Las Vegas

Hey where is Danny?

Uh... strip club Mitch's birthday.

- You better desinfect him before he comes to bed. - I trust Danny completely.

- Poor fool. - Anyone I know?

Uh... I... No.

- I wanna run an idea by you. - Okay.

I'm thinking about an ice bar. See, the make these bars out of blocks of ice...

Everything's ice. The stools, the bar...

- Uh, the glass is everywhere. - Yes.

You get your Montecito bartender from the cold rack, also made of ice,

and then behind the bar... vodkas from all over the world.

Chilled of course.

- Of course. - What do you think?

I think they already have one. At the Mandalay Bay just like that.

Yeah, I know, that's where I got the idea.

- I'm sorry... - See, I really wanna do this, but...

The problem is that I don't have enough money in the budget.

- Why are you telling me this? - Because you're off 8% from last quarter.

- No, I'm not. - Figures don't lie.

I've a whale coming in, his name is Rob Court.

He can single-handedly make up that 8% in a week end.

- Good, let's keep him happy. - That's what I do.

That's what I hear.

I'd like to run some other things by you if I could.

Oh, good. Well, I'll look forward to those.

- What is your problem? - You're driving me crazy with this stuff.

I sent you the web site. You don't bother even reading it.

You send me ten e-mails a day about babies, which I appreciate, but I don't have time to read all this.

This is important: what they do is right after that they cut the the umbilical cord, they freeze it.

- Why? - So that, in the course of your child's life...

if he or she should need umbilical blood, which is rich in staminal cells,

would have frozen and as fresh as the day your baby was born.

Where do you store it, next to Ted William's head?

No, I'm trying to educate you about this things so that you can be the best parent you can be, but no...

- I know you wanna make jokes. - Danny?

- Danny McCoy? - Angie?

How are you? I heard that you're running the Montecito?

Uh, yeah, I'm trying, I'm trying. This is my friend, Mike Cannon.

- He's the head of Security. - Surveillance and security.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Look at you? - I know!

- What are you doing? - Gotta make a living...

- Are you married yet? - No, but I do have a little baby on the way.

- Oh, congratulations. - Yeah, yeah I'm single.

What the hell are you doing?

- First you're late late for work and now you wanna schmooze? - C'mon man, we're just talking here.

You wanna lose your hand at the wrist?

Now get the hell back on the pole.

Watch out! Danny, watch out!

Watch out!

Look it out, buddy.

How was it?

Oh my God. What happened?

Just... a little scuffle. I...I brought somebody home. Angie!

Hi.

Honey, you can't possibly be suggesting at reason in my condition.

No, she's just an old friend.

A friend you used to date?

Uh, yeah, we went out, back on high school.

She, uh, she got fired from her job tonight. Her boss is a little crazy.

He's got a reputation for going after his girls and she was kinda afraid to stay home, so...

- And Angie of course is a... - Stripper!

- Stripper. - Yeah, stripper.

This is my son.

Hey, you.

Hi! What's your name?

Danny,

Danny!

Danny...

LAS VEGAS - Season 5 - Episode 7 "Adventures in the Skin Trade"

Synchr: Master Gandalf (ita) , Agente Ewen (ita), Flolo (fr)

- Oh, will you do me an enormous favor? - No.

Please! I misplaced a home video. A very personal home video.

A sex video?

All right! What happened was I had... six cosmopolitans...

Oh, that's always a good excuse to show your bare out on some camera.

And somehow it got mixed up with a lot of "action dvd" and ended up in the video library.

On the club floor. And I know you have easy acces there.

Oh, and you figured that I have lots of free time to go look for it.

Uh... yes!

- Please, Sam! This would be so embarassing if it got out. - You say it's embarassing, it must be filthy, uh?

- All right, I'll owe you. - I do like when people owe me.

Don't say anything to anybody? Pinky promise?

Yeah...

I always want to name a son after my dad.

It's just a total coincidence that his name is Danny.

- He's so adorable. - Do you want a little boy?

I don't know. Just a healthy anything at this point.

It must be hard to raise him by yourself.

It'd be easier if I had a job that gave me health care and child care, but...

You're not alone, 41 percent of the strippers in Vegas have kids.

How do you know that?

My head is filled with useless facts like that.

Mmm 'morning.

Pull yourself together. I can't stand to see an eight-year-old cry.

You sure you should be watching this?

It was a slow...

- Need some coffee? - Not yet.

Honey, you need to go back to Angie's club and talk to her boss.

- What? - She needs her old job back...

- until she can find something better. - No, it's fine...

You know what? Ask him if he'll give her an allowance for child care on the nights she works.

- I punched her boss out last night, he's not gonna give me jack... - Danny, this is important,

I mean, these women are getting screwed by the Vegas establishment.

I need to remind you that I'm now part of the Vegas establishment?

Witch is all the more reason to do it, please! Don't mess with my hormones.

Hold my finger.

I got three M.I.T. friends coming in town tonight to celebrate the fourth anniversary of a bachelor party.

These guys are like strip club freaks. Even if they begged me I wouldn't bring them here,

and here we are, walking right back into the dragon's mouth.

You may know a lot about babies and stuff Mike, but you don't know anything about pregnant women.

It's impossible to say no to 'em.

You got a lot of balls to coming here. I'll pretend you get else and you brought your muscles.

- You blindsided me so, hey... - Okay, okay, so, listen...

We just came by to apologize. We feel bad about the whole thing.

- I got over 2 grand of damages. - Yeah, well...

One of your guys bent the frame on my friend's wheelchair, and that's... that's gonna be pretty expensive, so...

- Your ruins ain't cheap! - So, ah, why don't we just... Why don't we just call it a wash uh?

Let's have a drink on it.

- It's ten AM. - Okay.

A screwdriver.

Look I... yeah I was wondering,

Would it be possible for Angie to get her job back?

I feel bad about her getting fired because of me.

I'll think about it.

I was also wondering if... you can see your the way to offering

... child care to her son on the nights that she works.

Wait, you not only want me to give the bitch her job back,

you want me to pay for the little bastard too?

Yeah, something like that.

I'll tell you what...

She can come back, 'cause she's got a world-class ass and I'd sooner have her here than work in some place else.

But the kid is her own problem.

Okay...

What, no breakfast?

- I don't kow what to tell you Dee, that guy is a sleazebag. - It's not right, Danny.

It's not right, these girls should start a union or something!

This is a very interesting idea, honey, but I got in late today and I gotta...

I'll see you tonight.

Delinda...you are looking...

What's up with her?

She wants to do something for the strippers of the world.

Like what?

- Maybe starting a union. - For strippers?

- You gotta be kidding. - Why not?

- They're strippers, Danny, not migrant workers. - What happened to the sensitive Mike?

Okay. Maybe they deserve some benefits, but a strippers union? It's never gonna happen.

Sign it.

Sam! You devil!

- I can actually explain why I'm in here... I just... - This is why I love you, and the Montecito.

I know, not only do you set me up with some of the craziest "get you freak out" ladies

but you get me a preview of what to expect. This girl is unbelievable.

- She... is. - So, uh, so when?

- When what? - When do I hook up with this wild child?

- Well, soon. - Alright!

- Happy anniversary! - Four years ago today, baby.

- Seems like it was just yesterday. - If it was, I'd still be drunk.

It was a bachelor party for the ages, And am I worthy of a repeat?

- Uh, well, Jason, how's marriage life? - Sometimes it sucks,

and sometimes it doesn't. When are we going to the clubs?

- I get off at midnight. - Oh no, I can't wait that long!

Let's hear your old man, the ladies aren't going anywhere.

Hey baby, I'm...

Hi, honey!

- Uh, what is this? - It's democracy in action, Danny.

Today Angie and I called at least one dancer from every club in town...

and their feeling is unanymous.

- Okay... - I'm trying to do something for the strippers of Las Vegas.

- Uh, which is what? - Strike. Isn't that right, girls? We're gonna strike!

At exactly midnight, everyone walks off the job, isn't that right, girls?

All the strippers in this town won't go back until our demands are met. Too manies girls!

Hey Danny? We could've not done it without your help.

- Wh..., how do you mean? - Well we issued the press release...

saying that Danny McCoy, the Montecito president of operations is behind the strike.

And that you're gonna negotiate directly with the club owners. Danny isn't it fantastic?

- Yeah... - Let's give it for Danny!

Thank you Danny!

I love you, thank you for this, I really appreciate it.

Okay, let's talk about the trickle-down economics of what's at work here.

You are messing with a very delicate ecosystem.

Did I ever tell you about the showgirls' strike back in '63?

- Uh, actually you did Larry. - Business went into the toilet.

You can shoot a cannonball down to the Strip and not hit a soul.

Strippers are cogs in a complicated business model...

that keeps the whole city running like a brand new Lexus.

Even Sinatra'd have trouble getting laid!

You should never tip with a socio-economic element...

as basic as women who take off their clothes for profit!

- This is the worst possible timing. - Did you have any idea?

This is the first stripper strike in the history of Las Vegas! How I suppose to know?

- Nobody knew. - We might as well just go home.

- No, c'mon. - Now, wait, wait, wait.

The Club owners are saying that they got new girls already.

So let's give it another shot.

- I'm down for that. - I'm up for it.

Maybe the scab strippers will be really hot.

Kyler, don't ever say "scab" and "stripper" in the same sentence.

Ever.

Hey, Cooper...

I feel like I should explain this whole strike situation.