Las Vegas s03e13 Episode Script
The Bitch Is Back
A.
S.
U.
Arizona State fans? Oh, no, man.
U.
S.
A.
! Of course.
If you're here to see the U.
S.
snowboarding team, they don't arrive until tomorrow.
But you gotta have your shirts on inside the casino.
Those are the rules.
Okay.
What a babe.
I love Vegas! Wow.
Wow.
Wow.
Hot date? Yeah, you could say that.
Well, who's the lucky fella? James Harpel.
One of the whales from J.
W.
McKeller's black book.
I've been trying to get him as a client for years.
Well, I don't see how any man could say no to you in that dress.
Hey, word is Paul Logan's in town.
Paul Logan? Paul Logan? Number one host in Macao.
Yeah, Macao, Monte Carlo.
But not Vegas.
No, not Vegas.
Mr.
Taylor, if you're missing personal property, we can call security, but- I'm telling you, I ain't payin' for this room, not after what happened to me in there.
Excuse me.
What's going on around here? There's a ghost in my room.
And she's a thief.
I'm sorry.
There's a what? She took my money clip right off the nightstand.
It was silver, with my initials - R.
P.
T.
And there was You're saying that someone stole your money- Not someone, something.
I get back to my room, and I see this dark-haired woman sorta hovering on my bed.
- Hovering? - Yes, hovering.
Next thing I know, she's gone and so is my money clip.
You oughta comp my stay and reimburse me what she stole.
That's him.
That's the guy who walked out on his check at Mystique.
All right, you owe her Did you intend to pay for any part of your stay here? See, this gentleman thinks that we should comp his room because it was haunted by a ghost thief.
- Delinda.
! - Wolfgang.
! What a surprise to see you.
Ed.
Hey, Wolf.
We weren't expecting you until tomorrow.
I wanted to get here early to make sure everything is perfect for the grand opening tomorrow night.
"Wolfgang Puck at the Montecito.
" Has a good ring to it, don't you think so? I think so.
Wow.
Just rolls off the tongue.
Ed, let's go.
Where we going? - In the kitchen.
I so don't need this right now.
On top of Wolfgang's opening tomorrow, I get a tip the health department's inspecting Mystique this week.
Don't worry.
You'll be fine.
- Pay up.
You heard her.
So you gonna pay your bill and leave nicely or is this gonna get ugly? There you go.
Can you believe this guy actually thought he was gonna get a free room by saying it was haunted? He said the ghost was a dark-haired woman, right? Uh, no.
I think he said the ghost was a ghost.
Oh.
Maybe it was Monica.
What, stopping dine-and-dashers from the great beyond? There are more things in heaven and earth, Danny.
Danny McCoy.
Really.
Uh-huh.
Okay.
Uh, yeah, we'll be right up, sir.
That was the Burkes, at the new Montecito residences.
The new owners of Monica's condo? Yeah.
They say it's haunted.
d Boy,you feelin'lucky tonight d d Roll the dice again and let it ride d d Let it ride Let it ride d d You gonna do this one more time d d Hit me again and let it ride d d Let it ride Let it ride d d Are you gonna play tonight d d'Cause Lady Luck is right by your side d d By your side By your side d d Gonna do this one more time d d Hit me again and let it ride d d Let it ride, let it ride Let it ride, let it ride dd Hmm.
No visible dirt, but- Maureen? Yeah.
Send this to the lab for bacterial analysis.
Thank you.
Mm-hmm.
Cleanliness, people.
You can never be too sure.
Word on the street there's a new inspector at the health department, and he's wicked hard-core.
We need our " A" game, people.
Now we all know Mystique has a perfect inspection record to uphold.
So, yes, I'm talking about a sanitary food preparation environment.
But I'm also talking about something bigger.
I'm talking about pride.
Okay, on to the walk-in.
Let's monitor those cold-holding temperatures.
Thanks for coming.
I just- I didn't know what to do.
It's freezing.
What do you guys got the A.
C.
on, high? That's part of the problem.
Yeah, take a look at this.
Got the heater turned all the way up, but- But still this ungodly chill.
With all due respect, Mr.
and Mrs.
Burke, Just because your thermostat's broken doesn't mean that there's a ghost in your suite.
It's not just the thermostat.
The last few nights, the lights, the TV, they turn on and off without us doing anything.
We haven't slept a wink.
I knew it was a mistake to buy this place furnished.
It's spooky.
It's like her presence is still here.
Look, uh- I know there's probably a logical explanation for all this.
But my wife, she's a little superstitious, you understand.
Of course.
Of course.
Well, lucky for you my friend Mike here is an expert at this stuff.
Mike, you wanna take a look at the thermostat? I'll call Maintenance.
Or - Or maybe you couldjust check it out before Maintenance gets here.
And risk angering a restless spirit? No, no, no.
No, no, no.
That's not how I roll.
Okay.
Uh- I'm sorry for the inconvenience.
Mr.
and Mrs.
Burke.
We will-We will send somebody up right away.
Thanks very much.
Okay.
Oh, and could you tell Maintenance to take a look at the shower door while they're here? I got stuck in there this morning.
No problem.
Did you hear that? Did you hear that? The shower door? In the same shower door where Monica was stuck? In the same bathroom where her ashes were flushed down the toilet? You really are superstitious? I just figured fixing a thermostat was beneath you.
Superstitious? No.
Spiritual? Yes.
I grew up in my grandmother's house, Danny.
And when she died, strange things started happening.
Footsteps when there was no one there.
Light turning on and off.
Temperature suddenly dropping with no explanation.
Thought that you were a man of science.
I am.
But I also know that there are things in life that even science can't explain.
Okay.
Carter.
Any messages for me? Uh, no, Ms.
Marquez, no messages.
There's nothing from Mr.
Harpel? Nothing.
Danny here? Do you see him? What about Ed? It's kind of urgent.
One of my whales disappeared.
I can help you.
I should probably talk to Danny.
I can do anything he can do.
Probably more.
- Really? - Oh, uh, really.
Can you find Mr.
Harpel? The guy you were supposed to meet earlier? Mm-hmm.
You sure he didn't just stand you up? Or maybe Paul Logan swooped in and yanked him from your clutches.
I knew this was too serious for you to understand.
Hey, Danny.
It's Sam.
I need to talk to you right away.
Hey.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Sam, hang it up.
Hang it up.
Why don't I just run a search on his credit card? Mmm.
Smart.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
- James W.
Harpel? - Mm-hmm.
Looks like he opened up a tab at Pure about an hour ago.
Thank you.
That reverse psychology stuff? That's cheating, Sam.
Uh-huh.
If you ain't cheatin', you ain't tryin', Mike.
Damn.
Hey.
You guys see this? "Mancuso menaces Montecito.
Ghost of former owner haunts hotel.
" What the hell is this? I don't know.
Maybe that guy Taylor went to the press.
What, because we made him pay what he owed? Well, if he thought the story was gonna hurt us, he was wrong.
Bookings are way up.
Haunted hotels- quite popular apparently.
Quite popular apparently? Oh, yeah.
Yeah, at a lot of places, a famous ghost is a huge draw.
Like the, um, the Hotel del Coronado in San Diego, or the Maison de Ville in New Orleans.
That's ridiculous.
Everyone knows there's no such thing as ghosts.
Ow! Oh! Honey, you okay? You okay? What happened? Ow.
My shoe.
What? Aren't those shoes you got at the sale where Monica- Yes.
Still breaking 'em in, I guess.
Whoa.
Wait.
You bought those shoes where she died? They were on sale.
Yes.
Now? Oh, my God.
I'll be right there.
The health inspector, he's here.
Weird.
What's wrong? Nothing's wrong.
That's just it.
It's freezing in here.
I know.
But nothing appears to be wrong with the thermostat.
And I couldn't find anything wrong with the lights and the TV either.
Okay.
So what is it? Something strange is going on in this suite, Danny.
Not you too.
Come on, Don.
Thirty-nine degrees.
Your, uh, dairy storage is exemplary, Delinda.
I bet you say that to all the girls.
Whoa.
Sorry.
Well, filters clean.
Ventilation good.
Everything looks perfect.
So, uh, we passed? Oh, with flying colors.
I'm not supposed to reveal that until the official report is issued.
It'll be our little secret.
Okay, so- Just-Just one more thing.
What's that? Um, I was wondering if you might have dinner with me some evening? Oh, Mr.
Ackerman.
Oh, no.
Call meJerry, please.
Jerry.
It's a lovely offer, but I'm afraid I'm gonna have to decline.
It's just I don't really like mixing business with pleasure.
You know, it just wouldn't be professional.
And we're nothing if not professionals.
Exactly.
Well, I- Good evening.
Can I borrow your knife? - There you go.
- Thanks.
"Mancuso menaces Montecito.
" I told you our suite was haunted.
It is not haunted.
They're trying to sell newspapers.
Mr.
Deline, my wife has had to endure tremendous pain and suffering, and the way I see it, you and the Montecito Corporation had a legal obligation to disclose the presence of that ghost before we purchased the residence.
It was clearly a pre-existing condition.
But, you know, I'm thinking you're gonna have hell finding a judge to hear this particular case.
Well, I'm hoping that legal action won't be necessary.
"A ghost ruined my condo"? I would actually pay to hear that testimony.
Well, as I said, I'm hoping that legal action won't be necessary.
You know, I'm getting this, uh- this feeling that, uh, there's a dollar figure in your already ghost-ravaged brain that would make this all go away, am I correct? Yeah.
Well, I think it would be reasonable to refund the purchase price plus a hundred thousand dollars.
Plus- Plus a hundred thousand dollars? Yes.
For our pain and suffering and inconvenience.
I am going to fix this little problem in your suite as soon as I possibly can.
And in the meantime, I will put you both up at this beautiful hotel free of charge.
Now, I'd take that before I change my mind.
Good.
Bye-bye.
Hey, Danny.
Listen, I'm telling you there's something not right about those two.
You mean something besides the fact that they believe in ghosts? I don't know.
Just check 'em out, all right? I already did.
Neither one of them has so much as a speeding ticket, much less a criminal record.
You don't think the guy that lost the money clip was in with them or something? Could be.
I'll look into it.
Yeah, because there's something strange.
I just got this- this feeling, you know, that something's not right.
Maybe it's like a sixth sense, I think.
Mr.
Harpel.
Hi.
I'm so sorry.
I thought we were supposed to meet at Opus.
My mistake.
Nice dress.
Oh, thank you.
Samantha Marquez, I presume.
Logan.
Paul Logan.
At last we meet.
Excuse us for a moment.
I'm not sure how they do things where you're from, but here, stealing people's clients is considered bad form.
Stealing? Far as I know, Harpel was never your client.
Mmm.
Right.
Okay.
Look, you stay out of Vegas, and we'll be fine.
Come now, Samantha.
If your clients are truly happy, then I pose no threat.
But when your service is less than exemplary, like with Mr.
Harpel there, who I'm sure would have met you at the appointed time had you only picked him up yourself in a jet, as I did, then you become vulnerable to competition.
Oh, see, now you don't have to teach me how to service my clients.
I happen to be the number one host in Las Vegas.
A meaningless distinction.
What? You might be number one at the moment, but you've never had to compete with the best.
Now that I'm here, you won't be on top for long.
Wanna bet? A friendly wager might be in order.
Hmm.
What do you propose? I bet that I can bring in more money than you can in the next 24 hours.
And we'll even do it on your home turf, the Montecito.
Nice.
And the winner would say that she- Or he.
would be Vegas's best.
Why don't we make it interesting? Please.
Winner gets bragging rights, loser leaves town.
Deal? Deal.
Hey.
Is that the infamous Paul Logan I see at blackjack 22? Yep.
He seems so- Stupid? I was gonna say sophisticated.
That's no sophisticated, that's British.
Don't be confused.
Right.
What's he doing in Vegas? Losing a bet.
Huh? I bet him I could bring in more money than him in the next 24 hours.
Loser leaves Vegas for good.
Oh, Sam, are you sure that's wise? The guy is a legend.
Thanks for the vote of confidence.
You know what I mean.
I'm the number one casino host in Las Vegas, no matter who my competition is.
Right.
Anyway, I have an ace up my sleeve, so I can't lose.
An ace? Mm-hmm.
Mr.
Wu.
He plays at least a million a visit.
That sounds like an ace.
Mm-hmm.
Mr.
Wu, hi.
Let's get you to a table.
I don't think so, Sam.
Uh, is there a problem? I'll say.
You have a ghost? Oh, the ghost.
That's absurd.
Absurd? The spirits of my ancestors are with me always, Sam.
Are you calling them absurd? No, absolutely not, sir.
I meant no disrespect.
It's just - Either way, it's bad luck to gamble under the same roof as a restless spirit.
Good-bye.
Let's go.
Mr.
Wu? Wow.
Looks like your ace just folded.
Gotta hand it to Monica.
What? Even death can't keep that bitch from ruining my life.
Hey, check that out.
Camera R29.
It keeps flicking on and off.
Maybe it's a monitor problem.
Can you switch the feed? Yep.
Nope, looks like it's the camera.
Isn't that about where Monica flew off the- What, you think maybe her ghost is trying to communicate with us? Like Morse code? Short, short, long- That's " Mike.
" Short, long, long, long- " Is.
" "Mike is going to die.
" That's very funny.
Whoo, yeah.
- Why don't you go check it out? - Why don't you? Or maybe you're scared.
Takes a strong man to admit his fears.
Fine.
I'll go myself.
What's going on? Mr.
Harpel is playing every table at the high-roller pit, hundred thousand a hand.
That's way above pattern, even for him.
Mmm.
It stings, doesn't it? You have no idea.
Cézanne.
You have a good eye.
Harpel is a collector.
Yes, I am aware of the fact that Harpel's a collector.
So you bought him a Cézanne to get him to gamble? Not fair.
Fair? That's a quaint American notion.
You realize you're going to have to subtract the cost of this painting from your clients' total winnings, which is going to make it next to impossible for you to win our little bet.
What is that? Hmm? Is that the scent of desperation? Understandable, I suppose, the way Harpel's been playing.
I'd guess I'm up on you by at least half a million.
Oh, I doubt that.
Anyway, I didn't buy the painting for Harpel.
I merely borrowed it for him to enjoy while he plays.
Oh, you just borrowed it? Friends at the Musée d'Orsay.
Oh.
From my days in Monte Carlo.
You been to Monte Carlo, Sam? No.
Have you ever been to Pahrump? Exactly how long have you been planning this? Ages, gumdrop.
Now let's run along, shall we? You know, I'd thought you had your work cut out since Mr.
Wu's departure.
It's so unfortunate, this haunting.
I had no idea when I had that newspaper delivered to him that it would upset him so much.
So, you had the newspaper delivered.
- Oh, I'll get that.
- I'll have those then.
Hmm.
Knipex.
If I held on to these, would you die a slow and painful death? Well, if I did, you wouldn't be able to say you were Vegas's top host.
Yes, but it suddenly doesn't seem so important, compared to your certain suffering and demise.
You'd rather kill me than compete against me? That's pathetic, really.
Honestly thought you were better than this.
I am better than this.
Hello.
Hey, Mike.
Yeah.
Sorry to disappoint you, but it's not a ghost.
It's just a dislodged cable.
Uh, must be the wind.
- Yeah, right.
- Ha, ha.
Danny.
Must be the wind.
Hey, honey.
Hey.
Wow.
Pretty crowded, huh? Naturally.
- How did that inspection thing go? - Aced it.
We should get the official report in a couple days.
Ah.
You know the entire food press is coming for Wolfgang's opening tomorrow, so that's- Excuse me, please.
very good.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
There is a line.
You'll have to wait in it like everyone else.
- I don't think so.
- You don't think so? Why don't you think about this? Why don't you listen to what the young lady said and get in back of the line? Excuse me.
Ladies and gentleman, by order of the Las Vegas Department of Public Health, this establishment is hereby closed for gross negligence and fjagrant violation of the Nevada food preparation safety guidelines.
If everyone would please leave through the nearest exit.
Wait a second.
Everyone, please leave now.
Everyone out now.
This place is closed.
The next Haunted Hotel Tour starts in 20 minutes.
Okay.
Mr.
Deline.
You, you and you.
You work pretty fast.
Well, opportunity knocked, I answered.
Apparently.
This ghost thing is big, Ed.
Bookings have skyrocketed, up to a year in advance.
Really? Yeah.
I guess there's no accounting for taste or judgment.
Well, that reminds me, I wanna talk to you about Monica's haunted suite.
Listen to me.
If you mention the ghost one more time like it exists, one of us is crazy and I'm not.
I'm talking about our bottom line.
I've gotten literally hundreds of calls from people wanting to rent the suite.
Now if the Burkes don't want it, and we buy back Monica's suite and we rent it out- Hold it.
It's just - No, no, no, no.
I've already run the numbers.
Even if we pay the Burkes top dollar, we'll still turn a profit within a few months.
We'll make a killing.
We'll make a killing? Oh, bad choice of words.
I've thought about what you proposed, Mr.
Burke, Mrs.
Burke.
And since you no longer want the suite, I'm willing to let you out of the deal and, uh, refund your entire purchase price.
Oh, so now that the place is famous, you want it back.
Mr.
Deline, I am not a fool.
I understand how valuable that suite's become to you.
I was downstairs.
I saw the line of people waiting for the " Haunted Montecito Tour.
" You want the suite back? You give me twice what I paid.
Twice? I'll tell you what I'll give you twice of- - Ed.
- What? Can I speak with you for a moment? Excuse us.
What is it? It's worth it.
Monica.
You know even dead, that bitch is givin' me a headache.
I don't know what you want, but don't you try any of that reverse psychology stuff on me again.
It won't work.
You hear me, Sam? Will not work.
Relax.
I have a simple question for you.
Oh, a simple question? What's this, reverse reverse psychology? Touché, Ms.
Marquez.
Touché.
Okay, I-I have no idea what you're talking about.
Oh, playing the innocent.
Very clever.
You okay? This ghost stuff is getting to you, isn't it? Maybe a little.
Yeah.
Uh-huh.
Anyway, what's the question? What do you know about a drug called Knipex? Knipex.
Ah, it's a dopamine agonist used to treat neurological disorders.
Stops tremors, that sort of thing.
Wow.
Even I feel bad trying to win a bet against a guy who's sick.
But not that bad.
All right.
Thanks, Mike.
Hi, honey.
I knew I'd find you here.
But you left so quickly last night.
Well, I was trying to call that health inspector.
Do you know how much money we're losing every day we're closed? Well, listen, overseeing Wolfgang Puck's new place, plus Opus, Mystique, all the beverage and food operations- You know, maybe it's just, you know, a little too much.
Is that it? What? It's overwhelming.
You're letting things slide.
Slide? It's nothing to be ashamed of.
That stuff happens.
Happens all the time.
But the question is, how- how can we fix this? I cannot believe you have so little faith in me.
That inspector's just trying to get revenge on me for refusing to go out on a date with him.
Come on, honey.
That report's a fake.
He made it all up.
You'd know it if you went into the kitchen and checked out those supposed violations.
Though you shouldn't have to check.
What's all this? I just keep thinking about the Burkes.
There's something- something not right with these two.
Just 'cause they say their suite is haunted, doesn't mean they're " not right.
" I had the development office pull the, uh, information from the sale of Monica's condo Just so we could run a more comprehensive background check.
What are you looking for? Ah, what are we looking for? That's the question.
I wanna run a complete search on these two.
Previous addresses, former employers, whatever you can think of.
I want as much information as possible on those two.
Sorry I asked.
Hmm? You busy? No.
Hey.
What's wrong? You first.
You mean you didn't hear about Mystique being shut down? Yeah.
Yeah, I did hear about that.
Health code violations.
I thought it must be some kind of mistake.
Hello.
Everyone knows you're Montecito's official "germophobe" when it comes to Mystique.
Thank you.
It's just because I refused to go out with that crazy-ass health inspector.
So what's your problem? Paul Logan.
I heard he was in town.
Oh, he's such a legend.
Damn, he's cute.
Not helping.
Sorry.
So what's your problem? I'm about to lose a bet with him, not to mention my pride and self-respect, unless I can get my hands on a whale in the next couple of hours.
Well, that shouldn't be a problem.
You are the number one casino host in Vegas.
Maybe not for long.
What are you talking about? I've tried everyone.
You've got tons of big-money clients.
No one can get here in time.
And in the meantime, Logan is driving all of my old clients away, and stealing all of my new ones.
Oh, and did I happen to mention that he somehow got Harpel to double his usual level of play? I just checked with the accountant.
Logan's ahead of me by nearly 600 grand.
Come on, there's gotta be someone here in Vegas who would wager that much.
Yeah.
Well, there is one guy, Jack Delacroix, but- No buts.
Go get him.
Hi.
Sam.
Jack.
Hi.
Hi.
I had no idea you were in the program.
Oh, I'm not.
I-I, uh- Oh, it's- I, uh- It's my first meeting, so- Come on.
SoJanice and Bradley Burke died in a car accident in Spokane, Washington six months ago.
Oh.
So then the logical question would be- - Who are the people upstairs? - Right.
So the phony Burkes purchased Monica's suite using stolen identities.
Right.
Fry? Thanks.
All right.
And since the real Burkes had no credit problems or criminal history, the purchase of the condo just sailed right through.
Good fries.
Wolfgang made 'em.
And since they knew that Monica lived there, and they knew that she just died, maybe this whole ghost thing was just a plan all along.
Exactly.
Now, they jerry-rig some minor little electrical problems, make it look like the joint is haunted.
And by the way, those little problems haven't been solved yet.
I got guys working on it.
Just- Oh, I got it.
Just find out who the hell those people are.
Can't say it's a complete surprise to see you here, Sam.
Really? You know, I've thought a lot about you since I've been in recovery.
And, you and I, we're a lot alike.
We are? Well, that singular focus on gambling at the expense of everything else in your life.
Well, I don't know about everything else.
I do love to golf.
Come on.
We both get off on the fact that in a casino, it doesn't matter who you are or where you came from, because you are what you bet.
Or in your case, what your clients bet.
Right? Yeah, I guess I never really thought about it quite like that before.
As much as I miss it, I have so much more now.
I'm back with my wife, Cindy.
That's great.
Hey,Jack, what do you say we blow this Popsicle stand and go back to the Montecito? It'll be like old times.
I mean, once can't hurt anything, right? Sam, come on.
You know I can't.
Right.
It's never just once.
Of course.
I know.
It's- - I'm sorry I asked.
- I see we have a new face with us tonight.
Why don't you begin? Oh.
Oh.
Me? No.
I'm just, uh- Go on.
Come on.
It's okay.
It's all right.
Well, I'm Sam.
Hi, Sam.
And I'm here because today I hit a new low.
Hi, I'm Gina St.
john.
And we are live at the Montecito today where hundreds have lined up, hoping to catch a glimpse of the ghost that has recently been rumored to haunt the hotel's halls.
Now, the spirit is said to be that of former owner, Monica Mancuso, who died tragically when a gust of wind blew her off the roof in a freakish accident.
It has been some time since we've been back here- Yes, I know the department has already issued a report, but I need a second opinion! Because your idiot inspector is a lying, low-life son of a b- Hello? Hello? That bitch hung up on me! Imagine that.
What do you want? Look, I'm - I'm really sorry.
I mean, I should have never doubted you.
No, you shouldn't have.
Yeah, you're right.
But I think I got a way to make things right, and get Mystique up and running before Wolfgang's opening tonight.
Oh, really? Really.
I hadn't played craps in two years, then my doctor gave me this new drug for my tremors.
How long do these suckers usually last? Shh.
Unfortunately, I lost the mortgage payment two months in a row before I discovered that one of the side effects of that drug was compulsive gambling.
Uh, that drug, it's not called Knipex by any chance, is it? Yeah.
Ed.
I got 'em.
Yeah.
Got what? I got 'em.
Janice and Bradley Burke? Yeah.
Are really Trish and Bruce Hazard.
Check this out.
Over the last 10 years they bought four different apartments, all under various names, all under stolen identities.
So? So in each one of these places, the previous tenant died of an untimely but very well publicized death.
Just like Monica.
Exactly.
So I guess what they do is they buy a place, say that it's haunted, and demand damages from the owner.
I know it's weird, but I guess it's worked for 'em before.
Well, okay.
Here you go.
I gotta go.
- What do you mean, you gotta go? - I have some important family business to attend to.
But now's the time we're supposed to go bust the bad guys, you and me.
Come on.
Right.
Well, I guess you're on your own this one, sport.
Huh? Good luck.
Make sure I get copies of these.
Thank you.
Whoo! Mikey, I didn't realize you were such a fan.
You're all schoolgirl-ish.
Schoolgirl-ish? No.
Enthusiastic.
There's nothing wrong with a little Olympic enthusiasm.
U.
S.
A.
! U.
S.
A.
! U.
S.
A.
! U.
S.
A.
! On second thought- Security! Come on, man.
I warned you about your shirts.
Well, how else was I supposed to get Gretchen Bleiler to notice me? The bare-chest cheer, that's your big move? She's an Olympic athlete, not a straggler at a frat party.
- You gotta sharpen your game.
- Game? It's a cool move.
We're gonna try it again at the Olympics.
Right? - Torino! - Oh,yeah.
! - Delinda.
- Now, Daddy? Yeah, now, baby.
You think you're pretty tough, don't you,Jer? What you did was illegal.
Oh.
Ow! Like that, Daddy? Well, honey, um, excuse me, I'd soften him up a little first.
Like this.
I wouldn't go out with you, so you faked that report and shut down Mystique.
- Takes a real tough guy, huh,Jer? - I don't know what you're talking- - Oh! - A little bit better? Remember your punch, sweetie.
Oh, God, yeah.
Well, see right here, there's enough- Watch out.
See, look.
Wanna try it? Yeah.
Stand up.
Here you go.
Oh, no, no.
Hey, baby, good.
Now, there's an artery right here.
So you put your head behind here so he don't head-butt you.
Put your thumb right here, and then you just squeeze.
Hey, Mike.
I need you to do a VideoIQ check on Paul Logan.
What's your game, Sam? Why don't you cut to the chase and tell me why you're here? No games, Mike.
Start at about 10:30 last night.
Blackjack table number Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
Fast-forward it.
Whoa.
Whoa.
Whoa.
There.
Go back.
Zoom in on the table.
- Play that back slow.
- Coming up.
What are we looking for? That.
Whoa.
He drugged Mr.
Harpel.
What do you want? I want you to retract your report, admit you lied, and have Mystique open by dinner tonight.
Okay, I can do that.
Just don't hurt me anymore.
Very well then.
I guess our work is done here.
Wow.
Drugging your clients.
That's- Devotion? Not what I was going to say.
So I take it this means all bets are off? All bets are off.
And you can still call yourself Vegas's number one casino host.
At least for the next few years.
Hey, maybe 18 months with good behavior.
Well, I assume the fact you called us here means you're ready to meet our price.
Uh, no.
No, not exactly, Mr.
Burke.
Or is it Mr.
Hazard? Honey.
Ah.
Not only will you be charged with fraud and identity theft but you will also be responsible for repairing all the damage you did to the suite.
With the electrical and construction, it should be roughly $30,000.
- You can't prove we did that.
- Actually, we can.
No.
No.
We own this place.
You'll never get it back.
Ow.
Well, according to Nevada law, the Burkes own it, or their estate does anyway.
But not for long.
We're in the process of buying it back as we speak.
Come on.
Everything okay, Wolfie? Just one more, Mr.
Puck.
Everything is perfect, Delinda.
Come on in.
Uh, Wolfgang.
The reporters would like a few words.
Yeah.
- Of course.
- This way, sir.
This here's Jack Carlton.
He works for the- Anybody, uh, mention the situation with Mystique? No.
Yesterday's news, I guess.
I guess so.
I was just over there.
- And? - Line's out the door, as usual.
I would've thought being shut by the health department, albeit wrongfully, would've taken its toll on business.
Not to mention Wolfgang opening his spot next door.
It's this ghost stuff.
The hotel's filled to capacity.
Monica brings in way more business dead than she ever did alive.
Oh, please.
Once and for all, there's no such thing as ghosts.
And if there is, may one strike me down right here.
See, Mike, nothing.
- Nothing.
- Oh! Oh! Sweetie, are you okay? I tripped.
Doesn't prove anything.
It's these damn shoes.
Remember Monica used to stand up here, watching over everyone? Yeah, I remember.
God, I hated that woman.
What's that? - Money clip.
- R.
P.
T.
That guy Taylor, the, uh, one who said the ghost stole his money clip.
That's his.
He said he had 400 bucks in there.
Uh, 314 here.
So he's missing 86 bucks.
Yeah.
That's the exact amount of the check that he skipped out on at Mystique.
And your point is what exactly? Maybe Monica came back from the dead to collect on an unpaid bill.
You know there's a lot of crazy things that go on here in Vegas, Danny.
That ain't one of'em.
That's one hell of a coincidence, huh? Nah.
Winner seven! Ow.
S.
U.
Arizona State fans? Oh, no, man.
U.
S.
A.
! Of course.
If you're here to see the U.
S.
snowboarding team, they don't arrive until tomorrow.
But you gotta have your shirts on inside the casino.
Those are the rules.
Okay.
What a babe.
I love Vegas! Wow.
Wow.
Wow.
Hot date? Yeah, you could say that.
Well, who's the lucky fella? James Harpel.
One of the whales from J.
W.
McKeller's black book.
I've been trying to get him as a client for years.
Well, I don't see how any man could say no to you in that dress.
Hey, word is Paul Logan's in town.
Paul Logan? Paul Logan? Number one host in Macao.
Yeah, Macao, Monte Carlo.
But not Vegas.
No, not Vegas.
Mr.
Taylor, if you're missing personal property, we can call security, but- I'm telling you, I ain't payin' for this room, not after what happened to me in there.
Excuse me.
What's going on around here? There's a ghost in my room.
And she's a thief.
I'm sorry.
There's a what? She took my money clip right off the nightstand.
It was silver, with my initials - R.
P.
T.
And there was You're saying that someone stole your money- Not someone, something.
I get back to my room, and I see this dark-haired woman sorta hovering on my bed.
- Hovering? - Yes, hovering.
Next thing I know, she's gone and so is my money clip.
You oughta comp my stay and reimburse me what she stole.
That's him.
That's the guy who walked out on his check at Mystique.
All right, you owe her Did you intend to pay for any part of your stay here? See, this gentleman thinks that we should comp his room because it was haunted by a ghost thief.
- Delinda.
! - Wolfgang.
! What a surprise to see you.
Ed.
Hey, Wolf.
We weren't expecting you until tomorrow.
I wanted to get here early to make sure everything is perfect for the grand opening tomorrow night.
"Wolfgang Puck at the Montecito.
" Has a good ring to it, don't you think so? I think so.
Wow.
Just rolls off the tongue.
Ed, let's go.
Where we going? - In the kitchen.
I so don't need this right now.
On top of Wolfgang's opening tomorrow, I get a tip the health department's inspecting Mystique this week.
Don't worry.
You'll be fine.
- Pay up.
You heard her.
So you gonna pay your bill and leave nicely or is this gonna get ugly? There you go.
Can you believe this guy actually thought he was gonna get a free room by saying it was haunted? He said the ghost was a dark-haired woman, right? Uh, no.
I think he said the ghost was a ghost.
Oh.
Maybe it was Monica.
What, stopping dine-and-dashers from the great beyond? There are more things in heaven and earth, Danny.
Danny McCoy.
Really.
Uh-huh.
Okay.
Uh, yeah, we'll be right up, sir.
That was the Burkes, at the new Montecito residences.
The new owners of Monica's condo? Yeah.
They say it's haunted.
d Boy,you feelin'lucky tonight d d Roll the dice again and let it ride d d Let it ride Let it ride d d You gonna do this one more time d d Hit me again and let it ride d d Let it ride Let it ride d d Are you gonna play tonight d d'Cause Lady Luck is right by your side d d By your side By your side d d Gonna do this one more time d d Hit me again and let it ride d d Let it ride, let it ride Let it ride, let it ride dd Hmm.
No visible dirt, but- Maureen? Yeah.
Send this to the lab for bacterial analysis.
Thank you.
Mm-hmm.
Cleanliness, people.
You can never be too sure.
Word on the street there's a new inspector at the health department, and he's wicked hard-core.
We need our " A" game, people.
Now we all know Mystique has a perfect inspection record to uphold.
So, yes, I'm talking about a sanitary food preparation environment.
But I'm also talking about something bigger.
I'm talking about pride.
Okay, on to the walk-in.
Let's monitor those cold-holding temperatures.
Thanks for coming.
I just- I didn't know what to do.
It's freezing.
What do you guys got the A.
C.
on, high? That's part of the problem.
Yeah, take a look at this.
Got the heater turned all the way up, but- But still this ungodly chill.
With all due respect, Mr.
and Mrs.
Burke, Just because your thermostat's broken doesn't mean that there's a ghost in your suite.
It's not just the thermostat.
The last few nights, the lights, the TV, they turn on and off without us doing anything.
We haven't slept a wink.
I knew it was a mistake to buy this place furnished.
It's spooky.
It's like her presence is still here.
Look, uh- I know there's probably a logical explanation for all this.
But my wife, she's a little superstitious, you understand.
Of course.
Of course.
Well, lucky for you my friend Mike here is an expert at this stuff.
Mike, you wanna take a look at the thermostat? I'll call Maintenance.
Or - Or maybe you couldjust check it out before Maintenance gets here.
And risk angering a restless spirit? No, no, no.
No, no, no.
That's not how I roll.
Okay.
Uh- I'm sorry for the inconvenience.
Mr.
and Mrs.
Burke.
We will-We will send somebody up right away.
Thanks very much.
Okay.
Oh, and could you tell Maintenance to take a look at the shower door while they're here? I got stuck in there this morning.
No problem.
Did you hear that? Did you hear that? The shower door? In the same shower door where Monica was stuck? In the same bathroom where her ashes were flushed down the toilet? You really are superstitious? I just figured fixing a thermostat was beneath you.
Superstitious? No.
Spiritual? Yes.
I grew up in my grandmother's house, Danny.
And when she died, strange things started happening.
Footsteps when there was no one there.
Light turning on and off.
Temperature suddenly dropping with no explanation.
Thought that you were a man of science.
I am.
But I also know that there are things in life that even science can't explain.
Okay.
Carter.
Any messages for me? Uh, no, Ms.
Marquez, no messages.
There's nothing from Mr.
Harpel? Nothing.
Danny here? Do you see him? What about Ed? It's kind of urgent.
One of my whales disappeared.
I can help you.
I should probably talk to Danny.
I can do anything he can do.
Probably more.
- Really? - Oh, uh, really.
Can you find Mr.
Harpel? The guy you were supposed to meet earlier? Mm-hmm.
You sure he didn't just stand you up? Or maybe Paul Logan swooped in and yanked him from your clutches.
I knew this was too serious for you to understand.
Hey, Danny.
It's Sam.
I need to talk to you right away.
Hey.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Sam, hang it up.
Hang it up.
Why don't I just run a search on his credit card? Mmm.
Smart.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
- James W.
Harpel? - Mm-hmm.
Looks like he opened up a tab at Pure about an hour ago.
Thank you.
That reverse psychology stuff? That's cheating, Sam.
Uh-huh.
If you ain't cheatin', you ain't tryin', Mike.
Damn.
Hey.
You guys see this? "Mancuso menaces Montecito.
Ghost of former owner haunts hotel.
" What the hell is this? I don't know.
Maybe that guy Taylor went to the press.
What, because we made him pay what he owed? Well, if he thought the story was gonna hurt us, he was wrong.
Bookings are way up.
Haunted hotels- quite popular apparently.
Quite popular apparently? Oh, yeah.
Yeah, at a lot of places, a famous ghost is a huge draw.
Like the, um, the Hotel del Coronado in San Diego, or the Maison de Ville in New Orleans.
That's ridiculous.
Everyone knows there's no such thing as ghosts.
Ow! Oh! Honey, you okay? You okay? What happened? Ow.
My shoe.
What? Aren't those shoes you got at the sale where Monica- Yes.
Still breaking 'em in, I guess.
Whoa.
Wait.
You bought those shoes where she died? They were on sale.
Yes.
Now? Oh, my God.
I'll be right there.
The health inspector, he's here.
Weird.
What's wrong? Nothing's wrong.
That's just it.
It's freezing in here.
I know.
But nothing appears to be wrong with the thermostat.
And I couldn't find anything wrong with the lights and the TV either.
Okay.
So what is it? Something strange is going on in this suite, Danny.
Not you too.
Come on, Don.
Thirty-nine degrees.
Your, uh, dairy storage is exemplary, Delinda.
I bet you say that to all the girls.
Whoa.
Sorry.
Well, filters clean.
Ventilation good.
Everything looks perfect.
So, uh, we passed? Oh, with flying colors.
I'm not supposed to reveal that until the official report is issued.
It'll be our little secret.
Okay, so- Just-Just one more thing.
What's that? Um, I was wondering if you might have dinner with me some evening? Oh, Mr.
Ackerman.
Oh, no.
Call meJerry, please.
Jerry.
It's a lovely offer, but I'm afraid I'm gonna have to decline.
It's just I don't really like mixing business with pleasure.
You know, it just wouldn't be professional.
And we're nothing if not professionals.
Exactly.
Well, I- Good evening.
Can I borrow your knife? - There you go.
- Thanks.
"Mancuso menaces Montecito.
" I told you our suite was haunted.
It is not haunted.
They're trying to sell newspapers.
Mr.
Deline, my wife has had to endure tremendous pain and suffering, and the way I see it, you and the Montecito Corporation had a legal obligation to disclose the presence of that ghost before we purchased the residence.
It was clearly a pre-existing condition.
But, you know, I'm thinking you're gonna have hell finding a judge to hear this particular case.
Well, I'm hoping that legal action won't be necessary.
"A ghost ruined my condo"? I would actually pay to hear that testimony.
Well, as I said, I'm hoping that legal action won't be necessary.
You know, I'm getting this, uh- this feeling that, uh, there's a dollar figure in your already ghost-ravaged brain that would make this all go away, am I correct? Yeah.
Well, I think it would be reasonable to refund the purchase price plus a hundred thousand dollars.
Plus- Plus a hundred thousand dollars? Yes.
For our pain and suffering and inconvenience.
I am going to fix this little problem in your suite as soon as I possibly can.
And in the meantime, I will put you both up at this beautiful hotel free of charge.
Now, I'd take that before I change my mind.
Good.
Bye-bye.
Hey, Danny.
Listen, I'm telling you there's something not right about those two.
You mean something besides the fact that they believe in ghosts? I don't know.
Just check 'em out, all right? I already did.
Neither one of them has so much as a speeding ticket, much less a criminal record.
You don't think the guy that lost the money clip was in with them or something? Could be.
I'll look into it.
Yeah, because there's something strange.
I just got this- this feeling, you know, that something's not right.
Maybe it's like a sixth sense, I think.
Mr.
Harpel.
Hi.
I'm so sorry.
I thought we were supposed to meet at Opus.
My mistake.
Nice dress.
Oh, thank you.
Samantha Marquez, I presume.
Logan.
Paul Logan.
At last we meet.
Excuse us for a moment.
I'm not sure how they do things where you're from, but here, stealing people's clients is considered bad form.
Stealing? Far as I know, Harpel was never your client.
Mmm.
Right.
Okay.
Look, you stay out of Vegas, and we'll be fine.
Come now, Samantha.
If your clients are truly happy, then I pose no threat.
But when your service is less than exemplary, like with Mr.
Harpel there, who I'm sure would have met you at the appointed time had you only picked him up yourself in a jet, as I did, then you become vulnerable to competition.
Oh, see, now you don't have to teach me how to service my clients.
I happen to be the number one host in Las Vegas.
A meaningless distinction.
What? You might be number one at the moment, but you've never had to compete with the best.
Now that I'm here, you won't be on top for long.
Wanna bet? A friendly wager might be in order.
Hmm.
What do you propose? I bet that I can bring in more money than you can in the next 24 hours.
And we'll even do it on your home turf, the Montecito.
Nice.
And the winner would say that she- Or he.
would be Vegas's best.
Why don't we make it interesting? Please.
Winner gets bragging rights, loser leaves town.
Deal? Deal.
Hey.
Is that the infamous Paul Logan I see at blackjack 22? Yep.
He seems so- Stupid? I was gonna say sophisticated.
That's no sophisticated, that's British.
Don't be confused.
Right.
What's he doing in Vegas? Losing a bet.
Huh? I bet him I could bring in more money than him in the next 24 hours.
Loser leaves Vegas for good.
Oh, Sam, are you sure that's wise? The guy is a legend.
Thanks for the vote of confidence.
You know what I mean.
I'm the number one casino host in Las Vegas, no matter who my competition is.
Right.
Anyway, I have an ace up my sleeve, so I can't lose.
An ace? Mm-hmm.
Mr.
Wu.
He plays at least a million a visit.
That sounds like an ace.
Mm-hmm.
Mr.
Wu, hi.
Let's get you to a table.
I don't think so, Sam.
Uh, is there a problem? I'll say.
You have a ghost? Oh, the ghost.
That's absurd.
Absurd? The spirits of my ancestors are with me always, Sam.
Are you calling them absurd? No, absolutely not, sir.
I meant no disrespect.
It's just - Either way, it's bad luck to gamble under the same roof as a restless spirit.
Good-bye.
Let's go.
Mr.
Wu? Wow.
Looks like your ace just folded.
Gotta hand it to Monica.
What? Even death can't keep that bitch from ruining my life.
Hey, check that out.
Camera R29.
It keeps flicking on and off.
Maybe it's a monitor problem.
Can you switch the feed? Yep.
Nope, looks like it's the camera.
Isn't that about where Monica flew off the- What, you think maybe her ghost is trying to communicate with us? Like Morse code? Short, short, long- That's " Mike.
" Short, long, long, long- " Is.
" "Mike is going to die.
" That's very funny.
Whoo, yeah.
- Why don't you go check it out? - Why don't you? Or maybe you're scared.
Takes a strong man to admit his fears.
Fine.
I'll go myself.
What's going on? Mr.
Harpel is playing every table at the high-roller pit, hundred thousand a hand.
That's way above pattern, even for him.
Mmm.
It stings, doesn't it? You have no idea.
Cézanne.
You have a good eye.
Harpel is a collector.
Yes, I am aware of the fact that Harpel's a collector.
So you bought him a Cézanne to get him to gamble? Not fair.
Fair? That's a quaint American notion.
You realize you're going to have to subtract the cost of this painting from your clients' total winnings, which is going to make it next to impossible for you to win our little bet.
What is that? Hmm? Is that the scent of desperation? Understandable, I suppose, the way Harpel's been playing.
I'd guess I'm up on you by at least half a million.
Oh, I doubt that.
Anyway, I didn't buy the painting for Harpel.
I merely borrowed it for him to enjoy while he plays.
Oh, you just borrowed it? Friends at the Musée d'Orsay.
Oh.
From my days in Monte Carlo.
You been to Monte Carlo, Sam? No.
Have you ever been to Pahrump? Exactly how long have you been planning this? Ages, gumdrop.
Now let's run along, shall we? You know, I'd thought you had your work cut out since Mr.
Wu's departure.
It's so unfortunate, this haunting.
I had no idea when I had that newspaper delivered to him that it would upset him so much.
So, you had the newspaper delivered.
- Oh, I'll get that.
- I'll have those then.
Hmm.
Knipex.
If I held on to these, would you die a slow and painful death? Well, if I did, you wouldn't be able to say you were Vegas's top host.
Yes, but it suddenly doesn't seem so important, compared to your certain suffering and demise.
You'd rather kill me than compete against me? That's pathetic, really.
Honestly thought you were better than this.
I am better than this.
Hello.
Hey, Mike.
Yeah.
Sorry to disappoint you, but it's not a ghost.
It's just a dislodged cable.
Uh, must be the wind.
- Yeah, right.
- Ha, ha.
Danny.
Must be the wind.
Hey, honey.
Hey.
Wow.
Pretty crowded, huh? Naturally.
- How did that inspection thing go? - Aced it.
We should get the official report in a couple days.
Ah.
You know the entire food press is coming for Wolfgang's opening tomorrow, so that's- Excuse me, please.
very good.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
There is a line.
You'll have to wait in it like everyone else.
- I don't think so.
- You don't think so? Why don't you think about this? Why don't you listen to what the young lady said and get in back of the line? Excuse me.
Ladies and gentleman, by order of the Las Vegas Department of Public Health, this establishment is hereby closed for gross negligence and fjagrant violation of the Nevada food preparation safety guidelines.
If everyone would please leave through the nearest exit.
Wait a second.
Everyone, please leave now.
Everyone out now.
This place is closed.
The next Haunted Hotel Tour starts in 20 minutes.
Okay.
Mr.
Deline.
You, you and you.
You work pretty fast.
Well, opportunity knocked, I answered.
Apparently.
This ghost thing is big, Ed.
Bookings have skyrocketed, up to a year in advance.
Really? Yeah.
I guess there's no accounting for taste or judgment.
Well, that reminds me, I wanna talk to you about Monica's haunted suite.
Listen to me.
If you mention the ghost one more time like it exists, one of us is crazy and I'm not.
I'm talking about our bottom line.
I've gotten literally hundreds of calls from people wanting to rent the suite.
Now if the Burkes don't want it, and we buy back Monica's suite and we rent it out- Hold it.
It's just - No, no, no, no.
I've already run the numbers.
Even if we pay the Burkes top dollar, we'll still turn a profit within a few months.
We'll make a killing.
We'll make a killing? Oh, bad choice of words.
I've thought about what you proposed, Mr.
Burke, Mrs.
Burke.
And since you no longer want the suite, I'm willing to let you out of the deal and, uh, refund your entire purchase price.
Oh, so now that the place is famous, you want it back.
Mr.
Deline, I am not a fool.
I understand how valuable that suite's become to you.
I was downstairs.
I saw the line of people waiting for the " Haunted Montecito Tour.
" You want the suite back? You give me twice what I paid.
Twice? I'll tell you what I'll give you twice of- - Ed.
- What? Can I speak with you for a moment? Excuse us.
What is it? It's worth it.
Monica.
You know even dead, that bitch is givin' me a headache.
I don't know what you want, but don't you try any of that reverse psychology stuff on me again.
It won't work.
You hear me, Sam? Will not work.
Relax.
I have a simple question for you.
Oh, a simple question? What's this, reverse reverse psychology? Touché, Ms.
Marquez.
Touché.
Okay, I-I have no idea what you're talking about.
Oh, playing the innocent.
Very clever.
You okay? This ghost stuff is getting to you, isn't it? Maybe a little.
Yeah.
Uh-huh.
Anyway, what's the question? What do you know about a drug called Knipex? Knipex.
Ah, it's a dopamine agonist used to treat neurological disorders.
Stops tremors, that sort of thing.
Wow.
Even I feel bad trying to win a bet against a guy who's sick.
But not that bad.
All right.
Thanks, Mike.
Hi, honey.
I knew I'd find you here.
But you left so quickly last night.
Well, I was trying to call that health inspector.
Do you know how much money we're losing every day we're closed? Well, listen, overseeing Wolfgang Puck's new place, plus Opus, Mystique, all the beverage and food operations- You know, maybe it's just, you know, a little too much.
Is that it? What? It's overwhelming.
You're letting things slide.
Slide? It's nothing to be ashamed of.
That stuff happens.
Happens all the time.
But the question is, how- how can we fix this? I cannot believe you have so little faith in me.
That inspector's just trying to get revenge on me for refusing to go out on a date with him.
Come on, honey.
That report's a fake.
He made it all up.
You'd know it if you went into the kitchen and checked out those supposed violations.
Though you shouldn't have to check.
What's all this? I just keep thinking about the Burkes.
There's something- something not right with these two.
Just 'cause they say their suite is haunted, doesn't mean they're " not right.
" I had the development office pull the, uh, information from the sale of Monica's condo Just so we could run a more comprehensive background check.
What are you looking for? Ah, what are we looking for? That's the question.
I wanna run a complete search on these two.
Previous addresses, former employers, whatever you can think of.
I want as much information as possible on those two.
Sorry I asked.
Hmm? You busy? No.
Hey.
What's wrong? You first.
You mean you didn't hear about Mystique being shut down? Yeah.
Yeah, I did hear about that.
Health code violations.
I thought it must be some kind of mistake.
Hello.
Everyone knows you're Montecito's official "germophobe" when it comes to Mystique.
Thank you.
It's just because I refused to go out with that crazy-ass health inspector.
So what's your problem? Paul Logan.
I heard he was in town.
Oh, he's such a legend.
Damn, he's cute.
Not helping.
Sorry.
So what's your problem? I'm about to lose a bet with him, not to mention my pride and self-respect, unless I can get my hands on a whale in the next couple of hours.
Well, that shouldn't be a problem.
You are the number one casino host in Vegas.
Maybe not for long.
What are you talking about? I've tried everyone.
You've got tons of big-money clients.
No one can get here in time.
And in the meantime, Logan is driving all of my old clients away, and stealing all of my new ones.
Oh, and did I happen to mention that he somehow got Harpel to double his usual level of play? I just checked with the accountant.
Logan's ahead of me by nearly 600 grand.
Come on, there's gotta be someone here in Vegas who would wager that much.
Yeah.
Well, there is one guy, Jack Delacroix, but- No buts.
Go get him.
Hi.
Sam.
Jack.
Hi.
Hi.
I had no idea you were in the program.
Oh, I'm not.
I-I, uh- Oh, it's- I, uh- It's my first meeting, so- Come on.
SoJanice and Bradley Burke died in a car accident in Spokane, Washington six months ago.
Oh.
So then the logical question would be- - Who are the people upstairs? - Right.
So the phony Burkes purchased Monica's suite using stolen identities.
Right.
Fry? Thanks.
All right.
And since the real Burkes had no credit problems or criminal history, the purchase of the condo just sailed right through.
Good fries.
Wolfgang made 'em.
And since they knew that Monica lived there, and they knew that she just died, maybe this whole ghost thing was just a plan all along.
Exactly.
Now, they jerry-rig some minor little electrical problems, make it look like the joint is haunted.
And by the way, those little problems haven't been solved yet.
I got guys working on it.
Just- Oh, I got it.
Just find out who the hell those people are.
Can't say it's a complete surprise to see you here, Sam.
Really? You know, I've thought a lot about you since I've been in recovery.
And, you and I, we're a lot alike.
We are? Well, that singular focus on gambling at the expense of everything else in your life.
Well, I don't know about everything else.
I do love to golf.
Come on.
We both get off on the fact that in a casino, it doesn't matter who you are or where you came from, because you are what you bet.
Or in your case, what your clients bet.
Right? Yeah, I guess I never really thought about it quite like that before.
As much as I miss it, I have so much more now.
I'm back with my wife, Cindy.
That's great.
Hey,Jack, what do you say we blow this Popsicle stand and go back to the Montecito? It'll be like old times.
I mean, once can't hurt anything, right? Sam, come on.
You know I can't.
Right.
It's never just once.
Of course.
I know.
It's- - I'm sorry I asked.
- I see we have a new face with us tonight.
Why don't you begin? Oh.
Oh.
Me? No.
I'm just, uh- Go on.
Come on.
It's okay.
It's all right.
Well, I'm Sam.
Hi, Sam.
And I'm here because today I hit a new low.
Hi, I'm Gina St.
john.
And we are live at the Montecito today where hundreds have lined up, hoping to catch a glimpse of the ghost that has recently been rumored to haunt the hotel's halls.
Now, the spirit is said to be that of former owner, Monica Mancuso, who died tragically when a gust of wind blew her off the roof in a freakish accident.
It has been some time since we've been back here- Yes, I know the department has already issued a report, but I need a second opinion! Because your idiot inspector is a lying, low-life son of a b- Hello? Hello? That bitch hung up on me! Imagine that.
What do you want? Look, I'm - I'm really sorry.
I mean, I should have never doubted you.
No, you shouldn't have.
Yeah, you're right.
But I think I got a way to make things right, and get Mystique up and running before Wolfgang's opening tonight.
Oh, really? Really.
I hadn't played craps in two years, then my doctor gave me this new drug for my tremors.
How long do these suckers usually last? Shh.
Unfortunately, I lost the mortgage payment two months in a row before I discovered that one of the side effects of that drug was compulsive gambling.
Uh, that drug, it's not called Knipex by any chance, is it? Yeah.
Ed.
I got 'em.
Yeah.
Got what? I got 'em.
Janice and Bradley Burke? Yeah.
Are really Trish and Bruce Hazard.
Check this out.
Over the last 10 years they bought four different apartments, all under various names, all under stolen identities.
So? So in each one of these places, the previous tenant died of an untimely but very well publicized death.
Just like Monica.
Exactly.
So I guess what they do is they buy a place, say that it's haunted, and demand damages from the owner.
I know it's weird, but I guess it's worked for 'em before.
Well, okay.
Here you go.
I gotta go.
- What do you mean, you gotta go? - I have some important family business to attend to.
But now's the time we're supposed to go bust the bad guys, you and me.
Come on.
Right.
Well, I guess you're on your own this one, sport.
Huh? Good luck.
Make sure I get copies of these.
Thank you.
Whoo! Mikey, I didn't realize you were such a fan.
You're all schoolgirl-ish.
Schoolgirl-ish? No.
Enthusiastic.
There's nothing wrong with a little Olympic enthusiasm.
U.
S.
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S.
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S.
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S.
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! On second thought- Security! Come on, man.
I warned you about your shirts.
Well, how else was I supposed to get Gretchen Bleiler to notice me? The bare-chest cheer, that's your big move? She's an Olympic athlete, not a straggler at a frat party.
- You gotta sharpen your game.
- Game? It's a cool move.
We're gonna try it again at the Olympics.
Right? - Torino! - Oh,yeah.
! - Delinda.
- Now, Daddy? Yeah, now, baby.
You think you're pretty tough, don't you,Jer? What you did was illegal.
Oh.
Ow! Like that, Daddy? Well, honey, um, excuse me, I'd soften him up a little first.
Like this.
I wouldn't go out with you, so you faked that report and shut down Mystique.
- Takes a real tough guy, huh,Jer? - I don't know what you're talking- - Oh! - A little bit better? Remember your punch, sweetie.
Oh, God, yeah.
Well, see right here, there's enough- Watch out.
See, look.
Wanna try it? Yeah.
Stand up.
Here you go.
Oh, no, no.
Hey, baby, good.
Now, there's an artery right here.
So you put your head behind here so he don't head-butt you.
Put your thumb right here, and then you just squeeze.
Hey, Mike.
I need you to do a VideoIQ check on Paul Logan.
What's your game, Sam? Why don't you cut to the chase and tell me why you're here? No games, Mike.
Start at about 10:30 last night.
Blackjack table number Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
Fast-forward it.
Whoa.
Whoa.
Whoa.
There.
Go back.
Zoom in on the table.
- Play that back slow.
- Coming up.
What are we looking for? That.
Whoa.
He drugged Mr.
Harpel.
What do you want? I want you to retract your report, admit you lied, and have Mystique open by dinner tonight.
Okay, I can do that.
Just don't hurt me anymore.
Very well then.
I guess our work is done here.
Wow.
Drugging your clients.
That's- Devotion? Not what I was going to say.
So I take it this means all bets are off? All bets are off.
And you can still call yourself Vegas's number one casino host.
At least for the next few years.
Hey, maybe 18 months with good behavior.
Well, I assume the fact you called us here means you're ready to meet our price.
Uh, no.
No, not exactly, Mr.
Burke.
Or is it Mr.
Hazard? Honey.
Ah.
Not only will you be charged with fraud and identity theft but you will also be responsible for repairing all the damage you did to the suite.
With the electrical and construction, it should be roughly $30,000.
- You can't prove we did that.
- Actually, we can.
No.
No.
We own this place.
You'll never get it back.
Ow.
Well, according to Nevada law, the Burkes own it, or their estate does anyway.
But not for long.
We're in the process of buying it back as we speak.
Come on.
Everything okay, Wolfie? Just one more, Mr.
Puck.
Everything is perfect, Delinda.
Come on in.
Uh, Wolfgang.
The reporters would like a few words.
Yeah.
- Of course.
- This way, sir.
This here's Jack Carlton.
He works for the- Anybody, uh, mention the situation with Mystique? No.
Yesterday's news, I guess.
I guess so.
I was just over there.
- And? - Line's out the door, as usual.
I would've thought being shut by the health department, albeit wrongfully, would've taken its toll on business.
Not to mention Wolfgang opening his spot next door.
It's this ghost stuff.
The hotel's filled to capacity.
Monica brings in way more business dead than she ever did alive.
Oh, please.
Once and for all, there's no such thing as ghosts.
And if there is, may one strike me down right here.
See, Mike, nothing.
- Nothing.
- Oh! Oh! Sweetie, are you okay? I tripped.
Doesn't prove anything.
It's these damn shoes.
Remember Monica used to stand up here, watching over everyone? Yeah, I remember.
God, I hated that woman.
What's that? - Money clip.
- R.
P.
T.
That guy Taylor, the, uh, one who said the ghost stole his money clip.
That's his.
He said he had 400 bucks in there.
Uh, 314 here.
So he's missing 86 bucks.
Yeah.
That's the exact amount of the check that he skipped out on at Mystique.
And your point is what exactly? Maybe Monica came back from the dead to collect on an unpaid bill.
You know there's a lot of crazy things that go on here in Vegas, Danny.
That ain't one of'em.
That's one hell of a coincidence, huh? Nah.
Winner seven! Ow.