Unforgettable (2011–2016): Season 3, Episode 4 - Cashing Out - full transcript

It is our civic duty

to mold New York into a city

that matches our highest aspirations.

And your thoughtful

and passionate contribution to that effort

only strengthens my commitment.

Thank you.

And then I'll announce my
decision and any clapping

will be drowned out by the boos.

The right decision isn't always
the most popular one, Scott.

I hope I didn't teach you that.

Earliest night you've
knocked off this week.

Where am I taking you?

Home, Larry.

Good night, Suzy.

Commissioner? It's me, Larry.

We have that announcement this morning.

I'm here to pick you up.

Mr. Standley!

Varick!

Hey, Varick, come back here!

You thought you could get away from me.

Hey, it's Super Memory Woman!

Oh...!

Okay. Hello!

Oh, no, no.

You're gonna have to do
a lot better than that.

Okay, now!

Oh...

tricky, tricky.

Are you ready for this?

- Here we go.
- Yep.

Eli, Clara,

Derrick, Braden,

Hailey, Luca, Diego,

Violet, Jude,

Shana, Jackson,

Franny, Noah,

Zoe...

and...

I'm...

Lulu!

Are you a witch?

That would depend on who you ask.

My phone's ringing.

Go play, you guys. Have fun.

Hey.

You're nuts running on a day like this.

Ever heard of heat stroke?

I barely got started
running before you called me

and I'm trying to beat my 10K record.

Proving what, exactly?

Proving that I'm better now

than I was in 1993.

Just competing against yourself.

Yeah, well, you got to beat
the best to be the best.

All right, our victim is Scott Standley,

Zoning Board Commissioner.

That's a powerful position.

Yet I never heard of him.

You have anything on him
in that head of yours?

No. I'm drawing a total blank.

See? Running in this
heat's melting your brain.

I don't know...

Standley's aide, Larry Borman,

discovered the body about 8:30 a.m.

He got in using a key
Standley had given him.

No sign of forced entry.

I'm thinking our victim let his killer in.

All right.

Have we cleared the aide?

Ah, claims he was with his girlfriend

on 21st Street all night.

Murray's looking into it.

Looks like two shots to the chest;

used a pillow to muffle the sound.

5,000-piece puzzle.

Learning Portuguese.

I don't know, the...

puzzle, the cat,

learning a new language...

seems like a lonely guy
looking for a distraction.

I know you're all wondering
if I hit my trips, boys,

but...

you're gonna have to pay to find out.

Something?

Hmm?

No. Nothing.

So, the aide's alibi holds up.

Girlfriend and the
doorman confirm his story.

You track Standley's movements yesterday?

He went in to the office
at 8:00 in the morning,

worked late with his staff, went home.

They say he seemed upset,
worried about anything?

Not anything out of the ordinary.

His wife just passed from
cancer ten months ago,

so he'd been pretty down.

I didn't see any cameras

in the lobby of Standley's building.

- What about out on his street?
- Nothing.

But I'm all over his cell records.

Maybe we'll get lucky.

Jay!

What do you got?

Got a bio on the guy, not much else.

Meet Scott Standley, 42,

Zoning Board Commissioner
for New York City.

Served under the last four mayors

in some capacity.

Before he worked for the city,

he ran a non-profit for
underprivileged kids.

Violent end for a do-gooder, no?

I did look into some of Standley's

recent work decisions.

Just last week, he
approved this community park

up in the Bronx.

Grass for the community,

playgrounds for the kids... but yes,

$20 million in billings

to the contractor who won the bid.

So, a guy creates a
windfall for winning bidders

and bad feelings for those he passes on.

Big money, big motive.

Okay. Standley made three
personal phone calls yesterday

on his cell phone, all
to the same number...

a burner cell.

I'm trying to track it.

Why is a successful political like this guy

living in a tiny apartment

and making calls to burner cells?

It doesn't track.

I mean, get into his finances,

check his emails, threats,

disgruntled colleagues, anything.

- Hey.
- Hi.

How's it coming?

Fine. Um... I think everything's

pretty straightforward.

I'll put the time of death

at about 1:00 a.m. I sent you the report.

Yeah, no, I-I got it, I just, uh...

You know, I was just wondering
if there was anything else

- that maybe, you know...
- Is everything all right?

Can't a person just drop by anymore?

A person can, but you can't.

Okay.

The truth is...

I need your advice.

Oh, it's about the Secret Service guy.

You've been dating a few months,

he's throwing around the "E" word.

Well, honestly, if you ask me,

exclusivity is overrated.

I was dating a guy, he was

a trustee at the children's zoo

and he said, "Baboons have it down.

"The females just go out

"and expose their tushes to the troops

- and the troops bow down and applaud...
-" No. No. Jo. Jo.

My issue isn't the Secret Service guy.

M-My issue is that I, uh...

I knew our victim.

You knew him?

- Yeah.
- How?

Well, I met him about four months ago,

he said his name was Marty.

I didn't sleep with him.

Um, we were engaged in...

a game of chance.

You're gambling.

I thought you stopped.

I did. But I started again.

And anyway, you know, we
didn't really talk or anything.

I mean, he just sat across
the poker table from me and...

Have you told Al?

- No. -
Mm-hmm.

No. I needed your advice
first. What do I do?

Really, we don't know if that has

anything to do with the investigation.

Exactly... and so why would I go
and tell Al and get him mad...?

No, but it might.

My advice would be to run with it.

The killer's out there,
suppose he kills again?

Right. So I should definitely

tell Al, then, right?

So, this guy Standley
was basically Mr. Clean.

Murray's going over his phone
records, online history...

but there's nothing.

He wasn't dating anybody.

No evidence of drug use.

Are you even listening to me?

I met Standley gambling...

at a card room on the Upper West Side

about four months ago.

I recognized him when I saw his dead body.

- You were playing poker?
- Yes.

And I know I told you I would quit

and I did, I did for a while.

For a while? Are you forgetting

what it took to cover your ass last time

- In Chinatown?
- No. I know.

- If Tom Stoddard hadn't owed me a favor...
- I appreciate that!

Oh, well, not enough that
you would stop doing it.

It's because I'm weak

- and reckless.
- Selfish.

- And selfish.
- Stupid.

- Self-destructive.
- I'm not stupid.

Yeah, stupid. And you're my partner.

You're compromising an investigation.

I know. And I have put you

in an impossible situation

and I'm gonna fix it. I'm gonna fix it

because I'm gonna talk to Eliot, okay?

He's gonna go ballistic.

- I know.
- It's gonna be the last conversation

- you ever have with him.
- Yeah, I know.

Okay. I'll go with you.

No. I don't want to compromise you any more

than I already have.
I'm gonna go on my own,

I'm a big girl, I'm just gonna...

face the music.

What are you gonna say?

All right. Okay. Here it is.

Scott Standley was gambling
in underground casinos.

Okay. You believe...

this is connected to

why he was murdered?

I'm not sure.

Okay, why do I have the odd feeling

that there's something more?

Well, I know this...

well, because I remember him

from one of the casinos.

One of those...

casinos that you, yourself...

were gambling at?

- Yes.
- I see.

What exactly do you expect me to do

with this information?

I, I thought you should know.

You... thought I should know...

that one of my detectives,

a New York City police officer,

working in the Major Crimes Bureau,

an officer sworn to uphold the law...

was committing a felony?

w-we need to

investigate gambling as a lead

and I thought you should know the basis...

- of that investigation...
- Thank you.

You can go now.

So, you don't have anymore
questions for me about,

you know, maybe how often I gamble?

If it's maybe, a problem for me?

Do I win much? Because I always win...

I most certainly do not have

any more questions like that.

I do, however, have one question,

which I will ask again:

Will you please leave my office?

Sure.

Are you mad?

I'm not...

Okay.

Hey, Al...

Commissioner Standley's bank records.

Now, this guy's been draining his accounts

over the last nine months.

Downsized apartments

from the Upper West Side to Alphabet City.

If he was corrupt,

he sure as hell wasn't too good at it.

He made some pretty huge withdrawals, too.

Look, $3,000 on one day, $5,000 on another.

What's he doing with that cash?

Loneliness can be a gateway
to all sorts of vices.

If we find out where his money was going,

I bet we find out why he was killed.

Hey. It turns out Standley had
a sizeable life insurance policy

from the city... and get this:

he changed his beneficiary three weeks ago.

Who's getting the money?

Standley's assistant...

- Suzy Houchen.
- Oh...

Lonely widower makes
his beautiful assistant

his beneficiary

and three weeks later, he's killed.

Well, maybe Suzy got tired
of answering the phones.

It's crazy.

We were all just here.

I feel like he's gonna walk
right through that door.

There was no one he was
particularly at odds with?

Nothing he was working on
recently that went south?

Look, it's city politics,

of course there was disagreements,

but people loved working with Scott.

He was fair and people respected that.

Did he change at all, after his wife died?

Did his behavior become more erratic?

No. Nothing like that.

Um... he worked more after Colleen died.

And do you think he used his
influence for personal profit?

No. No way.

A company lobbying to
build a factory in Queens

sent over a bouquet after
his wife's funeral and...

and he made me send it
back. He was incorruptible.

That would strike me as odd,

that he would make you his
life insurance beneficiary

three weeks before he was killed.

What are you talking about?

You didn't know?

All $200,000 is yours.

No. I...

I know that he doesn't have a family,

but that's incredibly weird.

He didn't say a word.

Maybe the lonely widower
was starting to look at you

in a more personal way.

Al...

He was more like a brother.

You two spent a lot of time together,

feelings build...

Al.

Suzy, we-we believe you.

Do you know where he went
when he wasn't working?

Larry would know.

Larry Borman, his aide.

They spent a lot more
time outside of the office.

- Excuse me.
- Sure.

Why'd you step on my affair angle?

I was getting signals from her.

You were getting signals from her? Really?

Were you also getting
signals from her wife?

Yeah.

Sure, I picked him up

in the mornings sometimes.

Took him to meetings.

Once in a while, I'd drive him home.

You ever drive him anywhere else?

No, not really.

You know, he lived a pretty simple life.

After Colleen died, he'd pretty much been

keeping to himself.

Yeah. I understand that.

After my husband passed,
I kept to myself, too.

Sometimes you get lonely.

You need something to fill that void.

I know I did.

I did some things I wasn't too proud of.

You see any of that
behavior in Mr. Standley?

Hey, look, it wasn't a big deal,

but in the last couple
of months before he died,

he started having me take him to bars.

Larry, was there one bar in
particular you took him to?

Yeah. Lonnegan's on the Lower East Side.

He started having me drop him there

a couple months ago.

Okay. When was the last time
you took him to Lonnegan's?

Two nights ago.

All the bars in New York,

and this is where Standley came to unwind?

Yeah, well, you forgot your
skinny jeans and your moustache.

Is drinking beer out
of a can a thing again?

Haven't seen that since
Cavanaugh's, back in Syracuse.

Tuesday night PBRs led to an

epic game of truth or dare.

You won.

Turned out we could sneak
into the ladies' room

and go undetected.

I think we both won.

For 11 mind-blowing minutes.

I thought it was longer.

Our victim was Scott Standley,

Zoning Board Commissioner.

No sign of forced entry...

Interesting.

Okay, listen, I just saw a
guy who used a pocket watch

to gain access to the back room.

Now Standley had the exact same watch

in his apartment.

He wasn't coming here to drink.

You think there's a casino in there?

Yeah, I do.

And he was here the night
before he was killed.

I gotta get in there.

- Don't even think about it.
- Why?!

We-we could go in and check things out

from the inside. We can't just go in

and shut it down, 'cause we're not gonna

- learn anything that way.
- You really think Eliot's

gonna let you go undercover
at an underground casino?

Sure. Of course.

It's a brilliant idea.

How could he say no?

No.

Look, we tracked Standley
to an underground casino.

The same one you saw him in?

- One I haven't been to.
- Oh, imagine that.

His aide confirmed he was there

the night before he was murdered.

Now I've been digging around
and I've got some contacts

who say Standley was asking for a big loan.

He was asking loan sharks

for $180,000.

So, we're thinking either
he lost money gambling,

took out a big loan and
he couldn't repay it,

or he pissed off the wrong
guy at the card table.

So we go undercover at the casino...

we find the killer.

Right...

Well, I mean,

in order for that to really work,

my God, a person would have to have

built up a lot of cred...

- gambling at...
- Oh.

Such establishments.

That's a year ago.

The Chanel is a little out of style,

but I do think, I do
think you'd pull it off.

Oh, thank you very much.

- How did you get...?
- You don't really think

I was gonna hire you two

without doing my research, did you?

This one, oh, look, four months ago.

That's the warehouse down on Grover.

Yeah, it's Fulton, actually,
and I am very flattered

that you've been spying on me.

Relax, Wells.

I'm just keeping tabs on my dream team.

What do you have on Al?

Al? Uh... you know, well,

four unpaid parking tickets

outside the same curry house

in Astoria.

And I seem to recall

an unlicensed woodworking class in Dumbo.

Yawn.

Life in the fast lane, huh?

I made a magazine rack.

Mahogany.

I trust...

that you understand the
blowback that could come down

on this unit if others

from City Hall or the department

find out about your little habit?

You found out about my little habit

and you haven't fired me yet, why?

Really?

I mean, would you fire you?

No.

You're going undercover.

Yes!

- Both of you.
- Oh.

Oh, look at that.

if I win again,

I don't have to wear this necklace.

Carrie, if you don't
wear the necklace camera,

we can't see what's
happening inside the casino.

Jay, if I do wear the necklace camera,

I run the risk of looking like a
real housewife of Beverly Hills.

This thing is huge.

I bought a necklace just like that

a few years ago, for my sister,

- and she loved it.
- Ah, that's very, very cute

that you still believe that. Hey.

Hey.

- Murray got a tip on this loan shark.
- Mm!

Dean Gray from West Orange.

Multiple arrests and he may
be working inside this casino.

All right, are you ready?

Three of diamonds, jack of spades,

four of hearts, ten of clubs,

seven of spades.

Damn. I've seen her use her friggin' memory

a million times and she still hustles me.

Okay.

Now...

now with both of you wearing your cameras,

we'll be able to see what you're doing,

I.D. whoever's inside
the casino, all right?

And you... are gonna teach
me how to do this one day.

Over a beer.

Fair enough. I'll buy.

- All right.
- Good luck, guys.

Listen, got us into the casino,

we're all good.

I had my bookie Zeke vouch for us.

You got a bookie named
Zeke who vouches for you?

Yeah. I told him you
were my new sugar daddy,

so you should start practicing your part.

Who's your old sugar daddy?

- Wouldn't you like to know.
- Yeah.

Let me ask you, do you moonlight
as a gambler or as a cop?

I am not... a gambler.

Gamblers lose, I win.

- Hmm.
- Hmm. Cute.

Ooh, nice "murse," Eliot.

You want to pass as a high roller,

you have to bet like a high roller.

- Oop...
- Ow!

No catnip for Kitty.

You're the bank.

Huh. Put the responsible one
in charge... that's smart.

Wait a second, I'm the one
playing at the big table.

Precisely, if you have a cold night,

I can trust Al not to lose all that cash.

I can't even tell you what
I did for the commissioner

for him to okay this.

We won't ask, you don't tell.

The cash comes back...

every penny of it.

Oh, yeah, and um...

it'd also be nice if you
found Standley's killer.

They're heading in.

Hey. How you doing?

Hmm.

This way.

Oh.

Ooh...

Step inside.

State your name.

Oh, thank you.

A photo booth! Hmm!

Well, this is cool.

- Come on.
- All right.

Here we go.

Charles Newman, Sydney Campbell.

Smile, Charlie.

Oh!

Good evening.

Hi.

Wow.

Nice place.

Yeah... I can see the allure.

Okay. Roulette for you,

red and black... you can handle that.

Hi.

Sydney, Charlie, I'm Molly, your hostess.

Zeke tells me your lady's
quite a player, Charlie.

She does okay.

Well, this is quite something.

I mean, I've been in a lot of card rooms,

but never one like this.

I think you'll see, we
cater to a higher-end player

than the other rooms in town.

We offer all the games:

Blackjack, craps, roulette

and of course, poker.

Sydney, I already placed
you on the wait-list

for the high-stakes table.

Thank you. How is the action tonight?

Mmm, some loose players, some tight.

You might have your hands full.

I think I'll manage.

She's trying to work on her confidence.

Well, I aim to pamper our VIPs,

so please let me know if there's
anything I can do for you.

Thank you.

She's perky.

Keep it in your holster, Charlie.

Sir.

All right, here we go.

My pleasure.

Thank you.

Tonight's gonna be fun.

Mm-hmm.

I'm gonna win.

Okay.

Yay!

No... you gotta earn your
allowance with me, Sydney.

I give you money in
exchange for some sugar.

That's how these relationships work.

Oh...

You owe me back pay...

Daddy.

"Daddy."

Really?

How they doing?

Boss, I've got facial recognition

working overtime.

This place is not lacking in suspects.

Most of the security guards have sheets.

Well, it takes a criminal
to run a criminal operation.

Now, Carrie's got to watch out for this guy

when she sits down at the poker table.

Alexander Sapic.

Serbian mobster.

Suspected of dismembering a guy

after he took him for
big cash in Monte Carlo.

Charming guy. Who's that

Al's taken an interest in?

Oh, that's... Molly McGintee.

I think she's the hostess or something.

Smart kid.

Was a student at Stern Business School,

but dropped out about three years ago.

Good job. Keep me posted.

Will do.

It's pretty risky business,

huh, boss?

You can say that again.

And then there's Al and
Carrie to worry about.

All right.

Whoa. There's cold

and then there's you.

How many 15's can they give me?

Book says to hit against a face.

I keep telling you, I play my gut.

Yes and the casino really appreciates that.

- That's 20 for you, Sir.
- Ah, there we go.

- All right.
- Yeah.

- I'm gonna double down.
- Showoff.

Good luck.

21. Again.

Must be my lucky night.

All right.

You know what, let-let's
take a little break.

That's a good idea.

So, you're the redheaded card counter

I've heard rumors about.

Card counter?

Are you crazy?

Who could possibly count
against, what, four decks?

You'd be the first I've seen.

Time to move on from blackjack, Sydney.

Ah, you really want to cut her off

before she gives it all back?

Mr. Newman, we're happy to
have you continue playing.

Yeah.

Sydney?

I have a seat ready for
you at the poker table.

Well, she still has
poker privileges, right?

Of course.

Behave, Charlie.

Mm-hmm.

Good luck.

Luck.

Who said anything about luck?

My lady knows her way around a casino,

Mr., uh...

Gray.

I sense we're not the first

she's taken a bundle off of.

So that's one of the
reasons we're here tonight.

She took a guy big couple weeks ago

at another room in town.

Hoping to get another shot at him.

Goes by "Marty." You know him?

I'm not too good with names...

Charlie.

Trying to buy a pot off me again?

I'm out.

Wise move, sweet cheeks.

Hmm.

Thank you, Carrie.

Who... are... you?

Hurry up, guy.

Move on me or tuck your tail.

Fine, Germ.

I'm all-in.

Two pair... aces and jacks.

Flush wins.

I'm cleaned out.

Mr. Zager would like to
speak to you on the telephone.

This way.

♪ Got a meth lab zoso sticker
rolled up in my pocket ♪

♪ Got a seven-inch trigger finger ♪

♪ Don't know how to stop it

♪ Got a one-way pile driver

♪ Nowhere left to use it

♪ I'm a super-charged
freedom fighter ♪

♪ And I'm giving it all...

♪ Get it up...

♪ Get it up...

♪ Get it up!

Thank you very much. Thank you very much.

Whoa...

She's good.

Oh, the kid's good.

Ah, look who's back.

With a nice marker for
the rest of us to win.

Men's room's on the
other side of the floor.

I need a marker.

Like the one you gave that guy over there.

Only Mr. Zager approves markers.

I just dropped a European
sports car on your tables,

least they can do is give
me a chance to win it back.

Thank you for your trouble.

Hey, Murray, I got a favor to ask.

I need your Bureau buddies
to run a name for me.

I only got a last name "Zager,"

but it seems like he's the
juice behind the casino.

All right, I'm on it.

We can't float you anything at this time.

Mr. Zager only offers
markers to those he knows.

Please enjoy a cocktail on the house.

So kind of you.

Fine, Germ.

I'm all-in.

Two pair... aces and jacks.

You're awful anxious for
someone who's not in the game.

Hmm. You got a big mouth.

I mean... it's pretty but... it's big.

Apparently, you've been
paying more attention

to my mouth than you have to your cards,

which is why I've been carding you up.

All-in.

Call.

Straight don't beat a boat.

I busted you again, Donkey.

You... certainly...

got his number...

don't you?

Run away while you're ahead?

That's real classy.

You know what I call it?

Real smart.

Hi, Charlie.

The guy must've lost 80 grand.

Yeah. Like Standley.

He never had a chance.

The whole game is fixed.

I'm cashing out.

So, I know Carrie thinks the
poker game is rigged, but...

what's the guy's signal?

The cards or the player they're targeting.

Someone was spotting his
cards behind the table.

All right, but then how
did Carrie take Germ down?

Nobody was spotting her
cards, he had no advantage.

Pretty ballsy move...

two guys running a card
scam in front of Dean.

Which is why we think
they work for the casino.

They're targeting
individuals and bleeding 'em.

What'd you find?

Well... Lonnegan's

is owned by a dummy corporation
called the Foxriver Group.

Sunglasses guy is Kirby Monroe.

Got a couple charges for robbery.

Seems to work card rooms
around the East Coast.

And Germ?

This is an interesting
fellow, Chuck Thornton.

Got a perfect score on his LSAT's,

Columbia Law School,

but this guy's a two-time loser.

Got pinched for falsifying pick-six bets

from the Breeder's Cup back in 2006;

Served 37 months.

Hey, guys. A buddy of mine at the Bureau

just sent this over on the money guy Zager.

Now, the name Zager showed
up in the gambling scene

a few years ago, but
nobody's got anything on him.

Not even a country of origin.

What about the guy they
cleaned out... Olden?

Yes. Will Olden,

32, lawyer, lives in Park Slope.

Made about $150 K last year.

His only client is the
estate of a dead guy.

Here's what I got on the estate.

Okay, so,

Olden loses almost an entire year's salary

at the poker table last night.

Why extend a marker to a
guy who can't pay it back?

It doesn't make sense.

It does to someone.

How is it we both stayed up all night

and you look amazing and I look like hell?

Practice. And genetics.

In terms of Eliot's money,

were we up for the night?

We? You do know

blackjack is played to 21, right?

Thank you. And all night
I thought it was 15.

So we looked into this guy Olden...

- Coffee?
- Sure.

Who lost big at poker.

Strange thing is

he's a small-time lawyer
without deep pockets,

and still they gave him this big marker.

Huh.

Same profile as Standley.

Maybe they set him up, too.

Well, why fix games against people

who borrow money from you
who can't pay you back?

Ooh.

- No good,
huh? - Mm-mm.

What does the guy do for a living?

Represents the estate of some dead guy

who owned run-down buildings in Red Hook.

Donald Trump, he isn't.

Red Hook...

Look, it's city politics. Of course

there was disagreements, but everyone loved

working with Scott. He was fair

and people respected that.

I may have something.

Standley was working

on the subway expansion project

in Red Hook, deciding on stops.

I saw the map in his office.

He was choosing between Wolcott
Street and Carroll Street.

The property near the new subway stop

will suddenly become a gold mine.

Jay, where are the buildings that

Olden represented in Red Hook?

Uh, hold on a sec.

Okay, here we go... Olden's
client's biggest property

was an abandoned warehouse
on Wolcott Street.

That's the play.

They weren't looking to
get paid back in money.

They wanted Standley to rule in their favor

on the subway expansion.

Which, if they own the right property,

is a hell of a lot more
valuable than any gambling debt.

I don't know, that seems
like an awful lot of work.

Why not just bribe the guy?

Standley's assistant
said he was incorruptible.

But once the casino got
their hooks into him,

he had no choice.

The assistant was right.

Standley's not corrupt,

he's a gambling addict, right?

So they lure him in,

and then once they get him in debt,

they use their leverage

to make him choose Wolcott Street.

But then why kill the guy
before he's made his decision?

He had made a decision.

I saw it circled on the map in his office.

He chose Carroll Street.

So he decides to go with his conscience,

even if it means screwing
the Foxriver guys.

So they kill him, but they still go forward

trying to acquire Olden's property.

They must think they can
get Standley's replacement

to go their way.

Right. They bet on Wolcott.

Jay, look into the local holdings

of Foxriver Group.

Okay.

Okay, we got two properties,

both purchased within the last three weeks.

Both buildings on Wolcott Street.

Okay, can you find any names
on these property deals?

Just the one:

Dean Gray.

Uh, just because you think you
know why Standley was murdered,

doesn't mean we can prove it.

If we go marching in there
without the complete picture,

we could easily jeopardize
our murder investigation.

If we can get to someone on the inside,

we can go after Dean and
his crew for extortion

and racketeering... squeeze
'em on the Standley murder.

I think I know someone at
the casino who can help us.

Molly.

Hey, Charlie.

Funny running into you.

We need to talk. In private.

Look, Charlie, I know that you're upset

about Mr. Zager not extending you a marker,

but this is really inappropriate.

I can't believe I let cops into the club.

Do you know what will happen
to me if-if-if we get raided?

I'm interested in things

far more serious than a card game, okay?

How long you been working
with Dean and the others?

A few years.

I-I started playing
cards in business school

af-after some personal stuff.

I was good.

I won.

For a while, anyway.

That why you dropped out of school?

I was tapped out.

But Dean offered me a deal and I took it.

They waived my debt in exchange

for running the floor for them.

I tried leaving a few months back.

They wouldn't let me go.

Who's "they"?

Dean, Zager, anybody else?

Maybe a silent partner?

Germ.

One of the poker players.

Zager come up with the plan?

There's no Zager.

Dean and Germ invented him

as a cover... well, really it-it was Germ.

He's terrified of going to jail again.

So he invented a phantom boss.

My God, I am dead if they
find out that I ratted...

Listen to me.

We can protect you. We
can work with the DA.

We can get it in writing.

If you help us take down your bosses,

I can make sure that you walk.

You don't get it.

These guys are wired.

We've never been raided.

And I'm pretty sure
it's because they've got

vice cops on their payroll.

You recognize him?

Yeah, sure. That's Marty.

Have Dean and Germ been
extending him credit?

He owes them big.

I'm looking for other people like Marty

who are in the hole to your bosses.

You keep records of that?

I have a ledger.

But, I mean, Dean has
control over it when I leave.

There's some file in the
back he has locked up.

If you want your life back,

I'm gonna need your help.

I want my life back.

Okay, so the ledger will give us the names

of the other extortion
and racketeering victims,

and then we use our leverage
to find out who killed Standley.

But how are you gonna get
that ledger out of there?

The plan is Carrie and I show up

like we did last night, but Molly greets us

before security pats us down.

We escort her out with the ledger,

then we signal ESU to move on the casino.

That's a lot of working parts, Burns.

It's the only way to bring them down.

Molly's just getting to work right now.

I don't want to leave
her hanging for too long.

She's in a dangerous corner. We gotta move.

Hey.

Remember that burner cell

that Standley called
the night he was killed?

I just tracked a call from it

to the switchboard at Police Plaza.

The call could be to
vice. Germ and Dean might

already know we've been inside.

You gotta move now.

All right.

All right.

No bouncer.

Something feels off.

Something tells me your
gut's right this time.

What the hell is going on?

They knew we were coming.

Maybe they were tipped by vice.

Aah! Help!

Help! They're in there! No, no!

This way, this way! Get down!
Get down! Get down behind me!

Germ shot Dean. They were
fighting over the money.

I was next!

- He's going for the back exit!
- Get out of here! Go! Go!

- Go!
- Okay!

Our victim is Scott Standley,

Zoning Board Commissioner.

No sign of forced entry.

I need a marker. Like the one

you gave that guy over there.

Only Mr. Zager approves markers.

We can't float you anything at this time.

Okay, listen, it's Molly.

She's running the whole thing.

Go get her. I got this.

You got this? Really?

All right, fine.

You're not getting out of here, Germ.

I'm not going back to prison either.

Okay. Go.

Okay.

Let's go!

Everybody out! Out! Let's go!

Quickly! Move!

All right, we're clear. Move in!

No, no, no, no, no.

This way.

Step inside

and state your name.

Gotcha.

Drop it!

Hands on the wheel.

Nice bluff, Molly.

You almost had us.

But we own your ass now.

You got here fast.

Yeah, I move all right.

Just talked with Ballistics.
The gun in Molly's purse

matches to Standley's
murder. She killed him

'cause she couldn't blackmail him.

And Germ's been spilling to Murray.

Turns out he lost his ass
to Molly three years ago.

Rather than offing him
like she did Standley,

she concocted this scheme

to have him and Dean front as the boss.

And the call she made to Police Plaza

was just to divert suspicion from herself.

She-she was a smart, shrewd lady.

She was seconds away
from disappearing forever.

Well-played, team.

Really. Well-played.

Now there's just the,
uh, matter of my money.

What money?

Does it ever get old, Wells?

No.

Fine.

Here's your money. All of
it is there. Every penny.

You don't have to count
it. You can trust me.

Mmm.

L... Oh. All those hours gambling

and yet you return the exact

amount I gave you.

Now...

what are the odds of that?

Uh, you said,

"I want all of it

returned. Every penny."

And I kept my end of the bargain.

You should be happy.

Fine.

I will take my little win and I will fold.

Carrie,

you have to know, I can
only protect you so far

with this stuff.

I know. Thank you.

But there will come a time.

Should I even ask what you're
gonna do with the money you won?

- You can't keep it.
- All right.

How 'bout a little wager?

Arm wrestle. You win, the money goes

- to charity;
- I win, hello, Puerto Rico.

This is you not gambling?
You can't help yourself.

One last bet. Come on.

Let's go. You're just scared.

- Yeah? All right.
- I'm very, very strong.

I don't just have a super memory...

You... are going down.

I'll send you a postcard from the beach.

Count of three?

Yep.

One... two... three.

This is quite strange.

Are we gonna, um...

wrestle or-or hold hands all night?

Call it a draw?

You win.

Money goes to charity.

Oh, the game was fixed.

I just wanted you to see
how good it feels to win.

Can the winner buy you a drink?

Always.

Let's go, Charlie.