Mike is sitting down to dinner when Ben wanders in all dazed. "I busted out, man. I lost everything," he explains. Mike is cordially sympathetic and comments on his rotten luck. Ben snaps, "There shouldn't be any luck about it, Mike. Poker's a game of skill." Mike talks about how tough the competition is, and points out that since Ben won his seat online, he's breaking even. A professional thug comes over and grips Ben's shoulders while flashing a humorless smile and saying, "It was a tough break." Ben obviously lies that it's someone else from the tournament. The thug settles down so he can keep an eye on Ben, and vice-versa, and Ben's all, "Gotta go! Benito the killer bookie is out to get me!" only it comes out, "I don't think I can have dinner here." Mike's not exactly reading the subtext, so he's all, "Dinner's on me!" Ben then flees while Benito the killer bookie looks on and grins evilly.

See, if this show was really into showing Las Vegas instead of depicting the Love Boat in dry-dock, they'd totally embrace the leg-breaker regular who lurks around and menaces chronic gamblers. Between the leg-breaker and the high-strung diva singing about her boy toy, this could be interesting. But nooooooo! We have to have Mary's lame-assed Freak Convention of the Week and the meddling-in-affairs-of-guests angle.

Danny's seated at a video monitor, watching the Vera and Vanko show. Big Ed comes by and asks for the haps, and Danny explains, "Well, video IQ picks her up here, and then I just lose her completely. I ran this footage against every other camera on the property. So far, no matches. So, video IQ uses a combination of her signature and gait, right? There's no way she could have just walked out of here without the video IQ picking her up." Big Ed points out the obvious: "Maybe she didn't walk." Danny wonders if maybe they should call the police; Big Ed responds that Vera's not officially missing until 72 hours have elapsed, and he plans on finding her before then lest the show go dark. You and I both know that if Delinda were missing 72 minutes, Big Ed would be all over this, right? Danny snots, "Touching." Big Ed replies, "Listen, wise guy. I am deeply concerned about her welfare, all right? But now that I'm, ah, president of operations, ah, I'm also deeply concerned about the millions that we stand to lose from the Montecito."

Mike and Nessa are walking out of a casino side entrance so Nessa can get her second contractually-obligated line of the night with, "Good night," when a car screeches by, slows long enough to roll Ben out, and screeches out again. Mike notes the bleeding and all; Nessa runs off to instruct someone to call 911. I guess their cell phones can't be used for such an emergency.