Tom is up on the roof walking Bally the Rottweiler and complaining about it to Tim on the phone. They really need an assistant; Tim just wants to make sure the guy's not taller than him. Then we go to a place where the curtains are slowly lifting before a giant window to the outside...slowly, slowly they rise and part...then with a camera-shoot sound (?) they are suddenly open, and light is streaming in. It's stupid and pointless and does nothing for me. Bryan, brown-haired guy, and a completely new guy are waking up and getting dressed. Completely new guy starts talking about how they need to get an eye-opener, how he needs a vodka tonic in the morning (nice), and wondering where Geoff is. Geoff is, of course, back down in the casino, saying, "Excellente, my friend" (fuck you, Geoff) to the dealer and then thanking him by name. God, how I loathe him. He's been playing since like 6:30 AM, pit boss says. ["At this point I began praying aloud for Albert Brooks to appear in his bathrobe." -- Sars] Tim wants to stay up to date on the situation. Back to Tim and Tom, where Tim introduces Tom to their new assistant, Zack, by comparing him to -- and I am in no way falsifying this -- "that black kid that follows the president around" on The West Wing. I hate you, Tim. That's all. I just hate you. There's a non-humorous portion where Zack is introduced to Bally (the Rottweiler) and he walks her on the roof, telling his mom about his fantastic new job. Tom calls Bally "the Queen," and for all I know he thinks it's true, she's actually a dignitary.