All language subtitles for In Plain Sight (2008) - S01E06 - High Priced Spread (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 MONOLITH)

Since 1970,

the federal witness
protection program

has relocated
thousands of witnesses

to neighborhoods
all across the country.

These individuals fall
into two categories:

Those who committed crimes

and those who merely witnessed
criminal activity.

They all, however,

share a single, unique attribute
distinguishing them

from the rest
of the general population.

And that is
somebody wants them dead.

$160...

$180...$200.

Go on, leeches.

Get your asses gone.

Come on, Chris.

Quit jerkin' off.
We're shooting free throws.

Boring.

Ow. Hey.

What'd you do that for?

'Cause that's
what's gon' happen

every time you bring
that weak-ass junk inside

if you can't shoot
a free throw.

Now get your ass
to the line.

All right.

Make 20, get $20.

All right?

Mom and dad used to give me
$20 for my allowance.

Yeah, I know they did.

But ain't nobody gonna give us
nothing anymore, man.

Now just forget
about the shot.

Just focus
on your routine.

Bounce, bounce.

Knees and release.

All right?

I know, I know.

Same thing every time.
Just like breathing.

Hold up, player.

I got $100 that says

young'UN here
can't make ten free throws

in a row.

Scott, no.

If I miss, we won't eat
for a week.

Yeah, well, now you got
real pressure to deal with.

This is what it's like
when the game is on the line.

Just step up

and trust your routine.

Yeah! See, that's what
I'm talkin' about.

I must admit,

the boy's got hisself
some skills.

'Sup, Marlon?

What's up?

What's up is you
taking action in my house.

That's what's up,
junior.

Dawg, you was gone.

Folks need a outlet, man.

Uh-uh.

Bring it on
back here, boys.

Tell you what.

A brother like you
give loan sharking a bad name.

Someday,

somebody gonna
take yours, Marlon.

Maybe so.

This ain't that day,
fat boy.

That there's what you call
a object lesson.

Seen you ball.
Got skills.

So from now on,
I own you.

I tell you when to play
and what to score.

You feel me?

Yeah.

Huh.

Just go on and put junior
out your mind, son.

Y'all know what happens
to snitches, right?

Yeah.

Go away.

Come on now, is that any way
to greet a customer?

I'm sorry.
You're right.

Hey, Mary.
Great to see you.

Can you please take your piece
of crap car somewhere else?

Much better.

Seriously, Mary,
working on that makes me sad.

Come on.

Say, bro,
can't you, like,

talk some sense to her?

She doesn't speak sense.

Fine. Leave it
and I'll do what I can.

But this is the last time.

Rumor has it
your baby brother's

having a pretty good year.

Yeah, 22 points a game
as a sophomore.

Are you kidding?

I don't care
if it's division ii.

In fact, we had
a division I scout

at every game this year,

trying to get him
to transfer.

Even a couple
of pro scouts.

It's hard to believe

that's the same skinny kid
I met five years ago.

You ever seen
this guy play?

It could've been him.

Nah, I was
a playground rat.

Chris is the real deal.

Hey, y'all should come
to the game tonight.

Oh, I don't know.
I've got some things--

free tickets.

What time?

We...

Man, every time
I walk into a gym,

it gets my blood up.

Oh, did you play?

Badminton.

We played
our tournaments here.

See this scar?

Shuttlecock injury.

Ended my career.

Yeah, is he kidding?

I don't know.

Either way,
it's pathetic.

Excuse me.

Way to work "shuttlecock"
into the conversation, jackass.

It's one
of the funnier words.

Marshall mann?

Dana Collins.

Marshall!
What are you doing here?

Oh, I teach here.

It's hard to believe, huh?

Not at all.
You were great.

Hi! I'm Mary.

Hi.
Hi.

Dana Collins.

Dana was one
of my professors at unm.

Actually,
I was just a t.A.

Marshall took
my intro to critical thinking,

and I gotta tell ya,

this one...Mind.

Oh...

It is
a conversation piece.

Sounds like
the game's starting.

Hey, it was great
running into you.

Yeah.
You too.

You sure she wasn't
your science teacher?

'Cause there was definitely
a lot of chemistry

going on there.

Nice, nice.

All right, Chris!
All right!

See, that's why coaches
are drooling over him.

Lots of kids can play.

But he makes everyone
around him better.

All right now, d-up!

Defense!

Nice, nice.

If I'm not back
by the end of the game,

meet me at the car.

Okay.

Oh, he's gone.

Yeah! That's right.

Hey!

You were great--wow!
Hey, oh, wow.

Okay, wow--all right,
all right, all right.

Good game, bro.

Really good.
You totally didn't suck.

Oh...
Wow.

Hey, look, y'all.

I gotta make
a quick pit stop.

So I'm gonna
see y'all outside.

All right,
see you outside.

That was great.
Hey, Chris.

Hell of a game,
buddy.

Yeah, thanks.

So, uh, Mary,
can I ask you a question?

Yeah, sure.
Ask away.

You think the government
would, like,

front me
a little book money?

Walk with me.

Three grand for books?

And a new laptop.

Look, no offense, Mary,

but it's been a while
since you've been in school.

Look, Chris, you guys
have been in the program

for almost ten years.

That well ran dry
a long time ago.

Have you asked Scott?

No.
Please don't say anything.

He's been going through
really tough times money-wise.

And I don't want
to worry him.

You know,
I hate to ask, but, um,

you think
that you could spot me?

It'd only be
for a few weeks.

Chris, you know
I can't do that.

Inspectors have
strict codes of conduct

governing how we interact
with witnesses.

And even
the public at large.

That's why,
in every public situation,

we go to great lengths
to avoid

even the slightest hint
of impropriety.

That's weird.

You gotta be kidding me.

You were saying?

Game over?

We've all had the experience

of talking about
a long-lost friend

with someone,
and then out of the blue

the phone rings and it's
that same long-lost friend.

Famous psychobabble quack
Carl jung

called these occurrences
"synchronicity."

Skeptics regard
these synchronicitous events

as mere coincidence.

Others posit
a pie-in-the sky

cosmic connection
linking all things.

Take a guess on which side
of the argument I fall.

What was that?

Nothing.
Leave it alone.

What if you won something?

Trust me,
I didn't win anything.

Mom, what the hell
do you think you're doing?

You don't really think

that's good news,
do you?

Well, it doesn't matter.

It's official
FBI correspondence.

Open it.

No, not me.

I know a box of snakes
when I see one.

Okay, fine.

"Dear Ms. Shannon,
on may 7,

"the 25th anniversary
of your husband

"James wiley Shannon's
disappearance,

"the FBI will petition
the 9th district court

"to declare him
legally deceased.

"This action is part
of the bureau's ongoing effort

"to devote resources
to more pressing matters.

"Should you have
any information

that would affect--"
blah, blah, blah.

And you thought
it was gonna be bad news.

Okay, would you characterize

Dana's kisses as sweet,
yearning,

or more of the tongue
down your throat,

give it to me now,
big daddy variety?

See, you have no capacity
for restraint,

and now you get nothing.

Fine. But eventually,
you'll tell me everything.

Not because I make you.

Because you want to.

Who's the s-9 for?

Chris worley needs
some money for school.

Figured I'd give it
a shot.

Mary, I'm trying
to convince Washington

we're understaffed,
and yet somehow,

you have time to service
witnesses ten years in.

I don't.
I just--

they were her first.

You know how
you never get over

that first one.

Forget it, Mary.
I'm not gonna submit it.

And quit wasting time
with old witnesses.

Fine.

Marshall's doing
his old professor.

What...

Thanks.

So we didn't really get
a chance to talk last night.

Everything's good with you?
Work, life?

Finances?

Yeah, fine.

Good. What about Chris?
How's he doing?

I mean, finance-wise.
Are you kiddin'?

He's a college kid
living like he's made the pros.

What's up with you?
Why the survey?

What? Nothing.

I'm just doing
my inspectorly duties, you know.

So what's Chris
living off of?

It's a good thing my business
is doing so well.

This last week,
I gave him three grand

for books,
and before that,

I gave him two grand
for a computer.

Really.
Yeah, well.

Stuff costs a lot more than when
you were in school.

Oh, Chris.

'Sup, Mary?

You hear about
that assistance?

You know what I do
all day, Chris?

Uh...not really.

I talk to liars
all day long.

One line of b.S.
After another.

And as a result,
I've developed

this finely honed
crap detector.

I don't--
I don't want you to think--

what is it?
Drugs, women?

Have you joined a cult?

And before you answer,
I know about

the three grand your brother
gave you last week.

Oh, god--well, look, you didn't
tell him that I asked about--

relax.
I haven't said anything to him.

Yet.

But if you're in trouble,
I need to know about it.

Okay, look.

I made a couple bad bets
online.

One of the rich kids
in the dorm

let me put it
on his plastic.

And now I gotta pay him back.

A couple bad bets?
Chris.

It's no big deal.
Everything's fine.

And what about lying to Scott?
That's fine too?

Scott knows
he gets taken care of

as soon as I get
to the pros.

Look, I appreciate
your concern

and all that you've done
for us.

But everything's
under control, a'ight?

All right.

Thanks.
I gotta get to class.

Hey there, socrates.

What brings you
to these hallowed halls?

Boning up
on your philosophy?

Taking an oral exam?

Having sex
with your old professor?

Okay, get it out
of your system.

Aw, look at you.
All blushy.

I'm not.

Sweetie, there's no need
to be embarrassed.

These are confusing,
scary times.

Your body's changing.

Ha ha ha.

Hey. Hey!

Is this what you meant
by "everything's under control"?

Huh?

Ooh, we got a fainter.

Chris. Chris.
Chris.

Chris, you need to tell me
the truth.

All right?

Good.

Now who were those guys?

The bookie I owe
sent them.

A bookie.

Jesus, Chris.

You realize they will
suspend you for a year?

I never bet
on my own team.

I wouldn't.

Besides, how's anyone
gonna find out?

I don't know, maybe you should
call Pete Rose, ask him.

I need the name
of your bookie.

No no, we got into this program
by ratting out a bookie.

Look, Chris,
aside from the fact

that what you did
is illegal,

you borrowed money to pay off
one gambling debt,

then turned around and got
into hock with someone else.

Look, I'm supposed
to be, like--

like the man on campus.

And I can't even afford
to go out for pizza.

So what am I supposed
to do?

I can't get a job,

'cause college rules
won't let me.

Scott doesn't make enough money
to help me out.

That's bull.
When have I ever said no to you?

Shh. Listen to me, Chris.
This isn't about money.

You've got a gambling problem.

It's out of control.

And you gotta get help.

I don't have a problem.

I thought it was
an easy way

to pick up
some spending money.

I see now that it was
a stupid mistake,

and I won't do it again.

Oh, man.

I promise.

But I still owe $3,000.

This is the last time.

You really think
that's a good idea.

You really think

that's any of your business?

Excuse me--your family
is my business,

unless you want out
of the program.

I got a form right on my desk--
you sign it, Chris,

and we're done,
is that what you want?

Nobody's signing nothing.

Chris I'm sure
has learned his lesson.

All right, now I'd just like
to put this all behind us

and move on.

This is a mistake.

Well, we're family.

That's what we do.

Hey.

Mom, why aren't you working?

Mm.
Called in sick.

Have you been
in your pajamas all day?

Look.

We've been tripping down
tortured memories Lane

all afternoon.

Look at this one.

I think you were,
um, four.

Maybe five here.

I don't remember this.

Your father hit the quinella
at belmont.

Went shopping at Bergdorf's.

$80 for a little girl's dress.

I almost killed him.

The way he fawned.

Is that crazy?

A mother being jealous
of her four-year-old daughter.

Can I ask you something?

Yeah, ask away.

How'd you deal
with daddy's gambling?

How'd I deal with it?

Cried.

Broke things
all the time.

And I drank.

Did you ever try
to get any help?

Why would I need any help?

I wasn't the one
with the problem.

Oh, you know, wait.

There was a neighbor.

Nikki.

After he disappeared,
she dragged me

to a couple of meetings--
you know,

those groups for people
who live with gamblers.

Said it would help.

Did it?

No.

It was just a bunch
of whiny losers.

I didn't have time
for that nonsense.

I had my two girls
to raise.

Look how beautiful
they turned out.

I don't want him to be dead.

I know.

It is exactly because life
is a series of confrontations

with the mundane
that we observe so little.

And therefore,
the artist's role

becomes not to illustrate
the fantastic,

but rather,
to illuminate the obvious.

God, you make me wish
I smoked.

Excuse me.

Ah, monsieur.

Tu es UN operateur smooth.

Momentito, s'il vous plait.

It's me. Open up.

Uh...je pense que vouz avez
fait une erreur.

"Garcons" means "men."

Je n'AI fait aucune erreur.

Uh...huh?

Sacre bleu.

Maybe this wasn't
such a good idea.

Me too.

All right, folks,
let's get started.

Hi, I'm ray,
and I live

with a compulsive gambler.

Hi, ray.

Our father,
who art in heaven,

Hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come,
thy will be done,

on earth as it is in heaven.

Hi.

My name's Bonnie.

Hi, Bonnie.

I guess it really hit me

when I found out
the money he borrowed

was to pay gambling debts.

Instead of using the money
I loaned her to pay the rent,

she lost it at the track.

But the worst part

was the personality change.

She was always
gonna get back to even.

And then quit.

Somehow, it was my fault.

It was always my fault.

It was weird.

It was like I was the parent
and he was the kid.

Whenever mom had
a big win,

I'd ask her for money
for a new bike

or a dress.

There's some clothes.

And then I'd tuck it away...

For that inevitable day...

When she couldn't pay
the rent.

Or buy groceries.

I used to think that not being
able to express my feelings

was a guy thing.

All those years
growing up in that house.

It just caused me
to shut down emotionally.

I spent my whole life
just pushing people away.

Oh sure, I could solve
other people's problems.

It's like the only time
I feel alive

is when I'm in the middle
of a crisis.

I just wish I could go back

and explain to the kid
that I used to be,

"it's not your fault."

"Don't do this."

You just have to let go
of the anger.

Let go of the anger.

Just let go of the anger.

Let go of the anger.

Can I get you something?

No, thanks.

Hello?

Yeah, that's me.

How much?

Hold--hold on a second.

That's my bank.

Chris is trying to cash
a check that I wrote.

He changed the amount
from $3,000

to $13,000.

What the hell
do I do now?

Well, you have to tell them
not to cash it.

Yeah, all right.

There must've been
a misunderstanding.

Yeah, so go ahead
and tear up that check

and tell Chris we'll get that
straightened out when I see him.

Thanks for calling.

All right. Bye.

This is my fault.

He grew up watching me
hustle games on the playground.

Then when he got old enough,
we hustled them together.

Scott, you were a kid
raising a kid.

Cut yourself some slack.

What--what are you doing?
I gotta talk to him.

Talk through the door.
This is where it ends.

Scott, let me in.

You said you needed
three grand, man.

Why you change the check?

$3,000 was my weekly payment.

The real number's
more like $30,000.

$30,000?

Can we talk about this?

Chris, you need to get help,
and Scott needs

to stop feeding your habit.

Stay out of this, Mary!

Scott, man, these guys
are gonna kill me.

They won't. If they kill him,
they don't get their money.

Please help me.

Don't.

Scott, don't.

I'm sorry.

I can't, Chris.
You--

you're on your own, man.

Man, you're not sorry!
You glad this happened!

You're just jealous 'cause
I got the goods and you didn't.

You happy now?

Huh? You damn loser!

No, no, no.
Scott.

Let me go, let me go!
I gotta talk to him.

Listen to me.

I don't care how long
you've been in the program.

You're still my witnesses.
I won't let Chris get hurt.

I won't.
I promise.

Okay?

Okay.

It's okay.

Here we go.

Chris made over 40 phone calls
last month

to a William donner.

Got an address
on valencia road.

Not even a traffic ticket.

So what do you want to do?

I don't know.

Let's go find
Mr. Donner.

Something'll come to me.

Who is this bookie,
hansel or gretel?

Hi, could I help you?

Depends.

You bill donner?

Well, that depends.
Who are you?

The U.S. marshal service.
You got a minute?

Do you have some I.D.?

Yeah, we do.

But--well,
here's the deal.

You see, this is kind of
an unofficial visit.

Think of it
as a social call.

Exactly--the minute
we pull badges, it becomes--

it becomes official business.

You want to do this?

Anyway.

We just figured,
what with all

your illegal bookmaking
activities and such,

might be better if we kept
this visit, you know--

unofficial.

What?
I'm allowed to talk too.

I'm sorry, but I don't know
what you're talking about.

Yeah, okay.

But unless you want us
to come back here,

officially,

you know, badges,
guns, warrants.

You need to find
a new line of work.

Like yesterday, and that means
forgiving your customers' debts,

got it?

Good. That's it.

We're done, unless you
have something to add.

God forbid.

I know where I've seen you.

You were talking
to Chris worley

after the game
the other night.

Well, that's interesting.

Um, I really appreciate
the unofficial visit, marshals.

But, uh, as far as any
unpaid debt goes,

you can relax.

Chris and I came
to an understanding.

Whatever hypothetical debt
he might have owed me

has been forgiven.

All right, good.

But just so we're clear,

the second someone comes

and slaps cuffs on me,
I tell the world

about Chris worley's
degenerate gambling addiction.

So you might think twice,
should you decide

to come back with warrants.

One way or another,
I am gonna nail that guy.

I mean literally flay him,
nail his head to a tree,

spread it with jam,

then watch the squirrels
go to town.

Working through some stuff,
are we?

I mean, the good news is,
with Chris off the hook,

maybe now
he'll get some help.

You mean
if he's off the hook.

Why?

Remember
back to the future?

Holy crap, I hate you.

If you haven't seen it
in a while, do yourself a favor.

'Cause it really holds up.

Anyway, there's this guy,
biff tannen,

who gets rich by taking
racing forms back in time.

I'd like to go back in time

before this conversation
started.

Biff gets rich because he knows
the outcome of the races

before they happen--
it's every gambler's fantasy.

Why are you doing this?

You know I hate movies
about time travel.

They never make sense, okay?

So stop talking about
back to the mother--

oh.
There it is.

If Chris can influence
the outcome of games,

then bill donner knows
the results before they happen.

Much like biff tannen.

I don't know.

I gotta tell ya,
I don't care how much he owes.

I don't see Chris
intentionally throwing a game.

He doesn't have to.

All he has to do is keep
the points within the spread.

Huh?

It's called point shaving.

And it's a federal offense.

What's the spread
on tonight's game?

Let's see.
Uh-oh.

The tigers are favored
by 1/2 points.

So in order for Chris
to keep it inside the spread,

the tigers
would have to lose.

See?

And everybody thinks
you're just a pretty face.

Really?

I fear I may swoon,

in which case promise you'll do
absolutely nothing to assist me.

You have my word.

Excuse me.

Could you tell me
where Chris worley is?

Yes, ma'am.
He's in the training room.

Thanks.

He called me ma'am.

Yeah, but he was looking
down your shirt when he said it.

Why are you being
so nice to me?

Hey, what are you doing?
Get out of here.

Do me a favor.
Watch the door.

Okay, but you better not be
all wet when I get back.

I hope you're happy.

You got Scott
to turn his back on me.

What?

Nothing about today
has made me happy.

Except for meeting
your teammates a moment ago.

That was
surprisingly uplifting.

And Scott hasn't turned
his back on you.

He's just not gonna feed
your habit anymore.

I don't have a habit.

Okay.

Well, you tried
to rip your brother off

for 10,000 bucks,
and you're on the verge

of throwing away
your entire future.

So whatever you've got,
it isn't good.

Whatever.

Can't you just
leave us alone

before you destroy
our relationship?

You and Scott have one of
the most amazing relationships

I've ever seen,
and nobody but yourselves

could ever destroy it.

So you came here to tell me

what a great relationship
me and Scott have?

No.

I came here to tell you

that in the entire span
of your life,

whatever immediate problem
you're facing,

it's just a blip
on the radar.

Unless you do
something stupid

that turns it
into a defining moment.

Well...

I gotta get ready.

So, uh...

You're not alone in this,
Chris.

There are people
in this world

who care about you,
and there are people

who only care
about themselves.

You need to decide who
you're gonna turn to for help.

Maybe he's not coming.
He'll be here.

I don't care how mad
they get at each other,

Scott wouldn't miss a game.

Chris worley
with a field goal.

Oh, my.

What?

It's Dana.

She...texted.

Let me see.

Come on.

Here.

She writes well.

Mm-hmm.

She's kinda
adventurous, huh?

Lewis and Clark
were adventurous.

Dana is evil knievel,

rockets over the snake river
nuts.

She scares me.

Yeah, this was a mistake.

Really,
you're that flexible?

It's worley.

Still no answer.

Something's not right.

Foul on Malik Hardy.

Chris worley to shoot two.

One shot, guys.

Something's definitely
not right.

Let's go.

Look what I found.

What's going on, Chris?

Nothing.
I gotta get out of here.

Chris, I saw you talking
to donner before the game.

And on top
of your generally crappy play,

you just put up two of the
ugliest bricks I've ever seen.

You gotta trust me.

You really wanna put your faith,
your entire future,

in the hands
of that lying scumbag bookie?

Oh, god.
They've got--

Scott worley.

WITSEC control number
wc-5042-a.

That's right,
he was abducted.

We believe from his home
between 1600 and 1900 hours.

The suspect's name
is William donner.

That's right, I've got a visual
on the suspect now.

Because I want donner
to think

all's going
according to plan.

We grab him now,
we run the risk

of setting off some scenario

where they kill my guy
and disappear.

That's right.

Coordinate through my office.

I'm not going anywhere.

See, this--
this is the problem

with staying in contact
with old witnesses.

Sooner or later,
they're gonna cause problems.

It's their nature.

Why is she even
in touch with these people?

It doesn't make sense.

Sure it does, Mary can't
let go of anything.

I might have something.

Dmv shows Scott owns
three vehicles.

A classic '58 Chevy,

a pickup,
and a tow truck.

But none
of the police reports

indicate seeing the Chevy
anywhere.

So they grabbed him
in his own car?

Could be,
but here's the thing.

He got a discount
on his auto insurance

by installing
a vehicle tracking--

Lojack, how can I help you?

--Device.

Yes, I'd like
to report a stolen car.

Are you law enforcement?

Yes, ma'am, I sure am.

Ten minutes remaining.

Tigers trail 56-55.

Chris worley with a chance
to take the lead.

Tucson extends their lead.

Chris worley
with the turnover.

Corey mays
replacing Chris worley.

Seven minutes remaining.
Tigers still trail.

Yeah.

Found Scott. He's safe.

Okay, thanks.

Chris worley checks in
at the scorer's table.

Hey.

If you don't mind,
that seat's taken.

I'll just sit here
till the person comes back.

Speaking of coming back,

look who's coming back
into the game.

Chris worley checks in...

Come on, Chris!

By the way,
I just want to thank you

for letting Chris
off the hook

the way you did.

Truly a classy gesture.

Worley with the assist
on the alley-oop.

Tigers trail by just 3
with 2:30 remaining.

Tucson misses
an easy lay-up.

Come on, Chris!

Chris worley
with the field goal.

Whoo-hoo!

Looks like Chris
got his shot back.

Tigers trail by just 1.

This is very exciting.

Steal by worley.
Drives up court.

Oh, Montgomery brown.

Chris worley
to shoot two.

come on, Chris!

So what's the spread again?

A half point.

So if he makes these,
I guess you'd have to say

whoever bet against him
is a big, stupid loser.

Right?

And the game is tied.

Whoo-hoo!

He sinks this, tigers win.

And the tigers bring it home

with a win by two.

yay.

At first glance,
one might suppose

walking into the middle
of Chris's gambling problem

and the arrival
of the FBI letter

about my father,
the gambler,

to be cosmically connected
events.

And who knows,
maybe they are.

But in the end,
the whole happenstance

versus master plan debate--

probably a big waste of time.

Hi, I'm Mary.

Hi, Mary.

My earliest childhood memory

is of my father
looking down at me,

smiling.

While I crawled
between his feet

beneath a pari-mutuel window,

picking up busted tickets
off the floor.

I don't think I was ever
as happy as I was then.

I loved my father more than
anything in the whole world.

He was a warm, loving,

funny, generous man.

And he loved me more than
anything in the whole world.

I know that he did.

And he was also a, um...

A serious, serious gambler.

And more than anything
that's happened to me

in the last 30 years,

for better and worse,

he's the reason I am
who I am today.

My father...

Dad...

Daddy...

He was my whole world.

And he, um...

He, um...

Walked out of my life

two days
before my seventh birthday.

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