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Previously on Vegas...
I know you're used
to running a casino,

but imagine running all this.

I'm looking to buy
a diamond ring.

Jack Lamb been bugging us.

Your boyfriend's gonna put us
all in prison.

Men like us have been keeping
peace in this valley

since the first wagon train
arrived.

Everything you've had
in this valley's

tapped out: mining,
ranching, water.

Sure, you got land.
We're the only people

who know what
to do with it.

Mr. Gainsley, you have
walked through this valley
for far too long,

thinking you're
above consequence,

but I will bring the full force
of the law down on you.

(gasps)

Katherine's car ran out
of brake fluid.

That's just like Mom.

Attorney general says
I'm not the sheriff anymore.

Whatever business between you
and Chicago is on these tapes...

it don't interest
me right now.

Nothing brings people together
like a common enemy.

(indistinct radio transmission)

Think Porter Gainsley's
behind this?

Could be.

I just got word
from the hospital--

Miss O'Connell's stable,

but she's still
not conscious.

I'm real sorry, Sheriff.

I'm not the sheriff anymore.

(sighs)

Stay.

Ah, I wish I could.

Mm.

Oh, shoot.
Housekeeping's coming later

and I'm a little light.

Oh, I got it covered.

What?

You're off your game.

(chuckles)

I've been up all night

thinking about this
deal with the sheriff.

You don't trust him.

I don't know.
These tapes that he's got

could put me and everyone
back home in a federal pen.

But if I help him
take down Gainsley,

those tapes are mine,
and back home never knows.

But they want me to keep
my hands in my pockets.

What do they care
about Gainsley?

Ah, they think
the good old boys out here

are gonna pull our gaming
license if we mess with him.

What they don't understand is
that Gainsley is gunning for us.

The Tumbleweed was
his first move.

Now we're next in line.

Vincent...

you know what you have to do.

Trust me,

you're coming out
of this on top.

What makes you so sure?

'Cause I only pick winners.

I hope you're right.

To the removal of impediments.

Before we get all
black and blue

slapping ourselves on the back,
Mr. Attorney General,

we may have neutered Savino
and Lamb,

but that's not the end
of our troubles.

Porter, the casino's burned down
and I took the sheriff's badge.

I'm not sure
how much more we can do.

It's not what we can do.
It's what you can do.

You can use your
influence to find issues

with every casino
in Vegas:

zoning infractions,
licensing violations.

We want you
to tie 'em
in red tape

until they're begging us
to bail 'em out.

Respectfully, after what you
just pulled

with Savino and Lamb,

getting more aggressive
now is a risk.

Catch your breath, take a beat,
work your ranch.

Oh, we're done with ranching.

After today we're gonna sell off
all our cattle interests.

The only real resource
in Clark County is neon.

And moving forward, those
casinos, they're gonna be run

by the sons of Nevada.
On our own.

Now that...
that is something
I can drink to.

(exhales sharply)

Hey. Hi. I was on my way
to work and thought I'd stop by.

Come in.
I want to talk to you.

Great. I want to talk, too.

Good. I'll go first.

What the hell were you thinking,

planting a bug
in Vincent's office?

Uh, I'm not sure
exactly what you're...

Don't deny it.

Don't lie to me.

Vincent found it
in his phone,

and he said the only way
it could have got there

was when you two
fought in his office.

Is he right?

Is he right?

Hell, yeah, he's right,
but it was to implicate him,

not you.
Do you think

my name doesn't come up
in Vincent's phone calls?

I help him run
a business.

And for anyone who
isn't in our business,

almost anything I do
sounds illegal!

With all respect,
the law doesn't care about you.

You're small potatoes.
Savino's the grand prize.

Wrong!

Everyone would go down.

Not you.

That was your plan, hmm?

You get Vincent, have me cut
some kind of a deal

so I could be home baking
biscuits,

waiting for you to get back
from the station?

Mia, I'm giving you
the opportunity to get out.

I don't want out. You never
seemed to understand that.

The only thing
I want out of now is us.

We're through.

Don't. Don't do this.

Jack,

it's over.

(door opens)

(door closes)

Katherine...

Oh, hell, I'm just gonna
come out and say it.

I'm gonna take care of this
Gainsley business

once and for all.

I'm here and I'm waiting
for you to wake up

and tell me I'm a damn fool.

You were good at that.

Put me in my place.

I miss it.

Should've told you that
a long time ago.

Suppose there's a lot of things
I should've told you.

(knocking)

The doctor says
there's no change.

Yeah, that's what I hear.

Uh, so you know,
I've contacted the governor

to get your badge back.

Better call Porter Gainsley
on that.

He's the one pulling
the strings.

I don't doubt it.

I can understand the impulse

of taking matters
into one's own hands,

but I advise
keeping a cool head.

The last thing this town needs
is a bloodbath.

Now, look at you.

Concerned about the welfare
of Las Vegas.

Well, somebody needs to be.

Seems like I'm the only real law
left in this town.

Let's make sure we understand
each other:

I help you kill
Porter Gainsley,

and in return,
all these tapes are mine.

Sounds about right.

Tapes you made from

an illegal bug
you put in my phone.

You want to talk
about breaking the law,

I think the horse
is already out of the barn.

Now, I have reason
to not like the man,

but for you to just hand
these tapes over to me,

why not just do it yourself?

I don't want my family involved.

And you seem to have experience

in getting rid of people
and not getting caught.

(chuckling):
All right, fair enough.

But to be clear,
I need to know,

when it's time
to pull the trigger,

that you have reason enough
to finish what we've started.

The son of a bitch
murdered my wife.

Is that reason enough for you?

(upbeat jazzy pop plays)

* Whip-poor-wills call,
evening is nigh *

* Hurry to my blue heaven

* Turn to the right

* There's a little white light

* Will lead you to my...

* My blue heaven

Business up?

Do you see people gambling?

Hundreds.

Then we're up.

It's sad
when you think about it.

About losing?

I don't see
any sad faces in here.

Yeah, 'cause they're crying
on the inside.

You know what people need?
A good laugh.

Takes the edge
off losing.

I'll pass that along to Vincent.

You can do better. Kick some
of those tidy profits my way.

Got a comedian
out of New York.

Smokes a pipe,
talks filthy.

Audiences love him, but
he doesn't come cheap.

You want me to spend money
on a dirty comic?

I want you to spend money
on some levity.

Me, them, you.

Hey, everything okay?

You seem a little down.

I'm fine.

You sure?

Let me cheer you up,
take you to lunch.

I eat lunch at my desk.
Not today you're not.

I got a 12:00
reservation at Emil's.

All the power players
are gonna be there.

A woman as beautiful
and as powerful as you
should be seen.

You never stop trying, do you?

Blame me?

JACK:
Where you going?

Hunting.

Mia just told me
Savino found the bug.

Now I can't find
the tapes anywhere.

You know where they are?

Yeah.
I'm sick and tired

of Savino
getting between me and Mia.

You give me those tapes,

and we'll nail his ass
to the wall.

Tapes are gone.

Gone? Gone where?

I gave them to Savino.

(car door shuts)

You gave Savino the tapes?

All the evidence
we have against him?

Yup.

Why the hell would you do that?

'Cause I needed
something to trade.

Trade? Trade for what?

To help me take down Gainsley.

You gave me hell for
getting involved with Mia

and now you're getting
into bed with the boss

of the Chicago outfit?

All along I've been thinking
our troubles are because

of those gangsters coming in
from Chicago and New York.

Well, I was wrong.

Our trouble's been
right here the whole time.

Look, I want Gainsley, too, but
what you got in mind is crazy.

Pure and simple.

Gainsley's just getting
warmed up.

You wear the badge.

You can't stop him.

So if I don't, who will?

I can't let you do this.

It's a suicide mission--
you know it.

What are you gonna do, Sheriff?

Arrest me?

(engine starts)

(cheering)

We need to talk.

I was thinking about
that bug on your phone.

Ah, don't worry about that.
I am worried.

There's evidence
on those tapes-- Jack said.

Oh, don't tell me you're
still hanging around

with that son of a bitch?

It's over, trust me.

For good this
time I hope?

Now, how many times
do I have to tell you?

Getting mixed up with the
Lambs can only end one way.

Bad.

Ah, I guess love is blind.

And deaf, too.

Well, I heard one thing
loud and clear.

Jack's got some evidence
on those tapes

implicating you
in some pretty serious...

He's got nothing.

I got the tapes.

How the hell
did you manage that?

Everything has a price.

And everyone...
including Ralph Lamb.

We made a deal.

You and Lamb?

Do you trust him?

No risk, no reward.

Like you said...

getting mixed up with those
Lambs can only end one way.

You ready to go?

I'm growing old, waiting on you.

(car horn beeps)

Hey!

I made a deal to work with you.

Just you-- not Frick and Frack.

They're my men.

They come with me.
No.

They get pinched,
they're gonna squeal

on me to save their bacon.

I'm going with him.

Vince, I don't
think that's a...
Just stay put

until you hear from me.

(engine starts)

Smells like manure in here.

Well, that's funny.

Didn't a minute ago.

(man shouts indistinctly)

(dog barks)

All right,
close it up.

Same make, same color
as the last three cars.

Gainsley does it to keep us
guessing which one he's in.

What'd you find out there?

Counting those guys,

there's eight men
guarding the perimeter.

All armed to the teeth.

And there's a crew out back
loading cattle.

Getting ready for
the big auction.

Storming the castle's
not the call here.

We slow-play this one.

No way we take Gainsley head-on.

I'm not talking about
taking him head-on.

He's gonna come to us.

Gainsley's got a thousand
head up for auction.

He's gonna show his face at
the inspection and make sure

the wheels are
greased, and that's

when we're gonna take him.

We're gonna hide
down there.

Around the hay bales
and the trucks.

We're gonna take our shots...

and then we're gonna slip
out during the commotion.

Sounds perfect.

So what's your problem?

I don't know.

I'm just wondering
if our little escapade here ends

with me catching lead
and you walking away a hero.

Well, that cuts both
ways, doesn't it?

Who's to say I don't take
a bullet and you just waltz

out of there with a
big story to tell?

Well, then, I guess we're just
gonna have to trust each other.

(laughs)

Ain't that a bitch?

Savino and Pop?

Well, I didn't see it coming,

but if that's what it
takes to kill Gainsley,

that's fine with me.

Since when is murdering
a man fine?

He killed my mother, Jack.

I want him dead.

I'd do it myself
if I had the chance.

I want Gainsley to pay for
Katherine and for your mom.

But if we let your dad
go through with this,

there's a good chance he
could end up dead, too.

And I don't think your dad's
gonna want to spend the rest

of his life locked up, so he's
gonna want to knock him off

and go unnoticed.

Now, if I'm him, I go after
Gainsley where I blend in.

Where I don't call
attention to myself.

They'd be stupid
to take a shot at him

where he lives--
he's too protected.

Right, so they're gonna
wait till he's exposed,

uh, someplace with a crowd.

Fremont Street?

Nah, it's too hard
not to be seen.

Plus Gainsley hates Fremont
even on a good day.

And good luck trying to
get him out there now.

He's gonna be on guard.

I don't know.

But if we don't crack this soon,

we may as well
start clearing a space

out by the big oak
for your dad's headstone.

Hey.

What's going on?

All I heard was something
about your dad and Savino?

Mm-hmm.

Jack says they're fixing
to take down Gainsley.

Together?

Mm-hmm.
That's crazy.

So, what are you gonna do?

I don't know.

Back to work.

(cocks gun)

Porter Gainsley!

Son, my quarrel ain't with you.

You killed my mother,
you son of a bitch!

(cocks gun)

Come on now,
put that rifle down.

Let's talk.

Porter!

(horse whinnies)

I got a dozen witnesses
who will vouch

it was Lamb and Savino there.

Cowboys and mobsters teaming up.
(laughs)

Suppose I've lived long enough
to see just about anything.

Call Reno.

Have extra hands sent down.

They want a war,

they got one.

Suppose it looked better
on the drawing board.

All the Xs and Os...

Look...

I know what I'm doing
doesn't make sense to you.

All I'm asking is that
you keep Dixon out of it.

Bit late for that.

Hell, I should be arresting him
for attempted murder

after what he did
at the cattle auction.

Well, you'd better hurry up.

Because how long
you think Gainsley's

gonna let you keep your badge?

Listen.

You want to go off with
Savino and play vigilante,

that's fine, but don't pretend
you're not dragging the rest

of us in the line of fire.

'Cause the second we
followed you off this ranch

and into the sheriff's station,

it stopped just being about you.

It became about us.

Just keep Dixon out of it.

How the hell does shooting
Gainsley fix anything?

Best case, he ends up dead
and you end up in jail.

You think that's
gonna fix anything?

What he did to your mom?

Make her roll over
in her grave is more like it.

Yvonne...

You're crazy if you think
I'm gonna stick around

and watch it happen.

(door opens and closes)

Sorry to interrupt.

It's fine.

I was just leaving.

Not sure I had any luck
knocking sense into your dad.

Hope Yvonne did better
with you.

I had him, Jack.

Right there, dead to rights.

I couldn't pull the trigger.

I wanted to, but...

I couldn't do it.

'Cause that's not
how I raised you.

Hope this meeting is
as important to me

as it is to you.

It is.

Since you're from upstate,
I just wanted you to know

that you're dealing with
some nasty players in Vegas.

I'm not worried about
a few Chicago gangsters.

I'm not talking
about Vincent Savino.

I'm talking about your pal...

Porter Gainsley.

Porter Gainsley is one

of the state's most
influential ranchers.

Yes, but we suspect him
of trying

to muscle his way
into town any way he can.

Surprised?

It's just another
ruthless businessman.

You planning on putting
them all in jail?

We're not looking into him

because of some
white-collar crime.

We suspect your friend
Porter Gainsley

of being involved in everything
from arson to murder, sir.

Well, you need more
than your suspicions...

dealing with somebody with
Gainsley's political clout.

(glass clanks)

That may very well be.

But when all this goes down,

the federal government
won't look very kindly

on the highest law enforcement
official in the state

getting caught
in Porter Gainsley's pocket.

If I were you, I'd think
about spreading my bets

across the table... sir.

I'm looking for Jack Lamb.

You found him.

William Dylan.

I've been appointed
Sheriff of Clark County.

We have orders to take you
into protective custody.

We believe you're in imminent
danger from Porter Gainsley.

These orders come from the
attorney general's office?

That's correct.

The same attorney general

who took my brother's badge?

We go for a
drive with you,

we don't come back.

We are authorized

to take you by force
if necessary.

(sighs)

You're welcome to try.

But I'm warning,

if you do,

the only way you and your boys
are leaving this building...

...is feet first.

Execute the orders.

BYRNE:
FBI! Stand down!

(murmuring)

I'm taking these men
into custody.

Which men?

Jack and Dixon Lamb.

By order
of the director of the FBI.

What the hell
are you doing?

I'm saving your life.

Let's go.

(laughing and whooping)

I just got to lay low
for a few days.

I'd ask where
you're going, but...

But then
you'll know something

you don't need to know.

Tell Mia to keep
an eye on the place.

I want to find a casino here
when the dust settles.

Just make sure
you come back.

You better get going.

(truck door opens, Savino sighs)

(truck door closes)

You running scared?

(laughs)
I thought we were
supposed to be

putting together a plan.
I got a plan.

Get out of town,
regroup, and strategize.

Gainsley's gonna be coming
at us hard and fast.

What happened
to taking him down?

Still gonna happen.

But after what I saw today,

whatever I'm doing,
I'm doing alone.

(tires screech)

(laughs)
Look at this.

The Johnny Fed Trio.

RALPH:
What the hell's going on?

New sheriff took over.

Wanted to take me
and Dixon for a ride,

but Byrne here stepped up

and bailed us out.

I think the best thing

is for you all to come with
me until things settle.

Until we can link this to
Gainsley and bring him in.

Might as well hang a neon
"Snitch" sign around my neck.

Wasn't it Gainsley
who pulled strings in D.C.

and got you your promotion?

See, this is the mess
I'm talking about.

You, your family, the feds...

I'm out.

We made a deal.
Oh, yeah?

Got any more
of those tapes I can burn?

I didn't think so.

(engine starts)
I didn't need 'em.

'Cause I'm a man of my word.

(tires screech)

Hey, Lamb!

I got news for you.

My word is gold!

The only reason I'm walking

is because you can't keep
a leash on your son!

I finally get
back upstairs,

and the pigeons are gone.

Oh, God.
There's not one pigeon
in the coop.

That's awful.
I know.

But on the bright side,
my uncle-- for some reason--

never asked me to look
after his pigeons again.

Oh, well...

Oh.
Oh...

Watch out there.

I think I had one too many
gimlets at lunch.

Well... wait till
I take you to Antonio's.

They got a Singapore Sling
that'll put you to sleep.

Antonio's?

Come on, we're having
fun, aren't we?

Let's have some more fun,
except at night this time.

It wouldn't be appropriate.

I know, you have
a boyfriend, but...

all due respect,

he doesn't seem to be
making you too happy.

It's not right.

You work for me, and...
Fire me.

Fire me.

I can find another job.

I can't find
another girl like you.

I haven't stopped thinking
about kissing you.

Not for a second.

And I'm not gonna stop

until I can do that again.

I never give up when I find
something that I want.

I always thought you and I
were the same that way.

Well...

if you were this persistent

when you were watching
your uncle's pigeons, you...

Oh, God.

That's Vincent's car.

Okay, we're here.

Now can you tell us
what the hell's going on?

You're a cowboy.
Hold your horses.

What's with all
the secrecy?

Just keep an open mind.

Vincent.

And you've brought company.

(timer dings)

So this is what
it's come to?

Working with a guy who
killed one of our deputies,

two jail guards,
an innocent woman...

Amongst others.

SAVINO:
Jack, look, two years ago,

a gangster named Johnny Barone
was living in a mansion

on Long Island's North Shore.

Surrounded on three sides

by ten-foot walls
with machine gun turrets.

On the fourth side was
the Long Island Sound,

which gets pretty rough
in the winter.

Johnny was found dead
in his bedroom.

Was that your handiwork?

Maybe.

Adding bodies to his résumé

hardly seals the deal for me,
Ralph.

Look.

Gainsley, he's coming
after us now, full bore.

And if this is what it takes

to get him before
he gets us, then...

That guy's the best
at what he does.

Why, thank you.

Raisin roundy?

After you.

I don't eat cookies.

I just like the smell.

COTA:
See, right there.

I think they're using a wire
to pull his lips up.

Why can't people love
each other, Wilbur?

Pretty sure this ain't real.

Nah, I taught my mare
a few words.

"Hello." "Howdy."

"Pretty bird."

You got a horse
that says "pretty bird"?

Unbelievable.

You were right.

I should've known I couldn't
keep you and Dixon out of this.

I'm sorry.

Why don't you...

get on out of here,
take him with you?

It'd take a herd of buffalo
to drag that boy out of here.

And as for me...

if you think for a minute

I'm gonna walk out
on my big brother

right before the storm comes...

then we must've been raised
in different homes.

Hell, you've pulled my fat
out of the fire so many times.

I don't know if we're gonna
make it out of this fire, Jack.

So we burn.

But we burn together.

If this is the road
you say we take...

you lead and I'll follow.

RALPH:
Gainsley's place

is about a quarter mile
that way,

through the scrub.

Understood.

Renoir needed his brush,
Mr. Lamb.

SAVINO:
Jones.

We'll see you
at the slaughterhouse.

Do your job.

(cocks gun)

Who's there?

Don't move.

Who the hell are you?

I'm the man sent by
Vincent Savino and Ralph Lamb

to kill Porter Gainsley.

My gun is
in my waistband,

but I hope to not use it,

because I work
for the highest bidder,

and from the looks
of this place,

I'd say that's your boss.

So...

how about he and I make a deal?

* It had to be you

* It had to be you

* I wandered around,
finally found *

* That somebody who

* Could make me be true...

Manhattan.

Right away, Miss Lena.

Better chance of finding
a whale in a kiddie pool.

This place is a ghost town.

Turns out a car bomb
can really clear out a room.

Go figure.

Hmm.

I broke up with Jack today.

Good for you.

Thought you'd be a bit more
philosophical than that.

I loved that man.

I still do.

Even better
that you ended it.

He's the law,
you work for the mob.

Where'd you think
that was headed?

Not here.

Trust me, you don't
want to make

the same mistake I did.

And what mistake was that?

Confusing Mr. Right
with Mr. Right Now.

That's what gets you hurt.

You fell in love
with a man

you know isn't
good for you.

But you broke it off.

So keep it broken.

* It had to be you...

What the hell
is taking him so long?

(owl hooting)

You wouldn't have a nail file,
would you?

(horse neighs in distance)

You, sir, have ten seconds

to tell me your story.

I don't like it, you die here

in my stable.

Well, perhaps we should discuss
remuneration first.

Five seconds.

We'll table it for now.

In short,

the plan was to take out
your security.

I would then fetch Mr. Lamb
and Mr. Savino

from your acreage

and tell them
you were without protection.

The former sheriff

very much wanted to place
the bullet in you himself.

(grunts)

He seems angry with you.

Something about his wife.

They're here now?

On the property?

Nothing gets by you.

I feel $20,000 is a fair price

for my efforts so far.

Now, how about we go

and kill those men
so I can be on my way?

It's getting late.

I'm hungry.

They're in the back room.

(guns clicking)

What's that expression?

"Like lambs

to the slaughter."

RALPH:
Lay down your guns.

Real slow.

Nice shot, cowboy.

Are you deaf, Porter?

We got you in a box.

Now lay down your guns.

You must be real proud
of yourself, huh?

Pretty much.

Excuse me. Pardon.

I followed your plan
to the letter.

I expect you

to hold up your end
of the bargain as well.

Transportation to the border

unmolested by the authorities.

You slippery
little bastard.

Somebody throw him some keys.

Cota.
What?

Oh, why my car?

'Cause mine got blown up.

Now throw him the damn keys.

If you ever come north
of the border...

...I'm gonna enjoy killing you.

Pleasant evening, gentlemen.

Teaming up with lying scum

and two-bit hoods.

You must want me real bad.

Like a kid wants Christmas.

Turn around.

(gun clicks)

Wha...

What the hell is this?

We're supposed
to whack this guy.

I changed my mind.

Take care of them.

Lamb, Lamb, stop.

Stop. This man is as dangerous

to us inside of a prison
as he is outside.

That's a risk
we'll have to take.

Fine. You don't want to do it,

(gun clicks)
I will.

(tires squealing)

AGENT:
FBI.

Put your weapons down.

Assume that's for me.

Here's your prisoner.

Byrne?

Thanks.

You called the FBI?

That's the man
who killed your wife.

He's driving off in a paddy
wagon instead of a hearse.

What kind of a man are you?

I asked myself
the same question.

Thought you'd be here.

You all right?

Yes, sir.

You?

(whispering):
Yeah.

You didn't shoot Gainsley
when you had the chance.

Well, uh,

I know this guy.

Known him all his life.

He's a good man.

He's a real good man.

One time

he had Porter Gainsley
in his sights,

and he didn't
shoot him either.

I didn't want to lead him
down the wrong road.

I almost did.

Come here.

I'll, uh,

I'll leave you be.

* It's now or never

* Come hold me tight...

You're here.

Remember when you tried
to kiss me

at the Christmas party,
and I slapped you?

Cheek still stings.

That'll feel like a cool breeze

if you ever

do anything as reckless
as you did tonight.

We're either a team

or we're not.

* When I first saw you

* With your smile so tender...

Teammates.

* My soul surrendered

* I spent a lifetime

* Waiting for the right time

* Now that you're near,
the time is here *

* At last

* Now or never...

Tonight I was in a dark room
with guns,

waiting for something
dangerous to start up,

and I thought to myself,
"If I get out of here,

"the first place I go
is right here,

in front of you on my knees."

Jack.

I know I messed up,

but I love you

and I want to marry you.

Will you marry me, Mia?

Jack...

Is there
any more wine?

I couldn't find any
in the...

I'm sorry.

* Oh, the shark, babe

* Has such teeth, dear...

Hey, don't lay this gypsum
down anywhere near water.

I don't want to
pay for it twice.

You understand me?

* Just a jackknife...

Lamb!

You heading over
to the diner?

Good ambush tends to work up
my appetite.

I'd join you, but I'm, uh,
overseeing a renovation.

Tumbleweed will be reopening
in a few weeks.

No rest for the wicked.

I believe that's
"no rest for the weary."

My faux pas.

You know, it doesn't always have
to be this way

between you and me.

With Gainsley out of the way,

there's nothing stopping
me from growing Vegas

faster and bigger and better
than any other place

in the world.
Is that so?

Damn straight.
Anybody on my team

is gonna be made right
with this thing.

So why don't you check
your ego at the door

and come work for me, huh?

Be my head of security.

You need a job, and I need a man
who can get things done.

Someone who has the trust

of the people.

Well, I appreciate your offer.

I really do.

But it seems the departure
of Gainsley

has cleared away a few obstacles
for everybody.

(both chuckling)

So don't you go growing too big

or too fast, Mr. Savino,

'cause I got my eye on you.

* On the right, babe

* Now that Mackie's...

* Back in town...

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