Previously on the O.C.:
Julie and Caleb's wedding invitation.
Getting married in, uh.. Two weeks.
SETH: Wow, they're really doing it.
It's simple. Your boyfriend hits you, you leave him, right?
It's never simple.
You're probably fan of the classics, so..
Superman, no? Batman?
You probably really need Ryan right now,
and me being here-- I'm just getting in the way.
It's more than twice what we put into it.
You caught me at a good time.
He is up to something. I don't care. $2,500,000.
You and me, we're going to be fine.
SETH: Ryan? Ryan, hey, hey, man, are you asleep?
Ryan?
I'm asleep.
Yeah. I can't sleep, either.
(sighs): I know what you're going to say.
You know, she hasn't technically dumped me yet,
but... it's only a matter of time, right?
So, what do I do? Do I force a confrontation,
or do I just continue to be whiny and passive-aggressive
until she realizes what a catch I am?
Ryan? Ryan, Ryan, Ryan, you asleep?
Yeah. Oh, okay, sorry.
I'm going to let you go back to sleep, okay?
As bad as things are, they're much worse for you, so...
What? I'm just saying that, I'm at least in my bed.
not sleeping here on my floor, not sleeping.
Because you won't stop talking. Yeah, but also
because your ex-girlfriend's sleeping in your room,
to the dismay of your girlfriend who you just got together with.
Marissa's fine with it. I'm sure she is, buddy.
Same way if, Oliver was sleeping on her couch, it's cool.
Should I kick Theresa out of the pool house?
No, but... aren't you just the least bit curious
as to when she's leaving? No.
No, I'm not. I'm not worried about it. Okay.
Good. Yeah.
Night. Go back to bed... or the floor.
Yeah, okay, I should talk to Theresa.
Let me come with you.
Theresa?
Housekeeping.
Hello?
SETH: Maybe she's still at work.
No, her bag's here.
Yeah. Apparently she's been shopping.
Sorry. I didn't hear you guys come in.
Hey, let me know if you ever need anything, okay?
My mom's got lots of toiletries.
Thanks, but, um, I'm probably not going
to be here that much longer.
Oh... you're not. Oh.
No. I-I can't impose on Seth's parents forever.
Sure. I intend to.
Thanks, but I really need to figure things out.
I have some family I can call,
so...
So, uh, see you tomorrow?
No, I picked up a morning shift at the bakery, so...
Oh, alright, so maybe after school?
Sure... but aren't you and Marissa...?
Yeah, no, I mean, we'll both see you after...
We'll actually all see you after school,
because, my girlfriend's currently dating her father,
which to me, is... Seth.
We'll talk about this tomorrow.
Goodnight. Goodnight.
Alright, goodnight.
Yeah. Night.
(piano and acoustic guitar strumming gentle melody)
* California, here we come
* Right back where we started from *
* California
* California...
* Cal...
* California
* Here we come.
So, what's it going to be, Cal:
the Hyatt Newporter...
the pool at the Four Seasons Hotel
where everybody gets married,
or the beautiful glass cathedral
overlooking the ocean at the Wayfarer's Chapel, hmm?
(sighs)
Uh, I have to get to work.
Wh-Wh-Whatever you like, angel.
Oh.
Sorry about breakfast, Kiki.
Dad, the only reason we're having this breakfast
is so that we can do some work.
You have been so busy with the wedding lately,
I haven't even seen you. Really? Because every time
I've asked him to help me he says he's working with you.
Really? So, Cay-Cay, what have you been doing all this time?
Don't you have someplace to be?
As a matter of fact, I'm meeting Jimmy for breakfast.
I bet even that sounds good to you right about now, huh?
The Wayfarer Chapel it is.
Well, a-are you sure?
I mean, these photos don't really do it justice.
I should take you up there this weekend. You'll love it.
I wish I could. I'm out of town.
What? Since when? You can't go out of town.
We're getting married next week.
Just one night. Business.
Business where? Uh... Nevada.
Nevada, as in Las Vegas, Nevada?
Actually... Dad, you're going out of town
for one night to Vegas on business?
What business?
There is no business.
You're going to Vegas because you're having
a bachelor party, aren't you?
Some of the investors and I are... Hiring strippers,
drinking too much and gambling all night
the weekend before our wedding.
Oh, geez, it sounds like a bachelor party to me.
I... I have to admit, I-I feel a little hurt
that I wasn't invited. Yeah, me, too.
Not that I have any affection for you, Cay-Cay.
You know that, but... I do love the Vegas.
I didn't know you loved the Vegas, Dad.
I love the Vegas. I love the Vegas.
Ryan, how do you feel about the Vegas?
I've never been to the Vegas. My mom was all about the Reno.
We should go. You love Vegas, Ryan and I have never been.
You can use his, mutant card counting abilities,
pay for the whole trip. Sounds like fun.
Yeah, it does. What about Theresa?
I can take care of Theresa. You should go.
Do I have any say in this?
(scoffs): No.
Enjoy your bachelor party.
(laughs)
(knock at door)
Hey. Hey.
Ready for breakfast? Almost.
My Realtor is coming here. Have to give her the contract.
Contract for what? Well, with any luck...
...my new house.
Jimmy, it's right on the beach-- it's perfect.
Yeah, I just wannna give Marissa a home she can be proud of.
What are you gonna do with your half of Caleb's money?
I'm taking some of it with me to Vegas this weekend.
The boys and I are crashing his bachelor party. You wanna come?
Are you kidding? The man bailed us out, took Julie off my hands.
I'll buy him his first lap dance.
Hell, I'll give him one myself. (doorbell ringing)
Can you... can you grab that? I just got to get the contract.
Hi, Gail VanDeeper. You must be Sandy. Hi. Yeah.
Congratulations on selling the restaurant.
Oh. You guys must've made a fortune.
I heard Robert Campbell is gonna turn that whole area
into a outdoor mall. Robert Campbell?
Uh... we actually sold the restaurant to Caleb Nichol.
Oh, then I guess Caleb Nichol
is gonna make a fortune. Well, another fortune, right?
But you and Jimmy must've made good money, so...
what are you going to do next?
I want to kill him. Of course, then I'll have to go jail,
It'd be better than moving in with him and my mom, right?
And that way I wouldn't have to tell my dad I'm moving out.
You still haven't told him?
Well, what am I supposed to say: that Caleb's blackmailing me?
Then my dad'll kill him, and I'll have to move in with mom.
So, what are you going to tell him?
I don't know, but I've to do it by this weekend.
I think your dad might be going to Vegas this weekend.
How do you know?
Because I might be going to Vegas this weekend.
For what? Caleb's bachelor party.
What? With, like, uh, strippers
and prostitutes and showgirls?
Yeah, I don't know. I hope so.
(scoffs) What? No, I'm not going to go.
I can't leave Theresa here all by herself.
Theresa? What about me?
What? You-you know what I mean.
You-you got Summer and your sister.
Theresa-- she's got nobody.
Well, she's got me.
I mean, I am your girlfriend, right?
So, I mean, any friend of yours is a friend of mine...
right?
You are my girlfriend.
Glad to hear it.
Now, about those strippers...
Wh-What strippers-- I don't know any strippers.
I don't want Chippendales.
I want strippers: full-on, full-frontal male strippers...
preferably at a place that serves bottomless margaritas.
Uh-huh.
Or I can invite the girls over and I can throw you
a lovely catered bachelorette cocktail party.
With strippers. Without strippers.
Julie, we are smart, sophisticated women.
We don't need strange naked men
dancing in front of us to be entertained.
(sighs)
I'm not as smart as you. Plus, the boys are getting strippers.
The boys are not getting strippers.
Kirsten, it's Las Vegas.
You get strippers as a side with your entree.
Of course they're getting strippers.
Why else would Sandy go to Vegas with Caleb?
Strippers, huh? Uh-huh.
Let's get all the Newpsies into limos,
drive to L.A., have dinner on Sunset,
then head south to Mantopia or the Stud Farm.
You've done your research.
Todd in Accounting, who also told me
about this place called the Petting Zoo.
It's not exactly legal, but...
Julie, I am not going to a place called the Petting Zoo.
You don't know where the pets have been.
We'll be too drunk to care. No strippers.
Just one stripper?
Please?
Just one little stripper who never hurt anyone
who's just trying to make his way in the world...
naked.
One little stripper.
Yes! You're the best.
But no Chippendales.
And not little.
A bachelor party?
Mm-hmm, where really anything could happen.
(scoffs): Good to know.
Yeah, just kind of a courtesy thing, really,
seeing as how... the last time I checked,
we're still boyfriend and girlfriend...
even though you've been ignoring me in the halls
and don't return any of my calls.
I didn't mean for that to rhyme.
Look, Cohen... I just want you to tell me
you're not gonna let what your dad thinks of me break us up.
He's my dad. So what? I don't...
Summer, I don't care about your dad, okay?
I care about you... a lot,
and if that's not good enough for you...
Obviously, that's not good enough for you,
so I'm going to go to Vegas.
Hi.
Hey.
How was work? How you feeling?
Good. Um, I'm actually going back.
I picked up another shift tonight.
Marissa and I were kind of hoping we could all hang out.
Yeah, I can't.
Um, I have to make money if I'm going to go to Atlanta.
Atlanta?
Yeah, my cousin Kim lives in Atlanta,
and she said I could go stay with her
as long as I pay my own way, so...
I mean, she doesn't have a pool house or anything, but...
that way, maybe I can get a second chance, too.
How much you need?
Ryan, I can't take your money.
I don't even... I... $2,000.
I'll ask the Cohens. No, you won't.
Listen to me. This is not your problem, okay?
Go, win, make money.
That's what I'm going to do.
Oh! Ow! My ankle!
$2,000, huh?
Well, I've got about...
I'd say I got about $1,000 in savings bonds.
Bar Mitzvah bucks.
Yeah, and I could throw in a couple hundred.
I can't ask you guys to do that.
Well, you didn't ask. We volunteered.
Thanks, but it's not enough. But you can make enough,
you take that money to Vegas and triple it on the blackjack.
I don't know. It's been a while
since I've done the whole card-counting thing.
I'm going to start you off slow, right?
If you suck, I'm just going to cut you off.
Well, how do we get into the casinos?
We'd use our fake IDs. You have fake IDs?
Stevie Sebolski of Menlo Park. It's good to meet you.
Have you met my associate, Marty Nevis?
MARISSA: Oh, God.
Okay, look, you guys go to Vegas.
I'll take care of Theresa.
If you win, great.
If not, well, then, Theresa never has to know.
What do you have to lose?
Just $1,000 in Bar Mitzvah bonds,
but other than that, nothing.
Are you in?
Marty, are you in?
I'm in.
* Check-ch-check-check- check-ch-check it out *
* What-wha-what-what- what's it all about? *
* Work-wa-work-work- work-wa-work it out *
* Let's turn this, turn this party out *
* Said, "Doc what's the condition? *
* I'm a man that's on a mission" *
* Said, "Son, you'd better listen *
* Stuck in your-- what?-- is an electrician" *
* Like a scientist
* Mmm, when I'm applying this
* Method of controlling my mind *
* Like Einstein and the rappin' duke combined *
Well, I love the Vegas. Reno was never like this.
* Some call it salugi Some hot potato *
* I stole your mic and you won't see it later *
* I add up...
What is this place?
This is the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino.
According to Seth, it is Ground Zero
for aging hipsters like yourself.
I thought we were going to Caesars.
Yeah, about that.
Caesars didn't have a permanent Springsteen exhibit.
Although they do have Celine Dion.
Yet another reason we're staying here.
Hey, mock if you must, but the woman can sing, sing, sing.
You're going to regret saying that on your birthday.
Yeah, really. Welcome to the Hard Rock.
My name is Amy. Which one of you is Mr. Cohen?
Oh, uh... Hi, Amy. We spoke on the phone.
It's good to see you. Yes, good to see you.
We have the penthouse ready for you.
If you gentlemen will follow me. Penthouse?
Yeah.
So, whose card did you put that on?
Oh, please-- the old man's.
Oh, I love you, son, I love you.
I love you, too, Dad. Aw...
Just not as much as I love Vegas. Huh!
The casino, restaurants, pool and spa
are all on this level, if you'll follow me,
I'll show you our famous bowling alley.
Dear God, there's a bowling alley.
Yes, sir. It's in your room.
Did you see that?
I just almost bowled a strike.
In our hotel room, man.
I'm never going home.
It's like a million-dollar frat house.
( chuckling ): I know. It's fantastic.
Mmm. Well, I'm going to explore the casino.
AMY: May I give you gentlemen a tour?
No, I'll find my own way, thanks.
We're good, thanks, Amy. Oh, thanks.
Uh, actually, you know what?
We'll, uh, we'll take that tour. Yeah.
Oh, sure. I just need to see some ID.
Oh... It's just a formality.
We have a lot of kids under 21
using fake IDs to get onto the casino floor.
We hate to have to throw them out of the hotel.
I don't think we're going to need that tour, actually,
but thank you for stopping by so much.
That's really sweet.
What are we going to do, man?
I don't want to get thrown out.
I love the hotel. Me, too.
I want to marry the hotel and have little gambling-addicted,
alcoholic kids with it.
Fine, we'll find another casino.
What, like a youth casino?
( chuckles softly )
Seth, it's Vegas.
You want to find some action, all you got to do is ask.
* Right there where the heart breaks... *
Winner, pay the line.
( phone ringing )
Yeah?
Where are we doing this?
No, I'm at the Hard Rock, of all places.
Fine. I'm on my cell.
So, where's the party?
There is no party, just a quiet dinner.
Hey, speaking of dinner, have you figured out
what you're going to do with the restaurant?
No. You figured out what you're gonna do with all that money.
I'm putting all mine on the hard ways.
Jimmy's going to buy a house for himself and Marissa.
Really? Yeah.
Last time I talked to Marissa,
she was planning on moving in with us.
* La la la la la
* La la la la la...
MAN ( over TV ): Ever gonna stop being mad at me...
I'm sorry, but does it strike anyone else as tragic
that the boys are in Las Vegas doing God knows what
while we're sitting here watching The Valley marathon?
Hey, that's Sum's favorite show, okay?
Right, Sum?
( sniffling )
Are you crying? No.
( sniffling )
It's a sad episode.
( sniffling )
She broke up with Seth.
Coop! What? Why?
Her dad doesn't approve.
Coop. Please. You think
my dad approves of Jimmy Cooper? The man's a felon.
No offense.
Yeah, I know.
Anyway, my mom still doesn't approve of Ryan.
It's like a rule.
Like, your parents almost have to disapprove.
Otherwise, the sex isn't any good.
Was that an overshare?
Yeah, he kind of is my dad.
Yeah.
( doorbell rings )
Yeah, I'll get the door.
Hey.
Hey... can I talk to you?
Alone?
You want me to get you a stripper? Well, not me.
Julie.
And I only ask because...
you were a stripper.
Can I ask you something?
How do you get yourself into these things?
I wish I knew. Does she have a picture of you
wearing culottes, or something? You don't like Julie Cooper.
Shh! Marissa's still here.
And that's not entirely true.
You let her walk all over you.
You're upset with her because she's marrying Dad.
Yeah, for his money. The same reason that she married Jimmy.
Well, she's not your biggest fan, either.
Why am I getting her a stripper? Because if you don't...
she's going to make me take her
to a place called The Petting Zoo
which, according to Todd in Accounting--
they pet.
( chuckling ): You know what?
I'll do it. If Julie Cooper wants a stripper,
I know just the man for the job.
Thank you.
( upbeat music playing )
SETH: We live in an age of miracles, Ryan. Look at them frolicking.
Look how much fun it is. There's bowling alleys in the penthouse,
you know what I'm saying, hotel rooms?
There's beaches in the middle of the desert.
There's so many bikini-clad women
that I haven't even thought about Summer since, like...
Since you left a message on her machine?
Sure, that's right, but that was also
20 minutes ago. I'm feeling liberated now, confident.
Like I could walk up to any one of these women and just...
converse.
Know what I'm saying?
Okay, go for it. Okay.
The thing is, I don't wanna be rude to you.
I can take care of myself.
Yeah, well, but I can't, I can't...
I can't just go up to some strange girl and say, "Oh..."
Excuse me, would you mind if I kissed you?
Are you talking to me?
Sorry. The Hard Rock's kind of exclusive.
You can't use the beach unless you're with a guest, so...
I'm Jen. Seth.
And you are an excellent kisser.
Can I buy you guys a drink?
Uh, yeah, I think we're out, so that, um...
( phone ringing )
Would you hold on one second? It's Summer.
Hey.
Cohen... listen, I've been thinking.
Yeah?
Hey, I have to kiss you again.
What? What?
Cohen, what is going on over there?
Wow.
You're an amazing kisser.
Hold that thought, please.
Hey, Summer, um...
Hello?
He's kissing another girl.
No. Yes, right in front of me on the phone.
I can't believe this.
I have been crying actual tears over that ass,
and he's kissing randoms.
Okay, you know what?
We're going to have a girls' night out, okay?
Theresa's coming over, we can do whatever you want.
Really? 'Cause all I want to do right now
is go to Las Vegas and kick Cohen's ass.
She's gonna kick my ass. Yeah.
Was that your girlfriend?
"Was" being the operative word there.
I am so sorry. No, it's... listen...
I shouldn't even be here. I should go.
I have a paper to write, anyway.
Yeah, we should probably go, too, so...
Where are you guys headed? Can I give you a lift?
You have a car here? Yeah, I live here. I go to UNLV.
Ah. English major,
with a weakness for fake beaches.
What about you guys?
Uh, just visiting. Yeah.
We're looking for a blackjack game.
Yeah, it's sort of business.
I don't know about blackjack but a couple of guys from my class
are doing this poker thing downtown.
It's kind of intense, though.
Want to go?
Sure. Sure.
Hey. How'd it go with Caleb?
Ah, he stonewalled me. I got nothing.
Maybe he's just out here for his bachelor party.
( chuckling ): Yeah, right. Yeah, a bachelor party
where Robert Campbell just happened to stop by
and pay him half a billion dollars for The Coastline.
So, he's profiting from our loss. He's Caleb Nichol.
That's what he does. He paid us a huge amount of money for that
restaurant. He's the only reason I can put a bid on a house.
You may want to retract that bid,
because according to Caleb,
Marissa's moving in with him.
MARISSA: Summer had to go home, but she wants us to call if we go out.
Yeah, I don't feel like going out much, if that's okay.
Yeah, no, of course it's okay.
We'll just order in. You want, like, Indian, Chinese, sushi?
No, not sushi. I can't do raw fish.
Okay, um, well, what about something else to drink?
I think we have like, juice, soda, beer?
No, I can't.
I mean, I shouldn't. Thanks.
You can't drink, you can't have sushi...
What are you, pregnant?
Oh, my God, are you pregnant?
RYAN: We're just playing Texas Hold 'Em, right?
Yup. Last time I was here, it was, like, a $250 buy-in.
As in $250?
Why, do you play? Yeah, just for fun.
Well, it was fun until last time I lost that $250.
These guys-- they don't play for fun.
( sighs softly )
You do know how to play poker, right?
Yeah. I haven't played in a while, but...
Great, great.
How about I go buy us a drink?
Okay. Okay.
Look, we don't have to do this. Yeah, well, what about Theresa?
Theresa's not your responsibility.
Well, she's not yours either, yet here we are.
So, listen... I love the Vegas.
It's time to see if the Vegas loves me.
Howdy.
I haven't told anyone.
Not my mom, not Eddie...
especially not Ryan.
You're the only one who knows, so...
I'm not going to tell anyone, I promise.
Hey, do you not want to talk about this?
I've been going crazy keeping this to myself.
Okay, so, do you know what you want to do?
I don't even have the money to get to Atlanta,
so I have no idea how I would pay for an...
I mean, even if I had the baby...
I work in a bakery, you know?
What am I supposed to do?
Well, maybe if you talk to Eddie...
No, I can't.
He'll try to convince me to marry him and have the baby...
or else he'll say it isn't his.
Who else's could it be?
( upbeat music playing )
( slurping )
All in.
$2,500.
Pocket aces.
Hey, hey.
How you doing there, buddy?
Well, we got your bar mitzvah money,
we got Theresa's money, now we got to go.
No. What about the Ryan and Seth go-to-Europe money, my man?
Get back. We can get Vespas. Vespas-- really?
Yeah, it's Europe. Harleys, whatever.
The point is, man, why quit when you're ahead?
Because if we don't, Angry Trucker Hat over there
is going to hurt me. Maybe he's not angry at you.
Maybe he's angry 'cause people don't wear trucker hats anymore.
Come on, I'm doing so good with Jen, I think.
Invite her back to the room, or something.
It is kind of sweaty in here. I'd like to,
but how am I going to do that?
Hey. So, uh, Seth and I were wondering...
if... If you would like
to come back to our hotel room with us
and go bowling, which is not as weird as it sounds.
Are you guys staying in the penthouse?
My girlfriends and I've wanted to rent that. But it's so expensive.
Yeah, well, uh, you should call them.
You should bring them over.
Are you serious? Yeah.
Call them. Okay, thanks.
( sighing )
( rock ballad intro playing )
Now, isn't this better than some seedy Hollywood club?
Mmm.
Mmm, when's the stripper getting here?
Don't tell me, I want it to be a surprise.
( doorbell ringing )
( gasping )
Surprise. I'll get it.
Uh, maybe I'd better go with you.
You know, in case it's a UPS man,
and I have to sign for the package.
Or maybe it's a plumber, and he needs to tighten my pipes.
Or... you know what?
What if it's... Hailey.
What are you doing here?
Kirsten invited me, since you clearly forgot.
My memory is fine.
Uh... crab cakes?
I can't stay. I just saw a fire truck out front,
and wanted to make sure everything was okay.
Fire truck?
Is it hot in here...
or is it just me?
* My girl
* Ugn, ugn
* My girl
( squealing )
* My girl
WOMAN: Whoo-hoo!
* Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
( squealing ) Ooh!
* My girl
( women whooping )
( laughing )
* The way you walk and talk
* The way it turns me on...
Whoo!
Hailey, I said one stripper.
* The way you squeeze and tease *
* Knocks to my knees
* You're smokin', baby, baby
* The way you swerve and curve really wrecks my nerves *
( phone ringing ) * I'm so excited, child
Ooh!
* Whoo, whoo The way you push *
* Push...
( phone ringing )
Hello.
Hey.
Oh, thank God it's you. There are four male strippers
dressed as firemen dancing in our living room.
Theme stripping-- you got to love that.
( women whooping )
Oh, wait.
Now they're not dressed as anything at all.
Well, try to keep them off the furniture.
So how's everything going in Vegas?
Let me ask you something: Do you find it at all odd
that after your father bought into the restaurant,
as powerful as he is,
we were still denied our liquor license?
Well, yeah, but the guy that was on the liquor board
was an ex-client of Jimmy's.
So, your dad doesn't know anyone on the liquor board.
Well, he knows everyone, but why would he do something like that?
He was a partner in the restaurant.
So he could buy us out cheap and turn around and sell it to
Robert Campbell for ten times as much.
Sandy, he wouldn't do that.
Honey, when are you gonna realize
there is nothing your dad wouldn't do?
What are you going to do?
I'm going to talk to your father.
Hey, Ryan. Yeah?
I'm proud of you, man.
Not as proud as if we were on Vespas, but...
Jen, we're going to do strip bowling. I'm not a good bowler,
so you'll probably see my tush.
Hey, you guys go ahead. I'm gonna catch up.
Yeah, hurry up. Okay.
Hey, I still haven't heard from you.
I just want to make sure you're okay. Ryan's here, he'd like
to say hi. Give us a call back, okay?
I love you, kiddo.
I've been calling her all day. She hasn't picked up her cell.
Everything okay? Listen, do you know anything
about Marissa moving in with Caleb and Julie?
Uh, yeah.
She finally told you?
No, she didn't.
Caleb told Sandy.
This was something I should know?
What? No, nothing, I just...
I don't know why he'd do that. They had a deal.
A deal? What kind of deal?
Move.
Hi. The name is Cohen, C-O-H-E-N.
I think that's how you spell it.
*
You can pretty much see the entire strip from here.
Yeah, you can see it from here, too.
It's very impressive.
Wait till you see what happens next.
Mmm. I would, actually, I would like that very much,
to see what happens next.
The thing is, I'm kind of in love with my girlfriend,
and that makes it weird.
Ex-girlfriend, right? That's a good point.
Mm-hmm.
Cohen!
Summer?
I-I tried to stop her.
Get away from him, whore.
Whoa, whoa, hey, she's not a whore, okay?
She goes to UNLV.
Oh, you know what? I'm sorry-- skank.
WOMAN: Hello?
Mmm, did somebody order more skanks?
Come on in, you guys.
Ryan, Seth-- this is Valerie
Shannon and Grace.
Aren't you going to introduce me?
What are you doing here, Lucas?
This many girls, I'm going to need payment before the party.
Uh, wait, no... Payment? Are you, uh...?
You're a prostitute. I knew it!
So, four girls till midnight. Plus, you had Jen all afternoon.
No, man, I think I've been had all afternoon.
Uh, either way, it's 250 an hour
which brings us to a grand total of...
( clicking tongue )
...$5,000.
LUCAS: So...
what'll it be, gentlemen, cash, check or charge?
I hate the Vegas.
My entire life, I've never even seen a prostitute.
Now I have four of them taking advantage of me in my room.
And not in a nice way.
Well, way to go, whore boy. Thanks.
Alright, alright. Summer, how much money you got?
I'm not giving you my money. I'm was not the one worked over.
I wasn't worked on, I was entrapped.
This is your fault. You are the one who broke up with me.
So you hire yourself a call girl?
Your dad wouldn't approve?
This has nothing to do with my dad.
You're absolutely right, it doesn't.
I overreacted a little. Maybe a little. I don't know.
Maybe if you didn't try so hard with him...
I did that because it was important to you.
You swear nothing else happened with the skank-ho?
I swear. One kiss.
Maybe four.
I hope you enjoyed them,
because if anything like this happens again, I'll kill you.
You won't have to. If we don't get 5,000 soon, her pimp will.
Between my money and Theresa's money,
it's only 3,000.
( zipper opening )
3,500.
Thanks, but that's... still leaves us 1,500 short.
You know, you guys did buy us till midnight.
That's more than enough time
for another time game of no-limit hold 'em.
That's a card game, not hooker talk.
( clears throat )
Well, that was some performance.
( chuckles ): Believe me, that...
that was nothing.
What are you doing after the party?
Getting married.
Yeah. But not tonight, right?
Let me get my purse.
Oh, thanks for the party. You're leaving?
I'm exhausted,
and the boys are getting back from Vegas early, so...
Tell me your sister's not hitting on that poor stripper.
Oh, they're, they're old friends.
In fact, Hailey set this whole thing up.
She did? Mm-hmm.
Really?
Excuse me.
So what was the plan, Hailey?
Get your stripper friend to proposition me
then tell daddy all about it and the wedding's off?
Please. I know you'd never sleep with Jeff.
He doesn't make enough money.
And what the hell is that supposed to mean?
Well, you married Jimmy for his money, and now my dad.
You see, Jeffrey here might be a stripper,
but honey, you're a whore.
Ooh.
You're going down, bitch.
Who you calling bitch, bitch?!
Oh, my God.
Hailey, stop it! Easy.
Stop it, ladies.
( screaming )
( both yelling )
Bitch! You bitch!
( both yelling )
Ow! Ow!
( both yelling )
You bitch!
JULIE: I never liked you even when you were a little twerp.
Come on!
Hey, how are you? I'm meeting someone here.
Caleb! There you are.
Jeez, I'm so glad you guys didn't start eating without me.
Mr. Campbell, how are you? Sandy Cohen.
I'm Caleb's son-in-law, former business partner.
How is the food here?
The filet is excellent. Really?
Would you care to join us?
Actually, Robert, we should... Don't mind if I do.
So, Mr. Campbell, I understand that you're interested
in Caleb's Balboa coastline property.
Oh, I can see why.
It is the perfect location.
Do you mind?
I'm parched.
Mm. As a matter of fact, some partners and I
recently tried to open a restaurant there.
Not unlike this one, except
we had two kinds of meat loaf and dirty martinis.
The problem was, we could not get a liquor license.
And for the longest time, we couldn't figure out why.
Sandy, this is not the time. You going to eat that?
Turns out, one of our partners went behind our backs
to a friend of his at the city council
and got them to deny us the liquor license.
So he bought us out and now he's peddling that piece of property
at a much higher price to someone else.
Robert, I have to ask you to excuse us.
The problem is, the joke's on him.
Not only is he guilty of collusion and fraud,
but he and his property are going to be tied up
in civil litigation for months.
Years, if I have anything to say about it.
Bottom line:
that coastline property... it's absolutely worthless.
What do you think of that, Mr. Campbell?
I have to ask you to leave. Get your hands off me!
You want to go, we'll go. Come on.
Sandy, don't. Let me. I'll take you...
You think you can manipulate me?!
Hold my daughter hostage?! Easy, easy. What are you doing?
You beat me to the punch.
We'll see you back in Newport, Dad. Come on. Go, go.
I bet 500 you got nothing.
I'm out.
I need you to lend me some money.
What? No. No, way. You just lost, like, $3,000.
There's no way I'm lending you money.
Then I guess you don't get paid.
Look, this is not a game, okay?
You and your friends could get seriously hurt.
Yeah, well, whose fault is that?
I was just doing my job.
You were staying in penthouse. I thought you had money.
Look, I don't understand.
This afternoon, you were doing so good.
Now you suck.
I guess angry-trucker-hat's feeling confident right now.
Wouldn't you say?
You lost on purpose?
I won a lot of money this afternoon.
Now I need yours.
( zipper opening )
Deal me in.
I can't believe he gave you his angry-trucker hat.
He didn't give it to me, I won it.
That's not really winning, then.
Aw, be nice, Cohen. He paid off your pimps and your hos.
Yeah. I did lose your bar mitzvah money though. Sorry.
I lost my bar mitzvah money. And I also lost Theresa's money
which is the only reason you even came here.
Ah, it's not the only reason.
Yeah, you don't think the trip's a total waste?
I mean, we won some, we lost some.
I say we're walking out of Vegas pretty much even.
Well, I'd say some of us are walking out ahead.
Mmm!
If it were up to you, we wouldn't be walking out of here.
We have a good Vegas story to tell.
Don't think you want to tell people
that you lost your bar mitzvah money on prostitutes.
Ah, well, you know what they say,
"What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas."
I thought that was Tijuana.
I think that hat should stay in Vegas. Hey, hey!
( laughing ) Hey.
SETH: Sorry.
* What-wha-what-what- what's it all about? *
* Work-wa-work-work- work-wa-work it out *
* Let's turn this, turn this party out *
SETH: Oh!
( gasps in awe )
I definitely love the Vegas.
* Check-ch-check-check- check-ch-check it out *
* What-wha-what-what- what's it all about? *
* Work-wa-work-work- work-wa-work it out *
* Let's turn this, turn this party out! *
Mm, how was Vegas?
Mmm...
Definitely a spectacle.
How were the strippers?
Surprisingly tame, actually.
That's good. Mm.
Considering what happened next.
Uh, do I want to know?
Depends. What is it?
On how you feel about drunken catfights.
Julie and Hailey? Mm-hmm.
Wow. Even Vegas can't compete with that.
So, how did it go with my dad?
Well, you'll be relieved to know
I did not punch him in the mouth.
That is a relief.
Jimmy did.
Oh.
I don't think we'll be invited back to Hard Rock anytime soon,
but you know what, I'm not really looking forward
to getting back to Vegas.
I thought you loved the Vegas.
I do. I do love the Vegas.
'Cause afterwards, it is so nice to come home.
Hi.
You told my dad?
Your dad found out. He asked me.
I had to tell him the truth.
You'll tell my dad the truth, but you won't tell me?
What are you talking about?
You know what, maybe you should just ask Theresa.
Whoa, whoa.
Just tell me what's going on, okay?
Theresa's pregnant.
And it might not be Eddie's.
So why don't you tell me what's going on.