“Fight Against Stupidity And Bureaucracy”
When I was
putting together yesterday’s post about crooks who had either been smart enough
to get away with it or police who had been too dumb to catch them, the name
Danny Ocean cropped up in relation to a heist in Belgium.
That put me
in mind of the the very popular movie remake of Ocean’s Eleven starring George
Clooney, Brad Pitt, et al.
The Clooney
version of Ocean’s Eleven was a good piece of work. (We’ll not talk so much
about the sequels!) Without spoiling the whole thing for those who haven’t yet
seen the movie, basically the plot is to simultaneously steal $150 million from
the Bellagio, Mirage and MGM Grand casinos in Las Vegas, all belonging to
ruthless entrepreneur Terry Benedict (Andy Garcia). The money is being held in
a state-of-the-art safe seventy yards underneath the Las Vegas Strip, with
loads of hi-tech surveillance, laser beams, motion detectors and alarm systems
to protect it.
Clooney/Ocean
puts together a team of experienced professionals, proficient in skills from
magic, pickpocteting, pyrotechnics, a card sharp, an electronics and
surveillance expert and even a Chinese acrobat!
The movie is
full of special effects and great looking sets with hosts of electronic gadgets
that are there to prevent people stealing the casino’s money, and loads of
other gadgets that Ocean and his crew have assembled to defeat the former.
Even getting
into the surveillance and restricted areas of the casinos is a huge problem
that takes sophisticated planning and equipment and well worked plot lines.
But that’s
Hollywood.
This blog is
about reality.
I have spent
quite a bit of time in Vegas, mostly on business but I enjoy playing in the
casinos too. I like the place and the buzz that it has. Perhaps living there
all the time would get to you, but for a visit I highly recommend it.
It just so
happened that I was in Las Vegas about the time the Ocean’s Eleven movie was doing
the rounds, probably 2002. One evening I found myself standing outside the
Bellagio watching the fountain show (a great spectacle, see video) and of
course my thoughts turned to the movie and all that had transpired. In my
mind’s eye I could see Danny Ocean and the others in this very same place. It
was a pleasant evening.
Within a
couple of days of that, however, I discovered that my cell phone was missing.
Had I mislaid it, had I dropped it, had it fallen out of my pocket in a
restaurant or taxi, or had I had my pocket picked by one of Danny Ocean’s men?
I thought the possibility of the latter was highly unlikely so I put it down to
my own carelessness.
So I made my
way down to the casino on the ground floor and found one of the security guys.
He pointed me in the direction of what I presumed was his superior and he in
turn pointed me towards a rather non-descript single door on the other side of
the casino floor.
After a long
walk, circumnavigating numerous roulette and blackjack tables, I got to the
door and pressed a buzzer on the intercom affair. To my surprise no one
answered, but the door simply clicked open. I wasn’t sure what I should do, but
always ready for an adventure I opened the door and went inside.
Man, talk
about a disappointment. My crest was fallen on several levels!
Rather than
being pleased with myself at the ease with which I had been able to dismantle
the multi-million dollar security, I was actually disappointed that it hadn’t
been a lot more difficult. I can talk my way (or blag, some people have said)
into most places if I choose to do so, and I had been rehearsing various things
that I was going to say when questioned. But here I was right in the heart of
the casino surveillance system and no one had even spoken to me let alone
challenge why I was there.
I was
disappointed also by what I saw. Sure there were loads of cctv screens all
showing different parts of the casino, different gambling tables and all that
sort of thing. And a few obligatory computers. But it wasn’t like the movies.
The equipment was clearly not new and the décor left a lot to be desired too,
not quite tatty but showing a few years of wear and tear.
I wandered
around for a minute or so taking it all in. If Ocean had picked me for his crew
I would have had everyone tied up and the place taken over by now, I thought.
But then the movie would have been about fifteen minutes long and very little
tension and excitement (and box office takings) would have been generated.
Then one of
the security guys detected my presence. He didn’t speak, just gave me one of
those “Where the f*** did you come from?”
looks.
I too was
silent, I knew what he wasn’t saying, so I put my right hand inside my jacket
and went for my silenced 9mm Walther PPK in its concealed shoulder holster.
Well, no, not quite. I just retrieved my room keycard and ID which I thought
might be required when everyone came to their senses.
It was. And I
explained why I was there and who had sent me. After their initial surprise the
guys in the security room were very friendly, but no phone had been handed in
and they didn’t hold out much hope of me ever seeing it again, so after a bit
of conversation I bid them farewell. I think it took longer to get me buzzed
out than buzzed in, but hey that’s life.
Later that
evening I again found myself leaning up against the front wall at the Bellagio
watching the fountains. But this time Danny and the crew weren’t there, not
even in my head. After what had happened earlier, it just wasn’t the same. It
hasn’t been ever since!