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(door creaks open)

You boys are gonna get yourself
quite a sunburn out here,

dressed like that.

DIXON:
Only had one pair of cuffs,

didn't want 'em
running off on me

while I was waiting for backup.

Knocked over a
filling station

just over the
Utah state line.

Were they armed?
Nope.

Smash and grab
from the register.

Arizona state police
lost 'em on 91,

put out a BOLO.

And you spotted 'em.

Yes, sir, I did.

Hmm.

Certainly wish you hadn't.

Three states.

If I want to put you boys away
here in Nevada,

I got to extradite you
from Utah and Arizona.

Lot of paperwork.

I hate paperwork.

So what do we do?

Shoot 'em.

If you won't, I will.

Give me that.

Out here...

nobody's gonna be the wiser.

'Course, we could just, uh...

make sure the money's returned
to the rightful owner

and send these boys
on their way.

It's probably easier
than digging three graves

out in this heat.

Probably.

We gonna have
an understanding

that if you're ever caught in
my state again making trouble,

you're not gonna leave it alive?

Yes, sir.

Uncuff 'em.

Now, get out of here.

You had 'em going there
for a minute.

Ah, it's easier
to scare 'em

than it is
to jail 'em.

Sometimes there's a difference
between law and justice.

I'd have been fine doing
all that paperwork, though.

Well, why didn't you say so?

Dr. Safran, wait.

There's a patient

with an emergency.

I told her you were heading out
for your lunch break.

Can you fix it?

Come on. You'll be
good as new in no time.

Thank you.

You go ahead, Cheryl.
I'll take it from here.

No need for us
both to miss lunch.

So thank goodness it was
just a dress rehearsal--

for the fan dance.

Those feathers make it
impossible to see,

so when Darlene stepped
upstage instead of downstage,

well, that's
when it happened.

Deep breath.

And again.

Do you mind the radio?

("Money" by Barrett Strong
begins playing)

* The best things
in life are free *

Yeah!

* But you can give them
to the birds and bees *

* I need money
* That's... what I want *

* That's what I want

* That's... what I want *

* That's what I want

* That's... what I want *

* That's what I want

* That's what I want... *

Frank, if you're sick,
you should go home.

I'm okay, Miss Rizzo.

It's just the pastrami.
It better be.

Because if you end up
with the flu and I end up

with half a count room
tomorrow, you're fired.

Who's in charge here?

I am.

Marty Gilson,
Gaming Control Board.

Mayor signed a new city
ordinance this morning,

authorizing a Gaming Control
auditor in every count room

on the Strip.
I'll need to examine

any and all records pertaining
to the Savoy's gaming business.

Then I suggest
you get a warrant.
Well, I suggest

you read the ordinance.
I don't need a warrant.

Gaming is not a right
in this state;

it's a privilege.

And that is an open container.

I got it.

Gonna have to
cite you, friend.

Nevada Revised Gaming
Statute 463B

clearly states
no open containers

in the working area.

Now, that is good work.

BORELLI:
Real good.
Best I've ever seen,

except for the paint job.

There could be
thousands of fakes

running through the cage
right this minute.

What are we supposed to do?

Drop every chip
in the joint in bicarb?

Only one guy in town I know who
could even come close to this

is a crossroader
named Jackie Sullivan.

The slot cheat?

Recently,
Sully's diversified.

If he's not behind this,

my money says he knows who is.

Find him. Now...

how long do the
mayor's eyeshades

plan on hanging around
my count room?

For the foreseeable future,
it seems.

That's gonna cause a lot
of problems back home.

Big ones.

I got Red on a plane
to Chicago right now

to explain it to Angelo.

If we don't get
the mayor off our backs

and his thugs
out of my count room,

it could be the end of
everything we've worked for.

I mean, who gives a damn
about some fake chips

if there's no more casino?

(elevator bell dings)

Heading out?

I have some business
to take care of.

We were supposed
to have lunch.

I'm sorry.

Me, too.

You know what?

Forget about lunch.

I'll make it up to you.

Dinner at any
restaurant in town.

And you're absolutely sure that
something else won't come up?

I made an art form of dining
alone in Chicago, Vincent.

You said it would be
different here.

Look, I told you
I have business.

I'll see you tonight.

Dr. Safran?

Hello?

Is anybody there?

Dr. Safran?

Hello?

Anybody?

No.
JACK:
All right.

Thank you for
your help.

Hygienist says
she didn't see

anything suspicious
before she left for lunch.

And, uh, the ex-wife's
on her way.

What's that?

It's a knife.

On it.

Looks like gold.

As in, gold fillings?

(sighs)

Could be.

Don't know.

What do you got?

Found this in his office.

Turns out Dr. Safran here
was quite the gambler.

Guess his luck ran out.

Howard.

VICKY:
For years I thought

those hushed phone calls meant
he was having an affair.

Then I realized
Howard could never

love a woman the way he did
a three-team parlay.

Last straw was when
he lost what was left

of our son's college fund

on the LSU/Texas A&M game.

That's when I filed for divorce.

You mean it's not final?

No.

We're halfway through
the state waiting period.

Three more weeks.

Guess that doesn't matter now.

Howard have a will?

Not that I know of.

JACK: You know, as
his next of kin,

you stand to inherit
twice as much

as you'd get in
the divorce.

All of nothing's
no more than half.

Howard was broke.

What about gold?

He keep much in stock?

Not enough worth
killing him over.

Maybe $100 worth.

We found this in
Howard's desk.

It looks like a record
of bets he placed.

Seems he owed his bookie
almost $40,000.

That much?

Did you ever hear Howard mention
anyone by the name of Pollack?

Pollack? Mmm... no. Why?

Well, it's what he
calls his bookie

here in his notes.

See that?

Pollack.

Maybe he meant...
you know...

an actual Polish person?

God bless Howard, the man
couldn't spell to save his life.

Mayor Bennett.

I'm in the middle
of a meeting.

You'll have to make an
appointment with my secretary.

See, that's funny.
I thought I already had one.

Written on that little
memo line on the check

that my casino wrote out
to your reelection campaign?

Sir, you heard the man.
Five-figure check?

What, have you gone
soft in the head?

That would explain
all these

crazy new
count room regulations.

I'm sure you can understand.

The city and state tax people
have to be certain

they're receiving
an honest count.

A month ago,

you were walking
hand-in-hand down the aisle

with every casino in town.

Now, all of sudden,
you've got the Gestapo in here?

I don't get it.

Mr. Savino...

I serve at the pleasure of
the people of Las Vegas.

And a lot of those people
aren't too pleased

with the way you and your kind
conduct business around here.

My kind?

You mean honest,
tax-paying citizens?

If you'd like to discuss
this at length,

I encourage you to make an
appointment with my secretary.

You are going to regret this.

Mark my words.

Mr. Savino, you just threatened
a public official.

That's a Class C felony.

Someday, Bennett...

when you're looking back

and wondering where
it all went wrong,

it was right here, right now.

SAVINO:
We got to get Bennett out
of office, and this guy in.

Guy's name is George Grady.

He's the no-name running
for mayor against Bennett.

Get me everything there
is to know about him.

Find him and
bring him to me.

Bennett refused
to play ball, huh?

We got to get him
out of the game.

But we're running
out of time.

There's a debate
in two days,

and they're going to
put it on television.

We got to find
Grady before then

and whip him into shape.

Uh, about the other thing...

You found Sully.
Yeah.

Where is he?
He's in the men's room.

(muffled shouting)

(gasping, coughing)
How about now?

You sure you don't know anything
about any bogus chips? Huh?

I swear to God!

Oh, Sully, Sully.

You really want to add blasphemy
to your list of crimes?

He ain't talking.

I'm surprised.
You're a smart guy.

You name any country
in the world,

he'll make you bad bills so good

it'll make the real stuff
look fake by comparison.

He's a real artist.

So I suggest you start
painting us a picture.

I want to know everything
you know about these fake chips.

I'm telling you,
if I could make chips this good,

I'd be doing it all over town.

Not here, but...

I'm sorry.

I got nothing.

Throw some cold
water in his face.

See if that jogs
his memory.

(yells, gurgles)

(phone ringing)

Have a seat.

I've been trying
to get this name right,

and I just can't
for the life of me.

James... Wisniewski?

Aka Jimmy the Pollack.

You've got quite a
record here, James.

It's like reading War and Peace.

You bring me in
to talk literature?

Sure.

In fact, I got a story for you.

Guy meets bookie,

guy can't pay debt to bookie,

bookie kills guy.

Sheriff, that's a fairy tale.

A bookie kills a guy
who owed him money?

That's just bad business.

So you're saying
you didn't kill Howard Safran?

No, I didn't kill him.

And he didn't owe me money.

Not anymore.

He paid off his debt
last Tuesday.

All 37-4.

Howard gave you $37,400?

Cash?

Yeah. I was surprised, too.

The guy couldn't even make
his payments till last week.

Guess he came
into some money.

Got a minute?
RALPH: Yeah.

I've been going
over Howard Safran's books,

and I found something
a little strange.

What? He had a cash surplus
of 37 grand?

No, but he had certain
regular monthly expenses.

All pretty much
what you'd expect,

but there was one thing
I couldn't figure out.

Every month, Howard wrote
a check for $165

to Oakgrove
Property Rental.

Different address
from his office.

Maybe his ex-wife is wrong.

Maybe he was keeping a girl
on the side.

Mr. Grady, Vincent Savino.

Nice place you've got here,
Mr. Savino, top-notch.

Are you a gambler, Mr. Grady?

Me? No.

My business keeps me busy.

Dry-cleaning out on East Bonanza
and Charleston.

You ought to come in sometime.

I drove by it,

saw a couple of your campaign
posters in the window.

Just about the only
ones I've seen in town.

Well, posters are expensive.

I'm putting every penny
I can into this, uh...

election.

SAVINO:
You're eight points behind.

Now, don't get me wrong.

An unknown challenger
against an incumbent mayor,

most cities in this country,

you'd be down 20,
30 points by now.

Any idea why that is?

Bennett's gotten too
big for his breeches.

Menus.

You-you don't buy supplies
from his cronies,

you get inspectors checking
out your sewer lines

for violations.

People are fed up.

Damn right they are.

When Bennett was first elected,

25,000 people lived in Vegas.

Over the past eight years,
that number's nearly tripled.

Dreamers, outsiders
moving here in droves,

guys like you and me.

Now, Bennett,
he's not one of us.

He and his cronies, they'd tar

and feather us
and run us out of town

if it was still allowed.

But there's more
of us now than them.

Yes, sir, there are.

The good news is
you can get their attention.

Turn the whole thing
in your favor with the debate.

The key is television.

Now, more people
are gonna see you on that night

than in the entire campaign
put together.

You come out on top,
you could turn this race around.

I like my chances.

I like them better with my help.

Bennett's part of the past
of this town.

You want to be part
of its future,

then you need me.

And you need me.

SAVINO: You cold?
LAURA: No.

Could've fooled me.

You barely said a
word at dinner.

I'm just not all that interested
in idle chitchat.

You know, I'm sorry about today.

You and I being
together all the time,

it's gonna take a
while to adjust.

But you said
it would be different,

that there would be no secrets.

If all you want is a lovely wife
on your arm,

I'm sure there are plenty
of silent, fawning girls

around here who would jump
at the opportunity.

I'm not interested
in those girls.

I should go back
to Chicago.

Oh, come on,
honey, please.

You and the kids,

I-I'm used to protecting you,

sheltering you from my life,
from my business.

You think, if I wanted
a sheltered life,

I would've married you?

You really want to know
what's going on?

If I can't figure a way
to get Bennett out of office,

I could lose the Savoy.

As long as his auditors
are in my count room,

I can't get the skim back home.

If he wins this next election,
it'll be even worse.

The papers say Grady's
only eight points back.

Well, we're running
out of time.

Our best shot is this
debate in a couple of days.

But I've met the guy.

He's gonna need all the
help we can muster.

Well, there's always a way.

You just have to find it
or buy it.

That's what my father said
is the Cook County way.

Yeah, but this
ain't Chicago.

There's no precinct captains
to strong-arm.

There's no county commissioner
like your father.

I was reading about
the Las Vegas Coalition

of Women Voters.

They're hosting
an event tomorrow night.

Figured I might go if I
find myself dining alone again.

The article said that,
as a group,

women did not vote for Bennett
in the last election.

So, theoretically,

their votes are up
for grabs.

Get them to turn
out for Grady.

That's smart.

Worked for Kennedy
in the primaries.

Believe me,
Grady's no Kennedy.

(chuckles)
There's always a way.

Doesn't look like a love nest.

Guess we're late
to the party.

Yep.

Find something?

Howard wasn't making fake teeth.

He was making fake chips.

Reckon he bit off more
than he could chew.

I guess this explains
the gold found on Howard's hands

the night he was killed.
Yep.

Not to mention how he
managed to pay his bookie.

Who knows how many chips he
made before he got knocked off.

Enough to get him in trouble.

You think Savino caught him

trying to pass fake Savoy chips?

That's what I'm gonna ask him.

Great. I'll go with you.
Nope.

You stay here.
I need you to log that evidence.

Pop...

You said you were fine
doing paperwork.

You said that?

Oh, you're an idiot.

There he is.

Sheriff, Deputy.

You know, you boys ought
to consider using a telephone

once in a while.

We thought you'd want
to hear it in person.

Someone's been making
counterfeit Savoy chips.

You wouldn't happen
to know anything

about that, would you?

We've spotted a few fakes, yeah.

We're conducting our own
independent investigation.

You, uh, know who's behind it?

Local dentist, Howard Safran.

Unfortunately, he's dead.

(chuckles)
Unfortunately for him.

Not for me.

My problem is solved.

Uh, not quite,
Mr. Savino.

See, someone
cleaned out his lab,

took most of his supplies.

Whoever killed him
could be churning out

fake chips right as we speak.

Look,

this whole town runs
on trust, on the faith

that those chips
are as good as cash.

You start getting
too heavy with fakes,

you start to undermine
that faith.

It's bad.

So bad you'd kill to avoid it?

It's easier just
to change out the chips.

It's a pain in the ass
and a major expense,

but if things got bad enough,

that would solve
the problem.

But you'd want to stop it before
it got to that point, right?

Any help you could afford me
in that area

would be greatly appreciated.

Is this you asking me for help?

I think this
is what we would call

a mutual interest situation.

And I thought
I'd seen everything.

I do have another possible lead.

But you've got
to give me your word

you won't bust my chops.

Not you.

Just him.

(sighs)

Relax.

Mr. Savino tells me you're
the guy they talk to in town

about making counterfeit chips.

Is that right?

Vince, you brought the law?

Nah, he ain't like the real law.

Right, Lamb?

I'm law enough
to get you out of here.

But I don't know nothing.

Dr. Howard Safran--
that name ring a bell?

No. Who's he?

A local dentist
making bad chips.

A dentist?

Do you know him?
No.

But there's this thing
I heard about

out of Monte Carlo.

Guys making fake chips
out of dental cement.

Real good stuff,
they say.

Has the right feel,
weight, everything.

You don't see it done much
in the U.S.,

'cause you need a license
to buy that stuff here.

GRADY:
I want to thank you all

for sticking around
until the end to hear

my most important position.

Now, I know this goes
against popular opinion,

but I cannot be swayed on this.

Salt is clearly more effective
on red wine stains

than club soda.

(laughter)

What the hell happened
to Grady?

That suit
he's got on costs more

than he has in
his campaign fund.

How's he paying for this?

That's a very
good question.

Sorry I'm late.
Oh.

Who is that
with Savino?

It's his wife.
His wife?

Yeah.

How'd Grady do?

Well, see
for yourself.

All these ladies
didn't stick around

after the speeches
just for

the punch
and cookies.
(chuckles)

You always had a way
of looking at a man

and seeing his potential.

I'm afraid
getting him

ready for the debate
won't be easy.

We can coach him on

his opening remarks,
but locking horns

with Bennett
on live television?

It's anybody's guess.

What's with you?

Oh, just enjoying the fresh air.

Feels good to be out
in the field for a change,

not at the station,
trapped under

a mountain of paperwork.

Don't get used to it.

You sure we got
the right place?

Owner confirmed this is
the only place around here

to buy professional-grade
dental cement.

Next closest source
is in Carson City.

Said if he was gone,

the night watchman
would let us in.

He ain't letting us in now.

Grab that door.

(flashbulbs click,
siren wails)

(indistinct crowd chatter)

Some days,
I really miss the ranch.

Owner says the only
thing missing is

an industrial-sized case
of dental cement.

That makes sense.

Killer knew the molds
he stole from Howard

were useless
without that stuff.

'Cause he clearly
didn't have a license

to purchase
medical-grade product,

he kills to get it.

DIXON:
Great. Now we've
narrowed it down

to someone who
isn't a dentist.

Let's narrow it down
a little bit more.

Who knew Howard
was kiting chips?

Not many people.

He wouldn't be
advertising it.

Whoever killed him knew
what he was up to.

Could be he had a partner.

I can go talk to Mia Rizzo,
maybe check their records

and see who was working

at the time the
fake chip was spotted.

That's a shock;

you volunteering
to work with Miss Rizzo.

What?

MAN:
Get out of the truck!

Please, don't shoot.

Just shut up and get down.
Let's go.

Come on.

Put a little hop
in the step, cowboy.

I got kids.

And I got
hemorrhoids,

but you don't hear me
complaining about 'em, right?

Yep. We got the right truck.

Nice.

Okay, you got what you wanted.
Just let me go.

Do I look like a guy
who's about to kill someone?

I'm chewing gum
for God sakes.

Look, for the
inconvenience.

Now, get the hell
out of here.

What do we got?

We got to hit all
the dame hangouts:

nursing schools,
beauty parlors,
secretarial pools.

You know, some days,

it's a pleasure
coming to work.

(R & B music playing on radio)

Whoo. Thank you.

He certainly is
handsome, isn't he?

He certainly is.

It'd be a shame if people
don't vote for him

just because
he's Catholic.

Yes, it would.

But somehow, I don't think
it'll be a problem.

These days, how you look
matters more than who you are,

and I think Kennedy looks
to be our next president.

You think it's
that simple?

Well, I also happen
to know he has some

very influential friends
in the great state of Illinois.

(chuckles)
Well, that certainly can't hurt.

I'm Laura.

Katherine. Pleasure.

Likewise.

How you doing?

Compliments of George Grady,
running for Las Vegas mayor.

Use your brand-new TV here

to watch him mop up Bennett
in the debates, okay?

* The tears I cried for you
could fill an ocean *

* But you don't care...

JACK:
We know Howard paid his bookie
$37,400 last Tuesday.

So I figure we start
on that date, work backwards,

looking for transactions
in that amount, right?

But who's to say he cashed in
all those chips at once?

Or only that much?

There's no way to know.

We could be here
all night.

Worse things
have happened.

So, uh...

how long you been interested
in hydroelectric power?

Excuse me?

Well, your little
field trip

to the Hoover Dam

with our esteemed
District Attorney Reynolds?

Figured, you know,
you must be

interested in
hydroelectricity,

'cause I can't think
of any other reason

you'd go out
with that guy.

Jerry Reynolds simply offered
to show me around town,

and I accepted.

"Jerry." Isn't that the
name of a cartoon mouse?

He seems perfectly nice to me.

Not that it's any
of your business.

And as far as I know,

his brother
didn't beat up my father

and throw him in jail.

So that's one thing
he has going for him.

It's the only thing.

(door opens)

SAVINO:
Sheriff.

There's been
another murder.

Counterfeiter killed
a security guard.

At a casino?

Medical supply wholesaler.

And while he was at it,
our guy, he stole enough

professional-grade
dental cement

to pave a highway
between here and LA.

You're going to be buried
in fakes before you know it.

It's like trying to find
a needle in a haystack.

This is impossible.

Look at these.

"$1,950.

$1,900. $1,950."

All around the
same amount,

all cashed in within
the same shift.

You add 'em up,
and you get, uh...

I don't know, just
under 40 grand.

Not exactly what Howard
owed his bookie,

but that's real close.

22 of these
transactions have

the same cashier
code, number 189.

And they add up to...

$37,400 exactly.

Did you just do all that
in your head?

Cashiers have
to file

paperwork with a name
and address

of all transactions over $2,000.
It's Savoy policy.

So Howard was being smart;

he didn't want to leave
a paper trail.

Jack, it's an internal policy.

There's no way
Howard would know.
Unless...

whoever was working
the window that day

was in on it with him.

Cashier 189. That's it.

MAN:
Bang! There it is right there.

(indistinct crowd chatter)

SAVINO:
You got no leads on this guy?

RALPH:
No.

If I were you,
I'd beef up my security.

I'm gonna switch out
the chips.

New chips.

Looks good.

RALPH:
Wait a minute.

Don't you think he'd know

that you'd eventually switch out
all the chips?

Probably.

Seems like he does
his homework. Why?

He steals enough cement
to make 100,000 fake chips,

but he knows there's no way
in hell that he's gonna be able

to cash them in
all in one fell swoop.

SAVINO:
Yeah, he's gonna have
to cash them in

a few grand at a time.

Doesn't make any sense.

Can't take them
to the cashier's window.

So there must be
some other reason

he'd want all those chips
at once.

Guy was dressed
in the same uniform,

came at the same time,
wheeled the same locked cart

in the vault as the
delivery guys always do.

Uniforms, carts,
you can get all that secondhand.

Then he pulled a gun.
He took those chips

from the cart,
replaced them with cash

and wheeled almost 500 grand
right out that door.

I want my hands on this guy!

I got to tell you, we have
no idea who this guy is.

No, but she might.

SAVINO:
Hey! You can't just
take her out of here!

I promise you, I can find
out who she's working with

a lot faster than you can.

Not a chance.

I want every cashier,
waitress, busboy, maid,

anyone who's ever
looked at that woman,

in my office
in five minutes.

You got two dead
bodies on you.

And if you cooperate,

the judge might
spare you the chair.

But, you know,
you're going to do hard time.

It just depends how much.

I didn't do anything.

I was working when
the robbery happened.

You found me
at my window.

Uh-huh, the same window
you laundered chips from?

My job is to change out tokes.

Over 37 grand's worth?

At $1,900 a pop?

During one work shift?

All from Howard Safran?

I get a lawyer, right?

I thought the name Holly Edwards
sounded familiar.

It was in the dentist records
we were looking through.

She's a patient of Howard's.

Holly...

look at me.

And I want you
to listen,

and I want you
to listen good.

We got you paying out
fake chips in a casino

that has a fake chip problem.

And all the while,
you're a patient of a dentist

who got killed
for making fake chips.

It doesn't take
a genius.

So say

you're sorry...

and then say the truth.

Sorry.

You're halfway there.

Howard... was my dentist.

He had debt, I had debt.

We thought we could
help each other.

He'd make the chips,
and I would cash them.

Always under two grand.

Never any names
on the paper trail.

It was safe, easy.

Nobody gets hurt.

At least, that
was the plan.

Whose plan?

Jesse.

My boyfriend.

He said that it was
only a matter of time

before the casino
caught on to us,

so we... we needed a big,
one-time score.

So he figured out a way

to trade counterfeit chips
for cash

without having to go
through the cage.

Howard didn't want to do it.

He told Jesse no.

So Jesse killed Howard,
he took his molds,

and he started making chips
for the heist.

Is that the way
it happened?

(quietly):
Yes.

Jesse swore to me
that he wouldn't hurt Howard.

He swore.

But he did.

Did it ever occur to you
that you might be next?

Is this really necessary?

If you look shiny,
people watching at home

will think you're sweating.

And why would you be sweating

unless you're nervous,
untrustworthy, sickly?

Okay, okay.
Right.

That'll be all.

Thank you so much.

Casinos can't just take...

Sir?

Yeah?

Men don't wear makeup.

Hello.

Katherine.

What are you doing here?

I could ask you the same thing.

Well, I'm volunteering
for the Grady campaign.

You?

I work for the city.

Oh.

Not for Bennett, I hope.

No.

Grady's looking
especially mayoral these days.

Is that your doing?

Well, like I said, people only
see what you appear to be.

Well, if you volunteer for
his campaign, I can only assume

there's more to Grady
than meets the eye.

Oh, there is.

I'd be very interested in
learning more about him.

Well, why don't we go
to lunch this week?

I'll tell you
all you want to know.

That would be perfect.

SAVINO:
Hi, Jesse.

I'm surprised
you're so young.

I put the word out on the street
I was looking for Jesse Lynch,

they were just lining
up to roll over on you.

Usually takes longer to
make so many enemies.

That belongs to me.

Move.

(crickets chirping,
coyote howls in distance)

(Savino chuckles)

I told you I'd find him
before you, Sheriff.

You don't get points
for knocking down the calf.

You get points for roping him.

It's my gun
in his back.

And it's my rifle
aimed at your head.

Please don't let him
kill me.

Shut up!
Shut up!

All right, you
got your money.

You've been made whole.

Now hand him over

and be on your way.

Let me ask you
something, Lamb.

You got any mountain lions
up there on your ranch?

Got a few.

What if one of them came down

and started killing
your livestock?

Taking what was yours,
out of your house,

off of your son's plate.

You'd kill that lion,
wouldn't you?

I'd kill him dead
'cause the law says I can.

Ah, you don't care
about the law.

The first time
I ever set eyes on you,

you were knocking out half
the ground crew at McCarran.

And you weren't even
a sheriff yet.

I'd call that taking the law
into your own hands.

Which is exactly what you'd do
if you were in my position.

The only difference is
you hide behind that tin star!

But you know
as well as I do,

there's a difference
between the law...

(cocks gun)

...and justice.

But killing a man
for stealing your money

is not going to serve
either one.

So hand him over.

Or I'm taking you
downtown, too.

(uncocks gun)

Lynch.

He's all yours.

Fair enough.

MAN (over TV):
Tonight's debate is coming
to you live from...

Put this back
in the vault.

And good work spotting
those fake chips.

Thank you.

...starting with the incumbent,
Mayor Ted Bennett.

Old guy looks sick,

like he got
a fever or something.

Sweaty.

I'm trying to watch.

...and local business owner,
George Grady.

Mr. Grady,
your opening statement.

GRADY:
Ladies and gentlemen,

I, uh... want to thank

my opponent, Mayor Bennett,

for the fantastic job he's done
in his eight years in office.

Mayor Bennett's
an important part

of this city's past.

But this election
is about the future.

America was built by outsiders.

By people who came
from someplace else,

giving the best
of themselves

to make this the greatest nation
in the world.

And that's what I want to do
right here in Las Vegas.

I want to give the best
that I've got

to make this the greatest city
in the nation.

I hope you'll let me try.

Not bad.

It gets better.

MODERATOR:
Mayor Bennett?

BENNETT:
Thank you, Mr. Moderator.

I'd like to begin by

addressing Mr. Grady's points
one by one,

showing that, though his heart,

uh, might be
in the right place...

(groans)

Damn thing.

Guess timing's everything.

I'm sorry, Mr. Mayor.

I'm being told
we've lost the signal.

Excuse me?

The antenna's down.

Oh, for crying out loud,
how does that happen?

Technical difficulties?

"Technical difficulties."

Grady came out of the gate
pretty good.

Maybe he could've

held his own
against Bennett.

Why take a chance?

People always remember
the last thing they see.

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