Sure, I remember The Alamo.
See? I told you he would.
Laurence Harvey, Richard Widmark
and John Wayne as Davy Crockett.
Great battle scenes, nice sets, but way too long.
We're not talking about a movie.
No, we're, we're talking about our holosuite program.
Oh, that Alamo.
What about it?
Well, we've got Holosuite 4 booked for an hour
and were wondering whether you'd like to join us?
Look, fellas, I'm touched by the offer, but I don't know.
Well, we can transfer your matrix to the Alamo program.
You've got to leave Vegas sometimes, right?
Oh, true, but I'm afraid I have to say no.
Why?
I don't look good in buckskin.
Tell you what I'll do, though.
How about a little tune
to get you into a Texas state of mind?
Fellas... "Alamo."
♪ Standing around by the Alamo ♪
♪ Walkin' around in San Antonio ♪
♪ Looking around for a new kind of love ♪
♪ Baby, I'm lonesome tonight ♪
♪ History abounds by this famous fort ♪
♪ Davy Crockett really came... ♪
Hey, come on, step down here!
Oh, honey!
Show me, show me!
Way to go, baby!
Off the stage! Get down!
What the hell... ?
What is all this?
Don't ask me!
Maybe there's a pointer fault
in the holosuite's parameter file.
Well, look who's here.
The pretty boy singer himself.
Frankie Eyes.
What are you doing in Vegas?
Whatever happened to
"Hello, Frankie. Long time no see.
"Make yourself at home.
Can I get you anything?"
Do you believe this guy?
No manners.
You born in a barn or something?
This gentleman a friend of yours?
We know each other.
We're a long way from South Philly, ain't we, Vic?
So, are you here on business or pleasure?
Let's just say I'm here to stay
while you, Vicky-boy, are about to take a powder.
I'm not going anywhere.
I got news for you, pal
I just bought this hotel.
You're history.
You can't fire me. I have a contract.
And you can paper your walls with it.
You're finished in this town, Vic.
You're blackballing me?
As of this moment
you couldn't get a job as a singing busboy.
Now, are you going to walk out of here
or do you have to be carried out?
Makes no difference to me.
Let me handle this.
Computer, delete characters
Frankie Eyes and, uh— I'm sorry
I didn't catch your name.
Cicci.
Cicci!
Cicci from the holosuite's program.
What's a holosuites?
Beats me.
They're still here, Chief.
Computer, freeze program.
There must be a little problem in the character
deletion algorithm...
I'll show you the door.
Make that a big problem.
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So, what's it going to be, pally?
I guess I start packing.
Smart boy.
All right, Cicci, come on.
Let's check out my casino.
So, what do we do now?
Nothing we can do.
Frankie's a made man, capisce?
No, I'm not talking about Frankie.
I'm talking about fixing the entire program.
Well, we could shut it down
manually and reset it
but that would wipe Vic's memory.
He'd forget everything that's happened
since we activated him.
Oh, hold on, pally. Nobody's wiping my memory.
Of course not.
But there must be some other way.
I wish I knew what it was.
I better talk to Felix.
After all, he was the one who designed this program.
You do that.
In the meantime
you stay out of the way of Frankie Eyes.
You'll get no argument from me.
I'll tell you one thing.
If this Frankie Eyes hurts Vic in any way
he's going to have to answer to me.
I do not understand
how you could feel such loyalty for a hologram.
He's not just a hologram.
He's my friend.
Don't you like Vic?
As a singer, I find him...
entertaining.
But beyond that, I neither like him nor dislike him.
He is a hologram
and therefore, he does not exist.
He does for me.
I just talked to Felix.
I know what's been affecting Vic's program.
It's a jack-in-the-box.
A what?
A jack-in-the-box.
It's a children's toy on Earth.
You wind it up and a figure pops out and goes "boo."
Except this kind of jack-in-the-box is different.
It doesn't go "boo."
No.
This surprise is buried deep
in the holosuite program.
It's meant to shake things up
you know— make things interesting.
I wasn't bored, were you?
Not at all.
I liked Vic's the way it was.
Well, according to Felix, if we get rid of Frankie Eyes
everything resets back to the way it was.
Well, that's good to know.
So, how do we get rid of Frankie Eyes?
Now, that's up to us.
But Felix did warn me the program is period specific.
In other words, if we shoot him
we have to use a.45 automatic and not a phaser.
We can't shoot Frankie. It's too dangerous.
The mob could retaliate against Vic.
If anything happens to Vic, his matrix
will be eliminated from the program, permanently.
The news just keeps getting better, doesn't it?
What news?
Oh, nothing, sir.
We're, uh, talking about a holosuite program.
Vic Fontaine's hotel
has just been bought by... gangsters.
I see.
When do you plan on going back to work?
Right away, sir.
Whatever you decide to do, Chief
count me in.
I owe Vic.
I thought losing my leg
was the end of my Starfleet career.
He taught me otherwise.
He changed my life, too...
and Odo's.
Now...
all we need's a plan.
Mmm. Your daddy would be proud.
My daddy taught me everything I know.
How nice.
So, how was your day?
It's getting better.
Did something happen?
It's Vic.
Vic?
Vic Fontaine.
A gangster named Frankie Eyes
took over his lounge.
The whole place has changed
and no one's sure how to change it back.
What?
Nothing.
I guess this sounds pretty silly to you.
A little.
You have to understand
Vic isn't just another holosuite program.
He's more like a friend.
Kasidy, can we talk about something else?
Sure.
How come you've never been to Vic's?
Does it matter?
You like going there, and I don't.
Let's leave it at that.
I was only asking.
And I gave you my answer.
There are times when I just can't figure you out.
Well... maybe that's part of the attraction.
Believe that if you want to.
Who is it?
It's Miles and Julian.
Just a minute.
You wouldn't happen to have
an ice pack on you, would y...?
Hey, pally.
Whose side are you on?
I'm sorry, but you've got three bruised ribs here
and your left wrist is sprained.
But the good news is
your skull is still in one piece.
Thanks.
I feel better already.
That jack-in-the-box.
I can't believe Felix would do that to me.
Oh, don't take it personally, Vic.
He was just trying to do me a favor
by not letting things get too boring.
I thought that was my job.
Oh, and you're great at it.
You know, we love you.
So, you gonna tell us what happened?
I slipped in the bathtub.
Oh, yeah... and you knocked over this furniture
looking for a bandage, right?
Something like that.
Frankie sent Tony Cicci to pay me a little visit.
He wanted to remind me not to take too long packing.
What is it with you and Frankie?
It goes back to the old neighborhood when we were kids.
I used to beat him at stickball.
And?
And...
Nothing. We've been rivals ever since.
That Felix, huh?
When he designs a holosuite program, he doesn't fool around.
Huh. Tell me about it.
Now, you should get some rest.
Maybe take a little vacation.
A vacation?
Did you guys take a vacation
when the Dominion took over DS9?
It's not the same thing.
It is to me.
This is my life, remember?
I don't run at the first sign of trouble.
We're not asking you to run anywhere.
We just want you to stay out of sight
while we come up with a plan.
What plan?
How to get rid of Frankie Eyes.
Odo and Kira are in the lounge right now.
Doing what?
Checking up on Frankie.
We need to find his weak spot.
I hope you know what you're getting me into.
If you guys screw up
I'm the one who winds up buried in the desert.
Here we go, here we go.
Let me guess.
You'll look around here while I check out the casino?
Oh... uh, if you prefer, I'll go, uh...
Enjoy yourself.
Just remember— we have a job to do.
Of course.
Then I drive him out to the woods.
Badda-bing, badda-bang!
Three shots in the back of the head.
That's the end of Little Paulie.
So, what do you think Frankie says
when I report back in?
"Little Paulie?
No! I told you to pop Big Paulie!"
That's the problem with our business—
too many guys named Paulie!
Hit me.
I'm done.
Not so fast.
What kind of card is that
to give such a pretty lady?
Hit her again.
Isn't that against the rules?
Don't worry about it.
Double your bet.
Twenty-six.
What's wrong with you?
Again.
You're starting to aggravate me, pal.
Twenty-one.
Finally.
Pay the lady.
Yes, sir.
If I were you, I'd, uh, quit while I was ahead.
Hmm.
The name's Frank Chalmers
but everyone calls me Frankie Eyes.
Why is that?
'Cause I don't miss a trick.
You're very sure of yourself.
Well, doubt is for losers.
And quite a philosopher.
Well, I'm thinking of writing a book.
What's the title?
Well, maybe you could help me think one up.
My talents lie in other directions.
Good title.
Mind if I use it?
I'd say you already paid for it.
So what do you say we, uh, hit the roulette table
and see if I can't buy Chapter One?
Hey, Max... Max, come here.
I want you to see this.
Ah! Ah!
I don't believe it. He did it again.
Buddy, I've been hanging out in bars for 20 years.
I ain't never seen a stunt like that.
There's nothing to it, really.
Did you hear that?
Guy's the eighth wonder of the world
and he says there's nothing to it.
So, where you from again?
Bajor.
That's in Jersey, right?
Right.
Max, Max...
another round for my friend here.
Turns out Frankie Eyes was sent to Vegas
by a man named Carl Zeemo.
Huh. Looks like Frankie's moving up in the world.
You know Mr. Zeemo?
Been around forever.
Likes to pretend he's a sweet old man
but he's meaner than a junkyard dog.
This is all starting to make sense.
I knew Frankie didn't have the money to buy a hotel.
But Zeemo does.
More than enough.
This is going to be a pretty sweet deal for him.
The casino's bringing in about a million bucks a month—
cash—
and out of that, Zeemo expects to be sent
a couple hundred grand.
That would be the "skim."
Right off the top. Tax free.
Frankie's got nothing to worry about.
All he's got to do is send Mr. Zeemo his cut.
According to Frankie
Mr. Zeemo's coming into town in about six days
to pick up his first payment.
He's never been to Vegas
and he wants to look over his newest acquisition.
What would happen to Frankie
if, uh, he didn't give Zeemo his "skim"?
No, Frankie's not that dumb.
Miles, are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Well, it depends on what you're thinking.
All we have to do is see to it that Mr. Zeemo
doesn't see a penny of that money.
Are you talking about robbing the casino?
That's what I was thinking.
Isn't it dangerous?
Stealing from the mob? You bet it is.
You get caught, and I kiss the world good-bye.
Well, then the trick is not to get caught.
You guys are nuts, you know that?
Besides, the money's kept in a safe.
What kind of safe?
I don't know— it's in the count room.
And there's a guard outside the door 24 hours a day.
And even if you did get past him
there's still that little problem
of the two count men inside.
I'll get a look at the safe.
We'll figure out a way to take out the guard.
And the count men.
And anything else that comes along.
Then we're agreed?
Absolutely.
I'm in. Me, too.
Sure.
Okay.
Let's do it!
Wait a minute.
Let me get this straight.
You're going to knock over the casino
and swipe a cool million from the mob?
Vic...
you want your lounge back or not?
Deal me in.
Have you ever seen a prettier shade of green?
Looks like you had a profitable night.
And the night's not over.
Is that for me
or, uh...
am I just keeping it warm for you?
It's all yours, baby
and there's more where that came from.
I'll, uh, take your word for it.
What are you looking at?
Nothing.
Just keep counting.
After you, sweetheart.
Are you sure you didn't go to high school in Asheville
North Carolina?
Yeah. I'm positive.
That's funny.
You look just like the captain of our football team.
I had such a crush on him.
Well, um, actually, I, um...
I did play a little football.
I knew it.
You have the body of an athlete.
You call this a cheese-steak?
Hmm?
I wouldn't feed this to my parole officer.
Excuse me, uh, Cicci...
uh, could I have a word with you?
Just a second, please.
Now, I want a real cheese-steak
and I don't care
if you gotta fly to Philadelphia to get it.
A guy could starve to death in this town.
Ezri...
this is Tony Cicci.
Nice to meet you.
Oh...
pleasure's all mine.
Ezri's new in town.
She needs a job.
I'm a very good waitress.
Aah... you wouldn't happen to have
a slice of pizza on you, would you?
No, but... I could go to the kitchen and get you one.
Aah! That chef wouldn't know a good pizza
if it hit him right in the face.
Consider yourself gainfully employed.
Really?
That's wonderful.
Thanks, Cicci. I owe you one.
Ah, don't mention it, Stretch.
Maybe one of these days, you'll show me
that, uh...
I don't believe it.
Take it— Take it easy, pally.
Take it easy!
I'm not looking for trouble.
Well, that's a relief.
I'm here to see Frankie.
I want to try to work things out with him.
You know, let bygones be bygones.
Frankie, I'm dying here.
The Sands, the Dunes, the D.I.--
no one will even return my call.
Tell me something I don't know.
There's got to be a way for us to bury the hatchet.
I already did...
in your head.
Frankie, you want me to beg, I'll beg.
Give me a chance to make things right.
I know people— people with dough, high rollers.
I could bring them
into the casino.
What?
You want to be my shill?
I'm talking about people
who can drop ten, 20, 30 big ones a night.
Give him what he wants, Frankie.
I can't take much more of his whining.
Bring in a couple of players...
then we'll talk.
That's all I ask.
Let me buy you a drink.
I don't drink with losers.
Come on, dollface...
let's, uh, warm up the poker table.
Welcome back.
You're in charge of what?
Of distracting the guard
so that we can sneak someone into the count room.
Kasidy, I can't believe you're involved in this thing.
The whole thing is ridiculous.
I guess that means you're not going to wish me luck.
And you're telling me
that virtually my entire senior staff
is a part of this nonsense.
You're supposed to help your friends
when they're in trouble
and Vic, hologram or not, is in trouble.
Not that I expect you to care.
Look, this is not about Vic Fontaine.
Then what is your problem?
You want to know?
You really want to know what my problem is?
I'll tell you: Las Vegas, 1962.
That's my problem.
In 1962, black people weren't very welcome there.
Oh, sure, they could be performers or janitors
but customers— never.
Maybe that's the way it was in the real Vegas
but that is not the way it is at Vic's.
I have never felt uncomfortable there
and neither has Jake.
But don't you see?
That's the lie.
In 1962, the Civil Rights Movement
was still in its infancy.
It wasn't an easy time for our people
and I'm not going to pretend that it was.
Baby...
I know that Vic's
isn't a totally accurate representation
of the way things were, but it isn't meant to be.
It shows us the way things could have been.
The way they should have been.
We cannot ignore the truth about the past.
Going to Vic's isn't going to make us forget
who we are or where we came from.
What it does is reminds us
that we are no longer bound by any limitations...
except the ones we impose on ourselves.
What about Worf?
Oh, he'll never agree to it.
There's always Quark.
I'm not sure he'd help.
He thinks of you
as his competition.
I'll get it.
Better get this out of sight.
There's one little problem.
We're still one man short.
We need a high roller
with Vic at the craps table.
Someone to gather a crowd
keep attention away from the count room.
Otherwise, the whole plan
falls apart.
And we certainly can't
let that happen.
Now...
exactly what do you need me to do?
Let's go over it one more time.
Do we have to?
Everyone knows what they have to do, right?
It's all pretty simple, really.
Hey, far be it from me
to tell Starfleet officers how to do their jobs.
Well, robbing casinos
isn't part of any Starfleet
job description I've ever read.
We can't afford to make any mistakes.
And we're not going to.
Take us through it again.
You got it, pally.
It all begins with you
keeping Frankie Eyes away from the casino
and the count room.
Meanwhile, the Captain and I
will be laying down some heavy bread
over at the craps table— enough to draw a crowd.
Where are we going to get that kind of money?
I put a little away for a rainy day.
Now, each night at precisely 11:45...
Al, one of the count men, takes a break to call home.
He never varies his routine.
He's gone for eight minutes every night.
During those eight minutes, Howard, the other count man
has a martini brought in.
That's where I come in
but first, I make a stop at poker table three
where I hand a drink to Julian.
And I slip a few drops
of ipecac into Howard's.
After which
I continue on to the count room.
I set the tray down and leave.
Once Ezri's out of the count room...
I go running up to the guard
and tell him Chief O'Brien has stolen my chips.
Do whatever you need to do to keep him distracted
and don't be afraid to turn on the waterworks.
And, Chief, you play innocent.
I am innocent.
I've never seen this woman before in my life.
That's the ticket.
Now, remember, the two of you
have to keep that guard away from the door
for at least two minutes.
Once he takes a sip of his drink
Howard will come flying out of that count room at warp speed.
Which is where I come in.
You and those fabulous Ferengi ears of yours.
And once I've opened the safe...
You'll need someplace to put all that money.
You're going to be surprised
how much a million bucks weighs.
I think I can handle it.
When you walk into the casino, don't talk to anyone.
Don't even look at anyone, and whatever you do, don't run.
Just head for the exit
and dump the cash in the garbage cans outside.
With no money, there's no skim for Mr. Zeemo
and old Frankie becomes yesterday's news.
Then everything returns to normal
and we pop open the champagne.
Music to my ears, pally.
Eight minutes.
That's how long we have to get into the count room
open the safe, grab the money, and then get out again.
I bet we do it in five.
When do we pull off the caper?
The sooner the better.
Zeemo's due in two days.
Then we have no choice.
We go tomorrow night.
Hey.
Crazy.
That was fast.
It has to be.
Two minutes, 14 seconds.
I've got to do a lot better than that.
Right.
Go.
Better finish getting dressed.
It's almost time.
I'm telling you, Morn
something's going on in Vic's
that we don't know about.
Looking good as usual, dollface.
I'm glad you like what you see.
Only wish I could see more.
Well, you know what they say.
"Good things come to those who wait."
Who are "they"
and how much of you have they seen?
I never kiss and tell.
I bet you don't.
Whoo! 19!
Let's see if you can beat that.
23. You're busted.
A vodka martini.
Stirred, not shaken.
Right away, sir.
The winner is 17 black.
10,000.
Good luck, sir.
We're coming out.
Make your bets. Here they come.
C&E. High- low bets.
$100?
Too much?
You're supposed to be a high roller
so start rolling.
Make it, uh, 2,000.
2,000.
What do you say
we blow some of my money at the crap tables?
Maybe later.
Right now, I want you to buy me a drink.
We can play footsies under the table.
"Footsies"? I guess that's a start.
We have lift-off.
Oh! I'm so sorry!
Don't worry about it.
You're too kind.
- Coming out, now. - New shooter.
Here's where things get interesting.
Come on...
seven!
You're not Howard.
He's out with the flu.
Oh. Well, this drink must be yours, then.
I'm not thirsty.
But... Hey
you're making me lose count.
Sorry.
You mind if I drink that?
I've been on my feet for hours
and I could really use a little pick-me-up.
That's about the saddest story I ever heard.
- Winner seven, twice. - Shooter's on a roll.
Make your bets.
Let it ride.
We're coming out.
Let it ride, let it ride.
He's got a hand going.
Ten dollars on the 11.
You have to help me.
That man, that man right there—
he stole a stack of my chips.
Hey, you!
Stop right there!
Who, me?
The lady says you stole her chips.
I did no such thing.
Liar!
I'm telling you he took them.
You're a thief.
You're drunk.
I am not! Hey, hey.
Let's just calm down here, okay?
Not until I get my money!
What money?
The money you stole!
I told you, I never touched your money!
Liar!
Uh-oh.
What do you mean, "uh-oh"?
We don't have time for "uh-oh."
The safe— it has an auto-relock tumbler.
Kira didn't mention anything about an auto-relock tumbler.
Well, she obviously didn't know about it.
I'm not going to have enough time.
Keep working.
This is the hand that shook the hand of Bugsy Siegel.
The man that built Las Vegas.
I'm telling you he was a visionary.
And is there even one statue of the guy in this town?
There's no justice.
You can say that again.
Sure you don't want to play the tables for awhile?
I'm perfectly content right here.
Well, who am I to argue with a lady?
What are you standing around for? Arrest him.
I told you he took $200 worth of chips from me.
Well, how come I only got five bucks on me?
Don't believe him.
I'm telling you, this broad
ain't playing with a full deck.
And just what is that supposed to mean?
What do you think it means?
Beginner's luck.
For the dealer!
Six minutes.
I wonder what's taking them so long?
I got to go.
I'm running late.
This Frankie Eyes...
You in some kind of hurry?
Me?
You keep staring at that watch.
Really? I hadn't noticed.
And your drink.
You haven't touched it.
Oh, well, the night is young.
I've got to pace myself.
Pace yourself?
For what? Frankie
there's someone here to see you.
I'm busy.
You don't look busy.
Mr. Zeemo.
We weren't expecting you until tomorrow.
I'm early. Any problem with that?
No, not at all.
Sit down. Have a drink.
We'll have a drink later.
Where's the, uh...
where's the count room?
Follow me.
Mr. Zeemo?
It's a great honor
to meet you.
I know.
Frankie has told me so much about you.
Frankie.
Yeah?
The money, Frankie.
Right this way.
Let's go. Come on.
Nog, it's been eight minutes.
We're running out of time.
Yeah?
Okay. Yeah, sure.
I fold.
Excuse me.
Your name's Al, right?
Who wants to know?
Frankie Eyes.
Frankie Eyes?
He's waiting for you.
Out back.
For what? I didn't do nothing.
Then you have nothing to worry about.
You gotta be kidding me.
Now what?
Zeemo.
He's a day early.
Keep playing. I'll try to stall him.
Nina?
Is that you?
Who's this?
Nobody. Hey, Vic, take a walk, huh?
Where you been keeping yourself, baby?
Do I know you?
Do you know me?
Don't you remember that week in Miami?
You ever see what she looks like in a bikini?
Ooh, mama mia.
When were you in Miami?
I don't know what he's talking about.
Who's this, your grandpa?
Frankie.
Cicci.
Now you done it.
Bury him.
So long, sucker.
Frankie
I'm waiting for the money! Right this way.
Tonight everybody's a winner!
What's this? What's going on?
Piece of cake.
Can I go now?
You aren't going anywhere.
Don't let him leave.
Charlie.
Over here.
Take this, uh
gentleman to security.
But I wanted you
to handle this.
I'm afraid I can't leave my post.
Charlie, strip search.
Strip search?
Uh...
There, there.
It's not worth all that.
I needed that money
t-to buy a gift for my mother.
Funny way to run a casino.
What are you waiting for, Frankie?
Why don't you show Mr. Zeemo the count room?
Well, you heard the lady.
I'm telling you, Mr. Zeemo
buying this casino was the smartest move
you ever made.
We're making money hand over fist.
I just hope you brought a big enough briefcase.
Where's my money?
Huh?
Now, that's more like it.
Say good-bye to Frankie Eyes.
You can tell your friend Felix
that we shut the lid on his jack-in-the-box.
With pleasure.
Ladies and gentlemen
the bubbly is on me.
Thanks, Vic.
Hear, hear.
Where have you been?
I don't want to talk about it.
Next time you two fight the battle of the Alamo
count me in.
Coonskin cap and all.
You've got it, pally.
To the best friends a hologram ever had.
Hear, hear.
Cheers.
I owe you— big time.
Cheers, Vic.
Cheers.
Okay, fellas
let's do it.
Captain?
Will you join me?
What?
♪ Out of the tree of life I just picked me a plum ♪
♪ You came along and everything started to hum ♪
♪ still, it's a real good bet the best is yet to come ♪
♪ The best is yet to come and, babe, won't it be fine? ♪
♪ You think you've seen the sun, but you ain't seen it shine ♪
♪ Wait till the warm-up's underway ♪
♪ Wait till our lips have met ♪
♪ Wait till you see that sunshine day ♪
♪ You ain't seen nothin' yet ♪
♪ The best is yet to come ♪
♪ And, babe, won't it be fine? ♪
♪ The best is yet to come, come the day you're mine ♪
♪ Wait till your charms are ripe for these arms to surround ♪
♪ You think you've flown before ♪
♪ But you ain't left the ground ♪
♪ Now, wait till you're locked in my embrace ♪
♪ Wait till I draw you near ♪
♪ Wait till you see that sunshine place ♪
♪ Ain't nothin' like it here ♪
♪ The best is yet to come ♪
♪ And, babe, won't it be fine? ♪
♪ The best is yet to come ♪
♪ Come the day you're mine. ♪
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