The camera zooms from the security-room view to the felt of the blackjack table, and then up to the cheater, whose chips are stacked in neat rows. Everyone cheers and cheers, and then we go to commercials.
Back in the security office, Big Ed orders Danny to run infrared through the casino, then put Bunny Slippers in a high-roller suite, the better to get him out of the way.
Danny's back on the floor, about to take care of Bunny Slippers, when Mary comes up and tells him, "Hey. All right, the girl who dates your whale was just called by the casino host at the Sand Dragon, and told when and where to meet him." I love how "date" is used in these conversations. It seems positively quaint. Mary also passes on that the casino host's name is Sam. Danny's all, "That guy's the biggest whale thief in town! He plays hit-and-run, never showing his face."
And now we're watching Bunny Slippers rake in even more chips as the player who just busted at his table grumbles, "God, this guy's pathetic." Sour grapes much? Then he gets Nessa to give him his own table, claiming that Bunny Slippers -- who has unapologetically invaded his personal space -- smells. Well, $1.2 million buys a lot of Jean Naté bath splash. Danny and Mary charge on over to the table; Danny introduces himself and offers a VIP suite on behalf of the hotel. Bunny Slippers isn't impressed. Nessa comes over and orders new decks for the table; Mary slips into Danny's old spot and says, "You know, they have great room service in the VIP suite. You can order anything you want, even have a chef come in and cook it for you." Bunny Slippers ponders this, then asks, "Mac and cheese?" "Oh, yeah! To die for!" Mary responds. "Oatmeal cookies and milk?" Bunny Slippers persists. Mary assures him that the chefs will make him whatever he wants. Bunny Slippers caves, and takes off said slippers to begin transporting his chips to the suite. Mary and Nessa help, and Mary mouths at Danny to go. He does, but not before telling Big Ed that he found the whale.
As Danny heads out the door to retrieve the whale, Mike has time to tell him that his dad has stopped by. At last, we get to see if the McCoy family is involved in child slavery! Mr. McCoy sure doesn't look like he traffics in human flesh. Danny asks his dad what he's doing there, and McCoy replies, "I was wondering if you were going to come with me to see your mother." Danny reverts to his fourteen-year-old self and replies, "It's not Mom. It's a headstone." McCoy declines to get into a debate over personal rituals acknowleging the dead; he asks only, "That mean you're not going?" Danny doesn't reply. McCoy searches for a new topic of conversation: "You ought to stop by the new job site sometime --" "I'm not into job sites, Dad," Danny snots. McCoy replies, "You used to love them." Danny snots some more, "You used to love to take me because you didn't have a babysitter." Oh, suck it up. McCoy notes with a grin, "There's not one piece of heavy equipment you can't operate." Danny sulks some more, "Oh, yeah, working a 40-hour week in 115-degree weather when you're ten." When'd he have time to kiss Mary if his dad was making him work? Also, excuse me for being obtuse here, but how would Danny's childhood be any different from any kid whose parents have him or her booked on time-intensive sports activities, or music, or dance? Danny should just hop in his waaaaaaahmbulance and take off.
McCoy cuts his losses: "I'm going to be late for work. Listen, Greg needs to talk to you. Call him, okay?" Who is this Greg? Why do both Mary and McCoy know about him? Anyway, Danny realizes he's being a little shit, and he asks McCoy to call him before he heads over to the cemetery. As the older man takes off -- and let me express how disappointed I am that he's the McCoy in the "McCoy Construction" of that newspaper headline, and not something outrageous like a hit man -- Danny informs us that his father never really moved on after his mother's death. Danny strikes me as the kind who would also complain if his father remarried after his mother's death, so McCoy can't win for losing. We also find out that the reason McCoy came by was in honor of what would have been Mrs. McCoy's birthday. Danny doesn't dwell on this; he'd rather dwell on his own problems, like what to do for Mrs. J's anniversary present. He asks the Widower McCoy what he would have done. Nice. McCoy replies only, "I'd hope she'd still want me, son." Danny pats his Dad on the arm, and walks off.