You can gamble in Las Vegas? Who knew?

We open on a casino. People are hitting the roulette tables, throwing dice and engaging in other games of statistical probability that megalithic corporations have rigged in their favor. Despite this, they look like they're having a good time.

A player -- not a smooth, would-be ladies' man, but an actual gambler -- slides a Benjamin across the table to his blackjack dealer. She looks up at the floor boss and calls, "Changing one hundred." "Changing one hundred," he confirms. She puts the bill in a Lucite box and slides it into the table; it appears to lock there. I'm going to go out on a limb and guess that the box drops the money into a secured safe set into the table. Except I'm not really, because in the next scene, a uniformed security officer comes over pushing what looks like a big steel lockbox, then bends over the table, slides out the steel box, and replaces it with a fresh one, all under the watchful eye of the floor boss. The security guy then looks up at one of the surveillance cameras set in the ceiling and gives it a thumbs-up. We switch perspectives to the surveillance office, where the scene is replayed on a tiny monitor set in a larger bank. "Section G-3 all clear. En route to H-4 and then soft-count." Both men watching the monitors look as though they're in danger of slipping into comas any second now. The camera pulls back to look at a monitor where three long-haired, sunglasses-wearing figures are striding into the casino.

And then we're back on the casino floor, tracking these same three people. One of them is very female, in a fake-looking blonde pageboy and Jackie-O-style glasses; her companions look like Howard Stern and Denise Bryson. The three of them fan out on the crowded casino floor, and then the blonde woman takes out her gun and shoots down the chandelier. Instantly, and nearly reflexively, everyone hits the floor about the same time as the chandelier does. The man in the Howard Stern wig and red coat shoots the security guard in the back, then the Denise-Bryson-looking-guy does likewise. Denise gets a little trigger-happy -- handy for providing cover while Howard relieves the rolling lockbox of its contents. Blondie continues to cover the other half of the casino floor, with considerably more poise than Denise.

Up in the surveillance booth, both men have snapped to and one is saying, "Section G-4, security intercept at section G-5! Contain! Contain!" The two of the continue to watch Denise shoot at people while Howard robs the cart. We transition back down to the live action, and the three of them are now shooting their way out of the casino. Blondie takes the time to shoot out the barware -- smart, given that it puts on an impressive show and is a pain in the ass to clean up -- while Howard and Denise shoot security people instead. Just then, Denise goes down in a wrenching spasm; we watch the body fall and note that inside the shot, Howard's gun-holding hand is tucked discreetly by his hemline.