Las Vegas s01e14 Episode Script

[Upbeat instrumental music.]
Excuse me.
The front desk said I should talk to you.
My room's been contaminated.
We'll send somebody up.
Room 8004.
Ed, you'll take this? Could I see this for a minute? ED: Just a second.
[Danny exclaiming.]
ED: I don't take anything anymore.
I spoke to your doctor.
You don't need it.
DANNY: You know what? I'll take this one.
ED: Yes, you will.
Hey, Ed, you want these in your car? Yeah, that'll be fine.
[People chattering excitedly.]
[Upbeat instrumental music.]
[Toilet flushes.]
- Did you see it? - Yes.
Didn't it just sicken you? So there was nothing disturbed, nothing missing just something in the toilet.
Something I did not produce.
Mr LAPIERRE: LaPierre.
DANNY: LaPierre.
Every time that door is opened, it's recorded in the database.
I checked, that door hasn't been opened since you left for lunch.
So I'm just wondering if there's a possibility that you forgot to flush.
Mr.
McCoy, I have not had a movement since I arrived.
[LaPierre sighs.]
LAPIERRE: I need a new room.
DANNY: Absolutely.
And I think it should be gratis.
Because of my emotional distress.
Emotional distress? >From one floater? I'm sorry to bother you, Mr.
McCoy but I was just cleaning 8019.
There's something in the bathroom you should see.
It's over there.
[Suspenseful instrumental music.]
DANNY: "To stop the misery once and for all "I am going to end my life at the fabulous Montecito.
" [Theme music.]
ED: Danny.
DANNY: Yeah? Did I tell you that our quarterly P and L reports are due on Friday? DANNY: Yes, twice.
I don't want any unnecessary expenses this week.
- Found a suicide note.
- What? Room 8019.
ED: "I have been ignored and discarded by everyone and everything "I hold close to me.
"To stop the misery once and for all, I am going to end my life "at the fabulous Montecito.
" Is this thing for real? He has enough Seconal to put the entire east wing to sleep.
And I found this photo.
Could be an ex-girlfriend.
Is this guy still among us? His housekeeper said he hasn't been in his room for a few days.
And his name's Fred Puterbaugh.
DANNY: Registered using a San Diego PO Box and a disconnected phone number.
Listen.
I don't want anybody killing themselves at the Montecito.
- You want me to book him in at the Palms? - That's funny.
[Phone ringing.]
Yeah.
ED: Okay.
Tell him I'll be right there.
Paul Anka wants to talk.
Listen, find this guy so we can help him.
[Grunts affirmatively.]
And get your ass off my desk.
ED: Kenny.
KENNY: Afternoon, Mr.
Deline.
ED: How are you, Kenny? - Just looking out for the big guy.
- Right.
Where's he at? KENNY: Need anything, Mr.
Anka? ED: How are you? No, I'm fine.
Thanks, Kenny.
PAUL: You got a minute? ED: Sure.
KENNY: Some more cinnamon gum, sir? No, I'm fine.
Thanks, Kenny.
- You have a minute? - Sure.
This security guard that you've assigned to me, this Kenny.
ED: Sure, yeah, Kenny? PAUL: Yeah.
He's a nice guy but that wasn't the first time.
He's a little overeager.
I asked for some gum.
Now the guy insists on offering me a pack every five minutes.
PAUL: And the guy started checking eBay for Paul Anka memorabilia.
Gives me updates four times a day.
I'm sorry.
I'll take care of it, okay? PAUL: Yeah, but do me a favour.
ED: What? - Don't fire the guy.
- Okay.
PAUL: Please, I like him.
I'd just like him a little more if he were somewhere else.
KENNY: Sir.
T-shirt from 1979 show in Minneapolis up $22.
50, sir.
[Laughing.]
I'll take care of it, okay? [Sam chuckling.]
SAM: Thanks, Jess.
- Sam, it's starting to feel a little weird.
- What? - You paying for everything.
- I'm your casino host.
Sam, you know that's not how I think of you.
Really? How do you think of me? You know, we've been having these intimate dinners for a long time now.
CONNOR: Not to mention hours in the VIP casino excursions to the Forum Shops.
SAM: [Giggling.]
Yes.
CONNOR: Think we know each other pretty well? I guess we do.
What? The last few times I've been out here, Sam, I've realised that I'm very attracted to you.
[Slow pop music playing.]
Wow.
I don't know what to say.
- I'm flattered, Connor, but I don't know - Are you attracted to me? SAM: If I said yes I'd be violating casino policy, wouldn't I? DANNY: All right, freeze it.
Move in on his face.
Blow it up.
Again.
Fred Puterbaugh, checked in three days ago.
He may be suicidal, and he may be planning to kill himself on hotel property.
I want this image posted in every pit, in every employee lounge in the place.
He has no record, and we assume that he's still alive since Metro hasn't reported any suicides in the last 48 hours.
If anybody spots him, please notify me immediately.
Tell Ed that I was very authoritative.
[All laughing.]
MAN: You got it.
Excuse me.
Honey.
Hi, Daddy.
I hope you don't wanna eat 'cause we're booked solid.
No, we're not going to eat at all.
I just came by to introduce you to Kenny.
- Kenny, Delinda.
- Hi, Kenny.
You're as handsome as your father, Miss Deline.
That's very kind of you.
Kenny's gonna be stationed here at the Mystique in case your booked-solid crowd gets out of hand.
We have our own security people.
Honey, Kenny's gonna be stationed right over here.
Okay? - Okay.
- Okay.
[Kenny clears throat.]
If anybody's choking I know the Heimlich manoeuvre.
[Slow instrumental music.]
CONNOR: So, there any cameras in here? SAM: No.
MITCH: Surveillance.
I'll send someone up.
What was that? An emergency door on the 22nd floor got pushed.
It's probably some kid.
- Which stairwell? - Fourteen.
Fourteen has roof access.
Get me the video.
[Fast-paced instrumental music.]
Run facial.
DANNY: Looks just like him.
That's him.
FRED: Hey, Linda.
You can't just toss people aside toss them aside like they're just so much DANNY: Fred.
FRED: Don't try and stop me.
And you, Fido Frank my esteemed employer you fire me? I fire you! [Soft instrumental music.]
You come any closer, I'll jump! Okay, I'm not moving.
I've never really been in a situation like this, Fred, so I don't But there are people who are trained to handle situations like this - so if you'll just sit there - Put the phone down.
[Autodialing.]
DANNY: I think you're making a big mistake.
FRED: No.
This is right.
DANNY: I tell you what.
You tell me what's bothering you, and maybe I can help you.
And if I can't help, maybe we can get somebody who can.
And if they can't help you you can kill yourself tomorrow.
FRED: You think I'm joking? DANNY: I don't think you're joking, Fred but I assume that you don't want to hurt anybody else, right? Yeah.
You're sitting right over the top of the south entrance.
If you jump from there, there's a possibility you could land on top of somebody.
DANNY: Back here is the loading dock.
DANNY: If you jump from there it's much safer.
DANNY: I'll admit I don't know what the hell I'm talking about.
But if you'd just let me get somebody else.
No! [Grunting.]
Give me your arm.
ED: Danny? DANNY: Go! Up there! DANNY: Over here! [Tense instrumental music.]
I got him.
FRED: You're choking me.
ED: God, this guy's heavy.
FRED: Well, they fired me.
FRED: Claimed I couldn't meet my sales quota.
FRED: Which is a whole other story.
I got fired and then I got evicted.
And then my girlfriend dumped me.
You got a better solution? Do we? [Grunts questioningly.]
God, I really loved her.
And I thought that we'd be together forever.
Well, I can't pay for my room.
Obviously, I didn't think I'd have to.
So if you want to put me in jail Listen.
Don't worry about the room, okay? [Clearing throat.]
As a matter of fact we'd like you to be a guest of ours for the next few days, during which I personally guarantee you'll have a great time.
And I don't know, maybe it'll help you turn things around.
We can get him a psychologist or psychiatrist.
Why are you doing this for me? You're our guest.
Do you know how to gamble, Fred? - No.
- No? Listen, Danny.
You show him how, okay? Are you sure this is such a good idea? The man has to learn how to enjoy himself, doesn't he? Am I right? - If I can.
- Listen money won is twice as sweet as money earned.
That's lesson number one.
Anyway, look - I'm glad you're here.
- Thank you.
ED: You show him how, Danny.
[Ed sighs.]
[Upbeat instrumental music.]
- Hi.
- Hey.
SAM: Listen, I've just been kind of thinking all morning.
And, you know, Connor, I just wanted to let you know that I don't think it's gonna work out.
And I'm sorry, because last night was great I agree.
You agree that last night was great or you agree that it won't work out? Both.
You see, I've been thinking about it too, Sam, and here's the thing.
I really don't want to leave the Montecito.
CONNOR: I like it here.
The casino is great.
The suite, spa.
Wait a minute.
I'm sorry.
You're saying it won't work out because you don't want to move to another hotel? - Hey, baby.
- Hey.
Have you met my casino host, Sam? Sam, this is Madison.
She just got here this morning.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Are you staying with us here at the hotel? - Yeah, I'm staying with Connor.
MADISON: Didn't you tell her? - We're getting married.
- Friday.
Wow.
Now select how much you'd like to risk.
$1? $5? Maybe $10? Yeah, I'll bet $5 Yeah, I'll bet $1.
Linda always said, "You're too cautious.
" - $1 is cool.
- Your keys are at the valet counter.
DANNY: Thank you.
I want you to meet Fred.
- Fred, this is Mike.
- Hi.
How you doing? [Grunts questioningly.]
Nothing.
Push "deal".
Teaching Fred here the finer points of video poker.
Poker player.
All right, now keep the pair.
Draw three.
One, two, three.
There you go.
Trip eights.
You won $10.
FRED: I did? DANNY: Yeah.
You want to cash out or you want to keep playing? I want to keep playing.
Living on the edge.
I like that.
Nice meeting you.
FRED: Yeah, you too.
So, are you gonna be okay here? Am I gonna have to worry? No, I'll stay right here.
DANNY: Greg.
[People cheering in the distance.]
I haven't seen a smile like that since I poured honey on myself.
No, that was a lecherous smile.
This is a wholesome smile.
You heard about the guy that took a swan dive off the roof, right? Heard he was up there and someone grabbed him.
No, I grabbed him.
Yeah, that was me.
And he wasn't just up there.
He actually jumped, and I caught him as he was falling.
Your dad showed up there at the end, but I was talking to him the whole time.
And he jumped after you talked to him? [Grunts questioningly.]
DANNY: Anyway, I just never thought that it would feel so good to teach a guy how to play video poker.
You know, it's uplifting.
- So he's better? - Yeah, he seems to be.
DANNY: He'll be here for a few nights.
We'll get him some therapy.
There's a psychology convention in town, it shouldn't be too hard.
I was talking to their chairman at the restaurant last night.
- Miles something.
- Miles.
Okay, good.
If you ever wanted to try that honey thing again - Did it taste good? - Yeah.
What do you think? You see this Fred over here? He's up $80.
It's the happiest day of his life.
I think that we should get him a psychologist, let him decide.
This ain't no rocket science.
Look, the guy is depressed.
You tell him, "Have a good time.
" That's the end.
Is that the Freudian or Jungian approach? How's Kenny? DELINDA: He starts at 5:00.
I'll think about that offer.
What offer? We were talking about the Mystique.
It was nothing.
[Whistling.]
Hey, Sam.
SAM: Connor, we need to talk.
I have to get some practice in, Sam.
I'm playing a guy for a $100,000 on Saturday.
Right now.
- Okay.
- So, you're a lowlife jerk.
[Connor chuckles.]
You really deceived me.
You got me.
CONNOR: It happens.
SAM: Yeah.
- As I recall, Sam, you had a great time.
- I lied.
[Connor chuckles.]
Women take this too seriously.
SAM: First of all, I am not "women.
" CONNOR: Fine, Sam.
You are taking this too seriously.
Obviously, I can't be your host anymore.
- Why not? - I'm sorry, should I speak slowly? Because you are an ignorant jerk.
- So? - "So?" CONNOR: You're a great casino host.
SAM: I know.
I like you.
Madison likes you.
- Good news for me.
- And if you refuse I might have to tell your boss that you slept with me.
Wait, you are seriously disturbed.
Sam, the three of us should have lunch tomorrow at the Mystique.
How does one 1:00 sound? NESSA: Are you Fred? FRED: Yes.
Hi, I'm Nessa.
Danny asked me to check and see how you're doing.
You can tell him I'm up $125.
If you want to try a different game, I'd be happy to provide some instruction.
Everyone is so nice here.
Yeah, it's a bit obnoxious, isn't it? It isn't to make me think I'm not crazy? Casino employees don't think anyone's crazy.
Spend a couple of weeks here, you'll know what I mean.
I always wanted to try my hand at blackjack.
A minute to learn, a lifetime to master.
I'll give you a quick tutorial.
- And then could we - No.
NESSA: I'll just cash you out.
DANNY: Dr.
Miles Marks? Danny McCoy, Montecito Security.
I got your name from the hostess at Mystique.
If it's about the bill, I never received that shrimp cocktail.
No.
We had a little incident with one of our guests last night.
We thought that he could use some counselling.
Mr.
McCoy, seeing a psychotherapist is not like getting your teeth cleaned.
Meaningful dialogue only occurs after several sessions.
As I'm only here for two days, I'm afraid I can't be much help.
He tried to commit suicide.
My goodness gracious.
- I understand if you can't help.
- No, wait.
Does he have avoidance issues? - He tried to kill himself.
- I'm sure he does.
Might provide a couple of good anecdotes for my keynote address.
Yes, I'll see your patient X.
- It's Fred.
- Fred.
And he's right this way.
DR.
MARKS: Does he have insurance? Hello to you.
Welcome.
I am Gunther.
We heard the pork tenderloin's a little dry tonight.
No, it's wonderful.
No.
My tenderloin is filled with savoury juices who flow from meat like little Alpine streams.
Did Benito tell you this? WOMAN: Was that his name? We will find him and whip him like a naughty schoolgirl.
I think it was the security guard out front.
No, this is Believe me, folks.
Mystique is the best restaurant in Vegas.
Actually, best in the world.
And that's documented.
- Is it expensive? - Well, yeah, sort of.
But worth every penny, and an experience not to be missed.
We'd love to try it, but we only have $18 budgeted for dinners.
No, that's not Where's this monkey man who insults my tenderloin? - You chimpanzee, you! - Gunther! - What? - Don't.
I will not have a monkey man in my restaurant.
DELINDA: You have got to settle down.
GUNTHER: Okay, all right.
I'm settling here, but you can prevent me again if you like.
DANNY: Don't you think you should read the suicide note before you talk to him? If he's experiencing self-actualisation issues, I need to dialogue immediately.
Fred, this is Mr - Dr.
Marks.
- Dr.
Marks.
DANNY: He can talk to you about anything you want to talk about.
Oh! Can I talk to him later? I'm smoking hot.
- Up $40,000.
- $40,000? We'll have to talk later.
Seems like he's having a nice run here.
A nice little run does not eliminate the need for treatment.
He experienced a traumatic psychotic episode.
This is Vegas, and you do not interrupt a man's hot streak.
FRED: Blackjack! I love this town! And you are a genius.
Attaboy, Fred.
- Fred, I'm off.
I'll see you tomorrow? - Absolutely.
She's my inspiration.
[Fast-paced pop music.]
What can I say? I know.
[Sighs.]
You've been here all night.
Who needs sleep when you're having fun? ED: Kenny.
- Mr.
Deline.
- Hi.
Sir, I swear, I did not say anything bad.
I told those people they should try the pork tenderloin, sir.
It's okay, I got it.
In fact, to make it up to Gunther, sir I actually had little miniature versions of his menu made up.
KENNY: On my own time, of course, sir.
Just so people can see how scrumpdelyicious everything is.
Unobtrusive, sir.
See, look it.
ED: Please stop.
KENNY: Little fried catfish fillets.
Stop.
KENNY: We've got ED: Please stop talking.
- Prime sirloin Henry sauce.
- Stop.
There.
Now, that's much better.
Now, look I'm gonna give you another chance but if there's one, just one more complaint you're out of here.
Is that understood? Yes, sir.
I understand.
Great.
Well, then, follow me, okay? [Upbeat instrumental music.]
Here you go.
Right here.
Right here, this is your new spot.
You just stand here until somebody comes up to you and says, 'We need you".
Stand here unobtrusively, sir.
Aye, aye, Captain.
FRED: Yes! I'm in! ED: Ness? - Is he still at it? - Going on 15 hours.
PYKEN: Give me another card.
Move him out of here.
He's plastered.
PYKEN: Sorry.
Sir, we're going to have to ask you to move away from the table.
- Okay.
- Are you a guest of the hotel? I think so.
PYKEN: Let me just get my chips here.
NESSA: Can you hurry this along? PYKEN: Sure.
Thank you.
PYKEN: Here you go.
WOMAN: Can I have some? ED: Kenny.
Could you see this gentleman to his room, please? KENNY: Yes, sir, Mr.
Deline.
PYKEN: Hold on.
FRED: Winning's the game, Puterbaugh's the name.
FRED: I'm thinking it's me.
ED: Fred.
ED: How's it going, buddy? FRED: Hey, Mr.
Deline.
FRED: Never been better.
ED: Great.
[Exclaims.]
FRED: I'm having fun now, boy.
- What's he got there? - Just under $400,000.
Should've let the guy fall.
[Grunts questioningly.]
Just a joke.
What is it? You go ahead and have fun, and good luck to you.
FRED: Thanks.
ED: Continuing success.
I think you've spent more time with Connor than I have.
In the year we've been together, you've been here what, eight or nine times? And every time, "Sam took me here.
"Sam arranged this.
Got me tickets for that.
" - Sweet, you know.
- Thank you.
Unfortunately, I guess that Connor won't be coming here as much, now that you two are settling down.
- Maybe not at all.
- I'd never see my Sam? That's right.
Never see Sam.
- That would hurt.
- That could be rough.
Actually, I love Vegas.
That's why we're getting married here.
Yes, I heard.
On Friday.
Sweetie, let's just focus on the honeymoon thing, okay? - You know, Sam - Yes? Sweetie, I bet Sam knows a whole bunch of fun little bedroom tricks.
MADISON: Maybe she'll share a few.
CONNOR: Share a few with us, Sam, please.
I do know one, actually.
It's called the squeeze play.
What you do is you put his head in this special little vice.
I can lend you mine.
And you squeeze really hard until his eyes pop out of his head.
Freddie, you're on a great run.
You've won a lot of money.
A lot of money.
I know.
This is so cool.
Yeah.
Why don't you walk away? Take your money, go back to your home and friends.
I got evicted from my home.
And my girlfriend, my only friend, said we "needed a break.
" Well, then take your money and buy a home.
Streaks don't last.
I'm gonna take a break tonight.
Danny got me tickets to that Paul Anka concert.
If I start losing tomorrow, I promise you I'll stop.
Okay, good.
Sounds like a plan.
Except I can't lose.
It's my destiny.
MARY: What a jerk.
SAM: I'm not blaming myself and now the man is rubbing my face in it.
Can't have that.
MARY: He'll be gone in a couple of days.
Yeah, that doesn't leave me much time.
- To do what? - Retaliate.
I am gonna go tell his skinny little fiancee what he did and if she's smart That could be a problem.
It'll definitely ruin his marriage, right? I'm all for payback, but isn't she an innocent bystander? So what? If you go to war, there's going to be some collateral damage.
- Remind me to stay on your good side.
- He's going down.
PYKEN: You work here? - Yes.
- We do.
Can we help you with something? Your security guard robbed me.
When I left the table this morning, I had $32,600 in chips.
Now I have $32,500.
Mr.
Pyken, I was on the floor this morning when you left the casino and you were drunk.
Sloppy, stumbling, stinking drunk.
Now, I'm just wondering if there's a possibility that you miscounted your chips? I had all the chips in my hands in a big pile like this.
When I went to my room, I dropped some.
And that moronic rent-a-cop of yours he helped me pick them up, and he pocketed one.
DANNY: Okay.
We have security cameras all over the joint so if something did happen, we'll have it on tape.
In the meantime, we'll credit your account with $200.
That make you happy? I guess.
Mr.
McCoy, this man is in acute denial and although obviously, a less critical factor I was counting on this intervention to provide me with some material for my keynote address tomorrow.
Unless we initiate some viable dialogue pronto I cannot be held responsible for his actions Easy.
We'll find him.
[Orchestra playing slow music.]
[Singing.]
Regrets I've had a few But then again Too few to mention I did What I had to do And saw it through Without exemption DANNY: Hey, Fred.
Fred, this is Dr.
Marks.
He wants to speak with you.
In the middle of a Paul Anka concert during My Way? Fred, I understand your anger.
Hello, I'm trying to listen.
You tried it your way, didn't you? Now, let's dialogue.
If you don't get this guy out of here right now, I will kill myself.
- Okay, I understand that - Gambling is no way to escape.
[Singing.]
Excuse me, please What the hell are you two doing down on your knees? [Audience laughing.]
PAUL: [Singing.]
Why all the talking? What's this all about? If you keep talking I'm gonna get you hearing aids For both your mouths The record shows Don't pick your nose Unless you do it my way [Audience applauding.]
- We'll dialogue later.
- You think? DR.
MARKS: Call me.
PAUL: [Singing.]
If not himself Then he has naught Just say the things That you truly feel And not the words Of those two guys who kneel [Door opens.]
Fred doesn't wanna talk to Dr.
Marks.
Who the hell would? You got to be out of your mind.
Anyway, I got to get rid of the guy.
- You want to get rid of the psychologist? - No.
Fred.
He's into us for $3 million.
ED: He single-handedly is going to ruin our quarterly profit.
You wanna toss the guy after you said we'd help him? I'll give him a little more time to start losing, all right? I assume you haven't found any tapes of Kenny stealing.
ED: I haven't seen him pocket anything.
I suppose he could have but both his hands are on the camera all the time.
The truth is, the guy's not a thief, he's a putz.
[Danny grunts affirmatively.]
Mr.
Deline.
- I'm so very sorry, sir.
- What? I took this from Mr.
Pyken.
Kenny.
Mr.
Pyken just kept dropping his chips, sir.
And I was helping him pick them up and giving them back to him.
I guess somewhere in the middle of all that, sir I started thinking about that nice young couple I met in front of the Mystique restaurant and how they wanted to go in there, but they couldn't afford it.
And I guess I just went cuckoo or something, sir.
Cuckoo.
I thought, "Mr.
Pyken's not going to miss one little chip, is he? "And I can make those people so happy.
" And I would've given my own money, of course, sir but, you know, my rent was due and all.
You know, I'm just sorry the whole thing happened, sir.
Well, I appreciate your honesty, Kenny.
Thank you, sir.
And the truth is if you hadn't come clean like this I would have just assumed that Pyken was looking to make trouble because there's no way we would actually have known how much money he had.
I would probably have let the thing go.
I just want to make people happy, sir.
That's why I did it.
And I'm not using that as an excuse, but you know, geez whillikers, sometimes it's just nice to be nice, sir.
Yeah.
I believe you, Kenny.
I truly do believe that you wanted to make that couple happy.
If anyone could understand, sir, I knew it would be you.
But I got to let you go, Kenny.
- Excuse me? - I mean, you stole money from a guest.
No, sir.
You see the Montecito here, this is my life, sir.
And I'm sure if you gave me just one more chance things would be just Just no exceptions.
[Sombre instrumental music.]
I'm so happy that we could get together.
You know, girls code and everything.
Connor's off playing golf again.
Guess I better get used to it.
There's something else about him you'll have to get used to.
[Sighs.]
The knuckle cracking.
I know.
It drives me crazy.
That's unattractive, but also, Connor slept with me.
Connor's got a ton of old girlfriends.
I must know three or four.
We slept together on Monday and he didn't mention you or your engagement at all.
They just have one thing on their minds, don't they? [Snickering.]
So predictable.
He didn't break any vows.
We weren't married yet.
I'm sorry, so you want to marry a man that you don't trust? Do you know how rich he is? [Laughs incredulously.]
What about happiness? Money makes me really happy.
Look at this.
He moved over to the crap table.
He still can't lose.
It's imperative that I talk to Fred.
He might be suffering from dysfunctional alienation possibly the result of a persecution complex.
Ness? What's he up? I'll be right there.
ED: He's up $6 million.
$6 million.
It all started with your $200, "Let's show him how to gamble.
" Mr.
Deline, removing Fred will only fuel his self-sabotage.
The point is, I've never seen anything like it before.
He's completely unconscious.
He wins everything he touches.
He'll leave with a nice parting gift.
Excuse me.
Do you have any interest in my opinions? Excuse me.
[Ed sighs.]
I'll tell you what.
Let's you and me have a secret code, okay? Whenever I fall down and break my arm that'll mean I'm interested in what you have to say.
Okay? Good.
Madison told me about your little underhanded attempt to break us up.
You don't have anything to worry about.
She would marry Charles Manson if his bank account was fat enough.
Quite a catch.
Sam, like myself, she's very open-minded.
Which is why, you're gonna like this, I am not gonna report your betrayal.
- Really? - Really.
- I think you should.
- No.
I'd rather be fired than spend time with you or your incredibly romantic girlfriend.
I am not gonna report you because I'm bigger than that.
Believe me, you're not big at all.
MAN: Eleven! FRED: Yes! Oh, baby! [All cheering.]
It doesn't stop.
Excuse me.
Let's cut the action.
Hold on.
ED: If you're not playing here, ladies and gentlemen If you don't mind, I need a moment of privacy.
Greg, would you please I just can't afford to let you play any longer.
Yours is the biggest winning streak in the history of the Montecito.
FRED: You mean I have to leave? DANNY: Yeah, you got to leave.
Yeah, with $6 million.
But listen, it's not just the money.
I mean, after all I've experienced here I just don't think I could be happy anywhere else.
You know, Mr.
Deline, my whole life, I've had bad luck and now finally, because of you and you and you, I've had good luck.
Like, real good luck.
I've had a great time.
Maybe I could just like You could let me ride it out.
No, I'm really sorry, Fred.
I just can't.
ED: Great.
FRED: Thanks, Mr.
Deline.
Thank you, Fred.
Colour him out.
Fred, hi.
I'm Phil Maloof and you're welcome to stay at the Palms anytime.
Isn't that nice? You know what, Phil? You spend so much time here, why don't you buy the joint? I tried, but Brunson wouldn't sell.
[Laughs.]
ED: You're a riot.
FRED: Yeah.
Nessa.
[Sighs.]
[Footsteps approaching.]
I think you two know each other.
FRED: Linda! LINDA: Thank God you're okay.
If you were having problems, why didn't you call me? I don't know.
Because you dumped me.
I care about you, okay? I've missed you so much.
I missed you, too, Freddie.
They said you won some money.
Not much.
He don't need no psychiatrist.
$6 million and a forgiving girlfriend ought to do the trick.
If he still has a room, I'd like him out of my office.
[Upbeat swing music.]
KENNY: Hey, Danny.
DANNY: Kenny.
I just wanted to thank you for lining up my new job over at the Candy Museum.
Don't worry about it.
I went to high school with the manager.
- Seemed like a good fit.
- A perfect fit.
I hand these things out all day to people.
You should see the smiles on their faces.
- Yeah? - Who wouldn't like to get a free chewy neon-bright saltwater taffy treat? I got to go, Danny.
What's he doing here? I got him a job at the Candy Museum.
- He was just coming by to thank me.
- That's nice.
Let me ask you, is this a casino or a frigging employment agency? A casino.
My mistake.
And by the way Fred told me you hired a real psychiatrist for him down in San Diego.
Is that true? That's different, though.
Let me see something.
That's my six iron.
Where the hell did you get my six iron? [Upbeat swing music continues.]