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In New York City's
war on crime,

the worst criminal offenders
are pursued

by the detectives
of the major case squad.

These are their stories.

Why don't you--
Oopsie, sorry.

Oh.

Please, go--

Go on if you're in a rush.

Casino cruises.

The more I lose,
the more I eat.

Uh, Dory?

We're starving
over here, huh?

My husband.

Class act.

Mr. Williams?

It's on.
Cabin C.

Here you go.

Forty dimes.

I was told this was
a half-million dollar game.

Ten rounds!

He's got him on the ropes.

And he walks into a hook
my mother could duck.

Here.
What are you looking at?

Isn't it past your bedtime?

Keep smiling, pal.

Who do you think
you're playing with?

I got friends, pal.

Mr. Frost.

Have a drink at the bar.

Dumb luck.

That's all.

Now that is the way
to eat a strawberry.

Got that right.

Waiter.

More--more champagne
for the ladies.

Use the whip!

The whip!

You had him,
you lazy P.R. mari--

Excuse me.
Would you tone it down?

There--there are
ladies here.

You tone it down, lardass.

This is my space,
that's yours.

Excuse me?

Hey, Benny-boy.
Come on.

Yo, yo, yo.

No wait, come on.
Excuse me?

Don't waste your time.

We're gonna get him
some air.

Wait, Benny-boy.
Come on.

Let's go get you
some air, bro.

Make this foul,
you genetic freak.

Ah, you dumb fugazi bastard!

Everything okay, gentlemen?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Our buddy's done
for the night.

He's a real lightweight.

Bull's-eye!

What are you boys doing?

Stop bothering the ducks.

It's not a duck, Gigi.

Lord of mercy!

No!
Get away now.

Well, if you're here,
he must be a VIDP.

Benton Williams, as in
the former school chancellor.

We're on our way
to see his wife.

What can we tell her?

He was drunk,
and he drowned.

Smells like
a Kentucky bourbon keg.

Any idea how long
he was in the river?

He went in
some time this weekend.

This...gash.

There's something
with an edge.

Something he hit
on his way into the water.

Or something somebody
slugged him with.

Hey, look,
it's a transdermal patch.

Might be a painkiller,
or nicotine patch.

Too bad it wasn't
a swimming-lesson patch.

I can't understand it.

Ben went to San Diego Friday

for the Children First
symposium.

He didn't check in
over the weekend?

No, he's so busy
at those things.

Do you have his watch?

A Rolex.

The mayor gave it to him.

Sorry, he wasn't
wearing a watch.

What, what did your husband
do for a living?

Since he left
the Board of Education.

He lectures.

He has a column
on values and education.

Seems like he was
doing very well.

Who handled the finances?

Ben.

He thought I had my hands full
making a home.

This looks like
the Kentucky Derby.

Ben, he...
gambled on horse racing?

No.

Not even when we went
to Las Vegas for a conference.

He didn't understand
why people think it's fun.

Stop it.
Leave me alone!

My kids.

Mom!

He didn't want her prying.

This computer's
locked up tight.

Well, his DVR isn't.

Look what he's got programmed.

We got racing, hoops,

hockey, pros, college.

Not a home team in the bunch.

A sports gambler's buffet.

I guess he decided
gambling was fun after all.

Two homes, two cars,

two kids
with college trust funds.

Gotta be a catch, right?

Forensic accountant's
looking into it.

In the meantime,
Williams called in sick

to the San Diego symposium.

Playing hooky
from his straight life.

And his even straighter wife.

When heroes fall, they take
everyone down with them.

Yeah, along with
their life's work.

You know, it's too bad.

Some of what Williams wrote--

you know, it's
good common sense.

The patch on the back
of his neck?

It was scopolamine,
for seasickness.

Sounds like he was
on a boat.

Yeah, a gambling boat.

Casino cruises dock
near where his body was found.

Here's his cabin.

Well, it's been cleaned.

Saturday,
after the ship returned.

It hasn't been used since.

Someone's been out here.

This curtain's stuck
in the door.

Look at the ledge there.

Blood?

Maybe that's how Williams

got that nice part
in his hair.

You see anybody
with Williams?

Two gentlemen left the cabin
around 3:00 AM Saturday.

They said they'd
put Mr. Williams to bed.

He was very drunk.

You know who
these gentlemen were?

Our bartender might.

Yeah, my wife met Benny-boy
in a buffet line.

And, uh, five hours later,
he was buying champagne.

He got lucky at the tables?

On poker, I think.

Then he tried to get lucky
with Jack's wife.

That had to bother you.

Aw, nah, nah.

Everyone's hot for her.

They get her going,
it's less work for me, huh?

Mm-hmm.
Less work, that's good.

So how'd you end up
putting him to bed?

Benny-boy got into a thing
with this kid at the bar.

We took him out for a breather,right?

Oh, yeah, yeah.
He was done for the night.

So we just tucked him in
like he was a baby.

This...kid?

Oh, some midget
watching races on TV.

Starts mouthing off
about this lazy P.R. jockey.

Now, my wife
is Puerto Rican, right?

Yeah, and hot.

Shut up.

So Benny-boy stands up
and tells the kid off.

He almost tipped over.

The kid--
what happened to him

after you
put Benny-boy to bed?

Don't know.

They had this
O'Jays tribute band.

We were dancing
till the boat landed.

Upstairs is hawking me
for a break.

Those two any help?

They said Williams
was celebrating

a big score
at the poker table.

His behavior--he was flirting
with another man's wife,

it's like macho posturing.

Binge drinking.

It's more self-destructive
than it is celebratory.

Well, maybe he didn't win.

Maybe he lost--

Lost hard and suicided?

Find the dealer.

Get the straight story.

That's really
nice of you, Joey.

Now we can get you
that microscope.

Microscope?

What do you do with that?

Look at germs.

You going to be here
for dinner?

I can take something
out of the freezer.

I got a game.

Joey, you haven't even
been to bed.

Daphne, I got a game.

I need car fare.

What happens outside
the three-mile limit

stays outside
the three-mile limit.

You want to flip
for the collar?

You want to arrest me?
For what?

For running a poker game
for profit,

what do you think?

Outside the three-mile limit.

You took the job
inside the limit,

with the intent
to break a state law.

Now that can't be right.

Try us.

And try getting a job
with a criminal record.

Cabin C.

A massacre.

Five players, 100 G's each,
winner take all.

Three got cleaned out early,

then there was just Williams
and this kid, Joey Frost.

A kid--
with a big mouth?

Mmm.
A foul mouth.

All night he was bitching aboutlosing a bet on a fight.

So what happened
between him and Williams?

Williams lost his hundred Gs
to him in an hour.

He should've walked,
even before he--

Kept playing, huh?

Got stuck.

The kid baited him,
loaning him chips

and winning them back.

He didn't just beat Williams--
he humiliated him.

Williams couldn't
stop himself.

By the end,
he was out 500 Gs.

He told Joey he'd get him
half by next week.

Joey went nuts.

We got him
out of the cabin.

How did Williams
take the loss?

Well, he tried to laugh it off,but a half million?

People kill themselves
for less.

That's what I know.

Thanks.

So Williams
was chasing his luck.

You know,
when people like that,

when they get to the edge,
they don't jump.

That's when they--
they feel most alive.

And when they get stiffed
half a million bucks,

people like Joey Frost--

that's when they go nuts

and push other people
off boats.

Williams ran
a one-man Ponzi scheme.

He gutted
his kids' college fund

to pay taxes on the money
he took from his IRA.

Then he went in the hole
another half-million

with no way to cover it.

He have life insurance?

$2 million, paid in full.

And yes, it covers
death by suicide.

So that's that.

He left behind
just enough money

to get his family
out of hock.

Well, we're not sure
he killed himself.

Friday night,
he lost to that guy.

Joey Frost.

What's this,
his First Communion photo?

He's a very aggressive player.

When Williams told him
that he couldn't pay,

the kid went ballistic.

Looks like my daughters
could take him.

See what he has to say
for himself.

Lefrak City--

not exactly hip
for a 20-year-old.

His mother's place.

I called, no answer.

If Joey's a player,

he'll be hittingthose private poker clubs soon.

Whoa, bupkes showing.

15 more.

Joey Frost?

We need to speak to you

about a casino cruise
last Friday.

I'm in the middle
of something here.

You guys want to talk, talk.

Well, it's about one of
the players in your game.

Ben Williams.

Hey, I've played a lot of gamessince then.

The faces, they fade away.

You in or out,
Wall Street?

Are you sure?

Because we heard you were ina bad mood when you lost to him.

Lost?

Me, at cards?

No.

I was in a bad mood because
I just watched this flyweight,

Alvarez, who had this guy
puking in a pail

in the third round,
flop in the tenth.

And then this whale,
Williams--

My aces say 30.

He offers me
a no-good marker on 500 Gs.

Well, at least you got somethingfor your effort.

His watch.

In or out?

Wall Street, come on.
Think.

50.

50?

You're going to raise me?

With what, a ten high
and a five of hearts?

All in.

Do you mind?

You feel bad, Wall Street?

Here, feel worse.

Eight high.
You had me.

There you go.

I don't know
about your manners,

but you've got
a good memory for cards.

So maybe you can remember
what you did

after Williams
lost to you.

I went to the bar,

and I put my money on...

hoops, horses, hockey,
and Australian football.

And you lost everything.

Just like you're losing now.

Look, cards is easy.

Sports is hard.

FYI, I am the last guy
who'd want Williams killed.

Who said anything
about murder?

How many clubs did you hit
before you found me?

All for a suicide?

No way.

That fat-ass died
owing me 500 Gs.

That's the real tragedy here.

See you later.

There goes one of
nature's mistakes.

Well, seeing into another
player's hands?

That's not a mistake,
it's a gift.

He's not gifted
betting sports.

Well, sports
is out of his control.

That's probably
the attraction.

Well, he can't seem
to hold on to his money.

Say somebody staked him
the 100 grand

for the game on Friday.

They'd be entitled
to half his winnings.

Including what
Williams owed him.

If they knew about
Williams' insurance,

they might try to collect
from his widow.

The college money's gone?

How can that be?

My brother's
gone through Ben's papers.

Everything's fine.

Phil, they're saying
Ben owes money from gambling.

Well, it's--
it's a mistake.

I'll handle it,
it's okay.

My sister's
had enough bad news.

I'm covering his debts.

Family, you know?

What are you going to do?

My catering business
does well.

I'm lucky I can help out.

So you know the people

he owes money to,
Mister...?

Lambier.

Um, no.
No, I don't.

But, uh--

I'm sure
I'll hear from them.

Well, we'd be interested
if you do.

He lost half a million

on a casino cruise
last Friday night.

Geez.

Superior Events,
that's you?

Yeah.

Ben's online checking program

showed he wrote you
a blank check Thursday.

He gave it to you
as security on a loan?

You know, Mr. Lambier,

I know about this--
this gambling disease.

He...

He took money
from his kids' college fund.

I didn't want
my sister embarrassed.

How much, 100,000?

That was the stake
for the poker game.

God, this is stupid.

This guy
on the fishing boat,

that's Ben?

Yeah, yeah, he--

He worked on a tuna boat

every summer
in high school.

I--I better check on Pam.

Excuse me.

You'd think a guy
who worked on a tuna boat

wouldn't need
a seasickness patch.

Scopolamine,
it makes you drowsy.

Enough of it
will knock you out.

The M.E. found three bare spotson Williams' skin.

Possibly where other patches
were stripped off.

They doped a guy they were
throwing overboard.

Seems like overkill.

If they threw him overboard

while they were at sea.

But if they wanted
insurance to pay,

they'd have to make sure
the body was found.

So maybe they doped him
to keep him on ice

until they were
close to docking.

This last backbreaking loss--

maybe it was planned

to make it look like
Williams took his own life.

Whoever set this up

had to be sure
Williams would lose big.

So they brought in Joey.

Might be the same people
who bankroll him.

Joey Frost,
the invisible man.

No social, no bank accounts,
credit cards, tax returns...

Cash in, cash out.

It's all about the action.

And somehow,
he showed up on that boat

with 100 grand
in his pocket.

He was watching the fight
before the game.

He said that the fighter

threw up
after the third round.

Would they show that on TV?

Flyweight division,
right?

Yeah.

Alvarez...

Here--
Atlantic City.

It started at 7:00.

It was an undercard.

It wasn't televised.

He had to have been there.

So the cruise ship
left at 8:30.

There's a heliport
near the docks.

If someone wanted him
here in a hurry,

they'd pay.

Look, you're over
your limit by 40 Gs.

Who you kidding here,
sonny?

My limit?

Are you new, or just dumb?

Both.

You don't leave
till you make good.

Here, talk.

Tell him
what a moron you are.

Hello?

Who am I speaking to?

Oh.

Sorry to bother you.

Yeah, this is Dom
at the Bambino.

I got a Joey Frost here,
he's a--

40 Gs.

Look, I'll take care
of everything, I'm--

I'm sorry for the screw-up,
Mr. Frost.

Joey Frost, sole passenger

on a chartered helicopter

from A.C.
at 7:40 Friday night.

Uh...

The flight?

Paid for by Superior Events.

Phil Lambier.

Williams' brother-in-law.

He's Joey's bank.

He flew Joey in
to play poker with Williams

after lending Williams
100 grand to get in the game.

And Lambier put
his brother-in-law

in the ring with a killer.

Talk about tough love.

Some people have race horses.

Phil Lambier has Joey Frost.

And Joey doesn't just
play to win.

He destroys his opponent.

Phil knew
that Williams was

this hopeless
gambling addict.

Phil wanted to protect
his sister,

and knew that Ben

was worth more dead
than alive.

So he flies Joey in
to destroy Williams,

to push him to the edge

so that his death
is ruled a suicide.

If your theory is correct,

it still leaves
one glaring hole.

Who drugged Williams
and threw him overboard?

Well, I don't think anything
on that boat,

you know,
happened by accident.

Maybe including
Williams' drinking buddies.

Cops got nothing on me.

Hey, hey, hey.
Wait.

What happened
to the watch?

What do you think?
I hocked it.

I told you I wanted it.

You want it back,
I'll buy it back.

Just give me five Gs.

Phil, I got a sure thing
in the fourth.

No, no, no.
No, no.

Joey, you got to lay low.

All right?
No cards, no A.C.

No OTB.

All right?
You are grounded, kid.

Benny-boy partied too much.

So we took him back to his roomfor a time-out,

and then me and Jack
went straight back to the bar.

You see, Jack was nervous
about his wife, Dory.

You know, you leave her alone,
she, uh...explores.

Well, I can see how that
could be a problem.

Now, Mr. Costello,
we have a problem ourselves.

We can't figure out
why Benny-boy jumped,

since...

well, as you said,
he was in a good mood.

Well...

Do you ever really know

what goes on inside
your fellow human being?

You mean like one minute you'retalking to a good Samaritan,

the next minute you're
charging him with murder?

Come again?

You and Jack.

Last two people
to see Benny-boy alive.

Only people seen
leaving his cabin.

So if you have an idea
of what happened to him--

Yeah, I--
I have an idea.

I want my lawyer.

The door to the balcony?

I don't--
I don't know.

What was my answer
the last time?

You should have
worked with me.

Now we're done.

Done?
Well, that's good.

No, see, it's not good,
not for you.

Your buddy, Gil Costello,
gave you up.

Gil gave me up?

No--
no way.

He said he was
taking orders from you.

Hey, you know what?

Why don't you
call your wife.

Tell her that
you're not coming home.

Maybe she could pack up
some of your personal stuff.

My wife?

Or not.
Maybe you could call Gil.

He could pack up
some of your stuff.

He said that your wife
has been calling him.

He said what?

Okay.

Uh, okay, no.
Wait, wait, wait.

I'm prepared to--
to give a statement.

Gil is the one
who told me what to do.

Better you wait
for your lawyer.

A murder beef
is a serious thing.

Murder?
All--

All we did
was scare the guy.

Gil tells me Benny-boy
owes someone,

and they want to make him
pee his pants.

How would they do that?

Gil had these, uh,
patches to knock him out

and then these other people--

I don't know who--

they were going to
work him over.

Just to scare him,
that's all.

Well, the thing is, Jack,

we found his blood
on a ledge.

Uh, uh, I--

I don't know anything
about that.

When Gil and I
left the cabin,

he was alive.

Gil said he had
strict instructions.

Instructions from who?

This guy?

I don't know
who Gil talked to.

And you and Gil
were together

the whole rest
of the trip?

Except when we were coming
up the river to the dock.

Gil went to the can.

Like...took him forever.

Gil get
any other instructions?

Oh, yeah, the kid at the bar?

We were supposed to make sure
that Benny-boy

didn't lay a finger on him.

Tell me again
why they're called wise guys?

You know, the instructions
to protect Joey--

that could have
only come from Phil.

Reel Joey in.

Give him
the facts of life.

My son?

-If he ain't at the poker clubs,
-I don't know where he is.

Um, I can fix that TV
for you.

It's okay.
He does it for his mom.

Cable bastards,
they never come.

That's better, huh?

Yeah.

Usually,
Joey fixes things,

but he hasn't been here.

He still lives here, though?

Do you mind if I...

But this is
still his home, though.

Always.

I tell Joey,

"No one loves you
like your mother."

You don't know
of anywhere else

where we could be looking
for Joey, do you, Mrs. Frost?

I can't think of any place.

But don't call me Missus.

Makes me think of my husband.

Call me Shari.

Okay.
Shari.

Your husband died
when Joey was young.

That must have been
hard on him.

Harder on me.

He was missing a week.

They found him in a garage
with three bullets in him.

I fell to pieces.

Do you know why
he was murdered?

He was a bookie.

Ran it out of his bar.

He taught Joey to play cards?

Nah, he didn't want
Joey gambling.

He wanted him
to be a bookie.

Not a bettor.

I'm going to get you, uh--

a clean glass.

So, the card playing?

Hey, that was me.

I used to play gin
with the girls at the club.

Joey would sit
on my lap--

couldn't stand
to see me lose.

I'd reach for a card,

he'd pinch me
until I played the right one.

How much trouble
is he in?

Not him, his friend Phil.

Phil Lambier?

He made a man out of Joey.

Him and his wife
practically adopted Joey

after Pete died.

He even lived with them.

Phil okay?

He may have a problem.

We think Joey might be able
to help him with it.

That's why
we're looking for him.

Oh.

Well, he'll come back.

I'm the only one
knows how to take care of him.

Somebody else tried, though.

He has a--
a girlfriend?

Gold digger.

Older than him.

With a kid, no less.

I don't know where he is.

He was gone when I got home.

He was supposed to be
watching my boy.

Mommy, it's my turn.

Go ahead, honey.

Joey's been trying really hard
the past week.

Staying home at night,
picking Bono up at school.

Who taught you that?

Uncle Joey.

Did he leave a note
or anything, Daphne?

No, he just told Bono
he was going to church.

Joey's not even Catholic.

Is there a church nearby?

Saint Ann's,
next to Bono's school.

Nine months
we've been together.

Never once he lied to me.

N-40.

Give it up, Grandma.

You got nothing.

B-6.

Come on, B-6!

I'm feeling it.

B-6.

Bingo!

Bingo.

That's it, baby.

Attaboy, Joey.

Way to play.

Bingo, Joey.

Yeah, so Phil
comped the chopper.

I heard this big whale
was going to be on the boat,

so I called Phil.

He takes care of me.

He staked you the hundred grandto play, didn't he?

Did he?

You're not sure.
I can tell.

I got a lot of investors.

All right, well, there's
one thing we are sure of.

Because Phil told us.

He staked Williams
the hundred grand.

He's Williams'
brother-in-law.

You didn't know.

I saw your jawline flutter.

Well, Phil flew you in
knowing you'd beat Williams.

Now, why do you suppose
he did that?

I--I heard
Williams was a loser.

Maybe Phil wanted me
to break him so bad

he'd never gamble again.

He won't now.

Phil is not
taking care of you.

Look where we found you.

You were hustling old ladies
for Bingo money.

Don't bad-mouth Phil.

I don't know where I'd be
if it wasn't for him.

You wouldn't be here,
facing a murder charge.

Am not!

You shut your eyes
when you said "facing."

You're bluffing.

If you don't cooperate,
Joey,

the next time I say it,
I won't be bluffing.

Williams was set up
to look like he suicided.

Phil used you--

No, he wouldn't do that--

Or you were in on it.

I was just there for a game.

Come on, didn't you get
the least bit suspicious

when you saw Williams

being carried out of the bar
by these two?

Gil Costello
and Jack Rosencrantz?

Who?

Look, if I knew that Williams
was suicidal,

I would've
glued myself to him.

He owed me half a mil.

I am the victim here.

Maybe that's
what Phil wants.

He put you on the boat
with Williams.

He left you with
the only motive to kill him.

Phil wouldn't put me
in that position.

You threw Williams
overboard.

That's what Phil
wants us to believe.
Shut up!

No, I'm not--
I'm not listening.

La la la la la la
la la la--

I can't see
his style of bluffing

going over big in A.C.

Well, he might be
lying about everything else,

but this tantrum is real.

I would say ten years old

is where his emotional
growth stopped.

With my kids,
they either tell the truth

or they go to their room.

A very small room,
in Joey's case.

Yeah, but his father
was shot to death,

his drunk mother
fell to pieces.

I mean, I--

That had to be horrible.

He was terrified.

That's when Phil
stepped in.

Joey trusted him
to survive.

Maybe he'll stop
once I charge him

as a co-conspirator.

That might push him
closer to Phil.

If we release him,
he'll skip.

So we keep him
as a material witness.

Right here,
in his holding cell.

I mean, he's not
lawyering up.

So there's an opportunity.

Hungry?
- Yeah.

Eggplant parmesan.

I don't--
I don't like it.

You think I could
get a sandwich or something?

How do you know
you don't like it

if you haven't tasted it?

Go ahead.
Here.

Tuck this in.

Go ahead.

Use these.

Okay.

I guess you don't get
a lot of hot meals.

You know,
pizza, hot dogs...

Hand food, huh?

Like at your dad's bar.

So how long do I got to
stay in here?

Until you testify.

It's for
your own protection.

I got my own protection.

What, are you getting
some action there?

It's my mother.

Not everybody gambles, Joey.

Now you sound like my dad.

Yeah, and he was a bookie.

You know,
with a memory like yours,

I'm surprised that he didn't

teach you his business.

He did.

When I was ten.

He had me memorize
everybody's bets and debts.

We used to do it
under, like, uh...

code names.

So that, you know,

I wouldn't rat anybody out
if we got busted.

But he didn't seeyour real talent for the cards.

Yeah.

You know, my mom,
she used to take me out

to play gin
with her friends.

One time,
I won 142 games in a row.

So who was it that helped you
move from gin to poker, Phil?

Yeah, he saw
what I could do.

He would come into
my dad's bar,

and, uh, place some bets,

and then he'd sneak me
out the back--

Go play poker clubs.

He helped you reach
your real potential, huh?

And what happened
after your father was killed?

Phil took me in.

He looks out for me.

Keeps you out of trouble.

No, I don't get in trouble.

You know why?

I don't cheat.

That's a rule.

Don't cheat.

Pete Frost?
Joey's dad?

While he was missing,

his regulars kept calling
to make bets.

All except one.

Oh, let me guess--
Phil Lambier.

He didn't call because
he knew Pete was dead.

They tried to make a case,

but Phil had an alibi
and no motive.

Pete disappeared the night of
the Super Bowl?

That should have been a clue.

Phil probably bet big
and lost.

All the bets
were in Joey's head.

In code.

Even he didn't know
who bet what.

Phil's a prince.

Kills Pete, then turns his son
into a poker machine.

He's been making money off Joeyever since.

If we could prove
that Phil's behind this,

it would open Joey's eyes.

The only person the detectives
didn't interview

was Joey's mother.

She was, uh, "indisposed."

No time
like the present.

Shari, please?

How serious?

Thanks.

That was her super.

EMS took Shari
to the hospital this morning.

I wouldn't have tripped

if the landlord had fixed
the floor, the cheap bastard.

Hey, Joey.

Why are you
standing back there?

Joey wanted to make sure
that you were okay.

I'm ready to go home now.

Don't--
don't, Ma.

They're going to run tests.

Hey, I'm hungry, Joey.

Yeah, okay.
I'll get you something.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Come on,
you're not ten years old.

You can do better
by your mom than that.

Come on, there's a deli
across the street.

We're gonna--

He was really worried
about you.

Oh, he has a good heart.

He has a good role model--
Phil.

Mm-hmm.

Like you said,
he made a man out of Joey.

Thank you.

Let him develop
his natural gifts.

Phil wanted to sponsor Joey.
Pete wouldn't hear it.

He warned Phil
to stay away from Joey.

It's funny how it worked out
after Pete died.

What I don't get, Shari,

is, seeing as Joey
takes such good care of you,

how could you let him
go live with Phil?

A stand-up guy like Phil,did he make it worth your while?

He did.

He paid me $20,000,

plus a cleaning lady
every other week.

Why don't you
get her one?

It's a shock, isn't it?

What?

Seeing your mother
in the hospital.

This the first time?

I bet you never thought
you'd see her like that, huh?

Weak, scared.

What about you?

You ever think where you'll be
in 20 years?

Yeah, I'll be fine.

You know, I met Daphne.

She seems like
a good person.

And her kid.

He calls you "uncle."

Is that how you see yourself?

Having a regular life?

Hey, what's taking
so long here?

What's all that?

You could feed an army
with what's in here.

I got this for you, too.

11 years old and traded

for 20 grand
and a housekeeper.

I wanted to smack
that woman.

Eames.

Really.

Okay, meet you there.

Costello's ready to talk.

Joey.

You know, you should know

that the D.A. is working on
those guys from the boat,

Costello and Rosencrantz.

If you know something,

you know, now's the time
to make your move.

I told you,
I don't know those guys.

I was on that boat
because Joey Frost told me

he needed muscle
for a high-stakes game.

So you're saying that
he brought you on the boat.

That's right.

Joey's used me before,
ask anyone in A.C.

I collect for him,

keep an eye on people
until they pay.

Did you keep an eye
on Mr. Ben Williams?

Yeah, the guy
tried to welsh.

So Joey decides
to play hardball.

He told me to knock him out
and put him in his room.

Which we did.

Did he tell you what heintended to do to Mr. Williams?

No, whatever he did
to the guy after that,

we had nothing to do
with it.

All right, so...

Phil got to Costello,

told him to pin it
on Joey.

I hope you're not saying
Joey has clean hands.

Either he'll roll
on Mr. Lambier,

or he'll go down for this
on his own.

We're starting to
get through to him.

You--you charge him,
and we'll lose him.

You tried to pull him
out of his mess, Detective.

Instead,
he's pulled you into it.

He uses people.

By playing on their sympathy.

No more.

I mean, all right,
so Joey played me.

You know, he thinks that
I'm another whale.

So I'll just
let him think that.

I need your help.

You know, you--
you read people.

You know when someone's
bluffing--

you read me.

I need to know if
a hunch I have

is, uh...wrong.

Cool.

And don't bite your nails.

What's Phil
doing in here?

Gil Costello fingered you
for Williams' murder.

I told you,
I don't even know Costello.

I'm being set up.

Let's see if Phil
goes along with it.

My hunch is that Phil--
Phil's going to burn you.

I don't think so.

He's not going to do that.

Well, prove me wrong.

You've known the guy
nine years.

Been watching him.

You know all his moves.

Well, that Friday night,

I was dining with friends
in A.C.

Have you ever
met this man?

Do you know him?

No.

Never met him.

Does Joey know him?

Joey?
I--

I don't think so.

Joey knows one thing--
cards.

See, that's straight.

He's not setting me up.

He doesn't have to.

He's got nothing to do
with any murder.

You're sure?

Yeah.

When he's bluffing,
he leans in.

Here he's sitting back,

his eyes are blinking slow.

This--this is
all straight.

Don't they
teach you guys anything?

Friday night, didn't you
hire a helicopter

to fly Joey up from A.C.?

Fly him in?
No, no.

Why--why would I?

Now that's a lie, see?

He leaned in,
his eyes are blinking faster.

That's his tell.

You brought him in to...

He thinks he's protecting me.

That's why he lied.

You knew your sister

was married
to a gambling addict.

Well, I--
I wouldn't say addict.

Right hand to the hair.

That's a classic Phil evasion.

He's an easy read.

The worst.

That's why he stopped
playing poker himself.

But look, the point is,
he's looking out for me.

Like I'm his family.

Let's talk about
another case.

He's a good guy.

He's no murderer.

All right.

Okay.

I got to--

I'll bring you back
to your cell in a minute.

I gotta fill this form.

What were those tells?

Leaning forward.

Running his hand
through his hair.

He must be lying
a blue streak now.

Yeah, but he's talking
about something else, right?

Some other thing.

Let's find out.

It's common knowledgethat the mob killed Pete Frost.

Guaranteed.

I had nothing to do with it.

He's--
he's talking about my dad.

Why, why is he--

Why is he talking
about him?

[Eames]
Investigators were wondering

why you were the only one
of Pete's regulars

who didn't call him
the week he was missing.

Football was over.

Okay?
There was no action.

But there's
always action.

How much did you owe Pete
on the Super Bowl?

Nothing, I--

I didn't bet the Super Bowl.

Is--is this on the level?

Why would he lie, Joey?

Think about it.

Well, maybe you had
a better reason

for wanting Pete
out of the way.

You thought Joey
could be a gold mine for you

if only he was
allowed to play poker.

Where'd you hear
that crap, huh?

Did Joey tell you that?

You can't trust
what that little punk says.

You must have thought
he was a sure thing.

You paid his mother

20 grand to take him
off her hands.

So what?

So what?

I--I don't get it.

This--this makes no sense.

You have a--a gift

to see right through people.

Come on, what--

what did you
just now see?

I don't know!
All the tells,
he hit every one.

Phil.
It's Phil!

What's, what's going on here?

What are you doing here?

He raised me.

He raised you?

He's kept you a child
all your life.

He's been
watching you blow

all your winnings.

He's never told you
to put some away,

save it so you can quit
and have a regular life.

He doesn't want you
to quit.

He wants you to stay broke.

So you have to
spend all your time

looking for
another game.

I'm like a son to him.

Your dad wanted to protect you
from losers like Phil.

He killed
his sister's husband!

Killing your dad
to get to you

would be nothing for him.

I'll kill him!

No, no, no--
I'll kill him!

I'm gonna rip his neck off!

That's not what you do.
Let me go!
Get off of me!

You got to tell us
about Williams.
Let me go.

Forget that.

Come on, you know
what Phil did.

Forget that!

You knew it
before it happened.

You knew when you saw
Costello and Williams.

And that's when you knew
you were part of it.

And now you're afraid

to go to jail
if you rat on Phil.

Is that--is that
what's going to happen?

You want a regular life?

The one that Phil
took away from you?

It's going to take a lot
of steps to get back there.

This is the hardest step.

There's no easy way
out of this for you.

You're going to have
to tell us

what Phil did.

I...

He told me
to demolish Williams.

Push him to the limit.

And then when
I saw Williams with Costello,

I called Phil.

He told me that--

"Don't worry
about the money."

He'd take care of it.

He said, whatever I heard
happened to Williams,

keep my mouth shut.

He said that the mob
was taking care of Williams.

I--I knew he was lying
when he said it.

Hey, kid.

Thank you.

That's good.

Get up,
Mr. Lambier.

You're under arrest.

It's going to be all right.

You're going to be
all right.