Lie to Me (2009–2011): Season 2, Episode 9 - Fold Equity - full transcript

Some of the best poker players

in the world have
survived to battle for the

2009 Poker World Championship ring.

Let's meet your Host.

The most powerful man
on the Las Vegas Strip.

The owner of the Nouveau
Royale Hotel and Casino,

Hugh Ellis.

How are you?

Let's meet the players.

First up is the lovely, Poppy Wells.

Poppy brings a
sizeable chip stack



and quite a view to the final table.

And here comes the Russian playboy

Vas Belanov!

I appreciate your help Mr. Tostevin

Hey, I get paid for my services, kid.

No thanks required.

Get a good night's sleep.

The hard work starts tomorrow, okay?

In his sixth final table appearance,

It is my honor to introduce to you,

from Springfield, Massachusetts,

Poker legend Mason Brock.

Shut up!

What are you doing here?



What do you mean, what am I doing here?

You have no right to ask
me what I'm doing here.

It's none of your business.

After a nail-biter
showdown with Ricky Nguyen

To make it to this final table,

here comes the rock star of
the South American poker scene,

Amadeo Valdez.

Get out of here!

And last, but definitely not least,

The lone amateur to make
it to the final table,

the golden boy from
Evergreen Park, Illinois.

Where's that, you ask? No one knows.

This kid came out of nowhere to
sweep through the early rounds

and emerge as the chip leader.

It's been 3 months since he
conquered over 6,000 players

to make it to this, the
final table of the 2009

Poker World Championship.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Jake Hartman!

Missing.

And you lot are the prime
suspects in his disappearance.

I'll be damned. Never
thought I'd live to see it.

See what?

The day they let Cal
Lightman back in Vegas.

If you don't cooperate
fully with Dr. Lightman,

you won't be at the final table

when we go live in 32 hours.

You got it? They're all yours.

Professional liars.

That's a treat.

I think I'll start with
Jake first, actually.

I'd like to see his room,

meet the missis.

Cal, there is a time pressure here,

and if anyone from the
final table is involved,

folks are gonna say the
championship is rigged.

I could lose the whole
thing to another casino.

Worst case, I lose my gaming license.

Oh, we can't have that, can we?

Here's the deal.

You find Jake, get
him to the final table,

there's a half a million
bonus in it for you.

Why is he so important to you, again?

I just told you.

# sweatin' what I didn't have #

# stage was set #

# couldn't settle for second-best #

# learned at an early age #

# had to find a way to get ahead #

# watch out for the hustler #

So what's the history with these two?

Ellis had Lightman banned from Vegas.

The entire city?

Cal won a lot of money from
some very important customers.

His scientific abilities
weren't considered sporting.

Yeah, well, you ban somebody from
an entire city, that's personal.

Well, there may have been a situation

with Ellis' girlfriend at the time.

Vegas doesn't bring out the best in Cal.

Ben, keep an eye on him while we're here

and don't let him gamble, okay?

Why? So he won't win?

He wins at poker, but
it's no fun for him.

What's his game?

Roulette. Unpredictable,
purely driven by chance,

and the worst odds in the casino.

# watch out #

# for the hustler #

# watch out... #

God, I miss this.

# for the hustler #

# watch out #

Think I'll put a bet on...

I did not bring you here
to indulge your bad habits,

and you will be stopped if
you try to leave my property.

What, you don't want
your buddies to find out?

It's Vegas. They already know.

But it's better for the both of us

if you keep a low profile.

That's my cue. I'll
see you suckers later.

No, no, where are you going?

Hey, a free private plane ride to Vegas.

My mama ain't raised no fool.

And as far as I can tell,

There's no crime here, so...

Hey, I brought you here to work.

Yeah, I'll work when there's
something for me to do.

But until then, right now
I'm feeling lucky, okay?

Hey, I'm not done with you yet.

Say it... "but I'm done
with you." say it loud.

But I'm done with you.

Good. Now, take this.

Put it all on double zero
on the roulette, all right?

- All of it?
- Yeah, all of it.

- The whole thing.
- Yeah.

Don't let Foster find out?

All right?

All right.

Do you believe that guy?

Let's go Lightman.

Your husband is a star.

Jake would never just leave us.

He loves us. Please find him.

I think you should just call the police.

If you think that's necessary, Cal,

but I think you're more than
qualified to find him yourself.

This one told you not to, didn't he?

Macey just didn't think it
was necessary once I hired you.

Well, here's the thing.

Mr. Ellis here doesn't
want the police involved

because you're husband's a commodity,

One he's put a lot of
effort into packaging.

He wants him back at the final table,

but without the bad publicity.

He said the police
wouldn't take me seriously.

People wander off in Vegas all the time,

he said.

You know, well, that bit's true...too.

I just wanted us all to be
clear on our motives here.

All right?

Yeah?

There's a young man missing.

Let's focus on that and not on Ellis

or anything from the past, ok?

One job is Vegas isn't going to turn me

back into an inveterate gambler.

Of course not. But
you have to understand

the pull that this town has on you.

Things change. But people don't.

You're smothering. There's
no smothering in Vegas.

Tell me about the last
time you saw your husband.

2 nights ago.

He'd been running
practice hands for hours,

and I was going to bed,

And he said he had to run to the lobby
and meet one of the other players.

That's it.

I think you're right. I don't think
your husband would leave on his own.

He loves us so much, me and the baby.

Also, he loves this.

All right. You four are some of
the best liars in the world, right?

Well, you have to be, otherwise you
wouldn't be sitting at this table,

Would you?

I've got to tell you up front,

It's not gonna be a fair fight.

I mean, you can dodge all
you like, but come down to it,

I'm gonna win.

Just ask Mason what it's like

to tangle with me.

It used to be a hell of a lot
more fun in the old days, Cal.

In my experience, a young guy like this,

about to win a couple of million bucks,

Either finding himself in God
or losing himself in a woman.

Search the Bunny Ranch.

The old-timer's got a point there.

I'll be right back.

Here. You are a winner, my friend.

Nice work. It was double zero, right?

Nah, I wasn't feeling that. I put
it on 14, my mother's birthday.

I told you to put it all on double zero.

So you'd rather lose with
your number than win with mine?

Yeah. Something like that, yeah.

Yeah, that makes no sense.

Yeah?

Go back, do it again.

Go on, buzz off.

Tch.

Right. Uh...

Well, let's, uh, start with you, Mason.

What did you do to the kid?

The kid's no threat to me.
Why would I do anything to him?

Well, an empty chair at the table

earns you an extra 500 grand,

Plus a better shot at the
the other half million.

Everyone here wins or loses
millions every day. No big deal.

Vas thinks he's unbeatable.

I am. How many investors
do you have, hmm?

I don't need money from
other people to back me.

That's why I'm the best.

Yeah, even after 5 vodka tonics?

All right, what does
it say about you lot

that an Illinois farm boy

can come out here with no experience,

no investors, no craft,

and slaughter you?

So I'm leaving work early,

maybe get a pedicure on the way home.

It's good we're not in Vegas.

Oh, I can catch up on my reading.

I have a date tonight.

Oh.

A third date.

Come on.

Sorry, Doug.

With a girl?

A human girl?

Oh, ha ha.

You're so... not funny.

Foster's sent us a video file to score.

Oh, one file shouldn't take too long.

Oh, no.

I hope your date's patient.

No

You feeling a little
guilty there, Poppy?

Am I feeling guilty?

Or sad?

They're quite similar, aren't they?

Jake is my friend. Shouldn't I
be feeling sad that he's missing?

What happened to him?

Do you miss Vegas?

No.

Well...

Yeah... no, I lied.

Yeah.

Yeah, just a little bit.

Don't tell anyone, right?

You can trust me.

Tell me the truth.

Can't you see the truth?

You can't, can you?

You can't read me and you like that.

You like my poker face, Dr. Lightman?

Ok, the truth.

Jake's had 3 months to imagine
playing at the final table

and everything it means. His
whole life is gonna change.

He just wanted to talk to somebody,

somebody's who's gonna tell
him it's all gonna be okay.

He trusted you.

So I met him at a little
place down the strip,

made him feel better for
half an hour, and left.

How many times in the last 3 months

did you manipulate his confidence

in the guise of being his friend?

I wouldn't manipulate Jake.

Whoa.

Excellent. That's righteous indignation.

It's also total nonsense.

I think you worked him.

I think you'd do everything you could

to convince him that winning

was more of a curse than a blessing

to get an advantage at the final table.

I mean, it's brilliant,
as far as strategies go.

Maybe I shouldn't have told you.

Well, you had to. You needed
me to trust you, right,

so you shared a half-truth.

Cal.

A call just came in to
the production phone.

Go ahead, Bob. Play it back.

We have Jake Hartman.

We will return him for $2 million.

This is a very small amount of money

compared to what the casino earns.

We'd advise that you
not tell the police.

We will call back in 3 hours.

Mrs. Hartman, kidnapping
makes this a federal case,

And I've got the Las Vegas FBI
field office running at full speed.

Why would anyone take my husband?

Well, most likely it's someone who knows

that Mr. Ellis is willing to pay

to have Jake at the final table.

Mr. Ellis is going to pay

2 million dollars?

The money is being bagged as we speak.

And I'll be analyzing the ransom call.

We're gonna figure out who did this.

We're gonna do everything we
can to get your husband back.

Where's Dr. Lightman?

Why $2 million, eh?

I mean, Ellis is willing
to pay it, but $2 million?

Is that rage,

Mr. Valdez?

No.

But you're upset, aren't you,

That Ellis is willing to drop
2 million to get the kid back?

Is that it?

How long is this gonna take?

Me and my boys, we have
a club opening to get to.

All this guy cares about
is cash and parties.

No respect for the game.

That's not true.

I also care about fame.

And girls. And, of course, vodka.

Go lose some money. Go on, buzz off.

Hello, beautiful lady.

It'll never happen, Vas.

She's too good for you.

The way she walks, she's
too good for anyone.

That's not nice, Poppy.

Nice isn't fun.

Oh! Look at that.

That's what we call a macro-expression.

She may as well stick her
tongue down his throat.

No, she wants something from him.

Well, maybe she's just attracted to him.

You are such an innocent, Loker.

Tell me, this girl that you're dating,

where do you take her?

Tonight, Luigi's.

Last week, Meridiana,

The week before that...

No, no, no, no. You're
doing this all wrong.

How do you not I know this?

Ok, I know a lot... about dating.

You think you are getting
lucky tonight, don't you?

Well, you are not.

100 bucks says she's dating
you for the 5-star food.

Ok. If we're gonna bet,

I want your office for one week.

Well, in that case,
I want your ant farm.

It's a bet.

I'm letting Amadeo go.

No, no, don't do that.

The ransom call is loaded
with syntactical anomalies.

I'd expect more use
of idiom for one thing,

and it seems almost edited.

I think the person we're looking for's

first language isn't english.

Well, I'm getting nothing from him.

Well, what are you getting
from her, other than lust?

Excuse me?

Well, she's still a suspect.

She's the female equivalent of roulette.

And you like the view.

It's a very nice view.

You're smothering again.

Amadeo, wake up, wake up.

You can go.

Are you seriously keeping me here?

Yes. I should consider
that a compliment, Mason.

Adios, amigos.

Adios.

Well, I'm happy to stay near Ms. Foster.

Yeah, I'll bet you are.

The kidnappers just called
with the ransom drop.

All right, let's go.

That's our guy coming
out with the ransom money.

All right, the bag is in place.

Let me get a ready from everybody.

Ready.

Ready.

All ready.

All right, listen up.
The kidnappers will know

that there's surveillance
cameras covering this whole area.

They'll have a strategy.

Keep your eyes open. Stay focused.

Oh, hey, before I forget...

You're a big winner.

Congratulations.

Double zero, right?

Yeah, double zero.

Hey.

What number did you bet on?

23.

Hey, it's Michael Jordan
and Lebron James' number.

What do you want me to do?

I told you double zero. Here.

Listen, do you not
get that I'm Mr. Lucky?

Do you want to lose?

You do not walk up to a roulette table

and just bet it on double zero.

You gotta feel it out.

Nonsense.

Yeah, well, this stack
of money in my hand

says otherwise. Hold up.

What are Amadeo's boys doing here?

Hailing a taxi?

Oh, listen up. I did some digging.

The day before Jake disappeared,
Amadeo switched rooms.

His new room is right next to Jake's.

Amadeo's not involved in this.

Well, it looks like you
just got played, Doc.

These have gotta be
the dumbest kidnappers.

Move in, move in.

Get out of the cab! Freeze! FBI!

Put your hands on the roof.

Turn around!

Put your hands on the roof!

Amadeo Valdez!

Open up!

Open up!

Put your hands up!

Put your hands where I can see 'em!

Put your damn hands up.

What is this?

You know what the hell this is.

Cuff him!

Why are you doing this?

Lightman.

What?

He's meticulous.

Footage of the other players.

He's been studying them.

Fixing onto us to pick up the ransom?

You're not too swift.

Who's in the next room?

Jake. I told you that already.

No, no, no.

No.

Not that one.

That one.

You know what my
favorite poker phrase is?

I don't know. All in? Open limp?

The nuts?

On tilt.

It's so expressive.

You want a pull. It's Amadeo's.

I don't drink.

Yeah, you do.

Only an amateur lets frustration

interfere with his game theory.

You think?

Here.

Have a drink.

I insist.

That's right. It's water.

Oldest trick in the book.

But Amadeo sold you, didn't he?

He's a liar.

Yeah.

He's a fantastic liar, actually.

When you thought he
was partying next door,

He was wearing
noise-reduction headphones,

mapping out a strategy
for every possible hand.

Amadeo knows every play at
that final table inside and out.

But you're the one
he considers a threat.

Guess I'm flattered.

Fake drinking, constant
talk of partying.

Changing his room to torture
you with hideous music.

It's all calculated to drive you nuts.

He wanted your tilt at the final table.

But you tilted ahead
of schedule, didn't you?

So has Lightman broken
down the old man yet?

No, but he will.

Well, maybe I can be the
hero of the day, then.

This... was taken
earlier this afternoon.

Watch Mason's hands.

Now you see the cell
phone, now you don't.

5 minutes later...

And now you do again.

Ta-da.

We've got it all on video, Mason.

You palmed Amadeo's cell phone

and texted his boys to
pick up the ransom bag.

I'm not making it to
the final table, am I?

No. Afraid not.

Come on, it was a prank.

I messed with Amadeo, he messed with me.

You faked a kidnapping

to give yourself a leg
up to win $8.5 million.

That's not a prank.

That's a crime.

It wasn't about the
money, though, was it?

You didn't think that Amadeo

deserved to sit at the
final table with you.

He's a punk. He doesn't
take the game seriously.

Well, that's what I thought, anyway.

He played this old gambler
but good, didn't he?

Who did you get to
make the ransom calls?

Some drunken tourist.

Gave him 1,000 bucks.
People will do anything

for the almighty dollar in this town.

I got a question for you.

It's a yes-or-no
question.

Did you have anything to do
with Jake's disappearance?

No. 40 years ago that boy was me.

Hell, even I'm rooting for him.

Let's go, Mason.

Come on.

Not to be smothering,

But are you ok?

Yeah.

Why wouldn't I be?

Well, you've known Mason a long time.

No, I knew him a long time ago.

That's a completely different thing.

I mean, he took a gamble and he lost.

His choice.

Speaking of gambles...

She's roulette.

Stay away.

You enjoying the show?

Very much.

Word is Ellis is having you followed

because he doesn't want you
fleecing his big customers.

You really that good
at harpooning whales?

I used to be.

Hmm, we should play sometime.

My guess is we already are.

If your friend Foster
as suspicious as you?

More so.

She doesn't like me.

Not at all.

She fears women like you

bring out the worst in me.

Promise?

What is it?

I'm not quite sure.

Fancy a field trip?

Is your bodyguard still out there?

Hey, how you doing? You all right?

Yep.

All right.

Rudy!

Do you still keep your ladies

down at the bar at the Nouveau Royale?

You do? How many you got?

I'll take 3.

Yeah. You send them up to, um,

the 28th floor.

Yeah.

There's a guy there. He's in a gray suit

and he's a meathead.

And just tell him that, um,

he's getting married tomorrow.

Yeah. How long?

Yeah, 15 minutes. 15 minutes, yeah.

That's good.

All right. Yeah, we'll talk.

All right, put it on my account.

What are we gonna do for 15 minutes?

You only take me to the best places.

Yeah.

The note with this address on it...

do you think it came from Jake?

I don't know.

Do you?

Can we ever just have
a normal conversation?

Point taken.

Oh, God. What is that smell?

Oh, my God.

You got the note early this morning?

Yep.

Uh-huh. In your room?

And then you got some prostitutes

to cause a distraction so you
could sneak out of the hotel?

Kind of ingenious, don't you think?

Foster, why can't you take
it easy? We're in Vegas.

I just think it's a bad
idea to antagonize Ellis.

Among other bad ideas.

I was happy to help.

She was.

Dr. Foster, thank you for the call.

Sure.

How was it with the ladies? Was it good?

Is it Jake?

Abe.

It's Abe Tostevin.

He was one of the best poker coaches
in the country back in the day.

- So what happened?
- He died.

Abe had a knack for pissing people off.

A few years ago Vegas became untenable.

He worked with most of the
greats until he nosedived.

The question is, what's the
connection between Jake and Abe?

Well, maybe he was coaching Jake.

Abe wouldn't show his
face near the championship.

Well, in addition to Jake Hartman

being a missing person, he's
now also a murder suspect.

You cared about him.

He gave me the only
advice I ever needed.

T-o-t-t.

Tatas on the table.

Won me a lot of pots.

Ok, now, look at the contraction

of the orbicularis oculi pars lateralis.

With the smile, there,

That's classic action unit 6.

She's so into me.

But, looking for someone
better to talk to.

That's bad.

All right. Come here.

I'll show you something
that'll blow your mind.

Oops!

The lip lick.

The universal signal

for "I want you."

Case closed. I win.

Loker, I'm gonna let you
in on one of the true rules

of womanhood.

Cool.

If a guy's boring you,

like you want to stick a
fork in your eye boring,

a good lip lick can rattle him enough

to change the conversation topic.

No.

I was going on about the herd mentality

in the Kenyan elk population.

I'm not getting your
office for a week, am I?

Nope.

Ingrid's not dating me, she is
dating my restaurant choices.

Yep.

Oh, well.

Treat them well.

Abe Tostevin is dead.

I thought that this was about Jake.

Yeah, it is.

How'd you feel about
Abe being back in town?

I felt nothing.

I didn't know.

I met him once in Monte Carlo.

You mean drunk?

You ever see Abe and Jake together?

No.

But I saw Abe 2 days ago.

We had lunch together.

Well, you could have told
me about that earlier.

You didn't ask before.

Anything else you're keeping from me?

Well, your partner makes
me light in the head.

Well, I have to begin
my pregame ritual, so...

Why don't you come and have
blueberry pancakes with me?

You're not going anywhere. Sit down.

That's a bit naughty, isn't it?

Hitting on Foster here while your
girlfriend's sitting right there.

You two are, uh, you're, you
know, sleeping together, are you?

Occasionally, but it
doesn't mean anything.

She sleeps with everyone.

This gets better and better.

This is not a sideshow, Bob.

Move on.

Oh, I get it.

I get it. You guys...

You are the best liars in the world.

Congratulations. Terrific.

I'm bowled over.

Someone tell me something.

Vas and I, we have a 10 grand prop bet

on whether he can get
your partner into bed.

Which is now off.

Arrest Poppy.

For what?

Murder.

You're joking. He's joking.

Can I talk to you?

She's a murderer. Arrest her.

You sure this isn't one
of your double zero bets?

Reynolds.

All right, come on, stand up.

Put your hands behind your back.

You're under arrest for
the murder of Abe Tostevin.

You know, you probably want
to call a lawyer about this.

Of course, you wont be able
to make bail till Monday.

After the final table.

Cal, I know you're mad
at me, but don't do this.

Mad? What, should I be mad?

I know I'd be mad.

Are you gonna stop this?

You started it. You're
gonna have to stop it.

Fine.

Fine.

Jake wanted Macey to know he was ok,

But he didn't think it
was safe to call her,

so he called my cell.

Truth at last. When?

An hour before we got together.

So I stopped a guy in the casino,

told him to take that
note to the front desk.

To be delivered in the morning

When you planned to be with
me, above suspicion, right?

I was gonna tell you all about it
after the championship was over.

How thoughtful.

Why is Jake hiding?
What's he so afraid of?

No idea.

You seemed genuinely surprised

when you saw Abe's body.

Jake just said he saw something awful.

That's it. I didn't know it was Abe.

If Jake called from
wherever he's holed up,

a trace will lead us right to him.

You let Jake's wife carry on thinking

he was, what, dead or worse.

You really are a hawk with
a bunny rabbit, aren't you?

The golden boy missing
from the final table...

that's worth at least an extra $400,000.

I studied the numbers
and made my decision,

same as always.

Jake? It's me, baby. Let me in.

What are you doing?

It's all right now.

Hey.

All right?

I just wanted it to be over.

Which part, the fame or the fortune?

As soon as I made the final
table, my life changed.

Yeah, knowing you were about to win

at least $1.5 million,
that really sucks.

I didn't know who to
trust. Everyone's different.

Is that you talking or is that Poppy?

I just want our old life back.

I don't even know this Abe guy.

Yeah, but you knew
where to find his body.

I stumbled across it.

Also you stumbled across
the trunk of his car?

You know we found the murderer, right?

You did?

Yeah.

No, I lied.

When I lie, sometimes I do this.

You... when you lie,

You do this.

I think Poppy got close enough
to you to figure that out.

The others, I don't know, maybe.

That little move, the
right cards in your hand,

You could make, what?

8 and a half million?

That's why Abe was here.

To coach you, help you win.

Look, I don't care
what you think you know.

I'm not risking my family's safety.

and I don't know anybody named Abe.

Stay tuned for more of the
Poker World Championship...

All right, cut.

Excuse me.

Do it again.

If you wanted me in handcuffs,

you could have just asked.

We found Jake.

He was hiding out.

He saw Abe's murder.

He just got scared.

So, who did it?

What do you care?

It's nothing to you, right?

It turns out Jake
doesn't know who did it.

He just freaked out. He...

His wife wants him to play
the final table, though.

But I don't think he'll budge.

I'd say too bad, but...

Poppy, you're up.

Stay tuned for more of the
Poker World Championship.

What if she doesn't take the bait?

She will.

Maybe there's time for Ben

to run to the casino while we wait.

So, the betting you two have been doing,

You up or down?

You think I didn't know?

Gillian, your really gotta
learn to embrace this town.

It was just a couple of
bets for old times' sake.

Mm-hmm.

Vas.

It was you, wasn't it?

What are you talking about?

We had a deal.

You and me, first and second place

at the final table.

The deal stands.

Not if you killed Abe.

I told you he didn't know about us.

The bastard could read you like a book.

Why do you think he
asked you to lunch, huh?

Old times' sake?

He cared about me.

He was coaching another
player. He wanted information.

Are you really that stupid?

Are you?

You just kill a man

because you think maybe
he knows something?

Yeah. Going to cost me $15 million.

You really did it?

You killed him?

Not me. One of my investors from Moscow.

I'm calling the police.

We're good.

Cal.

She's in trouble.

Hold it right there, Vas!

Stop!

You hold it right there!

You done yet, huh?

Have you had enough?

Get his ass out of here.

So how did you know she'd go there?

Well, it was in her own best interest.

Some people don't change.

So you knew she had
information the whole time

and you still slept with her?

That's not why I slept with her.

Need a hand?

We're live in 2 hours.

Perfection, people.

Oi!

Ellis.

I want double.

My bonus for bringing Jake back
to the final table... double it.

He says he's not showing up.

Oh, he'll show up.

Abe was killed by the Russian

and his Mafia investors.

Why?

'cause he was coaching Jake.

You already knew that, didn't you?

That's why you brought him back to town.

I paid for his ticket out.

Yeah. Yeah. And you paid for mine, too.

Yet here I am, 'cause you need me.

Well, I didn't need Abe.

What, you didn't want him to coach Jake,

just give him that little extra edge?

I don't get involved on that level.

Because the integrity
of the championship

is paramount.

Yes, it is.

Oh. Right.

Golden boy from
Evergreen Park, Illinois,

wins the tournament.

Next year, every hayseed in America

is going to be plopping
down 20 grand to enter.

I didn't bring Abe back to Vegas.

See, you hired me as a lie expert,

and then you lied to me.

Double it.

Medium triple latte.

Thanks.

How long you been watching that?

Mm.

Not long.

I lied.

She likes you.

Nice try.

But I saw the lip lick.

The, uh, true rule of womanhood.

Yeah, uh...

Loker, there's no such thing
as true rule of womanhood.

I made it up.

You were doing that
really super-annoying

smug guy thing.

I was pissed.

And I wanted the ant farm.

I am smug?

Well, how do I know you're
telling the truth now?

Not only is she laughing,

dhe's looking right into your eyes.

She's being polite.

This isn't being polite.

Her pupils were dilated.

Well, she did... touch my knee

at one point.

So you think I should... call her and...

Definitely.

Crazy things happen in the desert,

and we've seen our fair share,

with our final table already cut down

from 5 players to just 3.

Let's get started and
introduce them to you.

It's not easy being green,

and that's true of our
current chip leader,

the lone amateur at this final table.

The golden boy from
Evergreen Park, Illinois.

Where's that, you ask? No one knows.

This kid came out of nowhere to
sweep through the early rounds...

Hey, Ben.

Hey.

Hey, wow. You...

Huh. Wow.

You look great.

Yeah, you, too. I mean...

The dress, the shoes, the whole thing.

Lovely.

I thought I should embrace the Vegas.

Ladies and gentlemen, Jake Hartman!

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

I'm not letting you spend
your last night here,

looking like that, watching
other people play poker.

I'm not interested in gambling.

Do you really think that that's
all this town has to offer?

Just wait and see. I'm
gonna blow your mind.

# watch out for the hustler #

# watch out for the hustler #

I'm gonna go get the car
and I'll met you out front.

First-class service
for you all the way.

Just for you.

And now,

The 23rd Poker World Championship...

Shuffle up and deal!

Living the life, Dr. Lightman.

I'm told you got a
one-night pass to the casino.

One million dollars
compliments of Mr. Ellis.

# get down and I'll show you how #

# get down... #

# get down and I'll show you how... #

All of it on double zero.

Hi, Foster.

Could you imagine putting
that much money on one number?!