Why so many barrels?
I don't know, some whole dinners.
When it's à la carte, then we get sensible garbage.
We'll have none of that.
Sorry.
- Hi. - Hello, Mr. Skelton.
You remember me?
I remember what you told me, too.
What I told you about putting a limit on myself?
You didn't take that seriously, did you?
You said you'd break me like a dried twig if I cashed another one of your checks.
Don't pay attention to that kind of talk.
This is all solid flab.
I haven't got the strength to pull the wings off a dead bee.
- Here. Cash the check. - No use arguing, Mr. Skelton.
We won't let you exceed your limit.
This is unbelievable.
Get a load of this guy. You'd think we were going to stick up the joint.
We wouldn't do that, would we? No. It's ridiculous. Cash the check.
Please, this gentleman is waiting.
Like a tree, buddy boy, I'm standing right here like a leafy elm...
...until you cash that perfectly good check.
You ought to be a little more careful.
I may hit a lucky streak and win this casino.
The whole joint could be mine.
Then what little cashier's nose would be out of joint?
- What's up? - Hey, pal.
No guts?
Had to send for Wyatt Earp and his little fat brother.
Watch the arm. That's my slot machine arm.
Silver dollars, please.
Coffee, please.
Could you light me up, please?
I had the key made.
Be careful with it. It cost me two bits.
I hope somebody's keeping an eye on this reckless spending.
- Here. Here's one for the Sahara. - Right.
You look like you're getting combat fatigue, girls.
You been up on that line a long time.
Everything all right, Joe?
Like tulips in July, Mac.
- Come on, get a split. - You can do it.
I can do it if you'll cool it just a second.
Be sure you let go of the ball, Harv.
What did you find out last night?
Casinos don't like to be robbed.
That's a pretty narrow-minded attitude. The wire crossing work?
Technically, yes. Technically, everything works.
How long will it take you to rig them?
Five casinos, 15 minutes each.
That's 75 minutes.
Traveling time, 25 minutes. That's an hour and 40 minutes.
That's when I'll rig them. An hour and 40 minutes before we hit.
- Can't you preset them so it's ready to go? - No, can't take the chance.
If the main cable fails legitimately those doors'd spring open...
...like a set of false teeth.
- Did you pick out a tower? - The biggest.
Josh'll give you a hand.
What about the Sahara?
There's one security cop that's really got me bugged.
He sits in front of the cages, must have arthritis or something.
- The son of a gun, he never moves. - A left hook'll keep him that way.
- Sam? - As steady as down-country loving.
Good boy.
Louis, what about the Desert Inn?
It'll be just as easy as riding a stuffed horse.
- How's that? - It'll be just as easy...
Just forget it.
- Jimmy? - Flamingo is all set.
What about the Sands?
Smooth and level.
Nobody carries identification until the job's done.
Whoever's got an inside job, go back to work.
The rest will wait outside, mingle with the crowd...
...stand in front of your respective casinos till Jimmy and I contact you.
What are we going to do till we hit? We have all today and tomorrow.
I got an idea. A therapeutic idea.
Forget it. No, no.
Today, tonight and tomorrow we rehearse and keep rehearsing until H-hour.
Transportation?
Have no fear, little Josh is here.
- Let's go. Mushy's up. - Come on. Come with me.
- I never bowled in my life. - Fake it.
Do we have time for another show?
- It's late, isn't it? - What about the lounge at the Sands?
- A good idea. - That's my lucky spot.
Someone you know?
I just thought I recognized somebody I know from the profession.
Yours or his? Come on.
Well, well, well.
What are you doing here?
Same thing you are. Cheating.
No, you've got me wrong. I'm here on business.
I expect my party any minute.
I'd like to see her.
And I'll bet your wife would, too.
No, you don't understand. I'm all alone.
- Cross my heart. - I hope you die.
Take your hands off me or I'll call that cop.
Let's not panic.
When you realize how wrong you are...
...use that.
Hello.
Mrs. Ocean?
This is a friend. I'm calling from Las Vegas.
I think you'd be interested to learn that your husband...
...what your husband is up to in this little town of Vegas.
That's funny.
I was taught that creatures like you always rattled before they struck.
And I didn't hear a thing.
I thought I was doing you a favor. Sorry I disturbed you.
No, malicious, I'm not disturbed.
When I learn Danny has an enemy as venomous as you...
...it just makes me love him a little more.
Call me any time, love to have you waste your money.
Happy burial, dead dog.
Are you all ready, Pete?
Just a second.
- What time did you set it? - One minute, 38 seconds past midnight.
- It's 6:05. - Right.
One minute and 38 seconds past 12:00, Big Daddy...
...and then: Happy New Year!
Happy New Year. Come on, let's go.
- Good evening, Mrs. Restes. - Hello. How are you?
- I'm wonderful. - Happy New Year.
Thank you. Same to you.
Las Vegas is like Paris in a way. You always run into people you know.
And usually wish you hadn't.
My sentiments exactly.
Excuse me a second, honey. I want to go outside a minute.
I adore running into old friends.
It's certainly our pleasure.
Is Jimmy joining us?
Poor Jimmy. No, he's shivering in Squaw Valley.
But he's here.
Here? In Vegas?
Here at the Flamingo. I saw him last night.
Dear! Don't tell me he broke something skiing.
Nothing that showed.
Why would he tell me he was going to Squaw...
I'm stupid. It's simple.
He ran into some jiggly little number who was Vegas bound.
"Jiggly little number" isn't exactly the way I would describe Danny Ocean.
- He's more like a well-mannered shark. - Is he?
$25 chips, please.
Tony! It's me, Steffans. Tony!
- Are you nuts? Get away from here. - It's after 11:30. Think you'll make it?
- You'll know soon enough. - Okay, I'll see you at the blowoff.
I thought he said it was a lady's drink.
I think he meant a lady horse.
He meant one at a time, honey.
It's lucky I can hold my liquor. It's very fortunate.
You can get to the room by yourself, can't you, honey?
I got a date in the casino. Here's your key.
You're wasting your time with that Clyde, honey. He's a loser.
He's a loser.
I'm so drunk, I don't think I could lie down without holding on.
Get her out of here!
Here you are, missy.
Happy New Year to you!
It so happens that I do not know who you are, my good fellow.
Now, who do I have to be to wish you a Happy New Year?
Ricky Nelson.
I used to be Ricky Nelson. I'm Perry Como now. Come on.
No, you're not. You moved.
Smart girl. Now, about this night air. Let's get in out of it. Come on.
Is it New Year yet?
- Too close for comfort. Come on. - No. I hate it, too.
I hate holidays.
Do you like holidays?
- Give me a little kiss. How about it? - Sound idea. It's constructive.
- Wait there and I'll come in a minute. - I'll wait for you.
You know something?
I think I kiss better when I'm drunk than I do when I'm sober.
Some other time.
Where are you going?
After all that we've meant to each other, I must leave you.
Hey, now, this is a dirty deal.
Our first quarrel.
I don't fit into your picture?
From here on in you don't, sweetheart.
- Good night. - Good night.
It's okay, man.
It's okay.
It so happens I'm very much in demand.
Maestro, if you please.
Ladies and gentlemen, it's almost midnight.
So pucker up your lips, ladies.
Twenty seconds to go.
Twenty, nineteen, eighteen...
Seventeen...
...sixteen, fifteen...
...fourteen, thirteen...
Twelve, eleven...
...ten, nine...
Eight, seven...
...six, five...
Four, three, two, one.
Happy New Year!
Lights! Lights! Darn that cable.
It's the second time this month.
Stay where you are. The lights will be back on any minute.
Once more, George, from the top and keep playing until the lights come on.
Pardon me. Wrong girl.
Douse those lights.
Now sing loud and clear.
Sing louder.
With the music now.
When shouldn't it be forgot?
Blow out the candle. Blow.
- All right now, sing. - What?
It's a party. Loud and clear.
Do what he says, Charlie. Trick or treat?
You, too. Let's make it a duet.
A little louder.
We've been hit.
- We've been tapped. - What?
We've been held up. Robbed.
Get me the sheriff's office. Hurry.
- Hello. - Sheriff Wimmer?
Sheriff Wimmer speaking.
- Flamingo's speaking. We've been tapped. - What?
We'll be right over.
It's the Flamingo. Roll cars 620, 622 and 624.
Roll some more. They just knocked over the Sands.
Happy New Year.
How did it come off?
Like a charm.
Same here. Fantastic.
Attention, all cars. Cover all entrances and exits.
Sands, Sahara, Flamingo, Desert Inn, and Riviera.
Check everyone who leaves.
- Did you get a look at them? Any look? - What? In the dark?
I see, it was dark. Did you hear anybody say anything?
Yeah. He said we should sing.
He said you should sing.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is Don Murphy speaking for station KLAS-TV...
...in Las Vegas, Nevada.
We are in front of the famous Hotel Riviera.
In a few moments, you'll hear some reports...
...of this fantastic robbery from on-the-spot eyewitnesses.
You have something you wanted to say?
Do me a favor.
If you're going to interview people, pick elderly couples.
Some of the others don't always belong together.
Don't look now. It's little old me.
How'd your action go?
If it went any easier, I'd have been ashamed.
Good boy. Get lost now.
Cars 305 and 309 reinforce roadblocks extending to Barstow.
Acknowledge.
Get a rundown on every train leaving Vegas.
Passenger and freight, east and west.
Things went too easy.
Tony!
Never the luck. Never the luck.
Okay, folks, get back. Okay.
Call for an ambulance, quick.
Okay, but this guy's dead.
Look, Danny, Tony's just another guy who died in the street.
- A lot of guys die in the street. - Sure they do.
It happens all the time.
No sweat.
Yes, I heard you. Check all outgoing flights.
Car 306, come in, please.
I want every piece of luggage examined.
306, proceed with plan 22. Over.
Ask them nicely.
If they don't cooperate, fine. Let's find out why.
I haven't a man to spare. I simply can't do it.
What do you mean you can't?
How did it go?
Smooth as a peeled egg. How about you?
Things happen that can break you up, things you don't expect.
- Like what? - Tony's dead.
Bergdorf?
Heart attack, I guess. He dropped crossing the street.
The cops got to him before we did.
They'll check up on him.
Sure they will. What are they going to find? Nothing.
Nobody will ever know.
No one but us.
Don't hit me on the head with that, will you?
I'll tell the other men about Tony. Maybe if I tell them, they won't panic.
The plan remains the same:
The money stays where it is till the heat's off.
Nobody checks out till we give the word.
You better go back to your job. I'll contact you later.
Okay.
He's taking it hard.
Long time since he lost a man in combat.
Is it true somebody stole millions of dollars?
Yes, ma'am, but there's still some left.
Would you move along, please?
The sheriff's office and the state police have assured us we are going to have...
...a rundown and capture by morning.
Thank you very much, sir.
And there you have it.
Millions of dollars are missing, stolen by an unknown number of men.
But, at this very minute, they're being tracked down...
...as they skulk through the night, down dark roads...
...where the long arm of the law is reaching out...
- Happy New Year, Officer. - Happy New Year. Say...
What's going on? What's all the excitement?
Will you get this garbage truck on out of here?
I'll be glad to do that there.
Happy New Year!
Oh, my goodness!
Danny.
Before I tell you why I called this meeting, I want to get one point straight.
We're not the sole owners of our casinos.
We all have partners we have to answer to. Right?
You can say that again.
Mine are coming after me with a rope.
Mine are not too happy either.
But they gave me a free hand to make the best deal I can.
What deal? For what?
To get our money back.
Now, how about it?
You boys empowered to make a deal?
- I am. - I am, too.
Good.
Duke Santos is coming in to see us.
Duke Santos?
Just doesn't figure.
If Santos wanted to pull a robbery, he'd have his lawyers do it.
I know the firm.
- Yes? - Mr. Santos is here.
Send him in, please.
I don't know how you fellows feel about it, but I'm glad he's interested.
- Mr. Santos, my name is Strager. - Glad to meet you, Strager.
I want you to meet some of my friends.
Mr. Brice, Mr. Gillette.
Mr. Freeman. Mr. McCoy.
Won't you sit down?
We were just talking, saying how happy we were to get your call.
It was our first ray of sunshine.
Don't worry, I'll get your money back.
Hear that, fellows? Our troubles are over.
Mr. Santos doesn't make a promise he can't keep.
- No doubt about it. - Good deal.
First time I relaxed today.
How much is it going to cost us, Mr. Santos?
Let's say I wanted a third...
...and you fellows beat me down to 30 percent.
Okay?
And if he doesn't deliver, he gets nothing.
- Is that right? - Naturally.
I'll certainly go for that.
Our insurance won't even pay 20 percent of what we lost.
Neither will ours.
But that's a whale of a finder's fee.
I'd say that all depends on what the finder's looking for.
Okay, I'll go along.
- Me, too. - So will I.
All right, but how about taking some of it in chips, Mr. Santos?
We would like a chance to win it back.
Would you now?
Okay, you got it.
For 30 percent of what they took out of your joint, call it: Heads or tails?
No.
No, thanks, Mr. Santos. I got partners.
They wouldn't want me to make a bet without consulting them.
So if you can't put up, what do you do?
- Shut up. And that's what I'm doing. - Good.
I'll expect the cooperation of the local sheriff.
You'll arrange it for me?
Consider it done.
Mr. Santos.
May I ask you a question?
If it's the right one.
We know you're not getting involved in this because of the dough.
What's your real reason?
Well, frankly, I'll tell you.
Whoever pulled this job, they shouldn't have done it while I was in town.
It's embarrassing.
Call the sheriff for me?
It'll be taken care of, Duke.
The report on Bergdorf.
Who?
The dead man we brought in last night.
The guy got a Silver Star, a Purple Heart.
Sheriff, Mr. Strager on three.
Yes, Mr. Strager?
We made a deal with Duke Santos to...
Duke Santos!
- We get our money back, or it's no deal. - Good. I'm very pleased for all of you.
- He's at the Riviera. Talk to him. - Sure. Of course I'll talk to him.
Locate the dead man's wife. Tell her about her husband.
Pump her. She may know something.
I'll be over at the Riviera with Mr. Duke Santos.
- Call me if you find out anything. - Okay, skipper.
Come in.
Hello.
Of the names on your list, Mr. Ritsik doesn't answer.
Joe Ritsik don't answer?
Operator, honey, baby doll, you're wasting my time.
I don't want to know about guys that don't answer.
Try the Terra Haute call. Manny Ruditski.
Or Willy Henshaw in Detroit.
He's listed.
So's Fred Cusik in Palm Beach.
- Try them all. - I'll do my best, Mr. Santos.
That's a girl. Now get me some numbers that answer, will you?
Mr. Santos, I'm Sheriff Wimmer.
Nice of you to drop by so soon, Sheriff.
Sit down.
I guess you understand my position, Mr. Santos.
We're all grateful for your cooperation.
But I want to warn you, don't cut out on your own.
Whatever I get, goes straight to you. I'm a great cooperator.
- What's new on your end? - Not a clue.
We'd a net over the highway three minutes after we got the alarm.
If that mob got out it was only by seconds.
So they make it by seconds, it don't count? They get disqualified?
It shows they're a professional outfit.
- Is there any other kind? - Now, look, Mr. Santos...
All right, Sheriff. Don't get your feathers ruffled.
Mr. Strager says your sources can check any outfit in the country.
You bet your boots they can.
- Hello. - Duke, this is Manny.
- Yeah, Manny. What'd you hear? - Nothing, not a thing. Not even a smell.
Nothing?
Not a smell?
Now, what's this nothing dodge? Keep nosing around till you do get a smell.
It takes time, you know how it is. You've got to give it a little time.
- Sheriff Wimmer, please. - Just a second.
- It's for you, Sheriff. - Thanks.
- Hello? - This is Joe.
- I talked to Bergdorf's wife. - Good.
- Does she know anything? - She hasn't seen him.
She hasn't seen him, not the whole time he was in prison?
That's right.
- She's coming to claim the body, isn't she? - She wants to take it to San Francisco.
She can take it back to San Francisco.
Turn him over to Cohen's Mortuary. They'll ship him out for her.
Good-bye.
What was that about?
An old guy dropped dead last night in front of this hotel.
Quite a hero. Purple Heart, Silver Star.
Served with the 82nd Airborne.
Served with the 82nd Airborne?
Yeah. Served in San Quentin, too.
I must get back to the office. So long, Mr. Santos.
Keep in touch.
And is it vice versa, Sheriff?
Now that we understand each other, certainly.
So long, Sheriff. You'll hear from me.
- Hello? - He's expected momentarily.
Never mind, Operator, I'll call him later.
Don't make any more of them calls for about an hour.
Mr. Cohen?
No, I'm Mr. Kelly. Mr. Cohen is my associate. He's occupied.
May I be of some service to you?
The sheriff's office sent over a body?
Yes, a Mr. Bergdorf.
Must've been a fine looking fellow in life.
With the compliments of Mr. Jack Strager.
I'm helping him with the investigation of last night's robbery.
A shocking thing.
If somebody shows an interest in the late Bergdorf...
...Jack wants you to call me right away.
My name's Duke Santos. I'm at the Riviera.
You can tell Mr. Strager he can depend on us, Mr. Santos.
He said he could.
And, Mr. Kelly, please...
...not a word about this to anyone.
Not even to Mr. Cohen.
But it can't be. A job this big is pulled and nobody knows who did it?
Believe me, Duke, we're digging, but so far nothing.
- Not a single break? - Not a break, not a tip, nothing.
Okay, Fred, keep listening.
- Hi, honey. - Hello, darling.
Excuse me a minute, sweetie, but this is the first opportunity I've had.
Hello, Operator. Get me the Flamingo, please.
I had a date with Adele, but she was late. Poor Duke, you must be starved.
I got other problems. I can't have lunch with you.
- But I asked a few friends to join us. - Great. You won't be lonesome.
Make it quick, I got important calls coming through.
- All right. - The Flamingo.
Hello, Flamingo? I'd like to speak to Mr. James Foster, please.
Who did you say?
Didn't I tell you?
Jimmy's at the Flamingo. He didn't go to Squaw Valley.
Operator, if his room doesn't answer, please have him paged.
Wouldn't you think he'd call his own mother?
He knows very well I'm here.
Wait till he hits the crap tables, you'll hear from him.
The only time he gives me a thought is when he needs something.
I wonder what he sees in that vulgar Danny Ocean...
...and all those Army cronies.
They hold more meetings than the American Legion.
- I'm paging him. Will you wait? - Yes, I'll wait.
They're having a meeting here?
Then why'd he say he was going to Squaw Valley?
I don't know. Adele told me he was here and Ocean is with him...
...and heaven knows how many other ex-Army pals.
Foster, Ocean and Bergdorf.
All 82nd Airborne.
I wonder what they're doing here.
Maybe it's the anniversary of one of their commando raids.
The little scorpions.
Anyway, it's all very mysterious.
- What are you doing? - Not any longer, it ain't mysterious.
- Hello, Operator. - Yes, sir.
Cancel all them calls I put in.
Yeah, cancel them all.
No wonder I couldn't find out nothing. A work of art. A real work of art.
Darling, what are you so excited about?
- This, honey. - The robbery?
Don't tell me you had anything to do with this?
No. Relax, sweetheart, I'm clean. But I know who pulled that job.
- You do? - Yes.
- Shouldn't you tell the police? - No.
And you want to know why not?
Because I love you too much.
May I learn what's so amusing?
Your Jimmy. Your innocent.
I knew he had guts the minute I met him.
Please, Duke.
Sweetheart, this job was cooked up by Jimmy and his soldier-boy pals.
That's ridiculous. Jimmy's always had all the money he could spend.
Why would he rob anyone?
Hitler had Europe. Why did he want Russia, too?
You can't compare my Jimmy with that monster. He actually fought Hitler.
He and his paratroopers overran Germany.
Last night, him and his paratroopers overran a hunk of Las Vegas.
It's a real shame that boy wasn't born poor.
What a career he could've had.
I believe you're serious.
That's right, they hijacked the town. Jimmy and his little paratroopers.
This won't take long.
I'll see you at lunch.
Want some lunch?
No, you go on ahead. I may not eat for weeks.
Hello, Danny.
Nice rooms they got here.
I don't think I know your friend.
- You don't know me either. - Sure I do.
I'm a pal of Jimmy Foster's.
I know some of your other buddies, too.
Like...
...Tony Bergdorf.
Poor Tony died, you know?
It's too bad.
His wife's coming over to claim his body.
Tony's going home in a pine box.
It was a beautiful job you boys pulled. A real work of art.
Are you a cop?
Me? Duke Santos a cop?
I only wish I was in on it with you.
How I envy you your youth.
You're not going to get any younger hanging around here. What do you want?
If you guys'd been pros, I'd have put you out of business.
But new talent needs encouraging.
I want half.
Half of what?
You tell me. You got the money.
You're talking to a dead phone, Charlie.
Suit yourself. There's a live one at the sheriff's office.
So, you are a cop?
No.
I made a deal with the casino owners to get their money back for them.
Now you're ready to double-cross them?
They're only going to pay me 30 percent.
You'll give me 50.
- Playing both ends from the middle? - Sure, I can't lose.
You've already lost.
The money's sent out of town. Long gone.
If you're here, the money's here.
We can't make a deal with you. Too many people involved.
So talk to them.
That's going to take a little time.
I'll give you till tomorrow.
I know you won't try anything cute.
50 percent of something is better than 100 percent of nothing.
1:00 tomorrow. Here.
Bye-bye.
Hold it.
What's your relationship to Jimmy Foster?
I'm going to marry his mama.
Charming.
Jimmy sold us out. Your best friend sold us out.
You believe that?
What do you want, the facts tattooed on your nose?
I don't like Foster much, but now we found out he's turned canary...
...you must stand up for the slob.
You always have to be different, always on the opposite side.
You always jump to conclusions.
What do you think the boys will do when they find out?
Let me ask you one question:
- Does Jimmy know where the money is? - You know he does.
Why doesn't he tell Santos about it, go over, pick it up, and split it with him?
Go ahead. Right on the chin.
Forget about it.
I've been making a couple of mistakes myself.
Mother, what is it? I came as quickly as I could. Are you ill?
You fool! You complete utter ass!
That's good. You're not ill.
I could slap your face raw.
What is it, Mother's Day? Did I forget?
You dare to be sarcastic after what you've done?
No, it's not Mother's Day.
How do you plan to celebrate Mother's Day?
Perhaps you and your tin soldiers will rob Fort Knox.
After stealing all the money in Las Vegas that's the next logical step for a maniac.
- But how... - Amazed, aren't you?
You probably thought you had committed the perfect crime.
You moron, I could die.
- Mother, who's been talking to you? - Duke.
- He knows all about it. - That's impossible!
I mean, why would you believe what Santos says?
Because, my little amateur thief, he's a professional.
- Look, Mother... - Don't lie. Your face gives you away.
Even as a liar you're an amateur.
Where's Santos now?
He's gone to see your confederates to take the money away from them.
Now he's going to get mixed up in this, too.
How could you treat me this way?
I think now's a nice time to tell him.
I owe you an apology.
I thought for a minute you blew the whistle on us.
But Clarence Darrow here, he proved otherwise.
What do we do now that Santos knows?
I wish I knew. I just know we're in a bind and we haven't got much time left.
I've got an idea.
Come on.
I'll paint you a picture on the way out. Come on, Clarence.
What's so funny?
I knew this color would come in handy one day.
- Josh. - Yes?
- How do you get this stuff off? - What I usually...
Hold it. You can count it when you get to San Francisco.
It's for Tony's widow and his kid. It's only $10,000, Danny.
Good boy, Josh. I should've thought of that myself.
Operation Pine Box.
Danny, the widow just arrived.
I figure she'll ship the body to San Francisco on the 11:40.
It's the only train today, they got over an hour.
Okay, you stay with her. We'll phone the others.
Operator.
Operator, get me Dudley 2-6-9-6-9. Thank you.
Vince Massler.
Watch the 11:40. Tony may go out on it.
Mr. Santos will get his.
Sorry to keep you waiting, ma'am. I'm Mr. Cohen.
How do you do?
I came to make arrangements to ship my husband's body to San Francisco.
Yes. Mrs. Bergdorf, may I...
May I ask, Mrs. Bergdorf, in my professional capacity...
...are you a woman of means?
No.
No, my husband...
My late husband left me $10,000.
I received it this morning.
But that's all I have and I'd like to keep that for my son's education.
I understand.
If I may make a suggestion, Mrs. Bergdorf?
Of course.
The services in Las Vegas are no different than the same rites in San Francisco.
Your late husband was a war hero...
...and we have a chapter of the American Legion here.
The Legionnaires will be happy to serve as pallbearers.
Why waste money on needless transportation?
- I guess you're right, Mr. Cohen. - Good.
- Danny? - Yeah, Corneal.
Something's going on in there, but I don't know just what.
The box hasn't left yet?
No, and I don't think it's going to.
Why not?
A bunch of Legionnaires just showed up. They must be here to attend the services.
It looks like the widow is going to plant Tony in Vegas.
Okay, you wait there. I'll round up the boys. We'll be over.
Hello. Who is it?
Kelly, of Kelly & Cohen Morticians.
You asked me to call you if something unusual happened...
...in regards to our client Mr. Bergdorf.
Bergdorf? Go ahead.
About a dozen men arrived to attend the services...
...which are being held in our beautiful chapel...
...which serves all denominations, faiths and creeds.
Skip the commercial, will you?
These men don't look like the usual mourners.
Mr. Santos, there's something else.
I made a discovery in the Waiting Chapel that's most unusual.
I could call it incredible.
Mr. Santos, I will call it incredible.
- What is it? - A money band.
A $10,000 money band.
It was lying by the coffin, and it certainly wasn't there last night.
By the coffin?
Right beside it.
I hardly know what to think.
I do. I'll be right over.
How do you like that? A dead delivery boy. Corny characters.
We are gathered together today to pay honor and tribute...
...to the memory of Anthony Raymond Bergdorf.
At such a time, it is altogether fitting that we recall the Psalm of David.
"The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want...
"...he maketh me to lie down in green pastures.
"He leadeth me beside still waters...
"...he restoreth my soul.
"He guideth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death...
"...I will fear no evil for thou art with me...
"...thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
"Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies...
"...thou annointest my head with oil...
"...my cup runneth over.
"Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days..."
What's that noise?
The deceased is being cremated.
"Verily, verily, the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away.
"Earth to earth, ashes to ashes...
"...dust to dust...
"...in sure and certain hope of the resurrection unto eternal life.
"The Lord lift up his face upon you and give you peace...
"...this day and always.
"Amen."