Las Vegas s01e08 Episode Script
Luck Be a Lady
[Energetic instrumental music.]
[People chattering.]
Happy birthday, you.
GIRLS: Hi, Mikey.
MIKE: Hello, ladies.
All right, Lani, I talked to Delinda and asked her to take special care of you ladies tonight at Mystique.
[All gasping.]
Thank you so much.
- Anything for you.
Happy birthday.
- Thank you.
MIKE: All right.
LANl: Goodbye.
GIRL: Awesome! ED: The entrances DANNY: Done.
- Did you check the rear - Done.
Danny.
Do not interrupt me.
It really pisses me off.
Ed, Janet Ellis is a one-time-only headliner.
I get that, okay? This isn't the only major concert I've ever handled.
MAN: [On radio.]
We've been tracking a suspicious woman near the VIP entrance.
One leather jacket, two sidekicks.
ED: Are you listening to me, or am I talking for my health? Yeah.
I mean, no, I'm listening.
[Dramatic instrumental music.]
MAN: We got a gun.
MAN: [On radio.]
Security to the floor, now.
She's reaching for a 9 mm in her purse.
Gun! [People exclaiming.]
[Danny grunting.]
[All exclaiming nervously.]
- What's the matter with you, kid? - She's got a gun.
Hey, Sandy.
Sandy? Ed.
Thank you.
You know her? I'm his wife.
[Theme music.]
[Cheerful jazzy instrumental music.]
WOMAN 1: Look, it's Janet Ellis.
WOMAN 2: Where? I love her! [People cheering.]
SAM: So I've heard nothing but good things about Janet Ellis.
- Shut up.
- Smile pretty.
[Kiki barking.]
MARY: Hello, Miss Ellis.
I'm Mary Connell.
Quickly, darling.
Kiki and I cannot take this desert heat.
Really? The Montecito would like to thank you for starting the world tour here.
Darling, have you got any Evian? The last time I was here someone gave Kiki tap water.
MARY: Really? JANET: Tap water.
MIKE: How was it out on the links today, Mr.
Brunson? Hot, Mike, damn hot.
MIKE: Listen, I'll have your clubs brought right up to your room.
MIKE: Thank you, sir.
BRUNSON: Thanks.
- Sam.
- Thanks, Mike.
Mr.
Brunson, I am so glad I caught you.
Samantha Jane.
Hello.
Sam's fine.
I just wanted to let you know that we've made our private gambling parlour available to you.
So you want to be called Sam? I'm sorry.
No, it's fine.
So any word on my peppermint candy cane ice cream? Yes.
Bonnet's the only company that makes it - and they're gonna get back to you.
- That's great.
Thanks.
BRUNSON: And as far as the gambling's concerned majority of mine's done in the boardroom.
Maybe a little later, though.
SAM: If I could just MAN: Sir, I need your signature on this paper.
SAM: Mr.
Brunson, to be blunt Hi.
My bosses have been asking me if you intend to gamble at all during your stay here at the Montecito.
We all have bosses.
- I don't, but - Of course.
SAM: You see, sir, it's just that with a stay in one of our mansions comes an expectation of play.
Tell your bosses, "Soon.
" Soon? Yes, sir.
Could I tell them when "soon" is and how long you intend to stay? Well, soon is soon and I plan on staying a while.
Okay.
"Soon is soon.
" SANDRA: Gavin Brunson, Brunson Holdings.
Forbes Top Ten.
Great catch for the Montecito.
Yeah, it sure would be, if he gambled.
ED: This guy's been holed up in one of my mansions for the past couple of weeks.
Hey, Eddie.
SANDRA: Not a lot of pleasantries for your old CIA partner.
"Where you been? What you doing?" That sort of thing.
Right.
About that, I mean, that particular subject my wife.
How many times was it? We must have posed as a married couple on ops at least Once.
At least once.
One time only.
Once, for two years.
Two really fun years.
Don't worry, sweetie.
I'm not here for you.
SANDRA: Whatever Jillian might think.
Not here for your job, either.
Thank the good Lord for that.
Janet Ellis, VIP concert.
Your firm is handling that detail? You could say that.
ED: So you are heading security for a pop princess.
That's interesting.
I like that.
DANNY: Ed, you there? SANDRA: Bet you do.
ED: Come in.
Everything okay? [Ed grunts affirmatively.]
Danny.
It's nice to meet you under less aggressive circumstances.
Yeah, I'm sorry about that.
It's just, we were I heard, "She's got a gun.
" Sandra here will be heading the Janet Ellis detail and she's gonna need your full cooperation.
She'll need access to all the theatre areas.
Pleasure meeting you, Danny.
And now, Danny.
Nice to meet you, too, Miss Edelman.
- Sandra.
- Sandra.
[Fast-paced rock instrumental music.]
Happy 21st birthday, Lani.
[Girls exclaiming.]
That is so awesome of you, Delinda.
Thank you.
DELINDA: Make a wish.
Okay.
[All cheering.]
GIRL: Happy birthday.
LANl: Thank you.
And this is mine.
[All gasping.]
Thank you.
Oh, my God! I took the liberty of bringing these dresses to the back room.
I love this.
Don't you just love this, Kiki? That's a great piece.
I have the same one in grey.
SALESGIRL: These aren't being shown until next week.
I have a few others.
I'll be right back.
What's it like to always have everyone kiss your ass? You know something? No one's ever asked me that before.
[Kiki growling.]
It's great.
- Bit much, isn't it? - Little much, yeah.
No.
MARY: Now that is something else.
JANET: So MARY: Mary.
Mary.
Do you know what I just realised? - What? - I just realised that I like you.
JANET: In fact, you are going to be my and Kiki's new best friend.
JANET: Kiki, say hello to your Auntie Mary.
MARY: Hello, there, Kiki.
JANET: Say hello to Auntie Mary.
PHOTOGRAPHER: Janet Ellis.
Over here.
MARY: Excuse me, sir.
MARY: Excuse me.
Sorry about that.
- Hi.
- How are you? Good evening, gentlemen.
We're the Maloofs.
Do you have a table for us, please? Sorry, but you don't have a reservation.
GAVIN: You've heard of us.
We own the Sacramento Kings.
We're always in the play-offs.
DELINDA: Really? GEORGE: The Palms Casino? Ghost Bar? Rain? Think we're practically neighbours.
So what you're saying is you're totally booked solid.
I didn't say that.
But you don't have a reservation.
Hey, beautiful.
Dinner was great as usual.
DELINDA: Thanks, baby.
PHIL: Hey, Mike.
MIKE: Hey, Phil.
How you doing? You got your brother Joe.
The whole Maloof clan is out tonight.
What's up, guys? - So you know these guys? - Yeah, these guys are cool.
DELINDA: Why didn't you say you were friends of Mike's? Enjoy Mystique, gentlemen.
JOE: Thanks a lot.
See you later.
MIKE: All right.
ED: You know what's funny is that at first I couldn't get in here to eat and now I can't eat anywhere else.
Honey, she's just so proud of what she's done with the place.
I'm proud of her, too.
Are we still on for tennis tomorrow? Sure.
Why wouldn't we be? No reason.
What are you not telling me, Eddie? What? Nothing.
Okay.
You remember Sandra Edelman? ED: Anyway, she came into town and You remember how she used to like to play tennis? She was a nut.
Tennis, tennis, tennis.
ED: So I actually thought it'd be nice if, you know, we invited her to play with us.
I didn't realise you two still stayed in touch.
We don't stay in touch.
I mean, I don't.
I didn't.
I mean, she just happened to come into the Montecito on business and I think that I probably mentioned that we were gonna play or something.
You somehow mentioned? Quite honestly, I think I'm pretty sure she invited herself.
[Scoffs.]
Honey, we worked together.
And very closely, as I recall.
Come on.
I mean, it was forever ago.
I didn't have a choice.
We were partners.
What? Okay, 10, 9 GIRL 1: Happy 21st, Lani! GIRL 2: Happy birthday, Lani.
GIRL 3: Make a birthday wish, Lani! GIRL 4: Make a big wish.
LANl: I know what I wish for.
[Lani gasps.]
[All screaming.]
You won a $100,000! It's you! That's crazy! It's great! GIRL: Lani, give him your ID! MIKE: Open this! Open this up.
How does this work? How do I get my $100,000? Let me find Nessa, and she'll take Here she is.
GIRL 1: Amazing.
[All screaming.]
MIKE: Nessa! Miss Catlin, I'm very sorry to tell you this but the slot's computer says you pulled the handle at 11:57.
NESSA: You were still 20.
Underage.
[All exclaiming in dismay.]
But it's after midnight.
My watch, I mean There aren't any clocks in here.
I'm sorry.
[All clamouring.]
DANNY: What's going on? You better do something, man, before there is a riot.
Pay her, damn it! Pay her! ALL: [Chanting.]
Pay her! - Pay her! - Everything's gonna be [Chanting continues.]
[People chattering excitedly.]
- I'm sorry, Lani.
- I didn't do anything wrong, Mike.
I swear, I thought it was midnight.
It was only three minutes.
Look, I'll catch up to you inside, okay? Come on, Ness.
Three minutes? Three minutes, three months.
It doesn't matter to the gaming commission.
She's local.
Her brother went to college with me.
There's gotta be a way we can make this happen for her.
No one knows the numbers on the locals better than I do.
Three visits a week, $40 a visit.
I get it.
- There's nothing I can do.
- She's getting screwed.
Come on, Ness.
There's gotta be something.
There's gotta be something you can do.
I'll try.
That's all I can promise.
Your car, front-row parking for a month.
MIKE: Thank you, sweetie.
The natives are a little less restless.
Everything should be cool.
- I gotta head back to the surveillance room.
- Thank you.
So what's the deal with Ed and Sandra? I don't know.
You seem to think I'm a walking repository of Ed Deline biographical data.
You've known him longer than I have.
Come on.
Fine, all right? Don't tell me.
I never met her before.
See, look at you.
You can't even say it with a straight face.
Only because I find your conspiracy theories so amusing.
[Energetic instrumental music.]
Here you go.
Is that Brunson still camped out at the mansion? Yeah, he's making himself at home.
He brought his own furniture last night and put ours in the hallway.
- He brought in his furniture? - Yeah.
- He's out of here.
- He'll be gone by tomorrow.
DANNY: How's Sandra? ED: I didn't ask.
ED: But you know what concerned me? ED: I was thinking, "Why did she herself come to Vegas "for this particular concert?" ED: So I started doing a little checking.
ED: I come to find out that this Janet Ellis is having some stalker problems over the last three months or so.
DANNY: Sandra didn't tell you? ED: No.
DANNY: Maybe they already took care of it.
ED: Yeah, maybe, but just in case run all the concert ticket holders against that profile.
ED: You know, records past offenders, TROs, that stuff.
DANNY: That'll take me as long as it'll take you to play two sets.
DANNY: You got anything else? Little too much free time, have you? So, let's see.
Yeah, you can run the 6,153 guests we have staying here.
Maybe that'll give me time to play three matches.
Nice day.
[Light instrumental music.]
Mr.
Brunson doesn't want to converse right now.
In that case, I'll have to tell him he has no choice.
I don't think you understand.
- Samantha Jane.
- Mr.
Brunson.
Be succinct.
And don't touch him.
He doesn't like to be touched.
I wanted to put in a good word for one of your employees.
Scott something.
What was Scott's last name? - Thompson.
- Yeah, Scott Thompson.
Brought this TV over here so I could watch the game.
And this extra-large ashtray.
So, any word on the ice cream? Yes, actually.
Peppermint candy cane is a season flavour.
BRUNSON: Yes! You see, Mr.
Brunson, that means that Bonnet's Ice Cream would have to reconfigure their whole entire flavour schedule and marketing plan just to accommodate your order.
That a problem? [People cheering on TV.]
Mr.
Brunson we're gonna have to ask you to vacate your suite.
Sir, how would you like me to react? You know, Sam See? I remembered to call you Sam.
I am really starting to like this place and you have a lot to do with that.
Thank you, sir.
We're gonna need you out by tonight.
Here.
Give this to the bartender.
BRUNSON: Excuse me.
The beautiful and charming Sam here has agreed to buy everyone a drink.
[All cheering and applauding.]
MAN: Thanks, Sam.
That's funny.
You may be joking around, Mr.
Brunson.
We are not.
See, I just missed that play.
SECRETARY: Sir, I'll call NBC and have them replay it.
ED: Oh, God.
SANDRA: Great serve, Jillian.
You've certainly improved over the years.
JILLIAN: You have no idea.
Actually, I have lots of time to practice, though, you know not being a career gal and all that.
Don't sell yourself short.
Raising a kid's a full-time job.
Especially Delinda.
[Ed grunts.]
SANDRA: You know, Eddie used to be a really hot player.
I didn't realise you two had played before.
Are we playing or what? But then it must have been work-related? I don't think we were working, were we? No, I don't think it was work.
[Stammering.]
No, it was work.
What am I, a ball machine here? Hold it.
[Cell phone ringing.]
Telephone.
ED: Yeah? All right, 15 minutes.
ED: I'm sorry.
This Janet Ellis thing I don't know.
Danny's got something.
Sorry, honey.
JILLIAN: It's okay.
SANDRA: What's going on? ED: Got a meeting back in the office, I'll meet you at Mystique for dinner tonight.
Okay, sweetie? Really sorry we didn't get to play a game.
Would have been interesting.
You have a good lunch.
[Sandra exclaims.]
Sorry.
JILLIAN: I'll see you tonight, honey! ED: Right.
These flowers are They're beautiful.
Who sent them? Honey, I don't even know.
I get so many of those things, I don't even look any more.
That's terrible, isn't it? Mary, come on now.
Honest opinion.
How do I look? [Kiki whining.]
[Janet humming.]
Makes your ass look big.
[Kiki barking.]
Damn.
JANET: Somebody! [Kiki howling.]
Look, get me out of this.
I can't possibly go on stage with this.
JANET: Honey, you want to have a latte? I love that girl! [People chattering excitedly.]
I read the note.
Does Janet have a stalker? DANNY: I gave the note to Ed.
It's under control.
If I didn't think you'd be safe, you think I'd let you hang with her? MARY: Let me? DANNY: Well, you [Mary laughing.]
- I gotta - Brunson is still in the suite.
SAM: I've 20 VIPs coming for the Janet concert.
SAM: Did you hear me? DANNY: Yes.
- Is it about him? - It's about something else.
MAN: Nice ass.
SAM: What's up, you little bitch? Easy there, champ.
Okay? Come here.
- Apologise.
- I'm sorry.
DANNY: I'll help you with Brunson SAM: You're lucky.
DANNY: Go see Ed in 10 minutes.
I checked everyone attending tonight's show with your stalker profile.
DANNY: I got a couple of matches.
SANDRA: Janet's my responsibility.
SANDRA: You don't need to get into this.
She know she has a stalker? Okay, Ed.
The guy thinks he's married to her.
Janet Ellis has been out of circulation for three years.
This is the first date of her new tour.
That's why I'm here.
Yeah, so why didn't you tell me this in the first place? It was need-to-know.
You taught me that.
This is the Montecito, and I need to know.
You're right.
I'm sorry.
- Yeah.
- Gotta go check on Janet.
[Ed groans.]
Here.
What do we know about the profile matches? - They're both Sam's clients.
- Where the hell is she? SAM: Right here.
ED: Good.
ED: Listen, I need to talk to two of your clients.
- Okay, who? - Okay, who? Nomura and Trevathan.
They're both going to the concert.
They're both gonna need diversions tonight away from the event.
So, I need you to find out something else they'd care to do and I need you to run Nomura and Trevathan.
ED: Yeah, I need those names run by Sandra to see if they've ever crossed paths with Janet Ellis.
It's a security issue.
- Are they in some kind of danger? - No, they're not in any danger.
[Cell phone ringing.]
That's all I can tell you, okay? Ed, I worked really hard to poach them from Mandalay Bay, so I'd just like to This is Sam.
[Grunts affirmatively.]
Wait.
The loading dock? How's that my problem? No, call receiving.
What? Special delivery for who? I'm on my way.
[Horn honking.]
MAN: Guys, can't have you blocking my driveway.
- Here you go, buddy.
- Wait.
Excuse me.
What is this? No.
Here.
We don't need this.
You need to move your truck out of the way right now.
Look, lady, we got a job to do.
You wanna be responsible for getting us fired? - Who's gonna fire you? - Mr.
Brunson just bought our company.
Had us make this peppermint special for him.
Supposed to deliver one tub to him by hand and give a tub to a Sam.
By the way, know where he is? DELIVERY MAN: No problem.
We'll find him.
I'm Sam.
Come again, lady? I am Sam.
That was easy.
Load them up, guys.
We're out of here.
Listen, no, I don't MAN: Let's move it! PRODUCER: Show's starting in three hours.
Let's move it, people.
Janet Ellis does not take this stage until I find this guy.
I'm serious.
If I don't have him in my hands, she does not sing.
We're gonna get him.
Look, I'm sorry I kept you in the dark.
Listen, I'm assuming she still doesn't know there's a stalker and I can't, for God's sakes, understand why you're keeping her in the dark.
Contractually, I'm not allowed to tell her.
She's been known to have anxiety issues.
Her management team doesn't want to upset her.
SANDRA: Hello.
ED: Why don't you wait till we are standing on it? Moron.
Listen, I need more time.
I'm running IDs on all the ticket holders and facial scans when they come through the metal detectors.
Janet has never taken the stage on time in her career.
[Cell phone ringing.]
We can easily delay the show 45 minutes.
Excuse me.
Good.
Yeah? Okay, good.
Nomura's out and the other guy, Sam's locating him now.
Eddie, kind of like old times, huh? SANDRA: Working side by side with your wife? That would be pretend wife, Sandy.
I never faked it.
[Firecrackers exploding on stage.]
PRODUCER: No! PRODUCER: Do you realise how close we are to curtain? [Upbeat pop music playing.]
So what's going on? Nothing is going on.
What's going on with Brunson? Besides the ice cream and furniture and the fact that he's still here? I'm gonna do you a special favour.
I'll talk to him about his manners.
Yeah, he's out tonight.
Whether he's packed or not.
Way to go there, big guy.
Hi, Ed.
Been looking all over for you.
ED: Penn and Teller.
I was just in the middle of something.
It'll take a second.
We just need you to call the guys down front.
- What for? - They won't let us bring our chain saws in.
This may sound stupid, but why would you need a chain saw? You'd love it, Ed.
First, we have Teller lie down and then right there, just saw him in half.
PENN: Very cool.
- Okay.
- So, about the chain saws? It's for a private party in Mr.
Brunson's suite.
- Okay.
- Thanks.
Please.
A deal's a deal.
Get Mr.
Ice Cream out by tonight.
So what about the probables? Are they gonna be at the concert? Mr.
Nomura's on the jet headed for our skybox at the Raiders game and I'm about to go talk to Mr.
Trevathan right now.
SAM: You owe me.
DANNY: I always do.
Mr.
Trevathan.
SAM: Has red 12 hit for you yet today? CROUPIER: Eight, black and even.
Not yet.
"Yet" being the key word.
NESSA: In black and white in today's afternoon paper: "The Montecito stiffs local.
" I've got a mate at KPJT said they sent the story over to NBC.
We're gonna be swimming in bad press by morning.
It was three minutes, Ed.
I know rules are rules, but we have to do something.
- What do you suggest? - What can we give her? TREVATHAN: Yes! Red 12! [Laughing excitedly.]
- What? - What can we give her? - What does she want? - I don't know.
Find out, will you? NESSA: Okay.
ED: Okay.
Come on, 12.
One more time.
Daddy needs a new five-series.
Mr.
Trevathan, how would you like tickets to Cher? It's really her last concert.
Front row, centre.
Close enough to touch her feather boas.
Twelve, red and even.
[Exclaiming.]
WOMAN: How much is that now, honey? MAN: That's like $40,000 or $45,000.
WOMAN: $40,000, $45,000? TREVATHAN: Colour me up.
CROUPIER: You're sure? Thank you very much, but you're streaking hot.
I'm sure.
"Be happy with the five-series.
" That's what I promised myself.
- Yes.
- Happy with the five-series.
We'd like to offer you use of our mansion at Lake Tahoe for the weekend.
How does that sound? Sam, I'd love to help you out, but to tell you the truth I would like nothing better than to celebrate this little run of mine with a Janet Ellis concert.
You know as well as anyone that it's been a while since Lady Luck's been on my dance card.
- Is it gonna be a problem? - No, of course not.
Congratulations.
[Chuckling.]
TREVATHAN: Yeah.
DELINDA: I'm so sorry.
The restaurant's closed for a private party.
Hey.
Is Brunson in there? Let me know if you can't find him.
[Swing music playing.]
- Mr.
Brunson - I know what you're thinking.
"Hasn't this guy ever heard of room service?" The answer is yes, I have.
And the Montecito's is excellent.
But in my room, I'd miss out on all the ambience.
BRUNSON: Besides DANNY: Mr.
Brunson, enough.
- You may be the friendliest guy in the world - I sure try.
- The ninth-richest guy in the world.
- Seventh.
You're out of here.
You've taken advantage of the Montecito's hospitality long enough.
- You mean I've been comped? - Yes.
- What's the rack rate? - $22,000 a night.
- Not available.
- I'll pay $50,000.
At any price.
You think they're serious? Tonight.
You'll see how serious.
BRUNSON: I want to speak to your boss.
DANNY: Tonight.
[Swing music continues playing.]
Hi.
Thanks for meeting me tonight, Lani.
Am I in trouble? I'm really sorry.
I did think it was after midnight when I played that slot machine.
You're not in trouble at all.
Quite the opposite.
NESSA: We all feel like you got the raw end of this and we want to make it right by you.
So, what's your Vegas dream? My major at UNLV is theatre and, really, acting is all I've ever wanted to do.
GUARD: Arms up, Mr.
Trevathan.
GUARD: Sorry, Mr.
Trevathan.
GUARD: Would you turn around, sir? Arms up again.
DANNY: They're searching Trevathan now, but I think I found our guy.
He's wearing a Janet Ellis hat and a Hey! [People cheering loudly.]
MAN: Get out of my way, please.
I gotta go.
[Fast-paced instrumental music.]
DANNY: Thanks.
MIKE: Viva Las Vegas, baby.
MAN: Don't break my fingers.
Okay, it's in my shirt, the right side.
I didn't know, I swear.
I mean, I knew it was a fake.
I just wanted to see the show.
MAN: Please, don't hurt me.
MIKE: Fake ticket.
We're not gonna hurt you.
The guy told me that I'd never get caught.
I'm sorry.
God.
Damn.
Get this guy off the premises.
You think I could just catch the show first? MIKE: Just catch some clean underwear.
I'm gonna go.
I'm going.
[Mary giggling.]
Did he get you? MARY: Going to get Janet Ellis's dog, Kiki from her dressing room, in his Louis Vuitton carrying bag.
She's warming up.
The show's still on, right? DANNY: Yeah.
MARY: Okay.
See you backstage.
MIKE: See you, Mary.
MARY: See you.
MIKE: Great to see you, Mary.
Wonderful to DANNY: Hey.
I can't be cordial? Do you feel threatened by our friendship? [Door opening.]
[Suspenseful instrumental music.]
Hello? Kiki? [Whistles.]
Come here, boy.
[Cell phone dialling.]
Yeah, you better get down here now.
[Suspenseful instrumental music continues.]
Where's security? Where's Janet? What? I didn't touch anything.
All right.
I want an exact location on Janet Ellis, now.
[Suspenseful instrumental music intensifies.]
[Kiki growls.]
[Sighs.]
[Danny chuckling.]
DANNY: You scared the crap out of us, you.
SANDRA: Ed? Sandra, over here.
What's up? Show's cancelled.
SANDRA: Are you out of your mind? No, I'm just trying to protect the singer.
I've got four three-man teams protecting her person.
I've got undercovers in the audience.
I know.
A damn fine crack team they are, too, I might add.
Since someone just strolled into her dressing room and tried to serve up Fido for dinner.
ED: What? SANDRA: Corporate synergy at its finest.
SANDRA: Company that owns Montecito Resort Group hired me not only to protect Janet but to protect their investment.
No cops, no bad press.
I'm here to make sure this concert happens.
SANDRA: It's not me, Ed.
This is coming from the board.
This is coming from me.
This guy is delusional.
He's got that relationship fixation thing.
Erotomania.
That thing.
But then, now this dog thing, right? That's secondary.
There's a violent pathology there.
Listen to me.
The guy is making his move tonight.
I know it for sure.
ED: He's gonna want to get close to her, so small handgun, knife.
He's gonna try to talk to her, but he's gonna want to see her eyes.
Mitch, rewind 12 for me, will you? [Keyboard tapping.]
SANDRA: Makes sense.
Orchestra pit's about as close as you're gonna get to her.
Danny, check every single instrument that comes through that door.
You hear me? ED: The cases.
DANNY: Yeah, I see it.
I'm on my way there now.
JILLIAN: Danny.
DANNY: Mrs.
D.
JILLIAN: Hi.
DANNY: How are you? - Looks like a busy night.
- Yeah.
Look, I know Ed really wanted to join you for dinner tonight.
It's not the first time he stood me up, it won't be the last.
Yeah, I know.
But still, I'm sorry.
- Can I get you anything? - No.
I'm gonna stop in and see Delinda.
I'd love to join you, but I got to run.
- Danny? - Yeah? You're a sweetheart.
So did you get a chance to talk to Lani? NESSA: Yeah, you're right.
She's lovely.
DELINDA: So? NESSA: It's not gonna work out, Delinda.
We can't just pay out the jackpot.
The gaming commission will have our hides.
DELINDA: So she gets nothing.
NESSA: I didn't say that.
I'm trying to think of something we can do for her.
WAITER: Hi, Mrs.
D.
JILLIAN: My two girls.
DELINDA: Hi, Mom.
JILLIAN: Hi, sweetie.
DELINDA: Where's Daddy? Don't ask.
DANNY: Ed, I checked all the instrument cases.
Everything looks clean.
If this guy's got a weapon, it's not here.
Wait, hold.
Give me a minute.
- Excuse me.
- Yeah, kind of busy.
Why is that case over here not with the rest of them? The new guy must have left it.
Old Mr.
Trombone Guy calls in sick.
This new guy shows up.
Of course, no rehearsal.
So there's a new guy in the orchestra tonight? Was he cleared by security? Now, isn't it your job to know that? [Suspenseful instrumental music.]
Ed, the guy had a gun hidden in the trombone case.
Looks like a 9 mm from the cutout.
Our stalker is a fill-in trombone player.
Hey.
- What's going on, Danny? - Everything's fine.
Do me a favour.
Keep Janet in her dressing room till we start the show.
DANNY: Thank you.
Yes! I am ready! JANET: Let's do this! MARY: Do what? You're ready to go out there? Honey, I know it usually takes me a while to get psyched up, but I'm ready.
I don't know if it's being back in Las Vegas the Montecito or you! - Me? - But I am ready to do this.
JANET: Come on.
MARY: You can't go out there yet.
Why? What? I'm gonna be real honest with you here, Janet.
What? You look much hotter in that other dress.
MARY: Get a load of this.
Here we go.
[Janet exclaiming.]
People! [Suspenseful instrumental music.]
ED: Tell Danny to get up top.
[People exclaiming.]
Danny, I held her as long as I could.
Janet Ellis is headed for the stage now.
[Crowd cheering.]
[Band playing upbeat music.]
[Crowd cheering.]
He's backstage now.
JANET: Hello, Las Vegas! [Crowd cheering.]
JANET: [Singing.]
Less talk, more action I met a boy in Paris And he was dope A little bit of Franglais, was all I spoke But on body language we got by And the little twinkle in his eye.
The boy licked my lollipop He licked it good Tutti frutti had me giving More than I could With no corny words to turn me off No need for voulez voulez couchez moi [Crowd cheering.]
JANET: [Singing.]
A little less chat, a little more fight, would do us good A little less yadda yadda Less talk, more action [Firecrackers exploding on stage.]
JANET: [Singing.]
My boy's not the cleverest in the rank He may have a few bubbles in his think tank [Grunting.]
SANDRA: Nice one, Ed.
[Singing.]
Don't need no supercalifragilistic man ED: We're clear.
ED: You good? SANDRA: Yeah, my team's coming in.
[Singing.]
Sometimes a boy is better seen than heard A little less yadda yadda Less talk, more action Still make a good team, don't we? Yeah, we always did.
SANDRA: You know, we never did have that honeymoon.
Where's Ed Deline? I asked to speak with him.
I just spoke to him.
He's on his way.
We'll be dropping you off at McCarran.
- No rush.
- Actually, there is.
CROUPIER: Seven! Winner! BRUNSON: The legendary Ed Deline.
Gavin Brunson.
It's good to finally meet you.
ED: Nice to meet you.
I have to say you run a very tight ship.
Incredibly loyal staff.
I'm really enjoying my time here.
Excuse me, sir.
You've enjoyed your time here.
I want you to have a safe trip.
Sort of a mano a mano thing.
I like that.
You like that? I think you're gonna love this.
ED: Would you escort this gentleman out of here, please? Don't want you to miss your plane.
Sam, have my bags brought back up to my room and make me a reservation at Mystique tonight.
See, I'm kind of thinking that you haven't been hearing me.
Actually I heard you perfectly, Ed.
I really liked the way you handled that Janet Ellis situation.
I think you do a hell of a job.
Which is why I'm gonna let you keep it.
Would you kind of run that by me again? This trip of mine was an exercise in due diligence.
ED: I see.
Can't really get a feel for an investment off a stack of papers.
I've purchased controlling interest in the Montecito Resort group.
First order of business.
These so-called whales are only valuable when they're gambling.
You draw a line in the sand.
Couple of weeks of freebies, it's a little long.
But not bad.
We'll work on that.
Won't we, Ed? BRUNSON: Here are the new corporate bylaws.
You have operational control of the Montecito.
My man in Vegas.
ED: Just a sec.
- I would have complete control - Operational control in my absence.
Can I get my bags back upstairs, please? One more second.
Would that mean a raise? I suppose it does.
Well then, thank you, boss.
[Sam giggling.]
I'll be with Ed.
Ed, Wait up.
So, remember, everyone can enjoy the Montecito: Dancing, the restaurants, the spas.
But until you're 21 leave the gambling to the grown-ups.
DIRECTOR: And cut.
NESSA: Well done, Lani.
I think you just might have found yourself a career.
And here, my dear, is your salary for a job well done.
[Lani gasping.]
[Girls screaming excitedly.]
GIRL: It's $100,000.
Jillian, put the gondola in the pool, honey.
I'm coming home.
[Upbeat instrumental music.]
[People chattering.]
Happy birthday, you.
GIRLS: Hi, Mikey.
MIKE: Hello, ladies.
All right, Lani, I talked to Delinda and asked her to take special care of you ladies tonight at Mystique.
[All gasping.]
Thank you so much.
- Anything for you.
Happy birthday.
- Thank you.
MIKE: All right.
LANl: Goodbye.
GIRL: Awesome! ED: The entrances DANNY: Done.
- Did you check the rear - Done.
Danny.
Do not interrupt me.
It really pisses me off.
Ed, Janet Ellis is a one-time-only headliner.
I get that, okay? This isn't the only major concert I've ever handled.
MAN: [On radio.]
We've been tracking a suspicious woman near the VIP entrance.
One leather jacket, two sidekicks.
ED: Are you listening to me, or am I talking for my health? Yeah.
I mean, no, I'm listening.
[Dramatic instrumental music.]
MAN: We got a gun.
MAN: [On radio.]
Security to the floor, now.
She's reaching for a 9 mm in her purse.
Gun! [People exclaiming.]
[Danny grunting.]
[All exclaiming nervously.]
- What's the matter with you, kid? - She's got a gun.
Hey, Sandy.
Sandy? Ed.
Thank you.
You know her? I'm his wife.
[Theme music.]
[Cheerful jazzy instrumental music.]
WOMAN 1: Look, it's Janet Ellis.
WOMAN 2: Where? I love her! [People cheering.]
SAM: So I've heard nothing but good things about Janet Ellis.
- Shut up.
- Smile pretty.
[Kiki barking.]
MARY: Hello, Miss Ellis.
I'm Mary Connell.
Quickly, darling.
Kiki and I cannot take this desert heat.
Really? The Montecito would like to thank you for starting the world tour here.
Darling, have you got any Evian? The last time I was here someone gave Kiki tap water.
MARY: Really? JANET: Tap water.
MIKE: How was it out on the links today, Mr.
Brunson? Hot, Mike, damn hot.
MIKE: Listen, I'll have your clubs brought right up to your room.
MIKE: Thank you, sir.
BRUNSON: Thanks.
- Sam.
- Thanks, Mike.
Mr.
Brunson, I am so glad I caught you.
Samantha Jane.
Hello.
Sam's fine.
I just wanted to let you know that we've made our private gambling parlour available to you.
So you want to be called Sam? I'm sorry.
No, it's fine.
So any word on my peppermint candy cane ice cream? Yes.
Bonnet's the only company that makes it - and they're gonna get back to you.
- That's great.
Thanks.
BRUNSON: And as far as the gambling's concerned majority of mine's done in the boardroom.
Maybe a little later, though.
SAM: If I could just MAN: Sir, I need your signature on this paper.
SAM: Mr.
Brunson, to be blunt Hi.
My bosses have been asking me if you intend to gamble at all during your stay here at the Montecito.
We all have bosses.
- I don't, but - Of course.
SAM: You see, sir, it's just that with a stay in one of our mansions comes an expectation of play.
Tell your bosses, "Soon.
" Soon? Yes, sir.
Could I tell them when "soon" is and how long you intend to stay? Well, soon is soon and I plan on staying a while.
Okay.
"Soon is soon.
" SANDRA: Gavin Brunson, Brunson Holdings.
Forbes Top Ten.
Great catch for the Montecito.
Yeah, it sure would be, if he gambled.
ED: This guy's been holed up in one of my mansions for the past couple of weeks.
Hey, Eddie.
SANDRA: Not a lot of pleasantries for your old CIA partner.
"Where you been? What you doing?" That sort of thing.
Right.
About that, I mean, that particular subject my wife.
How many times was it? We must have posed as a married couple on ops at least Once.
At least once.
One time only.
Once, for two years.
Two really fun years.
Don't worry, sweetie.
I'm not here for you.
SANDRA: Whatever Jillian might think.
Not here for your job, either.
Thank the good Lord for that.
Janet Ellis, VIP concert.
Your firm is handling that detail? You could say that.
ED: So you are heading security for a pop princess.
That's interesting.
I like that.
DANNY: Ed, you there? SANDRA: Bet you do.
ED: Come in.
Everything okay? [Ed grunts affirmatively.]
Danny.
It's nice to meet you under less aggressive circumstances.
Yeah, I'm sorry about that.
It's just, we were I heard, "She's got a gun.
" Sandra here will be heading the Janet Ellis detail and she's gonna need your full cooperation.
She'll need access to all the theatre areas.
Pleasure meeting you, Danny.
And now, Danny.
Nice to meet you, too, Miss Edelman.
- Sandra.
- Sandra.
[Fast-paced rock instrumental music.]
Happy 21st birthday, Lani.
[Girls exclaiming.]
That is so awesome of you, Delinda.
Thank you.
DELINDA: Make a wish.
Okay.
[All cheering.]
GIRL: Happy birthday.
LANl: Thank you.
And this is mine.
[All gasping.]
Thank you.
Oh, my God! I took the liberty of bringing these dresses to the back room.
I love this.
Don't you just love this, Kiki? That's a great piece.
I have the same one in grey.
SALESGIRL: These aren't being shown until next week.
I have a few others.
I'll be right back.
What's it like to always have everyone kiss your ass? You know something? No one's ever asked me that before.
[Kiki growling.]
It's great.
- Bit much, isn't it? - Little much, yeah.
No.
MARY: Now that is something else.
JANET: So MARY: Mary.
Mary.
Do you know what I just realised? - What? - I just realised that I like you.
JANET: In fact, you are going to be my and Kiki's new best friend.
JANET: Kiki, say hello to your Auntie Mary.
MARY: Hello, there, Kiki.
JANET: Say hello to Auntie Mary.
PHOTOGRAPHER: Janet Ellis.
Over here.
MARY: Excuse me, sir.
MARY: Excuse me.
Sorry about that.
- Hi.
- How are you? Good evening, gentlemen.
We're the Maloofs.
Do you have a table for us, please? Sorry, but you don't have a reservation.
GAVIN: You've heard of us.
We own the Sacramento Kings.
We're always in the play-offs.
DELINDA: Really? GEORGE: The Palms Casino? Ghost Bar? Rain? Think we're practically neighbours.
So what you're saying is you're totally booked solid.
I didn't say that.
But you don't have a reservation.
Hey, beautiful.
Dinner was great as usual.
DELINDA: Thanks, baby.
PHIL: Hey, Mike.
MIKE: Hey, Phil.
How you doing? You got your brother Joe.
The whole Maloof clan is out tonight.
What's up, guys? - So you know these guys? - Yeah, these guys are cool.
DELINDA: Why didn't you say you were friends of Mike's? Enjoy Mystique, gentlemen.
JOE: Thanks a lot.
See you later.
MIKE: All right.
ED: You know what's funny is that at first I couldn't get in here to eat and now I can't eat anywhere else.
Honey, she's just so proud of what she's done with the place.
I'm proud of her, too.
Are we still on for tennis tomorrow? Sure.
Why wouldn't we be? No reason.
What are you not telling me, Eddie? What? Nothing.
Okay.
You remember Sandra Edelman? ED: Anyway, she came into town and You remember how she used to like to play tennis? She was a nut.
Tennis, tennis, tennis.
ED: So I actually thought it'd be nice if, you know, we invited her to play with us.
I didn't realise you two still stayed in touch.
We don't stay in touch.
I mean, I don't.
I didn't.
I mean, she just happened to come into the Montecito on business and I think that I probably mentioned that we were gonna play or something.
You somehow mentioned? Quite honestly, I think I'm pretty sure she invited herself.
[Scoffs.]
Honey, we worked together.
And very closely, as I recall.
Come on.
I mean, it was forever ago.
I didn't have a choice.
We were partners.
What? Okay, 10, 9 GIRL 1: Happy 21st, Lani! GIRL 2: Happy birthday, Lani.
GIRL 3: Make a birthday wish, Lani! GIRL 4: Make a big wish.
LANl: I know what I wish for.
[Lani gasps.]
[All screaming.]
You won a $100,000! It's you! That's crazy! It's great! GIRL: Lani, give him your ID! MIKE: Open this! Open this up.
How does this work? How do I get my $100,000? Let me find Nessa, and she'll take Here she is.
GIRL 1: Amazing.
[All screaming.]
MIKE: Nessa! Miss Catlin, I'm very sorry to tell you this but the slot's computer says you pulled the handle at 11:57.
NESSA: You were still 20.
Underage.
[All exclaiming in dismay.]
But it's after midnight.
My watch, I mean There aren't any clocks in here.
I'm sorry.
[All clamouring.]
DANNY: What's going on? You better do something, man, before there is a riot.
Pay her, damn it! Pay her! ALL: [Chanting.]
Pay her! - Pay her! - Everything's gonna be [Chanting continues.]
[People chattering excitedly.]
- I'm sorry, Lani.
- I didn't do anything wrong, Mike.
I swear, I thought it was midnight.
It was only three minutes.
Look, I'll catch up to you inside, okay? Come on, Ness.
Three minutes? Three minutes, three months.
It doesn't matter to the gaming commission.
She's local.
Her brother went to college with me.
There's gotta be a way we can make this happen for her.
No one knows the numbers on the locals better than I do.
Three visits a week, $40 a visit.
I get it.
- There's nothing I can do.
- She's getting screwed.
Come on, Ness.
There's gotta be something.
There's gotta be something you can do.
I'll try.
That's all I can promise.
Your car, front-row parking for a month.
MIKE: Thank you, sweetie.
The natives are a little less restless.
Everything should be cool.
- I gotta head back to the surveillance room.
- Thank you.
So what's the deal with Ed and Sandra? I don't know.
You seem to think I'm a walking repository of Ed Deline biographical data.
You've known him longer than I have.
Come on.
Fine, all right? Don't tell me.
I never met her before.
See, look at you.
You can't even say it with a straight face.
Only because I find your conspiracy theories so amusing.
[Energetic instrumental music.]
Here you go.
Is that Brunson still camped out at the mansion? Yeah, he's making himself at home.
He brought his own furniture last night and put ours in the hallway.
- He brought in his furniture? - Yeah.
- He's out of here.
- He'll be gone by tomorrow.
DANNY: How's Sandra? ED: I didn't ask.
ED: But you know what concerned me? ED: I was thinking, "Why did she herself come to Vegas "for this particular concert?" ED: So I started doing a little checking.
ED: I come to find out that this Janet Ellis is having some stalker problems over the last three months or so.
DANNY: Sandra didn't tell you? ED: No.
DANNY: Maybe they already took care of it.
ED: Yeah, maybe, but just in case run all the concert ticket holders against that profile.
ED: You know, records past offenders, TROs, that stuff.
DANNY: That'll take me as long as it'll take you to play two sets.
DANNY: You got anything else? Little too much free time, have you? So, let's see.
Yeah, you can run the 6,153 guests we have staying here.
Maybe that'll give me time to play three matches.
Nice day.
[Light instrumental music.]
Mr.
Brunson doesn't want to converse right now.
In that case, I'll have to tell him he has no choice.
I don't think you understand.
- Samantha Jane.
- Mr.
Brunson.
Be succinct.
And don't touch him.
He doesn't like to be touched.
I wanted to put in a good word for one of your employees.
Scott something.
What was Scott's last name? - Thompson.
- Yeah, Scott Thompson.
Brought this TV over here so I could watch the game.
And this extra-large ashtray.
So, any word on the ice cream? Yes, actually.
Peppermint candy cane is a season flavour.
BRUNSON: Yes! You see, Mr.
Brunson, that means that Bonnet's Ice Cream would have to reconfigure their whole entire flavour schedule and marketing plan just to accommodate your order.
That a problem? [People cheering on TV.]
Mr.
Brunson we're gonna have to ask you to vacate your suite.
Sir, how would you like me to react? You know, Sam See? I remembered to call you Sam.
I am really starting to like this place and you have a lot to do with that.
Thank you, sir.
We're gonna need you out by tonight.
Here.
Give this to the bartender.
BRUNSON: Excuse me.
The beautiful and charming Sam here has agreed to buy everyone a drink.
[All cheering and applauding.]
MAN: Thanks, Sam.
That's funny.
You may be joking around, Mr.
Brunson.
We are not.
See, I just missed that play.
SECRETARY: Sir, I'll call NBC and have them replay it.
ED: Oh, God.
SANDRA: Great serve, Jillian.
You've certainly improved over the years.
JILLIAN: You have no idea.
Actually, I have lots of time to practice, though, you know not being a career gal and all that.
Don't sell yourself short.
Raising a kid's a full-time job.
Especially Delinda.
[Ed grunts.]
SANDRA: You know, Eddie used to be a really hot player.
I didn't realise you two had played before.
Are we playing or what? But then it must have been work-related? I don't think we were working, were we? No, I don't think it was work.
[Stammering.]
No, it was work.
What am I, a ball machine here? Hold it.
[Cell phone ringing.]
Telephone.
ED: Yeah? All right, 15 minutes.
ED: I'm sorry.
This Janet Ellis thing I don't know.
Danny's got something.
Sorry, honey.
JILLIAN: It's okay.
SANDRA: What's going on? ED: Got a meeting back in the office, I'll meet you at Mystique for dinner tonight.
Okay, sweetie? Really sorry we didn't get to play a game.
Would have been interesting.
You have a good lunch.
[Sandra exclaims.]
Sorry.
JILLIAN: I'll see you tonight, honey! ED: Right.
These flowers are They're beautiful.
Who sent them? Honey, I don't even know.
I get so many of those things, I don't even look any more.
That's terrible, isn't it? Mary, come on now.
Honest opinion.
How do I look? [Kiki whining.]
[Janet humming.]
Makes your ass look big.
[Kiki barking.]
Damn.
JANET: Somebody! [Kiki howling.]
Look, get me out of this.
I can't possibly go on stage with this.
JANET: Honey, you want to have a latte? I love that girl! [People chattering excitedly.]
I read the note.
Does Janet have a stalker? DANNY: I gave the note to Ed.
It's under control.
If I didn't think you'd be safe, you think I'd let you hang with her? MARY: Let me? DANNY: Well, you [Mary laughing.]
- I gotta - Brunson is still in the suite.
SAM: I've 20 VIPs coming for the Janet concert.
SAM: Did you hear me? DANNY: Yes.
- Is it about him? - It's about something else.
MAN: Nice ass.
SAM: What's up, you little bitch? Easy there, champ.
Okay? Come here.
- Apologise.
- I'm sorry.
DANNY: I'll help you with Brunson SAM: You're lucky.
DANNY: Go see Ed in 10 minutes.
I checked everyone attending tonight's show with your stalker profile.
DANNY: I got a couple of matches.
SANDRA: Janet's my responsibility.
SANDRA: You don't need to get into this.
She know she has a stalker? Okay, Ed.
The guy thinks he's married to her.
Janet Ellis has been out of circulation for three years.
This is the first date of her new tour.
That's why I'm here.
Yeah, so why didn't you tell me this in the first place? It was need-to-know.
You taught me that.
This is the Montecito, and I need to know.
You're right.
I'm sorry.
- Yeah.
- Gotta go check on Janet.
[Ed groans.]
Here.
What do we know about the profile matches? - They're both Sam's clients.
- Where the hell is she? SAM: Right here.
ED: Good.
ED: Listen, I need to talk to two of your clients.
- Okay, who? - Okay, who? Nomura and Trevathan.
They're both going to the concert.
They're both gonna need diversions tonight away from the event.
So, I need you to find out something else they'd care to do and I need you to run Nomura and Trevathan.
ED: Yeah, I need those names run by Sandra to see if they've ever crossed paths with Janet Ellis.
It's a security issue.
- Are they in some kind of danger? - No, they're not in any danger.
[Cell phone ringing.]
That's all I can tell you, okay? Ed, I worked really hard to poach them from Mandalay Bay, so I'd just like to This is Sam.
[Grunts affirmatively.]
Wait.
The loading dock? How's that my problem? No, call receiving.
What? Special delivery for who? I'm on my way.
[Horn honking.]
MAN: Guys, can't have you blocking my driveway.
- Here you go, buddy.
- Wait.
Excuse me.
What is this? No.
Here.
We don't need this.
You need to move your truck out of the way right now.
Look, lady, we got a job to do.
You wanna be responsible for getting us fired? - Who's gonna fire you? - Mr.
Brunson just bought our company.
Had us make this peppermint special for him.
Supposed to deliver one tub to him by hand and give a tub to a Sam.
By the way, know where he is? DELIVERY MAN: No problem.
We'll find him.
I'm Sam.
Come again, lady? I am Sam.
That was easy.
Load them up, guys.
We're out of here.
Listen, no, I don't MAN: Let's move it! PRODUCER: Show's starting in three hours.
Let's move it, people.
Janet Ellis does not take this stage until I find this guy.
I'm serious.
If I don't have him in my hands, she does not sing.
We're gonna get him.
Look, I'm sorry I kept you in the dark.
Listen, I'm assuming she still doesn't know there's a stalker and I can't, for God's sakes, understand why you're keeping her in the dark.
Contractually, I'm not allowed to tell her.
She's been known to have anxiety issues.
Her management team doesn't want to upset her.
SANDRA: Hello.
ED: Why don't you wait till we are standing on it? Moron.
Listen, I need more time.
I'm running IDs on all the ticket holders and facial scans when they come through the metal detectors.
Janet has never taken the stage on time in her career.
[Cell phone ringing.]
We can easily delay the show 45 minutes.
Excuse me.
Good.
Yeah? Okay, good.
Nomura's out and the other guy, Sam's locating him now.
Eddie, kind of like old times, huh? SANDRA: Working side by side with your wife? That would be pretend wife, Sandy.
I never faked it.
[Firecrackers exploding on stage.]
PRODUCER: No! PRODUCER: Do you realise how close we are to curtain? [Upbeat pop music playing.]
So what's going on? Nothing is going on.
What's going on with Brunson? Besides the ice cream and furniture and the fact that he's still here? I'm gonna do you a special favour.
I'll talk to him about his manners.
Yeah, he's out tonight.
Whether he's packed or not.
Way to go there, big guy.
Hi, Ed.
Been looking all over for you.
ED: Penn and Teller.
I was just in the middle of something.
It'll take a second.
We just need you to call the guys down front.
- What for? - They won't let us bring our chain saws in.
This may sound stupid, but why would you need a chain saw? You'd love it, Ed.
First, we have Teller lie down and then right there, just saw him in half.
PENN: Very cool.
- Okay.
- So, about the chain saws? It's for a private party in Mr.
Brunson's suite.
- Okay.
- Thanks.
Please.
A deal's a deal.
Get Mr.
Ice Cream out by tonight.
So what about the probables? Are they gonna be at the concert? Mr.
Nomura's on the jet headed for our skybox at the Raiders game and I'm about to go talk to Mr.
Trevathan right now.
SAM: You owe me.
DANNY: I always do.
Mr.
Trevathan.
SAM: Has red 12 hit for you yet today? CROUPIER: Eight, black and even.
Not yet.
"Yet" being the key word.
NESSA: In black and white in today's afternoon paper: "The Montecito stiffs local.
" I've got a mate at KPJT said they sent the story over to NBC.
We're gonna be swimming in bad press by morning.
It was three minutes, Ed.
I know rules are rules, but we have to do something.
- What do you suggest? - What can we give her? TREVATHAN: Yes! Red 12! [Laughing excitedly.]
- What? - What can we give her? - What does she want? - I don't know.
Find out, will you? NESSA: Okay.
ED: Okay.
Come on, 12.
One more time.
Daddy needs a new five-series.
Mr.
Trevathan, how would you like tickets to Cher? It's really her last concert.
Front row, centre.
Close enough to touch her feather boas.
Twelve, red and even.
[Exclaiming.]
WOMAN: How much is that now, honey? MAN: That's like $40,000 or $45,000.
WOMAN: $40,000, $45,000? TREVATHAN: Colour me up.
CROUPIER: You're sure? Thank you very much, but you're streaking hot.
I'm sure.
"Be happy with the five-series.
" That's what I promised myself.
- Yes.
- Happy with the five-series.
We'd like to offer you use of our mansion at Lake Tahoe for the weekend.
How does that sound? Sam, I'd love to help you out, but to tell you the truth I would like nothing better than to celebrate this little run of mine with a Janet Ellis concert.
You know as well as anyone that it's been a while since Lady Luck's been on my dance card.
- Is it gonna be a problem? - No, of course not.
Congratulations.
[Chuckling.]
TREVATHAN: Yeah.
DELINDA: I'm so sorry.
The restaurant's closed for a private party.
Hey.
Is Brunson in there? Let me know if you can't find him.
[Swing music playing.]
- Mr.
Brunson - I know what you're thinking.
"Hasn't this guy ever heard of room service?" The answer is yes, I have.
And the Montecito's is excellent.
But in my room, I'd miss out on all the ambience.
BRUNSON: Besides DANNY: Mr.
Brunson, enough.
- You may be the friendliest guy in the world - I sure try.
- The ninth-richest guy in the world.
- Seventh.
You're out of here.
You've taken advantage of the Montecito's hospitality long enough.
- You mean I've been comped? - Yes.
- What's the rack rate? - $22,000 a night.
- Not available.
- I'll pay $50,000.
At any price.
You think they're serious? Tonight.
You'll see how serious.
BRUNSON: I want to speak to your boss.
DANNY: Tonight.
[Swing music continues playing.]
Hi.
Thanks for meeting me tonight, Lani.
Am I in trouble? I'm really sorry.
I did think it was after midnight when I played that slot machine.
You're not in trouble at all.
Quite the opposite.
NESSA: We all feel like you got the raw end of this and we want to make it right by you.
So, what's your Vegas dream? My major at UNLV is theatre and, really, acting is all I've ever wanted to do.
GUARD: Arms up, Mr.
Trevathan.
GUARD: Sorry, Mr.
Trevathan.
GUARD: Would you turn around, sir? Arms up again.
DANNY: They're searching Trevathan now, but I think I found our guy.
He's wearing a Janet Ellis hat and a Hey! [People cheering loudly.]
MAN: Get out of my way, please.
I gotta go.
[Fast-paced instrumental music.]
DANNY: Thanks.
MIKE: Viva Las Vegas, baby.
MAN: Don't break my fingers.
Okay, it's in my shirt, the right side.
I didn't know, I swear.
I mean, I knew it was a fake.
I just wanted to see the show.
MAN: Please, don't hurt me.
MIKE: Fake ticket.
We're not gonna hurt you.
The guy told me that I'd never get caught.
I'm sorry.
God.
Damn.
Get this guy off the premises.
You think I could just catch the show first? MIKE: Just catch some clean underwear.
I'm gonna go.
I'm going.
[Mary giggling.]
Did he get you? MARY: Going to get Janet Ellis's dog, Kiki from her dressing room, in his Louis Vuitton carrying bag.
She's warming up.
The show's still on, right? DANNY: Yeah.
MARY: Okay.
See you backstage.
MIKE: See you, Mary.
MARY: See you.
MIKE: Great to see you, Mary.
Wonderful to DANNY: Hey.
I can't be cordial? Do you feel threatened by our friendship? [Door opening.]
[Suspenseful instrumental music.]
Hello? Kiki? [Whistles.]
Come here, boy.
[Cell phone dialling.]
Yeah, you better get down here now.
[Suspenseful instrumental music continues.]
Where's security? Where's Janet? What? I didn't touch anything.
All right.
I want an exact location on Janet Ellis, now.
[Suspenseful instrumental music intensifies.]
[Kiki growls.]
[Sighs.]
[Danny chuckling.]
DANNY: You scared the crap out of us, you.
SANDRA: Ed? Sandra, over here.
What's up? Show's cancelled.
SANDRA: Are you out of your mind? No, I'm just trying to protect the singer.
I've got four three-man teams protecting her person.
I've got undercovers in the audience.
I know.
A damn fine crack team they are, too, I might add.
Since someone just strolled into her dressing room and tried to serve up Fido for dinner.
ED: What? SANDRA: Corporate synergy at its finest.
SANDRA: Company that owns Montecito Resort Group hired me not only to protect Janet but to protect their investment.
No cops, no bad press.
I'm here to make sure this concert happens.
SANDRA: It's not me, Ed.
This is coming from the board.
This is coming from me.
This guy is delusional.
He's got that relationship fixation thing.
Erotomania.
That thing.
But then, now this dog thing, right? That's secondary.
There's a violent pathology there.
Listen to me.
The guy is making his move tonight.
I know it for sure.
ED: He's gonna want to get close to her, so small handgun, knife.
He's gonna try to talk to her, but he's gonna want to see her eyes.
Mitch, rewind 12 for me, will you? [Keyboard tapping.]
SANDRA: Makes sense.
Orchestra pit's about as close as you're gonna get to her.
Danny, check every single instrument that comes through that door.
You hear me? ED: The cases.
DANNY: Yeah, I see it.
I'm on my way there now.
JILLIAN: Danny.
DANNY: Mrs.
D.
JILLIAN: Hi.
DANNY: How are you? - Looks like a busy night.
- Yeah.
Look, I know Ed really wanted to join you for dinner tonight.
It's not the first time he stood me up, it won't be the last.
Yeah, I know.
But still, I'm sorry.
- Can I get you anything? - No.
I'm gonna stop in and see Delinda.
I'd love to join you, but I got to run.
- Danny? - Yeah? You're a sweetheart.
So did you get a chance to talk to Lani? NESSA: Yeah, you're right.
She's lovely.
DELINDA: So? NESSA: It's not gonna work out, Delinda.
We can't just pay out the jackpot.
The gaming commission will have our hides.
DELINDA: So she gets nothing.
NESSA: I didn't say that.
I'm trying to think of something we can do for her.
WAITER: Hi, Mrs.
D.
JILLIAN: My two girls.
DELINDA: Hi, Mom.
JILLIAN: Hi, sweetie.
DELINDA: Where's Daddy? Don't ask.
DANNY: Ed, I checked all the instrument cases.
Everything looks clean.
If this guy's got a weapon, it's not here.
Wait, hold.
Give me a minute.
- Excuse me.
- Yeah, kind of busy.
Why is that case over here not with the rest of them? The new guy must have left it.
Old Mr.
Trombone Guy calls in sick.
This new guy shows up.
Of course, no rehearsal.
So there's a new guy in the orchestra tonight? Was he cleared by security? Now, isn't it your job to know that? [Suspenseful instrumental music.]
Ed, the guy had a gun hidden in the trombone case.
Looks like a 9 mm from the cutout.
Our stalker is a fill-in trombone player.
Hey.
- What's going on, Danny? - Everything's fine.
Do me a favour.
Keep Janet in her dressing room till we start the show.
DANNY: Thank you.
Yes! I am ready! JANET: Let's do this! MARY: Do what? You're ready to go out there? Honey, I know it usually takes me a while to get psyched up, but I'm ready.
I don't know if it's being back in Las Vegas the Montecito or you! - Me? - But I am ready to do this.
JANET: Come on.
MARY: You can't go out there yet.
Why? What? I'm gonna be real honest with you here, Janet.
What? You look much hotter in that other dress.
MARY: Get a load of this.
Here we go.
[Janet exclaiming.]
People! [Suspenseful instrumental music.]
ED: Tell Danny to get up top.
[People exclaiming.]
Danny, I held her as long as I could.
Janet Ellis is headed for the stage now.
[Crowd cheering.]
[Band playing upbeat music.]
[Crowd cheering.]
He's backstage now.
JANET: Hello, Las Vegas! [Crowd cheering.]
JANET: [Singing.]
Less talk, more action I met a boy in Paris And he was dope A little bit of Franglais, was all I spoke But on body language we got by And the little twinkle in his eye.
The boy licked my lollipop He licked it good Tutti frutti had me giving More than I could With no corny words to turn me off No need for voulez voulez couchez moi [Crowd cheering.]
JANET: [Singing.]
A little less chat, a little more fight, would do us good A little less yadda yadda Less talk, more action [Firecrackers exploding on stage.]
JANET: [Singing.]
My boy's not the cleverest in the rank He may have a few bubbles in his think tank [Grunting.]
SANDRA: Nice one, Ed.
[Singing.]
Don't need no supercalifragilistic man ED: We're clear.
ED: You good? SANDRA: Yeah, my team's coming in.
[Singing.]
Sometimes a boy is better seen than heard A little less yadda yadda Less talk, more action Still make a good team, don't we? Yeah, we always did.
SANDRA: You know, we never did have that honeymoon.
Where's Ed Deline? I asked to speak with him.
I just spoke to him.
He's on his way.
We'll be dropping you off at McCarran.
- No rush.
- Actually, there is.
CROUPIER: Seven! Winner! BRUNSON: The legendary Ed Deline.
Gavin Brunson.
It's good to finally meet you.
ED: Nice to meet you.
I have to say you run a very tight ship.
Incredibly loyal staff.
I'm really enjoying my time here.
Excuse me, sir.
You've enjoyed your time here.
I want you to have a safe trip.
Sort of a mano a mano thing.
I like that.
You like that? I think you're gonna love this.
ED: Would you escort this gentleman out of here, please? Don't want you to miss your plane.
Sam, have my bags brought back up to my room and make me a reservation at Mystique tonight.
See, I'm kind of thinking that you haven't been hearing me.
Actually I heard you perfectly, Ed.
I really liked the way you handled that Janet Ellis situation.
I think you do a hell of a job.
Which is why I'm gonna let you keep it.
Would you kind of run that by me again? This trip of mine was an exercise in due diligence.
ED: I see.
Can't really get a feel for an investment off a stack of papers.
I've purchased controlling interest in the Montecito Resort group.
First order of business.
These so-called whales are only valuable when they're gambling.
You draw a line in the sand.
Couple of weeks of freebies, it's a little long.
But not bad.
We'll work on that.
Won't we, Ed? BRUNSON: Here are the new corporate bylaws.
You have operational control of the Montecito.
My man in Vegas.
ED: Just a sec.
- I would have complete control - Operational control in my absence.
Can I get my bags back upstairs, please? One more second.
Would that mean a raise? I suppose it does.
Well then, thank you, boss.
[Sam giggling.]
I'll be with Ed.
Ed, Wait up.
So, remember, everyone can enjoy the Montecito: Dancing, the restaurants, the spas.
But until you're 21 leave the gambling to the grown-ups.
DIRECTOR: And cut.
NESSA: Well done, Lani.
I think you just might have found yourself a career.
And here, my dear, is your salary for a job well done.
[Lani gasping.]
[Girls screaming excitedly.]
GIRL: It's $100,000.
Jillian, put the gondola in the pool, honey.
I'm coming home.
[Upbeat instrumental music.]