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.
LARRY: 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.
(children chattering and yelling)
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.
(officer shouting orders, siren wails in distance)
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.
CARRIE: 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.
CARRIE: 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
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
No. I know. in Chinatown?
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?
Here's the thing: 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.
SUZY: It's crazy.
We were all just here.
I feel like he's gonna walk right through that door.
AL: 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
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.
AL: I thought it was longer.
AL: 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.
AL: 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 y 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.
Here's the deal: 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.
AL: Hey.
Murray got a tip on this loan shark. Mm!
AL: Dean Gray from West Orange.
Multiple arrests and he may be working inside this casino.
CARRIE: 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.
CARRIE: 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?
CARRIE: Hmm.
SECURITY GUARD: 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.
WOMAN: 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.
CARRIE: 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?
JAY: 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.
CARRIE: 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.
MAN: 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.
DEALER: 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!
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.
DEALER : 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
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...
SUZY : 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 ha 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
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.
(pop music playing, low and indistinct)
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.
MOLLY : 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.
DEAN: Only Mr. Zager approves markers.
DEAN: 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
All right, fine.
AL: 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.
ELIOT: 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.
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