The Tremors Brothers Attack | Smokin' Aces

Special Agent Gerald Viego, Federal Bureau of Investigation, San Francisco Field Office. We're conducting a series of impromptu inspections for the Nevada Gaming Commission. I'd like to speak with your head of security. Okay, just one second. I just don't think so. Thank you. Where'd you get these? I didn't place the wrench to the guards. All right, there's a shift change at 9 a.m. Graveyard gets off, and we're going to slip in with the daytime guys when they go on. Now, what about access cards, pass keys? Yeah, well, we'll get our hands on those when we get inside. Basically, there's two security levels, okay? You got your casino floor, count room surveillance, and you got your general security. I guess your friend don't want to hear this. Get the **** out of the car. Come on. Come on. I'm going to put a gun to your head. Yeah, we've been through that already. I'm going to quit acting like someone took a ---- in cereal bowl, all right? Reed paid us 50 grand. What am I doing? Am I standing here? Am I standing here? All right, cut it out. Two security levels. The one we're going in under the guise of... General Hotel Security. They're basically in charge of standing around the lobby. I don't have any predictions. 35-person employee division that goes in at 9 o'clock in the morning. We're going to break up, solidify, and blame them if they'll be reported. Here we go. Forgive you, Darwin. Shoot, I appreciate that, man. If I needed your car, me and my brothers were wanted by the law. I would have kid you to get it, too. You would have? Oh, hell yeah. We just at the wrong place at the wrong time. You don't feel so bad, Chief. You know, up here in heaven, it's beautiful. Really? I'll see you up here someday. I'm so... Enough grab assing, goddammit! Dammit! Y'all grab them suits and the car. Pitch them poor fellas in the lake. Y'all follow me over to the hotel.