

how about you get me a cup
of coffee, huh, cupcake?

Mr. Rockett, you know
that I'm in floral.

- Mm-hmm.
- We go through this every day.

That's right.

Or maybe you'd like
to find yourself

out on the street
selling flowers.

Got me a date!

- Not with...
- # Maria. #

Rosedower,
listen to me.

She's renting me a room, okay?
And it's cheap.

- I cannot have you fuck this up for me.
- All right. Okay.

Okay, so where
are you taking her?

Some call it
squirrel diving.

Wingsuit jumping,
if you're fancy about it.

Doing about
120 miles per hour.

Are you kidding me?
She's got a little kid, dummy.

She's not jumping
off a cliff with you.

Check this out.

Got a doctor in Tijuana, says he can
make it happen for 10 grand.

You have that
kind of money?

Well, thanks to your tip
about Jorge's talent,

says he can triple
five grand by tomorrow.

Nick.

Tell me you didn't
give any money to Jorge.

You said it was
a sure thing.

That was last week.

Dude fell off the wagon. He's back
to hard-core gambling, man.

Fu...

Hey, man.
Relax.

Don't worry about it.

You'll get
your operation.

I really need
that money, Jorge.

Nick.

Man, another business
opportunity is emerging.

I might need a business partner.
Mucho dinero, man.

More money than you've ever
seen in your life.

You've just
gotta trust me.

Oh, come on, man.
Don't you want to make money?

I'll get it back to you.
Don't worry about it.

- Oh, you're gonna get me my money back.
- Yeah.

All right, well,
in that case,

when you get me
my money back,

then we'll talk
about being partners.

Excelente.

And tonight we'll go
to the Hellhole.

Could you move
the ladder, please?

- Hi, Nick.
- Hey, Stace.

Did you have
to get a job here?

Just take it easy,
okay?

Or you're never gonna let me
get to the "I'm sorry" part.

So what the hell
are you doing here now?

I was hoping
to start over.

Hmm.

What makes you think
I want you in my life?

No, that's not
what I meant.

I'm trying to put
all of it back together.

I think I might have money
for the knee operation.

Well, I hope you're not
depending on this job

because we're all
getting the boot.

- What is that?
- This is none of your business.

So?

When exactly
are we getting canned?

Sooner rather
than later.

Whole towrs going
down the tubes.

Nobody is safe.

Good luck with
your knee operation, Nick.

Please stay
out of my life.

"In order to stabilize
and make solvent our company,

the Olympus Hotel and Casino
will be dissolving

nonessential positions
throughout all departments.

All pensions and health
care will be terminated

upon the end of the month. "

Health care?

You mean Carlitos
has no more insurance?

All right, we're just gonna
have to go get new jobs, that's all.

Hey, pendejo.

You wanna join me in the line
outside of Home Depot?

Maria: No.

- Jesus, woman.
- Take it easy, all right?

- Yeah, let me fix that up.
- Here, here, here.

Use Mo's office.

Come here.
Come on.

Face it, chico.

I'd be better off
moving back to Chihuahua.

Look at me, bro.

I love it where
I'm from, but please...

don't make me
live there.

Turn it up,
turn it up.

Man on TV: Believed that Las Vegas
was the only place in the world

where any working man
without an education

could achieve
the American dream.

Today the desert
is taking us back.

Home by home, business by business,
family by family.

It seems our luck
has run out.

So, in this moment, I must do
what has made Las Vegas great.

I must gamble...

money.

$20 million, guaranteed
to be won by one lucky player.

Okay, so how would
you fix this?

Me? I have no clue.

But if I was you,
I would rob this place.

It's a casino.

Do you have any idea how difficult it is
to move around unnoticed?

Maybe I misjudged
your initiative, chico.

Maria: You guys better
come look at this.

This is our insurance benefits.

Nick:
It's the pensions, too.

That's my
whole family, man.

Today casinos
are hard-pressed

to get customers
through the door.

The mars swinging
for the fences.

He's rallying back.
He's trying to win.

"Trying to win"?

I got you this job so you can afford
to pay me rent.

One successful slot pull

could change your life,
your life...

forever.

LaSky: Well, there you have it,
ladies and gentlemen.

Live from
the Olympus Casino,

this is Sasha LaSky
reporting.

Get 'em back. Get 'em back.
Get 'em back.

Come on, come on, come on.
Step back, step back, step back.

Let's go. To the side,
to the side.

- Step back, sister.
- Man...

Hey, hey.

You want some
of this, hero?

Very wise decision.

Shouldrt that thing
have come out of the casino cage?

You better beat it, Nick.
The brass is coming.

Good.

Mr. Stratholme, sir.
Just a minute of your time?

I know how I can save
you some money.

Alex Stratholme.
And you are?

I'm the guy that knows
you're sending out termination letters

- at the end of the month.
- Nick...

It's all right,
sweetheart.

Your boyfriend's
just a little bit impulsive.

He is not my boyfriend.

How did you acquire
this letter?

Doesrt matter.

Nick, Nick, Nick.

I think maybe we should finish
this conversation in my office.

Say, 30 minutes?

Mr. Stratholme would like for you
to come up to the residence

and restock
the bar.

But I'm needed
on the casino floor.

Your supervisor
will be informed.

Sit down.

What makes you think

you can talk
to Alex Stratholme?

You refuse to respect
the chain of command.

You may have been a big shot
on the baseball diamond,

but down here
your ass belongs to me.

I'm a team player.

Going for
that suicide squeeze

was the stupidest thing
I ever saw.

- Cost me my knee.
- Cost me 10 grand.

Now get the fuck
out of here.

All right.
I'll take care of it.

Hey, son.
Right here, kid.

Wrench jockey
on his way up.

You said you could
save me some money.

- In exchange for jobs?
- I'm listening.

90% of what I do
is replacing lightbulbs.

I do at least 30 a day,
every day.

And that's just me.

The original wiring
throughout the old casino,

just not up to code.

- If you were to do...
- You don't mind

if I take your picture, do you?

If you were to do
a million-dollar rewire,

it could save you two and a half million
over the next 10 years.

Mm-hmm.

All I need is job security
for me and my friends.

When I was your age, my father gave me
the rewire of the old casino

because we were building
this new Olympus tower.

He gave me
one simple directive:

Run a tight ship.

Well, then
you were robbed, sir.

Oh, I'd like to see
someone try robbing me.

Have a seat, young man.

I know full well we never
rewired the old casino.

I took care of that
inspector myself. Still do.

But this high-rise
opened on time.

Big picture,
tight ship.

Ah, the good old
glory days, yeah.

Your friend Stacy was
telling me all about them

while she filled
up my liquor cabinet.

Excuse me?

Would you fix that?

Although sometimes it's best
to throw away what's broken.

The question you have
to ask yourself, Nick,

is just how broken
are you?

I mean, you were
an absolute star.

Hey, look what
I found, Nick.

Yeah.
"Nick Davis,

Las Vegas's own
Cinderella story.

A walk-on with
a 90-foot run no one,

no one could match. "

They loved you.
Hmm.

Didrt insurance
take care of your knee?

I wanted back in, so I started pushing
too hard in rehab

and shot cortisone,
steroids,

anything to deal
with the pain.

Insurance wouldn't
touch me after that.

Sure.

How long after you blew out your knee
before she dumped you?

Oh, no.
You dumped her, right?

You wanted
to protect her...

so you dissolved
her position, right?

You know, when the banks
started failing,

I took out $20 million
to stay liquid.

My father's advisors
questioned my actions,

so I fired them.

Well done.
Thank you.

I could fix
that knee for you.

I know a doctor in town
who would do a bang-up job.

Then you could go
back on the circuit.

Would you like that?

Yeah.

But you see, Nick,

your actions deserve
no such reward.

My actions are made
of necessity.

Yours come from choice.

I don't steal, Nick.

Neither do I, sir.

The information in that letter
does not belong to you.

You see?

You're a thief and you don't
even know it.

Sir, there has been a serious
misunderstanding here...

Yes, there has.

My father would have had Berk Rockett
tase you once or twice

and throw you off
the property.

Me?

I think going down those stairs
all day on a bum knee

has made
you a little crazy.

I'll inform your supervisor
that you'd rather clean toilets.

Oh, if you see Stacy
before I do,

give her my best.

You can go.

So this is what
you did with the money.

Who wants to
make some money?

Step right up.

You know if it's Mo's operation,
it's gotta be rigged.

Of course it's rigged,
pendejo.

Did you bring
plenty of money?

Ready now?!

Get it on!

Jorge:
I bet $5,000 on the redhead.

The blondie's
going down.

Can I make $5,000?
We're making it happen.

Jorge:
Whoo! Come on! Get him!

Ooh.

Fuck.

Oh, yes.

Jorge: I think Mo
just screwed you over, man.

Come on, you're getting
me that money back.

Hey, come on.

Mo, I need
that money back.

Hey, Nick.
That's too bad.

Taco here said
he wanted a sure thing.

Welcome to America,
baby.

Dude, you don't understand.
That's not my money.

What?

Look, I borrowed some money
from your Tits jar.

"Tits jar"?

You know, for
your breast enlargement?

It's tips.

Tips jar,
you asshole.

That money was to send Carlitos
to an autism research center.

Hey, you can win
the five grand back.

- What, you want me to fight?
- Yeah.

Win the money
for her retard's school.

I got a big heart.

Yeah, well,
I got a bum knee.

Keep everything
above the waist.

Understand?

Yeah,
come on.

Come on, Nick!

Who wants to make
some money?

Blondie here
is getting tired.

Step right up.

Hey.

Hey, you wanna
be the ring girl,

you're gonna have
to take off that dress

and pull the panties up
the crack of your ass.

This is not ladies' night.

I wanna fight you,
asshole.

Whoo!

Crazy bitch wants
to fight yours truly!

What are the rules?

This is no rules,
darling honey.

Get it?

My son is not retarded!

Get it?

All bets off, bitch.
All bets off.

This how you saw
our lives turning out?

No.

You wanna be my friend?

Hurt Alex Stratholme.

Hurt him bad.

Stacy, what did he do?

What did he do?

You know I will
do anything

that it takes to get
you that money back.

I'll even consider
listening to Jorge's plan.

Well, the casino
pulls in a lot of cash.

Just like a bank, they gotta remove
the old stuff from circulation.

You know, unusable bills.
Too wrinkled, too weathered...

Yeah, well, it can't be more
than a couple thousand dollars.

$5,000 and Maria
gets her money back.

Yeah, or five-to-twenty
in the pen.

Jorge's on to
something, though.

Stratholme told me that when
the banks started failing,

he took out $20 million
and keeps it on-site.

What makes you think that it's
in the unusable bill vault?

Nevada state law.

Casino owners aren't
allowed unaccompanied

into the count room.

Not even in their
own casinos.

Nick: This is our bathroom
in the B wing.

This...

is the shortcut

between the old casino
and the new tower.

That's the adjoining wall between
the old and new buildings.

Nick: Yeah, except there's a 12-foot
gap in between these walls.

Jorge: That 12-foot gap is not
on any plan I have ever seen.

However...

this is much too long
to be a vault.

It's got to be a corridor.

That's gonna have security
cameras, motion sensors.

- What'd you say?
- Dead Mars Alley.

The vault door must be closed
before the guard door is open. Or else.

Or else what?

Or else
you're a dead man.

Great.

So you need me to burn out that
vault light. It's a simple circuit.

We do it.

I mean, Stratholme
has this coming to him.

He thinks he can play
with people's livelihood?

It's about time that somebody
wanted to teach him a lesson.

If you say so, chico.

Well, in that case,

we got about 10 days before
we lose access to the casino.

Nick's voice: Drawing the walls
of the floor plan was easy.

The way we figured it,
we knew where Dead Mars Alley was.

Getting to it
was another story.

- Can I help you?
- Yeah, I was sent to clean up a mess.

But I don't have a, uh...

It's an access card.

No, Nick.
You wouldn't have one.

Go.

Thanks.

Nick's voice:
If we were right,

somewhere in the bowels
of the original wing,

Stratholme hid
his $20 million.

So, where was this mess
supposed to be, Nick?

I don't know.
I couldn't find it.

I just saw a door
and I walked through it.

That's all.

What... did you think
I was gonna rob the place?

With a bucket
and a mop?

Let him go.

Emil!

Why is my car booted?

It's my job to boot.

Two hundred to get
the boot off.

I watch you, you know?

- What are you talking about?
- I love the American baseball.

Stay out of my way,
dickhead!

- You fuckers!
- An asshole.

So what about the boot?

- Look. I make it go away.
- Well, that was handy.

Emil, um...

is a man of many talents.

I am skilled
at many things.

Hardware, software,
surveillance.

I tell a secret.

My father was in

a Soviet E.M.P. Program.

E.M.P.?

That's a good reason
for you to let me on the team.

Thanks, Emil.

Jorge:
Go for it, Carlitos.

- Uno, dos, el happy couple.
- Aw.

Carlitos?
Carlitos!

Hey, what
you got there?

The guy said
to give this to you.

- What guy?
- The guy behind the tree.

- Come on. It's time to eat.
- Maria: Carlitos?

- Go on.
- Come on, Carlitos.

All right,

you can quit now or choose
to deal with the consequences.

Anybody wanna walk?

Nothing's changed.

All right,
we're running the first.

Let's do it.

Look, this is what
we use to get the money.

My own chupacabra.
I made it.

Watch this.

- Man: Hey, how's it going?
- Rosedower: Good. How are you doing?

Man:
Doing great.

It's about
fucking time.

Rockett: Nice.
There you go.

Rockett: Get out. Move.

Code blue. Lockdown
on station four. Let's go!

General lockdown.
This fucks up my lunch.

- Move, gentlemen!
- Guard: Go, go, go, go!

Get off your butts.

Camera's down on grid one.
Check the vaults.

I need to know A-1 and 2
and 4 are locked down

as soon as possible.

Yeah, this is Rockett.

The room is clear.

And tell my little beaner buddy
I got his can't.

Here you go.

- Ah, Jorgito.
- What's up?

You guys are gonna
love this.

We got them checking
the count room,

back of the house,

safes.

Looks like our target
is almost last on their list.

That's a good thing,
right?

- Jorge: Did you see that?
- During lockdown?

None of the guard
key cards work.

Jorge:
The card, chico.

Stratholme keeps one
of those cards on his desk.

Jorge:
Let's get it.

How many times have you been
in Stratholme's penthouse?

I don't know.

Have you ever seen,
like, this red card

in a candy dish
on his desk?

Maybe.

Why do you want
to hurt him?

He invited me up
to his penthouse...

I accepted
the invitation.

I woke up the next morning
in my car...

with no recollection
of what had happened.

I just remember him standing
over me taking pictures.

I have to get in there
and get on his computer.

They're not
on his computer.

- How do you know that?
- All the memory cards,

he keeps them in this safe
behind his desk.

Whatever your scheme is
with that little red card, count me in.

I don't remember
what happened to me, but...

I can't shake it.

Nick's voice:
When you get to second base,

you put yourself
in scoring position.

Your team needs an extra
base hit to get you home.

How'd you get
in here?

Security let me up.

I thought you were
mad at me.

Oh, I like you.

There's business
to attend to.

What?

Job security,
I've heard.

From your boyfriend
Nick, no doubt.

That's all over with.

The card's
not on his desk.

Don't worry about it.

We'll get it
at the restaurant.

How do you know that's
where he's taking her?

'Cause that's where
he takes all his girls.

Wait. There they go.

Stratholme:
Keep her close.

- They serve dinner here?
- Oh, yeah.

Move down with them,
would you?

We're pulling the plug
on this now.

Hey, we need
the card, chico.

Very nice.

Rosedower, outside.

What'd I do?

- Hey, are you lost?
- Uh, excuse me?

Mind if I join you?

Let's take this off.

Mm-hmm.

- Okay.
- Oh-oh.

- Where you going?
- Stacy: Freshen up.

It's good tonight, huh?

Emil...

what are
you doing here?

Gotta have some kind
of hobby.

A hobby?

Look, half
is too much.

We're doing all the work.
We're taking all the risk.

Oh, no.

Maria: Whoo-hoo!
I don't know.

Ticket?

I apologize.

- For what?
- This.

Okay, doll.
Here.

Uh...

Um, looking for this?

Yes.
Thank you, baby.

- For you.
- Oh, thank you.

Smile for the camera.

We should go.

Can we go?

- They're coming out.
- Jorge: Come on, let's go.

Come on, let's go.
They're coming.

So, where's
the valet?

These are me.

What's with
the cold feet?

You can't treat me
like this.

Obviously I can.

I said dinner.
What the hell was this?

I already took you to dinner once,
remember?

Yeah, I remember.

And I don't remember
anything else.

You blow this,
and I swear...

Stacy, when you get
your shit together, call me.

Carlitos' voice: The guy
said to give this to you.

Nick's voice:
What guy?

Carlitos' voice:
The guy behind the tree.

Mo's voice: I bet on your ass
and you let me down.

Hurry up, man.
Come on.

Then I'll say,
"Raise the winner's hand. "

Then I'll say,
"Yo, you fuckers!

Odds are six-to-one

that blondie here
can beat... "

Mo:
All right, yeah. Whoo.

Oh... oh.

I'm supposed
to be scared

'cause you come in here
with your pet retard

and a baseball bat.

Why didn't you bring
that bitch Maria?

Then I'd have something
to be scared of.

You better watch yourself,
motherfucker.

That's my lady
you're talking about.

Oh, love's a bitch,
ain't it?

I know it was
you, Mo.

Blackmail?

You think that's
gonna work against us?

Man, you didn't tell me
somebody was blackmailing us.

That's right, assholes.

All right,
shut the fuck up.

Mo:
I want 50% of the take.

50? In your dreams.

How's it look
in my dreams?

Where I'm dreaming
about talking to the police.

I can talk
to the police.

Now you fucking
with a mars livelihood.

Half and all will be well.

I planned this,
I got the team together,

I have access
to the entire casino.

What?

They know what card
opens what door

and at what times.

Well, it's Stratholme's card,
so what's it gonna matter?

How long before he finds out
that the card's gone...

and who took it?

You want a cut?
Help us.

You want me
to help you?

Then you
got problems.

How do we
dupe the card?

I stage fights here.
I'm not MacGyver.

Can you get me the names and addresses
of all the Olympus employees?

That I can do.
For a cut, of course.

Emil: What?

Emil, do you want
to play ball?

What you need?

I'm sorry. I'll come back
tomorrow if that's...

No, what you need?

I need a card cloner.

You want a working card
free of charge?

No, I just need
to get in a door.

The best place
to talk is in here.

Come.

Inside.
That's where we talk.

- Emil...
- Shut door.

- Emil, I...
- Inside.

Aw, come on.
Sit down.

- Emil, what...
- We must be careful.

- Why?
- We must be careful.

- Why?
- They're listening.

- Who is listening?
- They're listening.

Emil: Homeland Security...

KGB, the mob,
casino bosses.

They want
to listen. Them.

- Okay...
- High-speed frequency skipper.

No one track.
So what you want?

To get into a door
and not leave a trace.

Might be a little tough.

And when
you say "tough"...

I mean expensive.

This card is registered
by owner.

I'm guessing you don't
want to register.

Good.

Built it myself.

Take the red key and put
in the bottom here, like so.

Yes.
The card.

Out comes card.

Then all the information
from the red one

will be on the card.

It will open all your doors

and register
as any user we wish.

Am I on the team now?

Why don't you show me
what else you got?

- What is this thing?
- It's a taser.

It's not a taser.

It's a garage door opener.
So what?

- It's called an E.M.P.
- What's an E.M.P.?

An electromagnetic pulse.

It emits gamma rays which,
when activated,

disables all
electrical equipment.

Phones, cameras...

and computers.

This one has a range of about 15',
give or take.

Give me a hand,
pendejo.

Can I help you?

Changing the flowers,

- Mr. Stratholme.
- Okay...

Nick's voice: The difference
between the regular squeeze

and a suicide squeeze is you're
coming home no matter what.

Safe or out,
there is no in between.

In a ball game,
you wait for the next inning.

In this game,
you're dead.

Are you still going
to go through with it?

Yes, sir.
This afternoon.

You want your family
to come over, right?

Yes.

Use this, then.

And don't fuck it up.

You can go.

If anybody wants out,
now's the time.

It's much worse
than they thought.

That whole circuit
looks fried.

I'm gonna need
to call in some help.

- Hey, like I told you...
- If we don't call some help,

this whole circuit
is not gonna come back on.

Well how long
is this gonna take?

Uh, hours?

I want you outta here quicker
than shit through a goose.

I got a break coming up.

I need my coffee.

If I don't get my coffee,
I get cantankerous.

- Hold on, hold on.
- What's going on?

- Why are the lights out?
- Hold on.

Hey, hey, hey, everybody.
Settle down and get focused.

Get some headsets
and start making your rounds.

Follow protocol.

- This way. This way. I can't see anything.
- All clear.

- Get me a new cell phone.
- Yes, sir.

Let's go, move.

Hello, baby cakes.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, what are
you doing here?

Jorge's saying
he needed the help.

Jorge? What about
Nick's orders?

Nick's not here,
is he?

If I go to prison,
would you visit me?

You're not going
to prison.

Maria, if I go to prison,

would you visit me?

Okay. Sure.

If you go to prison,

I will come
and see you...

once a week.

No, I can't hold.
My internal system has failed.

Put me through to
your operations manager, now.

Can you run a lockdown
system check for me?

Listen to me,
woman.

You have Carlitos
to think of.

When we're done,
I'll come and get you.

And if we get
out of this,

I will treat
you like my queen.

But, baby, if they catch us,
I need you to tell them

that I locked
you in this closet

and you had nothing
to do with it.

Understand?

Good luck.

All right, baby.
Are you okay?

You better watch your back because
when you come back and open this door,

I'm gonna kick your ass.

- What the hell is that?
- The grid is overcharging.

- It is?
- Oh, shit.

Let's get out of here.
Vamoose.

Are the phones
back up yet?

Two seconds.
There we go.

I need to hear from the vaults
and the counting room.

- Go on!
- Close that door and stand behind it.

Se�or Rockett,
this is our main man.

Why is he wearing a mask?

Shit, son.

Come with me.

Sir, we have an overcharging situation.

We're going to need
to close this door

in order so that we
can complete the circuit,

find out what the source
of the interrupt is.

- What?
- Yeah, up there.

Half the groundings in the door...
pin connector thing.

When it closes, we can trace
the identification

of where the power
isn't flowing electronically

to the transducer
responder.

You can stay inside with us,
if you like.

Rockett:
Fuck it.

I need my coffee.

Okay, gentlemen. I want
every door checked, every cabinet.

Come on.
What are you doing?

If you find anything suspicious,
you give me a call.

Hey, where's Maria?
I told her to come, too.

No wonder Stratholme
don't keep this money, man.

There ain't shit in here.

Jorge:
Holy shit.

Damn!

- Where's Nick?
- Hopefully where he's supposed to be.

- Excuse me?
- Dropping off.

- What's in it?
- I don't know.

They just told me to drop it off.
It's your problem now.

This going up
to Stratholme's residence?

Like I said,
your problem.

Guard:
Come on, asshole.

Put it down.

What?

Hey, Alex.
Good to see you.

- Salud
- Salud.

- You like the new girl?
- Yeah, she's cute.

Hurry.

Jorge:
It's jammed.

- Shit.
- Too much fucking money.

- Fuck.
- Fuck, man.

There's nothing
we can do, man.

We gotta get
out of here.

Come on. Let's...
what are you doing?

Here, babe.
Take a walk.

It's working. Come on.

Jorge: Come on!

Holy shit. What the fuck
are you two doing?

Goddamn sons of bitches.
I'm gonna...

Jesus.

What are you doing?

Man on radio:
Berk, Berk, what's your twenty?

Come on, answer him.

Rockett, you still
want that coffee?

Uh, no, that's okay.

- Rockett?
- Nope. All good here.

Let's kick
some ass today.

You're an idiot.

Man on radio:
What is your code, Rockett?

Donkey?

Stop!
Down on your knees!

Come on, Nick.
What are you doing?

He's a bad man,
Franklin.

- Who?
- Stratholme.

Compared to who,
Nick?

Come on, Franklin,
my knee.

May I get up?

Slowly.

Ralph, up here!

Franklin, this is scout.

Don't move!

You were right,
Franklin.

What?

He was stealing
from the company fridge.

Nick!

Jesus Christ.

Are you okay?

I got your pictures,
Stace.

That's not important
right now.

Nothing happened.
Nothing happened.

Franklin saw me jump.

So what do we do?

Split up.
Follow the plan.

Come on.

- So he locked you in the closet, huh?
- Don't push it, Jorge.

Hey, stop right there.

God damn it,
take this, Scott.

You, come here.
Come here.

Where do you think
you're going?

It's knock-off time.

We're in lockdown. Ain't nobody
knocking off anything.

If I don't dispose
of this waste,

it will be here
until tomorrow, man.

Oh, wait a minute.

You were with that beaner kid
in the vault.

You tasered me
and then broke my nose.

Vault?

I was vacuuming toilets
on the second floor, man.

Oh, yeah?
Make a move. Please.

Go ahead.
Tip that damn thing over.

Go on!

Told you, man. I ain't cleaning
that shit up either.

Good luck to you.

Sir?

From the help's hall.

The busser.
Where did he go?

- Ralph: Do we involve Metro?
- No, this is nothing I can't handle.

No one talks to the police
unless I say, you understand?

- Understood, sir.
- Yes.

I need this truck moved.

Truck illegally parked.
My job to boot.

Take the boot
off the truck now.

You want...

Ah, okay, okay.

I'll do it.

Emil:
Ah! Ah, no!

Put your gun away, Ralph.

That's it, empty your locker.
You're fired.

Right you are, my friend.
Right you are.

Pack it up.

Turn it off.

Okay.
Okay, Mo.

What's in the bag?

Trash.

Don't jerk me around, taco.

If you can help me,

maybe I can
help you, too.

More than you could
ever imagine.

Talk to me.

- Jorge?
- Maria: Where have you been?

What's going on?
Did Jorge show up?

No, no.

I can't get Stacy on the phone. She said
she'd call as soon as she got home

and it's been an hour.

Nick, I have a really bad
feeling about this.

Where's Carlitos?

I sent him to his tia's.

Nick, where's the money?

We got the money,
all right?

Don't worry about that.

Just lay low
and keep safe.

Okay.

Maria over bug:
Nick says they have the money.

Rosedower over bug:
All right. All right.

Maria: Oh, my God!
Oh, my God.

Nick has control
of the money.

Now we just sit tight
and wait.

You never told
the police?

My job is to do whatever
it takes to protect Alex Stratholme.

We involve the police,
then we get bad press.

Not in our best interest.

What in the hell
are you doing?

Where are you going?

Get back...

You got your orders,
I got mine.

What orders?
Stratholme ordered this?

Like you said,
Franklin.

We gotta do
what we gotta do

to get the job done.

We'll see about that.

Hello, Nick.

Damn it, Mo.

All right, we got him.
We're coming in.

Salud, dollface.

Mmm mmm mm.

Where is she?

Nick,

you've only got
about 30 minutes.

Do you really want
to spend that time

discussing the women
in our lives?

What's up, Nick?

Stratholme: You really thought you hit
a home run, huh, little buddy?

Fuck.

We were hemorrhaging
money this year.

Cutting the pensions,
the benefits, the jobs...

wasrt gonna save me.

I wanted you
to find that vault.

I wanted you
to steal my money.

The insurance alone covers
my losses for the year,

plus some.

Especially considering the fact
I'm getting my money back.

Now, where is it?

What?

He said he'd only
talk to Nick.

We're all ears.
Have a seat.

No hard feelings,
okay, Nick?

Fuck you, chico.

You'd do the same thing
if you were in my position, Nick.

Except I wouldn't have
killed my friends.

What makes you think
they were my friends, huh?

A single puta madre and her wannabe
boyfriend? Come on, Nick.

Nick, come on.

You fucked up now.

Where the hell
is the money?

I want my money, Franklin.
Okay, bury him.

And none of that too-shallow,
dug-up-by-the-coyotes crap. All right? Oh...

- Franklin: I'm your head of security, Alex.
- Stratholme: Yes, you are.

I'm supposed to make sure
this place is safe and secure.

But this is neither.

You robbed yourself?

I don't dispose
of dead bodies, Alex.

And I sure as hell don't
cover up for your crimes.

Now it's one thing

to take care of the business
the police can't or won't,

but this is a line
I won't cross.

So you're
telling me no.

Let's just say
you chose to let me go,

along with
everybody else.

All right.

I'm sorry, kid.

As far as I'm concerned,
you all made your own beds.

I'll get it out of him
if he won't.

Stratholme:
Nick, Nick, Nick.

Rule number one.

Never try to rob a casino.

Rule number two.

Always do what
I ask of you

as quickly
as possible.

Now tell me,

what did you do
with my money?

Maybe we should
ask Jorge.

Oh, he's not
saying a word.

Everybody's a comedian.

Rule number three.

Never let the man who makes
the rules leave the room.

Remind me, which one is
the bad knee?

Oh, let me guess.

Stratholme:
Sorry, Nick, but I gotta go.

I got a date
with your girlfriend.

Be sure to get me
the after shot, would ya?

Mo: Look at me.
Nicky, look at me.

Ready for some baseball?

No. No!

Mo:
Tell us where the money is.

Take a load off,
doll face.

Nick and Maria?

They're all in the past,
darling.

Why do you insist on taking
those pictures, Alex?

Because
you are so beautiful.

What'd you do to me?

Wouldrt you like
to know?

- No!
- Nick: Stacy, don't!

But I saw you shoot him.

You had it wrong,
Alex.

Our kind stick together.

But...

I have a bad feeling about this.

Oh, shoot.
Turn it off.

- A plastic bag?
- What the...

- You're lucky I didn't...
- You fuck. Are you kidding me?

Jorge: Thought you could
use me, huh?

That we're all like you,
out for ourselves?

I'll have
you all arrested.

Only if you go
to the police.

We're pretty sure
you won't be doing that.

Done a thorough count
of what's missing?

My pictures?
So what?

It's not just pictures.

You have a lot of files
in there, lots of numbers.

Oh, those numbers are no good.
They're nothing.

The real books?

The real
company finances?

You know, the ones
that show how you stole

from your faithful
employees' pensions

and turned it into
a cash prize for...

One lucky player?

My family built
this place from nothing.

I was just doing
what needed to be done.

One more thing.

Stratholme on phone:
I wanted you to find that vault.

I wanted you to steal
my money.

What's the matter, Alex?

You of all people
ought to know

not to drink from
an open container.

Let's go.

This is a list of all
the Olympus employees

and their bank account
numbers.

Including the ones that were
fired in the last two years.

How difficult would it be
to distribute that money

into these accounts?

This?
This is hard.

So how much
would it cost?

This one,
I will do for free.

Guess I was wrong
about you.

And you managed to pull off
that suicide squeeze, too.

Keep a low profile
with your cash.

IRS will steal
you blind.

Come on.

Hey, Maria.

Remember sometimes like family
is better than blood.

- What's up, chico?
- What are you gonna do?

You gonna go back and become
the mayor of Chihuahua or something?

I don't know.
But you know,

it's probably better
if you never find out.

All right,

- take care of yourself, man.
- You, too.

Later.

- Nick's voice: Hello?
- Jorge's voice: Hey, chico.

I have another business
opportunity for you.

Mucho dinero, man.

Are you in?