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Silence, Frank.
Come on, Paul.
I don't watch the day -to -day stuff that close.
I'll call the boys in the morning. I've already called every operation in seven
states. That's where I got the figures. I just checked against yours. You're $37
,000 short for last month alone.
How could you be so foolish?
Oh, now, wait a minute. You know the boys don't collect for every bet they
and they hold back themselves.
If they didn't, why would I need a collector with a .45 automatic?
Where's the book?
Oh, no.
No man takes me out of the gambling business just like that.
I spent 20 years making the race wire work.
I spent 30.
Come on, the book.
I got a plane to catch.
Yeah. I give you the book, and I'm a dead man.
You can give it to me, Frankie.
Or I can take it away from you. Either way.
No, you ain't got the authorization yet. If you did have...
You'd have sent somebody else to make the hit. Not you, not in person.
Open the safe.
I got a right to talk to Aaron.
We go to the commission together, and I tell my side.
Plane to catch, huh?
Champagne flight, Paul?
Sure, it's always been a champagne flight for you, hasn't it, while I sit
office all these years.
KBL flight 117, New York to Las Vegas, is now ready for boarding.
Passengers for this flight should proceed to gate 14.
Aaron, it was a problem that was bothering everybody.
There was a problem, Paul.
But you didn't give us a chance to agree on a solution.
You thought one of yourselves.
You still want to go to Vegas?
Aaron, I've told a lot of people I'm leaving. A lot of other people there.
I'm coming.
I just can't... But the book?
I've got it with me. There's nothing to worry about.
All right, all right.
Your mind is made up.
Don't I have your blessing?
Sure.
You have my blessing.
Come on. It's all fixed.
A Quinn Martin production starring Ephraim Zimbliss Jr.
Also starring Philip Abbott, William Reynolds, with guest stars
James Daly, Joanna Moore,
Larry Gates.
Tonight's episode, The Gold Card.
On March 30th, Frank Denton, a member of La Cosa Nostra and the operator of the
eastern branch of a bookmaking empire, was murdered.
An informants report indicated that Mafia High Commission member Paul
had met with Denton a few hours before he was to join in a gambling game
somewhere in Nevada.
Detectives of the New York Intelligence Squad obtained a court order for the
opening of Denton's safe on information that he had been custodian of the
notorious black book.
A coded master file of bookmaking information, essential to the operation
ring.
The book was missing.
Since the FBI was already trying to link Nichols and the black book to an
interstate system of bookmaking rooms and gambling parlors, a full report was
forwarded to Inspector Lewis Erskine in Washington.
I don't know, Lewis. I can't believe Nichols would kill the man himself.
He's a member of the commission, and Benton was a friend of his.
He has a bad temper.
You mean Denton may have given him a hard time and he lost his head and...
game he's apparently so anxious to get into. We don't know where it's going to
be. No, sir, but the informant felt it'd be somewhere away from Vegas Arena.
All right, if Nichols has the book now, game or no game, he's got to use it to
stay in business, right?
Yeah, that's right.
Suppose he was observed using it by an agent. Wouldn't you say that would tie
the mafia pretty solidly?
Now, whoever does run this game is going to screen everybody with insight of it.
There wouldn't stand a chance in the world of getting an agent in there.
That might depend on his credentials.
Suppose he was invited by one of the biggest gamblers in the country.
Who do you mean?
Doc Cameron.
Doc Cameron is dead, isn't he?
No, he tried to open an independent club and the syndicate retired and burnt the
place down.
When he came out of the hospital, he bought a motel in Phoenix.
Well, then what makes you think... He'd get an invitation to this game.
He's already got it.
Our informant mentioned his name.
You think he'd cooperate with us?
Why don't I ask him?
And I suppose you'd be the agent.
Well, Nichols doesn't know me.
Okay, try it.
I think you're out of your mind.
Paul could be sitting on a stool at police headquarters now.
Right now.
There is nothing to link Paul with a hit.
The point is it was unauthorized. He made the hit himself.
He broke the rules.
He helped make.
He also put together the system.
30 years.
He put the rooms, the wires, and the book all together.
So you're grateful, Aaron.
Just how grateful are you?
You're the boss of bosses in this town. There can only be one at a time, right?
Are you grateful enough to turn it all over to this wild -eyed gambler?
Well, have we talked enough?
Are we ready to vote?
Boys?
Now, I've got something worked out.
It should happen there, Travis.
We can make the hit and pick up the book at the same time.
You'll be playing tomorrow night?
One table, half a dozen men, maybe a million dollars in the game.
Around midnight, the game will get knocked over, but it'll look like an
independent operation.
No witnesses.
We'll all be very upset.
In a few days, we'll let the police find the bodies of a couple of young punks
with records out in the desert.
Some of the checks from the game will be found on them.
When you say no witnesses.
That's it.
We waste the whole room. Everybody.
Players, waitresses, everybody.
Yes, sir.
Two of you?
Are you Doc Cameron?
Yes.
FBI, Mr. Cameron. My name's Erskine.
Are you interested in one of my guests, Inspector, or in me?
In you, sir.
All right.
What's the problem?
We need some information, Mr. Cameron. You might be able to help us.
Uh -huh. Let's sit down.
I understand big games being put together.
It's a legal one in Nevada.
So I hear.
Rumor is that it's no limit play.
The rumor is correct.
What's that got to do with me?
Well, I was wondering if you might be planning to go.
I haven't played poker in seven years.
I know that.
Are you going?
I was asked.
Thanks.
And I don't quite see that that's anybody else's business.
Even the government's.
The organization that forced you out is our business, Mr. Cameron.
Ancient history.
Is it?
I reread a police report in a plane.
It, uh, went something like this.
Subject Cameron suffered first -degree burns over 45 % of his body while
attempting to rescue a club employee.
Injuries to his left leg resulted in an emergency operation.
They didn't kill me.
Are you grateful to them for that?
Have you ever seen Paul Nichols?
Only his errand boys.
You'll be at the game.
Just what is it you want, Mr. Erskine?
Nichols. A chance to watch him in action.
You just said yourself, gambling's legal in this sovereign state of Nevada.
That's right, Mr. Cameron.
And we're gambling that Nichols will have the black book on him.
I should think it'd be quite satisfying to you to see us pick him up with that
book in his possession.
You, uh, want to come to the game with me? Some sort of silent partner?
I'd like to be introduced to that, yes.
By the way, uh, how's your bankroll?
I can handle it.
You know where the game is yet?
No, I don't.
They'll call us at the last minute, give us the location.
All I know is that it's tomorrow night. It won't be Vegas Arena. Some small
town. Couple bars, couple clubs.
Gets a little hot this time of the day in the desert.
Makes people sweat.
Just thinking about the game.
Waiting for the phone to ring.
Tell him where the game is.
Hello?
Yeah, he's here. Hold on.
It's Joe Masters in Detroit.
Yeah, Joe.
What's your bottom figure?
Well, does it tally?
All right. Tell 77 to collect 15 ,000 from number 25 and 10 ,000 from number
And balance your sheets.
Hello.
Who is this, Sonny?
It's all set, Mr. Nichols.
You drive to Willis.
You know where that is.
Right.
One thing, Sonny.
I'll be bringing a couple of the boys with me.
I'll need some extra phones in my room.
They'll be in when you get here.
I'll see you tomorrow night.
Yes, sir.
Round ten.
I gotta get going.
You pick the boys to go with me?
Mr. Nichols, I think I ought to go on this one. No.
You're a friend. When a man goes to the table, he has to be alone.
No friends.
You'd kill my luck, Nettie.
This car's pulling up now.
Colby, here he comes.
Hold on.
Nichols and another man just left the hotel in a four -door Lincoln
sedan, gray in color, with Nevada license plates CW4592.
He was not accompanied by Ned Price.
I may bring you luck.
Charlie Templer, Mr. Nichols.
It's that time of day.
Can I handle 62's action coming out of Kansas City?
Let's see.
It's all right up to 5 ,000 per game.
Yeah, right.
Those pages I gave you should see you through, Phil.
The big bets you bring to me, though.
Anxious to get to the game, Mr. Nichols?
Irene.
Ron. It's June.
June would have been my second guess.
That'll be $3 .10.
Keep it.
That's 20.
Keep it.
It was worth it.
Oh, well, thank you.
I'm on duty all day. I'm just a phone call away.
I'll remember that.
Well, Doc, I'm surprised and pleased.
It's been a while, Sonny.
This is a friend of mine, George Evans, Sonny Kane.
Oh, my pleasure, Mr. Evans. My pleasure.
You're looking for a little action, Mr. Evans?
He's looking for the same game I am, Sonny. He's my partner.
You couldn't have done better.
I'm looking forward to it.
You won't have long to wait.
Oh, excuse me.
Did you notice the little waltz Sonny did when he shook your hand?
Somebody took our picture.
Somebody took yours, not mine.
They'll be around for the game.
Both from San Francisco.
Any professional campers? No, just very wealthy men.
They may wait two or three years for a game like this.
They've had the gold card for a long time.
Gold card.
What's 31718?
I was born March 17th, 1918.
That's not much in the way of identification.
No, but then you're almost never called upon to show it.
Funny thing, World War II, I was in Monte Carlo in uniform.
I dropped a couple of thousand. I started to pay. They handed me a sheet
paper and a pen.
You may sign, Dr. Cameron.
Send us the money when the war is over.
That was a couple of years ago, wasn't it?
It's turning warm.
You got far to go, Earl?
I don't know. I haven't heard yet.
Happy days.
Wes.
The game is at Willis, Sonny's Canyon Club.
You ought to be able to get there before midnight.
No problem at all, sir.
Waste everybody in the game.
That's how I would have planned it.
Any particular time?
Midnight. Fine.
We'll do a real good job for you.
So?
It's nice to talk to the big boys once in a while, huh?
Yeah.
Hit it again, Wesley.
We got time.
It's almost ten, Doc.
When you finish your coffee, just go out the side door.
To your left, you'll see a short staircase. Go up those stairs to my
Good call, Mr. Ward.
Thanks.
Hello, Tom.
How are things in Las Vegas?
Price is still in the hotel.
We obtained a subpoena of local phone records.
Shows that he made a long -distance call to New York City.
265 -9971 at 718.
Syndicate officers.
Yes, we've got it. We have a subpoena there, too.
And in Willis for Nichols Sweet.
By the way, we checked the license number of the car that Nichols left in.
It belongs to a Phil Sandrich.
The local office lists him as a former pit boss, long -time mafia soldier.
Well, Lewis is an interesting company.
It's one thing that worries me a little.
Surveillance by the New York office turns up three high commission members
into a meeting with Aaron Kellen early this afternoon.
They're still in session.
Sonny, think you know everyone here, Mr. Nichols?
Except those gentlemen.
Oh, excuse me. That's Mr. Evans and Doc Cameron.
Pleasure, sir.
I've heard a lot about you.
Yes, you are.
Mr. Evans.
How are you?
Gentlemen, game is five -card draw.
Shall we begin?
Usual, $100 anted.
10 -21.
I just take it slow all the way.
I don't want to get stopped for a traffic ticket.
and is tracing a steady flow of calls into Nicole's suite.
We've already pinpointed a dozen new major books across the country.
Some of his men will be driving by the office, probably for clearance on big
bets. How many does he have?
Two, in Vegas with him.
That's far enough, buddy.
What's the matter?
Who are you?
My name's Evans.
I came at Doc Cameron.
I know it's an inconvenience to be stopped, Mr. Evans, but there's a lot of
money around the club tonight.
We're out here to make sure nobody walks in and takes it away from you good
people.
Well, I suppose you know what you're doing.
Between now and the time the big action's over, nobody does much walking
the grounds.
Oh, except for those pretty little girls on miniskirts.
They're on our side.
Okay?
Okay.
Bye, Bill.
Bye.
Don't I know you from someplace?
I don't know. Do you?
Well, if it isn't the good inspector.
You don't remember me, do you?
I don't forget many faces, Mrs. Elliot.
The last time I saw you, you were arresting my husband.
How is he? He's dead.
Killed by one of the inmates in the cell.
Oh, Mrs. Elliot, just a minute. I'm very busy.
Please.
What are you here for, a raid?
No. Oh, I see you're just here to check up on us.
Well, I think I should tell Sonny who you are. Mr. Nichols would love to know.
What do you think they'd do?
Kill me?
You never know.
And if they did, the man who brought me here tonight would be dead before the
night was over.
Doc, what makes you think I care about him?
Would causing his death make you feel better?
Jerry was my husband.
Oh.
I thought you'd filed for divorce when we arrested him.
When you arrested him, he was outside of my apartment coming back to me because
he loved me.
And you?
Mr. Ward.
Yeah, Mr. Ward, Colby.
What's going on out there?
Surveillance downtown and on the strip indicates that everything is absolutely
quiet.
But some of Nichols' friends flew in from L .A. and they never got out of the
airport. A couple of Vegas soldiers took them in tow, sat them down for a talk
in a bar, and they're still there.
So something's going on.
What about Price?
Still no sign of him.
How's the rest of it developing?
We're ready to hit the race wire rooms in six cities.
All we need is word from Lewis that Nichols has the black book.
Tom?
Just a second.
Mr.
Ward, Bryce just started to leave the hotel. He was stopped and turned back.
And they have cut Nichols off.
Yes, sir, it looks like it.
But why?
Doc, I hear you broke a game wide open in Miami one year with some of the
biggest players in the country.
That's right.
How long ago was that, Doc?
I hear it was ten years.
What do you think, Mr. Evans?
He's losing your money, too.
It's early in the game.
open for $2 ,000.
And two more.
That's four to you.
Deal me out next time.
He said it's been ten years since it went the other way.
Why don't you drop out for a while?
Oh, no.
You start to lose, you stay with the losing all the way. You hang in.
It's the only chance you have to come back.
Well, don't worry.
I can handle it.
Yes, I think you can.
You're running into some bad luck yourself, aren't you, Mr. E?
Maybe Nichols memorized that little black book.
Boys, what do you say after the next hand we raise the limit open?
You want to tear the game apart, Mr. Nichols?
I'd like to narrow the field.
What do you want to make it?
10 ,000 to open.
All right.
All right with you, Mr. E?
It'll cost you 20 ,000 to see me.
Is that beautiful?
Beautiful.
Get these names over to the identification division.
For you, sir. Mr. Colby.
Tom, I just got a summary of calls made by Kellan this evening.
There's a 650 entry to a small club in Argo, Nevada, owned by two brothers.
Wesley Lee and Earl Davis.
That mean anything to you?
What's their number in Argo?
738 -9243.
Just a minute.
Yeah, the local phone records show a call to that same number at 1242 this
afternoon. You got the point of origin?
L .A., West Coast Mafia Enforcer.
Call our go and see if the brothers are actually in the bar right now
I've
got a minute.
Mm -hmm. Do I have a choice?
Of course Why don't you just quit while you're ahead I'm not gonna tell anyone
who you are
I need more than that.
Indeed.
I need some information.
It's important.
I'm on another payroll.
I didn't intend to pay you for it.
What makes you think I'm going to help you do anything?
I don't know.
But you're the only one who can.
You don't know me very well.
No? You ran a three -year file on Jerry Elliott.
Which means we...
Learned something about his wife.
Reports are very favorable.
Working hard, broken off contact with his kind of people, you're making a good
life for two small children.
Oh, I just did what I had to do.
That's exactly my point.
And he didn't do anything to help you.
Did he?
He was convinced he could get something for nothing with a gun.
Who do you really blame for his death, the Bureau or Jerry himself?
What do you want me to do?
I want to buy a round of drinks for everybody in the office and for two men
Nickel Suite.
When you take them in, I want you to try and find out if those two men have a
black loose -sleeve notebook, some kind of code.
No cards.
Two pair.
Just broke me.
How about you, Doc?
Had enough?
Night, young Nichols.
I'll raise you ten.
Let's make it ten more.
One card.
I'll see you.
Well, Doc, you won yourself a couple of bucks.
A couple?
We just talked to the Argo police, Mr. Ward. Davis Brothers Bar is called
Rosie's. They closed early tonight and left the Argo with two other men.
A neighbor saw their car rolling in the general direction of Willis.
Here's the identification record, Mr. Ward. Oh, good.
Now, let's see. Wesley Lee and Earl Davis.
Records reaching back to the early 50s on both of them.
Assault, ADW, suspicion of murder,
manslaughter conviction.
Wesley did two years at McNeil Island, got out in 65 on a conditional release.
Yeah, here we are.
Terms of parole included an order not to leave the state of Oregon.
So, he's in violation of the conditional release just by being in Nevada.
We're on our way, sir.
All right, let's go.
Earl, I followed the service waitress taking a tray out of side exit.
She went past a couple of his boys and up some stairs.
Sonny's office.
It's 11 .50.
They said midnight.
So we'll split the difference.
I want you two to make it to the office from the casino side.
Wesley will come from the pool.
How are you going to get to the game?
I'm coming through the front door.
Sonny's private entrance. I know how to get to it.
So we open up at exactly 1155.
The doctor bets $35 ,000, Mr. Nichols.
No cards.
Twelve in a row.
Hello?
I didn't see a book.
One time.
Were they on the phone?
No.
And they looked very nervous because it wasn't raining.
Anything else?
Oh, there were a couple of sheets of notebook paper.
A notebook.
I want to thank you. You took a chance for us.
Doc's doing better.
You like that?
He's been losing for years.
Makes you feel good somebody's been losing all that time and ends up
Means there's hope for all the losers, huh?
Sure.
Why not?
Count his chips, Sonny.
Is that all right with you, Mr. Nichols?
What do you want, Doc?
The works.
Next time.
How much is there, Sonny?
Roughly $550 ,000.
All right, you fellas go around the back.
Cover the pool area.
Good night.
and you know who sent them.
They're here to kill you.
They wanted to hit me.
Okay.
I'll hit them.
I want to thank you, Doc.
We've both got what we wanted.
You know, you may still be a target for some people.
Well, I've got you on my side.
And I may be such a popular target that I'll stay away.
Well, I... Better get started.
You know, he looks almost...
Sad. And he won over a million dollars.
A gambler lives for the game, Tom.
And the game's over.
Paul Frederick Nichols was found guilty in state court of the murder of Frank
Denton. He was sentenced to life in prison.
Wesley Lee Davis, tried and convicted of assault with a deadly weapon, was
returned to prison. And Philip Sandrich and 37 other defendants were convicted
of the interstate transmission of wagering information.
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