sorry 'bout that.
who are you?
that wasn't work, that was practice.
what is it?
you're pretty trusting pretty fast.
fathers are like that. he didn't tell you? he doesn't like me trading on his name.
what if i say no?
las vegas, huh?
hi.
yeah.
yeah.
yeah.
smash-and-grab job, huh?
benedict.
wait, wait, wait. all i get to do is watch him?
the guy is a machine.
he arrives at the bellagio every day at two p.m. same town car, same driver. remembers every valet's name on the way in. not bad for a guy worth three-quarters of a billion.
offices are upstairs. he works hard, hits the lobby floor at seven on the nose.
spends three minutes on the floor with his casino manager.
all business. benedict likes to know what's going on in his casinos. there's rarely an incident he doesn't know about or handle personally.
he spends a few minutes gladhanding the high rollers. he's fluent in spanish, german and italian, and he's taking japanese lessons, getting pretty good at it. he's out by seven-thirty, when an assistant hands him a black portfolio. contents: the day's take and new security codes. then he heads to the restaurant.
give him another ten seconds.
as i said: a machine.
two minutes after they've been changed, he's got 'em in hand. i'll tell you: you guys picked a helluva target. he is as smart and ruthless as they come. the last guy caught cheating here, benedict not only sent him up for ten years, he got the bank to seize the guy's home and bankrupted --
he doesn't just go after your knees, he goes after your livelihood. and everyone-you- ever-met's livelihood.
you suicidal?
now comes the girl.  if she comes in after he does, that means they're in a snit.
the museum downstairs. she's the curator there. wait.  here she is. you'll like this.
i don't know if we can use her yet. i haven't even caught her name.
what?
coming with you.
but.
i got it.
i do. he's been chasing benedict's woman. got into a real snarl with him two nights ago. i was tailing you.
thanks.
deep breaths, deep breaths.
mr. benedict.
sheldon wills. nevada gaming commission. could i have two minutes of your time?
it only came to our attention this morning, mr. benedict. apparently he has a record longer than my arm.
been there about two years.
not since he died last year.
thank you for your cooperation, mr. escalante. or should i call you mr. catton?
you are frank catton? formerly of the tropicana, the desert inn and the new york state penitentiary system?
your silence suggests you don't refute that. mr. benedict, i'm afraid you've been employing an ex-convict. as you know, the n.g.c. strictly forbids.
pardon me.
that has nothing to do with.
i resent your implication that race has anything to do with this. now, as i was saying, the nevada gaming commission strictly forbids the employment of the colored.  .  i mean.
yeah.
of course.
my beeper. i'm sorry. i forgot it.
of course. enjoy the fight.
what, didn't you trust me?
how'd you get here?
but what about -- i mean, that whole thing with rusty.
why'd you make me go through all this? why not just tell me?
huh?
the fight? lewis. you like tyson? how strongly do you feel about it?
i'd go in for a buck.
you ever rappelled before?
nope.
aaaaahhhhh!
you alright?
you think yen made it out okay?
jesus.
-- five, four, three --
what's wrong?
you check the batteries?
you know, you lose focus for one second in this game --
guys, someone's here!