"##[rap music playing]" "[people cheering]" "Hi." "Mike, hi." "Can I ask you a question?" "Sure." "What do you think about a girl asking a guy out on a date?" "Mary, we males can be extremely complicated concerning dating rites." "Tell me something I don't know." "For instance, it's okay to say, "You wanna hook up some time?"" "Because then the guy knows he's..." "Going to get laid." "Yeah." "Well, there's that, which is great." "Right." "But I was thinking it's more informal." "The word "date" implies certain connotations which tend to have... ill effects on the male species." "When a lady asks a guy out... you know she's thinking quiet dinner, slow dancing... holding hands in the moonlight, maybe... catch a sunrise." "All that romantic stuff." "But... when a guy asks a lady out, he's thinkin'..." "Am I going to get laid?" "Yeah, pretty much." "Too many whales, not enough ocean." "Excuse me." "Snoop, you okay?" "You need anything?" "Good." "Sam." "Jillian!" "Is our suite ready?" "Your suite..." "Ed didn't tell you, did he?" "Of course he told me." "It must have slipped my mind." "Have you met Snoop Dogg?" "Snoop, this is Jillian, Ed Deline's wife." "How nice to meet you, Mr. Dogg." "Mrs. Deline, you are quite fine." "Thank you." "Ed, we have a problem." "What brings you to the Montecito?" "I'm scouting locations for my video." "And you?" "Having our floors refinished." "Might I suggest a walnut finish?" "It's real classic looking." "You know, old-world twist on it, but... it's strong enough for you and your posse." "Thank you." "Hi, honey..." "Hey, run away from home?" "Have you met Mr. Dogg?" "Hey." "Big Ed." "How you doin', baby?" "How you doin'?" "I'm all right." "Well, I'll catch you later, D-O-Double-Gizzle." "[Snoop chuckling]" "You forgot that we were having the floors finished." "No, I didn't, actually." "We've had a reservation for six months." "A reservation?" "Honey, this guy is an artist." "He's very hard to get." "I mean, he doesn't do just anybody's floors." "He chose us!" "He chose us?" "Yes." "Sam, we're going to check in for two weeks." "(Sam) Two weeks." "Two weeks?" "And since you're the president, we should have the presidential suite." "Yes, of course." "Ed." "Did you invite the whole neighborhood?" "Can you speak to me now for a second." "I'm sorry." "We have a problem." "We're completely overbooked." "Then your boy Danny just gave away our last two suites to the relatively hot cop... and the bitchy mortician from Boston." "Play nice, Sam, nice." "Of course." "She's in my town now." "[horns blaring]" "Put down your gun, I mean it." "Woody..." "Now!" "Madeline, stay calm." "We don't want to hurt you, all right?" "Okay." "Nobody's going to do anything." "Just put the gun down." "Back away!" "I don't want to hear you talk." "Put down the gun." "I said, put the gun down!" "[gun shot]" "(man #1) How many?" "(man# 2) Two, no one!" "You okay?" "Yeah." "You okay?" "Yes!" "[gun firing continues]" "(man) I'll cover you." "(man) Go!" "Go!" "[car engine starting]" "So, how do you like Vegas so far?" "Kind of reminds me of home." "##[pop music playing]" "(Perez) Besides being out of your jurisdiction... and illegally discharging weapons... you're interfering with my case." "(Woody) First, my gun is registered." "Second, your case?" "My case." "In case you haven't noticed... you're in Vegas, not Boston." "Det." "Perez, we're just trying... to preserve the chain of evidence in a murder investigation." "A murder that took place in Vegas makes it my jurisdiction." "He died in Boston." "He's ours." "We've been followin' Tommy O'Brien for weeks." "I remember that little story." "You never explained why." "Because of his propensity to take his winnings in cash." "That's why we marked it." "Excuse my ignorance about all things Vegas, but is cash no longer... considered a legitimate form of currency here?" "In casinos, they don't like to pay out more than $10,000 in cash." "It's a paperwork and IRS thing." "I'm putting out an APB on Madeline Pillsbury." "Your suspect's no longer just a suspect, she's a target." "Is it always this hot here?" "Did I have to do some whale herding' and fancy footwork to get you... this presidential suite, sir." "Well, thank you." "You know, honey, we never go on vacation." "I think I'm going to make this a mini-vacation." "I agree." "I'm going to slip into something more comfortable." "See you." "Sam, hold it." "Don't go." "I need you to stay to keep Jillian company." "Oh, I'm sorry, big guy... but I think your wife has something else in mind." "Listen, you don't understand." "It's two weeks, it's my wife..." "I've got a stockholders' report due." "Please." "Bye-bye." "[doorknob clicking]" "Hey, sweetie, listen." "I got to run downstairs to the office." "I got a lot of work to do." "I'll check you later, okay?" "It's time to christen the presidential bed..." "Mr. President." "[chuckling]" "Wow, that's nice." "Honey, it's just the middle of the afternoon." "I got a lot of work to do." "Okay." "Honey, people could see us." "You have cameras in the room?" "I don't think so." "You don't, do you?" "No." "There are no cameras in the room." "Then lighten up, lover." "Oh, well." "Oh, well." "Oh, well." "[zippering]" "(Ed) Oh, God." "[Jillian chuckling]" "No they..." "Yo!" "Mr. D!" "Why are you and Mrs. D. doing the big nasty in my suite?" "(Danny) But why would she steal her own money?" "As Tommy's wife, she's entitled to it anyway." "Unless she knew sooner or later we'd figure out she killed him." "Maybe the money belongs to somebody else." "Tommy could've been gambling on someone else's dime and got greedy." "Which'd explain why she's here in Vegas, to pay them off." "If she's bringing the money back to pay somebody off... why was he shooting' at her?" "She wanted to get rid of the only witness... maybe keep the money herself, I don't know." "Maybe he wasn't shooting at her." "Maybe he was shooting at one of us." "You guys haven't been in Vegas long enough to piss anybody off." "Maybe it was Col. Mustard with the candlestick in the kitchen." "I mean, come on, guys, this is pretty ridiculous... even by Vegas standards." "A whale Sam poached from Caesars' dies... on a Montecito jet in Boston... with $3 million handcuffed to his wrist." "Danny and Sam are accused of murder." "Obviously, they didn't do it." "It turns out to be the dead guy's wife... who poisoned him with laced cocaine." "She goes to Boston... steals the $3 million, which legally belongs to her." "She comes back to Vegas with poisoned cookies?" "Chocolate chip." "Poisoned chocolate-chip cookies, the $3 million... and a loaded gun, which she doesn't use... because someone is shooting at her, or you two, or Danny." "Hey, boys." "Send out that Madeline's picture." "I want to get some of the guys out there to circulate it by hand, will you?" "So you know... this town has more cameras per capita than anywhere else in the world." "Please." "Someone's always watchin'." "I'll make sure not to scratch myself or pick my nose." "Yes, good luck." "If this Madeline shows up anywhere... shopping center, casino, anywhere, we'll be the first to know." "Great." "Thanks." "All right, well, I think being shot at allows us a break." "I'm gonna go try my luck in the casino." "How about it, Jordan?" "No thanks, actually, I think I'm going to check out the pool." "I hear it's topless." "Whatever turns you on." "[gambling machines bleeping]" "Oh, God." "I'm sorry." "Don't scream, it's just me." "Yeah." "It's my wife... you just got to hide me one second." "Okay." "Okay." "This place is just weird." "[man whooping]" "Have you seen Ed?" "We have big room problems." "He's in Bella Sera." "It's good to see you, Mrs..." "Danny, got a sec?" "Sure." "What's up?" "[mumbles] [clears throat]" "Since we are technically, kind of engaged... sort of, and we've never actually been out on a date... and you obviously can't take a hint..." "I would like to ask you out... on a date." "Technically, we have been on a date." "No." "Seventh grade, we went for ice cream." "You took the entire seventh-grade class out for ice cream." "Yeah." "Remember?" "You stole all that money from my father, and you... had to hide the evidence, so you bought ice cream for everybody." "Let's go on a date." "Friday night?" "Okay." "Friday." "Okay." "Okay." "You're not going to keep wearing that, are you?" "What's wrong with it?" "It's all I've got." "I'm sure it's very nice in Boston, but it just doesn't work in Vegas." "It's either this or go naked." "Naked works in Vegas." "Mikey?" "[phone ringing]" "Mary just asked me out on a date." "Yeah." "I kind of saw that one coming." "You okay?" "Yeah." "You sure?" "Yeah." "Because it looks like you're hyperventilating." "I'm not hyperventilating." "You want to sit down?" "Yeah, maybe I should." "Yeah, maybe you should sit down." "How are you going to marry the girl, if you can't go out on a date?" "I don't know." "[snickers]" "I do know that I love her." "I do." "Because when I was there, and the bullets were flying, all I could think about was her." "Now that I'm back, it's like just everything is..." "You thought you'd get married, move into the house with a white-picket fence... and everything would be fine?" "Yeah." "Doesn't work that way, my friend." "I don't profess to be a psychologist... but I do know a thing or two about psychology." "Of course you do." "What you're experiencing is a little panic." "In this case, brought on by what we in the business like to call "cold feet."" "Cold feet?" "That's what you think this is?" "Either that, or you're messed up beyond my help." "Now..." "I'm putting Tommy O'Brien's last 48 hours onscreen." "Are you okay with that?" "Yes." "You can handle that." "Let's do it." "All right." "My father will never allow you to shoot your video in the surveillance room." "But it's my new single." "I'll have naked ladies on every monitor up in here." "Yeah." "It's not going to happen." "What about the sports book?" "And two naked ladies on every screen?" "Bust." "Bust." "Bust." "No!" "No." "How do you do it?" "Twenty-one every time." "Come on." "I'm broke." "I'm tapped." "Hey, Sam." "Hey." "Do you think I could get a line of credit?" "Absolutely." "Great, because I am one hand away from my Vegas lucky streak." "No!" "I've never seen anyone lose so fast." "He's lost every hand he's played." "Don't be so negative." "Just means I'm due." "I think the man knows what he's talking about." "Please give him his line of credit." "I think the man's gone a little Vegas crazy, but don't mind me." "Did you just ask for a line of credit?" "Jordan, go away." "I can hold some of these for you." "Jordan, stop." "Go away, okay?" "You heard him." "Go away, Jordan." "Let it ride." "Yes." "Here we go." "Okay, 10, nice high card." "That's a good start." "Here we go, high card, come on." "Twenty." "Stay." "Luck be a lady." "Here we go." "Okay, bust." "Get out of here." "Bust." "No." "(dealer) Twenty-one." "No." "No." "No." "No." "No." "No, no, no." "Easy come, easy go." "You actually enjoy taking people's money, don't you?" "I'd really enjoy taking your money." "Maybe you should try a different game." "Yes." "That is a great idea." "That is a terrific idea." "Why don't we check out the pool?" "It's topless." "Stop touching me, okay?" "I'm beginning to think you're bad luck." "I'm going to have to agree with him, Jordan." "How much money do you have left, sweetie?" "I have $5." "Perfect." "This is exactly what they want you to do, Woody." "Jordan, stop, okay?" "I'm gonna win." "I have to." "[machine bleeping]" "I just won." "What did I just win?" "You just won a Viper." "I won this car?" "This one." "I won this Viper?" "Yeah!" "[whooping]" "I just won this car!" "I just won this car!" "Who's your daddy?" "You arranged for that to happen, didn't you?" "That would be against the law." "I love Vegas!" "What other games can we play?" "Well, with this car as collateral..." "I can give you up to $100,000 credit... and then we can play whatever game you'd like." "Woody, for the love of God, quit while you're ahead." "Don't listen to her." "She's bad luck, remember?" "We have to close." "Good, take her away." "You know what, Jordan?" "I think my Vegas lucky streak has just begun." "I'm going to take that credit." "That's my boy!" "Woody." "Please don't call me Woody anymore." "Please refer to me as The Woodman." "Tommy O'Brien." "The dead guy from Boston." "The man sure is going into and out of a lot of suites." "That blond he's with is definitely not his wife." "Know what they say, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." "And apparently dies in Boston." "Any of them his suite?" "Nope." "Pull up the names of the guests registered in the suites... that Tommy and this blond girl visited." "[bleeping]" "They're all registered to a Ronnie Sugar." "Anyone else entering or exiting the suites?" "Three other couples, all whales and their wives... except for this old dude." "I'll run a facial on him now." "The old dude's Ronnie Sugar." "You know him?" "He's a Vegas mob holdover." "Ronnie's booked another suite for tonight." "Well, we better find out what's going on." "This guy's the kind of guy that don't give up anything unless he has to." "Well, then maybe you should talk to him... in your uniquely charming way." "[all chuckling]" "I don't think we're ready for that just yet, but... we got to find out what's going on." "Then one of us has to get into that room." "How're we going to do that?" "Hey, guys." "What have we got?" "(Ed) Well, here's an idea." "Ms. Jordan." "What?" "Be cool." "I don't have to do anything twisted, do I?" "Just do what I tell you." "What can I do for you?" "Steve Krandel." "This is..." "Your wife, yeah." "Cheri." "Krandel." "Very nice." "Who sent you?" "Tommy O'Brien." "$5,000 in advance." "Okay, good." "Come in." "How are you?" "Good luck to you." "[man chattering]" "Steve, Cheri." "How are you?" "Five-card draw." "Nothin' wild." "Who's putting up the pot?" "The new guy will." "Is that okay with you?" "Absolutely." "All right." "Let's play." "Ante up." "[clears throat]" "You got to take off your blouse, honey." "Come on." "Take it off." "Show us your pair of queens." "[Danny laughing] [blouse zippering]" "Whew." "All right." "Five-card draw, nothing wild except you guys." "Give me three of those nice ones." "If you lose this hand, I swear..." "I will kill you slowly." "I need one." "That's yours." "Two." "All right, let's see 'em." "Three of a kind." "Wow." "That's a hell of a hand." "Yeah." "Straight." "Queen high." "Read them and weep." "You know, it's not good form to take what you brought in." "Hey, what can I say?" "I hate to lose." "Besides, the old ball and chain's still smokin' hot." "Nasty in the sack." "Nasty." "Ride 'em cowboy." "You got 30 minutes." "All right." "What?" "Old ball and chain?" "I had to make it look real." "What the hell happened in there?" "I won you." "Now you're mine to do with as I please for the next half-hour." "Very funny." "What kind of wife in her right mind, would let her husband bet her?" "A bored one." "People like that live for the action." "Yeah, or the evidence." "Where the hell did you pull that from?" "What is it?" "UV light." "Baby." "Excuse me?" "We're being watched." "What do you suggest?" "I suggest that we make this look very good." "Get up." "Get up." "Okay." "[whispering] That's good." "Yeah, just for the record, though, we're pretending... and nothing's going to happen." "Of course we're pretending." "Okay, so..." "This shirt cost me $65." "Sorry." "What about that girl with the impressive cleavage?" "Isn't she going to be jealous?" "This is Vegas." "You have to be more specific where cleavage is concerned." "Yeah." "The one who asked you out." "Mary." "We're engaged." "Kind of engaged." "Kind of engaged?" "What is that, a Vegas thing?" "No, it's more like a you and Woody thing." "We're just friends." "Yeah, right, you're just friends." "I thought The Room was just a rumor." "Look, honey..." "I'm sorry." "I mean, we're completely booked, sold out." "This is worse than that motel room we stayed in... when you were on your fake vacation." "And that one cost you a trip to Italy." "It's going to be okay." "I mean, we've been in a little worse." "Okay." "Wait." "I get it." "What?" "You want me to check in to another hotel." "No, that's not close to being true." "That's absurd." "Why would a spy be sneaky?" "That's ex-spy." "You know what?" "You're 100% correct." "I'm sorry." "I think you'd be much more comfortable at another hotel." "That's okay." "No." "We'll stay in The Room." "You want to?" "We will." "And you can unpack." "You are so in trouble." "[cell phone beeping]" "(Woody) Hit me." "Come on." "I said small card." "What is it with this guy?" "How's it goin' over here?" "If I was playing 22, I'd own this town." "Told him not to hit on 12 with a 3 showin', but he ain't listening' to me though." "I was feeling lucky." "As opposed to feeling stupid?" "Watch it, Snoop." "I'm a cop." "Good." "Now you can arrest yourself for some dumb-ass card playin'." "Snoop, will you excuse us for just a second?" "Excuse us." "I'm gonna go talk to my casino host, Samantha." "Snoop, save my seat." "You need to stop." "Why?" "Because your luck has run out." "You're secretly in love with me." "Admit it." "Don't you have a murder mystery to solve..." "Danny and Jordan are undercover, Ed's got somebody watching... in every corner of this city, and I'm supervising." "I'm just a little cold right now." "[gambling machines bleeping]" "Welcome to the North Pole." "So, that's right about the time..." "I saw that little, mini fiber-optic camera." "Then Ronnie runs the games... and he tapes the winners, and sells the tapes as porn." "Yeah." "He's double dippin', so to speak." "I think it's time to charm him." "Yes." "I forgot how charming' you were." "Look, Ed." "Tommy's a good client of mine." "He loves poker, and he loves sex... and he's addicted to both." "Well, not anymore, he's not." "Someone poisoned him." "He's dead." "##['60s pop music playing]" "I need a drink." "Do you want to join me?" "Yes, sure." "Look, I'm going to need everything you got on Tommy." "All I got is his cell number." "I would call him whenever I found a couple that were willin' to play." "What, so his wife played, too?" "I didn't know he was married." "He'd always bring a different hooker... and she would make like she was his wife." "Here." "Local number." "Danny." "Danny." "(Danny) Hey, Ed." "Yeah, look." "I need you to check this number. 555-0154." "Get back to me with the billing address... and then I'll meet you there, all right?" "Got it." "Good." "Now, I'm going to need a videotape from last night." "Videotape?" "What videotape?" "Do not screw with me, Ronnie." "Okay." "Technically, it's a DVD, all right?" "DVD." "I'll get it for you." "Relax." "Hey." "[birds chirping]" "Tell me why a guy from Boston... has his phone bill sent to a place in Henderson?" "No idea." "Yeah?" "(Jillian) Eddie, we have a major problem." "Jillian, I'm busy right now, okay?" "Eddie, don't hang up on me." "You guys okay?" "Yes." "I just like to separate home from business, you know." "I mean, don't get me wrong." "I love Jillian... but 24-7 with anyone." "I mean, I don't know." "[doorbell ringing]" "Hi." "Is this Tommy O'Brien's residence?" "No." "You recognize this guy?" "Yeah, that's Kevin." "He's away on business." "Kevin?" "Kevin Wylie, my husband." "So, the reason he was going to Boston all the time on business..." "Was because he had a second wife." "And when he was in town he..." "Slept with multiple sex partners... that he won in swinger's poker games." "He also brought a hooker who posed as his wife to the games." "And he was rich?" "$3 million worth." "Excuse me." "What are you doing?" "I'm paying our bills." "There's no phone in our room." "My cell phone doesn't work in our room." "There's actually no room in our room." "So, I'm using your office." "I'm dealing with the floor guy... who needs a couple more weeks." "What did you say?" "He's going to need a couple more weeks." "Get that creep on the phone." "I wanna talk to this guy." "Honey, I'm busy." "Look, if you want to work, why don't you go to the couch?" "Because I rest on the couch." "I work at my desk." "This is my office." "(Danny) Ed." "What?" "Ann's in the conference room." "Good." "Jillian's at my desk." "How's Mary?" "Good." "We're going on our first date, believe it or not." "You guys have never been on a date?" "Not really." "I mean, we've been out with friends a million times... but this is a little different." "Yeah, it is." "Let me ask you somethin'." "What was your first date like with Ed?" "I was in Europe, touring, and he was there on assignment... and he asked me out." "And he was so nervous." "Ed was nervous?" "He dropped a whole glass of red wine all down the front of these white pants." "What, Ed Deline in white pants?" "[Danny laughing]" "It was just horrible." "I couldn't wait for this date to be over." "I couldn't wait to get away from him." "Ed, being the gentleman that he always is, he insisted that he walk me home." "So..." "I made this deal with him... that I'd let him walk me back to the hotel, if I never had to see him again." "Well, how did you guys end up married?" "On the way back, he saw this gondola... and he grabbed my hand and took me on a gondola ride." "It was a spur-of-the-moment thing... and I fell in love with him." "I would like for you to take that woman shopping." "I don't think she wants to go shopping." "Yes, she does." "I think she looks happy in your office." "No, she's not." "Looks like she's made herself at home." "No, she'd rather go shopping." "Dad, I need to talk to you about Snoop." "He wants to shoot his video in the Montecito." "Okay." "Listen." "I'll take care of Snoop." "You take care of her." "Right on." "Well, thanks, big guy." "Come on, Mom, let's go shopping." "Okay." "Thanks, Daddy." "You have fun, honey." "I will." "You took my wallet like a piranha." "(Mike) Hey, there." "Luis just gave us the ballistics report... on the bullets fired at the junkyard." ".380 caliber, fired from a vintage weapon." "[bleeping]" "It's an HK4." "How did you know that?" "The markings left by the extractor." "What, you didn't know that?" "I was responsible for movin' a shipment... when the money was coming through Vegas... and Ronnie Sugar helped me with the deal." "(Perez) Ronnie Sugar!" "Check it upstairs." "Good." "Talk about livin' in the past." "Yeah." "That's what happens when the present leaves you behind." "This guy's got photos of himself... with half the population of Sing Sing." "Still think he's innocent?" "Well, I'll tell you what." "He was half of a wise guy on a good day." "He made a career out of..." "(Perez) Ed!" "...showing up after the last bullet was fired." "Well, looks like he showed up early this time." "He didn't drown?" "No fluid in his lungs." "This guy was dead before he belly-flopped into the pool." "Let me guess." "Poisoned cookies in his stomach?" "Enough sodium fluoroacetate in his system... to kill every retired mobster in Clark County." "My mom always said you shouldn't swim after you eat." "Bruises on his mandible and mastoid, too." "Which means someone force-fed him the cookies." "Not bad." "Death by cookie." "It's a new one, even for me." "That's Vegas, doll." "Woody, if you don't stop gambling, I'm going to break your legs." "You people still do that here?" "The casino doesn't, but I still enjoy it." "Listen, I..." "You just want to get me alone, don't you?" "Be a good cop." "Go upstairs, solve a murder... come back down." "Okay, here's the trick." "Don't gamble when you're feeling lucky." "Gamble when you're feeling really lucky." "Really lucky." "Are you feeling okay?" "I'm fine." "Why?" "You just told a client to stop gambling." "No, I didn't." "You did." "I saw it with my own eyes." "Would you like to keep it on DL, please?" "I feel sorry for him." "He's a civil servant." "Yes, he's also cute and funny." "I think there's a soft spot to Samantha Jane Marquez's heart after all." "Impossible." "Why's that?" "I have no heart." "When my wife hired you... to do our floors... you were supposed to do it in a timely manner." "Now, as I understand it, you're going to need a month." "Maybe two." "Two." "I'm an artist." "I don't just do floors." "I touch them." "I caress them." "I let them speak to me." "I really don't want you to date my floors." "I'd like you to sand 'em and get the hell out of my house." "It's not just the sanding." "Your floors are going to need at least nine coats of stain." "Nine?" "They have suffered years of neglect." "And now it's up to me to save them." "Honestly, I would rather die... than see your floors go through that kind of abuse again." "Well, death can be arranged." "Are you threatening me?" "Gee." "Gee." "I don't know." "I just don't know." "I mean, am I?" "Danny Greenspun, Green Valley Ranch... he's been living in his casino for two months... waiting for me to finish his Brazilian teak." "George Maloof has been camping out at the Palms... while I buff out his ivory maple... and Glenn Schaeffer's stayin' at The Hotel at Mandalay... until I'm done with his Amazon oak." "So, Ed..." "Eddie Baby..." "Edster... you're going to wait your turn just like everybody else." "[snickers] [groaning]" "[coughing]" "(man) Come with me." "(Ed) Hi, honey." "What were you doin'?" "Me?" "Nothin'." "So let me get this straight, you want to shoot your video here... in the main casino?" "It'll be perfect." "Ladies dancin' on top of the tables, my homies shooting dice between their legs." "Yeah, my father will never shut down the casino floor." "Not for anyone." "But, look." "I'll supply the ladies." "Can I have a sip of that?" "For sure, baby." "[phone ringing]" "So, you've figured everything out?" "Yep." "It actually wasn't that hard." "Man, you are starting to get on my nerves." "So, Ronnie runs a swinger's poker game... of which he takes 20% commission off the top." "He also videotapes the winners so he can dabble in mail-order porn... and blackmail, which is what he does to Tommy O'Brien... who carries multiple IDs and a ton of cash, because he's married to multiple women." "One of whom is Madeline Pillsbury... our girl, who also has multiple IDs... because she's a con artist, a thief, and worried she stands to lose millions... if Tommy dies, and her marriage is ruled illegal... because Tommy's already married to Ann Wylie." "So Madeline flies to Vegas... poisons her husband, steals his money back in Boston... promptly returns to Vegas to lure..." "Ronnie into a junkyard in order to finish him... because Ronnie knows about both wives." "But you all showed up." "And Ronnie... armed with a gun, opens fire, hoping to kill Madeline, who escapes in the melee... only to return to Ronnie's house... and force-feed him those dreaded... poisonous chocolate-chip cookies until he dies." "Looks like an Etch-a-Sketch on acid to me." "It still doesn't explain why Madeline would bake poisoned cookies... if she intended on shooting Ronnie." "And how would Madeline know that Ronnie had guns in his house?" "Why would Ronnie think of taking a gun to the junkyard... if he's never used one before?" "Okay, maybe it was Prof. Plum with the wrench in the billiard room." "Security from the Fashion Center... just sent over photos of your suspect." "The Fashion Center recorded Madeline on six different cameras." "(Danny) It was too dark to identify the second person." "So we used a facial recognition program... to extrapolate any relevant shadows." "Hey, Mitch." "When were these taken?" "Three days ago." "(Mike) The computers plot out the dimensions... colors, and textures of each photo and then stitch together the images... into a three-dimensional quilt." "Now we know what to get Nigel for Christmas." "Entering into 3-D." "[bleeping]" "So Madeline stole the weapon." "Now, who did she hand it to?" "(Danny) That's Ann Wylie." "She lied to us." "She knew about Madeline." "Which would make her the person shooting at us at the junkyard." "She and Madeline must've planned the whole thing." "I'll bet neither one of them was his first wife." "Which means neither was entitled to his money." "I think we just solved the case." "Was it as good for you as it was for me?" "Maybe better." "You're flirting." "Moi?" "Over there." "Upstairs." "Nice kick." "You've got five minutes, guys." "Thank you." "Looks like somebody left in a hurry." "And I'm guessing they took the $3 million with them as well." "[soldiers chattering]" "What the..." ""VGT CYB."" "VGT is the airport code for..." "North Las Vegas International Airport." "Just thought you might have thought it was a password or somethin'." "No." "Hey, Ed." "It's Danny." "Listen, I need a flight itinerary... for all private jets headed out of the North Las Vegas Airport... to Gerard-Smith International." "You knew that, too?" "That's good." "Okay." "You know, Mike, you're not the only one who knows the CYB is the Grand Cayman." "Did you also know it was a popular destination for whales?" "For whales who had a big weekend at the tables." "Yes, I know." "Our two suspects are probably headed there now to make a deposit." "You're a lot smarter than you look." "(Danny) I'm smart like a fox." "[airplane roaring]" "So where are we goin'?" "Hold it right there." "We'll pass on the cookies." "I was going to the spa." "Nope." "Floors are done, time to go home, honey." "You're kidding." "No." "Nine coats, all finished." "Fix up the house." "I'll see you tonight." "You didn't have to kill anybody, did you?" "Fortunately not." "Didn't break any limbs?" "Not this time." "How'd you get the floor guy to finish so quickly?" "I made him a great deal." "##[Drop It ike It's Hot playing]" "I know, it's amazing." "Man, look." "I want to thank you for all your help." "Well, I want to thank you." "You know, you're not such a bad guy for a murder suspect." "Well, you're not so bad for a mortician." "I try." "All right." "Travel safe." "I will." "Samantha!" "Samantha!" "So what's the damage?" "How much do I finally owe?" "You signed markers for $93,000." "$93,000?" "$93,000." "Really?" "Really." "Well, sadly, I think I'm short, like... $73,000." "What?" "No." "Woody." "Woody." "No." "Sam, please." "No." "It'll cover it." "Please, let me keep the Viper." "That's fine, just..." "You do realize that the IRS is going to want taxes on the car." "Great." "I'm gonna have to work two months of overtime... to pay for a car I'll never drive." "I'll see you later." "I'm not leaving Vegas empty-handed." "So, I guess I'll be seeing you." "Whatever." "[clears throat]" "Jordan, let's go." "[phone ringing] [door opening]" "Hi." "The floors are perfect." "Really?" "It's amazing." "How about that?" "I see you've taken over your desk." "Well, I'm sorry, honey." "I just assumed you were through with it, aren't you?" "Not quite." "[blinds whirring]" "Look, Jill..." "I got a lot of work to do." "I really do." "All work and no play makes the President a very dull boy." "(Ed) Oh, man." "##[Somewhere Over the Rainbow playing]" "[crickets chirping]" "(Danny) You're not going to believe what I had to do." "I had to kind of go undercover with that Jordan Cavanaugh from Boston." "I heard." "Nothin' happened." "I know." "[sighs]" "You know what flavor..." "I never understood was bubble-gum ice cream." "You know, it just seems so wrong to me." "Bubble-gum ice cream?" "Yeah, sure." "Every once in a while you run into... a chunk of it in the ice cream." "And you can't chew it... because if you do, you can't swallow the ice cream... because if you swallow the ice cream, you could choke to death." "You can always spit it out." "Then why put it in the ice cream in the first place?" "Good question." "So, what're your thoughts on rocky road?" "I'm hip with chocolate and marshmallows." "Yeah?" "Oops." "Sorry about that." "Thank you." "I don't know why, but I love the strip." "Yeah." "Me, too." "And ice cream." "[chuckling] Yeah." "You know, Mary... when we all went for ice cream back in the seventh grade... the whole class might've been there... but the only person that I saw was you." "So is this a date?" "Yeah, I think so." "Not a very expensive date."