 Steve, I'm so sorry to be long... Shut up. Where's Whitman? I've been cooling my heels in this office for the past half hour. You know I can't leave here until he comes. He was at the big table, Steve. Let Lorraine walk away with five Gs. Five grand? The dealer naturally thought he was you. Every time he smiled, the dealer touched the little button under the table and the bell stopped and the number of Lorraine had her chips on. You stupid fool. This is all your fault. But, Steve... Shut up. Get him over to the penthouse and keep him there. I'll be over later. Okay, Steve.