GUNN: Where the hell are we?

LORNE: Oh, wrong exit. This is Glitter Gulch.

GUNN: Which way's the car?

FRED: Oh, I-I think it's back this— (sees guards looking for them, and immediately she turns away) Nevermind.

LORNE: Go.

GUNN: You said this DeMarco guy is destroying lives. How?

LORNE: By taking 'em.

GUNN: By killing people?

LORNE: No, worse, muchacho. He's been using me to read members of my audience. Find those with what he calls valuable destinies: power, wealth, fame, yadda yadda yadda. Then the ones I pick—they get chosen to play this Spin To Win game. Only it's not a game. It's a big scamola. Then their destinies are imprinted on the chips and that old black magic wheel's tricked out to never pay off. The house always wins, and everybody loses: their futures, their destinies... They get offered up to an extremely black global market and sold to anyone willing to pay big money to change his or her life.

FRED: Futures trading.

LORNE: Can't get any more literal than that, crumb cake.

FRED: What happens to 'em? Those people?

LORNE: Uh, nothing. Nothing happens to 'em, or will. They got no purpose, no direction. Unable to accomplish or succeed at anything ever again. Most never leave here. Some never get out of the casino. They just sit there shoveling coins into slot machines that never pay off, like zombies or—

GUNN: Angel! They got him.

FRED: Uh-oh.

GUNN: Yeah, I'd say that's a pretty big uh-oh.

FRED: No, that uh-oh. (points)

(There are guards walking straight toward them from front and behind. )

FRED: What now?

GUNN: Now we do that fighting for our lives thing we do.

LORNE: Yeah, or—Or I do this.

(Lorne finds a nearby microphone and sings a very high pitched note into it, causing light bulbs everywhere to explode. Chaos ensues, and with people running every which way, the guards lose track of them. )

FRED: That was... brilliant, Lorne. I may never hear my upper registers again, but nice work.

GUNN: Yeah, great work. How you sold Angel out.

FRED: (softly) Charles...

GUNN: Boy, DeMarco must have wet his pants when you told him what a ripe destiny that was for the pickings. A champion to save the world or destroy it.

LORNE: You really believe I'd do that?

GUNN: I don't know, Lorne. I don't know why you did any of it. What, you were living so large, blaring Tony Bennett so loud in that sweet suite of yours, you couldn't hear your conscience screaming at you!

FRED: Charles, it doesn't matter.

GUNN: It does to me. I wanna know, Lorne. Why didn't you just say no to that piece of—

LORNE: I did! The first time he asked me to, of course I refused. (beat) So he blew a girl's brains out right in front of me. And he said that's what I could expect every time I said no.

GUNN: Sorry.

LORNE: No more than I am, slick.

(... later ...)

GUNN: OK, as soon as I find Angel, I'm bringing him right out. Better leave the engine running in case there's a posse behind us.

FRED: (scooting over behind the wheel) But—

GUNN: I'll be careful. (runs into the casino)

FRED: (to Lorne) But what about his destiny. Angel's. We can't leave without getting it back.

LORNE: Yeah, well...this is Vegas, sunshine. Generally speaking, you lose here, you don't get it back.

written by: David Fury; Original transcript by CariCranberry. Edited and formatted for this site by me.. Full transcript at:
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