Sex and Lies in Sin City: The Ted Binion Scandal Page #4

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Do you want a lap dance?

Well, I don't think you should.

You thought that I meant me give you one?

No. No, silly.

I meant that Rick could buy you one.

I'm sure that could be possible.

I just... What I'd really like to know

is why you called me down here.

Well, we saw you on the news,

and you seem like a fair guy.

And if we're gonna give an interview,

it needs to be fair.

-So you're saying you want an interview?

-Yeah.

-Exclusive?

-Yes.

Go ahead. Shoot.

What do you wanna know?

Well, what about the silver, for one?

Well, that's another

mountain out of a molehill right there.

I'm the one who built the damn vault

for Ted,

and I'm the only one that had

the combination, beside him.

Right, but why would you bury a vault

in the middle of a vacant lot?

That's junkie logic for you right there.

You get sucked into Ted Binion's world

and everything turns upside down.

Okay, I got it!

We pretend to bury the silver at my ranch,

but in reality, we bury it off the main drag.

That way, greedy, bitchy b*tch Becky

can never find it.

-You see?

-Whose car's out front?

Sweetie, honey, looky, this is Tabish, Rick.

-Hi.

-Hi.

He's gonna be with us around for a while.

-Scored more dope again, didn't he?

-"He scored more dope again, didn't he?"

Hey, didn't I tell you you'd love her?

You're still here?

Hope you don't mind, but I made

some eggs. I made some for you, too.

I can't remember

a man ever making me breakfast.

Yeah? Well, I don't like to eat alone.

-Thank you.

-You're welcome.

I want you so much.

Don't you want me, baby?

You used to want me all the time.

Remember? Every day.

'Cause I don't feel like making love, do l?

God. When are you going to stop

smoking that stuff? It's destroying you.

You are some crazy piece of work.

It's not funny.

-Just go to bed.

-Fine.

Teddy?

Teddy! It's Rick.

Hey, Teddy.

Hey.

Teddy told me to come by

and show him the plans for the vault.

Good for you.

Hey.

-Tuesday already?

-Yeah.

Got the plans right here for you.

-Come on, don't. You reek.

-My little fighter.

All right, I'll go take a shower.

-I'll show you these plans later, then?

-Yeah.

Don't you feel sorry for me.

I'm not the pathetic one here. You are.

You're married, and you're lusting after

your friend's woman.

Yeah, I am.

-Get out.

-I can't.

Hold it there, fellows.

-Hold on, guys.

-Hold on.

Hey, Ted.

You want to put the first one in?

I'm not about to take my eyes off

the lowlifes on your payroll.

They're all right.

Look at that bar. Smell it.

That's the cool metal smell of money.

Make you all drunk and horny.

Lucky for you, Tabish. You're $40,000 richer

just by helping me hide it.

Now stack them up, nice and neat.

All right, guys, let's go.

Here, put it all the way in the corner.

Is that a bar of silver in your pocket,

or are you just happy to see me?

Didn't I tell you not to disturb me today?

Does it bother you

that I'm still living with Ted?

I'd like to drop him out

of a 40-story window on his head.

So if you want me to give you

a hard time about it, I can do that.

No problem.

Did you sleep with Mary Jo

while you were home?

I'm going to leave her.

Why did you get that?

I don't know. My kids like them.

Yeah? Think they'll like me?

What is this?

Richard Tabish and Sandra Murphy,

I have a warrant for your arrest

for the murder of Ted Binion.

All right.

Do your jobs. We won't take this personal.

Watch it! This jacket's expensive.

House arrest means you do not leave

your place of residence

except between the hours of 9:.00 and 5:.00,

and then only for approved reasons,

such as doctor visits.

Everything else

you have to get permission for.

If you go down the street to borrow

a cup of sugar from your neighbor,

you better get permission first,

because we will know.

You got it?

You really found the right $8-an-hour job

for you, didn't you?

Where's my panties?

When I came in here

I had black lace panties.

-Did you take them?

-Can't say I thought of it, no.

Well, look. There's no panties.

Maybe you weren't wearing any.

Maybe I wasn't wearing any.

I was wearing this skirt.

Do you think I was wearing

a skirt this short without any panties?

All right. Fine.

Keep them, pervert.

Sandy, Sandy,

how does it feel to be out on bail?

-How does it feel to be out?

-Everyone, please.

Sandy, what about the trial?

Tell me about the trial.

-Any comment on the trial.

-Please step aside.

Everyone, back! Back, all of you, please!

Everyone get back, please. Let us through.

They let me out on bail.

Why couldn't you get Rick out?

You don't have a criminal record.

At least, not yet. He does.

I'm going to bury you, Fritz.

You hear me? Do you hear me?

What are you laughing at?

There he is,

your own personal bail bondsman.

Shut up.

You rescued me.

My darling, not to worry.

I consider it a privilege to be taking care

of a beauty such as yourself.

I won't abandon Rick.

Grand larceny?

Like a false murder charge isn't enough?

They're going after the silver thing?

You can't be surprised about that.

You told me that

my cell phone records prove

that I called the sheriff three times that day.

Three times.

He denies you told him anything

about the silver.

Well, what does he say we talked about?

The weather?

Well, what about Lou?

Lou cannot deny

that Ted told me to dig it up.

-Lou, Lou. Lou, I need a restraining order.

-What?

Becky's trying to kill me.

Becky's trying to kill me.

Teddy. Teddy, now look!

You can't bring me all the way out here

to go through this paranoid crap again.

No, look. Look! You see those bullet holes?

-She's trying to kill me!

-That was last year, baby.

And you don't even know

if Becky really hired those guys.

The hell I don't. I know my sister.

The second I'm gone, she's going to...

She's going to snatch up my silver

and say it was hers.

Rick.

If I wake up dead,

the first thing you're going to do is

dig up my silver, cash it in

and put it into a trust for Sandy.

No, Ted. Not a good idea.

Who the hell asked you?

Sandy.

I don't feel so good.

Sandy, Sandy, I don't...

He's losing it.

Keeps talking like he's going to die.

He is.

I mean, look at him. He's on his last legs.

Tabish probably made

another request for bail,

but it's not going to happen.

That's the DA.

Look at those socks.

Very light color, you know.

-It's a match.

-I think it'll look good.

Will you excuse us for a moment?

-I'll see you later. I'll be outside.

-Yeah.

Did you tell them

you were going to see your lawyer

and you went clothes shopping instead?

Yeah? So?

Do you know what house arrest means?

You can't lie to them

about where you're going.

This is a problem, too.

Stop worrying about

how you look in the mirror.

Start thinking about how you appear

to judge and jury.

How you doing?

I want my own lawyer.

Greg's driving me crazy,

acting like he's my father or something,

and I already have a nice daddy.

So do you like him?

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