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RALPH: Previously on Vegas...
But one of these days,
this city--

that you're supposed to
protect-- is gonna get run

by the Vincent Savinos
of this world,

and when it does?
Well, you have my card.

Agent Byrne, I was just coming
to congratulate you.

I couldn't have
done it without you.

Can I buy you a drink?

Uh, I don't suppose you'd care
to have dinner tonight with me?

BYRNE: Sheriff's Deputy dating
the Mob boss's daughter?

I don't think that could
ever be a problem.

I've been keeping
something from you.

Savino didn't kill
your father. I did.

I'm sorry.

I got something
you need to hear.

And why should I trust you?

Because I'm still
in love with you.

(lively swing music plays)

* As long as I'm singing

* There's a bell up in my brain
that's ringing *

* Making a crazy ding-dong...

Stop me if you've
heard this one before,

all right?

Chicago gangster
and a mining tycoon,

they walk into a casino...

It's no joke, Sheriff.

This is a legitimate enterprise.

With Porter Gainsley?

He's meaner than a rattlesnake,
if you cross him.

Don't tell me you're afraid of
that bolo-wearing lug.

Oh, no.

Rattlesnakes?
They fall prey all the time.

To hawks.

Weasels.

Oh, I get it.

Now I'm a weasel.

Don't matter.

I've taken out all kinds of
pests in my time.

Good luck.

* Singing my song...

You seen Gainsley?

He made an entrance a while ago.
I haven't seen him since.

You'd think
he'd stick around

after dumping all his dough
into the joint.

Yeah, well,
he's missing out.

The place looks great.

Hey, what did I say?

Lose the spurs
and the sawdust,

we've got ourselves
a money-maker here.

The problem is, we're not
getting any of the action.

Gainsley ties you to a chair
and now we're his errand boys.

Can't wait to hear what
Chicago says about this.

Hey, look, trust me.

A year or two down the line,
between cooking the books

and running inventory
out the back door,

Gainsley's gonna be
so deep in the red

we'll be the least
of his worries.

We have a problem.

(grunting)

Boss.

(waiter sobs in pain)

Gainsley!

What the hell is going on here?

We caught this waiter
wheeling a crate of liquor

across the street
to the Savoy.

Look.

I ordered inventory

for both casinos
in the same shipment.

He probably got confused.
GAINSLEY:
Mr. Savino,

I may be a touch naive when it
comes to the ways of casinos.

But I do know when somebody's
stealing from me.

(waiter yells)
Whoa! Hey, hey!

Hey, I told you,
it's not his fault.

He was following orders.

I'm gettin' real tired
of your yapping.

I been paying bills
for champagne

and chandeliers
for months now.

My lawyer's been looking
into your books.

He don't like what he sees.

This isn't like breeding
cattle for auction.

Those tables out there,

they'll yield a cash flow
like you've never seen before.

You'll get your investment
back, you trust me.

(groans)

It's gonna take more
than your promises...

to earn my trust.

We won't have any more problems.

You have my word.

When I took you to the diner,
I got a peck on the cheek.

Mm-hmm...
So tonight,

I figure I'll buy
you a steak.

(chuckles)
So food is the way
to my heart?

Based on what you did
to that turkey sandwich

at lunch today,
I'd say...

I like a woman
with an appetite.

YVONNE: Hmm.
DIXON: Hey, how 'bout
we go see a movie

and I just stop talking?

Yes!
Yeah?

Mm-hmm!
(laughs)

You know what?

Whoa.

Let's... skip the movie.

Are you sure?
I heard it's good.

Yeah. I'd rather see you

try to get yourself
a better kiss.

Well, that I can oblige.

(giggles)

* Sweet Mary Lou,
I'm so in love with you... *

(people conversing indistinctly)

What the hell is
going on here?

Agent Byrne's
new strategy.

He's using the threat
of tax evasion

to get the casino employees

to turn on their employers.

What's he trying to do?

Take down all of Vegas?

No, Savino is still
his Goliath.

He falls, they all fall.

Sheriff Lamb.

Uh... Leila.

An FBI agent just said
that I-I cheated on my taxes.

Said he would garnish my wages

if I didn't cooperate.

This is the first
I've heard of it.

I need that money.

I understand. I do.

And I'm gonna look into it.

Guess it's not enough
that he got Reynolds killed.

Now he's going
after working folk.

BYRNE: Ned Harris.
Craps dealer.

You own your house
on Canvasback Drive?

I do.

Mm. I wouldn't have thought
$30 a week

would get you into that
kind of ritzy neighborhood.

Well, I... I've been saving.

Oh, and you built yourself
a brand-new swimming pool.

How much did that run you?
A couple thousand?

Listen, Ned. You seem like
a perfectly nice fellow.

So let's not waste
each other's time here, okay?

We both know you make
more than $30 a week.

A lot more, right?

(sighs)

Well, maybe I could do better
reporting my cash tips.

I haven't even begun to start
looking into your life yet, Ned.

And when I do...

who knows what I'll find?

Please.

There must be something
I can do.

Well, there may be.

What do you say we get
your fingerprints taken,

and we'll take it from there?

My-my fingerprints?

Yeah, it's just a formality.
For our records.

Thank you.

Next!
* Groovy-doo me

(Yvonne laughs)
* Ooby, dooby

* Ooby, dooby, ooby, dooby...
Whoa, easy, pal.

(tires screech, horn honks)

(slurring):
That's a... beautiful car.

Excuse me.

Get ahold of yourself.

(retches)

Wayne!

WOMAN (sobbing):
My car!

Deputy Lamb!
DIXON (quietly):
Do I know him?

Um, Wayne Lasky.
He's City Treasurer.

Thank God you're here.
Arrest this drunk.

I'm afraid
I'm off duty, Mr. Lasky.

He's getting away!
Wayne, do something.

Deputy! Get this man
off the street,

or I will slash the sheriff's
department budget in half

faster than you can say
"cheap whiskey."

Rain check.

I know.

ROBERTS:
Neighbor found him
about an hour ago.

He's in the pool.

JACK: Sounds so refreshing
when you put it like that.

I know him.
He was down at the D.A.'s office

getting hassled by Byrne.

Guess that's one way
to get out of

paying your taxes.

HAZEL:
Ned was a typical bachelor.

Couldn't even boil water,

so I brought him some leftovers,

and that's when I found him.

Does he have a next of kin
we could contact?

Uh... a girlfriend, even?

It's more like girlfriends.

No, I rarely saw
the same one twice.

Maybe that was
part of his trouble.

Maybe one of those girlfriends
had a husband.

No.

No, he wouldn't do that.

Ned was a...
he was a good man.

Um, he, uh...

he w... he didn't settle down,
that's all.

Ma'am, why don't you
go on home?

If we have any more questions,
we'll come find you, all right?

Dan, take her home,
would you?

JACK:
So...

man works at the Savoy.
gets questioned

by the FBI,
next thing he's a floater.

You think someone at the Savoy
was trying to shut him up?

Hard to believe
a craps dealer

knows anything about
inside Mob operations.

Roberts, what do we know
about this guy?

Not much.

No next of kin.

I can't even find
an old Christmas card in there.

"Melville."

You don't see
that brand too often.

Pretty pricey, Melvilles.

He puffed a bunch of 'em.

Ashtray's full.

Maybe he was upset
about something.

Or whoever shot him was.

(elevator bell dings)

Harry.

Your shift started
an hour ago--

why aren't you
in uniform?

I, um...

I-I need... an-an advance

on my...
on my paycheck.

Right now.

You know I can't do that.

But if this is about
Agent Byrne or the FBI,

I assure you we'll help
you in any way we can.

I-I don't need your help.

I need ten grand.

Or-or 20.

(anxious breathing):
Make it 20.

Cash.

Harry...

whatever this is about...

(elevator bell dings)

Open it. Now.

Open it.

You make as much
as a peep, I'll shoot.

What do you want, Harry?
You-you send...

money up to the rooms
all the time, right?

For, uh, players?

It's done.

Okay, I want you
to do that for me.

Grab that phone,

call downstairs,
have them send

20 grand... up here.

I can do that.

But before I do...

make sure you realize
what you're doing

and who you're doing it to.

My advice:

walk away now...

while you still have a chance.

Call them.

(line rings)

MAN:
Count room.

Tony, this is Miss Rizzo.

I'm expecting the arrival

of a high-profile guest,
and I need you to send

$20,000 to suite 519.

No chips;
this is a cash player.

Do you understand?

Sure, Miss Rizzo,

but I am the only one here.

Everybody got called down
to the D.A.'s office.

It might take me a while
to put it together.

As soon as you can.

This is your first priority.

(anxious breathing)

It should be here momentarily.

Okay, I guess we just wait.

Look a them over there.

Who, Gainsley's band
of merry rednecks?

They've been posted
there since last night.

They're like monks.

They don't drink,
smoke or gamble.

What's the hell's
the point of living?

The point is long as they're
eyeballing us to death,

my plan to bleed him dry
comes to a halt.

Gainsley's lawyer's
got his nose

in our books,
so we make him go away.

Yeah, and then Gainsley comes
after us twice as hard.

You think Chicago wants another
bloodbath on their hands?

Find what you can
about this lawyer.

Maybe we can motivate him to
focus his attention elsewhere.

All right.

That man is guilty
of a truly heinous crime.

Like you've never had
a few too many?

I don't mean that.
He ruined our date.

So what do you say we catch
that movie tonight?

Dixon...

when you go to the theater,
where do you like to sit?

Tenth row, right in the middle.

Well...

I can't.

I have to sit in the balcony.

(door opens)

MAN:
Fern!

Fern!

George, what did you do, George?

I was celebrating
with Henry,

overdid it,

caused a little bit
of a scene. That's all.

Well, if that's true,
then why, why are you
all still holding him?

It's a little more
complicated than that, Miss.

George is gonna need
to be arraigned.

But today is
our wedding day.

Can't you let him off
with a warning?

Look at him.
He learned his lesson.

Excuse us.
I thought you were

gonna let him sleep it off
and turn him loose.

I was, but the Treasurer's
office already called today.

Twice.
So?

So, Lasky gave that T-bird
to his wife

for her birthday last night.
She hadn't even driven it

before George here upchucked
in the front seat.

Says he wants
to be there personally

when George is arraigned.

When will that be?
Monday, I guess.

Monday! Deputy, please,

don't make me
put this dress on twice.

So I looked up
the Social Security number that

Ned Harris had listed
on his work card.

Turns out he died in 1951.

Sounds like he had
one hell of an embalmer.

Or Ned wasn't Ned.

He's done a pretty good job
of wiping out his past.

Can't find a trace of him
before ten years ago.

Agent Byrne's been
fingerprinting

the people
he's been questioning.

Could be worth our while
to pay him a visit,

see what Ned's background report
turned up.

I was thinking I'd talk to Mia.

Find out if he had any trouble
with anybody at the Savoy.

Mia? You think
that's a good idea?

I'm cautiously optimistic.

So you want Ned Harris's
fingerprint reports, huh?

Technically, he's a John Doe,
not Ned Harris.

He got killed right after
you questioned him.

Between him and Reynolds,
you've been making

quite a mark in this town,
haven't you, Agent Byrne?

Your DA Reynolds
flew the coop once.

Who's to say he didn't
run a second time?

Well, it's kind
of hard to run,

when you're buried
six feet deep in the desert.

Excuse me.
I-I just came from work,

and they told me that
they won't pay me my wages

until I'm square with the IRS.

Well, ma'am, if you help us,
we'll help you.

Byrne, she's a widow
with a baby.

Please give her
what she earned.

It's out of my hands, Sheriff.

Unreported income is subject
to fines and imprisonment.

Sounds like
coercion to me.

I'm just following
the letter of the law.

Please, I...
I do turndown service.

I put mints on pillows.
I have no information.

Then I'm afraid I can't
help you, ma'am. I'm sorry.

Here, here.

KATHERINE:
This is too far.

Whatever good
his investigation might do,

it's not worth the risk.

That's good to hear,
coming from you.

I'm sorry if it seems
like I haven't been
in your corner lately.

Sweet Katherine,
you're always welcome back.

(horn beeps)

Hey, Stan.

It's the green sedan

and the one behind it.

Come on.

Ralph, are those FBI cars

you're having towed?

They're illegally parked.

They're a safety hazard.

(chuckles)

Just following the letter
of the law.

Mm-hmm.

(knocking on door)

There's your money.

Make-Make sure.

Who is it?

It's Jack.
Count room said
you'd be up here.

I can't talk right now.

Please, Mia.

I wouldn't bother you
if it wasn't important.

Get rid of him.
You have one minute.

Hi.

What is it?

Uh, it's about one
of your employees,

Ned Harris.
You know him?

No.

Are you sure? 'Cause he's been

a dealer here
for-for months.

I'm sure.

I thought I could come to you
with something like this.

Uh, we just found the guy
shot dead in his pool.

I don't have time to do
your police work for you, Jack.

So, if that's all...

I really thought we were in a
better place than this but...

guess I was mistaken.

And I can't come
to the show tonight.

Something's come up.

(gasps)

Drop it! Drop it now!

Drop it! Drop it!

Drop it-- now!

Drop the gun.

All right.
Put it on the floor,

slide it over here

and close that door.

Close the door.

Take it easy.

And I'm gonna need
your handcuffs, Deputy.

Now.

Should've known better
than to trust you.

What, you think you were
gonna get away with that?

Calling the cops?
No. I didn't think

I would get away with it.

That's why I didn't call him.

Then how the hell did he know
we were in here?

Ask him.
Look, I just come up here
looking for her.

The guy in the count room
said she was here.

He also said he'd
be up shortly, so...

You better hope so.

You okay?

I could think of better ways
to spend my morning.

Did I say
that you could talk?!

Nobody says anything

until my money is here,
understood?

There's nothing today.

There's not one judge
in this whole courthouse

who can hear this case today?

The felony judges are busy
with actual crimes,

and the only judge who handles
misdemeanors

in Clark County is on vacation.

Could you bring in someone
from Jefferson County?

I have a lot of filing to do.

We tried.

That's it?

"We tried"?

What about
George and Fern?

Hey, we did all we could.

I can't change the rules.

Right.

Rules are rules.

Might as well just give up.

Hey, what else
do you want me to do?

Nothing.

I guess that's just
the way things are.

Towing my agents' cars
while they're having lunch.

It's good to see

that you're keeping the streets
of Vegas safe.

Why don't you talk to Williams
down at Impound?

I hear he gives a discount
to government employees.

(chuckles)

Now you didn't go and do
my taxes for me, did you?

No. I ran Ned Harris's prints
like you asked

and got you an actual lead
on your case.

You're welcome,
Sheriff.

Ned Harris, born in 1921,
real name Gary Spiegler.

Uh-huh.

Half-owner of Spiegler
and Hauser's Men's Clothing

in Philadelphia.

The factory burned down
12 years ago, killing
one employee.

And that's how you go from
haberdashery to homicide.

Case never made it
to court

because he and his partner
Hauser jumped bail.

So, with a secret like that,

it makes sense why
Ned would a lone wolf.

Could be that family of that
fire victim caught up with him.

Or his partner
with the hot feet.

That neighbor
who brought him dinner,

she seems like the only one
who knew him.

It might be worth
talking to again.

I'm a bachelor.

How come
nobody brings me dinner?

Okay.

Go play the ponies, kid.

Ah-ah-ah!

That's cheating.

Funny thing
about these traps.

You know they're there,

and yet you walk right
into 'em anyway.

Do I know you?

Vincent Savino.

And you're Milton Krill,
the eager-beaver lawyer

who looks after Porter
Gainsley's money for him.

Look, I... I can't discuss
Mr. Gainsley's finances

when he's not
present, so...
Okay.

Then let's talk about yours.

You're into Joey Buccone
for 50 grand.

But what's your game?

With a face like that,
I know it can't be poker.

I'm g... I'm gonna pay back that
debt as soon as I can...

It's paid.

You're square with Joey.

But now you owe me.

So I'm gonna need you to back
off from Mr. Gainsley's books.

And with a business like this,
there's miscellaneous overhead,

inventory goes missing--
you understand.

I do, but I'm not your problem,
Mr. Savino.

Gainsley, he's got an eye
on every penny.

He goes over his books
two or three times a month.

You mean to tell me the man
who owns every bauxite mine

from here to Reno
is that much of a tightwad?

The mines are his trouble.

The cave-in that happened
three years ago,

that wiped him out.

He hasn't recovered
from that.

29 people died.

Gainsley's entire fortune
was diverted off

to compensate the families.

So he's out of cash.

It's worse than that.

The Tumbleweed is
the last hope he has.

2:30 to O'Hare.

4:00 p.m. to Grand Junction--
and what else?

I need every other flight
out of McCarran today.

What do you mean those
are the only two?

Where's the money?

My count room is short staffed.

I can call back,
if you like.
No.

It's too suspicious.

We wait.

What's the procedure

when he comes up here
to drop off the money?

What do you mean?
The money--

what do you have to do
when he gets here?

I have to sign for it.

Okay, so you'll...

answer the door, and you
will stay right there.

And if anyone tries
anything funny,

I will shoot.

Do you understand me?

Hey, guess a guy'll
do anything

to get close to you, huh?

Never a dull moment
between us.

My husband was beside himself
when he got the news about Ned.

They go way back.

Uh, do you know exactly
how far back, ma'am?

We're having a little
trouble finding out

any details of Ned's
life before 1950.

That's about when they met.

They both moved to Vegas
about ten years ago.

And you didn't know
your husband before then?

No.

And you've never met anyone,

or seen anything

from his life before then?

Not even a photograph?

I'm sorry, what exactly
does our personal life

have to do with Ned's death?

Uh, maybe we ought to speak

with your husband directly.

Well, he's at work.

Um, he's at the Savoy.

I asked him not
to go in today.

I don't think he slept
a wink last night

after finding out about Ned.

Harry and Ned were
like brothers.

They even dressed alike.

(grunts)

Um, ma'am, this might sound
like an odd request,

but would you mind if we took
a look at your husband's closet?

"Spiegler & Hauser."

What are the chances that two
neighbors who've been in Vegas

for ten years happen to
like the same out-of-business

clothes store
from Philadelphia?

Looks like we found
Arthur Hauser.

Melville.

You know, I never
tried one of those.

Oh, now you want a smoke?

I'm not uncuffing you,

Deputy-- I wasn't
born yesterday.

(knocking on door)

JACK: What's the
big plan, Harry?

You got to uncuff us

if she's gonna
get the door.

Miss Rizzo?
It's Tony.

(key jingling in door)

He has a key?

There's a couple masters

in the count room.

Get the money
and get rid of him.

Miss Rizzo?

Yes, Tony, leave it
at the door and you can go.

Oh, I don't mind
bringing it in.

Sorry.

I didn't realize there
was somebody here.

I took a lot longer
than expected.

I'll just set it
here on the chair.

Is everything okay, Miss Rizzo?
I said go.

I'll be down in
a minute to sign off.

Okay.

If you're sure.

Don't move.
Tony, just do
what he says.

JACK: Harry...
MIA: It's gonna be okay,
Tony.

JACK: Harry,
we can work this out.

MIA: Tony!
(both grunting)

(gunshot)

(Mia screams)

MIA:
It's gonna be okay.

Miss Rizzo...
Tony,

don't talk.

Just keep breathing.

We're gonna get you help.

What do we do?

HARRY:
Hazel, just pack a bag

and meet me
in an hour off of Route 9,

where-where
we got engaged.

Right, right by where...
where we had the picnic.

H-Hazel, who are
you gonna believe?

Them or me?

Just... just...

I-I'll ex-explain
everything.

Just-just meet me there.

JACK:
This man is losing

a lot of blood, Harry;
if we don't get help,

he is not gonna make it.

What's his problem, hmm?

Why didn't he leave

when you told him?
He's new here.

Maybe he didn't know any better.

Well, he should know
better than to run.

I didn't want to shoot him.

Just like you didn't want
to shoot Ned Harris.

All right, just shut up.

I need to, uh...

I need to think.

Well, think about this.

One more dead body isn't gonna

solve any of your
problems, Harry.

No? Maybe three more will.

You're not
gonna do that.

I look at you,
I don't see a killer.

I see a man
who loves his wife.

Who just wants
a fresh start.

Yeah, I didn't need
a fresh start.

Ten years... I've been here.

I had it all worked out.

Then Ned gets yanked in
by the Feds.

They take his prints, he figures
it's just a matter of time

before they found out
who he is.

Who we both really are.

"So let's run," I said,
"let's run."

But no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

He panics.

He was gonna rat you out.

Hell, yeah, he was.
Yeah, but we're not.

Nobody needs to know
anything, Harry.

You could walk
out that door.

We get some help
for this boy.

Everything will work
out just fine.

Stop acting like
you're my friend.

We're not friends.

You're the cop.

I'm the guy with the gun!

Harry, if I figured it out,

it means the sheriff has, too.

Did your wife say he'd been by?

Yeah.

It means they're
looking for you.

MIA: And when Tony
here doesn't get

back to that count room,
there will be

men coming up here
looking for that money.

You don't have time
to think, Harry.

Look, if you want
to get out of here,

I can help you with that.

But we got
to help Tony first.

Can we agree to that?

COTA:
So, Gainsley's mine caves in

and a judge orders him
to set aside a fund

to pay the families
of the victims.

SAVINO:
Yeah. A $3 million fund.

That's a lot of bread,
even for him.

Yeah, and it's all
gone. Only get this...

he never paid
the families.

He's been raiding the fund to
finance the Tumbleweed remodel.

No wonder he's sweating.

Judge gets wind of that before
he puts that money back...

He'd be so tied up in
legal red tape for months,

if they didn't put
him in prison first.

So we blackmail him.
No, no, no. No.
I got a better idea.

Look around.

I got dealers missing,
my count room's empty,

Mia's been gone
all day.

You think that's gonna help
get the Feds off our back?

Best way to get a dog
to drop a bone,

give him a steak.

Miss O'Connell, Sheriff.

What can I do for you?

The name Harry French
mean anything to you?

I believe he's one
of our dealers. What about him?

We want him for the murder
of Ned Harris.

Ned Harris got murdered?

First I'm hearing about it.

Really? My brother's
been here all day.

I figured he's spoken
to you about it already.

I haven't seen him.
Why don't you pull Harry

off the floor.
He's not here.

He was a no-show.
Got a call
about a gunshot wound

in Suite 519.

Got a man down. Get in here.

SAVINO:
Lamb.

(siren wailing)
RALPH:
Can you

tell us anything?
Anything at all?

They, uh... they took the...
deputy's truck.

Miss Rizzo is with them.

Where were they headed?
Uh...

s-some, uh, picnic spot
off of...

Rural Route 9.

Great. Hey,
You stay out of this.

if he's got Mia...
I'll handle it!

Make a right at the fire road.
It's about a half mile up.

Get out.

Get out! Now!

What's going
on, Harry?
Just-just...

get in the truck.
I'll-I'll explain everything.

Sheriff says you're
wanted for murder.

He says Harry isn't
even your real name.
Hazel, I don't have the time

for this right now. Please
just-just get in the truck.

What happened to Ned?

N-Ned was gonna take away
everything we have.

And I wasn't gonna
let him do that, Hazel.

'Cause I love you. I'm doing
all of this for us, Hazel.

So please just-just
get in the truck.

(whimpers)

I can't.

Hazel, don't...

I'm sorry.

(shuddering breaths)

(indistinct radio chatter)

HARRY:
Y-You two,

get back in the truck.
What for, Harry?

Insurance.
Just take me.

I'm the deputy sheriff.

I'm-I'm the best
leverage you got,

and it'll be easier

to get out of town...

with just one hostage.

Leave Mia here.

JACK:
Come on now.
Think about it.

(panting)

You unlock her,

but then you give me
the keys right back.

HARRY:
Come on. Let's go.
Give me the keys.

Give me the keys.

All right, go. Go!

(doors shut)

(truck engine starts)

You know, Harry, uh...
I've had more than my fair share

of trying to outrun
your past. And, uh...

well, in my
experience it's...

it's better to start over.

With what?

Ned's gone... Hazel's gone.

I got nothing left.
Well,

I helped you before.

Maybe... maybe I could,
you know, help you again.

Right?
It's too late for that.

(tires screeching)

(grunting)

(choking)

(grunting)

(grunts)

You all right?

(panting)

Did you have to wreck
my damn truck?

I'll take that as a thank you.

Mia.

You all right?

You drove off
in that truck,

and I never thought
I'd see you again.

I'm right here.

(door opens)

DIXON:
Where's Uncle Jack?

He's down at the
hospital checking on
the kid that got shot.

Oh. Good.

What's going on with you?

Thought you'd
be with Yvonne by now.

Got too much work
going on around here.

(sighs)

What'd you do?

Nothing.

'Cause if I have to choose
between the two of you

you're not gonna
like how it goes, Romeo.

I'm not the problem.

It's everyone else
that's the problem.

Really?

How's that?

You ever sit in the balcony
at the Palace theater?

(sighs) No.
Can't say that I have.

She says we're
too different.

Say it's gonna be too
hard to be together.

She's right.

It would be too hard.

For a certain kind of man.

Question is,

what kind of man are you?

* Straighten up and fly right

* Straighten up
and fly right *

* Straighten up and fly right

* Cool down, poppa,
don't you blow your top *

* Straighten up and fly right

* Straighten up
and stay right *

* Straighten up and fly right

* Cool down, poppa

* Don't you blow your top

* Fly right.

BYRNE:
Everybody, listen up!

Sorry to break up
the party, folks,

but gambling in this casino
is hereby suspended.

On whose authority?

FBI.

Special Agent
Patrick Byrne.

And you must be Porter Gainsley.

It's a pleasure
to make your acquaintance, sir.

You gonna shut us down,
you better have a court order.

Right here.

Fraud? Where's
this coming from?

The FBI received
an anonymous tip

that this casino

is being financed with money

that was meant
for the families
of the victims

of a mining accident.

This is a violation
of my constitutional rights.

Well, you should try that one
in court, Mr. Gainsley.

Oh, you can bet on it.
We're gonna be suing

you for lost income.

Maybe you should
tell Mr. Gainsley

how the casino
business works.

Not everybody
walks away a winner.

Gentlemen.

Ah, this will
never stick.

I'm gonna get my
lawyers on it right away.

YVONNE:
What's happening?

My mother said you called about
an emergency at the station.

It is an emergency.
We can't start without you.

You're the maid of honor.

I'm the what?

Chaplain, just in time.

Happy couple
straight ahead.

Come on in.

What's going on?

Well, Yvonne,

I believe love does conquer all.

(laughs)

Start 'er up, Chaplain.

Dearly beloved, we are
gathered today in this

sheriff's station,

to witness the joining
of George and Fern

in holy matrimony.

Fern, do you

take take George
to be your husband?

There may be things
I can't change,

but I'm not giving up.

CHAPLAIN:
...and in health,
for richer...

I know when something's
worth fighting for.

CHAPLAIN:
...as long as you
both shall live?

I do.

And do you, George,

take Fern
to be your wife?

To love, honor
and cherish?

In sickness and in health,

for richer, for poorer,

for better,
for worse, forsaking

all others for as long
as you both shall live?

I do.

Then, by the power vested in
me by the state of Nevada,

I pronounce you man and wife.

(clapping)

BYRNE:
We should

have subpoenas for Gainsley's

financial records
by tomorrow morning.

Quite a night.
Yeah.

(chuckles)
Do you want to tell Lamb,

or should I?

Tell him what?

Tell him that my methods
of coercion yielded a tip

that shut that casino down.

As much as it might

surprise you, Agent Byrne,
I wouldn't be so sure

the tip was a result
of your shakedown.

(chuckles)

Well, something I need
to say to you.

I've sensed your disapproval

since I got back
in town.

The fact is,
I deserve it. I do.

I get carried away, and I...

I take things too far sometimes.

But I want
the same things you do.

Well, that may be true,
but I don't believe

in ruining people's lives
to get it.

Katherine, if my methods
have caused you to waver

in your support,
then I want to apologize

to you.

Listen, victory
in this town without...

without you by my side
is just gonna mean so much less.

So, I can do
things differently.

And I will.

If you give me the chance.

Fair enough.

LEILA:
Agent Byrne?

(cocks gun)

(gunshot)
(gasps)

Somebody help me!

Somebody help me, please!

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