Las Vegas s01e18 Episode Script
Nevada State
[Energetic instrumental music.]
GIRLS: [Chanting.]
Let's go, Tigers! [All screaming excitedly.]
Ladies, we need to clear this area for traffic.
How we doing? Mary, I don't know if I'm in heaven or hell.
[Laughing.]
[Man whistling.]
Hey, Tigers, three words: "Ba-ring it.
" GIRLS: Yeah.
Figures.
It's my alma mater.
It's Bring it On, Las Vegas.
It's also catty.
MARY: It wasn't like that when I was a cheerleader.
Wait.
You were a cheerleader? Did I just say that out loud? You still got your pom-poms? Pom-pom humour.
Never gets old.
CAROLINE: Mary? Mary Connell, hi! CAROLINE: Oh, my God! It's so good to see you! Let me look at you.
Wow, you haven't changed much at all.
I'm Caroline.
Hi.
We were co-captains junior and senior years.
Can you believe it? I finally got them to State.
So many years, so many dreams, and we're finally here.
Next stop, the Nationals.
That's amazing.
So you're the coach? Yeah.
It's something I do in my spare time.
Todd and I have our tanning salon up in Green Valley.
Look! Yeah.
So you married Todd Pzarchik? Going on seven years now.
Wait.
Wasn't he quarterback for the Cardinals? Yeah, until some cheater lineman tore his meniscus.
How about you? Husband? House? Kids? No.
I'm just busy working.
CAROLINE: Girls! Stay together! No trash talk! Real busy.
I have to go - because I'm organising this cheerleader - We'll get together, catch up! CAROLINE: Go, Neons! MARY: Okay! I hate that girl.
MIKE: Seemed okay to me.
MARY: No.
You won't understand, Mike.
Caroline Pzarchik haunted me.
All through high school, we competed over everything.
Not just cheerleading.
It was grades.
Thank you.
It was boys.
Please don't let her find out that Danny works here.
I don't see her again until fifth period study hall, but I'm serious, Mike.
You're very welcome.
Don't be ridiculous.
I love driving that little cart around.
I'll talk to you soon.
SAM: Hi! DAVE: Hey, Sammy.
SAM: Did you just get in? DAVE: We chartered a jet.
- We? - I brought the boys from the bond desk.
DAVE: Fourth quarter's through the roof.
MAN: How are you? If it's too much for you to handle we could always spread the action around town.
SAM: Too much for me to handle? The gentlemen of Shepard Polk shall have my complete attention.
- I'll see you soon.
- Thanks.
Better.
[Cell phone ringing.]
This is Sam.
WESLEY: Hey, pretty girl.
WESLEY: You at the MGM? SAM: The Montecito.
Who's this? WESLEY: That makes me sad.
You don't recognise my voice? It's me, Wes.
Don't call me again.
Hope that wasn't a client.
No, it's not a client.
He's in prison in Carson City.
If you didn't want to talk to him, why'd you accept the collect call? He didn't call me collect.
Then I've got news for you, young lady.
He's not in Carson City.
Inmates cannot make direct calls.
You're starting to freak me out.
ED: Let me ask you something.
I mean, this is a wild shot.
Is his name Richard Allen Wesley? How the hell do you know that? It's all over the news.
He escaped Nevada State Prison this morning.
[Tense instrumental music.]
[Theme music.]
Richard Allen Wesley was part of a prison work crew brought to the California-Nevada border to help repair a collapsed overpass when he made his daring escape by overpowering a highway patrolman.
Those in the Vegas area remember Wesley as the handyman who murdered Gardy Grissom the eccentric casino heir Iocal legend has it, buried millions of dollars of silver somewhere in the Nevada desert.
DANNY: I can't believe they're still talking about that silver.
We used to get drunk and look for it like it was a treasure hunt.
DANNY: If it were real, someone would've found it.
There is no silver.
What I'd like to know is what the heck were you doing with this Grissom's killer.
I wasn't with him.
We both worked for Gardy.
Doing what? - What is with the third degree from you? - I'm just asking questions, Sam.
Listen, why is Wesley calling you after 13 years in the joint? Ed.
Sam, I don't need some killer con coming to my casino, okay? I know that.
I'm not worried about this, so you should not be worried about this.
Now, if you two will excuse me, I have a dozen investment bankers who are looking to drop their year-end bonuses at your casino.
REPORTER: Though not very many people ever got close to the eccentric bachelor and there were many rumours about his odd and troubled personal life Get a copy of this lowlife's photo to Nessa and the rest of the pit bosses.
If Wesley's on his way here, don't you think we should call the authorities? Yeah, all right.
I'll get Luis.
Listen, you don't happen to know if he was on the force at the time of the Grissom murder, do you? - I think so.
Why? - Well, you heard Sam.
She knew him, she didn't know him.
She was old, she was young.
Not exactly full disclosure.
- That's a million-to-one shot.
- That's Vegas, right? DAVE: Yeah? Bloody hell! I can play any bloody way I like! Listen, jackass, you're affecting the other players.
You don't hit on 16.
You took the dealer's bust card.
What seems to be the problem? I can't play with idiots at my table.
They're hitting when they shouldn't.
I'll show you how to hit.
You want to step outside? Maybe you could play at another table.
You can't boot us for playing on instinct.
I can remove you for any reason I deem fit.
Deem fit? Listen to Queen Elizabeth over here.
Leave her out of this.
Don't you know how to talk to a lady? No, it's all right.
What do you expect from a Chelsea fan? Barbarians.
You're a Man United supporter.
What, you're a Cockney Red? No, actually I was born in Manchester.
- Yeah, home of the queens on Canal Street.
- Yeah, mate.
And the world's consummate football club.
Consummate? I think I'm gonna have to whip out my dictionary.
NESSA: The only whipping that'll be going on is Manchester whipping Chelsea's arse in tomorrow's match.
You wish, love.
Why don't you fellows run along while you're still allowed in the Montecito? This blackjack's really just for wankers, darling, isn't it? Know what I mean? HOOLIGAN 1: Let's go, boys.
Manchester United sucks! Chelsea! [Hip-hop song playing.]
CAROLINE: Come on, keep it tight.
Work those arms.
CAROLINE: I see doughnut holes! [Caroline blows whistle.]
CAROLINE: Come on, people! I can't believe you were a cheerleader.
When I grew up, it was queer to cheer.
At my school, it was perfectly heterosexual.
I bet Danny liked your pom-poms.
What's with the pom-pom jokes? CAROLINE: Lizzie, focus! You're all over the place! CAROLINE: And the rest of you, what is that? Are you sleepwalking? Come on.
Get up there.
Stay tall.
Andrea! That might be fine for a JV basketball game, but here it's gonna get you a big "L" for "loser!" Now focus! - Hi.
- Mary! Mary, quite contrary.
That was a very, very complicated routine.
I'm impressed.
Well, it's better when they do it right.
MARY: This is my friend Delinda.
DELINDA: How are you? - You guys went to high school together.
- Yeah, I know all Mary's dirty secrets.
Did Mary tell you Danny works here, too? CAROLINE: Danny's here? DELINDA: Yeah.
I'll have to buy you drinks and tell you about Mary and Danny.
Believe me, there is a lot to tell.
You know, shoot.
I just I don't have the time.
CAROLINE: We could just go, the two of us.
DELINDA: Sure.
Okay.
Great.
Come on.
Actually Actually, now that I think about it - Could you hold this for a second? - Sure.
I have a window at 8:30.
That's great.
Don't forget to bring Danny.
MARY: Okay.
CAROLINE: Lizzie! [Blowing whistle.]
[Sighs loudly.]
What? Just exactly what was Sam's connection to this Wesley guy? I can get in serious trouble if I tell you this.
Luis.
Sam testified against Wesley in the Grissom murder trial.
Apparently, she witnessed the crime.
How come we never heard about this? She was 17 at the time of the murder, which is why her testimony is sealed and why what I'm telling you can't leave this room.
[Tense instrumental music.]
SAM: Lay low? What does that mean? - I want you working out of your suite, okay? - No, Ed.
I'm about to take six horny bonds salesmen to the Girl Factory, Palacio, Crazy Horse Too.
- I don't have time to be - Listen.
CROUPIER: Seven! A winner! [Players cheering.]
Look, I know you testified against Wesley.
ED: I also know you spend 13 years locked up you spend a lot of time thinking.
What you think about most is the person that put you there.
ED: Now, you get out, you start looking.
I really don't want you walking around here like a duck in a shooting gallery.
You get me? - I'm not staying in my suite.
- Honey, it's your life we're talking about.
No, this is my life that I'm talking about.
Everything that I've worked for to get to where I am is my life.
I can either risk getting hurt or I can risk losing everything I love.
I'm not gonna stop living my life because some fugitive may be after me.
[Cell phone ringing.]
[Suspenseful instrumental music.]
No.
This is Sam.
MAN: Sam, I got a limo out here for you.
Yeah.
Hold on.
I know you're gonna take care of me.
To old friends and new friends.
MIKE: Hear, hear.
[Fast-paced rock music playing.]
CAROLINE: So, where's Danny? NESSA: Yeah, where's Danny? [Coughing.]
He had to work.
Yeah, he had a situation.
Sounded serious.
Suspicious elderly woman on video poker.
Poor Mary.
Still waiting for Danny.
I guess some things never change.
Don't tell me this has been going on since high school.
Why don't we get ourselves some calamari? Anyone up for squid? The ink they spray is meant to look like the squid so they can swim away from trouble.
DELINDA: I want to hear about Danny and Mary, the teenage years.
NESSA: Me, too.
None of us on the squad could figure out what was going on with them.
CAROLINE: They spent every day together after school.
But did they ever go on an actual date? CAROLINE: Even with the dances Danny took Kiki Torano to the junior semiformal and poor Mary spent the whole night collecting tickets in the parking lot.
That's how it always was.
Mary was his Monday-through-Thursday girl but come Friday night - Do you remember that? - Yeah.
[Elevator bell dings.]
SAM: Mr.
Markel.
SAM: Of course I know who you are.
You're Dave's friend from Shepard Polk.
[Laughing.]
SAM: That's me.
SAM: I can pretty much get you anything your heart desires.
[Tense instrumental music.]
I'll call you back.
Hey pretty girl.
The cameras are watching, if you think you're gonna hurt me.
Why would I want to hurt you, Sam? [Bell dings.]
MAN 1: Plane ride's about two-and-a-half hours? MAN 2: I just need to sleep.
WESLEY: Move! MAN 1: Hey! WESLEY: You bitch! [Fast-paced instrumental music.]
[Shouting in frustration.]
WESLEY: This ain't over yet! [Upbeat instrumental music.]
[Cell phone ringing.]
DANNY: Relax.
Just let it ring.
Whatever it is, it can SAM: This is Sam.
Mr.
Markel, I'm so sorry.
I was held up.
ED: Danny.
[Door closing.]
ED: Metro's here, helping our guys secure the perimeter.
How's our girl here? Absolutely.
I'll be right there.
No.
How many times I got to tell you? You can't walk out of here now.
I need you to listen to me.
This is a very big weekend for me.
I have new clients from New York City.
They're very young and rich.
We're talking about years of future business for us.
You barely escaped this guy once.
He finds you again, you won't have much of a future to worry about.
This is how it goes.
You stay in this room.
You stay in this room until Wesley is behind bars.
Is that clear? Yes, sir.
ED: Good.
Now, let's go.
Excuse me.
Yeah, excuse you.
CAROLINE: Suck in those abs, ladies.
Suck! [Hip-hop song playing.]
CAROLINE: Come on.
You're supposed to be athletes! Lizzie Posner, I want to see precision.
CAROLINE: Stop prancing! CAROLINE: Now, lock out.
Come on! Squeeze! CAROLINE: Lock out, Andrea! Lock out! Stop! What a disgrace, all of you! Lizzie Posner, you are the captain of this squad.
I expect more from you.
Don't just stand there.
Let me see your Neon clap.
Go, Neon! Go! Did you learn nothing in cheer camp? Where is your clap reverb? Come on! CAROLINE AND LIZZIE: Go! I know where you can go, bitch.
[All laughing.]
Is there something funny over there? Get it together! I want your moves sharper, your jumps higher, and your voices louder! I want your cheers to set off every car alarm in the Montecito parking lot! - Do you feel me? - Caroline? Hi.
Hi, ladies.
I'm sorry, but you gotta go.
Your time's up.
Other squads are waiting for the floor.
Come on, Mare Bear.
We just need a couple more minutes, and you make the rules, right? I'm sorry, no.
I just I can't.
You gotta go.
It's not right.
I'll tell you what's not right, a satin bustier in the daytime.
But you don't hear me telling you that's gotta go.
Lizzie, you know what kind of captain you are? You're like the captain of the Titanic.
CAROLINE: If you bring the ship down you're gonna regret it for the rest of your pathetic little life.
[Lizzie sobbing.]
HOOLIGANS: We are the boys in blue and white! HOOLIGANS: We love to sing and we love to fight! Security! HOOLIGANS: We are the boys in blue and white! HOOLIGANS: Chelsea! NESSA: You and your cretinous mates are no longer welcome at the Montecito.
Come on, love.
There's no other hotel on The Strip showing the Chelsea-Manchester game.
Not even you are cold enough to turn away a fellow countryman.
Watch me.
HOOLIGAN 1: You're ashamed! NESSA: You what? You're ashamed that your pansy little Manchester boys don't have what it takes to beat the mighty Chelsea.
You're scared, darling.
Mind you, I'd also be scared if our star player ran off to Spain with a Spice Girl.
Beckham may have left, but I'd take Giggs and van Nistelrooy over Hasselbaink and Duff any day of the week.
NESSA: You know what? Let him go.
So I'll have the satisfaction of watching you, as my American friends say, suck arse when Manchester demolishes Chelsea.
You can stay and watch the game on the condition that from now on you stay off the casino floor.
And you, put your shirt on! [Slow song playing.]
CROUPIER: Eleven! Pay the winner.
[Lizzie sniffling.]
MARY: Lizzie.
You okay? I'm trying really hard.
I mean, we all are, but it's just never good enough for her.
You look great to me.
Coach P.
Is always really strict but lately she's been crazy tough on us and I don't know, it seems like cheerleading is supposed to be fun, you know.
Like, even the word "cheering," as in "good cheer.
" You're right.
It is supposed to be fun.
MARY: If it isn't, why do it at all? MAN: Here you go, Mary.
MAN: Remember, under 21 can't stay on the floor.
MARY: Just give us a minute? Thank you.
- Can I ask you a question? - Yeah.
Do you think Coach P.
Is right? That I'll never amount to anything? No.
Now, don't be ridiculous.
If you speak your mind and you follow your heart you can do anything you want.
Now, can I ask you a question? This bustier's cool, right? Well, it is a little revealing.
Thank you.
Like that.
SAM: I want to thank you for this, but understand I cannot afford to lose the Shepard Polk business.
- You bet.
- Whatever the client wants, give it to him.
If you can't get it, call me and I'll get it.
How hard could it be to buy drinks for people? Isn't that pretty much all a casino host does? That's a joke, right? Okay.
Here.
This is a brief dossier on these guys.
Betting histories, wives' names, girlfriends' names.
Very important, okay? Favourite sports teams, where Okay, Mr.
Markel can only eat organic food.
Sam, I do run a nightclub.
I know a thing or two about service.
Yeah.
Delinda, you know, I'm a little worried about this.
With what you have going on business is the last thing you should be worried about.
I'll take care of this.
Relax.
Relax.
Why does everyone keep on telling me to relax? MIKE: Richard Allen Wesley's here? DANNY: Probably not anymore, but keep your eyes open for anything unusual.
Like what, a guy in prison stripes? We're distributing surveillance photos now in the meantime, spread word to the guys.
I'm happy to play Robin to your Batman.
That's all I get? We're talking about Sam.
CAROLINE: Danny? PROCESS SERVER: Caroline Pzarchik, this is for you.
PORTER: Here you go, Mike.
MIKE: Thanks.
[Upbeat music playing.]
DELINDA: Here you go.
DAVE: Thanks.
Say, sweetie? DAVE: Give me points on the Suns, Spurs, Mavs, Kings, Knicks, Jazz? I'm thinking of a three-team parlay.
DAVE: Get me the over-under on the Kings, 'cause Peja's on fire.
If it's under 200, I want to load up.
Thanks, doll.
Sure.
No problem.
ED: Delinda! DELINDA: What? - Now you broke my train of thought.
- I'm sorry.
Did you just comp high-roller suites for some guys from Shepard Polk? Yeah.
Sam told me to take care of her clients.
You gave away $3,200-a-night suites to four guys who have no history of playing here.
I'm sorry.
I was just trying to help.
I'm short of suites, and I got two big whales coming in from Hong Kong.
I have no place to put them.
Sweetheart, I love you, but the next time, just check with me or VIP services.
- Will you do that? - Okay.
Daddy, do you know where Page's Knick's Jazz Club is? Caroline, hi.
Are you okay? 'Cause Mike said you had some kind of a problem earlier.
I don't have a problem.
You're the one with the problem.
- Me? - You're jealous of me, like in high school.
Grow up, Mary.
Things change.
Life goes on.
You don't know anything about my life.
I am nothing like I used to be.
No? I know you're still waiting on Danny McCoy.
Same boy, different parking lot.
Better a parking lot than the street corner.
Right, Mary? MAN: Gotta get that taken care of.
That's the one that's DANNY: Can you imagine, 17 years old, witnessing something like that? Come here a minute.
ED: Just take a look at this.
It makes no sense.
If Wesley wanted to hurt her, he had plenty of time.
Why didn't he do it right there? Maybe he was worried about the hidden cameras, limited escape routes.
ED: No.
If it's just payback he wanted, he could have done it right here.
But no, he didn't.
So, what does he want? I said I don't know.
I don't know how many times we have to go over this ED: We're gonna go over it again and again and again until you tell me the truth.
What is it that he wants with you? What? Sam, please.
It's the silver.
Grissom's silver? The stuff buried in the desert? That's ridiculous.
There is no silver.
SAM: There is silver.
Gardy told me.
DANNY: He told you.
I lived with him during the time of the murder.
- You were 17.
- He thought I was 20.
I was on my own.
I had nowhere else to go, so he took me in.
You know, I did what I had to do.
So Grissom told you where the silver was but I don't get what's Wesley's connection here.
Wesley was Gardy's handyman and he used to constantly torment me behind Gardy's back and tell me that I was just another one of Gardy's girls.
I wasn't.
He cared about me.
And so, you know, to shut him up, I said: "So, if Gardy doesn't care about me "then why would he tell me where he buried his precious silver?" I know.
It's stupid.
I was 17.
ED: Why don't you get a little rest? For me, go lay down.
Just a little rest, please.
You stay with her, okay? In this room.
You stay with her in this room.
[Tense instrumental music.]
Danny? [Tense instrumental music continues.]
[Door opening.]
SAM: Danny? WESLEY: Hey, pretty girl.
[Tense instrumental music intensifies.]
[Danny shushing.]
[Sam moaning.]
[Sam screams.]
You okay? SAM: I'm fine.
[Audience cheering.]
[Fast-paced instrumental music.]
ANNOUNCER: All right.
Let's have a big round of applause for the Central High School Wildcats! Remember, the two top teams from today's competition will go on to the Nationals in Atlanta next month.
Now let's hear it for the two-time defending champions What are you doing here? the River High School Tigers! - Police business.
I'll bet.
[Rhythmic instrumental music.]
They're really great.
[Audience cheering.]
ANNOUNCER: Let's give it up for the River High School Coffee was really great.
How about dinner next time? You have my number.
Hi.
Excuse me.
Where's Vegas South? They haven't checked in yet.
If they don't check in soon, they will be disqualified.
Thank you.
ANNOUNCER: They'll be looking at precision, originality, and level of difficulty.
And some of those moves today have been incredible.
MARY: Lizzie, hey.
MARY: Excuse me.
ANNOUNCER: Give a Las Vegas welcome, from Wilbur High School Lizzie, hi.
Why haven't you checked in? - We're not competing.
- Why not? - Because of what you said.
- What I said? - You said we shouldn't cheer if it wasn't fun.
- I didn't say that.
- You said, "If it's not fun, why do it?" - I meant that rhetorically.
LIZZIE: Rhetor-what? MARY: Rhetorically.
All I meant was for you to have fun out there.
That's all.
I wasn't telling you to quit.
[Exclaiming in surprise.]
What if Wesley doesn't get caught? I stay locked up in my room indefinitely? He's the one who's supposed to be locked up.
- He will be soon.
- He got past you once.
I promise you he's not gonna get back into the Montecito.
Okay? [Tense instrumental music.]
You can't park here.
We gotta keep this lane clear.
That's right.
Thank you.
Hey, just bring it around there.
[Elevator bell dings.]
NESSA: You.
HOOLIGAN 1: You.
- So - You - You first.
- No, you.
I insist.
You resting up before your dressing down later? Dressing down? That's some tough talk.
Bit of a stuck-up little priss, aren't we, love? Yeah, not as prissy as Chelsea's defenders.
Figure it's you that needs a bit of dressing down.
Maybe then we can see what's been stuck up your arse.
Sticks and stones.
That's what's up there, is it? Yeah.
That's what's making you so crabby.
Hang on.
How's about you put your money where that snobby little mouth of yours is? Chelsea wins, and you go out with me.
I can't wager on sporting events.
And even if I were allowed to, what if I win? Darling! [Nessa laughing.]
How is it a bet if I get the same thing whether I win or lose? Yeah, but you're feeling a little tempted, aren't you? If by "tempted," you mean "repulsed," then yeah.
I'm really tempted.
I'll see you at kick-off.
[Upbeat music playing.]
Why? Why would you turn them against me? My girls.
My little Neons.
I didn't turn them against you.
You have always tried to sabotage me.
MARY: What is wrong with you, Caroline? Whatever it is, please, just let it go.
- We're not in high school anymore.
- Unfortunately not.
Unfortunately? If high school was the high point of your life, you don't have much to look forward to.
I'll tell you what I have to look forward to.
A day in court.
The tanning salon is bankrupt and that son of a bitch pissed away our loan at every sports book on The Strip.
We're separated.
Caroline Going on 10 months now.
Things have been bad for a lot longer than that.
I am sorry.
I had no idea.
I can't even take this thing off.
Castile soap.
Does the trick every time.
CAROLINE: It's not that.
It's just I feel like if I take it off it's like I'm letting go of all the promise that my life had.
But I gotta tell you, Caroline that pushing the team so hard is no way to fix anything.
I know.
I just I don't want them to end up like me.
The one good thing I had going for me was this coaching job and, I mean, if the girls refuse to compete I'm gonna lose that, too.
[Sobbing.]
Here.
Do you remember what we used to say when our team was down in the fourth quarter? [Chanting.]
"Raise those voices.
Scream and shout.
" [Chanting.]
"We may be down, but we're not out.
" DAVE: And we're coming up.
Hi.
I need four tickets to the 7:30 performance of O.
- Six tickets! - Six tickets.
Can you make that six tickets? I know it's sold out, but you always come through for Sam at the last minute.
CROUPIER: Three craps, three on the field.
DAVE: Where have you guys been? - Our car never showed.
- I'm so sorry.
- They also took our suites.
- He's joking, right? I am checking on that right now.
I thought you were getting me O tickets right now.
No, I'm doing that, too.
You're a beautiful girl, but I got a relationship with Sam Marquez so if she's too busy for me, then we're just gonna go to the Palms.
- Colour me up, would you? - Come on, guys.
Don't go, please.
[Cell phone ringing.]
I'm sorry.
Did I hang up on you? What? No.
Hang up on who? Don't go.
Please.
Who are you talking to? DELINDA: Don't go.
Come on.
Please.
No hard feelings.
Tell Sam to feel better.
Bye.
- Do not let them leave.
- What do you want me to do, tackle them? I don't care if you strip.
Just keep them there.
Hello? Delinda! - What? - I have to go to the bathroom.
- Don't move.
- No, I've gotta go.
No.
Give me your word that you're not going anywhere.
I'll give you my word that the second you put your hand on your zipper, I'm out the door.
- I'm just kidding.
- I thought that you were serious.
No.
Go pee.
[Door closing.]
DANNY: Very funny, Sam.
Ladies, Coach P.
Here has something she'd like to say.
[Rhythmic instrumental music.]
I'm sorry.
You have the chance to make history today.
MARY: You could bring Vegas South cheerleading where it's never been before to Nationals.
MARY: What do we say, Neons? Are we gonna win this thing or what? ALL: Yeah! VALET 1: I think it's in the rear lot.
I got it.
VALET 2: You got a ticket? Mike, have you seen Sam's clients? They were on their way to the Palms.
You can't miss them.
Wealthy, khaki-sport-coating kind of guys.
I'm busy right now.
You gotta be more specific.
Sam's on her way down, and she's gonna kill me.
Excuse me.
Are you Sam Marquez? No, I'm not Sam Marquez.
I'm supposed to take some of her clients to the Palms.
Hang on.
Tell her to meet me around by the clubhouse entrance.
WESLEY: I got blocked out.
SAM: This is Sam.
DELINDA: Listen.
You might be able to catch the Shepard Polk guys.
[Cell phone ringing.]
Excuse me.
LUIS: Perez.
ED: Whoa.
Stop.
What do you mean, she got past you? She's 105 pounds with sandbags in her pants.
Was she disguised as a giraffe? - You want me handcuff her to the bed? - Yes! DANNY: We can't do that.
Wesley's probably halfway to Denver by now.
No.
A limo driver on Tropicana was carjacked about 90 minutes ago.
The guy took the limo and the driver's clothes.
- Wesley? - Matches the description.
There's a million drivers on The Strip.
ED: John! JOHN: Sir.
Call Mike, have him screen all the limos.
JOHN: Yes, sir.
[Tense instrumental music.]
Where the heck is she? DELINDA: Is the driver there? SAM: I think I see him.
All right.
Thanks.
DELINDA: Sorry about before.
Don't worry.
Thank you for everything.
Hi.
Is this Hop in.
WESLEY: I know it's on Grissom's land somewhere.
That much I got out of the old man before he went.
WESLEY: You gotta tell me where.
I think you should turn yourself in before things get bad for you.
Thanks, babe.
And I'll just serve out the rest of my 35 years.
Wow.
Is that all you get for killing a man in cold blood? I forgot.
You cared about Grissom.
I'm sure he loved you, too.
You were some piece.
Still are.
Damn it.
Where is she? - She's not picking up her cell phone.
- Just try the suite again.
DELINDA: Daddy.
ED: What? I've got Sam on the phone.
DANNY: Where's she? We were talking, when I don't know.
Sam? - The line's open, but the signal is weak.
- Here, connect it to the speaker.
ED: Triangulate the signal, see if we can get a location on her.
WESLEY: Come on, now.
WESLEY: Don't feel bad, sweets.
He liked you.
He said your name right before he died.
You think that's really funny? You're nothing, Wesley.
SAM: You hear me? ED: She knows her phone's on.
SAM: What's it feel like to be pathetic? WESLEY: Shut up.
Why are you taking me to Eagle Springs? WESLEY: I told you, shut up! Eagle Springs? That's on 93.
Call Luis, tell him to get a chopper in the air right over 93.
What are you doing? If you're not gonna give me what I need, I guess I'm free to kill you, too for putting me away.
I'd rather have the silver, but this'll be fun.
I don't know where the silver is.
I don't believe you.
Why were you bragging about it? Because I was 17.
I didn't know what I was doing.
I wanted people to think that Gardy confided in me.
I made it up.
What the heck was that? WESLEY: Lying bitch! Okay.
Now, you just tell me where it is.
Spill your guts, or I'll spill them for you.
SAM: [Static.]
Keep going straight.
Land tennial.
- Sounded like "tennial.
" - Centennial? Could have been.
Grissom owned oil fields in Centennial Valley.
- My dad did some work for him.
- I know the joint.
Let's go.
ED: Keep that line open.
MELISSA: Okay.
[Audience cheering.]
[Hip-hop music playing.]
WESLEY: Get out of the car! Come on! Get out! DANNY: Ed, if this guy finds the silver, he's gonna kill her.
WESLEY: Where is it? SAM: It's over there.
- Where? - Over there! [Audience cheering.]
[Hip-hop music continues playing.]
[Audience applauding.]
Oh, my God.
We did it! No, you did it.
[Tense instrumental music.]
I think you should have turned back there.
ED: You think there's a prom out here? 'Cause if not, this is the place.
DANNY: What are you doing? ED: May 2, 1863.
DANNY: Battle of Chancellorsville.
Yeah.
WESLEY: Yeah! [Tense instrumental music intensifies.]
WESLEY: Put your hands up! Keep them up! ED: Put the gun down.
Get on the ground now! Put the gun down, man.
I'm not armed, man.
Look.
WESLEY: Stop! Stay where you are, man.
WESLEY: Get on the ground now! Come on! Or I'll blow you away! ANNOUNCER: [On TV.]
Chelsea's last chance.
Hasselbaink crossing.
Hasselbaink to Duff, and Duff shoots.
He scores! Chelsea wins! Chelsea wins, 2-1! Thank you! I love you, darling! Oh, bloody hell! NESSA: Congratulations! PHOTOGRAPHER 1: One more.
Everybody smile.
There's always next year, darling.
Maybe by then Manchester will have grown some hair on their twig and berries? Piss off.
Bet you're glad to get rid of those hooligans.
Truth? They actually made me miss home.
You are home.
PHOTOGRAPHER 2: Smile, ladies.
Thank you, girls.
- Just like the old days.
- Yeah, except we never made it to Nationals.
[Girls screaming.]
CAROLINE: All right, girls.
Everyone in the bus.
I wish there was some way I could repay you.
Don't worry about me.
You've got a loan to repay.
I managed to forget for a couple of seconds.
Girls, go ahead without me.
I have a stop to make.
- Do you know any pawnshops around here? - Your engagement ring? After talking to you, I realised that it doesn't mean anything anymore and if I sell it, I can maybe save the business and put that no-good husband behind me.
I guess that's what you call killing two birds with one stone.
I hope you can do something about finding this bastard a real nice cellmate.
I'll see what I can do.
He sure deserves it.
COP: Detective Perez? LUIS: They've got it open.
COP: It's empty.
Excuse me.
- You don't seem too surprised.
- Well, if you knew Gardy Are you saying there's no silver? Not there.
[Upbeat folk rock music.]
GIRLS: [Chanting.]
Let's go, Tigers! [All screaming excitedly.]
Ladies, we need to clear this area for traffic.
How we doing? Mary, I don't know if I'm in heaven or hell.
[Laughing.]
[Man whistling.]
Hey, Tigers, three words: "Ba-ring it.
" GIRLS: Yeah.
Figures.
It's my alma mater.
It's Bring it On, Las Vegas.
It's also catty.
MARY: It wasn't like that when I was a cheerleader.
Wait.
You were a cheerleader? Did I just say that out loud? You still got your pom-poms? Pom-pom humour.
Never gets old.
CAROLINE: Mary? Mary Connell, hi! CAROLINE: Oh, my God! It's so good to see you! Let me look at you.
Wow, you haven't changed much at all.
I'm Caroline.
Hi.
We were co-captains junior and senior years.
Can you believe it? I finally got them to State.
So many years, so many dreams, and we're finally here.
Next stop, the Nationals.
That's amazing.
So you're the coach? Yeah.
It's something I do in my spare time.
Todd and I have our tanning salon up in Green Valley.
Look! Yeah.
So you married Todd Pzarchik? Going on seven years now.
Wait.
Wasn't he quarterback for the Cardinals? Yeah, until some cheater lineman tore his meniscus.
How about you? Husband? House? Kids? No.
I'm just busy working.
CAROLINE: Girls! Stay together! No trash talk! Real busy.
I have to go - because I'm organising this cheerleader - We'll get together, catch up! CAROLINE: Go, Neons! MARY: Okay! I hate that girl.
MIKE: Seemed okay to me.
MARY: No.
You won't understand, Mike.
Caroline Pzarchik haunted me.
All through high school, we competed over everything.
Not just cheerleading.
It was grades.
Thank you.
It was boys.
Please don't let her find out that Danny works here.
I don't see her again until fifth period study hall, but I'm serious, Mike.
You're very welcome.
Don't be ridiculous.
I love driving that little cart around.
I'll talk to you soon.
SAM: Hi! DAVE: Hey, Sammy.
SAM: Did you just get in? DAVE: We chartered a jet.
- We? - I brought the boys from the bond desk.
DAVE: Fourth quarter's through the roof.
MAN: How are you? If it's too much for you to handle we could always spread the action around town.
SAM: Too much for me to handle? The gentlemen of Shepard Polk shall have my complete attention.
- I'll see you soon.
- Thanks.
Better.
[Cell phone ringing.]
This is Sam.
WESLEY: Hey, pretty girl.
WESLEY: You at the MGM? SAM: The Montecito.
Who's this? WESLEY: That makes me sad.
You don't recognise my voice? It's me, Wes.
Don't call me again.
Hope that wasn't a client.
No, it's not a client.
He's in prison in Carson City.
If you didn't want to talk to him, why'd you accept the collect call? He didn't call me collect.
Then I've got news for you, young lady.
He's not in Carson City.
Inmates cannot make direct calls.
You're starting to freak me out.
ED: Let me ask you something.
I mean, this is a wild shot.
Is his name Richard Allen Wesley? How the hell do you know that? It's all over the news.
He escaped Nevada State Prison this morning.
[Tense instrumental music.]
[Theme music.]
Richard Allen Wesley was part of a prison work crew brought to the California-Nevada border to help repair a collapsed overpass when he made his daring escape by overpowering a highway patrolman.
Those in the Vegas area remember Wesley as the handyman who murdered Gardy Grissom the eccentric casino heir Iocal legend has it, buried millions of dollars of silver somewhere in the Nevada desert.
DANNY: I can't believe they're still talking about that silver.
We used to get drunk and look for it like it was a treasure hunt.
DANNY: If it were real, someone would've found it.
There is no silver.
What I'd like to know is what the heck were you doing with this Grissom's killer.
I wasn't with him.
We both worked for Gardy.
Doing what? - What is with the third degree from you? - I'm just asking questions, Sam.
Listen, why is Wesley calling you after 13 years in the joint? Ed.
Sam, I don't need some killer con coming to my casino, okay? I know that.
I'm not worried about this, so you should not be worried about this.
Now, if you two will excuse me, I have a dozen investment bankers who are looking to drop their year-end bonuses at your casino.
REPORTER: Though not very many people ever got close to the eccentric bachelor and there were many rumours about his odd and troubled personal life Get a copy of this lowlife's photo to Nessa and the rest of the pit bosses.
If Wesley's on his way here, don't you think we should call the authorities? Yeah, all right.
I'll get Luis.
Listen, you don't happen to know if he was on the force at the time of the Grissom murder, do you? - I think so.
Why? - Well, you heard Sam.
She knew him, she didn't know him.
She was old, she was young.
Not exactly full disclosure.
- That's a million-to-one shot.
- That's Vegas, right? DAVE: Yeah? Bloody hell! I can play any bloody way I like! Listen, jackass, you're affecting the other players.
You don't hit on 16.
You took the dealer's bust card.
What seems to be the problem? I can't play with idiots at my table.
They're hitting when they shouldn't.
I'll show you how to hit.
You want to step outside? Maybe you could play at another table.
You can't boot us for playing on instinct.
I can remove you for any reason I deem fit.
Deem fit? Listen to Queen Elizabeth over here.
Leave her out of this.
Don't you know how to talk to a lady? No, it's all right.
What do you expect from a Chelsea fan? Barbarians.
You're a Man United supporter.
What, you're a Cockney Red? No, actually I was born in Manchester.
- Yeah, home of the queens on Canal Street.
- Yeah, mate.
And the world's consummate football club.
Consummate? I think I'm gonna have to whip out my dictionary.
NESSA: The only whipping that'll be going on is Manchester whipping Chelsea's arse in tomorrow's match.
You wish, love.
Why don't you fellows run along while you're still allowed in the Montecito? This blackjack's really just for wankers, darling, isn't it? Know what I mean? HOOLIGAN 1: Let's go, boys.
Manchester United sucks! Chelsea! [Hip-hop song playing.]
CAROLINE: Come on, keep it tight.
Work those arms.
CAROLINE: I see doughnut holes! [Caroline blows whistle.]
CAROLINE: Come on, people! I can't believe you were a cheerleader.
When I grew up, it was queer to cheer.
At my school, it was perfectly heterosexual.
I bet Danny liked your pom-poms.
What's with the pom-pom jokes? CAROLINE: Lizzie, focus! You're all over the place! CAROLINE: And the rest of you, what is that? Are you sleepwalking? Come on.
Get up there.
Stay tall.
Andrea! That might be fine for a JV basketball game, but here it's gonna get you a big "L" for "loser!" Now focus! - Hi.
- Mary! Mary, quite contrary.
That was a very, very complicated routine.
I'm impressed.
Well, it's better when they do it right.
MARY: This is my friend Delinda.
DELINDA: How are you? - You guys went to high school together.
- Yeah, I know all Mary's dirty secrets.
Did Mary tell you Danny works here, too? CAROLINE: Danny's here? DELINDA: Yeah.
I'll have to buy you drinks and tell you about Mary and Danny.
Believe me, there is a lot to tell.
You know, shoot.
I just I don't have the time.
CAROLINE: We could just go, the two of us.
DELINDA: Sure.
Okay.
Great.
Come on.
Actually Actually, now that I think about it - Could you hold this for a second? - Sure.
I have a window at 8:30.
That's great.
Don't forget to bring Danny.
MARY: Okay.
CAROLINE: Lizzie! [Blowing whistle.]
[Sighs loudly.]
What? Just exactly what was Sam's connection to this Wesley guy? I can get in serious trouble if I tell you this.
Luis.
Sam testified against Wesley in the Grissom murder trial.
Apparently, she witnessed the crime.
How come we never heard about this? She was 17 at the time of the murder, which is why her testimony is sealed and why what I'm telling you can't leave this room.
[Tense instrumental music.]
SAM: Lay low? What does that mean? - I want you working out of your suite, okay? - No, Ed.
I'm about to take six horny bonds salesmen to the Girl Factory, Palacio, Crazy Horse Too.
- I don't have time to be - Listen.
CROUPIER: Seven! A winner! [Players cheering.]
Look, I know you testified against Wesley.
ED: I also know you spend 13 years locked up you spend a lot of time thinking.
What you think about most is the person that put you there.
ED: Now, you get out, you start looking.
I really don't want you walking around here like a duck in a shooting gallery.
You get me? - I'm not staying in my suite.
- Honey, it's your life we're talking about.
No, this is my life that I'm talking about.
Everything that I've worked for to get to where I am is my life.
I can either risk getting hurt or I can risk losing everything I love.
I'm not gonna stop living my life because some fugitive may be after me.
[Cell phone ringing.]
[Suspenseful instrumental music.]
No.
This is Sam.
MAN: Sam, I got a limo out here for you.
Yeah.
Hold on.
I know you're gonna take care of me.
To old friends and new friends.
MIKE: Hear, hear.
[Fast-paced rock music playing.]
CAROLINE: So, where's Danny? NESSA: Yeah, where's Danny? [Coughing.]
He had to work.
Yeah, he had a situation.
Sounded serious.
Suspicious elderly woman on video poker.
Poor Mary.
Still waiting for Danny.
I guess some things never change.
Don't tell me this has been going on since high school.
Why don't we get ourselves some calamari? Anyone up for squid? The ink they spray is meant to look like the squid so they can swim away from trouble.
DELINDA: I want to hear about Danny and Mary, the teenage years.
NESSA: Me, too.
None of us on the squad could figure out what was going on with them.
CAROLINE: They spent every day together after school.
But did they ever go on an actual date? CAROLINE: Even with the dances Danny took Kiki Torano to the junior semiformal and poor Mary spent the whole night collecting tickets in the parking lot.
That's how it always was.
Mary was his Monday-through-Thursday girl but come Friday night - Do you remember that? - Yeah.
[Elevator bell dings.]
SAM: Mr.
Markel.
SAM: Of course I know who you are.
You're Dave's friend from Shepard Polk.
[Laughing.]
SAM: That's me.
SAM: I can pretty much get you anything your heart desires.
[Tense instrumental music.]
I'll call you back.
Hey pretty girl.
The cameras are watching, if you think you're gonna hurt me.
Why would I want to hurt you, Sam? [Bell dings.]
MAN 1: Plane ride's about two-and-a-half hours? MAN 2: I just need to sleep.
WESLEY: Move! MAN 1: Hey! WESLEY: You bitch! [Fast-paced instrumental music.]
[Shouting in frustration.]
WESLEY: This ain't over yet! [Upbeat instrumental music.]
[Cell phone ringing.]
DANNY: Relax.
Just let it ring.
Whatever it is, it can SAM: This is Sam.
Mr.
Markel, I'm so sorry.
I was held up.
ED: Danny.
[Door closing.]
ED: Metro's here, helping our guys secure the perimeter.
How's our girl here? Absolutely.
I'll be right there.
No.
How many times I got to tell you? You can't walk out of here now.
I need you to listen to me.
This is a very big weekend for me.
I have new clients from New York City.
They're very young and rich.
We're talking about years of future business for us.
You barely escaped this guy once.
He finds you again, you won't have much of a future to worry about.
This is how it goes.
You stay in this room.
You stay in this room until Wesley is behind bars.
Is that clear? Yes, sir.
ED: Good.
Now, let's go.
Excuse me.
Yeah, excuse you.
CAROLINE: Suck in those abs, ladies.
Suck! [Hip-hop song playing.]
CAROLINE: Come on.
You're supposed to be athletes! Lizzie Posner, I want to see precision.
CAROLINE: Stop prancing! CAROLINE: Now, lock out.
Come on! Squeeze! CAROLINE: Lock out, Andrea! Lock out! Stop! What a disgrace, all of you! Lizzie Posner, you are the captain of this squad.
I expect more from you.
Don't just stand there.
Let me see your Neon clap.
Go, Neon! Go! Did you learn nothing in cheer camp? Where is your clap reverb? Come on! CAROLINE AND LIZZIE: Go! I know where you can go, bitch.
[All laughing.]
Is there something funny over there? Get it together! I want your moves sharper, your jumps higher, and your voices louder! I want your cheers to set off every car alarm in the Montecito parking lot! - Do you feel me? - Caroline? Hi.
Hi, ladies.
I'm sorry, but you gotta go.
Your time's up.
Other squads are waiting for the floor.
Come on, Mare Bear.
We just need a couple more minutes, and you make the rules, right? I'm sorry, no.
I just I can't.
You gotta go.
It's not right.
I'll tell you what's not right, a satin bustier in the daytime.
But you don't hear me telling you that's gotta go.
Lizzie, you know what kind of captain you are? You're like the captain of the Titanic.
CAROLINE: If you bring the ship down you're gonna regret it for the rest of your pathetic little life.
[Lizzie sobbing.]
HOOLIGANS: We are the boys in blue and white! HOOLIGANS: We love to sing and we love to fight! Security! HOOLIGANS: We are the boys in blue and white! HOOLIGANS: Chelsea! NESSA: You and your cretinous mates are no longer welcome at the Montecito.
Come on, love.
There's no other hotel on The Strip showing the Chelsea-Manchester game.
Not even you are cold enough to turn away a fellow countryman.
Watch me.
HOOLIGAN 1: You're ashamed! NESSA: You what? You're ashamed that your pansy little Manchester boys don't have what it takes to beat the mighty Chelsea.
You're scared, darling.
Mind you, I'd also be scared if our star player ran off to Spain with a Spice Girl.
Beckham may have left, but I'd take Giggs and van Nistelrooy over Hasselbaink and Duff any day of the week.
NESSA: You know what? Let him go.
So I'll have the satisfaction of watching you, as my American friends say, suck arse when Manchester demolishes Chelsea.
You can stay and watch the game on the condition that from now on you stay off the casino floor.
And you, put your shirt on! [Slow song playing.]
CROUPIER: Eleven! Pay the winner.
[Lizzie sniffling.]
MARY: Lizzie.
You okay? I'm trying really hard.
I mean, we all are, but it's just never good enough for her.
You look great to me.
Coach P.
Is always really strict but lately she's been crazy tough on us and I don't know, it seems like cheerleading is supposed to be fun, you know.
Like, even the word "cheering," as in "good cheer.
" You're right.
It is supposed to be fun.
MARY: If it isn't, why do it at all? MAN: Here you go, Mary.
MAN: Remember, under 21 can't stay on the floor.
MARY: Just give us a minute? Thank you.
- Can I ask you a question? - Yeah.
Do you think Coach P.
Is right? That I'll never amount to anything? No.
Now, don't be ridiculous.
If you speak your mind and you follow your heart you can do anything you want.
Now, can I ask you a question? This bustier's cool, right? Well, it is a little revealing.
Thank you.
Like that.
SAM: I want to thank you for this, but understand I cannot afford to lose the Shepard Polk business.
- You bet.
- Whatever the client wants, give it to him.
If you can't get it, call me and I'll get it.
How hard could it be to buy drinks for people? Isn't that pretty much all a casino host does? That's a joke, right? Okay.
Here.
This is a brief dossier on these guys.
Betting histories, wives' names, girlfriends' names.
Very important, okay? Favourite sports teams, where Okay, Mr.
Markel can only eat organic food.
Sam, I do run a nightclub.
I know a thing or two about service.
Yeah.
Delinda, you know, I'm a little worried about this.
With what you have going on business is the last thing you should be worried about.
I'll take care of this.
Relax.
Relax.
Why does everyone keep on telling me to relax? MIKE: Richard Allen Wesley's here? DANNY: Probably not anymore, but keep your eyes open for anything unusual.
Like what, a guy in prison stripes? We're distributing surveillance photos now in the meantime, spread word to the guys.
I'm happy to play Robin to your Batman.
That's all I get? We're talking about Sam.
CAROLINE: Danny? PROCESS SERVER: Caroline Pzarchik, this is for you.
PORTER: Here you go, Mike.
MIKE: Thanks.
[Upbeat music playing.]
DELINDA: Here you go.
DAVE: Thanks.
Say, sweetie? DAVE: Give me points on the Suns, Spurs, Mavs, Kings, Knicks, Jazz? I'm thinking of a three-team parlay.
DAVE: Get me the over-under on the Kings, 'cause Peja's on fire.
If it's under 200, I want to load up.
Thanks, doll.
Sure.
No problem.
ED: Delinda! DELINDA: What? - Now you broke my train of thought.
- I'm sorry.
Did you just comp high-roller suites for some guys from Shepard Polk? Yeah.
Sam told me to take care of her clients.
You gave away $3,200-a-night suites to four guys who have no history of playing here.
I'm sorry.
I was just trying to help.
I'm short of suites, and I got two big whales coming in from Hong Kong.
I have no place to put them.
Sweetheart, I love you, but the next time, just check with me or VIP services.
- Will you do that? - Okay.
Daddy, do you know where Page's Knick's Jazz Club is? Caroline, hi.
Are you okay? 'Cause Mike said you had some kind of a problem earlier.
I don't have a problem.
You're the one with the problem.
- Me? - You're jealous of me, like in high school.
Grow up, Mary.
Things change.
Life goes on.
You don't know anything about my life.
I am nothing like I used to be.
No? I know you're still waiting on Danny McCoy.
Same boy, different parking lot.
Better a parking lot than the street corner.
Right, Mary? MAN: Gotta get that taken care of.
That's the one that's DANNY: Can you imagine, 17 years old, witnessing something like that? Come here a minute.
ED: Just take a look at this.
It makes no sense.
If Wesley wanted to hurt her, he had plenty of time.
Why didn't he do it right there? Maybe he was worried about the hidden cameras, limited escape routes.
ED: No.
If it's just payback he wanted, he could have done it right here.
But no, he didn't.
So, what does he want? I said I don't know.
I don't know how many times we have to go over this ED: We're gonna go over it again and again and again until you tell me the truth.
What is it that he wants with you? What? Sam, please.
It's the silver.
Grissom's silver? The stuff buried in the desert? That's ridiculous.
There is no silver.
SAM: There is silver.
Gardy told me.
DANNY: He told you.
I lived with him during the time of the murder.
- You were 17.
- He thought I was 20.
I was on my own.
I had nowhere else to go, so he took me in.
You know, I did what I had to do.
So Grissom told you where the silver was but I don't get what's Wesley's connection here.
Wesley was Gardy's handyman and he used to constantly torment me behind Gardy's back and tell me that I was just another one of Gardy's girls.
I wasn't.
He cared about me.
And so, you know, to shut him up, I said: "So, if Gardy doesn't care about me "then why would he tell me where he buried his precious silver?" I know.
It's stupid.
I was 17.
ED: Why don't you get a little rest? For me, go lay down.
Just a little rest, please.
You stay with her, okay? In this room.
You stay with her in this room.
[Tense instrumental music.]
Danny? [Tense instrumental music continues.]
[Door opening.]
SAM: Danny? WESLEY: Hey, pretty girl.
[Tense instrumental music intensifies.]
[Danny shushing.]
[Sam moaning.]
[Sam screams.]
You okay? SAM: I'm fine.
[Audience cheering.]
[Fast-paced instrumental music.]
ANNOUNCER: All right.
Let's have a big round of applause for the Central High School Wildcats! Remember, the two top teams from today's competition will go on to the Nationals in Atlanta next month.
Now let's hear it for the two-time defending champions What are you doing here? the River High School Tigers! - Police business.
I'll bet.
[Rhythmic instrumental music.]
They're really great.
[Audience cheering.]
ANNOUNCER: Let's give it up for the River High School Coffee was really great.
How about dinner next time? You have my number.
Hi.
Excuse me.
Where's Vegas South? They haven't checked in yet.
If they don't check in soon, they will be disqualified.
Thank you.
ANNOUNCER: They'll be looking at precision, originality, and level of difficulty.
And some of those moves today have been incredible.
MARY: Lizzie, hey.
MARY: Excuse me.
ANNOUNCER: Give a Las Vegas welcome, from Wilbur High School Lizzie, hi.
Why haven't you checked in? - We're not competing.
- Why not? - Because of what you said.
- What I said? - You said we shouldn't cheer if it wasn't fun.
- I didn't say that.
- You said, "If it's not fun, why do it?" - I meant that rhetorically.
LIZZIE: Rhetor-what? MARY: Rhetorically.
All I meant was for you to have fun out there.
That's all.
I wasn't telling you to quit.
[Exclaiming in surprise.]
What if Wesley doesn't get caught? I stay locked up in my room indefinitely? He's the one who's supposed to be locked up.
- He will be soon.
- He got past you once.
I promise you he's not gonna get back into the Montecito.
Okay? [Tense instrumental music.]
You can't park here.
We gotta keep this lane clear.
That's right.
Thank you.
Hey, just bring it around there.
[Elevator bell dings.]
NESSA: You.
HOOLIGAN 1: You.
- So - You - You first.
- No, you.
I insist.
You resting up before your dressing down later? Dressing down? That's some tough talk.
Bit of a stuck-up little priss, aren't we, love? Yeah, not as prissy as Chelsea's defenders.
Figure it's you that needs a bit of dressing down.
Maybe then we can see what's been stuck up your arse.
Sticks and stones.
That's what's up there, is it? Yeah.
That's what's making you so crabby.
Hang on.
How's about you put your money where that snobby little mouth of yours is? Chelsea wins, and you go out with me.
I can't wager on sporting events.
And even if I were allowed to, what if I win? Darling! [Nessa laughing.]
How is it a bet if I get the same thing whether I win or lose? Yeah, but you're feeling a little tempted, aren't you? If by "tempted," you mean "repulsed," then yeah.
I'm really tempted.
I'll see you at kick-off.
[Upbeat music playing.]
Why? Why would you turn them against me? My girls.
My little Neons.
I didn't turn them against you.
You have always tried to sabotage me.
MARY: What is wrong with you, Caroline? Whatever it is, please, just let it go.
- We're not in high school anymore.
- Unfortunately not.
Unfortunately? If high school was the high point of your life, you don't have much to look forward to.
I'll tell you what I have to look forward to.
A day in court.
The tanning salon is bankrupt and that son of a bitch pissed away our loan at every sports book on The Strip.
We're separated.
Caroline Going on 10 months now.
Things have been bad for a lot longer than that.
I am sorry.
I had no idea.
I can't even take this thing off.
Castile soap.
Does the trick every time.
CAROLINE: It's not that.
It's just I feel like if I take it off it's like I'm letting go of all the promise that my life had.
But I gotta tell you, Caroline that pushing the team so hard is no way to fix anything.
I know.
I just I don't want them to end up like me.
The one good thing I had going for me was this coaching job and, I mean, if the girls refuse to compete I'm gonna lose that, too.
[Sobbing.]
Here.
Do you remember what we used to say when our team was down in the fourth quarter? [Chanting.]
"Raise those voices.
Scream and shout.
" [Chanting.]
"We may be down, but we're not out.
" DAVE: And we're coming up.
Hi.
I need four tickets to the 7:30 performance of O.
- Six tickets! - Six tickets.
Can you make that six tickets? I know it's sold out, but you always come through for Sam at the last minute.
CROUPIER: Three craps, three on the field.
DAVE: Where have you guys been? - Our car never showed.
- I'm so sorry.
- They also took our suites.
- He's joking, right? I am checking on that right now.
I thought you were getting me O tickets right now.
No, I'm doing that, too.
You're a beautiful girl, but I got a relationship with Sam Marquez so if she's too busy for me, then we're just gonna go to the Palms.
- Colour me up, would you? - Come on, guys.
Don't go, please.
[Cell phone ringing.]
I'm sorry.
Did I hang up on you? What? No.
Hang up on who? Don't go.
Please.
Who are you talking to? DELINDA: Don't go.
Come on.
Please.
No hard feelings.
Tell Sam to feel better.
Bye.
- Do not let them leave.
- What do you want me to do, tackle them? I don't care if you strip.
Just keep them there.
Hello? Delinda! - What? - I have to go to the bathroom.
- Don't move.
- No, I've gotta go.
No.
Give me your word that you're not going anywhere.
I'll give you my word that the second you put your hand on your zipper, I'm out the door.
- I'm just kidding.
- I thought that you were serious.
No.
Go pee.
[Door closing.]
DANNY: Very funny, Sam.
Ladies, Coach P.
Here has something she'd like to say.
[Rhythmic instrumental music.]
I'm sorry.
You have the chance to make history today.
MARY: You could bring Vegas South cheerleading where it's never been before to Nationals.
MARY: What do we say, Neons? Are we gonna win this thing or what? ALL: Yeah! VALET 1: I think it's in the rear lot.
I got it.
VALET 2: You got a ticket? Mike, have you seen Sam's clients? They were on their way to the Palms.
You can't miss them.
Wealthy, khaki-sport-coating kind of guys.
I'm busy right now.
You gotta be more specific.
Sam's on her way down, and she's gonna kill me.
Excuse me.
Are you Sam Marquez? No, I'm not Sam Marquez.
I'm supposed to take some of her clients to the Palms.
Hang on.
Tell her to meet me around by the clubhouse entrance.
WESLEY: I got blocked out.
SAM: This is Sam.
DELINDA: Listen.
You might be able to catch the Shepard Polk guys.
[Cell phone ringing.]
Excuse me.
LUIS: Perez.
ED: Whoa.
Stop.
What do you mean, she got past you? She's 105 pounds with sandbags in her pants.
Was she disguised as a giraffe? - You want me handcuff her to the bed? - Yes! DANNY: We can't do that.
Wesley's probably halfway to Denver by now.
No.
A limo driver on Tropicana was carjacked about 90 minutes ago.
The guy took the limo and the driver's clothes.
- Wesley? - Matches the description.
There's a million drivers on The Strip.
ED: John! JOHN: Sir.
Call Mike, have him screen all the limos.
JOHN: Yes, sir.
[Tense instrumental music.]
Where the heck is she? DELINDA: Is the driver there? SAM: I think I see him.
All right.
Thanks.
DELINDA: Sorry about before.
Don't worry.
Thank you for everything.
Hi.
Is this Hop in.
WESLEY: I know it's on Grissom's land somewhere.
That much I got out of the old man before he went.
WESLEY: You gotta tell me where.
I think you should turn yourself in before things get bad for you.
Thanks, babe.
And I'll just serve out the rest of my 35 years.
Wow.
Is that all you get for killing a man in cold blood? I forgot.
You cared about Grissom.
I'm sure he loved you, too.
You were some piece.
Still are.
Damn it.
Where is she? - She's not picking up her cell phone.
- Just try the suite again.
DELINDA: Daddy.
ED: What? I've got Sam on the phone.
DANNY: Where's she? We were talking, when I don't know.
Sam? - The line's open, but the signal is weak.
- Here, connect it to the speaker.
ED: Triangulate the signal, see if we can get a location on her.
WESLEY: Come on, now.
WESLEY: Don't feel bad, sweets.
He liked you.
He said your name right before he died.
You think that's really funny? You're nothing, Wesley.
SAM: You hear me? ED: She knows her phone's on.
SAM: What's it feel like to be pathetic? WESLEY: Shut up.
Why are you taking me to Eagle Springs? WESLEY: I told you, shut up! Eagle Springs? That's on 93.
Call Luis, tell him to get a chopper in the air right over 93.
What are you doing? If you're not gonna give me what I need, I guess I'm free to kill you, too for putting me away.
I'd rather have the silver, but this'll be fun.
I don't know where the silver is.
I don't believe you.
Why were you bragging about it? Because I was 17.
I didn't know what I was doing.
I wanted people to think that Gardy confided in me.
I made it up.
What the heck was that? WESLEY: Lying bitch! Okay.
Now, you just tell me where it is.
Spill your guts, or I'll spill them for you.
SAM: [Static.]
Keep going straight.
Land tennial.
- Sounded like "tennial.
" - Centennial? Could have been.
Grissom owned oil fields in Centennial Valley.
- My dad did some work for him.
- I know the joint.
Let's go.
ED: Keep that line open.
MELISSA: Okay.
[Audience cheering.]
[Hip-hop music playing.]
WESLEY: Get out of the car! Come on! Get out! DANNY: Ed, if this guy finds the silver, he's gonna kill her.
WESLEY: Where is it? SAM: It's over there.
- Where? - Over there! [Audience cheering.]
[Hip-hop music continues playing.]
[Audience applauding.]
Oh, my God.
We did it! No, you did it.
[Tense instrumental music.]
I think you should have turned back there.
ED: You think there's a prom out here? 'Cause if not, this is the place.
DANNY: What are you doing? ED: May 2, 1863.
DANNY: Battle of Chancellorsville.
Yeah.
WESLEY: Yeah! [Tense instrumental music intensifies.]
WESLEY: Put your hands up! Keep them up! ED: Put the gun down.
Get on the ground now! Put the gun down, man.
I'm not armed, man.
Look.
WESLEY: Stop! Stay where you are, man.
WESLEY: Get on the ground now! Come on! Or I'll blow you away! ANNOUNCER: [On TV.]
Chelsea's last chance.
Hasselbaink crossing.
Hasselbaink to Duff, and Duff shoots.
He scores! Chelsea wins! Chelsea wins, 2-1! Thank you! I love you, darling! Oh, bloody hell! NESSA: Congratulations! PHOTOGRAPHER 1: One more.
Everybody smile.
There's always next year, darling.
Maybe by then Manchester will have grown some hair on their twig and berries? Piss off.
Bet you're glad to get rid of those hooligans.
Truth? They actually made me miss home.
You are home.
PHOTOGRAPHER 2: Smile, ladies.
Thank you, girls.
- Just like the old days.
- Yeah, except we never made it to Nationals.
[Girls screaming.]
CAROLINE: All right, girls.
Everyone in the bus.
I wish there was some way I could repay you.
Don't worry about me.
You've got a loan to repay.
I managed to forget for a couple of seconds.
Girls, go ahead without me.
I have a stop to make.
- Do you know any pawnshops around here? - Your engagement ring? After talking to you, I realised that it doesn't mean anything anymore and if I sell it, I can maybe save the business and put that no-good husband behind me.
I guess that's what you call killing two birds with one stone.
I hope you can do something about finding this bastard a real nice cellmate.
I'll see what I can do.
He sure deserves it.
COP: Detective Perez? LUIS: They've got it open.
COP: It's empty.
Excuse me.
- You don't seem too surprised.
- Well, if you knew Gardy Are you saying there's no silver? Not there.
[Upbeat folk rock music.]