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You think you know Las Vegas.

The light.

The action.

The sex.

There's a Vegas you've never seen before.

My Vegas.

My name is Angelica, and I deal in dreams.

And because everyone has a little sin in them, the next dream fulfilled could be

your own.

I love you.

pick this up a little bit later.

What is this place?

This? This is exactly what you asked for.

You've got to be kidding me.

This is not what I asked for.

Oh.

This place used to be called the... Whoa!

Ooh!

Good?

This place used to be called the Satin Room. It was the hottest spot in town.

But now it's getting torn down. Part of the city's renovation program.

Are these yours, or were these here before?

But I spoke to the owner and he said you can stay here.

Wait, where am I staying?

In the back room. Back what?

Look, you asked me to find you a place to conspire these great ideas for a

story. Perfect.

Yeah, perfect for Stephen King, okay? I don't know exactly what it is I want to

write, but it wasn't a horror story.

I want to write about the history of Vegas.

Bugsy Siegel.

Mm-hmm, and Sinatra. Yeah.

and gamblers. That's been done.

This hasn't.

I put some photos and some old periodicals, stuff like that in the room

for you to get the whole creative juices flowing.

Care to wet the whistle before the show?

Jesus, you scared the shit out of me.

A little jumpy tonight, huh?

Did Angelica tell you?

Who?

Don't tell me you got another girl.

What, the boss at the end made enough for you, Harry?

Harry, Harry.

Guess I never gave Angelica enough credit. The usual?

Sure, um... Marcus.

Right.

Marcus.

Got it.

Where's your head at tonight, man?

You still got to be drinking, Nick?

Yeah, now more than ever.

What the hell?

What the hell's going on?

What is it, like a trick me or something?

Any idea what Nick would do to you if he found you drinking on the clock?

Come on.

Oh, my God.

David, you've had your five-minute break. Now get back to the finger

dancing. What?

Work. Get back to work.

Hey, Harry.

Why aren't you up there yet? I'm not. I'm not feeling very well.

Nick.

Hey, that's what the damn right for you.

Are you going to stand on those keys all night, or are you actually going to play

something? But I don't know how to play. Hey, come on!

Come on!

Your eyes, they see just

what they're looking for.

My lips,

they speak, they tell you I love you.

Like I want you to You're the kind of man Can make

my dreams come true Just say the words

And let's fall in love tonight

You knew what real love's all

about.

There've been so few

men who could figure it out.

So take me in your arms, honey.

Don't be shy.

who doesn't have to try this fear go

right let's fall in love tonight

this love

What's the matter?

Playing hard to get?

Um, it's, uh, Paul.

Paul Miller.

And you're, um... Getting bored.

No game. Not tonight, Harry.

I'm gonna hear the phone, Nick. Okay.

Unless you've changed your mind.

Me?

It's gorgeous.

I'm glad you like it.

What? Did I ruin the surprise?

No one is as surprised as I am. I mean, surprised at how beautiful you look

tonight.

You all right?

I've actually never, never done, you know.

Oh, I see.

Playing it shy, Harry?

Well, how about I help you get your rhythm?

You're an absolute gentleman, Harry.

Hurry up.

Nick doesn't like me to make a scene of it, you know.

Nick knows about this?

Since when did you get so far behind the eight?

Yeah, he knows about me.

I know about him.

Everyone's the wiser.

How wonderful.

You ready for tomorrow night?

What's tomorrow night?

Game time's over, Harry. Quit it.

I've been trying to tell you, I'm not Harry, okay?

My name is Paul Miller. I'm a writer. This woman, Angelica, put me up here for

the night to write about this... Well, be a writer after tomorrow.

Until then.

You're just plain old Harry.

The piano player who's about to become a millionaire.

A mil... what?

A dream.

like you can use it.

God, I'm just over here.

Shouldn't be, though.

It's one thing to have a go at Mr. Damright, but it's another to be so

obvious about it.

Watch your back.

God, I must be losing my mind or something.

Yeah, well, lose it later.

Mr. Damright's looking for you.

What's the date?

Huh? The date, you know, the date.

The 16th?

Wow, you got big plans or something?

The 16th of 1953.

The day Harry killed himself.

Now why would you want to go and do a thing like that for?

Never mind.

Clean yourself up, Harry.

Mr. Dameron's not the one to be kept waiting.

You're making me look like a patsy in front of my customers and my members, my

staff.

Believe me, you don't need my help.

To do that.

Why don't you let her come up for some air?

I've been there. It's not pretty.

Here you go, baby.

That's a good girl.

Remember the last time the three of us got together there, Monica?

I remember two of us lasted a lot longer than the third.

Mr. Denright, you wanted to see me?

Yeah, get in here, Harry.

Me and Monica was just talking about you.

Tonight's your last night, kid.

After the show, pack up your kit and get out of here.

I figure you can guess the particulars.

Oh.

I can you for banging my wife and all you can say is oh?

Deep thinker you got there, Monica.

Maybe you should take Marcus for a spin around the block while you're at it.

After you, I got nowhere to go but up.

Yeah? At least Gloria knows how to treat a man.

Become a man and we'll talk.

What? Get out of here!

The shipment will be in around 10.30.

Figure the office will be clear by 11.

I'll distract Nick.

You get the money.

And we'll meet by the... What?

The money.

I thought you wanted a score to get us out of here.

You want to rob the place?

Stop worrying.

DeMarco's been laundering his money at the club for years.

He doesn't really trust Nick.

He'll think they've been a double crook.

By the time they figure out about us, we'll be long gone.

And you really have all the angles, don't you?

I thought this was what you wanted.

No, no. It was what Harry wanted, and it must have gotten him killed.

What are you talking about?

I've been trying to tell you. I'm not Harry.

Keep your voice down.

Fine time to play the loon.

I'm sorry.

It's just, we've been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.

Now that you've been fired, I... I don't want to lose you.

Do it to me.

Somebody might come in.

It doesn't matter anymore.

I need you.

I need you inside me.

Oh, Jess.

The sweetest music is playing fast like a candle.

And every moment will be just a

song.

It's 32-12-27.

32-12-27.

Look, why don't we just go away?

You and me.

Right now.

Living's expensive.

I only act cheap.

It's been a while, hasn't it, Nicky?

Missed our little parties?

Oh, you know I did, baby.

Thank you.

Tony.

I mean, holy shit.

Did you get sick of your little piano player friend?

Baby's jealous?

I went too far this time.

Too far.

I always come back, don't I?

You always will, baby.

You always will.

Let's not talk about it. It's over.

Did you get the money?

Listen,

Monica. You did it.

I knew you could. Wait a minute.

Where were you?

I had to make sure Nick didn't come back, didn't I?

It's just you and me now.

Forever.

Jesus, Harry, what the fuck are you doing?

I told you I'm not Harry.

And he sure as hell didn't kill himself after stealing a million dollars. What

are you talking about?

I love you.

Sure you do.

You may say love is blind.

What the fuck are you doing?

Shut up, Harry.

I never really liked you much.

But you kept me downright busy.

So I can't complain.

Gloria, what are you talking about? I'm talking about you and your games,

Monica.

I've got a real chance with Mickey.

But you keep pushing him away and then coming back.

How's a girl supposed to compete with that?

But we're leaving tonight.

You can have Nick. What do I care?

And you think that if you steal Mr.

DeMarco's money, Nicky's going to be worth it come Monday? Then what do you

want? I want whatever girl wants, Harry.

Love and security.

A fucking tear to my eye.

Now give me the money.

Give

me

the money.

Go now!

Don't worry about Monica, all right? We'll take care of her later.

Right now, we gotta call the cops.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Musicians kill themselves all the time.

It's a rough life, kid.

Okay?

Hey, look at me, look at me, look at me.

I'm proud of you.

I'm proud of you.

Come here.

Let's get out of here. Come on.

Fantastic.

I don't know how you figured this out.

It's like you were there.

Well, I was looking at

the photos you gave me, and I heard this.

I wish I knew what happened to Monica.

I made some calls.

There's no trace of her anywhere.

She went back to New York and had a family.

She never forgave herself for leaving Harry here that night.

She took that secret with her to the day she died.

How do you know?

Oh.

My grandmother's.

And Harry was her grandfather.

She came back and bought this place in the 70s. Now it's mine.

Then why tear it down?

Well, sometimes you just have to lay the past to rest.

You know, make sure they print it.

You know, it's a really good story.

You know, he deserves that much.

She never knew for sure who my grandfather was.

Maybe Harry.

Maybe Nick.

But in her heart, it was always Harry.

And maybe that's all that really mattered.