Back at the Montecito, Sam, Nessa, Mary, and Delinda sit around a table, giggling over Danny sitting at Big Ed's desk like he's the king of the casino. And perhaps Danny wouldn't have such an inflated opinion of himself if the women didn't spend seemingly all their time talking about him. And Nessa and Sam point out that Delinda and Mary are in the "Danny McCoy club" and Mary seems a little embarrassed, but Delinda busts out a "membership has its privileges, ladies," much to everyone's amusement. They decide it's time to make the acting chief of security a little less secure, and Delinda says she knows just how to do it. Mary hesitates briefly before saying she's in. They all clink their Manhattan glasses as they pretend like they're really going to mess with him, when you just know it's going to involve sex. I suppose once they're finished screwing with him and talking about him and gossiping about him, they can go back to making fun of his ego.
Mike's returning from selling out his best friend when Gumshoe hops out of the casino, wearing another loud-yet-muted print shirt, yelling for "Lucky Mike," and for a valet who supposedly knows everything and everyone, it takes Mike a little while to remember Gumshoe from yesterday. Gumshoe starts praising Mike for the run of luck that's been on, a complete 180 from the day before (and thank god he didn't say "a complete 360"), and Gumshoe (whose name, we learn, is "Frank") credits Mike because Mike touched Frank's money clip and said his "mumbo-jumbo" (that would be the Cervantes). Frank's worried his luck is going to go south if Mike isn't with him 24/7; Mike laughs and thanks him, but points out he's not a lucky charm for hire. On a related note, the Irish rap group I was in when I was in college was called the Lucky Charms, and we were for hire. It's just that no one would hire us. Rolling through Hali with our trusty shillelaghs, we don't carry Uzis, we carry ukuleles. Hey? Not bad, eh? Shut up. Anyway, Frank drops five $500 chips in Mike's palm, and asks what it'll take. For a Vegas valet, Mike sure looks shocked at a measly $2,500 being tossed around. Still, I'd take it.
Some dingy bookie bar, where Big Ed sneaks up on some guy yelling at a football game on television and bumping into someone else at the bar, who tells the "old-timer" to take it easy. Ed's opinion is that, despite this dude's encouragement, the safety's probably going to catch the running back. "Steady Eddie Deline," says the guy, without turning around. When he does turn around, he warmly shakes Eddie's hand, who introduces us all to "Charlie [something]," and asks if he's loaded up on the football game he's watching. "You kidding me? That's a ten-dollar parlay!" says Charlie. Heh. No time for small talk, though; Eddie wants to know if Charlie can run "Omaha 19" for him. "With or without the body count?" asks Charlie. Ed pretends to think about it, then says without it. "Too bad," says Charlie, noting that it's a lot more fun with the body count. Because Ice-T throws such a party. Ed wants to know how quickly Charlie can get a crew together, and Charlie asks if this afternoon is okay. It is, says Ed, and they hug, with Ed coming up with a wallet that Charlie just lifted off the other guy at the bar. Ed makes him promise to give it back, but as soon as Ed leaves, Charlie puts it back in his jacket. Yeah, Charlie's just the sort of fellow a security head likes to see in his casino.