"It all comes down to this." "Be smart, Brent." "Let's go, Montecito!" "Come on, be smart!" "Ready!" "Set." "Down by four." "Go!" "Field goal's not gonna do it, they need the touchdown." "There's the snap." "Quarterback gives the ball to the tailback, number 20." "He's on the right side." "He's got blockers all the way!" "He's down to the 10!" "Yes." "That's it!" "Let's go!" "Looks like he's going to make it!" "Touchdown!" "Touchdown, Lancers!" "And the Lancers win the game and move on to the championship." "Oh, my God." "I gotta go." "Lancers, 23, Ghosts, 21." "Yeah!" "These guys are going to the end of the line." "Next stop:" "The championship!" "Come on!" "You better believe it." "Great game." "Great game." "Great game, George." "All right." "That means Kings tickets, right?" "Top row of the "Euckers."" "No, on the floor." "Four on the floor." "Hey, give the coaches, the Maloofs, a hand." "All right, guys." "All right." "All the hard work, all the practice, and how many games we got left?" "One!" "Against who?" "Mandalay Bay!" "For what?" "The championship!" "That's right." "The championship." "All right." "So, I want you to eat well this week." "Get lots of rest." "Because next week I need you to leave it all out there on the field." "Because after Saturday, no more football for a year." "And, another thing..." "Okay." "Great little speech." "We've got more important matters to take care of." "In order for our uniform colors to pop..." "Okay." "Delin, talk to them..." "Danny." "You need to have them drycleaned." "Okay?" "'Cause they will bleed." "That material is not colorfast." "Is that understood?" "Yeah." "Okay." "Be bold." "Bright." "Thank you, Coach Delinda." "Give it up for Coach Delinda." "Thank you." "Okay, practice tomorrow at 4:00." "All right, guys?" "Great game." "Come on, let's get out of here." "Yeah!" "Hey." "Hey." "Nice shorts." "Thanks." "Wow." "Delinda sure is taking this assistant coaching thing seriously." "She draws up all the uniform-design and post-game-refreshment plays." "You're doing a great job." "Those kids love you." "Good game." "Meet me in the showers." "Really?" "'Cause I will." "Hey, Mitch." "I just watched last week's game again." "Those kids are a kick in the butt, I'll tell you what." "I hear our wins are all because of Delinda's play calling." "Oh, yeah." "I don't know what the heck she's doing out there, but..." "I'll guarantee you we're color coordinated and that the lemonade's pink." "Hey, Mitch." "Hi, Ness." "Ed, can I talk to you?" "So, what's up?" "Everything okay?" "Well..." "What?" "I wouldn't normally bring this to you, but one of my dealers... hasn't shown up for work, and I think something might be wrong." "Who's that?" "Mark Kern, he works Pit 15." "Yeah, I think I know the guy." "Yeah." "Nights, roulette, blackjack?" "As a matter of fact, doesn't he have a kid that plays on our football team?" "Yeah, Brent." "And he's got an ex-wife, Lynn Finstad." "She works in our keno pit." "Anyway, he's never missed a day, called in sick, vacation, nothing." "My kind of employee." "Yeah." "Well, three days ago he asked for a night off." "Sounded like he hadn't slept in days." "That was three days ago." "He's missed work twice and no one can reach him." "Somebody check his place?" "Yeah, I sent another dealer over to his apartment." "It was dark and the neighbors haven't seen him in days." "Good girl." "It is possible, honey, that this guy, you know... maybe just got a little tired of Vegas for a while." "I wouldn't brought this to you if I thought it was something petty." "All right." "What's this ex's name?" "Lynn Finstad." "Get a Lynn Finstad up here right away." "Yes, sir." "Thanks, Ed." "I mean, I hope I'm wrong, but..." "No, how could you be wrong?" "I trained you." "Ed?" "Brunson's here." "Mr. Brunson will require at least two tubs... of Bonnet's Peppermint Candy Cane Ice Cream." "Sure." "Hey, Ed." "I don't know." "Looks like about a 135 to the middle." "What do you think?" "How you been?" "Great." "How about yourself?" "Good." "Didn't expect you." "I'll let you in on a little secret." "You want to check up on your people, don't tell them when you're coming." "Clever." "I was hoping you could take me through... all the financial statements, last six months or so." "No problem." "It's gonna take me a few hours to put it together." "That will give me time to have a little fun first." "How much are you supposed to tip the woman in the ladies room?" "I only gave her a dollar, but all she did was hand me a towel." "A dollar's fine." "Ed, this is Mia Duncan." "We work together." "Yes, we do." "Pleasure, Ms. Duncan." "Will you be needing a suite?" "No, his suite will be fine." "Mr. Brunson doesn't believe that Ms. Duncan should occupy a room... that would otherwise generate corporate income." "I see." "Tell Mr. Deline the rest." "Yes, sir." "Ms. Duncan will shortly be switching to a position... as a casino host at our Atlantic City property." "Congratulations." "Mr. Brunson was hoping that one of the hosts here could mentor her." "Not one of the hosts." "Yeah, Michael, of course you can have the suite on the 15th floor again." "Yeah, because you are my favorite client from New York." "Excuse me, could you wait outside?" "I could, Samantha Jane... but then I'd be depriving myself of your beautiful face." "I'll call you back." "Mr. Brunson." "How wonderful." "Are you back with us for another stay, sir?" "It would appear so." "Mia Duncan." "Sam." "Mr. Brunson has hired Ms. Duncan... as a casino host at our Atlantic City property." "And it is his wish to have her mentored in the fine art of player development." "And since you are our best casino host..." "That's sufficient." "Thank you for the compliment." "You know, I'm not so good at explaining things, or teaching things." "In fact, I don't really work well with others unless they're rich." "Clients of ours, or potential clients." "You know, I have a girlfriend, Danielle Sander." "She works at The Flamingo." "I think she'd be so perfect for this..." "I'll just leave you and Mia to get better acquainted... before you start showing her the ropes." "Mr. Brunson, I was just explaining." "I'm not the friendliest girl..." "I feel like a shave." "Appointment's already made, sir." "The Art of Shaving." "Steam towels, hot lather, straight razor." "Just the way you like it, sir." "Everyone should have a guy like this." "That'd be great." "Mr. Brunson, I'm thinking that maybe I should stick to my clients and..." "Let's just leave the two ladies to discuss their business." "Thanks, Greg." "Yes, sir." "Hi, Ms. Holt, Mike, Mr. Deline." "Hi." "I'm really sorry I was late this morning." "You know I could make up the hours..." "Don't worry about it." "Come in, please." "Have a seat." "We wanted to talk to you about your ex-husband, Mark." "What about him?" "Do you have any idea as to why he missed the last couple of days of work?" "Yeah, I have a pretty good idea." "He has an addiction." "What?" "Drugs?" "Inventions." "I swear." "He actually believes his next invention... is going to be the greatest thing since the George Foreman grill." "What does that have to do with him missing work?" "He goes on inventing benders." "Actually, yeah." "And to do that, he spent everything that we had." "Our savings, our IRAs..." "Where does Mark usually go to do this inventing?" "Different places." "But they always have to be super secret... because he always thinks somebody's out to steal his next great idea." "Thank you so much for this opportunity, Ms. Marquez." "Sam." "Thank you, Sam." "Look." "I think we can chill out on the whole ass-kissing thing." "I mean, I don't want to be doing this." "I'm sure you probably don't really want to be doing this." "But Brunson owns The Montecito, so here we are." "Ah, geez." "Listen, it doesn't have anything to do with you personally." "I'm sure you'd understand that if you want to work in Player Development... it takes years of watching, learning, doing." "I mean, you didn't expect to follow me around for a week... and then head back to Atlantic City ready to pop." "Look." "I will do whatever it is that you want me to do." "Okay?" "I just really want this to work." "Please, Sam." "Please, please." "Okay, shut up." "Listen." "Learn." "Danny, you have a visitor." "He's waiting in the conference room." "Hey, Brent." "Hey, Coach." "I bet you're here about your dad." "Yeah." "I'm sure everything's fine." "He probably just forgot to tell everyone where he was going." "Is anyone looking for him?" "There's a lot of people looking for him." "This is Mr. Deline." "He's my boss." "He runs this place." "And he's even looking for him." "How you doing, buddy?" "We're gonna find him." "Does everyone know what he looks like?" "If they don't, I brought this." "It's from Dad Day at camp last summer." "And I brought these pictures." "You know, I'll make sure the people who are looking for him get this." "You out of school already?" "I left a little early." "I wasn't really feeling all right." "I mean, no one even knows where my dad is." "He calls me every night." "Every night?" "Well, every night before he got lost." "That's nice of him." "It's kind of a secret." "I don't know why, but Mom doesn't even know about it." "When was the last time he talked to you?" "I saw him at the field before the last game." "Your dad was at last week's game?" "Yeah." "Cheri, Jim, I got those tickets." "They're at will call." "Thanks." "Great." "Just call me if you need anything while you're staying here." "Thank you." "Dr. Majelli, is there anything I can do to make your stay more enjoyable?" "No, thanks, Sam, that's great." "Thank you." "You have my numbers." "You call me if you need anything." "You bet." "Come on, Dr. Majelli." "If you gamble, I'm sure there's something that I can think of... that might make your stay more enjoyable." "Touchdown!" "Touchdown." "Sir, you just won your over bet." "Sam, that's my arm." "Come with me." "What was that?" "I was just trying to help you." "You know, get him to gamble." "Let's make something crystal clear." "First of all, do not speak to my clients." "And, second of all, do not drape yourself all over them like a hooker." "Sweetie, it is not our job to get them to gamble." "I thought that a casino host got paid by how much their clients lose." "So, I was just trying to help us make more money." "No, there's no us." "I get paid based on how much my client wager, win or lose." "But..." "Okay." "Gentlemen, place your bets, please." "Black 28!" "Here you go." "Enjoy." "Ed, you gotta check this out." "What is it?" "No clue." "Luis got a warrant for Mark Kern's place." "Columbo found this stashed in the bedroom." "Kern also applied for a patent on it." "I found the schematics, as well." "Luis is giving me 24 hours to figure out what it is." "Well, I'm very happy that you have a nice science project." "So this guy may or may not have been at the game." "He may or may not be the next Ron Popeil." "What?" "What does that mean?" "Means he's a mystery wrapped in an enigma." "Thank you." "That's very helpful." "Danny." "Mike." "Jake, my man." "What's up?" "I've been doing a little scouting on my off-hours." "The Sharks are tough on the corners, but their interior's a little soft." "Now, I figure some counter traps might..." "Yeah, we will definitely check these plays out." "But, you know, coaching-wise, what would be a bigger help?" "If you could collect the videotape of our last game from all the parents." "Okay." "Blooper reel?" "The Montecito Lancers game plan." "Because if we could do a blooper reel..." "I mean, who doesn't love a blooper reel?" "Hi, Jake." "D. I gotta get back to work." "I'll get you those tapes." "Thanks, Jake." "Counter traps." "Go, Lancers." "Speaking of our game plan..." "Yeah, I've gotta I've been doing a lot of thinking." "And I really think that the black socks would go better with the home jerseys." "Yeah, we'll jump right on that." "Hey, guys." "Just remember." "A stylish team is a confident team." "Why do we let her on the field?" "Hey, guys." "I'm sorry." "I thought of something else." "I don't want anything bad to happen to Mark." "No, none of us do." "When the bank money dried up..." "I remember him saying something about going to a loan shark." "Did he mention any particular loan shark?" "No." "But maybe he was just trying to rile me up." "It was right around the time we were going to split up, so..." "Thank you." "We'll keep that in mind." "Mark is crazy if he went to the streets for money." "I got shot in the leg by a loan shark." "I know." "Better aim and I'd be dead." "I know." "Hey, you know, I heard Lucas does all his films with this software." "Yeah?" "And?" "It's just that I'm pretty good at this." "Maybe I could get a gig in the movies." "Yeah, well, until Spielberg calls, you still work for Ed." "I hear that." "Wait." "Back that up." "What you got?" "We asked Jake and Delinda... to round up all of the parents' game videos and we spliced this together." "Push in on the back of the end zone." "That's Mark, right?" "Yeah." "Could we speed this up?" "SUV pulls up." "Looks like he's got a visitor." "11:42 a.m." "Whoa." "With a gun?" "He's not from the patent office." "Mikey, can you get anything off that car?" "Dodge, Nevada plate, "8-0-5-T-O."" "Metro reports that car stolen." "Find out who this guy is." "Hey, Mary?" "Yeah." "You got a minute?" "Yeah, of course, Jake." "What's up?" "A bunch us of parents, we got a big favor to ask." "We heard you have a lot of pull with Mr. Deline." "In what galaxy did you hear that?" "Me and a few of the other staff members... we have kids playing in that championship game this weekend... and we'd love to go." "But we're scheduled to work weekend day." "Our supervisors are saying we can't get the schedule changed... unless Mr. Deline okays it." "We'd really appreciate it." "I'll see what I can do." "Is that Fergie?" "It's The Black Eyed Peas." "What'd you guys do, take the first plane in here?" "Hold on a minute, will you?" "It's great to see you guys again." "I can't tell you what it means to me... that you made it here on such short notice." "Of course." "Anytime." "Ed, you kidding me?" "Anything for you, dog." "Anytime." "Thanks, brother." "Ed, Montecito is the spot." "Thanks for the props, Boo." "No doubt." "All right, Ed." "Anytime." "Thanks, Apl." "Bye." "Bye, sweetheart." "Damn, Ed." "Your assistant's fine." "My assistant?" "I never noticed." "That was The Black Eyed Peas." "Yeah." "I love them." "Yeah." "Would it have killed you to introduce me to them?" "No." "Listen, I got a meeting with Brunson later... and you handling everything all right?" "Mike said we might have something on that invention we found at Kern's place." "Okay, listen." "Just keep me in the loop, will you?" "Your assistant?" "Where's Mia?" "Don't know." "Don't care." "Look, I know Brunson dumped her on us, but numbers do not lie." "What are you talking about?" "What do you mean, what am I talking about?" "I mean, what are you talking about?" "I saw her with Majelli." "You saw her with Majelli?" "Why am I hearing everything twice?" "Look, the guy never plays for more than 250... he's down half a million dollars and he just signed for another marker." "On top of that, the guy played during an Illinois game." "And he never, ever, plays during an Illinois game." "Hi, sorry, forgot my purse." "Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Deline." "Mia." "Hi." "I know you have some mentoring to do... so I'm gonna leave you two alone." "Sit your ass down." "Hi." "I'm sure that I have nothing to worry about." "Right?" "I mean, it'll be fine talking to your dad." "I really wish" "The Black Eyed Peas were here to play." "Everyone deserves a little RR, but..." "Delinda?" "I'm sorry." "No, I don't really think you're blowing things out of proportion." "I mean, Daddy can be pretty scary, especially if he thinks... you're getting the entire day shift to gang up on him." "That case, he might get downright mean." "You'll know because he has this little vein in his neck... that kind of ridges up and looks like it's going to explode." "I have the image in my mind." "Thank you." "See you later." "Thanks." "Hey." "What the heck am I doing up here?" "Wait a second." "Are we interrupting something?" "You know, we can come back." "No, guys, come on in." "Danny, hit the black light." "Has this got something to do with Kern's invention?" "Trust me, Ed." "This thing is the bomb." "It's a bomb?" "No, Ed, it..." "All right." "It's pretty easy to see this ain't the cleanest of clean." "Holy..." "Get me housekeeping up here." "This is disgusting." "No, I picked this room... because there was a wild bachelor party in here last night." "How come I wasn't invited?" "Because you don't know what "the bomb" means." "Remind me never to touch one of those remote controls." "Yeah, or a bedspread." "How did it get this dirty?" "Don't ask, okay?" "Now, I've heard rumors of something like this on the horizon... but I never thought it was possible." "What just happened?" "This orb sanitizes a whole room using an ionization process." "You see, the copper and silver in coins kills bacteria in wishing wells." "Stop." "So, what you're saying is... that blue light just killed all of the bacteria and germs in this room." "Exactly." "No more traveling with your own pillows... wiping down your room with Lysol." "You wipe a..." "No, I don't." "I just heard." "I don't wipe." "This thing's gonna be worth a fortune." "Yeah, I guess they had good reason to loan him the money." "Who is he?" "He's Tony Bradley." "What do you got on him?" "He's your everyday, run-of-the-mill traveling hood." "Did some time for B and E in '95 back in D.C." "Booked on assault last year in Arizona." "And now I guess he makes his way doing a little loan sharking here in Vegas." "I can't believe that Kern would get involved with a guy like this... just to fund an invention." "Everyone's got a dream, my man." "I got a friend who runs a bar off The Strip." "Her clientele's always been heavy in the money lending business." "Go check it out." "Cash me out, please." "I just can't give them the day off." "Ed, they really want to go to the football game." "It's the championship." "And they'll be right back here for their shifts just as soon as it's over." "Mary, I really wish I could." "I really do." "And nobody knows what it's like to miss your kid's big days more than I do." "But I'd lose half my day shift." "And it's a big weekend." "I really think they'd appreciate it." "I get it." "Ed?" "Yes." "I understand you've taken on a lot more responsibility this year." "It's just that..." "I don't know, before you became president, you would've insisted on it." "Wait a second." "Cheryl Bullock, the hottest girl to ever graduate Jefferson High?" "And look at me now." "I am." "You look great." "How are you?" "It's good to see you again." "I haven't gone anywhere." "I guess when my dad ran this place... it was good enough for us to sneak beers from... but now that I run it, Mr. Bigshot on The Strip forgot the address." "What you drinking?" "Beer." "Just don't tell my boss." "What brings you back?" "Tony Bradley." "You know him?" "Why would I know a loan shark?" "This is a legitimate joint." "Maybe some of your customers know him." "Maybe they meet him here." "Maybe this money lending business, you know nothing about... gets transacted here." "Come on." "It's just you and me." "We're looking for a guy and we think that Tony might know where he is." "I never heard any of his clients badmouth him... but I think they were probably the ones who paid up." "Do you know where he might be?" "I heard you and Mary Connell finally hooked up." "Well, yeah, it's off and on." "I heard that he has a place on Fontayne." "And I think that he is trying to move... some of those midget motorcycles out of a warehouse out by Stateline." "Okay." "Well, thank you." "That's going to be a big help." "You gonna come back and see me again?" "Yeah." "We had some good times back in high school." "You forgotten?" "No, I haven't." "Don't be a stranger, Dan." "Dan." "You know, you're the only person who ever called me that." "All right, I gotta go." "Okay." "Good to see you." "Yeah." "Looks like you boys enjoyed your meal." "Now, that drink looks almost empty." "What do you guys say I buy you another round?" "Mel, Thomas, I see you've met Mia." "Hey, Sam, I was just telling the boys here... how happy we are to have them as our clients." "Happy." "We're ecstatic to have you as our clients." "Mia and I are just gonna go over here for a second, okay?" "We'll be right back." "I'm not going to tell you this again." "Don't speak to my clients." "I haven't even talked to Majelli." "You don't know where I grew up, do you?" "My clients are my livelihood." "Mess with my livelihood, I take you out." "Come here." "That's a promise." "There you go." "I've tried to be nice, Sam... but I've decided that I want to work in Vegas instead of Atlantic City." "So we can either work together, or we can do this the other way." "I choose the other way." "That's not working together, right?" "No, that's me calling Gavin, Mr. Brunson to you... and getting your little ass fired." "Morning, boys." "Morning, boss." "Danny, you talk to that bar owner?" "Cheryl Bullock, yeah." "And?" "And Tony Bradley owns an apartment over on Fontayne... and a warehouse out by the state line." "You tell Luis?" "Yeah, he's sending out a couple guys to check the apartment." "This Bradley, he's gonna want a piece of that invention." "So, what do you say we take a little trip over to that warehouse?" "Let's do it." "Mike, do me a favor." "Call downstairs and get my car, will you?" "The Aston Martin?" "There's three of us." "Put Danny in the trunk." "I'll get the Hummer." "Dr. Majelli, glad I finally tracked you down." "Sam?" "I left about 10 messages for you last night when you didn't show up for our dinner." "Yeah, well, I've certainly been meaning to talk to you." "Say, aren't you a little uncomfortable?" "Maybe we could just table this for half an hour..." "No, thanks." "I'm completely comfortable." "So, I heard you hit the tables last night." "Yeah, I guess you could say I got lucky." "Wow." "You know, I've always given you the best service on The Strip... so would you like to enlighten me?" "Let's just say that Mia goes the extra mile for her clients... and leave it at that, okay?" "Her clients?" "I know that I've been a client of yours since..." "God, I can't remember when." "I remember." "I was still working downtown." "You were still waiting until midnight to get money out of the ATMs." "I remember perfectly." "I'll transfer your account over to Mia." "Double up." "Gotta double up." "Thirty-five to one, now those are my kind of odds." "Hey!" "What's up, little mama?" "What's up, D?" "Hey, D, I'm betting on 8 for you." "Oh, you're nice." "You know that's my lucky number." "Damn, D, who been styling you lately?" "It's a full time job." "Congrats, guys." "I hear the new album's dropping in a couple of weeks." "Yeah." "Don't worry." "I got you an advance copy." "You're the best." "Lucky." "What'd I tell you?" "I'm black, too." "I can't believe it." "Yes, thank you, Mitch." "I owe you." "Wait, Brunson's on his way up now?" "I'll be right there." "Mr. Brunson." "When I asked for a tour of the surveillance room..." "I figured Ed or Danny would show me around... but this is a most pleasant surprise." "No, thank you." "How was it I described Samantha Jane?" "One-two punch, sir." "Knockout face, killer body." "Yes, yes." "That was it." "Aren't you sweet." "Samantha Jane, why is it I don't have a contract with you?" "It expired." "I'm now working freelance, exclusively for The Montecito." "Do we have anything interesting that we could show Mr. Brunson?" "Okay, let's put it up on P5." "Let's see." "That is interesting." "Is that Mia?" "Yes, it is." "And that's my client, Dr. Majelli." "Wow." "They really seem to have gotten to know each other there." "Sir, weren't you wanting... some of those delicious pecans they sell in the gift shop?" "No." "I want to watch this." "Mitch, is that his room they're going into?" "Yes." "What's the time code on that?" "1:52 a.m." "Wow." "Night owls." "Sir, has anyone shown you how quickly we can fast-forward?" "Pretty amazing, modern technology." "Mitch, put it up to..." "What do think, Mitch, 8:12 a." "M?" "Think Bradley could have found a warehouse farther away?" "I'll get the door." "No, this drill here..." "Drop it a sec, this'll take one..." "I got it." "Whoa." "Let's just take a shot here." "You had a feeling that..." "Thanks, Shelley." "See you, later." "You bitch." "I can't believe you got me fired." "I think you got yourself fired." "Yeah?" "Gavin said he saw a tape of me going up to Majelli's room." "Is this your little way of getting back at me?" "Shut up." "Excuse me?" "I said, shut up." "I did you a little favor." "And how is getting me fired doing me a favor?" "Have you ever heard of something called a sexual harassment case?" "For instance, like, if someone's boss says..." ""If you sleep with me I'll make you a casino host"... and then fires her after she does." "Yeah, but that's not exactly what happened." "Yeah, well, says who?" "Payoffs are in the millions." "I tell you folks, you have never seen clean... like the clean from the Bradley Ionizing Cleaner." "How the hell did you guys get in here?" "You left the door unlocked, moron." "An employee?" "That's between him and me." "You and him, or you and his patent?" "Why don't you guys get the hell out of here?" "We're gonna get out of here, big meat, but we're taking him with us, all right?" "I don't think so." "Hold this, bitch." ""Bitch?"" "What?" "Ed, let us do this." "Us?" "He called you "bitch."" "Just take it easy, okay?" "I'm sorry about that, boss." "You okay?" "You all right, Ed?" "That wasn't good." "I could run faster than this." "Yeah, you lucky you didn't call me "bitch."" "With three on the play, that makes it third down and seven." "With the ball on the Mandalay 14 yard line." "It appears that the Lancers have called a time out." "Yes, there's a time out on the field with..." "Okay, 10 seconds left." "Brent, I want you to take the snap." "Take two steps back and take a knee." "We're gonna let the time run out." "No chances." "It's the championship game, so there's overtime." "We get the ball first in OT, baby." "Let's do it, okay?" "All right." "Lancers on three!" "One, two, three!" "Lancers!" "All right." "Okay." "Okay." "Here's what we're going to do." "All right." "I say, once we get the ball back into overtime... we just keep hammering up the gut." "Sure thing." "Five yards a pop, burn and churn." "All right, Brent." "Nothing fancy, baby." "Break!" "Well, it's been another wonderful visit." "I was prepared to show you the financial statements." "I'll be back in a week." "I have some litigation matters I have to address." "You really shouldn't say anything more about that, sir." "Samantha Jane." "Yes." "I'll be waiting for that contract." "Where's Mia?" "Yeah." "Mia Duncan is no longer in the employ of The Montecito... or any subsidiary or affiliate of The Montecito Group." "Word of advice, Ed." "Don't screw an employee." "Screw." "I'll try to remember that." "Yep." "I'm not going to ask if you had anything to do with the axing of Mia." "I appreciate you not asking." "Come on!" "You can do it!" "Come on!" "Come on, let's go for it!" "Come on!" "Come on!" "This is it." "Probably the last play from scrimmage." "Montecito lines up over the ball." "Set!" "Set!" "Go!" "The ball is snapped." "He drops back." "What are you doing?" "What's he doing?" "No!" "Put it down!" "Take your time." "...he breaks out of the pocket to his left." "Looking downfield..." "Brent, take a knee!" "Take a knee!" "In the end zone!" "It's Montecito number 22!" "And that is the ball game!" "Montecito 27..." "Mandalay 21!" "What a game!" "Hey, Brent." "Congratulations." "Let me have your attention, everybody." "I want us all to give a special thanks to two guys here." "My boys, Danny and Mike." "What a job of coaching." "Yeah, they did a heck of a job." "And I'm hoping, if I get some free time..." "I really hope that I'll be able to go out there... and do some coaching with them next year." "Thank you very much." "Maybe we'll take this up another time." "Let's just celebrate the big victory." "What do you say?" "Up in the air!" "Okay, I'll tell you what." "I got a couple of friends... who are going to come out and play some music for you." "Only 'cause you're champs." "You ready?" "Let's get it started." "Black Eyed Peas!"