Poker Face

Housekeeping.

- (people chattering) - (machines beeping)

I'm out.

- Man: That's the gig. You got it? - Man 2: Yes, sir.

- Mr. LeGrand... - Natalie, what's the matter?

- Is he back? - No, no, no, no.

I'm fine. I was, uh...

He's not it. I was, uh, cleaning the room,

the high roller room.

Woman: No, I know, but you have to stop him.

Everything's going to be alright.

Hi, Cliff, he's still in there with some...

It's alright, Ginger.

Ginger, would you please get Natalie

some water or maybe something stronger.

Just water.

It's Cliff. We have a code red.

Cliff, what's up?

I don't believe it.

It was in the president's suite.

Sterling: No, I believe,

I believe you. It's just...

It's the Caine suite.

Are you 100 percent certain?

Room 1848.

I know who Mr. Caine is.

I know this is a big deal.

Natalie, it doesn't matter who he is

or what, how much money he's got,

what he means to this casino.

This is...

beyond just moral revulsion.

This is illegal.

You did the right thing.

Now we're going to do what we need to do. Okay?

Uh, I have to... I left my cart in the hallway.

Leave it. Don't worry about it.

I'll have to at least check out...

Don't clock out. We'll handle all of it, alright?

You've been through enough tonight.

We're going to have to contact the FBI,

I think, probably have to give a statement.

I don't know how it works.

But we'll be there for you.

Is your husband home?

Yeah. He is.

You feel safe going home to him?

He's fine. Yeah.

Alright, well...

get changed.

Go straight home.

We don't want Caine getting wind that something is up

and running off before the FBI can get here.

So for tonight, just don't tell anyone about this, okay?

Yeah.

Cliff: You're doing the right thing.

Should we call your father?

No, we're not calling my fuckin' father.

I'm handling this.

I can handle it.

Then tell me what to do.

- Chief. - Cliff: Good night, Ben.

Hey, Nat.

We ain't voting.

Goddamn it. I said we ain't voting!

- (TV playing loudly) - (Natalie sighs)

- Jerry. - (gunshot)

Okay. It's done.

- Woman: You alright? - Yeah.

Where were we?

Yeah. God.

Oh. What's good, John-O?

John-O: Yo, yo, yo.

Wanna help me eBay some old Playboys?

I'll cut you in. They're mint.

Ah, John-O. Nah, man.

I, I got to go to work in a few.

Work?

They're mint.

Mint-arino.

Hey. John-O, where did you get those?

No more break-ins, okay.

I don't want to have to bail your ass out again.

John-O: None of that, no.

John-O's good-O.

Bitty's in the kitty, shit's in the litter,

and the world is a beautiful place.

Okay, man.

Goddamn.

Ah, geez.

Hey. Uh, did you leave yet?

Charlie: You hear about this child porn ring thing?

What?

Yeah, they had it on my news.

Kiddie porn, dark web, like all the worst shit.

These rich fucks have these rings.

It's all run out of Russia on the dark web.

Oh, my God.

Charlie, I'm not having a good morning.

I don't need this right now.

Why do you listen to that stuff?

Why do I listen to the news?

Yeah, what's the point?

You can't do anything about it.

Every day, you're mad about something

you can't do anything about.

We're just better off with music, don't you think?

I'm doing something about it right now.

Look, I don't care.

Come at me, you Russian pervos.

Time's up on that shit. Done.

So. Handled.

How you doing? You alright?

Yes, I'm good.

- Oh, bullshit. - What?

What? I hear bullshit, I say bullshit.

- It's a thing I have, you know. - Security: Empty your pockets.

So you're not good. So what's up?

- Nothing. - Uh-huh.

Can we just, maybe, just, can we not?

- I'm fine. - Well, bullshit, but alright.

- Come back through. - Man, it's these things setting it off.

You're wearing a pound of chrome on your face?

Son of a bitch.

Natalie.

- Charlie. - Son of a bitch.

Okay, you got me. You got me.

I'm gonna break his face.

I still don't get it. You looked at his phone?

No, I didn't even. He's such an idiot.

I was knitting on the couch. The Apple TV was on

with that screen saver where it puts up our photos.

So it's like my sister's kids and our Tahoe shots

when we went last month.

And then it's his dick.

Like, boom, his dick is on the TV.

He didn't even know because it's, what is it

with the photos on his phone?

- The cloud. - The cloud.

The cloud of boners.

So when he gets home, I'm like,

who the fuck are you sending your dick to?

And he plays dumb and then...

That's as good as I can get it.

Thank you, Chelle.

Nat.

Please tell me that you kicked his ass out.

Yeah, I did.

Bullshit.

Hey, you guys doing okay over here?

Hi, how's it going?

- This is you, right? - Thank you.

A little scotch on the rocks.

Oh, tiger stripes and tie-dye.

Man: Alright, place your bets, place your bets.

Uh, uh, where's it gonna land?

Nobody knows.

- Hey, Chuck. - Yeah.

Before you go, the big guy wants to see you.

Uh, big guy who?

Oh shit.

Alright. What else does he need for the meeting?

And coffee? Alright.

Alright. Thanks. I'll make sure he gets it.

Hmm.

Alrighty. Bye-bye.

Charlie Cale, I'm here to get fired.

Hello, Miss Cale.

I'm happy to finally meet you.