Star Trek: Deep Space Nine s07e15 Episode Script

- Sure l remember ''The Alamo''.
|- Told you.
Laurence Harvey,|John Wayne as Davy Crockett.
Great battle scenes,|nice sets, but way too long.
- Not the movie.
|- We mean our holosuite program.
Oh, that Alamo.
What about it? We've booked a holosuite.
|Like to join us? l'm touched by the offer,|but l don't know.
- We can transfer your matrix.
|- You gotta leave Vegas sometimes.
- True, but l'm afraid l have to say no.
|- Why? l don't look good in buckskin.
|l'll tell you what, though.
How about a little tune|to get you into a Texas state of mind? FellasAlamo.
Get him off! Come on! Step down! Oh, honey! Show me! - What the hell?|- What is all this? Maybe it's a fault|in the holosuite parameter file.
Well, look who's here.
|The pretty boy singer himself.
Frankie Eyes.
|What are you doing in Vegas? What happened to ''Hello, Frankie, long|time no see.
Can l get you anything?'' - You believe this guy?|- No manners.
You born in a barn? - ls he a friend of yours?|- We know each other.
We're a long way from South Philly,|ain't we Vic? You here on business or pleasure? Let's just say l'm here to stay.
|While you are about to take a powder.
- l'm going nowhere.
|- l got news for you.
l just bought this hotel.
You're history.
- You can't fire me.
l have a contract.
|- Paper your walls with it.
- You're finished.
|- You're blackballing me? As of now, you couldn't get a job|as a singing busboy.
Now do you walk out of here,|or do you have to be carried out? - Makes no difference to me.
|- Let me handle this.
Computer.
Delete characters|Frankie Eyes and - Sorry, l didn't catch your name.
|- Cicci.
and Cicci|from the holosuite's program.
- What's a holosuites?|- Beats me.
- They're still here, Chief.
|- Computer, freeze program.
- A little problem in the character|- l'll show you the door.
Make that a big problem.
- What's it going to be?|- l guess l start packing.
Smart boy.
All right, Cicci,|let's check out my casino.
- What do we do now?|- Nothing we can do.
Frankie's a made man.
l'm talking about fixing the program.
We could shut it down manually|and reset it.
But that would wipe Vic's memory.
|He'd forget everything.
Hold on, no one's wiping my memory.
Of course not.
- There must be another way.
|- l wish l knew.
Better talk to Felix.
|He designed this program.
You do that.
You stay clear of Frankie Eyes.
You'll get no argument from me.
l'll tell you one thing, if Frankie Eyes|hurts Vic, he'll have to answer to me.
l don't understand how you can feel|loyalty to a hologram.
He's not just a hologram.
He's my friend.
- Don't you like Vic?|- As a singer, l find him entertaining.
But l neither like him nor dislike him.
He is a hologram|and therefore he does not exist.
- He does for me.
|- l just talked to Felix.
l know what's affecting|Vic's program.
lt's a jack-in-the-box.
lt's a children's toy.
You wind it up|and a figure jumps out and goes ''Boo!'' - Except this one is different.
|- lt doesn't go ''Boo''? No, this surprise is buried|deep in the program.
- lt's meant to make things interesting.
|- l wasn't bored.
Were you? Not at all.
l liked Vic's the way it was.
lf we get rid of Frankie Eyes,|the game resets to the way it was.
- That's good to know.
|- How do we get rid of him? lt's up to us.
But Felix says|the program is period-specific.
So if we shoot him,|we have to use a .
45, not a phaser.
That's too dangerous.
- The mob could retaliate against Vic.
|- Then Vic's matrix will be eliminated.
- The news just keeps getting better.
|- What news? Nothing, sir.
We're talking|about a holosuite program.
Vic's hotel|has been bought by gangsters.
l see.
When do you plan|on going back to work? Right away, sir.
Whatever you decide to do, l'm in.
l owe Vic.
l thought losing my leg|was the end of my career.
- He taught me otherwise.
|- He changed my life, too.
And Odo's.
Nowall we need is a plan.
- Mm.
Your daddy would be proud.
|- He taught me everything l know.
- How nice.
|- So, how was your day? - lt's getting better.
|- Something happen? - lt's Vic.
|- Vic? Vic Fontaine.
|A gangster took over his lounge.
The whole place has changed.
- What?|- Nothing.
- l guess this sounds pretty silly to you.
|- A little.
You have to understand,|Vic isn't just another holosuite program.
He's more like a friend.
- Can we talk about something else?|- Sure.
- Why have you never been to Vic's?|- Does it matter? You like it there, l don't.
|Let's leave it at that.
- l was only asking.
|- And l gave you my answer.
There are times when|l just can't figure you out.
Well.
Maybe that's part of the attraction.
Believe that if you want to.
- Who is it?|- Miles and Julian.
Just a minute.
You wouldn't happen to have|an ice pack on you, would you? Hey, whose side are you on? Sorry.
You have three bruised ribs|and a sprained left wrist.
The good news is|your skull is still in one piece.
l feel better already.
l can't believe Felix would do this to me.
Don't take it personally.
He was just|trying to stop things getting boring.
- l thought that was my job.
|- And you're great at it.
We love ya.
- So, what happened?|- l slipped in the bathtub.
- And knocked over the furniture?|- Something like that.
Tony Cicci paid me a visit.
He wanted to remind me|not to take too long packing.
- What is it with you and Frankie?|- lt goes back to when we were kids.
- l used to beat him at stickball.
|- And? Andnothing.
|We've been rivals ever since.
When Felix designs a holosuite|program, he doesn't fool around.
Tell me about it.
- Maybe, you should take a vacation.
|- A vacation? Did you take a vacation|when the Dominion took over DS9? - lt's not the same.
|- lt is to me.
This is my life.
- l don't run at the first sign of trouble.
|- We're not asking you to run.
Just stay out of sight|while we make a plan.
- What plan?|- To get rid of Frankie Eyes.
Odo and Kira|are in the lounge right now.
They're checking up on Frankie.
|We must find his weak spot.
l hope you know|what you're getting me into.
lf you screw up,|l'll end up buried in the desert.
Let me guess, you'll look around here|while l check out the casino? Oh.
Uhif you'd prefer, l'll go Enjoy yourself.
|Just remember, we have a job to do.
Of course.
Then l drive him out to the woods.
Three shots in the head,|that's the end of Little Paulie.
What do you think Frankie says|when l get back? ''Little Paulie?|No, l told you to pop Big Paulie!'' That's the problem with our business -|too many guys named Paulie! Hit me.
- l'm done.
|- Not so fast.
What kind of card is that|to give a pretty lady? Hit her again.
- lsn't that against the rules?|- Don't worry.
Double your bet.
You're starting to aggravate me.
- 21.
Finally.
Pay the lady.
|- Yes, sir.
lf l were you, l'd quit while l was ahead.
l'm Frank Chalmers.
|People call me Frankie Eyes.
- Why?|- Because l don't miss a trick.
- You're very sure of yourself.
|- Doubt is for losers.
- And quite a philosopher.
|- l'm writing a book.
- What's the title?|- Maybe you can help me think one up.
My talents lie in other directions.
- Good title.
Mind if l use it?|- You already paid for it.
Let's hit the roulette table,|see if l can't buy Chapter One.
Hey, Max, come here.
|l want you to see this.
Can you believe it? He did it again.
l ain't never seen a stunt like that.
There's nothing to it, really.
Hear that? Guy's the eighth wonder of|the world.
Says there's nothing to it.
- So where you from again?|- Bajor.
- That's in Jersey, right?|- Right.
Max, another round for my friend here.
Turns out Frankie Eyes was sent|to Vegas by a man named Carl Zeemo.
Frankie's moving up in the world.
- You know Mr Zeemo?|- Been around forever.
Likes to pretend he's a sweet old man,|but he's meaner than a junkyard dog.
lt's starting to make sense.
Frankie|doesn't have the money to buy a hotel - But Zeemo does.
|- More than enough.
This will be a pretty sweet deal for him.
The casino's bringing in|about a million bucks a month.
Cash.
And out of that, Zeemo expects|to be sent a couple of hundred grand.
- That would be the ''skim''.
|- Right off the top.
Tax free.
Frankie's OK,|as long as he sends Mr Zeemo his cut.
Frankie says Mr Zeemo's coming here|in six days to pick up his first payment.
He's never been to Vegas.
|He wants to see his acquisition.
What would happen to Frankie|if he didn't give Zeemo his skim? Frankie's not that dumb.
- Are you thinking what l'm thinking?|- Depends on what you're thinking.
We have to see to it that Mr Zeemo|doesn't see a penny of that money.
Are you talking about|robbing the casino? - That's what l was thinking.
|- lsn't that dangerous? Stealing from the mob? You bet it is.
|You get caught and l die.
Then the trick is not to get caught.
You guys are nuts.
- Besides, the money's kept in a safe.
|- What kind? l don't know, it's in the count room.
|There's a guard outside 24 hours a day.
And even if you did get past him,|there's still two count men inside.
- l'll get a look at the safe.
|- We'll figure how to take out the guard.
- And the count men.
|- And anything else.
- Then we're agreed?|- Absolutely.
- l'm in.
|- Me, too.
- Sure.
|- OK.
Let's do it.
Wait a minute.
Let me get this straight.
You're going to knock over the casino|and swipe a million from the mob? Vic, you want your lounge back or not? Deal me in.
- Ever seen a prettier shade of green?|- Looks like you had a good night.
And the night's not over.
ls that for me? - Or am l just keeping it warm for you?|- lt's all yours, baby.
- There's more where that came from.
|- l'll take your word for it.
- What are you looking at?|- Nothing.
Just keep counting.
After you, sweetheart.
You're sure you didn't go to high school|in Asheville, North Carolina? - Positive.
|- That's funny.
You look just like the captain of our|football team.
l had a crush on him.
Well, actually,|l did play a little football.
l knew it.
|You have the body of an athlete.
You call this a cheese steak?|l wouldn't feed this to my parole officer.
Cicci, can l have a word with you? Just a second, please.
Now l want a real cheese steak, and l don't care if you gotta fly|to Philadelphia to get it.
A guy can starve to death in this town.
- Ezri, this is Tony Cicci.
|- Nice to meet you.
The pleasure is all mine.
- Ezri's new in town, she needs a job.
|- l'm a very good waitress.
Ah.
You wouldn't happen|to have a slice of pizza on you? No, but l could go to the kitchen|and get you one.
That chef wouldn't know a good pizza|if it hit him right in the face.
- Consider yourself gainfully employed.
|- Really? That's wonderful.
- Thanks, l owe you one.
|- Don't mention it, Stretch.
Maybe one of these days|you'll show me the l don't believe it.
Take it easy.
l'm not looking for trouble.
- That's a relief.
|- l'm here to see Frankie.
l want to try to work things out with him.
|Let bygones be bygones.
Frankie, l'm dying here.
The Sands, the Dunes, the Dl,|no one will even return my call.
Tell me something l don't know.
- Surely we can bury the hatchet.
|- l already did.
ln your head.
Frankie, you want me to beg? l'll beg.
|Give me a chance to make things right.
l know people with dough.
|l could bring 'em into the casino.
What? You want to be my shill? l'm talking about people|who can drop 30 big ones a night.
Give him what he wants.
|l can't take much more of his whining.
- Bring in some players, then we'll talk.
|- That's all l ask.
- Let me buy you a drink.
|- l don't drink with losers.
Come on, dollface.
|Let's warm up the poker table.
Welcome back.
- You're in charge of what?|- Distracting the count room guard.
l can't believe|you're involved in this thing.
- lt's ridiculous.
|- So you won't wish me luck? And virtually my entire senior staff|is part of this nonsense? You help friends|when they're in trouble and Vic, hologram or not, is in trouble.
- This is not about Vic.
|- Then what's your problem? You really want to know|what my problem is? l'll tell you.
Las Vegas, 1962.
That's my problem.
ln 1962, black people|weren't welcome there.
Sure they could be performers,|but customers? Never.
Maybe in the real Vegas,|but that's not how it is at Vic's.
l've never felt uncomfortable there,|neither has Jake.
But don't you see? That's the lie.
ln 1962, the civil rights movement|was in its infancy.
lt wasn't an easy time for our people|and l won't pretend that it was.
Baby l know Vic's isn't a totally accurate|representation of the way things were.
But it isn't meant to be.
lt shows us how things could've been.
|How they should've been.
We cannot ignore the truth|about the past.
Going to Vic's won't make us forget|who we are or where we came from.
What it does is remind us we're|no longer bound by any limitations except the ones|we impose on ourselves.
- What about Worf?|- He'll never agree to it.
There's always Quark.
l'm not sure he'd help.
|He thinks of you as his competition.
- l'll get it.
|- Better get this out of sight.
- We're still one man short.
|- We need a high roller with Vic.
Someone to keep|attention away from the count room.
- Otherwise the whole plan falls apart.
|- And we can't let that happen.
Now,|exactly what do you need me to do? - Let's go over it one more time.
|- We all know what we have to do.
lt's pretty simple.
Far be it from me to tell|Starfleet officers how to do their jobs.
Robbing casinos isn't part|of any Starfleet job description l know.
- We can't afford to make mistakes.
|- And we're not going to.
- Take us through it again.
|- You got it.
lt begins with you,|keeping Frankie away from the casino and the count room.
The Captain and l will be laying|down heavy bread at the craps table.
Enough to draw a crowd.
- Where do we get the money?|- l put it away for a rainy day.
Now each night, at precisely 1145 Al, one of the count men,|takes a break to call home.
He never varies his routine.
He's gone|for eight minutes every night.
ln that time, Howard, the other|count man, has a martini brought in.
That's where l come in.
But first,|l make a stop at poker table 3, where l hand a drink to Julian.
And l slip a few drops|of ipecac into Howard's.
After which,|l continue on to the count room.
l set the tray down and leave.
Once Ezri's|out of the count room l run up to the guard and tell|him Chief O'Brien has stolen my chips.
Do what you need to do|to distract him.
Don't be afraid|to turn on the waterworks.
And Chief, you play innocent.
l am innocent!|l've never seen her before.
That's it.
Keep the guard away|from the door for at least two minutes.
Once he takes a sip,|Howard will fly out of that count room.
Which is where l come in.
You and those|fabulous Ferengi ears of yours.
And once l've opened the safe you'll need someplace|to put all that money.
You'll be surprised|how much a million bucks weighs.
l think l can handle it.
When you walk out,|don't talk or look at anyone.
And whatever you do, don't run.
Just head for the exit and dump|the cash in the garbage cans outside.
With no money, there's no skim|for Mr Zeemo, and Frankie is history.
Everything returns to normal.
|Time for champagne.
Music to my ears.
Eight minutes|to get into the count room, open the safe, grab the money|and get out.
- l bet we do it in five.
|- When do we pull off the caper? - The sooner, the better.
|- Zeemo's due in two days.
Then we have no choice.
|We go tomorrow night.
Hey.
Crazy! - That was fast.
|- lt has to be.
- 2 minutes, 14 seconds.
|- l've got to do better.
Right.
Go! Better finish getting dressed.
|lt's almost time.
l'm telling you, Morn, something's going|on at Vic's that we don't know about.
- Looking good, as usual.
|- l'm glad you like what you see.
l only wish l could see more.
You know what they say -|good things come to those who wait.
Who are ''they'',|and how much have they seen? - l never kiss and tell.
|- l bet you don't.
Ooh, 19!|Let's see if you can beat that.
- Vodka martini.
Stirred, not shaken.
|- Right away, sir.
Winner 17, black.
- 10,000.
|- Good luck, sir.
Make your bets.
High-low bets.
- 100 dollars?|- Too much? You're supposed to be a high roller,|so start rolling.
Make it 2,000.
Let's blow some money|at the crap tables.
Maybe later.
Right now,|l want you to buy me a drink.
We can play footsies under the table.
Footsies? l guess it's a start.
We have lift-off.
Oh! l'm so sorry.
Don't worry about it.
You're too kind.
Coming out, now.
New shooter.
Here's where things get interesting.
Come onseven! - You're not Howard.
|- He has the flu.
- This drink must be yours, then.
|- l'm not thirsty.
- But|- Hey! You're making me lose count.
Sorry.
You mind if l drink that?|l've been on my feet for hours.
That's about the saddest story|l ever heard.
You have to help me!|That man stole a stack of my chips! - Hey, you! Stop right there!|- Who, me? - She says you stole her chips.
|- l did no such thing.
l'm telling you he took them.
Thief! - You're drunk.
|- l am not.
- Let's just calm down.
|- Not until l get my money.
- What money?|- The money you stole.
- l told you, l never touched it.
|- Liar.
Uh-oh.
We don't have time for ''uh-oh''.
The safe has an auto-relock tumbler.
|Kira didn't mention anything about that.
She obviously didn't know about it.
- We're not going to have enough time.
|- Keep working.
This hand shook the hand of Bugsy|Siegel, the man that built Las Vegas.
l'm telling you, he was a visionary.
And is there even one statue|of the guy in this town? - There's no justice.
|- You can say that again! Sure you don't want to play the tables? l'm perfectly content right here.
Who am l to argue with a lady? Why are you standing around?|Arrest him! He took $200 from me.
- l've only got $5.
|- Don't believe him.
- She ain't playing with the full deck.
|- What is that supposed to mean? Beginner's luck.
For the dealers.
Six minutes.
l wonder what's taking them so long.
l've got to go.
l'm running late.
- You in some kind of hurry?|- Me? - You keep staring at that watch.
|- Really? l hadn't noticed.
- You haven't touched your drink.
|- The night is young.
Gotta pace myself.
Pace yourself? For what? Frankie, there's someone here for you.
- l'm busy.
|- You don't look busy.
Mr Zeemo.
|We were expecting you tomorrow.
- Any problem?|- No, not at all.
- Sit down.
Have a drink.
|- We'll have a drink later.
Where's thewhere's the count room? - Follow me.
|- Mr Zeemo - lt's a great honour to meet you.
|- l know.
Frankie has told me|so much about you.
- Frankie|- Yeah? The money, Frankie.
- Right this way.
|- Let's go.
Come on.
Nog, it's been eight minutes.
|We're running out of time.
l fold.
- You're Al, right?|- Who wants to know? Frankie Eyes.
|He's waiting for you out back.
- For what? l didn't do nothing.
|- Then you have nothing to worry about.
- You gotta be kidding me.
|- Now what? Zeemo! He's a day early.
|Keep playing, l'll try to stall him.
Nina, is that you? - Who's this?|- Nobody.
Hey, Vic, take a walk.
- Where you been keeping yourself?|- Do l know you? Don't you remember|that week in Miami? Have you ever seen her in a bikini?|Oh, mama mia! - When were you in Miami?|- l don't know what he's talking about.
- Who's this, your grandpa?|- Frankie Cicci.
- Now you've done it.
|- Bury him.
- So long, sucker.
|- Frankie, l'm waiting for the money.
- Right this way|- Tonight everybody's a winner! What's this? What's going on? Piece of cake.
- Can l go now?|- You aren't going anywhere.
Don't let him leave.
Charlie, over here.
Take thisgentleman to Security.
- l wanted you to handle this.
|- l can't leave my post.
Charlie.
Strip search.
Strip search? There, there.
lt's not worth all that.
l needed that money|to buy a gift for my mother.
Funny way to run a casino.
What are you waiting for?|Show Mr Zeemo the count room.
You heard the lady.
Buying this casino|is the smartest move you ever made.
lt'll make you money hand over fist.
l just hope you brought|a big enough briefcase.
Where's my money? Now, that's more like it.
Say goodbye to Frankie Eyes.
Tell Felix we shut the lid|on his jack-in-the-box.
- With pleasure.
|- Ladies and gents, the bubbly's on me! - Thanks, Vic.
|- Hear, hear.
- Where have you been?|- l don't want to talk about it.
Next time you play ''The Alamo'',|count me in.
- Coonskin cap and all.
|- You got it.
To the best friends|a hologram ever had.
- l owe you, big time.
|- Cheers, Vic.
OK, fellas, let's do it.
Captain You'll join me? What?