Nessa turns around after Danny finishes VO-ing nothing of any importance, and she says, "He's into the casino for a hundred large." Danny VOs, "God, I love her accent." Yeah. Americans are suckers that way -- I've often suspected that the accent hang-up is the reason PBS stations stay afloat despite an increase in fundraising drives featuring Sarah Brightman; it's not the tote bags people keep tuning in for, it's the off-chance of seeing a Rumpole of the Bailey episode and listening to Leo McKern orate in plummy outrage.
Anyway, Nessa peevishly notes, "He's bumping his bet like he knows what's coming, Danny." Danny thinks that could be the case. He attempts to draw a connection between the cheater and Bunny Slippers, but the latter is merely on a hot streak. Nessa dismisses him and outlines all the ways she's eliminated the possibility of an inside job; Danny's problem now is figuring out how the cheater knows what's coming up on the deck. He tells Nessa, "Just play it straight; our people are everywhere." The camera zooms around so we can see all the casual thugs idly standing by. I realize we're supposed to be sympathizing with Danny's job and all, but given that all casinos are run so the house wins, and they all have such intensive security to reinforce this, why are we being asked to commiserate with the multibillion-dollar corporation that one person is cheating out of $100,000?
Nessa carries on some more in the accent, Danny trailing in her wake and nodding blankly. Apparently the whale wears a diamond horseshoe ring; he puts it on when he begins playing, takes it off when he's finished. Then she switches topics abruptly, asking when he plans on showing her the sights of Vegas like he promised. Danny gives a nervous look to the security camera right about their heads and thinks about how Big Ed would kill him for macking on Nessa, and defers their dream date to another time. He makes noises about finding the whale, and Nessa tells him to check with the butler at the VIP suite, since that's where the whale is usually sighted.
Cut to Danny talking to the butler who, in typical butler fashion, has a vaguely upper-crusty accent. The butler passes on one useful piece of information: "The only time he spoke to me was when he had one of his requests...he was with some female companions and wanted the jacuzzi filled with Tattinger, 1990 vintage. $400 a bottle. I had to send guys all over town to get enough." Danny asks, "To drink?" The butler gives him a wonderfully contemptuous look and replies, "No. To bathe in." Danny blinks and looks confused as he VOs, "I wonder if they turned the jets on."