All language subtitles for Remington Steele s03e17 Diced Steele.eng

You lost it? All of it?

Not lost it, Everett.
Invested it.

- A bit showy.
- Ready?

Go ahead.

Six of diamonds.

Jack of spades.

Reminds me of you.
Queen of hearts.

I still can't get how you do it.

That's the idea, Mildred.

- Ah, Everett, please come in.
- Mr. Steele.

- Yes, come right in.
- Miss Holt.

Uh, this is our assistant,
Mildred Krebs.

Uh, Everett Blaisdale,
Vigilance Insurance.

How do you do?
Want to count it?

Oh, Everett, please.
Our relationship is built on trust.

Mildred.

I need you to sign this.
You understand.

Oh, yes, of course.
Bureaucracy rears its ugly head.

150,000.

Mm, Miss Holt.

Hmm.

Well, good luck to all of us.

Rest assured, Everett, Murdock's jewels
are as good as in your hands.

- I hope so. If anything should happen-
- Everett, please.

- You're talking to Remington Steele, okay?
- Right.

Hey, watch it, Bruce!
I just had this cleaned.

Good night, Everett.
Come in, gentlemen, please.

Who's the mark?

Fellow by the name of Eddie Grogan.

I got a tip he stole the jewels from Murdock.
You're here to help me get them back.

- Sounds like a sweet hustle, Harry.
- Reggie. Reggie Whitewood.

I am now a dissolute member
of the ruling class.

Now, stake yourselves to $25,000 each
and take a grand off the top for your services.

- Who are they?
- Laura Holt, Mildred Krebs, Benny, Sid, Nathan.

- How about some sandwiches and beer, fellas?
- If you're sellin', I'm buyin'.

- What are you sellin', honey?
- Nothing you can afford, big fella.

Excuse me.

- Nice girl.
- Yeah, okay. Sit down, okay?

Where did the boss find those shills?

- I don't think we want to know.
- I don't get it.

Why don't we just grab Grogan and
choke him until he coughs up the jewels?

Because we have no proof
that he stole them.

This way, Mr. Steele
busts him at the table.

He has to retrieve the jewels
to pay off his losses.

We have the thief, the jewels
and a hefty finder's fee.

But how do you know that he'll
bet more than he's got with him?

Because, Mildred,
he's a compulsive gambler.

You know, sometimes the boss's
plans strike me as... poetry.

Well, it isn't Keats,
but it ain't bad.

Edward, old chap,
delighted to see you.

Ain't nothin' gonna keep me away
from a hot game. I'll tell you that.

Yes, well, this one will
positively sizzle, old bean.

Yes, well, this one will
positively sizzle, old bean.

Raise a thousand.

Fold.

That's it!

- Who's got the mai tai?
- Here. Thanks.

Well, that's it.

Next time,
I'll mail in my money.

I guess it's just you and me, Reggie.

What do you say we goose the game?
No ceiling?

I say, you really are a gambler,
aren't you, Edward?

Very well. No limit.

Aces facing kings.

- Aces bet.
- Some dealer, Reggie. Where'd you get her?

She came with the table.

Bet all of it.
Thirty thousand.

And I back it.

$50,000.

I've gotta go light.

Look, Edward, don't disappoint me, please.
If you can't afford to play the game-

Reggie, I've got some very interesting collateral
that's worth a lot more than 50 grand.

Look, I have a rule, Edward:

cash only at the table.

cash only at the table.

Don't you think
we're both men ofhonor?

If I lose, I'll take you straight to it...

and I'll guarantee
you will not be disappointed.

Very well.

Okay, I call.

Son of a gun!
I didn't think you had it.

I thought maybe a full house.
Maybe! But not four kings.

I believe there's a time
to reap and a time to sow.

This is my time to reap.

Not yet it ain't.

Some hand, huh?

- Hell, I must have won-
- $150,000.

A hundred and fifty-
Where am I gonna put it all?

I have a suggestion.

Why don't you take the case?
You've taken everything else.

Swell. Listen, Reggie, if you have
another game, be sure and call me up.

This is really- really terrific.

And you make
a heck of a mai tai. Bye.

Nice work.

He cheated. The double-dealing swine.
He cheated, Laura.

I saw his hold card.
It was the four of clubs!

- He must've palmed the ace.
- Why didn't you stop him?

Because then he'd know
that we were cheating.

And we'd lose all chance
of recovering the jewels.

Mildred, take my car
and follow Grogan.

You got it.

Why Mildred?

Because we have to figure out how you're
going to tell the insurance company...

that your foolproof scheme
cost them $150,000.

You lost it? All of it?

Not lost it, Everett.
Invested it.

We could see
that Grogan was wary...

so we used the money
to buy his confidence.

I mean, how we have him
exactly where we want him.

Within hours, Mr. Steele will be zeroing in
on where he's stashed the jewels.

- You will?
- Oh, without question.

Everything is just falling into place.

Stand tall, Everett.
You backed a winning plan.

Oh, yes, I can hear
the accolades now.

Can't you, Miss Holt?
Can't you hear those accolades?

Oh, Everett Blaisdale,
senior vice president!

- Bye, Everett. Congratulations.
- Thank you.

- Thank you both.
- Don't mention it.

I can't believe everything's going
so well. And on my first big case too.

- Thank you. Bye-bye.
- Bye.

Remington Steele Investigations.
Mildred? Where are you?

- Las Vegas.
- Where?

Grogan drove straight here.
He's at the tables now, gambling.

- Mildred, listen-
- I gotta go, Miss Holt.

- Has he spotted you?
- No.

And he only stopped once for gas...

and I never got out of the car
because I didn't wanna lose him.

- Now I really gotta go.
- I see. Well, call back.

One more thing. Can I use the agency
credit card to get a few things to wear?

People keep asking me for drinks.

- Go ahead.
- Okay.

- Well?
- Grogan's in Las Vegas.

Las Vegas? Huh.

Well, look on
the bright side, Laura.

He could've gone
to Bakersfield, hmm?

And so, Mr. Capstone,
both Mr. Steele and I believe...

that we have Grogan
exactly where we want him.

Something amuses you, Mr. Keyes?

Well, I was just wondering
how you're gonna list...

the loss of $150,000
on the stockholders' report.

I just finished telling you
the money isn't lost!

It's merely shifted location.

Oh, come on. This whole thing
stinks to high heaven!

All of a sudden, this Steele
pops up out of nowhere...

and feeds you a cock-and-bull story about
some cheap grifter named Eddie Grogan...

being the mastermind behind a
two-and-a-half-million-dollar burglary, and you fall for it?

Remington Steele
did not pop out of nowhere.

- His reputation is impeccable.
- Grow up, Blaisdale.

At rock bottom, every human being
is a greedy, larcenous louse.

I just haven't figured
Steele's angle... yet.

Are you saying Steele is somehow
connected with the theft?

I'm saying what I said
from the beginning.

This whole thing has
the aroma of an inside job.

That's the angle I was on
when Steele waltzed in here...

with his dazzling smile
and his $400 suit...

and he convinces
Mr. Harvard M.B.A. over here...

that he has all the right answers.

I see no reason to bring
personalities into this, Keyes.

Don't take this personally, Blaisdale,
but in this business...

the biggest obstacle to knowledge
is a formal education.

I don't dress like a fashion plate,
and maybe I never went to college...

but let me tell you something.

I know my job, and I'm
damn good at what I do.

I assume you have
a point here, Keyes.

I trust this...

and it tells me Steele's
involvement in all this...

has a very definite,
shall we say, fragrance.

You put me back on the job,
I'll get to the truth.

I realize I haven't a lot of experience,
sir, but I have faith in Mr. Steele.

I believe he should be allowed
to continue on the case.

- It's your call, Mr. Capstone.
- Yes, so it is.

Gentlemen,
I've reached a decision.

Mr. Steele may proceed.

And I'm putting you
back on the case, Keyes.

Bold move.

Betty? Betty, put me
on the next flight to Vegas.

And listen, honey.
This is important.

Run the following names
through the computer.

I want every data source tapped.
You ready?

Michael O'Leary, Ireland.

John Murrell, France.

Douglas Quintain, England.

Paul Fabrini, Italy.

And Richard Blaine, Australia.

Hmm? No, honey, no.
It's all the same guy.

And I got a feeling
his traveling days are over.

This is what you came to tell me?
I expect a check.

You come here empty-handed, tell me
you're not paying me for my jewels?

- Mr. Murdock- - Your company
expects me to pay my premiums on time.

- It doesn't work both ways, does it?
- We have a lead-

Now, it's my understanding
when insured merchandise is stolen...

the insurance company has
an obligation to pay off.

Let the man speak, Bradford.

Thank you, Mrs. Murdock.

Our first priority in cases like this
is to try to recover the stolen goods.

Now, Mr. Murdock, you want
your jewels back, don't you?

Oh, absolutely.

They have a great sentimental value-
to me, at least.

Don't mind Mr. Murdock. He's just being
a grump because the stock market's down.

Nonsense. This is a matter of principle.

As a stockbroker, if I ran my company
the way you run yours, I'd be sent to jail.

Please continue, Mr. Blaisdale.

We suspect the thief is in Las Vegas.

Right now, the best
detective in Los Angeles...

Remington Steele,
is there tracking him down.

- With luck, you'll have your jewels back in a day or two.
- That's wonderful.

Right, and the moon
is made of green cheese.

Your company just
doesn't want to pay off.

Will you please see him out?

- I'll get back to you when we have further news.
- Right. Sure.

Yeah, when is your next
flight to Las Vegas?

Oh, fine.
Book me on that, please.

Johnson.
Charles Johnson.

Thank you very much.

Did you have to rent
the most expensive car they had?

Image, Laura. Image.

This is Las Vegas,
home of the high roller...

and I'm Reggie Whitewood,
remember?

Profligate wastrel.

The role suits you.

Incidentally,
once we find Grogan...

just how do you intend to get him
to lead us to the jewels, hmm?

Have you noticed the way
this car hugs the turns?

Thank you.
Thank you indeed.

Here you go.
Something for your troubles, my man.

Lovely day.
There you go, sunshine.

- Have a nice day. Mind the car, please.
- What are you doing?

Image, Laura.
Image, image. Come on.

- Yes, good day, young man.
- May I help you, sir?

- Yes. Is the presidential suite available?
- Yes, sir!

- How much is the presidential suite?
- Laura, please, please.

Proceed, good man.
The name is Reggie Whitewood.

Reggie Whitewood.

And, uh, here's something
for your trouble, okay?

Thank you, sir.
And enjoy your stay, sir.

Don't mention it.
Good day now.

You've gone insane!

Laura, when you're
$150,000 in the hole...

what's another few thousand,
more or less?

Dear God! What's that?

- Hi, kids.
- Hi.

A few things, Mildred?

Some disguise, huh?
It worked like a charm.

I've been around Grogan all morning,
and he hasn't suspected a thing.

Well, inconspicuous is what
comes to mind, Mildred. Mm.

- You like the fur, chief?
- Oh, I love it. Love it.

It looks real, doesn't it?

You've both gone insane. Where's Grogan?

He was at that crap table
just a few minutes ago.

All right.
Let's split up.

Right.

Swindler!

- Laura Holt?
- Yes.

Norman Keyes,
Vigilance Insurance.

- Could I speak to you for a few minutes?
- Uh, I'm-

- It's about your boss.
- What about him?

He's a fraud.

Smoke bother you?

Not as much as you do.

Well, I have that effect
on people. I think it's generic.

How well do you know
Remington Steele?

I've been with him since...
he formed the agency.

Did the name Michael O'Leary
ever pop up in conversation?

- Who's Michael O'Leary?
- He is.

Under that name, he stole a painting
called The Five Nudes of Cairo.

- That's absurd.
- What about Richard Blaine? That ring any bells?

- No.
- It does with the Mexico City police.

Under than name, he's wanted
in connection with the theft...

of some jewels called
the Marchesa Collection.

Now, where did you get this stuff?

Your boss has more aliases
than a phone book.

The deeper I dig,
the dirtier he gets.

Not that I believe any of this...

but what made you pick up the shovel
in the first place, Keyes?

- You get your kicks rolling in the mud?
- Your boss stepped on my toes.

Taking the Murdock case
away from me was a mistake...

because it made me angry,
and that made me think...

and the more I thought,
the more things didn't add up.

Wait a minute.

Mr. Steele is trying to recover
the Murdock jewels for your company.

Oh, is he now?

So that's what this is all about.

You think Mr. Steele
is in on the robbery.

Honey, right now you're so clean,
people could eat off you.

But the longer you stick with him,
the grimier you get.

You're not really interested
in Mr. Steele's alleged past, are you?

- You want the jewels.
- And the thieves.

And if I can convince you that Mr. Steele
had nothing to do with the robbery-

if, in fact, Mr. Steele
can deliver you the goods-

I'll walk away a happy man.

Come on, Keyes.
I'm gonna make you so happy...

you're gonna hate yourself.

Comin'out.
Comin'out. Here they go.

Okay, babies.
Eight straight passes.

- Smile on me, darlings. Blow on 'em, sweetheart.
- Here's luck.

- Comin'out again.
- Babies!

- Come on!
- Three. Craps.

Ate ya alive.

Line down. Three, craps.

Bye-bye.

- Havin' a good time, Eddie?
- Hi, fellas.

Walk.

- What's this all about?
- You lied to Mr. Smith!

- I say, old chaps, what seems to be the problem?
- Reggie?

- There's no problem.
- Get lost, pal.

- What are you doing here?
- Looking for action.

- I guess you found it, huh?
- Who were those fellows?

- They work for a friend of mine.
- A friend?

Well, actually an acquaintance.
Must be some misunderstanding.

Hey, let's go in here where
the air's a little more unhealthy.

- Uncanny similarity.
- Sonny's got everything but Sinatra's salary.

Well, colorful community, Edward.
Do you come here often?

- Every time I have a few bucks.
- Oh, I see.

In that case, perhaps I could entice you
into another game of poker.

- Hey, I owe you.
- Uh-huh.

But I'm tapped out.

You, uh-You mean to say
the 150,000-

Que ser�, ser�.

Lovely sentiment, yes.

Listen, Edward, what about
your, uh, collateral?

Can't get my hands on it right now.

Look, Edward, old man,
I don't mean to appear dense...

but last night you told me
you could take me right to it.

- Well, I exaggerated.
- You mean you lied.

Only if I lost.

Tell me, Edward, did you
ever have any collateral?

Are you kiddin'? The stuff I had
was worth a couple mil at least...

but I hocked it.

- You hocked it?
- I needed cash for the table.

See, there's this guy in town,
he's kinda like a pawnbroker.

When you run out of legitimate credit, you
take whatever you can get your hands on to him.

No questions asked. You got 10 days
to redeem it before he sells it.

I got 30 grand for my stuff.

- You got 30 grand?
- It is a little hot.

Look, Edward, if-

if this, uh, stuff you have
is as valuable as you say it is...

I can get a lot more
than 30 grand for it.

- Yeah?
- Of course, we'll have to redeem it first, you know.

Well, that'll only take 50 thou.

Fifty thou?

Well, the guy's entitled
to make a profit, isn't he?

Who is this we're
talking about, Edward?

Name's Seymour Smith.
Works out of a suite at the Nugget.

Say, 50 thou for a high roller like you,
that isn't a problem, is it?

No, I mean, I spend as much as that
a week on tips, you know.

Put her there, partner.

Yes, well, may we each get
exactly what we deserve.

Right.

Well, this has been a lovely walking tour
of Vegas, Miss Holt...

but it appears your boss
has put one over on you.

I told you Mr. Steele
is somewhere on Grogan's trail.

He's as bent on finding
those jewels as you are.

I pity Grogan if he holds back
on Mr. Steele this time.

The boss will turn him inside out.

Isn't that great?

Steele certainly is giving him
a hard time, huh?

Why, that treacherous snake!

All right, Keyes,
how do we nail him?

I can't believe what I'm hearing!

You told Keyes
that you'd help trap me?

What was I supposed to tell him? That you
were a thief and you are a fraud?

Good point.
Well, so much for the truth.

- Time for Plan "B." Hmm.
- Which is?

Treachery and deceit.

The hounds want a fox to chase?
We shall provide one.

I'll get Keyes out of your hair while you
move on to the next phase of our master plan.

"And what's that," she asked
with a feeling of impending doom.

Raising $50,000.

$50,000?

Well, a mere bagatelle, Laura,
considering what it would buy for us:

Murdock's jewels, Grogan, a finder's fee,
and- and our reputation's restored.

- We already owe the insurance company-
- I know.

- $150,000.
- Yes.

This suite, your car
and Mildred's outfit...

put us back another small fortune.

And now you want $50,000 more?

Laura, will you listen,
for heaven's sake!

Grogan gave the jewels to a quasi-pawnbroker.
We have to get them out of hock.

Why not just steal
the damn things back?

I'm absolutely shocked.

Actually, I've thought about it,
but it's a bit too risky.

Anyway, I told Grogan I'd meet him
tonight at 6:00 to reclaim the jewels.

6:00? Couldn't you make it a little later?

No, he has to get out of town. And besides
that, he's got two nasty characters after him.

Now, I've had Mildred draw up
our financial situation.

Mildred, will you
come in here, please?

Yes, Mr. Steele?

Mildred, will you explain to Miss Holt
our financial situation here?

Total assets of the agency
top out at 72,000 or thereabouts.

- See? We can swing it.
- And how much can we get our hands on...

say, by 6:00 tonight?

Quick current assets: 3,420.

Not exactly what I'd call bullish.

All right, all right, all right.
Everybody, empty your pockets.

- What?
- Just do it.

It's time for the old
math major to go to work.

Mildred, I want you to run down to the
newsstand and get me a book on casino odds.

- I need to refresh my memory.
- Well, I need a couple of bucks.

- Charge it to the room. I need every cent.
- Laura, look-

I would rather face the odds than Vigilance
Insurance if we don't get these jewels back.

Now, if you have any better suggestion,
I'd be glad to hear it.

All right.
What do we do about Keyes?

Call for Mr. Norman Keyes.
Mr. Norman Keyes?

- Call for Mr. Keyes.
- Here you are. I'm Keyes.

Okay, sir.
You can take your call right here, sir.

- Thank you.
- Yes, sir.

- Keyes here.
- Holt.

- What do you got for me?
- He's on his way down.

Called for his car. He wouldn't
say where he's going...

but I've got a feeling
it's important.

All right, I got him.
We'll talk later.

I got you a few.

$186.23.

It's not much of a stake,
but it's better than nothing.

Are you sure you know
what you're doing?

Of course not, Mildred, but when
has that stopped us before?

Good point.

All right, we're trailing that Corvette, only
we don't want him to know he's being trailed.

- You got it?
- Yes, sir.

- I think I'm ready.
- Oh, Miss Holt...

remember what happened
to me in Cannes?

- Maybe we should just-
- My chips, Mildred. Come on.

Hit.

Hit.

You hit on 16?

- You can stay on one condition, Mildred.
- What's that?

- You have to shut up.
- Good point.

What do they call
this part of town?

The desert.

You are the coolest cucumber
I've ever seen. You're fantastic.

I have a mathematical appreciation
for the game, Mildred.

I don't understand
the emotional component.

Well, this has been very profitable,
but it's moving much too slowly.

- Collect the chips, Mildred.
- Here you go, Tim.

Sorry. We need every sou.
Catch you later.

We're up to $65, sir.

I can read.
And quit calling me sir.

Reshuffling, reloading
the chips. Five hundred.

There you are.

I don't know this game,
Miss Holt.

I played baccarat
for 12 straight hours in Cannes...

won and lost
tens of thousands of dollars...

and I still don't know
the first thing about it.

It's very simple, Mildred. You either bet
on the player or you bet on the bank.

It appears that's all
there is to it. I'm game.

Okay.

That'll be a dollar.

- Is there a back door here?
- Yes, sir. Right through there.

He drove all the way
to Hoover Dam to buy postcards?

Don't hold me up!
Put it right down there!

Laura!

All right, put everything
behind the pass line, Mildred!

Oh, Miss Holt, that's $30,000!

- Come on, Mildred, play it out there now!
- Oh, my God!

- Laura!
- Hah!

Laura!

Hey, hey! Don't interrupt her now.
She's held the dice for 15 minutes!

It's the best streak I've ever seen!

Laura! Laura! Laura!
Laura, stop, please!

- What are you doing?
- Just please stop!

- Mildred, how much are we ahead?
- 60,000!

- 60,000?
- Let me go! I can't miss!

Laura, please!
Just hold on a second, please!

- You don't know what you're doing! You can stop!
- These people need me!

You can stop!
You don't have to do it!

Laura, you don't know what you're doing!
You need sleep! You don't understand!

- Sleep is for cowards!
- Don't bite me, Laura!

Let me go!
You can't do this to me!

- The lady retires! The lady retires!
- No! No! No!

- Good night.
- No! Mildred! No!

Mildred! No! No!

No! No!

Grogan's late.

- I owe you an apology.
- Hmm?

I acted quite unprofessionally
a few minutes ago.

Well, it's only natural, Laura.
You were on a fantastic streak.

I embarrassed myself.

You're remarkable.

You save our hides by parlaying
a pocketful of change into $60,000...

and then you get upset
because you get a little carried away.

I was willing to risk
everything on the next roll.

Just makes you human, Laura.

Appealingly human.

- Hello, Grogan.
- Murdock.

You were supposed to return the jewels.
Now, where are they?

- Well, you owe me 10 grand.
- You're a prize.

You double-cross me, and you still
want the rest of your money?

Listen, you miserable twerp, you're lucky
I don't blow your worthless head off!

- I want the jewels.
- I haven't got 'em.

But I can get 'em.

Well, perhaps I should visit
this pawnbroker myself.

I think the issue
just became moot.

Pick a card.!

- Miss Holt!
- Mr. Keyes, where have you been?

- I thought you were-
- Never mind that. Was that Steele just now?

- I tried to stall him.
- Hey, come on. If we hurry, we can follow him.

- I can feel the noose tightening.
- Oh.

$500. Don't feel too badly.

After all, you're not
selling it outright.

You come back within 10 days...

with a thousand dollars,
and it's yours again.

Poor suckers will never learn.

Thank God.

- Smith.
- Mr. Smith, I'm a blackjack dealer over at the D.I.

- Word's out you're looking for Eddie Grogan.
- That's right.

Well, I'm eyeballing him right now...

and he's spending dough
like a crazy man.

You drop by tomorrow.
There'll be something for you.

Thank you, sir.

Grogan's at the D.I.

- Eddie, what's this all about?
- The jewels.

The jewels?
You're kidding, Eddie.

Come on.
This is a gag, huh?

Get them.

Mister, you've gotta be crazy.
Those jewels are-

I know all about them.
Get them!

You and your pal are dead, Grogan.

You know that, don't ya?

You know that, don't ya?

Mr. Smith?

Hello? Hello, Mr. -

Well, well.

I know this doesn't look good.

Call the police.

The longer you wait, Miss Holt, the more
I'm gonna think you're part of this.

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

I have one piece
of advice for you, Mr. Steele.

- Yeah?
- Run.

Okay.

Eddie! Eddie!
What happened? Eddie?

- Here, Reggie. They're all yours.
- What?

Damn you!
Grogan, come back here!

- Eddie!
- Give it to me!

- What the hell do you want?
- The case.

Wrong case!

Steele! Steele!
You shouldn't have killed Smith.

Steele, you're going away
for a long time.

- He killed Seymour?
- That's right! He shot him!

Oh, my God!

Oh! Wait a minute!
Wait! No! Wait! Wait!

No! No!

Well, easy come-

Okay, Eddie...

looks like these jewels are
going back where they belong.

That's right. And with you two
finally gone, that'll be the end of it.

Eddie, never, never
bet against the house, mate.

They're really paste?

Absolutely.

This whole thing
was about fake jewels?

It turns out Murdock has been doing
some heavy gambling of his own, Mildred-

speculating
in the commodities market.

And so, to cover his losses, he sold the original
jewelry and replaced it with paste...

so neither his wife nor anyone else
would suspect that he was in trouble.

When things got worse,
Murdock hired Grogan...

to steal the jewels
for the insurance money.

Yeah, but he didn't tell
Grogan the jewels were fake.

He just gave him instructions on how
to pull off the robbery and told him...

"Just return the stuff the next day. "

But Grogan, thinking that they were real,
double-crossed Murdock.

Right. So he gave them
to Smith to hold for $30,000.

Smith took a closer look at them and thought
that Eddie was trying to double-cross him.

Murdock came to Las Vegas because he'd
be ruined if the fakes were recovered.

So Smith lost his life for paste jewelry.

I gotta get back to the home office.

Incidentally, I spoke
to Mr. Capstone, our president.

He said since you saved us
a two-and-a-half-million-dollar payout...

you can forget
the 150,000 you owe us.

- Hah!
- Ooh, what about the finder's fee?

Finder's fee? What, on paste?

A memento.
Are you a betting man?

Uh, Miss Holt is the gambler
of the organization.

Well, I'll be willing to lay you odds...

I'll be seeing you again, Steele.

Or whoever you are.

What-What did he
mean by that?

Hmm? Oh, every good detective
has many faces, Mildred. Many.

- That's it.
- Where are you going?

- To cry.
- Oh.

We had all that money.

Well, we still have
about $10,000 left over...

which should just about cover
our Las Vegas expenses.

Colorful community,
Miss Holt. Shall we?

I must say, it looks
awfully real, doesn't it?

You could probably palm it off
on some poor, unsuspecting soul.

If I'm not careful, Miss Holt,
you could make an honest man out of me.

I'm counting on it, Mr. Steele.

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