"8:00." "So what's next?" "Fire-walking across one of our craps tables?" "What's up, Mike?" "Hey." "Bungee jumping in the wave pool." "We're already planning our next Vegas Fear Factor." "How about you as a contestant?" "Coolest man alive shouldn't have a problem with a couple of goofy stunts." "No, thanks." "Coolest man alive has an image to uphold." "Hello, Joe." "Hey" "Ed, hi." "Hey, Mary." "You remember Lola Ribeira." "She's been a showgirl here for seven years." "Sure." "She wants to know if she can talk to you." "She wouldn't tell me what it's about." "Of course." "Lola." "Come on." "Thank you." "So Mary said you wanted to talk to me." "What's the matter?" "It's my mom." "She's having a problem and I don't know where else to turn." "I know it's not your job." "No, don't worry about that." "What's happening?" "She owns a restaurant, DiGiuseppe's... and now some men are saying that she has to pay them money." "Come on." "She started working there when she first got here from Mexico." "She worked her way up from dishwasher to manager." "It took her 27 years." "And, well, when Mr. DiGiuseppe died... she bought the restaurant from his wife." "And now it's more popular than ever." "So what exactly did these guys say to your mom when they saw her?" "That she has to pay them a certain amount of money every week... so that nothing bad happens to the restaurant." "I understand." "That's called "protection money."" "Basically it's extortion." "It's against the law, and your mom should go to the cops." "They could help..." "No, she can't go to the police." "Why not?" "Why?" "She's not in this country legally." "I'll see you at the clubhouse." "Excuse me, sir." "That could be the ugliest swing I've ever seen." "My swing is ugly?" "That's the first word that came to mind." "So this is how you spend your time now?" "No, I have taken up knitting." "Give me a few weeks, I'll knit you a sweater that looks like it was bought in a store." "So you're not the Repairman anymore." "You are now Frank, a man of leisure." "You know it took me hours to find you." "You need something repaired?" "There's a little shakedown in this joint on Hacienda." "It's called DiGiuseppe's." "DiGiuseppe's." "It's a shakedown at a pizza joint?" "No." "It's not a pizza joint, it's a restaurant." "There's some meathead looking to take down some protection money." "I access government files, I crack computer codes..." "I've engineered coups on four continents." "Yeah, I don't know how you did all that." "I mean, with your brain, I could never figure that out." "How?" "By being a regular guy." "I fly under the radar, try not to make any waves." "I try not to make people nervous." "And you want me to deal with a couple of meatheads... trying to shake down a pizza joint?" "It's a restaurant." "I know it's not as challenging as some of your assignments." "What do I look like?" "Muscle for hire?" "You got biceps the size of tree trunks." "I mean, who the heck would think that?" "Look, here's the thing." "It's the mother of a longtime employee." "Okay?" "So what I'm asking is a favor." "I got a hotel to run, and I'm just asking you to do me a little favor." "All right?" "I got a little advice." "Don't call a man's swing ugly, then ask for a favor." "All right, look." "You and me, let's just take a little ride together." "Just you and me." "We'll have a few laughs, like the old days." "Some fun, I promise." "Come on, what do you say?" "Just don't call me the muscle." "No, I know how you hate that." "Yeah." "So I wouldn't do that." "I do." "So here's what I'm gonna do." "I'm gonna be the muscle." "Oh, boy." "You be the brain." "I like being an intellectual." "How's my favorite Vegas virgin?" "Losing" "Well, the nice thing about luck, it's always changing." "And now out of money." "And this is the part where I get you a line of credit." "Casinos do that?" "Don't move." "You know, I'm a pretty good cook." "You are a pretty good cook?" "Are you forgetting we lived together in Prague for two months?" "How could I forget that?" "Your cooking sucks." "I took courses." "I'm getting better." "Wait a second, you took courses in knitting and in cooking?" "I should divorce Jillian and marry you." "You tryin to say something?" "Hey, perfect." "Listen, I need approval on a line of credit." "Sure." "Eric Nesterenko." "How much do you need, honey?" "$100,000." "No, you need Ed's approval on anything over $50,000." "He told me to talk to you." "Ed told you to talk to me." "Yeah." "This could be a test." "No, Danny, it's not a test." "It's a guy who's lost a lot of money, and wants to stay here... and gamble for five days and hopefully many days to come." "I'm gonna need a bank account number... stock portfolio, real estate deeds, stuff to back it up." "You know that." "I figured you'd be an ass, so here you go." "This is a top priority, so I'm gonna wait here." "Go take care of it for me right now, chop-chop." "Or..." "Please." "Better." "Yeah." "Thanks." "Sam?" "Yeah?" "There's a guy named Eric in Mystique who wants to know... if you have his line of credit yet." "Yeah." "Tell Eric that his line of credit is coming." "Could you speed it up a little bit?" "Do you need my help over there?" "Guys, guess what?" "Nessa is gonna be on Fear Factor." "Nessa?" "Wild, huh?" "Mike told us that Joe Rogan was in town looking... for contestants for the next Fear Factor:" "As Vegas." "They're doing a Battle of the Vegas Hotels." "And we saw him at Bella Sera and she told him that she would do it." "Wait a minute." "He just approved you on the spot?" "Yeah." "Aren't there screeners or producers or someone who has to sign off?" "Apparently not." "Good news." "Guy's worth $3.2 million in stocks." "Thank you." "Nessa's gonna be on Fear Factor." "What?" "Oh, yeah?" "Cool." "Congratulations." "That's great" "Yeah, congratulations." "Let's go." "Really?" "Say "congratulations." Congratulations." "But?" "But what?" "You don't think I can do it." "Nessa Holt, let's be honest." "The most athletic thing you do is wear Jimmy Choos." "And there is no way you'd eat anything that hasn't been prepared at Cordon Bleu." "But, hey, if you think you'll make the Montecito proud... more power to you, sister." "I love it when she's jealous." "So when these fellows asked you for the money... did you get a good look at any of them?" "I'm sorry, no." "They surprised me out back in the dark." "They just said they knew the business was doing well... and the people they represented... would make sure that nothing happened to ruin all the success." "They said someone would stop back in a couple of days." "Did you say anything to them?" "I didn't know what to say." "I just said I wasn't the owner, which is the truth." "All the documents are in my daughter's name because..." "We know." "We're in the process of trying to get you amnesty... so you can become a citizen." "Thank you." "That means so much to me." "Meantime, my friend Frank here is gonna put up some surveillance cameras." "Okay?" "You got a nice place here." "Nice." "That equipment will allow us to see what's going on here from the Montecito." "From the bottom of my heart, I thank you." "Hey, it's no problem." "Is that Tiramisu on the cart over there?" "I'll get you a piece." "Thank you, I'm famished." "I know what you're trying to do." "What?" "You brought me here because you know she's a nice lady... and I'd feel bad for her because these meatheads are shaking her down." "All right, I do feel bad for her." "So, basically, I was right." "Yeah, this'll be a quick fix." "Now you listen to me." "Just..." "If you happen, just happen to be here while these guys come in... don't go crazy, please." "No lessons." "You can trust me." "Good." "Hey." "Hey." "Have you seen Eric?" "No." "He was supposed to meet me for his craps tutorial 40 minutes ago." "Maybe he had a late night." "Eric!" "Eric, it's Sam." "I left my favorite panties inside." "You know how it is." "He left at 4:12 p.m." "You think another casino host nabbed him?" "No, that's impossible." "He's a first-timer." "He's not even on the radar." "He took us for $100,000." "If he cashed in without playing, I think I'd have been notified." "Really, Sherlock?" "Why don't you explain this to me then?" "Just, give me Video I.Q. On this guy, would you?" "Play the last five times he appears." "Before this." "He's getting money." "Before this." "See, that's just what I was afraid of." "He has this doofus cash-in for him." "Before this." "Good." "I'm glad he found time to get laid while he was ripping us off." "Before this." "This is your fault." "You approved the credit line." "You asked me to do it." "All right?" "You have all his account information, so you get the money back." "It will be your..." "Hey." "Nice." "Somebody loves you." "What's this, walnut?" "Maple." "Maple." "So, what's going on?" "Maria okay?" "Yeah." "I sent her home until I figure out where to put the surveillance equipment." "Any of those bag men show up?" "No." "You know this is gonna cost." "Of course it's gonna cost." "What do you think?" "I expect it to come out of your pocket?" "What do you figure?" "Two hundred." "Two hundred?" "What, are you getting it off the back of a truck?" "That's thousand." "That's thousand?" "Are you getting it from the Pentagon?" "This isn't a government job." "I'm looking to catch a couple meatheads." "Without the lesson, that's all." "Something simple." "Yeah." "What do you got fishhooks in your pocket?" "I don't want a TV station." "I just want a closed-circuit camera." "Catch the guys on tape." "I think there might be a guy working at the 7-Eleven who'd be a better fit for this job." "Now, you see?" "See, you're taking it all wrong, Frank." "I need you for your people skills." "I'm pretty good with people." "Yeah." "Communication-wise." "Yes, you are." "Okay, you got me." "There you go." "Tightwad." "Danny, I agree." "It's possible this Nesterenko violated an implied oral contract." "I don't want to hear any lawyer talk, Cathy, please." "Okay, simple English." "He hasn't done anything wrong." "For all we know, he went to the Grand Canyon for a few days." "His only legal obligation vis-à-vis the money is to repay it... or make arrangements to repay it by the time of his scheduled check-out." "Which is four days from now." "He left without checking out." "I'm not telling you not to look for him." "I'm simply saying that, technically, the $100,000 isn't in arrears yet." "Ed is not a big fan of "technically," especially when there's been a screw-up." "Believe me." "That's true." "Want my non-legal opinion?" "Yes." "Find this guy." "This Nesterenko paid twenty dudes to cash in his chips for him... but the amounts were small enough so that nobody in the cages got suspicious." "There's his information." "Video I.Q. Didn't turn up anything... which means he was either never in the military... he altered his appearance, or he..." "Doesn't have a record." "Eric Nesterenko." "There was an Eric Nesterenko that was center... for the Chicago Blackhawks back in the '60s." "What an amazing coincidence, Mike." "I believe it was the '65/'66 campaign that was his best year." "15 goals, 25 assists." "I know." "As with most other topics, my sports knowledge... is far more extensive than you may have imagined." "And, yes, there are brothers who like hockey." "Just focus, please." "Well, my friend, that $3.2 million portfolio is gone." "What?" "Yep." "Do you have any idea where the stocks were transferred?" "Well, they weren't transferred anywhere." "He sold them." "Cashed out yesterday." "Run his address and Social Security Number." "Social's a phony." "And his home address, 1800 West Madison, Chicago, is a parking lot." "Although if I recall correctly, and I usually do... that's the site of the old Chicago Stadium... where Eric Nesterenko played." "Now that is a coincidence." "I'm gonna find him, and I'm gonna punish him." "Hey, well, at least it's all Sam's fault." "It is Sam's fault." "You tell Ed that when you see him." "It's a joke, playboy." "All right, we're all set." "So instead of watching it live from the Montecito... we're gonna be making video tapes, all right?" "I get to use my people skills." "Mr. Frank, he's gonna act as the owner." "That's right." "I got a table right over there, real nice one." "What's good on the menu?" "Everything is good." "Merlot, rum and Coke, coming right up." "Something like that?" "Yes, perfect." "Yeah, he's quite skilled." "As a matter of fact, if you have any specialties... that you might be pushing, he's an excellent salesman." "He's good at that." "He just goes that extra mile." "Heck of a guy." "Listen, make sure the camera's working, okay?" "See you there, Botcha Galoop." "Trent Barret?" "Danny McCoy with the Montecito." "Yeah?" "Can I talk to you for a minute?" "About what?" "Now, up." "The guy came up to me and said he'd give me $100 to cash in some chips." "I mean, you gonna turn that down?" "Did he say why he couldn't cash them in himself?" "No, dude, he said $100." "Two zeroes." "How many times a guy will come up to you and flash $100 for 20 seconds work?" "Why would I ask questions?" "Only question I got is how I get the gig full time." "Know what I'm saying?" "Get out of here." "Well, we're not in Kansas anymore, are we, Polly?" "Larry." "Push in on that little tattoo on her hip." "Good news or bad news?" "Bad." "I don't think housekeeping's room wipe-down is rigorous enough." "Good news." "I found 18 sets of prints in Nesterenko's suite... and since the only people in there during his stay were him and his friend..." "Did you run the prints?" "I got hits on 16 of them." "Criminal record on one, but that guy just started an extended stay at Folsom... so that leaves 15." "So we find those 15 people?" "Well, that might take a while." "Which is why I'm gonna get a little information on his friend here." "Connie." "Danny McCoy at the Montecito." "Good, I'm good." "Listen, I'm looking for an escort." "Her name is Polly Craven from Kansas." "She's got a little tattoo on her hip with an arrow pointing..." "I never said that she was one of yours, but I know how resourceful you are." "Atta girl." "Hold on one second." "Thank you." "I owe you." "No." "I got to go." "Personally, I never need directions." "Excuse me." "Sorry." "Hi, Joe." "Hi, Delinda." "Listen, Joe, I'm not coming to you as a friend." "I'm coming to you as a Fear Factor supporter." "Okay." "Nessa Holt would not be a good contestant." "She wouldn't?" "Physically soft, finicky eater." "I, on the other hand, swim one mile a day and have under 6% body fat." "Dead silkworm cereal." "Fermented squid guts." "Yummy!" "And to top it off:" "Pig rectum." "Just because I can." "Now, I realize, Joe... that people on the show have eaten these things before... but my question to you is... have they done it in full-on Catherine Malandrino?" "I don't think so." "Me, neither." "Will you excuse me for one second?" "Thanks." "I was gonna sit in your chair, but I figured it's rigged... with some kind of ass-recognition sensor... and I didn't want to set off alarms and blow myself up." "That thing at the restaurant is all taken care of." "Done deal." "The guy came back?" "Yeah, he came back." "He wanted to talk to the owner." "I said, "I am the owner, and I don't need your protection services anymore."" "That was it?" "That was it." "You know, sometimes people just got to hear you say, "No."" "Did you get it on tape?" "Yeah, it's in the machine." "It's not much to look at." "Voila." "I had a little time." "I went in the kitchen, started messing around a little bit." "Little of this, little of that." "You tell me that's not the best manicotti you ever had in your life." "Tell me that." "Just spit it out." "Did I tell you no lessons?" "I got swept up in the moment." "What do you think?" "It's okay." "Too much oregano." "Come on." "No." "You asked my opinion." "Oh, excuse me." "This is my very dear friend Frank." "My name?" "Sarasvati." "I brought in the quarterly report." "Thank you." "I'll leave it on your desk." "Very nice to meet you." "Bon voyage." "You didn't tell me you had an Indian princess working here, pal." "She's our number cruncher." "You think you could, you know..." "Could I fix you up with her?" "Definitely." "I got this instantaneous thing with her that cannot be denied." "Excuse me." "Just..." "Yeah?" "Little trouble at DiGiuseppe's." "They just came in and threw everything all over." "They pushed me against the wall." "My arm is still hurting." "Listen, Maria, I'm gonna get security guards for the front and back." "Wait, excuse me, honey, okay?" "Jeez." "What?" "No security, no guards, no surveillance, no nothing, all right?" "I want to deal with this punk myself." "Hold it." "This bum is probably an errand boy." "We got to find the boss." "And you can't keep rearranging his face like that." "I'm not gonna rearrange his face." "I'm gonna kill him." "You got to stop." "I said that for effect." "Funny." "I'm cool." "Well, I'll tell you what." "If you're not cool, forget the date with Sarasvati." "You'd do that?" "Absolutely." "Cool as a cucumber." "Okay." "So, this is the clearest shot we have of his face." "Put it right-side up." "Let's see you get Frank's meat hook off of there." "Rebuild the rest of his face." "Run down what you got on this guy." "You talk to Sara?" "You know, the one I like?" "When would I have been able to talk to her?" "When?" "I'm just reminding you." "The guy's name is Jerry Garret." "He's got a record for BE... distribution of stolen property, and assault." "Last known address, Berea, Ohio." "Like I told you, an errand boy." "Let's see some outside video." "See if you can pull the number off the license plate." "Well, it's Nevada plates, but I can only give you the first three digits." "Eight, two, six." "All right, how about the VIN?" "I can give you the last five digits." "Four, three W-B-A." "Now you cross-reference and we got our guy." "Saravassi." "Close." "Car is registered to a Pat Suggs, Henderson address." "Come on, let's take a ride out to Henderson." "Come on." "Well, how do you..." "What, is it Sarasavatti?" "You're the one who called my swing ugly." "Like you're an authority on that, right?" "Well, I'm basically..." "Whoa." "What?" "There she is." "Now, come on." "We got stuff to do." "Hey, wait a minute." "My private life comes first, all right?" "Because at the end of your life, all you've got are your memories." "What did you just say?" "Memories." "How long can it take, right?" "Hi." "How are you, Sarasvati?" "I'm fine, Mr. Deline." "Good." "I was wondering, do you happen to remember Frank my friend?" "We met him up at my office." "Yes." "Listen, I know this is something a boss should not do." "And if you're not interested... there are absolutely no repercussions whatsoever, I promise." "But he was just wondering..." "I mean, providing you have no boyfriend or anything." "He was just wondering if you'd be willing maybe to go out on a date with him?" "He was just wondering that." "Mr. Deline, I know he's your friend and all... but, I'm just not that blind-date kind of a girl." "Well, it's not, you know, not a "date" date." "I mean, something just much more casual." "Like, coffee." "I mean, he's really a nice guy." "I'm sure he is." "Would you go with us?" "You mean like a chaperone thing?" "Not a chaperone." "Two colleagues going to get some coffee with a friend of a colleague... and very casual." "Yeah." "I think I could work something like that out." "Yeah?" "Great." "Well, thanks a lot." "You're welcome." "Let's go." "Mission accomplished." "Yeah!" "So, we're all gonna have coffee together." "What, do you mean "us," like in "you"?" "That's great." "I want to date you, right?" "She's a very old-fashioned kind of girl, okay?" "You're disappearing by the second cup." "Polly Craven." "Danny McCoy, Montecito security." "No." "Look, I don't..." "I'm not here about what you do." "I'm here looking for some information... about a client that you entertained at our hotel Tuesday morning." "Fourteenth floor, would have gone by the name of Eric." "Yeah." "I remember." "But if I start giving out client information, I won't have many clients." "Well, you won't have any clients if I have you banned from every hotel on the Strip." "What information?" "We're looking for something that he might have touched." "He touched both of these." "Do you want to touch them?" "Something with his prints on it." "Wait here." "Okay." "Other than Polly's, there are four sets..." "Any matches to the 15 we found in Nesterenko's room?" "If you'd let me finish my sentence, yes, one match." "Looks like Eric Nesterenko from Chicago... is really Kellen Phillips from San Diego." "Anything else?" "Yeah." "What?" "One of the other sets of prints on these cuffs belongs to Gunther." "What, that surprises you?" "The man prepares food, Danny." "Joe." "Hey." "Hi." "Hi." "Hey." "Sam." "Remember?" "We met last year." "Yeah, I remember." "Hi." "What's up?" "Hi, how are you?" "Listen, do you got about five minutes?" "I want to show you something." "Okay." "Yes, Nessa's fake accent is cute... and Delinda is very athletic." "But you and I both know the true essence of Fear Factor." "Don't we?" "Visuals." "You make a couple of very good points." "I don't see the car." "I got a date." "...and up." "As you go down, try and lift that back toe up just a bit." "Sorry." "I'm sorry, we're looking for a Pat Suggs." "That's me." "Watch your balance." "Takes a little balance." "A couple more." "Is it possible that a man, a younger man... could've been driving your car a couple days ago... near a restaurant called DiGiuseppe's?" "That'd be my boy, Denver." "He's had that car darn near three weeks." "You know what he told me?" "The reason he needed it?" ""I'm going down to Fremont Street Experience."" "I told him he'd like the MM store better." "I've been there." "You see, I retired out here a few years ago." "On the whole, I like it." "Except, when I moved out, I had never been here in the summer..." "I know." "Yeah, pretty stupid." "Anyway, the first time it had hit 110..." "Ma'am!" "Do you know where Denver is?" "Are you kidding?" "If I knew, I'd have my car back." "I drove it out here and it did pretty good, too." "My neighbor told me it'd take me three days." "Well, I figured, why push it?" "No slouching." "For the door." "Take the energy up even more." "Give me a bounce!" "Now, if you can't bounce, don't." "I think I cracked that Eric Nesterenko, Kellen Phillips nut." "Found him?" "No." "But I got a pretty solid theory." "I got a theory for you." "He stole from us." "Listen, no." "I think he was parking stocks." "That's the colloquial term for temporarily holding someone else's stock... then agreeing to return it at a pre-set price." "Are you listening?" "Let's say you're about to get divorced... you don't want your soon-to-be-ex to know how much you're worth." "So you pay someone to park the stock for a while." "Guy's about to take over a company." "Boring." "Kellen Phillips never purchased stock for more than a few thousand dollars." "Now suddenly he has $3 million in a phony account... which he unloads after a month's time." "That's an interesting theory, but until we find this guy, who cares?" "Ed certainly isn't gonna care when he finds out I got taken for $100,000." "Parking a stock is a two-man game." "Whoever got Phillips to park the stock... damn sure would know where to find him." "We find that guy, we find Phillips." "So find him." "Already did." "Name's Ron Redfield, also of San Diego." "So that whole explanation, that whole speech, what was that?" "Just to waste my time?" "No, it's part of my mental training regimen." "Fridays, I like to work the left side of my cerebrum." "I'll be in San Diego." "And if Ed asks, just tell him something." "He doesn't know anything about this, just tell him something else." "I'm just supposed to make something up?" "Lie to our boss?" "It's left-brain activity." "Make that part of your workout." "Don't mock me." "Don't mock what I do, Danny." "What the hell are you doing?" "Sarasvati's not gonna meet us for an hour." "I just wanted to reserve a nice, secluded table." "You're right." "It's much more romantic here than it would be over there." "Yeah." "Look, my friend called me from State, and they granted amnesty to Maria." "You know, on that immigration thing." "That's great." "Yeah." "Hey." "Who invited you?" "Yeah, it's Frank." "Yeah, I know who this is." "You're the guy with the funny hair that dented the bar with his face." "Yeah." "Really?" "I told Maria to give my number to anybody who calls, and that's you-know-who:" "Jerry." "What did he say?" "He said, did I see what he did to the food?" "And I said, "Yeah, I did, of course."" "And he goes, "It's gonna get worse the next time."" "I said, "Oh, really?" And if we don't pay up, serious cash, it's gonna get even heavier." "I said, "Ooh."" "And, he wants to meet us there in about an hour." "Now that Maria has citizenship, we can call the cops." "Yeah, let them handle it." "Right." "Plus, if we took care of it..." "I'm afraid you'd have to reschedule your date." "Wait a minute, wait." "Just so you know, rescheduling a date can get a little dicey." "It can get very dicey." "What are you doing?" "Don't." "I want to talk about it." "It could get very dicey." "Don't take the watch off." "The car is out back." "What do you think?" "It's good." "It's better." "Listen, is this guy gonna be here within an hour?" "It's better." "You think it's better?" "I said it's better, yeah." "You know how I changed it?" "I didn't." "Same oregano, same cheese, same plate." "In case you get out of hand." "Who's he?" "Me?" "I'm just someone who knows that my friend over here can get a little out of control." "And we apologize for those bruises." "Say "I'm sorry," Frank." "Sorry." "But the truth be told, your friends were a little out of control as well... because we lost a week's worth of food." "A whole week." "I heard about that." "Not very nice." "We don't want to cause any more trouble." "What's it gonna cost you to go away?" "I saw the surveillance camera outside." "That's a good idea." "Good crime deterrent." "One could hope so, yes." "Yeah, but it means no business gets transacted here, right?" "So meet me at this address." "In an hour." "Okay." "You better, change your only date shirt." "Bon appétit." "I lost my appétit." "Come on." "Leave it alone." "We'll eat later." "No, I'm eating it on the way." "You must be Ron Redfield." "Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?" "Where's Kellen Phillips?" "Get him out of here." "Come on, let's go." "You know about the Williams Act, Ron?" "You think this is a joke?" "It says that it's illegal to park stocks." "Tell me where he is maybe I won't report you." "No." "I don't know what this is about." "I'll explain the whole thing." "Just give me three good sets." "Kellen." "Hey." "Do I know you?" "I'm from the Montecito in Vegas." "You owe us $100,000." "Listen, I'm really sorry about that." "So is this what you spent $100,000 on?" "Yeah." "That money and a little bit more." "You mean the money that you were paid for parking stocks?" "The money you gambled to get our attention?" "I'm sorry, man." "I never had a really tight whip." "And I had all those stocks, I knew that there was a good chance... that they'd hook me up with a line of credit." "Well, at least you got to drive it around for a few hours." "Look, I really want you to get your money back... but I already put a couple of hundred miles on it." "I don't think that I'd get what I paid." "So what do you think we should do about that?" "We could sell your car." "I have a rental." "Right on time." "Okay, payment's a grand a week." "If you don't got it on you." "No." "You might have it covered." "I think I got five on me here." "I got five." "You got five?" "Yeah, I think I might have $500." "Wait a second." "I got you covered, but wait a minute." "Didn't you say... that this punk was an errand boy?" "Yes, I did." "They didn't learn, did they?" "They must be thick in the skull or something." "We don't deal with errand boys." "That's correct." "Incoming!" "That was good." "I'm tired, man." "I'm really tired." "Are you?" "Yeah." "Thank you." "Your mother wants her car back." "I want to talk to your boss, please." "You know, when I first saw you, I knew you was gonna be real..." "Ed." "Hey, Tony." "So this is your operation?" "You guys know each other." "Ed runs the Montecito." "It's the best joint in town." "I used to stay there till I bought this place." "Couldn't take those cold winters back East." "So you got something to do with this restaurant?" "Yeah." "Belongs to a friend of mine." "Any friend of yours is a friend of mine." "Okay." "We'll leave it alone." "See, my question is this, the people that we know together in Cleveland... do they know that you're freelancing out here?" "Because, you know, I don't think they'd like it." "I don't like it." "Hey, come on." "It ain't like the old days." "If you're gonna be living out here... you got to start practicing some good citizenship." "I mean, that's just friendly advice." "If it's friendly, how come you brought your muscle?" "I'm not the muscle." "Oh, yeah?" "Well, what are you?" "He's my brother." "You don't look like brothers." "We get that a lot, actually." "Well, behave yourself, Tony." "Come on, bro." "He said the "muscle" word." "He said the "muscle" word." "No, like, from the beginning." "I did hear right." "The "M" word." ""M" as in "muscle."" "Who's that?" "D. Hey." "Who's the girl in the bad shoes?" "Lisa." "She works at Mystique." "Look who she's leaving with." "Figures." "She was all over Danny two weeks ago." "Wait." "Is this our Fear Factor girl?" "Hey." "Hi." "I'm heading back to LA." "I just want to say thanks for everything." "You guys know Lisa?" "Yeah." "Hi." "Hi." "Delinda, I'm not scheduled to work for the next couple of days... but I'll be back for my shift on Tuesday." "Okay." "Have fun." "So, am I still going to be a contestant?" "I think that Joe has changed his mind." "Right, Joe?" "Did you guys think that I pick the contestants?" "Because I don't have anything to do with that." "I mean, if I chose the contestants..." "I might, you know, use that to my advantage." "It might be a little too tempting." "Yeah." "And why didn't you tell us that?" "I don't know." "I mean... you were all so very entertaining." "Especially you." "Anyway, I'm sure I'll be back to visit Lisa." "That's nice." "That's romantic." "Take it easy." "See you next week!" "Great shoes." "If a stripper was wearing them." "I don't even like that show." "Me, neither." "I hear they eat pig rectum on that show." "I wonder what that's like?" "Actually, it's not so bad." "Sammy, I found Eric, who turned out to be Kellen." "Did you get the money back?" "Yeah." "Sort of." "I'm sorry about that postponement." "We had some business to take care of." "Not a problem." "We'll reschedule." "Maybe just the two of us." "I know how busy Mr. Deline's job keeps him." "Well, I'm busy, too." "But I think you and I going out together... that's a much better idea." "Yeah?" "Absolutely." "Okay." "Okay." "Unbelievable." "Come here." "Yeah, what?" "Just because she said I was busy, it doesn't mean she thinks you're not." "Why are you so damn defensive?" "I'm just telling her something about myself." "That's not defensive." "No, it isn't..." "Hi." "Excuse me, Mr. Deline?" "Thank you so much for everything that you've done." "My mom is so relieved." "It's my great pleasure." "And my friend Frank here, he had a lot to do with it, actually." "Hi, how are you?" "I had a lot to do with this." "Yes, I heard of you." "Well, thank you very much." "Oh, my pleasure." "Anytime." "Well, have a good day." "You, too." "Bye." "Bye-bye." "It's too bad Maria's daughter is so unattractive." "Will you stop, already?" "I think I could get a job around here." "My Maintenance Department's all staffed up." "No, forget that." "How about this?" ""Frank the Repairman's Mouthwatering Manicotti."" "Give me a place over there in the food court." "Can't miss." "Listen to me I told you, your manicotti was better." "Yeah." "I lied." "It wasn't."