Ocean's Thirteen Page #3

-Raise those skirts up about three inches.

Second part:
We tie Frank to one of

theirs, a pit boss with sticky fingers.

How much for these?

Does Willy Bank know you're

stealing his gold flatware, Neil?

How do you know my name?

Oh, we know a lot of names.

Know your wife, Mary, your

kids, Leanne and Dolly.

We know you're the pit

boss at the casino.

Come on, you don't wanna...

I mean...

We don't wanna hurt you.

We wanna help you.

We wanna double your

salary all in one night.

What do you need me to do?

Right now, nothing. Go

home, do your job...

... and at the appropriate moment,

somebody will present themself to you.

-Enough said?

-Enough said.

Who is the shill at the

expo to rope Bank?

-We're still looking.

-We'll find someone.

Make sure it's someone

he really despises.

Back to macro. What is

your exit strategy?

The players won't be in on the scam, so

they'll all think it's their lucky night.

But you'll never get them out the

door with all their winnings.

They'll dump it all back. That's

Vegas and that's your problem.

Well, the exit strategy is a

problem, it's not the problem.

The problem is security.

We're drawing a blank.

And it's a little spooky.

The specs aren't on the gray market,

the black market or any other market.

And all I keep hearing is there's

never been a system like this.

Now, I found out where they designed it,

but I can't even get in the building.

I've blown all my buy

money, my bribe money...

... four of my best

IDs and I am nowhere.

Not only am I nowhere, I'm

pretty sure I'm being followed.

-Do you have anything?

-Yeah I think I have a name.

But I don't even know if it's right.

They're calling it...

The Greco. The Greco

Player Tracker.

They're putting it in Vegas.

-Well I'll give you back the hundred grand.

-Why?

Danny, I like you.

And you, Rusty. I

mean, you got style.

You got brio. You got loyalty.

You two are the Morecambe and

Wise of the thievery world...

... but even they

went off the boil.

You're analog players

in a digital world.

You're done.

Believe me, I would love to go up

against Greco and crush him...

... but it can't be beat.

It can't be hacked,

and it can't be beat.

-Not even by you?

-With 18 months...

... nothing else on my plate, no other

jobs, no women nor distractions...

... maybe.

You know everything

about this thing.

Everything except where

it was being deployed.

The inventor is an old

schoolmate of mine.

His name is Greco Montgomery.

Pompous ass named

it after himself.

Greco? Roman?

Yeah, you've obviously never served

time in a British boarding school.

So, what's so tough

about this thing?

It's an artificial-intelligence

security system.

-They must be field testing.

-You mean it has a brain?

A hell of a brain.

It doesn't only

think, it reasons.

It reads every permutation in every wager

in every seat in the entire casino...

... hand by hand.

It's wired into floor security cameras that

measure pupil dilation and determine...

... if a win is

legitimate or expected.

It gathers biofeedback, players'

heart rates, body temperatures.

It measures on a

second-by-second basis...

... whether the standard variations

of gaming algorithm are holding...

... or are being manipulated. The

data is analyzed in real time...

... in a field of exabytes.

Exabytes?

-You know what a terabyte is?

-Yeah, it's a...

-An exabyte is a million terabytes.

-Right.

The Greco is housed in

an impregnable room.

Shock-mounted,

temperature-controlled...

... and it locks down if it

even senses it is under attack.

If it locks down, they wouldn't even

be able to get out of the room.

Couldn't we just shut it off?

You know, cut the wires?

That could work.

Better still if you just kick

the plug out at the socket.

Seriously.

Short of walking into that room with a

bloody magnetron around your neck...

You know what a magnetron is?

Something that

screws up the Greco?

Short of that...

I'm kind of shocked this is where

we are, because this is a problem.

That's what I said.

-If we could somehow shut it off...

-There's no "if".

It cannot be shut off.

I mean, you'd need a real natural

disaster, an actual act of God.

-But if we could beat it...

-You can't.

-But if we did...

-You can't.

-You could.

-Don't flatter.

If we could, how long

would it take to reboot?

Because it's so sophisticated,

three and a half minutes.

-Might be enough.

-Pick your natural disaster.

Get me a laptop.

Now the drill accesses through

a sewer main off Paris Drive.

It grinds along into the northwest

corner of the hotel, here.

Probably about six rpm, so you

won't wake all the neighbors.

When it reaches the resonant frequency,

the building acts like a tuning fork.

To people inside, it will

feel like an earthquake.

That should knock out the Greco.

And that's your exit strategy.

-Hey, Bash!

-I'm up here!

Hey.

-Here you go. Okay.

-Great.

Hey, where are the mags?

-Linus...

-Look, I can't buy those things.

I need them! I can't leave.

Why are you such a...?

I'm sorry! Ask somebody else.

Ask Livingston.

You're such a wowser.

Look.

Read this to Reuben.

I've done research. Positive

messages get through.

I can't say this.

No, no, I'm saying it.

You're just the vessel.

Come on, Basher. Look Why

don't you take a break?

I'll watch over the equipment,

and you go read it to him.

Sh*t! You know, when they

were digging the tunnel...

... they had teams of

guys monitoring this.

Yeah? How many?

Teams!

That's a 5.6.

If you don't think a 5.6 is

possible, or even likely...

... then quite frankly, you don't know

much about the Billups-Mancini Report...

... specifically the section

on the Mojave Block.

I know what you're hoping: That it'll just

be a blind thrust fault. It'll just...

See that? That's Rusty.

See Rusty?

He's doing an Irwin Allen.

See that?

He's not deaf, Linus.

-Bottom-line me here.

-Close your hotel, permanently.

-What? We haven't even opened yet.

-What are all those people downstairs?

-It's a soft open.

-It's like an out-of-town preview.

What do you think, you can just come

in here, tell me to close my hotel?

I'm not gonna close my hotel.

Sir, if you'll just let me come in with

my team and our gear for a few days...,

-No!

-... I can prove what I'm saying.

There is no way we are exposing our

exclusive clientele to a bunch of...

Scientists? We wouldn't

want that, would we?

Let's just hope for the best, shall we?

That should be enough.

Take this. It's a standard

torsion seismograph.

If there is a foreshock, it will register,

and you just might have time to evacuate.

I don't want this

thing on my desk.

Well sir, let me tell you

what you don't want:

Your hotel on the cover

of TIME magazine...

... in a twisted heap of steel and glass,

you and your customers are underneath it.

Headline reads,

"Who's To Blame?"

-That's what you don't want.

-Okay.

Put an evacuation plan on paper.

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