Las Vegas s01e20 Episode Script

[Energetic instrumental music.]
BOB: Welcome to the Montecito.
Thanks.
MIKE: I should have known.
Good afternoon, Misters Maloof.
- Mike, how are you? - Good.
- Mike.
What's happening? - George, I'm good.
I think you guys are better.
If you need any help with anything, anything - Okay.
Thank you.
- Thank you.
[Mike exclaiming.]
A day without a Maloof is like a day without sunshine.
- You valet guys really rake it in.
- That's our little secret.
I wish Mohammed was on vacation for another two weeks.
Right.
Floater or not, it's not a good idea to wear Mohammed's name tag.
It might confuse our regulars.
Yes, sir.
I'll see if Personnel have fixed that name-tag machine.
- I'll talk to you tomorrow.
- All right.
- Let me get that for you, folks.
- Thank you.
BOB: Hey, beautiful.
You keep that up, I'll start believing you.
Then I'll really be a handful.
What can I say? It's true.
So, can I take you out tonight? You've been working here ten days, and you've already taken me out six times.
I really like being with you.
And I thought you liked being with me.
Bob, I do like being with you.
I just don't think we should be getting ahead of ourselves.
And you shouldn't be spending all your money on me.
Don't worry about it.
I made some very generous tips today.
Mike called it "Maloof tips.
" The brothers Maloof.
So is that a yes or a no for tonight? Yes.
As long as I pick where, and I pick up the tab.
Deal.
[Upbeat rock music playing.]
MRS.
GOLD: Excuse me.
MRS.
GOLD: They said you're a security person.
Yes.
Danny McCoy.
How can I help you? Last night, when I got back to my room my husband Barry was looking at dirty pictures on the computer.
You know, one of those websites? That's an issue that you two are gonna have to discuss.
He found a picture of me undressing.
And? And it was taken at a cabana here at the Montecito without my permission.
Wait.
Are you sure that it was here at the Montecito? The only other cabana I've ever used was last year in Cabo and I groomed myself differently then.
I see.
What was the website address? For investigative purposes.
Hotcandidgirlsofvegas.
Com.
Hotcandidgirlsofvegas.
Com? Never heard of it.
Is it hot? - I don't know.
- You didn't check it? I'm asking because one guest says her picture's on it, and it was taken here.
- That's not cool.
- No, it's not.
[Tense instrumental music.]
Hey, Bob.
Taking off? No.
Gonna hang out with Nessa later.
- Yeah, I hear you two are quite the item.
- Yeah? Well, I really like her.
Forgot my shades.
So, the Ice Queen finally melts.
- Take good care of her.
- I will.
MIKE: Later.
[Theme music.]
[Energetic instrumental music.]
Guess I'm in Maintenance now.
DANNY: Hey! DANNY: Can you hand me a Phillips head? Sure.
It's the red one.
This one? Dude, you work in Maintenance.
You should know this.
I just started as a floater.
Well, thank you, Darren.
Actually, it's Bob.
They said that the machine that makes these isn't working, so Welcome aboard, Bob.
I'm Danny McCoy.
BOB: Nice to meet you, Danny McCoy.
DANNY: The new floater? DANNY: Must be a good way to figure out what you wanna do.
Exactly.
Can I take this rose? I'm not sure of the rules yet.
- Yeah.
- Thanks.
- We only use them once.
Why not? - It's for someone I'm seeing.
They love that kind of stuff, don't they? Nice to meet you.
You, too, Danny McCoy.
DANCER: Hey, Danny.
Hey, you're needed at the buffet.
[Comical instrumental music.]
[People chattering angrily.]
DELINDA: This is why they pay you the big bucks.
You better do something.
What do I look like, Shrimpy Shrimperson? Do you really want me to answer that? Okay, everybody! We've called our other restaurants and they're sending over their entire shrimp allotment.
Shouldn't be more than a few minutes.
[All murmuring.]
DANNY: What's going on here? Well, the Montecito's hosting the All-American Eating Finals and a few of the competitors figured an all-you-can-eat buffet would be the perfect place to practice.
Hit us like a shrimp-eating swarm of locusts.
[Danny chuckling.]
- Gross.
I'm out of here.
- Bye.
- Me, too.
You got this covered, right? - Yeah.
These people are taking themselves a little too seriously.
Whoa.
Too seriously? Talking about the walking zip codes bogarting all the seafood.
Yeah, they're athletes in training.
- They're athletes.
- Yeah.
You know what? When I was a kid I won the Fourth of July pie-eating contest five years in a row.
- Doesn't exactly make me an athlete, but - Aren't you entered in In the nationally sanctioned professional eating competition being held? Yes, I'm entered.
Pitbull Kilmartin.
- Hi, I recognise the name.
- Mr.
Pitbull.
I didn't intend any disrespect and I'd love to know where you got that name.
I was just saying, you know, shoving hot dogs down your gullet [Sam chucking.]
Between me and you, it's not exactly rocket science.
- Sam, maybe we should - It so happens, it is a science.
Well, you know, I mean, I can eat four or five Steak-Ums at a time.
I'm not looking for any awards.
I mean, in Vegas, we just call that "pigging out.
" Just because you super-size at the drive-through doesn't mean you can run with the big dogs.
- I'm sorry.
You guys are big dogs? - Yeah, big dogs.
I didn't realise that you guys were the big dogs.
Well, I think I can run with the big dogs.
You better be careful.
A man died eating up against him in a sushi competition.
PITBULL: Choked on a vinegar roll.
- See, she's just joking.
- No, Mary, I'm not joking.
No, I'm not joking.
- Mr.
Pit, do you know what they call me? - What do they call you? They call me Hummingbird.
Yeah, I'm about to tell you why.
Because I eat my own weight every day.
What do you think about that? Yeah? Let's get it on, Hummingbird.
Why don't you fill out a form and enter the competition? - I just might.
- No, you won't.
MARY: No, you won't.
Watch me.
She won't.
Did you check out that fight at the buffet? It wasn't really a fight.
Just a run on shrimp.
No big deal.
How'd you handle that? DELINDA: Don't answer.
I think Danny knows how to handle a shortage of shrimp.
He's not a child.
No, he's not, but he does happen to work for me He'll never develop self-confidence if you second-guess everything he does.
Mary had more shrimp sent over.
End of problem.
And I have plenty of self-confidence, thank you.
I'm just saying, I don't think you need to micromanage everything.
- Micromanage? - You do it to me, too.
Shrimp? DANNY: I love a good shrimp cocktail.
ED: Who doesn't? Nessa.
- For you.
- How lovely.
Thank you, Bob.
Reminds me of you.
Beautiful, vibrant, smells good.
A little thorny.
I'm just kidding.
I love getting flowers.
Thank you.
Have you decided on what you wanna do tonight? I have.
Dancing sound good? You don't like dancing.
No, I don't Actually, I love dancing.
Good, 'cause anyone that hangs with me better dance.
NESSA: Mystique, 9:00.
Get ready to bust a move.
CROUPIER: Seven! Winner! DELINDA: "Hotcandidgirlsofvegas.
Com"? It's official business.
Looking at naked ladies on the Internet is now official business? I'm just trying to prevent a potential lawsuit, okay? DANNY: Tell me.
Does that wall look familiar? DELINDA: No, but she does.
It's Mrs.
Gold.
She's a guest here.
She says that this was taken on the Montecito grounds yesterday.
I don't think you can tell where it was taken.
Maybe she has an ex-boyfriend who's pissed off because she dumped him.
And he's getting back at her by posting nude photos he took.
You know that I would never do something like that.
I only use those photos for emergencies.
DANNY: Look at this one.
This could be our ceiling right here.
But I'm gonna need background elements to prove that it wasn't taken here.
DANNY: I don't know.
This could be any casino.
- No, it was definitely taken here.
- How can you tell? Because it's me.
Oh, my God.
That's my ass.
My ass is big.
DANNY: Take it easy.
Wait a second.
DANNY: It's Sam.
DELINDA: And Mary.
All right, this guy's going down.
- There you are.
Listen, I need to see him.
- Who? The mystery man.
The one who I heard slipped you some tongue by Slot Bank 6.
- He's a floater.
I don't know where he is.
- Is it serious? Serious as you can be after a couple of weeks.
SAM: What? NESSA: I know! Sam, here's your entry form for the contest.
I checked the rules, and apparently, I can't stop you.
I entered the eating contest.
MARY: I can only beg you to reconsider.
SAM: Unlikely.
I'm grilling Nessa about her new boyfriend.
What can I say? He's intelligent, he's funny, he's sweet.
Yeah, forget all that.
Is he hot? Yeah, he is.
Man, I keep running into you everywhere.
You picking up some new threads? BOB: Yeah.
You like them? MIKE: Looking sharp, young man.
- Is there an occasion? - Going dancing with Nessa.
I figured if I dress nice, she may not realise I don't know how to dance.
What do you mean, you don't know? Everybody knows how to dance.
You gotta know how to dance.
If you can move, you can dance.
Just side to side.
Whoa! Whoa! MIKE: What do you got in there? What are you pumping? That'll work.
You hear those beats? Come on, Bob.
Come with me.
Try it.
Just side to side.
[Fast-paced dance music playing.]
- You feel that rhythm? - No.
There you go.
Man, you're a natural dancer.
[Mike exclaiming cheerfully.]
- Does it look cool? - Yeah.
Does it feel cool? - I feel pretty cool.
- Then that's all that matters.
[Peppy music playing.]
[Nessa chuckling gleefully.]
You're a good dancer.
Anybody can dance.
You just gotta feel it.
[Slow romantic music playing.]
NESSA: There was a club like this in London.
I used to go there all the time.
I loved it.
I still don't know where back home is for you.
- What do you mean? - Where you're from, where you grew up.
Oh, a secret.
Okay, let me guess.
Definitely not a Vegas native.
I'm thinking more West Coast than East.
I'm gonna guess LA? That's right.
I'm from LA.
- Is that it? - I grew up in LA.
Brothers, sisters, pets, jobs, where you lost your virginity, stuff like that.
People come to Vegas to start over.
Can we just leave it at that? Why are you being so defensive? I know we've only known each other a couple of weeks and I know this is gonna sound corny but I feel like I've known you my whole life, and yet I don't know anything about you.
We've been sleeping together, and all I know is you're Bob the floater.
Come with me.
Have a seat.
[Slow romantic music continues playing.]
I'm not Bob the floater.
So who are you? I have absolutely no idea.
I'm being serious, and you're screwing around.
Nessa, I'm being serious.
I have no memory of anything up to 11 days ago.
I woke up, I didn't know who I was, I didn't know where I was.
You are being serious.
You don't remember anything? What about a wallet or credit card? Driver's license? Just this.
A Montecito chip.
I came to the Montecito because I thought I would remember something or somebody would recognise me.
I pretended to be a floater so I could earn enough tips so I could have food and clothes.
Why didn't you call the police? 'Cause when I woke up, I was covered in blood and it wasn't mine.
[Sinister instrumental music.]
[Energetic instrumental music.]
DANNY: You ever seen anything like this? I am familiar with the female form.
I'm talking about the source of the photo, not the content.
Right.
Not many pixels, weird depth of field.
I'd say a cell phone with a built-in camera.
Seventy-five million sold worldwide last year.
- How do you know this? - I got one.
Maybe you took the pictures.
You do work here.
My ladies pose for the pics I take.
DANNY: So you think it might be a cell phone camera? Yeah, look at that one.
That's nice, huh? I gotta fly.
Delinda told me.
Can I see the photo? I know this feels like a terrible invasion of your privacy but I promise you, we're gonna catch this guy.
At least my hair looks good.
Yes, sir.
ED: Hi, honey.
NESSA: Hello.
- What? - I need a favour.
Right.
Name it.
Remember when I came to live with you and Jillian? What, have I got Alzheimer's? Of course, I do.
Remember when Delinda and I started dating boys? Yeah, but I'd rather not.
You said if ever we had a problem, we could come to you and you'd help no questions asked.
- What, did somebody hurt you? - No.
It's nothing like that.
It's just that I've met someone.
And I like him.
He's smart and he's funny So, what exactly is the problem here? I just want to know a bit more about him.
So you'd like Pops to run a background check on your boyfriend? What, like you haven't done it before? - All right.
What can you give me? - I was with him in Mystique last night.
- And that's all you got? - Yeah.
Okay.
That's all I need.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
What I'm hearing is a joke, right? - What's that? - You entering the eating contest.
SAM: Serious as a heart attack.
Some guy named Pitbull called me a 98-pound weakling.
MIKE: Do you even weigh 98 pounds? SAM: I weigh 108 pounds.
See, I don't like that.
I don't like when people underestimate me.
See, I don't like it when I eat so much, I puke.
Yeah.
I have to eat hot dogs.
I don't like hot dogs - I don't like hard-boiled eggs.
- So quit.
- Quit? Then he wins.
- No, he wins because this is all he does.
He trains.
The top guy in the world is this Japanese dude who weighs about a buck and a quarter.
It doesn't matter how big you are.
It's the stomach's capacity to stretch.
If you enter all willy-nilly and ignorant that little, flat belly of yours is going to explode like a pinata.
You know all about this, don't you? Yes.
I'm sort of an eclectic interest kind of guy.
- Yes, you are.
You need to be my trainer.
- No, I'm not getting pulled into Yes.
Remember Rocky? Remember Burgess Meredith? Mickey the trainer? It's a classic.
- You're my Mickey.
- No, I'm your Mike.
- You're my Mikey.
- No.
- Mike, I just need you to believe in me.
- Sam, you're hurting my arm.
ED: That's him right there on the right.
Run a facial recognition on him.
Any hits, I wanna see every image you got.
MAN: Yes, sir.
[Camera zoom whirring.]
Looks like he really likes the Montecito.
Hands out flowers.
Works as a maintenance guy.
Has a little breakfast.
Keeps his breath nice and fresh.
Hold it.
This guy's living here.
[Lightly suspenseful instrumental music.]
[Lightly suspenseful instrumental music intensifies.]
ED: Call Metro.
Find Nessa now.
MARY: Nessa said she was heading home, but I can't reach her.
ED: You try her cell? MARY: No answer.
ED: You keep trying.
[Cell phone ringing.]
WOMAN: No! Get away from me.
Why are you doing this? [Woman screaming.]
[Suspenseful instrumental music.]
[Woman screaming.]
Whoa! What are you doing? Ed! Ed! We're watching a movie.
[Woman screaming on TV.]
[Fast-paced instrumental music.]
A little left.
Little more.
How's that? DANNY: Getting a little bit too much ceiling on this one.
Go lower.
Angle it a little bit.
Okay, keep going lower.
Not too fast.
All right, move more towards the slot.
DANNY: Other slot.
DELINDA: Hi.
Evening.
DANNY: All right, stop.
Right there.
DELINDA: When I said I'd help you if we didn't tell my father about the photos this isn't what I had in mind.
DANNY: You can go home.
DELINDA: What, I can't stay down here? Good work, crime solver.
You're right.
Your dad would go absolutely ballistic if he found out we're doing this behind his back.
Ballistic is an understatement when my father is concerned.
Besides, this is a chance for both of us to prove - we can do something without his help.
- That's right.
All right, run me tapes from this exact spot the previous 48 hours.
DANNY: All right, stop.
Replay that last sequence.
DANNY: Slow it down.
All right, freeze on this guy.
Blow it up a field.
I know what you look like, you son of a bitch.
[Suspenseful instrumental music.]
BOB: When do you think they'll know? When the police make a decision on how to proceed.
Ed called them last night, so Thank you for staying with me.
Why didn't you tell me about the gun? Because, Nessa, I didn't even know where it came from.
BOB: I didn't know how you would react.
It can't be mine.
I don't even know how to use the thing.
How do you know you don't know how to use it? And if you don't know how to use it, why'd you keep it? I should have told you.
Yeah, you should have.
You should have told me everything.
What if I'm a killer? - Hi, are we still on for tonight? - 8:00.
Okay.
See you then.
Hello.
Anyway, the serial number on the gun matches a missing ATF agent's.
This guy's a Fed? Special Agent Corey Fox.
His photo looks just like the guy you got.
Why wouldn't they report this guy missing? He was on a deep cover assignment for the Treasury Department.
They report a missing lawman, they blow his cover.
How do the bloody clothes fit into this? Running DNA tests on the blood now.
His handler and his wife are flying in from LA.
- The guy's married, too? - Yeah.
He's got a couple of kids.
Apparently, he and his wife spent their honeymoon here at the Montecito.
You don't think I could actually hurt someone, do you? No, Bob, I don't.
You are a sweet man.
Does the name Corey Fox mean anything to you? Corey Fox? Corey Fox.
Special Agent Corey Fox.
I know that name.
Is that me? Is that who I am? - We believe so.
- I'm Corey Fox.
Corey Fox.
I like that.
We're flying your ATF handler and your wife in from LA.
BOB: My wife? LUIS: Yeah.
You're married and you have two kids.
Sorry.
[Rock music playing loudly on stereo.]
- Mike! - Call me Mickey.
Mickey, the music is not helping.
SAM: The music! Listen, I need to talk to you.
Okay, here's the thing.
This is very hard for me to say, but you were right.
I'm gonna quit.
- No.
- Yes.
I don't think you understand.
"Quit" is not in my vocabulary.
In fact, that word doesn't exist.
Excuse me, but that word existed when you told me I should quit.
That's before I got the eye of the tiger.
And that's what you need.
MIKE: Come on.
Come on.
Growl, baby.
[Mike growls.]
[Sam meows.]
[Growling.]
[Both growling.]
DELINDA: The next round's on me, okay? [Slow music playing.]
MARY: You okay? You know, the same old story.
Girl meets boy.
Boy has amnesia.
Amnesiac has wife.
Girl gets drunk.
He has kids.
You didn't know.
I can't believe I slept with a married man, a family man.
MARY: Slept with him? NESSA: Twice.
[Nessa chuckles.]
Yeah, it was good.
It was great.
You didn't sleep with Corey.
MARY: You didn't.
You slept with Bob and Bob doesn't have a wife or kids.
He doesn't even remember her, Mary.
That means they get to fall in love all over again.
God, you are such a romantic.
Yeah, I am.
Come on.
Let's get you cleaned up.
ED: Hey, Danny.
What's up? Nothing.
A guy grabbed a handful of chips off the table last night and hopped in a cab.
ED: Who? I got his face, but I can't seem to ID him.
ED: Why don't you just run his mug? DANNY: I did.
- But he's clean.
No hits.
- Is that the guy up there? DANNY: Yeah.
ED: Wait a minute.
What is he doing here? ED: Is he punching in a number in his phone? DANNY: Yeah, looks like it.
ED: Yeah, he is.
Stop it, run it back.
Keep going.
ED: And freeze.
Now punch in on that cell phone.
[Computer beeps.]
ED: Keep going.
DANNY: All right, let me run it forward two frames.
Call Leslie at the phone company.
Tell her you want calls received for 702-555-0185.
And get the number received at What time is it? DANNY: 2:36.
- Then trace it back to him.
- All right.
- Thanks, Ed.
- You're welcome, son.
DANNY: Delinda! So, the pervert's a local.
He's got a 702 area code.
- How'd you get the number? - I figured it out.
Danny.
All cell phones manufactured after 2002 have a GPS chip in them.
It was a government mandate after 9l11.
So if you use a cell tracker, you can pinpoint the GPS signal within 15 feet of where they're standing.
- Let's call him.
- No, I'd rather pay him a visit myself.
- I'm going with you.
- No, you're not.
- Yes, I am.
- What, are you crazy? It's not your picture all over the Internet, it's mine.
I'll meet you in the car.
ANNOUNCER: Eating out of Nashville, Tennessee Danny "Lobes" Lobickten.
[Spectators cheering excitedly.]
Originally from Columbia, South Carolina, now eating out of Chicago, Illinois - You hungry? - I'm hungry.
cheeseburger and Brown Betty divisions please welcome Steven "Pitbull" Kilmartin! [All cheering.]
Eye of the tiger, baby.
You can do it, sweetie.
All you gotta do is eat lightning and crap thunder.
After this, you bet I'm gonna crap thunder.
Ed "Cookie" Jarvis! [Spectators cheering.]
Her favourite foods include Frosted Mini-Wheats and Brie.
This is her first foray into the world of competitive eating.
Introducing the pride of Las Vegas Samantha Jane "Hummingbird" Marquez! [All cheering.]
ANNOUNCER: Well, we've met the contestants.
[Both growling.]
Ladies and gentlemen let's get ready to swallow! [Bell clanking.]
They're all kids.
I don't see the blond guy.
[Suspenseful instrumental music.]
- According to this, he's here.
- Let's give him a call.
[Cell phone ringing.]
JARED: Hello? - Okay, perv.
What's your name? - It's not him.
Jared.
No.
That's evidence! Man, that was my cell phone! DELINDA: Sorry.
- Has anybody borrowed your cell phone? - Only my dad.
[Solemn instrumental music.]
They'll be here any minute.
Thank you for coming with me.
My wife's name is Katy.
Been married five years.
Two kids, Kevin and Keri.
Honeymooned at the Montecito.
Katy's my wife.
[Bob murmuring.]
- You okay? - I'm fine, thanks.
ED: Here they come now.
Where is he? Where's my husband? - This isn't your husband? - I have no idea who this man is.
Why do you have Corey's lucky chip? [Tense instrumental music.]
Why does he have Corey's lucky chip? MYER: We don't give our deep cover agents a panic button.
MYER: Our usual form of communication is a dead drop.
We lost contact with Special Agent Fox about two weeks ago.
He's feared dead.
NESSA: I can't believe Bob would hurt anyone.
I don't believe it.
I know this man.
He wouldn't hurt anyone.
Ed, please, you have to do something.
Hey, Luis, where was his car found? Rancho, by the power plant.
Don't they have a surveillance camera at that plant? Yeah, but the nearest camera was a quarter mile from the car.
You can't see anything.
Would you mind if I looked at it? We have some new equipment.
- Sure.
I'll get you a tape.
- All right.
[Doorbell rings.]
Now, be cool.
I do this for a living.
Let me do the talking.
Okay, I got it.
I'm cool.
Can I help you? - You can help us all right.
- You must be Ted Stevenson.
- We're from the Montecito.
- What can I do for you? We'd like to ask you a few questions about some photos that were taken at our casino.
DANNY: Hey! [Fast-paced instrumental music.]
[People exclaiming.]
You like looking up girls dresses? DANNY: Somebody already gave you a black eye.
DELINDA: You want another one to match? DANNY: No! DELINDA: You're a sick man.
DANNY: Get up.
[Spectators cheering encouragingly.]
[Peppy instrumental music.]
MIKE: Hang in there, Bird.
Eye of the tiger.
Let it be, Hummingbird.
Hang in there! MIKE: Hang in there, Bird.
[Chanting.]
Come on, baby.
[Sam retching.]
[Spectators exclaim disappointedly.]
[Sam vomiting.]
Everybody, take a coffee break.
Now, please.
Not you, Al.
- You run this for me, will you? - Yes, sir.
ED: All right.
Now run it through that new EVI filter I just got.
The one I'm not supposed to have.
[Grave instrumental music.]
I'm gonna suggest again that you not watch this tape, okay? - Ed, I have to.
- But I don't see this as being Ed, I'm watching the tape.
[Grave instrumental music continues.]
Oh, man.
ED: After that he got a shovel from the trunk of the car and he dragged the body into the brush and buried it.
We need to get a search team and some dogs out there right now.
I don't know that man.
That monster is not the man in that room.
ED: As Bob was setting the car on fire the gas tank exploded and knocked him to the ground.
He hit his head and that's where I believe he lost his memory.
An hour later he came to and it clearly appeared that he had no idea who he was or where he was.
I'm sorry, honey.
I have to go.
Who the hell is this guy, anyway? MYER: My guess is gun for hire.
The crew Agent Fox infiltrated must have found out who he was.
We'll run him through Justice and Treasury files but we may never know who he is.
You mind if he sits there a while longer? No.
- I gotta break the news to his wife.
- Yeah.
Good luck.
Thanks, Ange.
Okay.
We comped your entire stay.
- Really? Thank you.
- You're welcome.
And I can assure you that nothing like this is gonna happen again.
You'll be happy to know that as of this morning Mr.
Stevenson is in police custody and his website's been shut down.
MRS.
GOLD: Sorry, sweetie.
- We've had a lovely trip otherwise.
- Good.
Bye.
[Whispering.]
Come here.
[Whispering continues.]
What the hell was that? She wanted to know how you thought she looked in the pictures.
Pretty good.
MIKE: Hey, Hummingbird.
SAM: Beat it! You did it! You went the distance.
I threw up in front of a roomful of people.
That's what I did.
Hey, you ate 20 hot dogs.
No, I ate 19 hot dogs.
The last one didn't count.
- I made a fool out of myself.
- What are you talking about? You beat Pitbull Kilmartin in an eating contest.
That's incredible.
Yeah, I did beat that jackass.
Beat him into the ground.
MIKE: And you know what? You ran off so fast, you didn't even hear the final announcement.
What? You finished second.
This is your prize.
SAM: I didn't know I got a prize.
MIKE: You got a prize.
SAM: What is it? Wow.
SAM: It's a silver hot dog.
MIKE: It's a silver hot dog.
With my name.
- And this.
- What's this? - Free clam chowder? - Fifty gallons' worth.
SAM: Excuse me.
[Sam retching.]
To a job well done.
Do you know the best part? When I called him a perv and was about to kick him and you stopped me The whole "good cop, bad cop" thing.
Yeah, you were definitely a bad cop.
Damn straight.
Kick now, ask questions later.
No.
What I mean is, you were really a bad cop.
- You have to admit, we had a good time.
- Yeah, it was fun.
So let's do it again.
What are you working on? You have a job.
You're a restaurant manager.
Restaurant managerlsecurity operative.
DELINDA: I like it.
Intriguing and sexy.
You know, you're half right.
I'll admit, fighting crime really turns me on.
[Cell phone ringing.]
Really? Danny McCoy.
Okay.
To be continued.
They're hauling Bob away.
We're partners.
- So he still doesn't know who he is? - Not a clue.
Must be horrible to wake up one morning and not know who you are then find out you're a murderer.
If he'd never shown up at the Montecito he could have lived a normal life, never found out who he was or what he did.
So, you comped Mr.
And Mrs.
Gold's entire stay.
It was a good job finding the photo taker and shutting down the website.
But don't ever go behind my back again, okay? DANNY: We just figured you had other things to Never mind.
[Sombre pop music.]
Bye, Bob.