I'm going to give you to the count of three to get your lousy, lyin', low-down,...

Gangster: [on a video playing on a TV in another room in Kevin's hotel suite] I'm going to give you to the count of three to get your lousy, lyin', low-down, four-flushing carcass out my door! [unaware they're only listening to a video, the terrified Concierge and his little group of staff run to the door] Gangster: One... two... [the gangster opens fire with his Tommy gun, blasting out dozens of rounds. The Concierge and the others jump out of Kevin's room and take cover, face down, on the floor in the corridor. Other hotel guests step out of their rooms, wondering what's going on] Gangster: Three. Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal. [watching, Kevin mouths the gangster's words. The gangster fires another salvo of bullets] Gangster: And a Happy New Year. [the gangster fires one last bullet] Concierge: [crawling across the floor like a seal] Stay in your rooms! This is an emergency! There's an insane guest with a gun!