My son, how might I help you?
Motherfucker!
Let's go to the vault.
Open it.
Viggo will kill me.
Ladies, out.
Honestly, what do you think you're going to do with all of that?
This.
Don't worry.
Housekeeping will find you.
Treat all your ladies like this?
You are no lady. Trust me.
Harry, is it?
How'd you like to earn more than just a gold coin?
You've broken the rules. You've done business on Continental grounds.
And management does not take kindly to that sort of behaviour.
Fuck management.
Don't worry. Housekeeping will find you.
Ashes to ashes.
Can we recover from this?
Viggo, you know what was in that vault, right?
It was nothing.
Shit!
Come on!