All language subtitles for Las.Vegas.S02E03.Blood.Is.Thicker.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Find out how we
got this place so cheap?

The owner used to be
the banquet manager
at another hotel on the Strip.

Got in over his head
at the tables...

and then got caught
selling a truckload...

Of filet mignon
to a Federal agent.

Must have needed the equity
to keep out of prison.

That's why we had
such a short escrow.
Where's Danny?

He couldn't get away but I
have full authority to speak
on Mr. McCoy's behalf.

Guys, I think we should
have a party here
before we rent it out.

Wow. Let's not
and say we did.

We've gotta
get this place rented.

Well, we've been busy.
We'll always be busy.

Our second mortgage payment's
due in two weeks.

We need to remember
the whole point
of this investment...

was to limit our
out-of-pocket expenses
while we wait...

for the unstoppable
Vegas housing market
to make us all very rich.

Okay, you guys, gather around
because we are about to
make a toast...

in style,
to Andrea Mitchell.

The news reporter?
And Alan Greenspan's
much younger wife.

Because a happy chairman
of the Federal Reserve...

means interest rates
stay nice and low.

Okay, you ready
with that?

Cheers to the Lucky Six
Limited Partnership...

and the proud owners...
of 9836 Russett Briar Circle.

Yeah.

Hello, excuse me.
I am Gerhardt
and this is Reiner.

We are looking for Sam.

Sam is out of the hotel
for a brief bit but she'll be
back momentarily.

So this Sam is a woman?
Technically, yes.

I'll be sure to let her know
you've arrived.

Thank you.
We are thirsty now.

There's a bar
right there.

Danny.

Well, the boys from Metro.
How are you doing?

Is Ed around?

Is he expecting you?
I can take you to his office.

There he is.

Hey, boys. What's up?

Can we talk in your office?
What's going on?

Wait a minute,
is this about
the housekeeper...

that took those
prescription drugs
from the guestroom?

What the heck, listen,
it was a couple of Xanax,
for crying out loud...

and to tell you the truth,
the guest didn't even want to
press charges.

Look, Ed, it's probably
in your interest to do this
some place more discreet.

To be honest with you fellas,
I'm a little busy.

If you've got anything to say,
it's all right.
Just say it here. It's okay.

Ed Deline, you're under arrest
for the murder
of Diego Hallick.

What?

Don't worry, we're gonna
find out what's going on.

Where's Delinda?
She's not answering
her cellphone again.

I just talked to her.
She's at home with Jillian.

Yeah? How're they taking it?
Jillian's okay.
Delinda's kind of shaken up.

Yeah, but you'd think
they'd be used to this
kind of stuff by now, right?

What's that supposed to mean?

I'm sorry, are we forgetting
about Ed's whole shadowy
CIA past?

You don't think he did it?

Look, all I'm saying is...

I have five huge players
coming in...

and they're gonna be asking me
a lot of questions.

What are you hearing
on the floor?
Questions I can't answer.

Mike.

I gotta go.

Okay. Here's what I found out
from Metro, this Hallick was
murdered three weeks ago.

They tested the evidence
found at the scene,
and it came up Ed.

You don't think...

They say it's a billion to one
to get a match,
and the DNA doesn't lie.

Yeah, but DNA
can get planted.

Yeah, and OJ's still looking
for the real killer.

Danny.
Can you sign here?

Thank you.
Thanks.

I don't like the way
this looks, man.

Why would somebody plant
Ed's DNA at the scene?

What is it? A hair?

The guy could've bumped up
against Ed in a restaurant,
a gas station.

I don't know exactly
what the evidence is.

But what I do know is the DA
wouldn't have gone
to the Grand Jury...

if they didn't have a case.
Not for somebody
as high-profile as Ed.

How'd he get out so fast?
Jillian posted bond.
Five million bucks.

Ed Deline,
former security chief,

and current
president of operations
at the Montecito...

has been formally charged...

with the bizarre
and brutal murder
of a local scientist.

Diego Hallick,
known to his colleagues...

Well, I guess you're wondering
what the hell's going on.

Well, first of all
and most importantly...

I want you both to know
I didn't do it.

We never thought
you did do it, Ed.

And effective immediately,
depending on the outcome
of the trial...

and the Gaming Commission...

I have to step down
as president of the Montecito.

There'll be an operations team
made up of department heads...

who will run things
in my stead.

So basically, it's business
as usual, get it?

The evidence had to be
planted. So Mike and I can
find whoever did this.

No, zip it. Zip it.

I'm ordering you
to stay away from this case.

Have you got
a lawyer yet?

Because if you don't,
Mark Geragos gave me his card
the last time he was here.

I have someone, Len Heyman.
Len Heyman?

Yeah.
Is he still alive?

Listen, I told you,
I have it handled, okay?

But Ed, we can help.
I know you can.

But right now I cannot
afford to have
either one of you guys...

running all over Vegas...

sticking your nose
where it doesn't belong
and getting in trouble.

Because right now,
it's the last thing I need.

I do not need it.
So you're out.

Understood?
Yeah.

Mike, understood?
Yes.

Okay. I also need
a little help
getting out of here...

so you guys wanna walk me
to the door?

It just feels weird
doing this right now.

I know, but we need
paying tenants
and we need them now.

Can we do this first?
Yeah.

Hi.
Hi, I'm Mary and these
are my partners...

Sam and Nessa.

Hi.

So you two are,
I'm sorry,
Brandy and Dakota.

Those are your stage names.
No, they're real.

So, I assume
you work nights?

Do we look like
day shift to you?

How's your credit?

We tend to pay
most of our bills
in cash.

With singles.

Okay, well,
thank you very much, ladies.
I will let you know.

Thank you.

I have a question.
Yeah?

How often do they
clean the pole?

Hello, boys.
Hello, Fr�ulein Sam.

Based on the current level
of our success we wish to
continue playing blackjack...

for many hours in a row.
That's wonderful.

However, we will require
suitable foods...

beverages, and comforts
to make this possible.

Of course.
Whatever you need.

First, we would like
an assortment of smoked meats.

Okay.
And then a variety
of pickled items, as well.

Yeah, cauliflower.
Broccoli.

No sauerkraut.
Beets.

Beets. Okay, obviously you
don't want to eat here
at the table, so I'm...

Yeah, at the table.
It's our lucky table.

Open you ears.
What have we been saying?

Consider it done.
Thank you, Sam.

You're welcome.
Continued good success,
gentlemen.

What did Ed say?
I'm not supposed to
talk about it.

Who's his attorney?

Len Heyman.
Len Heyman?

The old time mob lawyer?
He's good.
Yeah.

Well, what else
did Ed say?

He said he didn't do it.
Do you believe him?

Don't you?
Of course I do.

Do you think he's even
capable of doing it?
Absolutely.

I don't mean threatening,
or arm-twisting, or smashing
some guy's face into a wall...

I know what you're
talking about:

Terminate with
extreme prejudice, permanent
dirt nap, the big sleep.

Yeah.

Yeah, I think
he's capable.

You don't.
I think this whole thing
is crazy.

I'm just saying
if he did do it...

the guy deserved it
or it was self-defense.

Or maybe Ed's innocent
and that's all there is to it.

This is Vegas.
There's always more to it.
Okay.

What are you doing?
Check this out.

The dead guy was a scientist
who used the money
from his inventions...

to devote his life
to struggling kids.

I thought Ed said
to stay away.
Come on, Mikey.

Got jobs for gang members...

founded a juvenile
rehab center to get kids
off drugs...

opened a food bank, man.

They found his body
at the rehab center. This guy,
Hallick, was a saint.

Why doesn't Ed
want us to help?

Look, if he didn't do this,
he had to be
some place else...

when Hallick was murdered.
An alibi.

So where
do we start?

I've already started
with the phone records.

Why the phone records?
Why not his appointment log?

'Cause I started
with phone records.

You don't have to
get defensive.

Okay, what time was
Hallick murdered?

It says here the coroner
fixed time of death
at between 3:00 and 6:00 p.m.

And I can see all calls
going in an out
of Ed's phone...

but there's no caller ID
on the incoming.

What about the time
of the murder?

No calls in or out
for a four hour period,
between 2:00 and 6:00 p.m.

So, we can't prove
Ed was here.

And besides, anybody
could make a phone call
from his office.

Point taken.

So maybe now we look
at the appointment log?

Look at this.

The same four hour gap
with no phone calls coming in
or out of Ed's office...

appears every
third Tuesday afternoon...

almost
the entire year.

Give me the video archives
1:45 p.m., the day of the...

Follow him.
Follow him, Danny.

I don't spend my days
playing with the joystick
like you.

Can you push in?
I'm pushing in.

Got it.

Four hour gap,
every third Tuesday afternoon.

Fore.

Hey.

Tell me you're not gonna
start wearing plaid...

and saying things like,
"Grip it and rip it."

No, but thank you
for meeting me here.

I need your help
with something.

Yeah, of course.
What's up?

We need to prove that Ed was
on the golf course
the day of the murder.

If he was playing golf
that day...

wouldn't he just
tell the police that?

Yes, then he'd have to
prove it. We're gonna
help him do that.

Why the red X's?
Well, every course marked
with an X...

is too far to play a round
and get back to work
within four hours...

except The Desert Sands,
The Meadows,
and The Lakes Country Club...

which are within distance.
Sounds good. What do you
need me for?

Who do you suppose
has a better chance...

of prying information
out of a crusty old starter...

a pissed off Marine
or a hottie in a low-cut top?

I'll get
my sticks.

I talked
to the District Attorney...

and I gotta tell you
there's some
pretty incriminating evidence.

Yeah,
like what?

They're not obligated
to release anything just yet.

Len, you can do
better than that.

You're right.

I got a kid associate
at my office who's banging
an evidence tech...

down at Metro.

She slipped him
copies of some of
the crime scene photos.

That's good.
Now, that's why
I hired you.

Diego Hallick.

See the blood on the shirt?
Yeah.

According to the DNA tests,
it's yours.

Fore.

Take your driver
to the tee box.

Dumb ass.

I was wondering if I
could get some information
from you?

What kind
of information?

Whether or not
a certain person played here
a while back.

'Cause I look like I got
a freaking photographic
memory, right? Get lost.

Excuse me. Hi.
Hi, yourself.

What my brother here
is trying to say...

is that my Dad
played a round here
about three weeks ago...

and he got
his only hole in one.

Must have been
11, 168 yards. Par-3.

Well, it's his birthday
next week we were wondering
if you could tell us...

what time he played
and who he played with.

See, we want to make him
a plaque.

I tell you, an ace can be
a man's most precious memory.

Let me check for you,
sweetheart. What's your
Dad's name?

Deline.
Thank you.

"Brother?" Can't you even
pretend to be my wife?

Yeah, he was here.
See?

Look at that. Dad is
gonna be so thrilled.

You wouldn't happen
to have a list...

of the other players
who played with him,
would you?

He played with two fellas,
Siegel and Hallick.

Thank you very much.
Thank you, sweetheart.

Hallick. That's the name
of the dead guy, right?

So much
for an alibi.

You know, half the cold air
in this house was
leaking out of this door.

Yeah, if it takes
a murder charge...

to get you to do
some chores around here...

I think you should
consider killing more often.

Mom, that's not funny.

Yes, it is.
It's all right.

No, it's not.
What's going on, Daddy?

I mean, you two act like this
is no big deal, but you're
accused of killing a man.

Honey, I know
you're concerned.
You're not?

Well, I guess I'm just
more used to it than you are.

Wait a minute.
You've been charged
with murder before?

No. Of course not.

Look, you know,
with all the things
I did in my life...

I've made some enemies.
And there are more
than a few...

that would probably like to
see me in trouble. That's all.

Yeah, but I thought
you were out of the CIA.

But basically,
it's all right.

Remember, I always used to
tell you, "It's all right..."

and it was always all right,
am I right?

Yeah, and you used to say
you were gonna buy me a pony
and bring it back...

which I knew was
a load of crap.

Okay, what can I
do to help?

Sweetie,
just live your life.

Go down there
and show those people
that you're not worried.

And if you're not worried,
they won't be.

Yeah, but this
could take months.

It will not go on for months,
I promise.

And the truth is,
as long as I've got
you two guys...

I'm gonna be
just fine.

I'll have a little bit
of a headache,
but I'll be fine.

By the way, can you
fix the door
in the kitchen?

Thank you, beautiful firemen.
We have your number, right?

Yes. So we'll call you
and we'll let you know.

Bye.

Thank you.
Bye.

Hose me down.

What are you doing here?
Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

How's your mom?
She's okay.

Actually, Dad hasn't been home
this much in months,
so she likes that part.

How is he?
Acting like
nothing's wrong, of course.

Of course.

Are you sure you're okay
to be here?
Absolutely.

Okay.

So, what do we think
of the firefighters?
We gotta keep looking.

Are you kidding?
They're perfect.

Do you know anything
about a firefighter's
schedule?

Two weeks on,
two weeks off.

The house could burn down,
we'd never even know it.

They're firemen.

The deal was
mutually agreeable tenants.
No?

Fine. Who else do we have?
Okay, we'll keep looking.

Do you think he did it?
He played golf
with the dead guy...

two hours before the murder.
Why didn't he tell the cops?

I gotta admit,
that looks bad.

You ready to go to Ed yet?
No.

Fr�ulein Waitress, we are
thirsty now. Please,
an assortment of libations.

Pilsner, ale,
Hefewiesen.

And a berry wine cooler
for Reiner.
Right.

Schnell!

Deal.

Jillian.
Hi.

Thanks for coming.
It's great to get out.

It started to feel like
a tiger's cage with Ed
pacing the house.

I've been trying to
cheer him up...

but when things
like this happen he sort of,
seals himself off.

I know. And he told us
not to get involved,
not to help.

That's Eddie.

But we decided at a time
like this, we gotta
pitch in anyway.

I thought maybe you could
help us out with something.

Sure, I'll try.

Ed played golf with
the murder victim two hours
before he was killed.

Did he say anything
about that?
No.

You know, you guys,
I really appreciate you
wanting to help, I do...

but Ed's life is
really complicated.

I think it would be better
if we just let Ed
deal with this himself.

So, was he still home
when you left?

No. Actually, I have no idea
where he is.

Ed, take your hand
out of your pocket.

Take my...

What, are you worried
about me?

Come on. Hands.

You first.

Come on.

Tell me what the hell
is going on.

Hallick went off
the reservation.
He had to go.

Why? You guys
came to me...

you wanted his routine and his
whereabouts and I gave you
what you needed.

And your country
is grateful.

That's wonderful.
Well, how about this?

Your operative screwed up
this whole deal and now
he's trying to pin it on me.

Who was it?
He and I need to have
a little chat.

I don't know.
You don't what?

I'm trying to tell you
that this came from upstairs.

Way upstairs.

Ed, what can I do for you?

Get the AG to talk to this
Clark County DA and tell him
to call off this case.

We have to maintain
a certain level
of deniability.

What is the matter
with you morons?

You don't know how to operate
in the field.

Plus, as you're aware,
we're not authorized...

to conduct that
type of operation
inside the United States.

And you're not officially
with the company any longer.

Listen, I don't give
a rat's ass about authorized
or official.

You came to me, man.

You calm down,
Ed.

Calm down?

They find my blood
at the crime scene
and I wasn't there.

Neither were we.

You stay on that
subfloor, okay?
That's really important.

Okay.
All right.

I like these blueprints,
Arnie. A lot of windows.

Jeez, Ed.

I almost pissed my pants.
Yeah.

It's better than being
framed for murder.

Yeah, I saw that on TV.
I was sorry to hear that.

Thanks. And you,
you're just...

walking around like you
haven't got a care
in the world.

Well, you don't think
I had anything to do
with setting you up.

Well, I know we played golf
with the guy...

and four hours later
he's dead.

You talk to Langley?
Yes, I did.

They send someone down
to take care of it?

Yes, they did.

An errand boy
with a bag full of excuses.

I'm sorry to hear that.
Well, thank you again.

Who did it, Arnie?

What, you think they'd tell me?

I'm retired like you.
Remember?
Like me?

You're out 14 months,
I'm out seven years.

You have fresher contacts,
so I'm asking you...

who was assigned
the Hallick job?

I don't know what's going on.
Somebody has it out for you.

Really, you think so?

Look, if I get involved,
now I'm on somebody's list.

And you know what?
I don't have
a million-dollar job...

and a mansion
behind gates.

I'm struggling to build
a couple of condos here.

Okay, well.

I'm gonna go home...

and I'm gonna think about
what a stand-up guy
you really are.

You're a big target, Ed.
There's a lot of guys...

who won't lose any sleep
if you go down.

Thanks again, Arnie.

Nice work. You two
have been here
for quite a stretch.

Maybe you want to
freshen up a bit?

Actually, we have decided
to spend the night.

At the table?

You are familiar
with the La-Z-Boy, no?

The reclining chair?
We require zwei.

Two. You got it.
Anything else?

Yeah. Reiner would like
a sleepy hood.

I'm sorry.
Sleepy hood.

Hood.
Sleepy hood?

Sleepy hood.
Hood.

For your head?
Yeah.

A sleepy hat?
Yeah.

Yes, well, that would be
my pleasure.

Would you want the floppy one
with the ball on the end?

Sure.
Yeah.

Okay. You got it.

I got that.
What are you waiting on?
Go get it.

I'm sorry.
That's all you need.
Okay, it's my pleasure.

Thank you, Sam.
You're welcome.

Lay-Z-Boy, lazy Sam.
Lazy Sam!

Why didn't you tell me
about the golf game?

I told you I didn't
want you involved.

What did Siegel
tell you?

He wasn't talking.
Are you?

Get in.

Well, since you came
to work for me...

I'm sure there are
some things that you
wondered about.

That you were in the CIA...
You gonna let me
do this, or not?

I'm sorry, go ahead.

Here's what
I can tell you.

From time to time,
my former employer...

comes to me
for assistance.

And every time,
without fail...

I provide them
with that assistance.

This time
was no different.

Who are Siegel and Hallick?
Former colleagues.
They moved here.

Siegel about a year ago,
then Hallick.

And the Company
wanted him eliminated.
Why?

He was selling secrets
to some very bad people.

But I don't get it. I mean,
why would anyone
want to bury you?

I wish there was only
one answer to that question.

Danny...

I don't like asking favors,
you know, because,
it's not me.

And I damn sure
don't want you in it...

but I just need your help now.

Over to
the northwest quadrant,
all right? Good.

Mr. Siegel?

Unless you got my lumber,
I don't wanna talk to you.

Do we look like
we're from Home Depot?

You guys cops? 'Cause it'd be
a shame to waste the whole
salt and pepper thing.

No. We're here
about Ed Deline.

I already talked to Ed.
But then, you know that,
don't you?

Maybe you remembered
something since then?

Yeah. I just remembered
you're on private property.

You might find it
advantageous
to talk to us.

I doubt it.
Or a big problem
if you don't.

Look.

Ebony, Ivory.
You guys trying to
strong-arm me?

Why don't you go back
to GQ magazine,
or wherever you came from.

Vegas is a big city, Arnie,
but sometimes it can seem
like a small town.

What's that
supposed to mean?

Get the hell
out of here.

Good afternoon.

So this is
Doug and Sue Brenley.

They just moved here
from Salt Lake.

Hi.
No kids and they work
from home.

We just want you to know
we love the house.

We didn't want to seem
too eager...

but we did a drive-by
just to check it out...

and it's, well,
it's perfect.

I don't want to be
overstepping, but I could hear
a little gurgling sound...

coming from
the air conditioning unit
outside.

The condensation
overflow tube
was clogged...

so I cut out
the occluded section.
It flows free now.

Man, that is occluded.
Check that out.

The whole place
could've flooded.

Thank you so much.
Doug loves to putter
around the house.

Really?
Well, we know you're
all busy people...

working at such
an exciting place
and all.

So we went ahead
and prepared
a little packet.

Credit reports.

Seven-forty FICO.

He's
so proud of that.

Banking records,
references, etcetera.

Anyway, it was great
to meet you all.

Hope to hear
from you soon.

So, we've talked it over.
That was quick.

When can you move in?

Would today be too soon?
No.

Yesterday these plans
were approved and today...

what, all of a sudden
they're no good?
I'm sorry, Mister.

Somebody in there is
gonna lose their job.
I'm calling the mayor.

I wouldn't do that
if I were you.

I've got some old friends
in Mayor Goodman's office.

You had something
to do with this?

Yeah, I forgot to tell you...

my father's
on the Planning Commission.

You think you're gonna
strong-arm me, kid?

This is Vegas.

You're screwing
with the wrong guy.

What the... Come on!

That's my car!

Parking tickets.
I don't have
any parking tickets.

Well, according to
Metro Parking Enforcement
you've got 146.

You can pick it up
at impound in six hours.

No.
Bring cash.

No, come on!
That's my...

Come on, man! Have a heart!

Any progress?

Well, Mike and I are working
on something. But nothing's
happened yet.

Danny, I just wanted to
say thanks.
For what?

For being there for my father,
for my family. It really
means a lot to him...

to me too.

Don't thank me
just yet.

Small town, huh?

You're a real wise ass.

Wow.

They shut you
down completely.

At this rate your building
might never get built.

You're messing
with my livelihood, McCoy.

I don't give a crap
about your livelihood.

Don't touch me.

I don't have anything to do
with what happened
to your boss.

Then who would
frame him?

You know how many guys
want to beat Ed Deline?

I want a name.

You got 12 hours.

And if you think this has been
a bad day, just wait
until tomorrow.

There might be one guy.

He goes way back.
A name.

Tolliver.

Gaming regulations say you
have to stay out
of the surveillance room.

But they don't say anything
about the surveillance room
coming to you.

I put a little pressure
on Siegel and he gave us
a name.

Siegel gave up a name?
Tolliver.

Tolliver.

We're in.

Someone was following you
at the golf course that day.

Their parking lot
has surveillance cams.

How'd you get access
to the video?

I went to junior high
with the greens keeper.

Push in for me.
I got it.

Tolliver.

Yeah, I know that guy.

He does wet work
for the Agency.

He works out of LA.

Well, any reason why he'd
want to frame you for murder?

I killed his brother.

So this Tolliver's brother
is a real douche bag.

He sold out four of our guys
to the other side...

they tortured them for weeks
before they killed them.

And I got the assignment
to take him out.

But that didn't need
the phone call. I would have
done that one on my own.

And now the Agency
sends Tolliver to Vegas
to take out Hallick.

And Tolliver knew that
you were providing intel...

so he kills Hallick
and pins it on you...

the guy who killed
his brother.

It's called a twofer.
I'm screwed either way
you look at it.

Not necessarily.
I was thinking about
the day of the murder.

Not so much
what happened at the scene,
but what happened after.

So I called my buddy
at the phone company.

Wait a minute. Since when do
dead men make calls
after they're dead?

No, not the victim,
the killer.

How'd you get
the cell number?

Well, I was thinking, maybe
Tolliver made a call
after he took out Hallick...

you know,
to confirm the hit.

So I got the records
for the entire cell site...

nearest the murder scene.

Now check this out:

In the hour after the murder,
25 calls originated
from this small cell site...

all coming from local 702
Area Code phones,
all except for one.

It came from a 310 cellphone.
310? That's LA.

West LA to be exact.
I have a billing address.

Tolliver.
We can do this.

Just one question: How long
does it take to paint over
a logo on a jet?

Samantha Jane Marquez?
Yes?

Got your DSL modems here.
I'm sorry, what?

You the owner of
9836 Russett Briar Circle?
Yes.

Somebody ordered high-speed
internet connections
for the entire location.

It must be Doug Brenley,
our new tenant. Can't you just
drop these modems off there?

Nope.
What do you mean "nope"?

I got a work order says
I gotta deliver these
to the owner of the premises.

Sign here.

It's lunch time, you wanna
go over to the house with me
to drop these off?

Sure.

Okay. Yeah.
I'm coming.

Tolliver?

I'm Peyton,
this is Malone.

Yeah?
The Company sent us.

The gas company?

That's how we're gonna
play it, huh?

Put that away.

What do you guys want?
I fulfilled my contract.

Ed Deline knows.

What?

He'll find you, Ben.

Now, if you want to live,
you'll stop right now.

Why should I
believe you?

You made it personal in Vegas
and we don't want
any more bodies on our hands.

Now, you got a choice...

you can either
hop on a plane with us,
or you take your chances here.

Where are we going?

We're gonna get you the hell
out of LA until Deline's
locked up.

I want to
make a phone call.

That's a good idea.
Call your handlers
and check us out.

Like they'll tell you anything
on a non-secure phone line.

By the time you
get your answer...

Ed Deline will have
a gun barrel down your throat.

He's already in LA.

And we all know
what he did to your brother.

You know what?

I'm not afraid of Ed Deline.
And I don't need your help.

I'll take my chances.

Are you sure this
isn't gonna kill him?

About 60% sure.

Where we going?

You know we can't tell you
that, Ben. It's for
your own safety.

Just know it'll be far away
from that jackass, Ed Deline.

Let me
help you out with that.

Hi.

You guys here
for the audition?

The audition?

Excuse me.
For what?

TheWhoreNextDoor. Net.

They are gonna love you.
Thank you.

All right.

They are definitely
losing their deposit.

They're making pornography
in our house.
Yeah.

Oh, my God.
Mary, make them stop.

Hi, Sue, this is Sam.
Are the Brenleys in?

How am I...

It's clear.

What, this is the best
you guys could come up with?

It's got a mini-bar.

You want a fluffy robe
and macadamia nuts
or do you wanna stay alive?

So, where are we?
Come on, Ben.

We flew for
about five hours.

Plus, you set your watch ahead
three hours.

That's
a nice catch.

Gotta be East Coast, right?
Maybe DC?

You want something to eat?

Yeah, I'm starved.
How about a steak?

Sounds good.
Baked potato?

Sure.
Bring in a T-bone
with a baked potato.

Make it medium rare.
Medium rare.

So, how long am I gonna be
in this dump?

Deline's trial's been
fast-tracked.

And with the amount
of evidence the DA's got
it shouldn't be too long.

Yeah, just enough
to convict him.

I'm gonna check
the perimeter.

Between you and me, I never
believed his phony
goomba tough guy act.

So how did you do it?

Do what?

All right,
I get it.

But I gotta tell you,
if somebody took out
my brother...

I'd sure as hell
want payback.

All you gotta do is
look at the files.

Ed Deline's got a rare
RH factor in his blood.

So he banks some of it
in case of emergency.

You know how easy it is
to break into a blood bank?

That's brilliant.

Food will be here
in a bit, Ben.

Well, if you need anything,
we'll be outside. Let's go.

Hi.

Thanks.

God!

How you doing?

Hey, Ed.
How are you?

What's this? Who said
Hans and Franz can camp out
here in my casino?

What's next,
a bed over there
at the crap table?

They're down
$600,000.

Hit and see.

Why don't you see
if they need a blankie
or something?

Mike, I meant to tell you,
I thought you did...

a hell of a job
faking it back there...

and I actually think you'd
make a heck of an agent.

Thanks, Mr. D.
What, I don't get no love?

"Phony goomba tough guy"?
I had to make that look good.

And I don't think
you're phony at all.
What?

I'm only kidding.
Come here, wise guy.

Hey.
Hey, honey.

How's the house going?

How are the new tenants?
Yeah, well,
we're evicting them.

And we need money
for some repairs...

so I'm gonna need $2,000
from each of you
and $5,000 from you.

All right. Welcome back.
Thanks, honey.

See, you're gone
a couple of days
and look what you miss?

Hey, boss.
Welcome back.

I missed you.