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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.

House takes it with 21.

Pretty ladies

bring me luck.

(chuckling):
What's the limit?

One thousand.

Gracias,very much...

pretty lady.

Penny.

Where were you
last night?

I was home,
finishing this for you.

You weren't home.

Are you still following me?

Penny, please, I just want
a chance to explain to...

It's impossible, Gregg.

Try to understand.

Penny...

Penny. Penny.

Here's your share.

We can go again
on Thursday.

Okay.

Oh, and the chip
down my dress...

Just playing the part.

Next time, leave the acting
to the drama majors.

MAN:
Who helped you
with this?

Your little Korean
hot-pot?

Don't call her that.

She worked out the algorithm,
but I did the rest.

Neediness is not an attractive
quality in a man, Gregg.

Neither is the inability
to keep a secret.

Now we agreed,
no outside contractors.

I can handle Penny.

Then handle her.

The hair is different,
but it's the same girl.

You should double down,

or Bart and Homer over there
will get the wrong idea.

Or the right one.

You're busted.

You and your friend
better get out of here.

Penny?

Penny!

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MAN:
This is a dog park,

so three people walking
their dogs found her.

The way she's dressed,
she could be working

any of the fine establishments
in the vicinity.

Working them hard, apparently.

There's almost 2,000 there.

Penelope Chai,
math major at Hudson.

This bar code, is that

the Department of Defense
security clearance?

Yeah, once we saw that

we figured she might actually
be a rocket scientist.

Maybe someone was
after the state secrets

in her pretty head.

Fingers broken, postmortem.

It's like a signal or a warning.

She's got calluses here
and on her thumb.

Whatever she was doing here,

this was
the wrong place to do it.

So the killer was standing
in plain sight,

yet he still took the time to...

to snap every one
of her fingers.

He left the money, didn't bother
to make it look like a robbery.

He's either stupid or cocky.

Yeah, or he didn't think
we'd be fooled.

Paid us a compliment?

WOMAN:
National security?

Penny's work didn't have
anything to do with that.

She designed
predictive systems

for pattern recognition
software.

To predict what?

Food procurement for
the Quartermaster Corps.

Mess hall supplies.

Yes, we have a grant

to virtualize
their procedures.

A grant-- does that mean
Ms. Chai was paid for her work?

Oh, a very modest salary.

In fact, she asked me
for a raise last month.

She said she needed
to get an apartment,

but I had to tell her no.

She got the money somewhere.

She moved out of her dorm,

didn't leave
a forwarding address.

Uh... did she always
keep her desk

this, uh, impersonal?

Just her style.

Very guarded.

Was there anybody
she let her guard down with?

She seemed to get
along well with Amy.

Amy Wittlin.

That's her desk over there
with the palm tree.

Party Island.

Wow.

Okay, uh... who's who?

That's Amy in
the green bikini.

Rosalie, she's a junior
in the math department.

And Tomas Ramone,

also a math
major.

Freeport, Bahamas.

The place to be
for math majors.

For what?
Duty-free calculators?

Predictive analysis.

Oh, my God,
she was so nice.

What happened to her?

We're still
sorting that out.

She was found
in Chelsea,

over by the
Westside Highway.

She was pretty beat up.

Any of you know what she might
have been doing over there?

I'll give you a hint.

A card shoe.

We're just
fooling around.

Fooling around with cards.

For example, at the casinos
at Freeport, hmm?

Play cards

hours on end,
you get calluses

on your forefinger,
your thumb, like you.

And Penny.

Do you mind
if I, uh, deal?

I heard that a blackjack deck
has a memory.

Keep track of the cards
that are played,

you know the cards
that are left.

If you're a math wiz,

you can work out
the odds of, well...

for every hand.

It's a predictive system
of pattern recognition.

That's what they call it.

I call it counting cards.

Is that what you were doing
last night and she got caught?

They wouldn't...

Her fingers
were broken.

You think somebody
was trying to make a point?

It was this place on West 22nd.

This, uh, this private club.

They came after us.
We got split up.

I thought she'd show up
in the morning.

I swear to God,

I just thought
they were trying to scare us.

Well, it worked.

We'll be in touch.

87, 213, 15, 9, 10, and 13.
That's it.

Beautiful.

(chuckling)

Just beautiful.

Gregg, your program
is so sweet.

Penny's dead.

The police found her
near the clubs last night.

Okay, take it easy.

Ken, look, I don't want to be
a part of this anymore, okay?

I was doing it for her,

but now...

For her?

If I thought
that you were doing this

just to get back into her pants

I wouldn't have brought
you into it

in the first place.

I told you.

You and Penny,

it wasn't in the cards.

You'll get other women.
Believe me.

Just don't wimp out on us.

Because it's not what you do,
it's what you get done.

EAMES:
Four weeks and she was still
living out of boxes.

Eames, sounds like
the hard drive is running.

Could be defragmenting
the drive.

Or erasing it.

It's password-protected.

Security software's
overriding the "off" switch.

It's locked in.

Can't pull the battery.

Shall we hack?

Password programs usually give
you a hint after three tries.

"Sannakji"?
That's some hint.

It's octopus stew.

I did a six-month tour
in South Korea.

They use live octopus.

The tentacles get up your nose.
It's hilarious.

A riot.

Trying "octopus."

Bingo.

The erase program's

been running almost 161/////2
hours.

It started after Penny
was already dead.

They killed her, then came here.

That program was set
to overwrite the data 33 times.

Whatever was
on her computer,

they wanted it
erased beyond recovery.

Probably 'cause
it leads back to them.

Too bad for them they did
a better job erasing her.

Our computer nerds recovered
the last file deleted

before the erase program
was activated.

It looks like software
to generate random numbers.

Her professor said it wasn't
part of her defense work.

A random number generator
doesn't sound like something

a card counter
would use.

She wouldn't.

It's a predictive system.

It's her specialty.

It's the kind of software that
she'd write for someone else.

Like maybe the same person
that she's hiding from.

She moved out of her dorm
into a sublet.

She's been living
out of her suitcases.

Lots of photos
of her family in Raleigh.

Of her at her prom with
her Korean-American boyfriend.

DEAKINS:
So, this nice,
hometown girl

was being stalked.

And none of her friends knew?

Maybe she didn't talk the talk,
but she was walking the walk.

(sighs)

She dropped three classes
the week before she moved.

One of them, multivariable
calculus, was a requirement

for her major.

If she drops it,
she doesn't graduate.

Yeah, but... she did drop it.

GREGG:
Penny Chai?

I don't know.

I might have been
in some of her classes. So what?

EAMES:
No, see, Gregg,

you were the only guy
in all three classes.

The three classes she dropped.

Her super
at the sublet

recognized you
from a photo.

She saw you
in front of the building.

What were you doing
in front of her building?

I was...

I was doing a project with her.

I was

waiting for her
to get home.

A random number generator.

We found it on her computer.

Yeah, right.

Uh...

It generates lottery numbers.

It's legal.

It just... it just increases
the odds of winning.

Well, we-we like that.

How does it work?

This equation here, what's "X"?

It's anything you want.

It's a variable.

Uh, okay, um...

"X times four over 12."

What's four?

It's a constant.

It's just a unit of measurement.

Four is a unit?
Yes.

What does it measure?

Nothing.
It doesn't measure anything.

Look, it's not even finished
yet, okay?

It's not even going
to be finished,

so just leave me alone.

A unit of measurement.

Four of something
is a unit.

But for what?

X times four
divided by 12.

12... what do
you think, inches?

A unit of measurement
that's four inches long?

Of-of course.

He's usually at
Milligan's after 7:00.

Somebody I know?

Somebody my-my dad knew.

It could be hands,
if this is what you think it is.

Well, the only unit
of measurement

four inches long
is a hand.

Hands are how
you measure horses

from hoofs to withers.

Oh.

This is about horses.

And this measurement
here...

Ah! Eighth of a mile.

Furlongs.

The length of
the track.

Yes. And these equations here,
uh, win-loss--

one for the beast;
one for the jockey.

Are you the girl
he brought to the funeral?

'Cause if I didn't
say it then,

you are very lovely.

I didn't bring anyone
to the funeral.

This program is
for handicapping horse races.

Does it work?

Ah, about as well

as the system his father used.

He used to check the horses out
in their stalls before the race,

see if their ears
were up or down

and bet accordingly.

Well, maybe that's the point
of all this--

a gimmick to sell to gamblers.

It has the veneer of logic,
doesn't it?

It factors in every variable.

And does so very elegantly.

Yeah, you could
use this

for credible justification
of any long-shot bet...

even suspicious ones.

It would, right, Ferdie?

Yes, it would.

It would at that.

Oh, oh, oh, no playing
with Daddy's stuff, captain.

Oh! Come over here
with Uncle Gregg and Uncle Phil.

Ah, Ken, please,
we need you to focus.

On what?

You girls need to cowboy up.

Those cops are shooting
in the dark.

GREGG:
You don't know
what they know.

KEN:
So, I'll find out.

Guys, it's just a hiccup.

Go home, okay?

Go to the gym.

Do something.

Just relax.

(sighs)

I have to go out later.

Just for an hour.

I have to cool
these guys down.

Maybe they're right.

Maybe this time
it's pushing it.

(whispering):
Come here.

Come here.

(sighs)

They ran a full schedule
at Del Mar.

You know, we could run
the winners and the losers

through the program.

(sighs)

Anything missing
from your desk?

(clicks tongue)

No.

But I don't remember leaving
these files like this.

Well, my notepad's missing
the top sheet.

This Post-It was on my phone,

not on my blotter.

You see anyone at my desk?

Yeah, a plainclothes
from the 5-8.

He had a
visitor's clip.

He was here when
I came on shift

an hour ago.

He said you told him
to wait for you.

Well, what'd he look like?

Caucasian,
average height,

hat, puffy coat,
tinted glasses,

and a scarf.

Well, he skimmed these folders,

but he read the one
on Penelope Chai.

I clipped the autopsy report
to my notes on Tomas Ramone.

He moved the clip.

He wanted to know what we have.

(sighs softly)

Yeah. He, uh...
entered the lion's den.

It's bold.

He's out of his mind.

No, it's worse.

He doesn't know fear.

He came in during
the shift change.

So nobody paid
any attention.

These are useless.

Either his head's down,
or he's turned away.

He came in with the vaguest
of plans, and then he winged it.

Yeah, he's smart.
He adapts.

He's dancing
on a high-wire.

If there's a leader
in this scam, he's it.

Well, now, everything we know
about the scam,heknows.

Well, he doesn't
know we know this.

You fix a race,
one way to get caught

is to put a heavy bet
on a long-shot winner.

Then the racing board
will want to know

why he bet on that horse.

This program would
give him an answer.

I fix a race, I put
every variable about my horse

in the program.

I do the same thing
with every horse in every race.

The program uses a combination
of my winning horse's variables

to pick horses in other races
for me to bet on.

If anybody questions
your winning bet,

you can point to your other bets
and your handicapping system.

Turns my long-shot winner
into some lucky pick

by a sucker with a system.

It's a smokescreen.

Now we just need
to pick out

the sucker who's been using
this system.

This program was created
two weeks ago

which means running two weeks'
worth of racing results

through the program.

Can't be too tough
for the State Racing Board.

KEN:
That's right.

I made the bet
last Saturday afternoon

at the OTB on Queens Boulevard.

We're investigating muggings
of OTB customers there.

Well, if I had seen
anyone get mugged,

you're the first people
I would have called.

How did you...?

The tax form
you filled out

when you collected
your winnings.

That was a real red-letter day
for you, huh?

Winning 10,000
on that long-shot bet.

Yeah. I got lucky.

GOREN:
You know,

I heard that, uh... people
that play the ponies a lot,

they develop their own system.

I don't play a lot.

KEN:
Sorry. You need a hand?

EAMES:
I don't.

Thanks. My partner's
the mountain goat.

I have a little problem
with heights.

(chuckles)

How about you?

Ah, my mother's
father was a Mohawk.

He used to tell stories
about working high-steel.

It sounded like fun.

So you became
an engineer?

Where'd you get
your degree?

Hudson.
Two years ago.

What's that frat
for engineers?

Engineers, mathematicians...?

Alpha Beta Pi.

That's the one.

You a brother?

I joined for
the keggers.

Watch your step.

(grunts)

Just don't look down.

Yeah. Easy
for you to say.

You know, I-I can't...

I just can't stop thinking
about that long-shot bet, Ken.

Walking in
off the street,

hitting a 16-to-1
long shot?

Ah. You're right.

Last week I heard one
of the subs talking,

he knew a guy
who knew a guy,

so, uh, I
bet the horse.

Is there something wrong
with your jaw?

I-I-I saw you working it.

Ah, I-I popped an eardrum

cave diving off
Maui last year.

Cave diving.
Not in a million years.

One wrong move,
and you're fish bait.

Well, that's the attraction,
isn't it, Ken?

You just have to
keep your cool.

Ah, testing yourself.

And that's why you're...
you're up here

instead of in the office
with the real engineers.

(chuckling)

Well, I like being
in the arena,

making things happen.

Yeah.

Thinking on your feet.

Otherwise, otherwise, what,
you-you get restless...

You see, I see now.

You have a reduced
startle response.

I mean, most people
when they, uh...

almost take a header off a...
off a building,

you know, they...

for me, example...
(chuckles)

...they get scared.

And their eyes open wide.

They-they blink big.

It's called an increase
in blink magnitude.

But you, not you.

Nothing would bother you
a bit.

You panic...

you die.

Yeah.

Harris has no
known association

with gambling
syndicates.

Closest he's
been to horses

is taking his son for
a pony ride to the zoo.

He went to the same school
as Gregg Monroe and Penny Chai.

He was in the same frat.

His bets conformed to
the computer program.

Can't Harris
just be a young engineer

who made a lucky bet?

A young engineer

with no discernible
fear response.

People like him,
they become firefighters,

race car drivers...

or tweak the upbringing
another way.

They become psychopaths.

Which way
did Harris get tweaked?

At Hudson, he
was a member

of the skydiving club.

He's been a volunteer
firefighter.

Definitely a miscreant.

On the other hand,
his DMV records

show three speeding tickets
from high school

two of which
he was going 80 miles an hour

in a 35-mile-an-hour zone.

Look, he has what it took
to sneak into this building.

CARVER:
It's very
thin, people.

Let me know when you have
something that, uh...

sticks to the spoon.

A couple of clowns--
especially the big guy.

I can't believe
they rattled you.

They're not clowns.

They found you, didn't they?

Time to bail.

We made ten grand.
That's cool.

"That's cool."

Remind me again how
deep you are in the
hole, Mr. Dot Com--

250 grand?

How are you going
to make the bets?

The cops know you.

They don't know you.
That's what matters.

Let me worry about
putting the bets down.

You never worry.

You don't worry about us,

you don't worry
about Penny getting killed.

Why is that, Ken?

You got something
to say, Greg?

Say it to those cops right
there in that building there.

11th floor-- Goren and Eames.

Go ahead.

Nobody's going to
the police, Kenny.

Well, if you do, have
the freakin' decency

to give me a head start.

Talk to you tomorrow.

I'm scared too, Kenny.

Sometimes I wish
you could feel what it's like.

But I don't.

The only way I can do this
is if you believe in me.

Just let me get through
this one thing.

Then I'll hang
it up, okay?

The Racing Board

reeled him in
this morning.

He made a series of bets
on his credit card two days ago

that line him up
with the computer program.

This is Mr. Cooley
of the state board.

Hey.
Hi.

That's Bannerman?

Oh, he was in Promotions
at Aqueduct until last year

when a security check showed

he'd run up over $300,000
in gambling debts.

He knows jockeys,
trainers...

He's ready to talk.

I fixed a race
at Belmont,

and I used this
computer program to
make it look legit.

That's it.

EAMES:
How'd you fix the race?

No, that comes later,
after we hammer out a deal.

Well, can you
at least tell us

where you found
the computer program?

From this Oriental chick
I met in Atlantic City.

I noticed her counting cards
in the casino.

I threatened to turn her in

unless she would, uh, you know,
come up to my room.

I told her about my
association with racing,

and she told me
she was working

on this betting program.

We decided to work together.

But as soon as I got the program
from her, I didn't need her.

Um... Penny?

She had a very thick
Korean accent.

Did you have trouble
understanding her?

Yeah... at first.

But I got used to it.

We'll discuss
your offer,

and, uh, we'll get back to you
next week.

CARVER:
Next week?

We can resolve
this today.

KASTNER:
I'm going to the
islands tomorrow.

I'll be back Tuesday.

We'll let you know then.

Bannerman's a diversion.

He never met Penny Chai.

They threw him
at us to buy time.

Harris and Monroe
are awfully sophisticated

for a couple of frat boys.

Got him-- a list
of Kastner's past clients.

GOREN:
All members of the Israeli mob.

Bannerman's
probably in hock to them.

Playing patsy is his way
of paying off his debt.

Israeli mob's
behind this scam?

They are now.

Ken Harris
felt us closing in on him.

The normal man would quit,
but not him.

No, instead, he partners up

with the most vicious criminals
he can find,

raising the stakes because...

well, it's his nature.

Bannerman charged his bets
on his credit card

using a dial-up account
at an OTB office.

How did Harris make his bets?

Credit card.

It doesn't say which one.

Well, we need
the actual charge.

Uh, check his credit card report
to find the card.

His credit's good.

Just the usual
credit inquiries

from a car dealership,
department stores,
an insurance company.

Here-- three credit cards.

I'll try the one
with the higher limit.

Here we go.

$500 at the
OTB last week.

This charge is credited
to Totalizer, Inc.

That's the same
as Bannerman's charge.

It must be a company
for processing dial-up
betting accounts.

Well, you have two bites
at fixing a race.

Um, before it's run,
and right after.

You can't change
the results,

but maybe
you can change the bets.

You know, I'll bet

that we'll find a frat brother
at Totalizer.

MONROE:
Where is he?

I got a text message
to meet him here.

Probably putting
his kid to sleep.

So, big day tomorrow.

GOREN:
How you doing? Huh?

You mind if I take a load off?

Hey, what are
you frat boys,
uh, drinking?

Uh, that's okay,
Detective, uh, Goren.

We were just leaving.

EAMES:
Is this seat taken?

How you doing, Phil?

Alex Eames.

Oh, and don't worry
about Ken.

We sent you those messages.

Yeah, we wanted to
meet the real brains
behind the operation,

especially
you, Phil.

The man who found the flaw

in the way Totalizer processes
dial-up bets.

They told us
they don't process

the dial-up bets

until the first four races
of the day are run.

Which means that

someone working in data
security at Totalizer

could change the bets
of those four races.

You know, change losing
bets into winning bets.

Kind of like

waving a wand.

Um, I'm not the only person
in data security, okay?

You can't put this on me.

You covered yourself
really good, Phil.

You really did.

You have nothing to worry about.

Especially
from us,

I mean,
nothing at all.

Want to know

Ken's secret?

He's incapable
of experiencing fear,

and, well, that means...

it means he's a menace.

Especially with people
that he gets into business with.

You know, people like you two.

Have you met
Ken's new partners?

Here's Ralph Bannerman.

Bannerman's lawyer,
Frank Kastner.

And a few of Kastner's
regular clients--

bookmaker,
bookmaker,

leg breaker,
murderer,

another
leg breaker,

and they're all members
of the Israeli mob.

They're Ken's new partners,

which means they're
your new partners, too.

He didn't tell you.

Boy, that Ken--

he's just full of
surprises, isn't he?

You know, there's
another surprise

that he kept
from you, Gregg?

Somebody tried to erase
the random numbers program

from Penny's computer
after she was killed.

Who else besides you

knew that Penny helped you
write that program?

Ken killed her...

and now... he's on the way

to getting
the both of you killed.

It's up to you if he'll succeed.

Right.

That's ten groups
of eight Pick-Six tickets

on the Orlando Derby.

Total $160,000.

No, thankyou.

Now we send my buddy
the confirmation numbers.

We let him do the rest.

Trust me.
We can't lose if we tried.

We have winners
across the board.

I'm not showing a win
on these confirmation codes.

That can't be right.

We got eight Pick-Six winners
in each group.

I'm looking at your bets
right here.

No winners.

Sorry, son.

Let's talk outside.

Let me get in touch
with my guy.

We can figure this out.

I figured out
you just cost me 160 grand.

Excuse me.

Uh, we need to borrow

your friend here.

(chuckling):
Hey, come on, guys.

It's only
for a couple hours.

You can catch up to him later,
all right?

My wife and kid...

If those guys think
that I cheated...

There's no "if," Ken.

Ms. Harris,
we're with the police.

Oh, my God, Ken--
has something happened?

He's been arrested.

You need to come down
to the station with us.

(sighing)

I'll get my son.

It figures those two wusses
would make me the fall guy.

I thought I was making
legitimate bets.

I-I had no idea Phil and Gregg
had rigged the system.

And your little scam
with your Israeli friends--

they didn't look happy
you ripped them off.

All I have to say about that is,
you people set me up.

Really hung my ass
in the breeze, but that's okay.

I'm in here with you.

They're out there.

GOREN:
Well, that's good

short-term thinking, Ken.

You're charged
with one count

of betting fraud,
a "D" felony.

I can have you arraigned
by 2:00.

I can agree
to your release

by your own
recognizance

and have you on the street
lickety-split.

EAMES:
With no chance
of making it

to the subway station
in one piece.

CARVER:
Or... you can

plead guilty to the murder
of Penelope Chai,

and serve your time
in isolation

under the protection
of the Department

of Correction.

I like Plan A better.

Plan A's a death sentence.

I'm not afraid of the Israelis.

Believe me, I've been
in hairier situations.

The cave off of Maui.

That's a walk
in the park.

I once had a parachute pack
refuse to open at 15,000 feet.

I opened it with a penknife...

3,000 feet to spare.

Don't you get scared?

You know, like most people.

You know, but...

I mean, you don't get scared
at all?

I wonder why.

It's a gift.

It allows me to push myself
harder than other people.

Well, you could almost...
trick yourself

into believing
that you're invincible.

Until somebody tags me
with a laser sight,

I'm going to keep going.

Hmm.

Your wife, Kerry...

is that why
she was attracted to you?

'Cause of your...
your self-confidence?

You'd have
to ask her.

I'll tell you this.

She's the reason
I get out of bed in the morning.

She's my prayer warrior.

She believes in you.

It's important.

She knows
I'll never let her down.

You want to know
how she's doing?

'Cause we...
we can, uh...

(clears throat)

Come on.

Your son's watching cartoons

with a social worker.

Why is Kerry in that room?

She doesn't have
anything to do
with anything.

I want to
talk to her.

Since you're under arrest,
Mr. Harris, I can't allow it.

But I can see her.

Um, I'm allowed
to talk to her.

If there's anything
that you need to say to her...

you know,
give her your love or...

How's my husband?

When can I see him?

It shouldn't be
much longer.

Your son's really
liking those cartoons.

He's a very active child.

Just like his dad, huh?

All that... scuba-diving,

and jumping out
of planes.

The thrill a minute.

He trained hard
to do those things.

Kid stays with you.

That's smart.

If anything happens
to Kenny, you know,

one of his parachutes
doesn't open,

or he runs out of...

He can take care of himself.

How-how long have
you been... together?

Since high school.

Those must have been...

exciting years for you.

We had a lot of fun.

Were you with
him when he...

got those speeding tickets?

Going 80 miles an hour
in a 35-mile-an-hour zone?

Was that fun?

You told him
to slow down,

didn't you?

But he didn't.

Now, he wasn't scared?

He never gets scared?

Uh, do you ever
wonder why

he can't sit still,
why he's always looking for...

stimulation?

He's not always like that.

GOREN:
According
to his boss,

he's disruptive.

He plays people.

You ever see
him do that?

No. People like him.

He's manipulative.

He has a high tolerance

for fear stimuli.

Do you understand
what that means?

He has all the traits of a
certain personality type.

It's, uh...

this type... here.

Psychopathic personality.

This isn't Ken.

Yeah.

He knows that he has to change.

Well, there's knowing,

and then
there's doing.

He can do it.

She knows it.

You don't
believe that.

Yes, I do.

Kerry...

you know what
kind of man

you hitched
your wagon to.

You know that
he's not going
to change.

His fearlessness.

This gift.

It's a curse.

You know it's going
to get him killed.

No, it's...

Look it, when you opened
the door this afternoon,

I saw what you were thinking.

Kenny's dead.

No, I didn't think that.

Kenny's not going to die.

Well...

maybe you can
explain this.

We saw this inquiry on
Kenny's credit report.

It's from Colonial
Trust Insurance.

They own Kenny's
insurance policy.

Right?

Last week, you
increased the benefit

from $200,000
to $2 million.

But Kenny doesn't
know, does he?

You want to grow
old with him.

You... you want your son
to have a father.

But you looked at the odds.

And you're betting
that he ain't going to make it.

(Kerry sobbing)

What am I supposed to do?

(sobbing)

He thinks he can't get hurt,

and he won't stop.

He just won't stop.

(sobbing)

(sniffling)

Well, there's your
prayer warrior.

The woman who loves me.

(sobbing)

Who had faith in me.

Now, as far as she's concerned,
your race is run.

GOREN:
Now, if you can't even
make her believe you anymore...

What chance do I really have?

Well, you're...

You're feeling it now.

It's searching you out.

Laser sight.

I got to run the odds.

I got to be quick about it.

How much time do I have?

How much time before
it hits the mark?

Now do we have your attention?

I'll take the deal.

You'll plead
to Ms. Chai's murder.

Yes.

I want protection.

For your wife and child.

For me.

Well, will wonders never cease.

He blinked.

He may be human
after all.

Optimist.

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