All language subtitles for Las Vegas s05e10 The high price of gas.eng

Previously on Las Vegas...

Your uncle Luke. Never heard from the guy in like
25 years. He suddenly shows up out of the blue?

I've been clean and sober
for over two years now.

Run a background check on
my uncle Luke, will you?

You think he's up to something?

I happen to be carrying my
1895 morgan silver dollar.

One of my high rollers
left it to me in his will.

Lucky coin is in.

I guess it's my lucky coin now.

All right, there's three
whales who need my attention.

Guys who actually spend money.

And instead, he has me babysitting
some redneck from Texas.

Suck on this...

Till I get back.

People are entitled to be
treated with decency and respect.

You're fired.

Danny boy!

Bob Casey. How you been?

Smell that?

Yeah, it smells like oranges.

Danny, what's goin' on?

They're gassin' the casino.

All clear. Pull 'em off, boys.

Stay down.

Least till the docs
get a look at you.

Where's Luke?

I'm okay, Danny.

How long was I out?

Everybody down here's been out at least 40
minutes. I smelled somethin'. It was like orange.

I think that it was fentanyl.
I'm guessing the same thing.

- I'm gonna have to call metro.
- They're already here.

So is the ATF, FBI, ICE, HSA,

and every other Fed with
initials in their name.

We've got approximately 1,
000 down on the casino floor.

They're all regaining
consciousness. No fatalities.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Just stay down a minute.

Let him get up if he wants to.

You okay?

What'd they get?

Everything we had on the
floor and in the cage.

Give or take $30 million.

I should get back there.

Thank god they made you come home,
Danny. I mean, you could been killed.

Nobody got killed, Dee.

Are you sure you're okay?

Yeah. I'm fine.

What about tomorrow
or the next day?

W... As far as I know, Fentanyl
doesn't have any lasting effects.

If just feels like a-A
hangover. That's all.

What about uncle Luke?

Considering a hangover's been his natural
state for the last 20 years, I think he's fine.

God.

This is all so crazy.

What about poor Sam?

I mean, first Cooper kicks her to the curb, and now
this. There's not gonna be any jobs in this town.

- What do you think she's gonna do?
- I don't know.

I can hear you.

- Coach is like two feet from your bed.
- Sorry, Sam.

Let me tell you guys something.
Sam Marquez is like a cat.

You know what that means? You know
what cats do? Cats land on their feet.

- Why are you talking in the third person?
- I'm very tired.

Let me tell you something else. You
two are the ones I'm worried about.

Do you want to know why? Because
you work at the Montecito.

And the Montecito just
happens to be in big trouble.

You think people are just gonna show up at the
Montecito tomorrow and act like nothing's happening?

And I don't really give a crap, because I'll
have a better job than this in like 24 hours.

Watch me.

Las Vegas 510 "The
High Price of Gas"

The "Vegas Team"

Vic Jacobs. Special
agent in charge. FBI.

- You're clear to reopen.
- Thank you for making it happen so quickly.

KellI rome. Homeland security.

Uh, have a seat.

So you think this
might be terrorists?

We don't know what to think yet.

Well, as far as I know, Al-Qaeda kills people.
They don't put them to sleep and rob them.

Look, we're not ruling
out anything at this point.

You were the only one to come into direct
physical contact with the perpetrators.

Surveillance video indicates that you
grabbed at one of 'em before you went down.

Yeah, I grabbed one, but
all I got was his arm.

How do you know it was a man?

Because it was.

And if it wasn't, it was the
hairiest girl's arm on the planet.

I- I-I think that I saw
somethin' on his forearm.

A scar? A tattoo maybe?

Yeah, I can't remember.
It just happened so quick.

- Then the gas got you.
- Yeah.

Everyone else on the
floor was already out.

Casino security was down. It's
impressive you got as far as you did.

Yeah, well, when I see these guys again,
trust me, they're not getting away.

I can understand why you
might take this personally.

But here's the bottom line.
We'll find out who did this.

So you don't have to.

Do we understand each other?

Yeah, if I remember anything,
you're the first number I'll call.

Our federal friends found no
fingerprints or DNA anywhere on the truck.

- These guys were very careful, very deliberate.
- A vin number, engine number, anything?

They're there, but they don't match. Looked like
the truck was cobbled together from junkyard parts.

And no rentals matching this description have
been reported missing anywhere in the country.

This is where they disabled
the ventilation system.

Well, they knew
exactly where to hit us.

What about the planning
commission or building and safety?

Somewhere to get a... A blueprint.

Already checked. All this was built after
the Montecito was remodeled two years ago.

They're not even on
file with the county.

- You're still trying to figure out what you saw on that guy's arm?
- This is bad, Mikey. Really bad.

- You think we shoulda seen it coming?
- Well, we got money. Bad guys want money.

- It was bound to happen somewhere.
- Why the Montecito?

Because we got the best security
on the strip, and nobody thought

somebody's gonna try something
this big and get away with it.

- But they did. On my watch.
- On our watch.

They're disaster junkies.

Oklahoma city. 9/11. Katrina.

They want to be the first on the
ground where the bad thing happened.

How'd they get here so fast?

Well, my people are tapped
into the blogosphere 24/7.

- Getting the word out to niche markets like this.
- Really.

They spend on average 40% more
per visit than your typical guest.

I don't want this
clientele in my casino.

You paid me to manage a crisis.

And the first thing we have
to do is repopulate the hotel.

Not everything we do
is gonna be a homerun.

I'm checking in today. Liz Barrett.

Hello, Ms. Barrett. You
must be Steve's wife.

I'm Piper. I apologize for the chaos around here.
Things are just starting to get back to normal.

You know, Steve always said, "Liz,
the Montecito is just like cheers. "

Where everybody knows your name.

Let me get this bag for you.

"Always someone to help you
there, Liz, just like family. "

- Wow, you didn't carry this all by yourself, did you?
- Well, I figured I should.

There's a million dollars in there.

Will Steve be joining
us later today?

No.

Steve's dead.

Thanks, it means a lot.

All the owners have
pledged their support.

They've also agreed not
to hire Samantha Marquez.

I can't let her take our biggest
customers to the competition.

Yeah, I heard you made a few
phone calls regarding Sam.

I also heard you hired
a disaster consultant.

Ted Leandros, he's
supposed to be the best.

Look, Mike, I know she's
a friend. This is business.

So I need a list of her whales,
and I'll call them all personally.

Actually, there is no list.

That's ridiculous.

You're telling me the Montecito doesn't
have a list of its biggest gamblers.

Well, casino services may
have a few business numbers

and some banking information, but traditionally,
only the casino host has direct contact info.

Well, get me what you got.

George Maloof, please.

Sam Marquez.

Uh, George! Hi, it's Sam.

This is your lucky day.

Mike Cannon?

Ted Leandros, A.J. Cooper retained
my services to help manage the event.

How'd you get in here?

Oh, uh, Cooper gave me a
all-Access pass, so to speak.

Yeah, I know who you are.
"The master of disaster. "

Not a moniker I'd choose for myself,
but, eh, appropriate, I suppose.

Well, now that we have all the pleasantries out of
the way. Can we talk about the elephant in the room?

- I'm sorry.
- Al-Qaeda.

Everyone's thinking it,
but no one's saying it.

There's absolutely no evidence
that this is terrorism related.

Yet. As chief of security, you need to get
the FBI or homeland security to say just that.

Publicly. Today.

All due respect, Mr. Leandros, I'd like
to help you manage the public relations

of the situation, but
I'm kinda busy right now.

What you don't understand, Mr. Cannon,
is that in a post-Disaster environment,

perception is reality.

Uh, my perception is Mr. Cooper would like
me to find out who did this, and quickly.

Someone's gonna get caught.

Someone always does.

And I really don't give
a rat's rectum who it is.

You see, my job is to
restore the perception

that the Montecito is once again open and a
safe place to come gamble and lose your money.

But if those same nice folks
think that terrorists did this...

Well, you can just pass
out hundred-Dollar bills

like christmas candy, and you
would still have no takers.

This hotel will stay empty.

And you will go
back to parking cars.

Most likely at a skin
joint up in Henderson.

If you're lucky.

Now, are you gonna help me, or not?

What's the latest from the FBI?

They got nothing.

- Don't ever say "nothing" to the press.
- Wha... It's the truth.

No, the answer is that we have
persons of interest on our radar.

We're confident that
an arrest is imminent.

Well, we don't. And it isn't.

Let's be careful about
using words like "imminent. "

In the absence of any credible
lead, I think less is more.

Copy that. We'll go dark on
the investigation for 24 hours.

What about the gas residue?

Uh, fentanyl dissipates within
minutes. There isn't any.

I didn't see a phd in gaseous
diffusion on your resume.

I was down there.
I'm not an idiot, I...

You're both professionals.

I expect you to act like it.

Call a press conference,
I wanna make a statement.

First of all, I'd like to thank the
people of Las Vegas for their prayers.

And I'd like thank the owners of the major
properties for their help and support.

Next, I would like everyone
to know that the Montecito...

In fact, this entire
city, is open for business.

Mr. Cooper, do you
have any suspects?

This is Danny McCoy, our
president of operations.

Danny! Danny!

Uh, Montecito security is working hand in
hand with those local and federal agencies.

Mr. Cooper just
mentioned to bring...

To bring the people
who did this to justice.

We understand you've
got no leads at all.

What's your response to that?

Uh, you're absolutely right, Ted.

We have no leads.

We understand there have already been hundreds
of lawsuits filed against the Montecito.

- For what?
- Negligence.

And now you say you don't have a single lead
on the people who gassed and robbed your casino?

The Montecito has the
finest security on the strip.

Our doors are open 24 hours
a day, 365 days a year.

And we do everything... Everything
that we can within the law

and within reason, to keep the people who
stay here, to keep our guests completely safe.

Now, in a free society, it's easy
for bad people to do bad things.

So if any of those people are
watching right now, hear this:

We're coming for you.

So I video iq'd these guys from every angle
and we still can't see through their masks.

Anything new on prints or DNA?

Well, I struck up a collegial relationship
with the FBI evidence tech, Alexandra.

- I'm glad you've still got your priorities straight.
- Well, on the qt, she said no prints, no hair, no fibers.

So they got nothing.

Go back to the video, follow Danny.

Double speed, reverse.

Okay, so here he is
with his uncle Luke.

Stop.

Luke made him go back in.

We're coming for you?

- Yeah, it was a little much.
- You think?

Heard you wrecked the
press conference, McCoy.

Bet that spin doctor almost
crapped his $2, 000 suit.

We're gonna need some data.

Everyone who's checked in and out of this
hotel since the remodel two years ago.

We've already run that. There were
no patterns, nothing stood out.

You think they didn't need a
hotel room because they were local.

You don't mind if we do our
own analysis, though, do you?

Absolutely not. Would you like
a hard copy or flash drive?

Both.

Well... knock yourself out.

- Hey, George.
- Hi.

- Heard Cooper put a bowling alley in his suite.
- Yeah. Where do you think he got that idea from?

Well, we've had the
basketball suite a few years.

Yeah, well, the Montecito is so... Yesterday,
and the Palms is so clearly... Tomorrow.

A.J. Cooper called me and
told me not to hire you.

Quite frankly, Sam,
he scares me a little.

I think it'd be a good idea to let
this whole thing just blow over.

I am so, so sorry for your loss.

Steve loved you, Mike.

He used to pick you up in a big bear hug
whenever you opened his door at the valet.

You were a valet?

Well, he loved everyone
at the Montecito, Liz.

Do you mind me asking,
uh, how it happened?

He was base jumping at
angel falls in Venezuela.

- Oh, my gosh.
- Oh, no. No, he made it.

When he was returning his parachute,
he got hit by an ice cream truck.

Steve wanted to be buried here.

Well, there are several
beautiful cemeteries nearby.

Piper will be happy
to help you with that.

Oh, no, no. Here. At the Montecito.

This was his favorite
place in the world.

In the hotel.

- Uh... I'm not sure if that's even legal.
- I'll pay a million dollars.

Let me look into that.

- What about green valley ranch and red rock?
- No and no.

Cooper's blackballing me all over
town. Gotta hand it to him, though.

He's playing the sympathy card for this
gas attack thing for all it's worth.

Smart.

- Maybe you should just apologize, Sam.
- Apologize. Fat chance.

It doesn't even matter. The Montecito's
over. No one's gonna want to go back there.

Every... I'm just saying that,
you know, wherever I land,

I'll put in a good word for you and Danny
and Mike, and everything's gonna be just fine.

Wait. Wait. What about
that new place downtown?

- Downtown?
- No, not... Not hooters.

Um... a lotta kids go
there late after mystique.

Shooters?

- Cancellations are at 50% at my place, and rising.
- Mine too.

The airport's a
frigging ghost town.

I'm telling you, if this turns
out to be Al-Qaeda, we're all sunk.

It's not Al-Qaeda, Barry.

Nobody got killed,
for crying out loud.

I like these panels.
What is that, walnut?

Now, normally I know you'd all be looking
for a way to kick us when we're down,

but we're all in
this together, right?

That...

Is rapidly becoming you.

So I called the presidents of operations
from every major hotel on the strip here today

because I have an idea, but I
- I just need your help.

- What do you want us to do?
- Eat breakfast.

Well, I wanted to thank Mayor Goodman
and my fellow hotel and casino operators

for their support, so I invited the
entire city down to have breakfast with us.

Mr. Mayor, are you prepared to tell america
that it's safe to come back to the Montecito?

The Montecito is not only safe...

It's delicious.

How did you get the Mayor?

Old friend.

You and Cooper seem
to be hitting it off.

Yeah.

How much did they take you for?

- Come on. You can tell me.
- I could, oscar. But I won't.

Insurance cover any of it?

- Not a dime.
- Welcome to Las Vegas, Mr. Cooper.

* you rock it out
until the end of time *

* you get too tall 'cause
you know you're fine *

* tv feels...

- Sam?
- Hey.

Todd beederman. Wow,
you are beautiful.

I'll tell you that again tomorrow
morning when you wake up next to me.

Welcome to shooters. I know... Sounds
a lot like shooters. For a reason.

Somebody slurs the word hooters in a
cab, half the time, they end up here.

- Smart.
- Let me tell you something about shooters, okay?

It's new, it's hip, it's nonstop.

You know, I'm sorry. I
have to be honest with you.

I'm not exactly sure if my, uh, clientele
is gonna be a natural fit for this place.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Pull over. 'Cause I got more
high rollers than I know what to do with, okay?

I got hedge fund guys, I
got silicone valley geeks.

I got trust fund preppies. I just need
somebody to keep 'em all happy, all right?

And word on the street is you're the best.
I'm gonna tell ya something else, okay?

A.J. Cooper called me. He
told me not to hire you.

But you know what I
am? I'm a contrarian.

Somebody tells me not
to touch a hot stove,

I will burn my hand until
it's a hunk of sizzling flesh.

- That's quite a metaphor.
- What's a metaphor?

- Where was I?
- Contrarian.

Right, some rich guy is gonna
tell me not to do something?

What do you think I'm gonna
do? You're gonna do it.

You're hired!

Great!

Boom. Todd beederman. Remember it.
You're gonna be screamin' it later.

When we started talking about an
inside job, it got me thinking.

What if the one person most able to stop this
thing was somehow put in the worst possible place?

- Who?
- You.

On the casino floor, sure to get gassed at
the very moment this whole thing went down.

So? That was a coincidence.

Now, did your uncle say something
to you to get you to go back inside?

Yeah. He wanted to go back in
to buy something for Delinda.

Did you volunteer to wait for him,
or did he ask you to go with him?

What difference does it
make? We both went back in.

Did you know Luke kennedy's unit in the gulf
war speciaLized in weaponized gas attacks?

Mike, we both got gassed. You trying to tell
me my uncle Luke had something to do with this?

I'm just saying he shows up
out of nowhere after 25 years.

He's got the
operational experience.

Tell me you never thought of it,
but don't say it doesn't make sense.

Hey.

- Where's Luke?
- He said he was gonna call you.

- I thought we were all having dinner.
- He packed a bag and took off.

Said he didn't know
when he was coming back.

We've been waiting for you
to come to us with this.

Your uncle's been a person of interest
since two hours after the robbery.

Why didn't you say something?

If you hadn't brought up Luke Kennedy,
we'd be looking at you right now, McCoy.

- Are you kidding me?
- Mike Cannon too.

The foxes guarding the chicken
coop... Wouldn't be the first time.

Okay, look, all I know is that he packed
his bag and he hit the road... That's it.

We've got every cop in the western U.S.
looking for him, so it's just a matter of time.

All right, well... I heard you guys
were lookin' for me... What's up?

Where the hell have you been?

Well, I went to purge
the snorkel, so to speak.

You went... What?

I went to pahrump. To the cathouse.

Luke Kennedy, you're hereby
being held as a person of interest

in the gassing ahd robbery of
the Montecito resort and casino.

Is it some kind of joke, Danny?

* first night that
I got out of jail *

* lips red and your skin was pale *

* you were the one
that I wanted to nail *

* yeah *

* I asked you for a table dance *

* you came over and put
your hand in my pants *

* I ain't lookin'
for no wild romance *

* by the way, you got a smoke? *

What are you doing?

- Need you come home.
- No, no.

I
- I love it here. It's the best.

I feel like I forgot what
it was like to have fun.

50 gees on think.

50 gees on grownd.

Hey, hey guys. What you betting on?

Her nipples.

Ahh. Her nipples.

Sam, this isn't you.

- What are you talking about it's genius.
- All you have to do this apologies.

Oh never!

Mr. Leeezma I'm A.J. Cooper,
the new owner of the Montecito.

and I'like to personaly
invite you for the weekend.

This weekend, huh?
Yeah, I don't know.

Well, I could have the
Montecito jet in tucsoin an hour.

Jet, huh?

Well, I tell you what,

before you go down to the blackjack
table, about I send up a pitcher of mojitos

and uh, some surf and
turf to your suite?

we... At the hell, Mr. Cooper.

I'll see you tomorrow afternoon.

I'm looking forward to it.

Piece of cake.

You're not married, are you?

Please... I have a time
keeping a boyfriend.

Always seem to be better at
people's relationships than my own.

You know, most people will tell you that the
secret to a happy relationship is compromise.

Pretty much every
won I know says that.

They're wrong.

You gotta do what make you happy.

And then you gotta find at mate.

who his greatest joy
from see' you at way.

That's pretty profound.

- I know the Feds want you to hold back on this one.
- Don't.

We gotta accomplish
two things, Mike.

Not just catch the
guys who did this.

We gotta recover the
bulk of the money.

You got about week's
operating and cash left.

Maybe I'm not as rich
as you think I am.

What you got, Piper?

- Basically, sir.
- Cooper.

Steve Barrett loved
this place so much

that he wants to spend
eternity here in the Montecito.

It's the ultimate in brand loyalty.

No dead people in my hotel.

Well, there is an
historical precedent,

not to mention revenue stream.

It's an all cash offer, $1 million.

- How did he die?
- Got him by an ice cream truck.

All licenses and permits
already been fast-tracked.

We get have them within 24 hours.

- How much do build out the chapel?
- $100,000.

Okay.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What are you doing?

Mr. Leeezma, I'm A.J. Cooper.
I'm here to welcome you.

Why'do you open the driver side door? The
last one someone open the driver's side door.

- When I shod up here, I lost $4 million.
- I'm sorry, sir.

Where is Sam Marquez? She knows.

Passenger side, front
door, I climber the seat.

- Sam is no longer with us.
- Yeah, what's your problem, bud.

Driver's side rear.
What's the matter with you?

Henry, get me the hell out of here!

Let's go!

u... you want to shoot the
door? Yeah, thanks. Thanks a lot.

You really think I will come back.

After all this time and
you like this, Danny.

I really know you, Luke.

So what'd they do,
put a wire on you?

See if you could get me to confess?

I wanna know why you brought
me back to the casino.

Cause I wanted to get something
nice for Delinda. That's all.

- I don't believe you.
- Yeah, never done Feds.

Tell you what? This whole thing blows
over, they catch the guys who did this,

and you come back to me to tell
me that you're sorry, don't.

We just call it even.

Just show me an arm.

- What for?
- Your owner arm.

Why?

Pull up you slee and show
me your right forearm.

That's mom.

Is that what yow want to see, ki?

Did you sick?

- For you, sure.
- Sam wants to apologize.

Danny.

Jill, how are you?

- Oh, good.
- So they keeping you busy over here?

- I just go tumped up to homicide.
- Wow, criminal murder.

I am four body tonight
already in the southwest.

Probably four more.

Every tweaker in the
valley's crawling the walls.

All of a sudden body's making meth.

So where am I going to my meth?

Heh, anyway, it's nice
to see you. I gotta run.

Sam!

- Thanks.
- Oh, everytime they say,"thar she blows,"

- Everybody does a shot! You can't do a shot.
- You see me drunk.

Hey hey hey! Who is your friend?

It's Delinda.

Well, line up some
shots somer here.

I'm pregnant.

Get her a beer.

O/~ wanna plant
some sugar kisses o/~

o/~ on yo hairy double chin yeah

o/~ thar she blows o/~

- Hey.
- Hey!

Gonna come home tonight?

No, I wanna sleep, I think right here
on the bar tonight. Until my next shift.

Isn't awesome?

Yeah! It's awesome.

You hate it, huh?

Hmm, yes. I hate it.

That's why I'm drinking.

Cooper wants to apologize.

Really?

Yeah.

Okay.

I was thinking, since Liz and Steve
have been to the Montecito over 5 times,

we must be them on surveillance
all over the propery.

Ah, you wanna make greatest
hits video for Liz a keepsake?

- Yeah, I know it's a crazy time for you guys.
- No, that's a really sweet idea.

I'll have somebody
in surveillance do it.

- You were such a romantic?
- Everybody.

We're all here.

Okay.

Well?

- I've got things to do.
- This is ridiculous.

Both of you, sit down.

Cooper!

Sit!

Now, I love this place. And I'll be
damned if I'm gonna let it go under

because you're both too stubborn
to reach a simple compromise!

You two better get symbiotic...

And you better do it quickly.

Do you bowl?

No.

We've got over 50
trysts documented so far.

No wonder Steve loved
the Montecito so much.

I know. Sometimes he got busy with
multiple women on the same date.

Damn, Steve was a pimp.

Well I didn't know that
was physically possible.

Oh, yeah, you just have to stretch
out your hamstrings a little bit.

Poor Liz. You know, what are we
gonna do with all this playback?

What playback?

Bikers, street gangs,
professional thieves.

None of these guys are sophisticated enough
to pull off a caper of this magnitude.

Yeah, I'm not sure about Luke.

What, you don't know
if he was involved

or you don't know if you should
have dimed him to the Feds?

Hey, I just ran into Jill
Harris on the way to metro.

- She still working vice?
- No, homicide.

She said something about how
there's no meth left in Vegas

and now all the tweakers
are killing each other.

- No meth?
- Yeah.

What, are they
making something else?

Fentanyl?

You remember that white dude,
tall guy, with the zz top beard.

Used to come in
spreading money around?

Uh, Wayne Squirek.

He was one of the
biggest meth camels.

That's it.

- Are you getting enough calcium?
- Yeah.

You sure?

Honest, I'm fine.

'Cause you really need
to take those tums things.

I mean, whether your
tummy hurts or not.

You know, Delinda,

my life, it might be
20 miles of bad road,

but you, Danny...

And that beautiful baby you got inside
of you, you're the only family that I got.

Just look me in the eye and
tell me you didn't do it.

I had nothing to
do with any of this.

I know he loves you,
uncle Luke, but...

Nobody knows more than
me that it'll take time.

I got plenty of that, right?

The customer confidence surveys are
not tracking it the way we hoped.

I'm not paying you to take polls,
I'm paying you to change minds.

Ah, hear me out. This is important.

We ask past Montecito customers
about their intent to return.

General consensus was, they wanted the people
who did this to be caught before they came back.

Surveys don't measure
logic, they measure feelings.

So how do we change those feelings?

You've got the
reputation as a loyal guy.

To a fault sometimes,
as I understand.

You gotta make a clean
break from this event.

Get to the point, Ted.

Fire Danny McCoy and Mike Cannon.

Put this whole thing behind you.

- You hear that?
- What?

Listen.

- Run.
- Go go go go!

Maybe you can tell us why Wayne Squirek was
already dead before the trailer exploded.

- We thought...
- You thought.

You thought what?

That today moses was gonna come down from
the mountain top, turn you into police?

Outside of that casino of yours,

you're not even licensed to help
an old lady across the street!

Hey, get these two
behind the yellow tape.

And if they as much as look back over their
shoulders lock their asses up for obstruction.

See how she was looking at me?

It's called angry love, Danny.

Hey.

Look at this.

This must have blown clear
over here from the trailer.

Oranges.

You were right. It's
a local crew, for sure.

Still can't figure how your
uncle fits into all this.

I like the tattoo.

Did you design that yourself?

Nah, had it since I was probie.

Almost all of us got 'em.

I know, but I'm telling you Casey
had the means, and he had the access.

- What about motive?
- 31 million bucks?

- You need to be sure about this.
- I am sure.

I heard there's a suspect.

- Possibly.
- Fabulous job.

Just great, really.

We're looking at the fire
captain... Bob Casey and his men.

Potential red flag there.

We have to be very careful
taking down a firefighter.

Post-911, they're untouchable.

- I would recommend keeping our fingerprints...
- Ted, you're fired.

Go get 'em.

What are you doing here?

The Feds have nothing on
me, so they cut me loose.

Where you goin'?

Bob Casey and his men were the
ones that pulled off the heist.

- You're kidding me.
- No, I'm not.

That makes sense, though.

Look...

I just want to apologize.

What'd I tell you before?

I have to go.

I'm going with you.

- The hell you're coming with me.
- Hey, look, I know Bob Casey from the old days.

Believe me, you do not
want to do this alone.

This place looks great.

We've had a dozen
other inquiries already.

This is gonna be huge.

Look it, look it, look it.

What is this?

Steve would want this to be brief.

So I've only got
a few words to say.

Steve loved you all, and
he loved the Montecito.

And why not?

He got laid in practically
every room in this hotel.

Didn't see that one comin'.

Farewell, sweet prince.

At least I know where
you'll be sleeping tonight.

Uh, Mrs. Barrett will be receiving visitors
at the Montecito buffet on the lobby level.

You know how to bowl, don't you?

No, no.

That's just a little
beginner's luck.

You won this fair and square.

No, I want you to have it.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'll bet you $10, 000 you
can't throw another strike.

You just crossed the line.

Ah, here we go.

You didn't mean that
apology, did you?

- You just brought me up here to humiliate me.
- No, I didn't.

Your foot... crossed over the line.

It's a foul.

In the spirit of detente,
we'll count the strike.

But I might have to
owe you the $10, 000.

Danny boy.

Luke Kennedy.

You haven been here since
you were a little kid.

- I don't remember that.
- Yeah? Well, I do.

While you were doing Cannonballs in my
pool, your old man was giving me $2, 000

to forge the fire inspection papers
on a condo project over on Maryland.

What are you talking about?

It was the wild west back then.

Almost everybody
was into something.

Is that true?

Tell him, Luke.

Is that true?

Where's the money, Bob?

Okay.

I got $3 million.

Right here.

You two are welcome to it.

The rest is back at the
firehouse, but that's for my guys.

Take it easy, son.

We're just talking, right?

Let me get you fellas
a couple of beers

- while we figure this out.
- There's nothing else to talk...

Danny!

Get an ambulance in here!

We got two down at the location.

- Get an ambulance here now!
- Hey, look at me.

You stupid son of a bitch,
what were you thinking?

Hang in there. Come on.

Come on, hang in there.

What do you say, kid...

Are we even?

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