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(wheels squeaking)

(cart rattling)

(people chattering)

(man and woman shouting)

(cart rattling)

(funky music playing)

(spray hisses)

(speaking Spanish)

(knocking on door)

Housekeeping.

(lock beeps)

(heavy breathing)

(camera shutter clicks)

(toilet flushing)

(line ringing)

-(people chattering)\N -(machines beeping)

I'm out.

(coins clinking)

-Man: That's the gig.\N You got it?\N -Man 2: Yes, sir.

-Mr. LeGrand--\N -Natalie, what's the matter?

-Is he back?\N -No, no, no, no.

I'm fine.\N I was, uh...

He's not it.\N I was, uh, cleaning the room,

the high roller room.

Woman: No, I know,\N but you have to stop him.

Everything's going\N to be alright.

(Natalie sighs)

Hi, Cliff, he's still\N in there with some--

It's alright, Ginger.

Ginger, would you\N please get Natalie

some water or maybe\N something stronger.

Just water.

It's Cliff.\N We have a code red.

Cliff, what's up?

I don't believe it.

It was in\N the president's suite.

Sterling:\N No, I believe,

I believe you.\N It's just--

It's the Caine suite.

Are you\N 100 percent certain?

Room 1848.

I know who Mr. Caine is.

I know this is\N a big deal.

Natalie, it doesn't\N matter who he is

or what, how much\N money he's got,

what he means\N to this casino.

This is...

beyond just\N moral revulsion.

This is illegal.

You did the right thing.

Now we're going to do\N what we need to do. Okay?

Uh, I have to--\N I left my cart in the hallway.

Leave it.\N Don't worry about it.

I'll have to\N at least check out--

Don't clock out.\N We'll handle all of it, alright?

You've been\N through enough tonight.

We're going to have\N to contact the FBI,

I think, probably have\N to give a statement.

I don't know how it works.

But we'll be there\N for you.

Is your husband home?

Yeah. He is.

You feel safe\N going home to him?

He's fine. Yeah.

Alright, well...

get changed.

Go straight home.

We don't want Caine getting\N wind that something is up

and running off\N before the FBI can get here.

So for tonight, just don't tell\N anyone about this, okay?

Yeah.

Cliff: You're doing\N the right thing.

(door opens)

(door closes)

Should we call\N your father?

No, we're not calling\N my fuckin' father.

I'm handling this.

I can handle it.

Then tell me what to do.

(people chattering)

(machines beeping)

(clicking)

(beeping)

-Chief.\N -Cliff: Good night, Ben.

(tires squealing)

(engine revving)

Hey, Nat.

* *

(banging on door)

We ain't voting.

(banging continues)

Goddamn it.\N I said we ain't voting!

(gunshot)

(increases volume)

-(TV playing loudly)\N -(Natalie sighs)

(car door closes)

(lock rattling)

-Jerry.\N -(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(motorcycle revving)

Okay. It's done.

-Woman: You alright?\N -Yeah.

Where were we?

* *

(phone chiming)

Yeah. God.

(dog barking)

Oh. What's good, John-O?

John-O:\N Yo, yo, yo.

Wanna help me eBay\N some old Playboys?

I'll cut you in.\N They're mint.

Ah, John-O.\N Nah, man.

I, I got to go\N to work in a few.

Work?

They're mint.

Mint-arino.

Hey. John-O, where did\N you get those?

No more break-ins, okay.

I don't want to have\N to bail your ass out again.

John-O:\N None of that, no.

John-O's good-O.

Bitty's in the kitty,\N shit's in the litter,

and the world is\N a beautiful place.

(Charlie laughs)

Okay, man.

(engine cranking)

Goddamn.

Ah, geez.

(phone beeping)

(line ringing)

Hey. Uh, did you leave yet?

Charlie: You hear about\N this child porn ring thing?

What?

Yeah, they had it\N on my news.

Kiddie porn, dark web,\N like all the worst shit.

These rich fucks\N have these rings.

It's all run out of Russia\N on the dark web.

Oh, my God.

Charlie, I'm not having\N a good morning.

I don't need this\N right now.

Why do you listen\N to that stuff?

Why do I listen\N to the news?

Yeah, what's the point?

You can't do anything\N about it.

Every day, you're mad\N about something

you can't do\N anything about.

We're just better off\N with music, don't you think?

I'm doing something\N about it right now.

Look, I don't care.

Come at me,\N you Russian pervos.

Time's up\N on that shit. Done.

So. Handled.

(Charlie chuckles)

(rock music playing)

(scanner beeping)

How you doing?\N You alright?

Yes, I'm good.

-Oh, bullshit.\N -What?

What? I hear bullshit,\N I say bullshit.

-It's a thing I have, you know.\N -Security: Empty your pockets.

So you're not good.\N So what's up?

-Nothing.\N -Uh-huh.

Can we just, maybe,\N just, can we not?

-I'm fine.\N -Well, bullshit, but alright.

-Come back through.\N -Man, it's these things\N setting it off.

You're wearing a pound\N of chrome on your face?

Son of a bitch.

Natalie.

(alarm beeping)

-Charlie.\N -Son of a bitch.

Okay, you got me.\N You got me.

I'm gonna break his face.

I still don't get it.\N You looked at his phone?

No, I didn't even.\N He's such an idiot.

I was knitting on the couch.\N The Apple TV was on

with that screensaver\N where it puts up our photos.

So it's like my sister's kids\N and our Tahoe shots

when we went last month.

And then it's his dick.

Like, boom,\N his dick is on the TV.

He didn't even know\N because it's, what is it

with the photos\N on his phone?

-The cloud.\N -The cloud.

The cloud of boners.

So when he gets home,\N I'm like,

who the fuck are you\N sending your dick to?

And he plays dumb\N and then...

That's as good\N as I can get it.

Thank you, Chelle.

Nat.

Please tell me that\N you kicked his ass out.

Yeah, I did.

(sighs)\N Bullshit.

Hey, you guys\N doing okay over here?

Hi, how's it going?

-This is you, right?\N -Thank you.

A little scotch\N on the rocks.

Oh, tiger stripes\N and tie-dye.

Man:\N Alright, place your bets,\N place your bets.

(laughs)

Uh, uh, where's it\N gonna land?

Nobody knows.

(both laughing)

-Hey, Chuck.\N -Yeah.

Before you go,\N the big guy wants to see you.

Uh, big guy who?

Oh shit.

Alright. What else\N does he need for the meeting?

And coffee? Alright.

Alright. Thanks.\N I'll make sure he gets it.

Hmm.

Alrighty. Bye-bye.

Charlie Cale,\N I'm here to get fired.

Hello, Miss Cale.

I'm happy\N to finally meet you.

Yeah, well, alright.

Have a seat.

Something to drink?

Uh... no.

Uh, like what?

Anything.

No.

So I, I think\N I know what this is,

and you should just do it.

What do you think this is?

Well, your dad gave you\N this casino,

what, uh,\N three months ago?

He didn't give it to me.\N I manage it.

Alright. And I think\N maybe there was

a lot to do with the handover\N and the paperwork and stuff.

And so, for whatever reason,

he just got around\N to telling you about me now.

Yes, he did.

So...

now that you know\N about my whole thing,

you're going to fire me,

'cause it's probably\N the smart thing to do.

And I never understood\N why he kept me around.

-I think he liked you.\N -(Charlie chuckles)

Ah. He did not.

Uh, I don't know what version\N of the story you got.

Let's start there then.

Once upon a time\N in Denver,

milquetoast collection\N of the best poker players

in central Colorado

met at a Fairfield Inn\N suite off I-25.

Well, not a barn burner,\N just a run-of-the-mill

Thursday night\N mid-stakes ring game.

A young woman from\N out of town was at the table.

She was cute.\N She livened up the room.

She had plenty of cash\N so they let her play.

Three hours later,\N she mopped the floor

with each\N and every one of them,

which happens.

But this had been happening.

Previous week, in Cheyenne.

Week before, in Rapid City.

Same young woman\N cutting a haphazard path

across the middle\N of the country.

Never in any big games,

never in\N corporate-owned casinos,

but always\N the same result.

She didn't lose.

Word spread quick.

'Cause as you know,\N gamblers talk.

But here's the thing.

As far as anyone could tell,

she was playing straight.

No wires, no shills,

and yet she played

with an almost\N supernatural infallibility.

Like she was seeing\N through the cards.

So when she\N showed up here,

snuck into a tournament,

my dad was interested.

And he watched her.

Secretly.

Watched her play\N for two days,

sat in the crow's nest

ten hours\N a day himself.

He studied her.

And my dad figured out\N what she was doing.

Even when he figured it out,\N he couldn't believe it.

It was impossible.

It was insane.

But there was\N no other explanation.

So...

so it's true.

That's...

-That's--\N -Bar's still open?

You haven't gambled since.

(refrigerator door opens)

-Really haven't?\N -Charlie: Well...

your dad put the word out\N that I played dirty.

You said it yourself,\N gamblers talk.

To this day,

no podunk penny game\N in this country

will take my buy-in.

I'm blackballed.

But, uh, well,\N he didn't break my fingers.

And you know how scared I was\N when he had me brought

into that back room.

Your dad can be\N a scary guy.

I know.

He called me, kid.\N He said,

"This is a real mess, kid."

And then\N he gave me a job,

let me work here.

So maybe he does like me.

He gave you a job\N to keep you in a cage.

(ball clatters)

You seem awfully blasé\N about this.

You've got this gift.

And my dad made sure\N you'd never use it again.

Aren't you pissed?

Well, Sterling,

no, I'm not pissed.

And to hear you tell this story,\N I was the Cincinnati Kid,

methodically fleecing\N my way across the country

until my master plan\N was thwarted.

Dude, I was a dumbass.

I, I, uh,\N I had no grand plan,

no map with yarn\N or anything.

I figured out I could do\N this thing, and it worked.

So I did it for a while.

I had money for dumb shit.

I stayed at some nice hotels,

but it was kind of boring.

I figured it wouldn't last,\N and it didn't.

So...

And now you know what?

I'm doing fine.

I, I like my life.

I like my job.

I'm bummed\N that you're firing me.

But I'll find another job.

And I'll probably\N like that one, too.

I'm still pretty much\N a dumbass,

and I'm doing just fine.

I'm holding\N an ace of spades.

Bullshit.

-Six of hearts.\N -Bullshit.

Ten of spades.

You're not reading the cards.

How could I read the cards?

You're reading me.

It's not like\N it's one thing,

like my eye twitches\N or something.

-Nah.\N -It's just a general...

-Yeah.\N -You can just tell.

Just that\N something is off.

That's the best way\N to describe it.

-I can just tell.\N -When anyone is lying?

Hundred percent\N of the time?

I'm going\N to touch my nose.

(laughing)

No, it doesn't work\N like that.

I'm not a soothsayer.

I can't predict\N the future.

There's nothing\N mystical about it.

Just if someone is\N intentionally lying,\N that's it.

You're not firing me.

Charlie.

Charlie.\N (groans)

How can you not see\N that this is a...

is a gift?

You've been graced\N with a gift.

I'm happy you're enjoying\N your dead-end life.

But for you\N to be a nobody,

a cocktail waitress.

For you to not use this,

it's criminal.

I'm not firing you.

I'm giving you an opportunity\N to work with me,

to use your gift.

To get very, very rich.

I've been rich.

Yeah, how was it?

Easier than being broke,

harder than doing just fine.

(phone ringing)

With due respect,

you've had money,\N never been rich.

I need to know you're in before\N I tell you what I want to do.

And I need your answer\N before end of day tomorrow.

It's time sensitive.\N Yeah.

And if I say no, am I fired?

Okay.

Is Cliff...?\N He's offsite.

Alright, well,\N get Cliff there.\N He'll know.

Okay. Mm-hmm. Bye.

Sorry.

-Something up?\N -Nah.

Some drunk\N on the casino floor

shoutin' for his wife.

Cliff will handle it.

So if I want to just, uh...

Wait, who is he\N shouting for?

Natalie?

Natalie!

What the fuck\N are you looking at?

Natalie, where are you,\N you dumb bitch?

Shit.

I'm looking\N for my wife!

Natalie.

You know her,\N you work with her.

What's your name, huh?

Natalie, baby,\N come on out.

Don't do this to me again.

You know I hate coming up here.

What are you looking at, huh?

You guys making some money\N on a nice fucking--

Jerry. Hey.\N Hey, you stupid asshole.

-Hey, man. It's me.\N -Charlie. Charlie.

-Listen, I know she's,\N I just need to tell her--\N -She's not here.

Jerry, she is not here.

I would never hurt her.

God, man.

Oh, this is, this is\N what we're doing, huh?

Get the fuck--\N (grunts)

Get off of me!

Cliff, he's got a gun.

(people gasp)

Fuck you.\N Get off of me.

I know my rights.

Damn it!\N Come on!

I know my rights!\N I'll kill you!

You piece of shit!\N I'll fucking kill you!

I'll fucking kill you!

Get your fucking hands\N off me!

Hey. Hey.\N They got him, alright.

Cliff got him.\N You're alright.

He had been texting me\N crazy shit all morning.

I keep my phone off\N on my shift.

I didn't see it.

I just...\N I'm okay.

I just,\N I just need to breathe.

Hey, hey, take the rest\N of the day off.

You got somewhere\N safe to go?

Yeah. She's staying\N with me tonight.

-No.\N -You're staying with me.

(sighs)

(man talking on TV)

What is a miracle, Vincent?

Act of God.

Jules: And what's\N an act of God?

God.

It is crazy the things\N that people stick

up their asses.

Yeah.

What are you reading?

"Ten craziest things

people have stuck\N up their asses."

Jerry is going\N to be home tonight.

He's going to be there,\N and he'll be sorry and sweet.

And he'll get sober...

for a while.

Get a restraining order.

Natalie:\N It's his house.

He owned it\N before we got together.

Get a divorce,\N you get to keep the house.

(sighs)\N No.

I signed this thing.\N I don't know, I was so stupid.

I can't afford to be out\N on my ass right now.

Maybe that's a dumb reason\N for me to stay with Jerry,

but it's the truth.

With my mom and everything,\N I can't afford it.

You can just stay here.

Man, it just...

It pisses me off.

I know.

I think in another life,

you were like a knight.

Lady Galahad.

Vincent:\N What do you mean\N walk the earth?

Jules: You know,\N like Caine in "Kung Fu."

(door opens)

Sterling:\N You know who that is?

Charlie: Uh, yeah,\N it's Mr. Caine.

Yeah, Kazimir Caine.\N Oil guy. Right.

You know why\N you know who he is?

Charlie:\N Well, he's a high roller.

Anything he asks for,

we bump it\N to the top of the ticket

and tell the floor boss.

Sterling:\N Caine is a whale.

He's one of four\N or five whales

we get in here\N every year.

We, we fly them in,

they drop what islands cost\N in a weekend.

To them, it's a drip\N in the bucket.

They're whales.

But Caine is\N our Moby Dick.

When my dad handed me\N the keys to this place,

he told me three things.

He said,\N keep the carpets clean,

keep Caine happy.

What was the third thing?

It doesn't matter.

Right now,\N he's raising big.

Is he bluffing?

No.

Well played, Mr. Caine.

Yeah, my dad goes back\N with this guy,

so he doesn't scrutinize\N his spending.

I scrutinize.

Past few years, he's spent less\N and less at our tables.

Turns out he's doing private\N pick-up games in our suite.

We fly him,\N his whole crew out.

We comp everything.

We do this,

and this cheap\N son of a bitch is running

his own game\N on our property.

So here's the proposition.

We're going to fleece\N this son of a bitch.

You and me.

Charlie: Alright,\N so let me get this straight.

You get me\N in his private game,

and I take him.

We both make\N a ton of dough.

He gets his hand slapped.

Thinks maybe private games\N are not such good luck for him.

Sticks to the tables.

Not you, though.\N It's too risky.

He's seen you\N on the floor.

Got to work\N a camera system,

get a shill\N in the game.

You signal him. Hm?\N We'll figure it out.

Can you do your thing\N over video?

Yeah, I think so.

And, and when is this game?

Day after tomorrow.\N We got 48 hours.

Uh, and,\N and your dad's alright

with, uh, us plucking\N his golden goose?

My dad?

(phone rings)

Ah. I told them.\N Hold on.

Uh, has your dad\N okayed this?

It's my name\N on the office door.

Ginger, I told you.\N I'm--

Unless a 12-foot\N "J" and "R"\N are being shipped,

it's still his name\N on the casino.

Uh, I don't care\N if he's retired.

If I piss off\N your dad again,

he'll break more\N than just my fingers.

Hey, um,\N give me 20 minutes. Hmm?

I'll meet you\N in the crow's nest in 20.

What, you got\N to actually work?

Here,\N use the private elevator.

Oh, la la.

Is that a bar?

Wow.

Cliff, what's up?

(beer can pops)

(sighs)

Shit.

(line rings)

Voicemail:\N This is Natalie.

You know what to do.\N (beep)

Hey, Natalie.\N I just saw that you called.

I don't know\N how I missed it.

Uh, just call me back,\N alright?

I'm here. Sorry.

Hey.

That was more\N than 20. Sorry.

So, uh, what's it like

always knowing the truth?

Ehh... yeah, no,

I only know\N if something is a lie.

And outside of poker,

less useful\N than you'd think.

'Cause everyone,\N they lie constantly.

It's like birds chirping,\N people lying.

Just once you tune\N into it,

it's fucking everywhere\N all the time.

And they usually don't lie to\N cover up some deep, dark secret,

but about the stupid,\N meaningless shit, you know.

So, the real trick\N of it is

to figure out why.

Why someone is lying.

(phone buzzing)

Excuse me.

Cliff: (over phone)\N Okay. It's done.

-Charlie: You alright?\N -Yeah.

Where were we?

Uh, if I pull out of this,\N would you have to kill me?

(chuckles)

You're worried about my dad?

My dad gave him this job\N because he trusts me.

Bullshit.

My dad gave me\N this job because...

he thinks I'm a fuck-up...

and he's made\N that clear to me

and everyone here.

To everyone working here,

I'm the kid clomping around\N in his dad's shoes.

It's humiliating.

You know, I've made mistakes.\N I haven't, uh...

If you Google me,\N you know,

I've had\N bad situations previously.

I can't live as a failure\N in his shadow

for the rest of my life.

I swear to God,\N I'd rather die.

This is my last chance to prove\N I'm not what he thinks I am.

And he figures this place\N just runs itself.

There's not much I can do\N to mess things up.

But you're going\N to prove him wrong, yeah?

Ehh.

No, I'm going to show him\N that I can do things my way.

One point five million.\N Clean. Cash.

No matter what our take is\N on the night.

No matter if it even works\N or happens.

And you can\N disappear after,

no further obligations.

One point five million

for saying yes right now.

Alright, Sterls,\N let's do it.

* *

Michelle:\N Son of a bitch.

Yeah, son of a bitch.

I saw her leaving last night.\N She looked upset.

And it says it happened\N when she got home.

I'd just seen her.\N Like, I just saw her.

-Did she say anything?\N -No.

She saw me\N but kept walking.

Huh. That's...

Huh.

-What time?\N -Like, just after 8:00.

I'm usually off\N before she is.

It's weird.

Her shift doesn't end\N till later, right?

Right.

Wait, wait, wait,\N wait, wait.

She told me her combo\N once when she was sick.

(camera shutter clicking)

(phone chimes)

Yeah, I didn't realize\N you two were close.

-I'm sorry.\N -Yeah, she, uh,

she tried to call me\N last night.

I, I just don't know\N when I could have missed it.

It must have been\N when we were together.

She might have been asking\N if she could stay with me.

-I, I, if I'd just picked up--\N -Hey.

You can't go down\N that path.

Nobody knows\N why she called you.

She could have called you\N for a lot of reasons.

-Yeah.\N -You can't blame yourself.

That'll lead\N nowhere good. Right?

So this suite\N is identical to Caine's,

with the exception\N of ceiling height.

This is the table\N they'll use for the game.

It's big. It's heavy.

So it's unlikely\N he'll move it.

And our informant told us\N last time he sat with his back

to the window\N facing the room,

which makes sense.

It's good for us.

That's why I was thinking\N cameras in the couch.

Why would she\N go home early?

Why would she what?

Her shift ends at 9:00.

I missed a call from her\N just before 8:00.

And Michelle saw her leaving\N Just after 8:00.

Maybe she got sick.

She would have clocked out\N if she was sick

or even texted me.

Wait, what?

-She didn't clock out?\N -Nope.

Wait, you talked\N to her manager?

Louis, yeah.

Why did you do that?

Because I want to know\N why she went home early,

why she called me.

I mean, something happened\N just before eight o'clock.

It was scary enough\N that she called me for help

and then basically ran.

So what happened?

Well, considering\N she went straight home,

the obvious answer is\N her husband called her.

You see,\N that's what you'd assume.

That's what everyone\N is going to assume

just reading\N the news on here.

But I knew Nat.

So I know\N that doesn't make sense.

I know you think you have\N a read on people,

but that actually\N makes perfect sense.

Nat kept her phone off\N during her shift.

So whatever it was\N that spooked her

wasn't a call,\N and it wasn't Jerry.

It was something\N that happened right here

while she was working.

What was it?

Look, her husband was\N an abusive lowlife.

It's tragic and sad,\N but it's not complicated.

I'm sorry. I don't want\N to be insensitive,

but we're in the middle of\N a very time-dependent operation.

And until tomorrow night,\N I need you focused.

Uh, a camera\N in the couch won't work.

Why not?

It's the clearest eyeline.

Swapping out the couch\N is clunky.

It could get noticed.

Plus, you're going\N to need multiple eyelines.

Multiple cameras?

Yeah,\N because you don't know

where the other players\N are going to be sitting,

blocking your view.

What do you think?

Lamps.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, I can get my guys\N to put cameras

in the bases\N of these easy.

That's good.

Thinking about the angles.

You're good at this. Hmm.

(engine rumbling)

(engine revving)

-(tires squealing)\N -(horn honks)

Man:\N What the fuck, man?

Sheriff: I'm still not sure\N I understand how I can help you.

Alright, so she was\N a friend of mine.

Look, you can see here,

she tried to call me\N the night she died,

and I don't know why.

And then I thought,

her personal belongings.

-Personal belongings?\N -Her phone.

If I could just see her phone,\N then maybe she,

she called someone else\N or texted someone else,

or maybe she sent an email\N or something that would just--

Yeah, I can't\N help you with that.

But it's here, right?

In the thing with the cage,\N with the bars.

In jail? Why would\N her phone be in jail?

Th-there's smaller bars.\N Little bars.

I'm not, uh...\N What's the word?

Little jail?

No. Where you,\N where you, um--

Like, we built\N a little jail for her phone?

Where you lock up\N the evidence,

the, uh, locker,\N the evidence locker.

-Jesus!\N -You know why it's\N in the evidence locker?

Because it's evidence.

Go ahead.

Oh, uh, may I?

Once the coroner's\N determination is official,

it's all sent\N to the next of kin,

probably her mom.

I know it's different on TV,\N but when you're a cop,

you don't just toss\N evidence around.

Hey.

Look, working this county,\N I see this more than I'd like.

Domestic abuse escalating\N into something like this,

it's usually the result\N of a pattern.

You were not responsible\N for that pattern.

It, it, it isn't that.

Look, Jerry was\N a son of a bitch,

but there's\N something off here.

There's, there's a lie.

I just,\N I need to find it.

Sheriff:\N The investigation\N isn't closed yet.

I'll check with the coroner.\N I'll go over everything again.

And if you can think\N of anything specific

that can help, call me.

I promise, you give me\N something I can use,

I'll use it.

But do me a favor,

trust us to do our job.

You're not a cop.

(Sam Cooke's "Find Yourself\N Another Fool" playing)

(phone rings)

(ringing continues)

Yeah?

Sterling: (over phone)\N It's Sterling.

Yeah. How, how are\N the lamps coming?

Sterling: Good.\N We should be able\N to do a test in the morning.

Hey, did you talk to the police\N about Natalie's death?

Yeah.

Sterling:\N Sheriff Parker called me.

He says he's going to do\N a whole new round

of questioning,\N like the whole thing.

-Oh good.\N -Sterling: No, not good.

Charlie, we talked\N about this.

You know what we're in\N the middle of here tomorrow?

Well, yeah, but...

Okay, so listen to this.

The gun was\N in Jerry's right hand

when they found him, okay.

His, his right hand.

But he, he kept it\N in an ankle holster

on his inner\N right leg, so...

Sterling: So what?\N So he's a lefty.

A lefty.

Okay, so if he shot her\N and she's dead, right?

He's got all the time\N in the world

to just put the gun

to his head\N and pull the trigger.

Now, why,\N under those circumstances,

does a left-handed man\N use his right hand?

Sterling: Why?\N There are literally\N a dozen reasons

he could have, Charlie.

(chuckles)\N Well, sure.

I mean, when you put it together\N with all the other stuff,

though, I mean, it begins\N to stack matches.

Sterling: I told Parker\N you're distraught.

You're emotionally distraught

and I would speak to you,\N but he shouldn't spend

any more of the department's\N resources on this.

This is me speaking to you.

Let this go and let's focus\N on the task at hand. Okay?

-Hmm?\N -Yeah, I, I, I, so,

you, you tell the cops\N what to do

and, and they just do it?

How does that work?

(Sterling chuckles)

Sterling: I'll see you\N in the morning.

* Get yourself *

* Another fool *

Well I'm not a cop.

Bitch.

Charlie:\N Any time now, buddy.

John-O don't do this shit\N no more, I told you.

Alright, man\N I'll bail you out, okay?

Physician bail thyself.

Charlie:\N Yeah, yeah, yeah.

John-O:\N Oh, nice place.

Charlie:\N Yeah. Uh...

don't touch\N anything, okay.

By touch,\N I mean steal.

John-O:\N Hey-o,

this is that nice girl

picks you up sometimes.

You know, she's going\N to be pissed

you're breaking\N into her home.

Just wait\N in the car, okay.

I'm going\N to be a minute.

(door closes)

(camera shutter clicks)

Charlie:\N Shit.

(heavy sigh)

(groans)

Shitsworth.

(sighs)

(people chattering)

(bell dings)

(machine beeping)

Charlie, say that again.\N Natalie's what?

Her-her thing, her, when they\N were going to cut it off,

but you said that she got sick\N and you had the combo

for her thing\N with the clicking thing

where she puts\N her clothes with the, the--

Fuck, what's it called?

-Her locker?\N -Her locker.

Goddammit. What is with me\N and that word? Yes.

Her locker code.

Nine-two-four-eight.

Charlie:\N Thanks, Chelle.

-(loud bang)\N -(kids giggling)

Nine, two, four, eight.

-Okay.\N -(phone beeps)

Ahh, yes!

Fuck.

(heavy sigh)

I'm missing something, Nat.

Just tell me\N what I'm missing.

* *

Oh, dick cloud.

Holy holy.

(tires squealing)

(people chattering)

Charlie: And that's it.\N Look at the time stamp.

She was cleaning\N Mr. Caine's presidential suite.

His laptop was open,\N and she saw this.

How, how do you know\N this is Caine's suite?

-Uh...\N -The ceilings.

See in\N the background there.

Presidential suite's\N the only one

with these high ceilings.

I mean, she could\N have just let it go,

but she did something\N about it.

She took a picture\N of it for evidence.

So I think\N he caught her doing it,

had his bodyguards\N take her home,

kill her and Jerry,\N set the whole thing up.

That's a jump.

There's no reason to think\N this is connected to--

Wait, you think\N it's a coincidence\N that she was killed.

I'm saying it could be.\N There's no solid connection--

Okay, can we\N just call the FBI

and bust his sick ass\N for this sick-ass shit?

Let's take him first.

Take his money tonight.

And then we call the FBI.

Fuck that!

My dad always said,

hit 'em\N where it hurts.

Hmm? Guy like this,\N that's his money.

This isn't going anywhere.

One more night.

So we do this thing.

We hit him where it hurts.

Yeah?

(chuckles)\N Alright.

Okay. We're rigging\N the cameras.

Test suite should be\N ready by noon.

Go get some breakfast.

(sighs)

(door opens, closes)

Charlie, Charlie,\N Charlie.

The usual, right?

Yeah.

No, uh, coffee.

Two seven and sevens\N and a tomato juice.

Hey, babe. Missed you.

Hey, Debbie,\N I'm off this week.

Oh God.

Hey, Nick, can you, uh,\N can you turn this up?

...battery and abuse.

Frost Casino has released\N video footage

of an incident two days\N prior to the slaying

with Mr. Hill coming\N to his wife's place of work

in an apparent\N drunken rage.

Natalie, where are you,\N you dumb (bleep)?

Hey, that's me.

Reporter: Mr. Hill was\N detained by hotel security

and later,\N at his wife's request,

released without charge.

Hey, Cliff, wait up, wait up.\N Are you going up?

I thought we'd go up together\N if you're going up.

So I'm watching the news\N and they're saying\N about the whole thing,

and I'm getting angry,\N thinking what doesn't fit?

Something doesn't fit,\N and it's driving me nuts.

And then I remember,

you took Jerry\N into the back room that night.

I figured you would have\N released him to the cops.

So what was he doing\N back home that night?

But no, no, no.\N You just let him go

for some reason,\N and I want to know why.

Because the TV news said\N it was at Natalie's request,

but I was with Natalie,\N and she didn't request shit,

she didn't.

-Are you on coke?\N -(Charlie chuckles)

No. Coffee.

So I thought\N this'll be a good thing.

I won't have a beer\N and be a dumbass.

I'll have coffee,\N because that's for thinking.

But I never have coffee,\N and now I'm spazzing out.

I'm sorry. I know that I am,\N but this is important.

You're asking\N why we released him?

Well, we decided\N not to press charges.

Give him a warning.

And Natalie split.

I think she went\N with you, right?

So, she wasn't\N around anymore.

What else were we\N going to do?

So he, he never tried

to come back\N after you let him go?

He never came back\N to the casino?

No.

Am I lying?

No. You're telling\N the truth.

Sterling:\N Two of hearts.

Ace of diamonds.

Eight of diamonds.

(sighs)

Sterling:\N Alright, come on down.

Let's see how we did. Hmm?

Alright. Bullshit,\N true, bullshit.

Alright.

This is gonna work.

So where is this camera?

-I can't even see--\N -Sterling: It's right here.

Right there.

-Huh.\N -Sterling: Mm-hmm.

He's going out to dinner\N at six tonight.

We'll swap these lamps out\N for the ones in his room.

And we'll station you\N up in my office.

Alright. And, uh,\N how does it work?

This is our shill, okay.

You won't meet him before.\N It's just safer if you don't.

He's presenting himself\N to Caine as Dale McClintock.

Okay. He's been in the game\N a few times before.

He's going to wear\N a clicker on his ankle.

You're going to have this.

Alright?

One click for true,

two for bullshit. Hmm?

Say that to me.

One for true,\N two for bullshit.

And don't freak out\N when it gets big.

Truth or bullshit.

That's all you focus on.

Huh. Always.

Cliff will be ready to move in\N if anything goes bad.

Anything else...

Anything else?

I think that's it.\N You got any other questions?

Yeah. What was\N the call about?

What call?

The night you pitched me\N this whole thing

in the crow's nest,\N you got a call.

Seemed like bad news.

I asked, "Everything okay?"\N You said, "Yeah."

Uh-huh.

You were lying.

Uh, well, that sounded\N more intense than I meant it to.

I wanted to just\N casually ask about it.

But I've had coffee.

What is this about?

Are you saying\N you don't remember the call?

-What the fuck is this?\N -No, no.

It's okay, Cliff.

I remember it.

So who was it?

It was Cliff.

Well, great. And, uh,\N what was Cliff calling about?

What do you think\N it was about?

Some random thing.

I don't know.

A security thing.

Well, you know I've been\N distraught over all this,

and I've had coffee.

-Alright. Hey.\N -Yeah.

Look, Cliff calls me\N 50 times a day.

Don't you, Cliff?

Hm? About 50 things.

So get back here\N at 7:00.

That'll give us time\N to settle in.

-Alright?\N -Hmm.

You gonna say it?

She's sharp,\N but she doesn't know anything.

Cliff: No, no,\N she's more than sharp.

She's a human lie detector.

And she's asking questions

like she thinks\N something's up.

She already found the photo\N of Caine's laptop.

I don't know\N how she found that.

But you think\N she's going to stop?

She's a regular little\N Michael Westen.

-Who?\N -Michael Westen.

The detective.

From "Burn Notice."

Pull the plug\N on this thing, Sterling.

Play it safe.

I worked for your father\N for 25 years, and there's no--

Fuck you, fuck him,\N fuck all of you.

I'm doing this.\N It's my call, I'm doing it.

Then we'll deal with her\N and the girl and the photo.

We'll deal with her?

Whatever it takes.

You're the boss.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(sighs)

Valet captain: Have\N a nice dinner, Mr. Caine.

(engine starts)

(knocking on door)

Room service.

(indistinct conversation)

No Caine yet, we have time\N for another round?

Where the fuck is she?

I don't know.\N Where's Caine?

All of his players\N are still waiting at the bar.

Caine's having a long dinner,\N and thank God,

because where is she?

Give it another ten

and then I'll start\N making some calls.

Sterling:\N Okay. Good. Good.

But what the hell? Huh?\N You're 20 minutes late.

If Caine wasn't late,\N this would be a problem.

Oh sure.\N Have a beer.

Huh? Okay.

But good.\N You're here.

-It's okay.\N -I'm gonna go check on Caine.

When he gets here,\N he'll bring all the guys up.

They'll get right to it.\N So you stay here.

We're not going anywhere.\N Okay?

We're good.

We can order food\N if you want,

if you haven't eaten.

Have you eaten?

What?

I got no way\N to elegantly segue into this.

So I'm just going\N to launch in.

Segue into what?

My friend Natalie,

how she did the thing\N I'm always yelling

at my phone about.

She did the right thing\N when she saw something awful,

and she actually did\N something about it.

And you killed her for it.

Well, you had Cliff kill her.

Same thing.

Say bullshit\N if it isn't true.

Look me in the eye...

and say it.

There's only one reason\N she would have taken

a picture of Caine's laptop.

To turn him in,\N to show someone,

like the police.

But she didn't show\N the police, obviously.

She tried to call me,\N but I missed it.

She didn't tell\N her supervisor.

So I figured Sterling.

I figured she came to you\N and Cliff that night.

Did I figure right?

You figured.

This accusation\N is based on figuring?

I figured.\N God, that's a weird word,

you say it\N over and over.

(chuckles)

I was figuring\N until this morning

when I saw something\N on the TV,

and now I'm done figuring.

Now I know.

Jerry had his stupid\N little pearl-handled pistol.

He had it on him\N when he came to the casino.

I saw it.\N I told Cliff about it.

Cliff wrestled him\N into his office,

then escorted him out.

So what do you see here?

Jerry:\N I'll (bleep) kill you!\N I'll (bleep)...

I see what everyone sees.

A drunk shitkicker threatening\N his trailer trash wife.

That's all there is to see.

Nah-uh.

Eh. Eh.

Uh. Uh.

What's missing?

You can get this one.

The gun's missing.

And that means that,\N that Cliff took it

and didn't give it back.

And Jerry never\N came back for it.

Cliff told me that,\N and it was true.

So that means on the night\N of the murder,

Jerry could not have\N had that gun

because it was right here

with Cliff.

You hear that, Cliff?

Okay. Encyclopedia Brown.

Who else saw\N he had a gun?

Cliff, who's head of security,\N will say that he wasn't armed.

What are you going\N to explain to the cops,

that you can tell\N when people are lying?

That you figure\N we killed her?

That lefties never hold things\N in their right hand?

When you tell the cops

in my town,\N with my name on it,

this string of,

"I think this\N 'cause I think this,"

what do you think\N is gonna happen?

-Hmm?\N -Your dad's town.

Cliff, take her phone.

'Cause if you're recording\N this conversation

thinking you're going\N to get a confession

like in the movies,

I don't know\N what to tell you.

I wasn't.

Hmm.

You know, you've been\N distraught past few days.

You've been drinking,\N missing your shifts.

I told your supervisors,\N don't worry about it,

'cause I knew you were going\N through a tough time.

But you were going\N through a tough time.

Losing your friend,\N blaming yourself.

Finally, I had\N to let you go.

You came up here tonight,

and I tried\N to break it gently

but you lost control.

And it's tragic.\N (sighs)

But, uh, before we\N could stop you, you, uh...

took a flying leap\N off that balcony.

(soft chuckle)

Who's going\N to believe that?

Look at you.

Who's going to give enough\N of a shit to not believe it?

No.

You want\N to walk outside,

-make it easier?\N -No. Really, no.

Because I wasn't recording\N our conversation just now,

but I was\N this afternoon.

Sterling: ...presenting himself\N to Caine as Dale McClintock.

Okay. He's been in the game\N a few times before.

He's going to wear\N a clicker on his ankle.

There's nothing criminal\N about cheating

in a private poker game.

And even if there was,

see previous note,\N re: my cops.

You see, Sterling,

you keep thinking\N I'm trying to convict you.

I'm not a cop.

And a wise man\N once told me

you want to hurt someone,

you hit 'em\N where it hurts.

I didn't send\N the recording

to the cops.

(beep)

He's gone.

What time did you\N send it to him?

Uh, right after I left\N the rehearsal.

Maybe we can still...

Charlie: Oh, uh,\N he's in the air by now.

And, uh, every one\N of your whales,

every big roller\N in the world,

all the medium ones,\N and most of the small ones,

they all know.

Everyone is gonna know

that Sterling Frost Casino\N plays dirty.

You're blackballed.

Because gamblers talk.

(Cliff laughing)

You stupid fucking child.

(phone buzzing)

Cliff: Oh, tell Daddy\N how you handled it.

-(buzzing continues)\N -(Cliff continues laughing)

(thud)

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck.

-(gunshot)\N -What?

-(gunshots)\N -Fuck!

Ahh.\N (grunts)

(grunting)

Fuck. Okay.\N Okay. Okay.

Ah!

Cliff:\N We've got a code blue.

We've got to lock down\N all of the exits now.

And get a guy\N on the ground-level stairwell.

I'm coming down.

-(footsteps thumping)\N -(Charlie panting)

(men chattering)

Charlie?

Hey, Jen.

Take care\N of yourself, alright?

(police siren wailing)

('50s music\N playing on speakers)

(people chattering)

(Charlie sighs)

-(sighs)\N -Everything alright?

-Yeah. Uh, can I get a beer?\N -Waitress: Sure.

Charlie:\N Thank you.

(phone buzzing)

Yeah.

Man: (on phone)\N Charlie.

Long time no time.

You know who this is?

Mr. Sterling. Yeah,\N it's, uh, been a while.

Sterling Frost Sr.:\N My God, kid.

It's a mess, isn't it?

I just spoke to\N the medical examiner.

There wasn't enough\N of my son

(voice breaking):\N for me to even identify.

It's a fuckin' mess, kid.

I let you off once, Charlie.

Gave you a life.\N Pretty good life, right?

So, uh,\N what happens now?

Sterling Sr.:\N You tell me where you are.

I mean,

you might as well\N tell me you are.

'Cause there's not\N a corner in this country

small enough\N for you to hide in.

There's no\N off the grid

that's off-the-grid enough\N for you to hide from me.

I'm a tough old bastard\N and I got some years left,

and I'm gonna\N spend them finding you.

And I'm gonna hit you\N where it hurts.

And when I\N do kill you, finally,

you can thank me.

Now, tell me, kid,

am I lying?

I gotta go.

(phone screen crunches)

(Paul McCartney and the Wings'\N "Junior's Farm" playing)

* You should have seen me\N with the poker, man *

* I had a honey\N and I bet a grand *

* Just in the nick of time,\N I looked at his hand *

I found her.\N She's headed west.

Woman: Never stay in\N the same place for too long.

Never look back.

Man 1:\N So what's it like\N to start fresh?

Charlie:\N It's easy.

And you get to meet\N all sorts of lives.

**

All sorts of lies?

I think I just saw a murder.

Man 2:\N I feel like everything's\N closing in.

I don't know what to do.

We did what we did,\N now we gotta move forward.

Man 3: Those guys, they\N could like snap at any moment.

* *

Cliff:\N Charlie Cale.

You're comin' with me.

Front seat or the trunk.

Your choice.

* *