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Previously on Wild Cards...

Hi.

- Name?
- Max Mitchell.

Used to work with him
but for some reason

got transferred to sea patrol.

- You're gonna stay on the case.
- Thank you, ma'am.

- Both of you.
- What?

Ma'am, you can't be serious.
She's a con artist.

I know who killed your brother.

You know, she's working
really hard

to get you out of here early.

Sweet, sweet freedom.

I managed to get Jonathan
Ashford's video diary.

It'll tell you everything
you need to know.

You must be willing
to walk away from anyone

at the drop of a hat.

If you cannot,
that's your warning sign

to cut them loose.

Something definitely happened,

but I don't want it
to be weird between us.

Friends?

Friends.

I know who the mole
in the department is.

Commissioner,
you're under arrest.

Take her away.

Guys!

The brass is putting
you on leave.

No, I get it.

What are you gonna do?

Finally take that trip
Daniel talked about?

That's awesome.

You and Marc.

And you if you want to come.

Yeah. I just gotta
see about something first.

Uh-huh, you guys are geniuses.

To access the account,
there are 12 passwords.

Ricky, try "George".

It's 103 million!

Was I crazy to think
she was gonna show?

Go, honey. Go to him.

I'll be fine.

Mom?

♪ One, two, three! ♪

♪ Happy days ain't gotta work ♪

♪ What's the hurry?
On the way ♪

♪ Takin' my time ♪

♪ Gonna shine, ain't no shade ♪

♪ It's a sight to see,
In the breeze ♪

Mickey, I dig the new haircut.

Petrovicz. Have you been
hitting the gym?

You're looking buff.

Carver, how are
the bunions feeling?

Ah.

Whoa, Miss.
Where do you think you're going?

Oh. Hold on.

That's a toy.

Excuse me.

Joey, Max is a
police consultant.

Sorry, Max. He's new.

Don't worry, Joey,
I was new once too.

So where's the action?

It's right up here.
I'll walk you over.

Who are you working with today?

I don't know, but between
you and I,

I hope not Yates.

I thought you liked Yates.

I love her to the moon and back,

but lately she's been
a little bit...

Come on!

Scary.

Morning, Yates.

Is it morning?

I can't even tell anymore.

I just left Simmons
at another crime scene

to come to this one.

That's our 10th open case.

This one's our 11th.

Look, I know we've been
understaffed since Ellis left,

but maybe today things
will turn around.

Are you telling me to turn
that frown upside down?

In a manner of speaking.

It's good advice.

Do you want to hear some advice?

Here we go.

People! I'm officially
declaring this no murder month.

Okay? From this day forth,

should a citizen of our city

murder another,
so help me, goddess,

I will kill you myself.

- What do we got?
- Murder.

I'm gonna need this.

What's the story, Olive?

I just got here,
but here's what we know.

John Doe, no I.D., no wallet.

Early 20s, gunshot to the chest.

They found a 32-caliber bullet.

Went right through him.

Okay, so no leads,
nothing to go on?

Not at the moment.

Great. Another winner.

Call me when you have something.

We got something.

See that blue line
right there in a shirt?

It's chalk.

So you're saying
he's a school teacher?

No. Look at his fingers.

I noticed those, but I don't
know what they're from yet.

It's from playing pool.

Moving the cue back
and forth on the skin.

You got to play
four to six hours a day

to develop calluses like that.

Trust me, I used to play
a lot of pool growing up.

Canvas every pool hall
in a five-mile radius.

I guarantee you someone's
going to recognize him.

Hop to it, Sparky.
You heard the lady.

Nice work, Mitchell.

- Can I have my coffee back?
- No.

All right.
And you're sure about that?

Okay, I'm going to send
an officer your way

to take your statement.
Thank you very much.

All right.

Got an eyewitness
in our carjacking case

that's willing to testify, so,

case number ten closed.

Oh, great.

Because we just
picked up another one.

You're kidding?

Even I'm not that funny.

Max.

Chief wants to see you.

Thanks, Toni.

Ah! Mine.

That's the office
coffee machine.

You need to put it
back in the kitchen.

Never.

Chief, you wanted to see me?

Hey, Max.

You miss me?

Hey.

Hi.

You're back.

I'm back.

Now that the internal
investigation

into the Russo affair is done,

Ellis has been cleared
of any wrongdoing,

and his reinstatement
has been approved.

That's great.

Yeah, and I was just
telling Ellis

that we're pretty
backed up here,

so I'd like him
to start right away.

Well, that's good,
because Yates has been

very overwhelmed
with the caseload.

Right. And since Max
has stayed on as a consultant,

I assumed you two
would partner up again.

Uh, that...

works for me.

Of course.

Great.

Your badge, Detective.

Collect your service
weapon from the armory.

Good to have you back.

It's good to be back, sir.
Thank you.

Oh, and, uh, diggin'
that new haircut, sir.

We think he lost a bet.

Not that I don't like it,
'cause I love it.

Your old silky mane
made you look soft.

Now you look like a bullet.

Deadly and mean.

Get out of my office.

Gone like the wind.

Come on.

Hey, I know that...

Look, can I just say
something first, please?

Sure.

Look, I am sorry
I sprung that whole

"come away with me"
thing onto you.

It was wrong of me to do that.

It was just after years of
trying to find Daniel's killer,

once I finally did, it was like

I was lost.

And I was reaching out for
something to hold on to,

And-and-

that was wrong.

And I see that now, and...

I'm really sorry.

And you do not owe me
any kind of explanation

for why you didn't show up
at the dock, okay?

I mean that.

It's really sweet of you
not to mention anything

in front of Li, but if you
do not want to work together,

I totally understand that.

Just-just give me the word
and I'll make it happen.

Thank you for all of that.

But it's all good.

We can move on.

Onward, upward.

Moving on up.

Okay, great.

Thank you.

It's, uh, it's really good
to see you.

So, where have you
been this last month?

Ah, I took the boat down
to Mexico.

I was gonna travel around
a little bit,

but I ended up just
settling down

in a small surfing town.

What'd you do there?

I ate, drank,

surfed, bummed around
a little bit.

It's hard for me to
imagine you bumming around.

Yeah, it was for me, too.
Trust me.

But, no,
I needed to clear my head.

Honestly, I was trying
to figure out how to just

be myself again, you know?

Well, you do seem
a little bit more chill.

And as long as I don't see you
wearing a puka shell necklace

or asking me to play hackysack,

we'll be okay, because
those are deal breakers.

I think I can manage that.

Honestly, I was surprised to see
you still working here

because, I don't know,

I kinda had this funny feeling

you were gonna
skip town that night.

So good for you.
You proved me wrong.

Well, since my dad
got out of the joint,

he needs to see
his parole officer every week,

we can't leave,

I needed a legit job,

they offered, and...

voila.

Detective Mitchell.

You kept the badge.

Yeah, it was my one
non-negotiable.

Well, I'm glad you made
the choice to stay

instead of going back
to a life of crime.

You are done with
all the crime, right?

Oh, yeah.

All that's behind me.
Dust in the rear view mirror.

Sergeant?

So, anything else going on?

Nothing new in the exciting
life of Max Mitchell.

Um...

Mom?

Hi, Peanut.

It's me.

Oh.

Oh, my god.

Mama.

Vivienne?

Nope. Nothing new.
Just, uh,

same old, same old.

It's Chief Li. He wants us
in the observation room.

Looks like somebody ID'd
your vic from this morning.

Max, you were right.

That's Monte.

He owns the Third Street
Billiards Room.

Yeah.
That's him. Tommy Z.

That's what
everybody called him.

How'd you know him?

He started coming around
my place with his friends

when he was around...

I don't know, 16.

Troublemakers.

I got a lot of kids like that.

Skipping school
and playing pool.

This kid was different.

He was the most gifted
player I have ever seen.

Within a year,
he was beating the pros.

He could have been
one of the all-time greats.

When's the last time
that you saw him?

Last night he came in,

played a few games
and then left.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Can you think of anybody
who might want to mess with him?

No, not this kid.

He lit up every room
he walked into.

You couldn't help but like him.
He was a good kid.

It seems as though Tommy

was a rising star
in the tournament circuit

until about a year ago,

when he stopped
competing professionally.

So why did he stop?

I don't know.

What was Tommy
doing for a living?

I- I don't know.

I mean, this and that.

You know, odd jobs.

Tommy was a pool hustler.

How do you know that?

Well, he won every professional
tournament he was in,

and then he suddenly stopped.

The only reason someone
that good stops competing

is 'cause they don't want
to get recognized in pool halls.

There's a lot more money
to be made travelling across

the country, fleecing players
in unsanctioned contests.

Why didn't Monty tell us that?

Because he doesn't want cops
coming around his place.

Owners usually take
15 percent of the action.

So Tommy left the pool hall
around 2:00 a.m.

and was killed around 2:30 a.m.

It wasn't a random mugging.

Maybe someone followed
him outside of the bar.

Unis took statements
down at the pool hall.

Nobody mentioned
anything suspicious.

That's not surprising.

They are gambling illegally.

Well, if we go in there
flashing badges,

even bedazzled ones,

we'll get a whole lot
of nothing.

Just wanna wish you
good luck with that, new guy.

Because Simmons and I are not
taking on another case.

Vamanos, Simmons.

That was Spanish.

She wants enchiladas.

Did she just call me
the new guy?

Okay, you two
come up with a plan.

Don't I always?

♪ I'm walking my own line ♪

♪ In my own way,
in my own time ♪

Hey everyone.

We heard this is where
the action is.

Who wants to shoot some pool?

♪ When the mist is rising ♪

♪ And the rain is falling ♪

I was hoping for a little more
fanfare than that.

Hey, um,

who do you got to know
around here

to get in on one of
the pool tables?

It'll be a while.

Why, did somebody die?

As a matter of fact, yes.

Oh. My bad.

He was murdered.

- Who was he?
- Tommy Z.

Best pool player in town.

At least he used to be.

Did you know him?

Everybody knew Tommy.

Everybody liked him.

Why is it always
the good ones that...

Do you need a straw? 'Cause...

you're crying into your drink.
- Yeah.

Everyone loved Tommy, right?

I mean, the kid
was overflowing with charm,

and he wasn't only my friend.

He was the best player
I have ever seen.

And maybe...

maybe the only guy who could
have beaten me in my prime.

To Tommy.

To Tommy.

We gonna wrap this up?

I got a game waiting.

Hey. Kid. A little respect.

Ignore him.

No class.

Thanks, Sal.

I guess not everybody
loved Tommy.

I'll start working the tables,
flash some cash around.

Once these locals
sense an easy mark,

their lips will start flapping.

I'm gonna talk
to that lady at the bar.

She seems like a regular,

and I think there's
a little more she wants to say.

Go get her, tiger.

Damn it, kid!

It's not fair.

I'm sorry, Tommy.

I'd give anything to see you
walk through that door again.

Mom, where have you been
for the past 15 years?

Do you remember Monaco?

It's hard to forget, the last
time I saw you.

And that casino con
I wanted to pull?

The one I told you
was too dangerous

and out of our league?

Well, that was just the point.

I wanted us to set
our sights higher.

Reach for that brass ring.

You did it anyway.

Must be something in the genes.

Turns out you were right, dear.

I got caught.

So you've been in prison
all these years?

No. That would have been
much easier and safer.

No. I have been on the run

from Gedeon Varga.

No, Viv.

Who's Gedeon Varga?

No one really knows because
nobody's ever seen his face.

He has his hands in everything.

Extortion, drugs,
smuggling, casinos.

Turns out Varga was behind
the casino I robbed.

How have I never
heard of this guy?

Some say he doesn't
exist, that he's a myth.

That his real talent
is to be invisible.

That's how he stayed
untouchable.

Come on.

These days,
nobody's untouchable.

Gedeon Varga is.

He's the devil himself.

Hey.

Hey.

You said you were looking
for a game?

Rack 'em up, champ.

When I was a little girl,

daddy would always bring my
brothers to the local pool hall

When I asked to go,
do you know what he would say?

Girls can't play pool.

Can you believe that?

My god, that's terrible.

So I gave up.

But I never stopped
dreaming of it.

Then last month, my whole life
flipped like a pancake.

My filthy rich grandma died
and left me everything.

Of course, I did
the decent thing

and bought my daddy
and my brothers

a brand spanking new
double-wide.

But I kept the rest of
Granny's millions for myself.

So now that I'm retired,

I'm gonna learn how to play
some nine ball,

and get a private
massage therapist.

And a personal chef.

Oh, and a dog walker.

Because rich folks
don't need to be

to be picking up
anybody's doo-doo.

Speaking of that.

Hey, Siri, remind me
to get a dog.

Wow. Well, I learned
so much from you.

I feel like I took advantage.

We should have played
for bigger bucks.

Luckily,

there's more
where that came from.

But first, I'm parched.

♪ ... Could I be the one
you love? ♪

Well, I certainly sold my
trailer trash to riches story.

Okay. Did you learn
anything interesting?

Please. Does Netflix
cancel every show I like?

Is oat milk still disgusting?

Hey, Max, just give me
the rundown, please.

Okay. That is Kelly.

Tommy Z's
grief-stricken girlfriend.

And from what everybody says,
she gladly would have

taken a bullet for him.

That there...

is Salvatore,
Tommy's stakehorse.

So he finds all the matches and
puts up the money for the bets.

And pays all expenses
for the three of them

to travel the country, hustling.

Probably takes a nice chunk
of their winnings, too.

If Tommy was his cash cow,
he wouldn't want to kill him.

No.

But he might.

That's José.

I heard Salvatore
originally staked him,

and then Tommy came along,

and, well,
he was just too good, so...

José got kicked to the curb.

Well, I heard
the night Tommy was killed,

Tommy and José played
pool until 2:00 a.m.

Tommy won and then left
with 50 grand.

When they found Tommy's body,
the cash was gone.

Maybe José's jealousy
got the better of him.

He kills Tommy, his known
rival, and then he steals

the 50 K he felt
was rightfully his.

And now José has Salvatore
back as his stakehorse.

Seems like Tommy's death
only benefits José.

I think we just
found your next game.

Blow on it, Reggie, honey,
for good luck.

Anything for you, sugar.

Well, now I'm definitely
gonna win.

You're up.

Well, I don't know
which one to hit first.

They all look so cute.

They're numbered.

You're supposed to...

sink them in order.

Damn, honey.

I guess your blower's busted.

So you knew that guy
who got shot, right?

Timmy something.

Tommy. What about him?

I heard you got beat
by him bad last night.

You wanna talk,
or you wanna play?

Rumour has it
you lost 50 grand. Ouch.

If I win, you gotta promise
not to shoot me.

What the hell are
you talking about?

Sure. I was pissed at Tommy,

but the only thing
I killed last night

was a bottle of rye.

I passed out and woke up
on that table this morning.

José!

Got a game over here.

We're not done playing.

Actually. We're done.

"I passed out"?

Not the most original alibi.

No, but it should be
easy enough to confirm.

What the hell is that?

Voodoo doll.

Of who?

Ellis.

Why do you have a pencil
voodoo doll of Ellis?

To control him.

Find me a licorice
and a marshmallow.

I need to make one of Max.

What's going on?

What're you-what are you doing?

We gotta take them
down a notch, okay?

- Why?
- Wake up, Simmons.

When Ellis left, you and I,
we became the number one team.

The go-to guys.
You know what I mean?

Now that he's back, he could
retake that number one spot,

And I'm not gonna
let that happen.

Okay? I got a taste
of the gold, and I want more.

Okay. Um...

What I think you need
is a nice night's rest,

for us to close a case,

and you'll feel
right as rain, huh?

No voodoo?

No voodoo.

I was gonna make him
do the Macarena.

Give me that.

Come on.

Fine.

Hey, Yates.

Yes?

Do you have any more of these?

No.

Do you have one of me?

No! I don't.

Hand it over.

What were you
gonna do with this?

I talk to it sometimes
when I'm lonely, okay?

There's a lot of hours between
quitting time and clocking in.

It's actually kind of sweet.

I mean, it's weird and creepy.

But it's sweet.

Yeah.

Just out of curiosity,
do you ever wake up

in the middle of the night
doing the tango?

- Give me that. Give me that.
- Yeah. Okay.

Yo, Burt!

Hi, Burt. What's up?

My blood pressure,
cholesterol and rent.

Take it off, you bastard!

Hey! Hey!

What the hell?!

Take it off!
Take it off!

- Jeez.
- Calm down.

Hold on a second.
Is this your jacket or not?

It's Tommy's.
I took it last night.

José was passed out
using it as a blanket.

I was keeping it safe for Tommy.

What's the big deal?

The big deal is that
Tommy's dead.

Wait, what? I-I
I had no idea...

You killed Tommy
and took his coat!

No, no, no, no!

Stop! Stop!

I swear!

Here, take it.

Man, you try to do
a nice thing, huh?

Let me just get something
from the pocket.

Where the hell'd you get that?

You bet big last night and lost.

None of your business.

Oh, yeah? Your two-year-old tab
is my business.

It's okay.

Happy now?

Paid in full.

I guess hell has frozen over.

Well, suddenly I'm not that
thirsty anymore.

Plenty of other establishments

who would appreciate a patron
such as myself.

What's uh, his deal?

Bit of a loser, I'm afraid.
Can never catch a break.

He bet big for José to win
last night.

For a loser, that's
some wad of cash

he was flashing around.

How does a broke gambler
walk in here

with a dead man's jacket
and a pocket full of cash?

What the hell?

Take it easy, Burt.

We just want to know
about the coat.

The coat?
I gave it back.

Who the hell are you, anyways?

The police.
And between Tommy's coat

and that wad of cash
you were flashing around,

you just became
our number one suspect

for this murder.

Since when is it
a crime to borrow a coat?

When that coat is full of cash
and belongs to a murdered man.

I told everyone,
José was sleeping it off.

He was using Tommy's coat
as a blanket.

I didn't want him
to puke all over it.

Oh, you're a prince.
However, Tommy

left Monty's pool hall
with 50 grand in his pocket

and took a bullet in the chest.

When they found the body,
the money was gone.

And today you show up
a newly rich man.

I can explain.

Yeah, so can I.
You got pissed off at Tommy,

you followed him outside
the bar, and then you shot him,

and then you stole his 50 K.

No, I didn't kill Tommy,
I swear.

Burt, you made a big bet
last night, and you lost.

Just admit it.

That bet I placed on José,

It wasn't my money.

Really?

It was Salvatore's money.

He paid Burt to place
the bet on José to win.

Why would Salvatore
bet against his own player?

Because the game was fixed.

Tommy was supposed
to throw the match.

Salvatore knew if he was seen

betting against
one of his own players,

everyone would know
it was fixed.

So he had Burt place
the bet for him.

What he didn't know
is that Tommy placed a bet.

And he didn't throw
the match, he won.

Fifty grand.

So Tommy screwed over Salvatore,

then the kid ends up
shot and robbed.

I don't need
to connect the dots, do I?

We did a little
digging into Salvatore.

Turns out he was a pretty great
pool player himself

back in the day.

Hustled himself across the map.

Yeah, and got the priors
to prove it.

Portland. Winnipeg. Rochester.

Unlawful wagering, theft...

Recurring assault charges.

Not a guy you want to mess with.

Got anything solid
on him on this case?

Not yet.

But if we can find out why
he betrayed him,

then it should
give us a clearer picture

of what happened that night.

Work fast before this
guy hits the road again.

Look, I'm gonna need a minute
to process Burt's release, okay?

I'll be right back.

Okay.

Hey, baby girl.
I've been trying to reach you.

Ricky's back from Zurich
in the morning,

so we gotta make a decision now.

Are we in or out?

Gedeon Varga is not the sort
of man who forgives and forgets.

But if you've never seen Varga,
who caught you?

Tomo Hayashi,
Varga's right hand.

While I was waiting for them
to decide how to dispose of me,

I managed to slip away and
steal a car from a valet stand.

You staged the car accident?

I had to improvise.

Tomo was right on my tail,
so I leapt from the car

before sending it over
the cliff and into the sea.

Rather operatic,
I know, but I...

I really had to sell it.

And the money you stole?

Unfortunately, it went down
with the car.

But Varga didn't believe
you were really dead.

Not without a body.

I hoped he'd think
I'd been swept out to sea.

But every time I felt safe,
I'd hear a report

that Varga was still looking
for me.

Like I said, the guy really
knows how to hold a grudge.

But the only saving grace
was that he thought

that I was working alone.

He didn't know my identity,

nor did he know about you
or your father.

That's the secret
that kept you both safe.

So why did you come back?

Over the years, I found moments
to watch the two of you.

From afar, because I knew
the risks of getting too close.

But I just missed
you both so terribly.

Then you landed in prison,
and it was impossible

to keep eyes on you,
and I just felt...

Like I'd been cut off
from my heartbeat.

When I heard you
were being released.

I just...

I had to be there.

Hey.

We did it.

Oh.

What I didn't know
was that Varga had uncovered

one of my aliases,

which tripped
an alert at the border,

and Tomo Hayashi
caught up with me.

With an ultimatum from Varga.

Repay every last cent
I stole, or...

Or he'll kill you?

No. If it was just that,
she wouldn't have come back.

When Hayashi found me
outside the prison,

unfortunately,
you were all exposed.

So all those years
of being so careful,

just gone in an instant.

So if you don't pay Varga back.

We're all dead.

How much do you owe?

Well, it's not a small
amount of money per se.

How much, Vivienne?

A hundred million.

It's not exactly
chump change. Call me.

There isn't much time left.

Hey. You all right?

Yeah.

You ready to find out why
Tommy screwed over Salvatore?

Baby, I was born ready.

Wow.

You got more game than
a truck stop arcade.

You ever think about getting
yourself a stakehorse,

like Salvatore?

Nah.

Well, I hear he and Tommy had
a pretty sweet deal going on.

Sweet can turn sour awful quick.

Are you saying that their
love boat started leaking?

I heard them arguing
outside in the alley.

I was taking out the trash,

and the two of them
were really going at it

after the big game
between Tommy and José.

So what were they
fighting about?

I only caught bits and
pieces, so I can't be sure.

But...

lately I've heard a rumour.

I don't think it was about pool.

It was a bigger problem.

- Like what?
- Like girl problems.

You've heard two's company,
three's a crowd?

Travelling around together,
two guys and one girl?

Are you saying Kelly cheated
on Tommy with Salvatore?

Sal's got money.
He's a charmer.

Wouldn't doubt he snuck in
a side pocket shot

when the real player
wasn't looking.

Double or nothing?

Maybe later.

So,

you heard the rumours, too?

Certainly explains why Tommy
stuck it to him

with his "screw you" win.

He was punishing Salvatore for
sleeping with his girlfriend.

Nothing like a messy romance
to foul up a good partnership.

Speak of the devils.

Lovers spat?

I don't know.
Let's find out, shall we?

I know, I know it hurts, honey.

I was a wreck when
my Robert died.

But day after day, you just
figure out how to survive.

Thanks, Myrna.

And gin helps.
Make it two this time.

Make it three.

I'm buying.

Oh!

You're lucky you have
such amazing people

to help you
get through this, Kelly.

Amen to that.

Now...

If you will excuse me,
mama's got a tinkle.

Oh!

Oh, jeez.
Myrna, careful!

Why do you have a gun?

No, no, no, that's not mine.

Wait a minute.

Hold on a second.

It's a 38-millimetre, same
calibre gun that killed Tommy.

That's my gun, Kelly.

How the hell did you get
my gun out of my safe?

I've never seen it before.
I didn't do this.

One of the rounds
has been fired.

You need to call the cops.

No, no, no, no, no, no!
We don't call the cops.

This is your gun.

And it might have
killed someone.

So unless you want
to go down for that,

I'd pick up that phone
and start dialing.

Wait. What are you...

You're cops?

Yeah. We are.

I'm a cop. She's not.

I have a badge.

It's bedazzled, Max.

He's just jealous.

Kelly, the ballistics
report just came back

and your gun is a match
for the murder weapon.

I told you, it's not my gun.

Somebody put it there.

Did you kill Tommy because you
were having an affair with Sal?

I would have never cheated
on Tommy.

Somebody started
that stupid rumour.

I was trying to get
Tommy to leave Salvatore.

Why?

Tommy used to love the game
just for the joy of it.

But when Salvatore
recruited him,

and the money started
rolling in, he changed.

Money became all he cared about.

The last trip
we did was the worst.

Took this guy in Winnipeg
for everything he had.

The guy was clearly
in over his head.

But Salvatore kept saying
that wasn't our problem.

What were you and Sal
arguing about?

Salvatore always
held on to the winnings,

and now he won't give me
Tommy's cut.

Says Tommy screwed him on
the last game so he's owed.

Where were you

when Tommy walked
out of the bar that night?

I stayed around
till past 3:00

hoping Tommy would cool off
and come back.

But he never did.

Now I know why.

So, you believe her?

I do.
I think she loved Tommy.

Besides, why keep the
murder weapon in your purse?

Maybe Salvatore shot Tommy
and planted the gun on her.

Or Kelly actually did do it,

and she was just waiting
for the right time

to put the gun back in the safe.

Do you really believe that?

You gotta remember,
this whole thing

is centred around a rumour
of an alleged affair.

So either it's true,
or the whole thing's a frame-up

to make him look guilty,
but who would do that?

Somebody who had access
to the safe,

and somebody who hated
Tommy enough to kill him.

Somebody who had access
to the safe.

What are you thinking?

Give me a sec.

Bingo.

Hey.

You wanna play a game?

Me?

No. I don't play anymore.

Okay, well,
I'm sure someone else

will want to play for this 20K.

Hey.

What the hell, huh?

For old-time's sake.

I guess I still got it.

That's what everybody says.

Hey, Tommy had his last game
at this table, didn't he?

I heard it was one hell
of a game.

Tooth and nail
to the end, right?

But nobody knew that
the game was fixed.

It was not.

Then why did you have Burt bet
against Tommy on your behalf?

Because the game was fixed.

Tommy was supposed to throw
the match, but he didn't.

What? You fixed the game
in my place?

It was Salvatore's idea.
I just went along with it.

Are you crazy?

Sal, what the hell
are you thinking?

What is all this?

Focus, Sal, you got 20K
on the line.

♪ ... I put a hex on you ♪

Oh. My turn.

Okay, so let's review here.

Tommy was supposed to throw
the game, but didn't.

Because of that,

it makes sense that people
heard you arguing

about the fact
that he beat José.

That wasn't the only thing

you two were arguing
about that night, was it?

There was juicy goss

going around that you were
sleeping with Kelly,

and Tommy caught wind of it.

I never touched Kelly.

I mean, I know that,
but Tommy didn't,

and he was pissed.

And that's why he decided
to screw you over on the game.

Who the hell are you?

Somebody who likes
to play games.

Speaking of,
there was somebody else

who was playing you,

and everyone else in this bar.

That affair rumour
wasn't just gossip.

Somebody started
that for a reason.

You want to know who that was?

It was Myrna.

The lady who's
always at the bar.

I think her name's Myrna.

Who are y'all looking at?

Myrna told everyone
that Salvatore

was sleeping with Kelly.

What?
I didn't do anything.

Do you remember Winnipeg?

Yeah. What about it?

There was a man there,

and you took him for
all that he was worth.

He was already way over
his head in the game.

Not to mention that his
house was triple mortgaged.

He was humiliated that he was
about to lose his house,

so he killed himself,
leaving behind his wife, Myrna.

She's crazy!

Oh, really?
So you're saying this isn't you?

When you found out
who hustled your husband,

you wanted to get even.

So you followed the trio
back to the pool hall,

and you set yourself up
as some innocent barfly.

You kept up the character
for weeks,

noticing the trio's
personalities,

their insecurities, weaknesses,

making up rumours about them
all to set them up.

And then there's the matter
of the gun.

It was in that moment
I saw the reflection,

of the safe keypad,
from where I was standing.

And then I realized
I'm in Myrna's spot.

You took the gun
from Monty's safe,

killed Tommy with it,
and planted it on Kelly.

Nuts!

You can't prove anything.

Actually we can.

Because Tommy's stolen cash

was just recovered
at your hotel room.

It's over, Myrna.
You can drop the act now.

That little punk ruined my life.

He deserved what he got.

Myrna, you're under arrest
for murder.

Now that you got your revenge,

I really hope
the life sentence was worth it.

You're a cop?

Yeah.
Are you coming?

In a sec.

All right, let's go, Myrna.
Let's go.

And by the way, Sal?

Never hustle a hustler.

Just like old times.

Nice work, you two.

Thank you, sir.

Who's the best?

Aw. Thanks, Yates.

We are. That's who.

Okay.

Just solved another case,
so, drinks on us.

Drinks on you.

- Drinks on me.
- Coming?

Sure. I'll come.

Rain check.

I just got back.
The boat's a mess.

Boo.

See you at Brownie's.

Next time. Promise.

Nice work today, partner.

I guess the Dream Team
is back together.

Yeah, I guess it is.

Well, uh, don't spend
too long on that report.

I don't think anybody reads
them anyways.

Right.

Um. Hey, uh,

I know we didn't get a chance
to chat much today,

so I just wanted to ask,

you doing okay?

Yeah.

Why?

No, it was just a
couple of moments today

where I felt like...

I don't know, like there was
something on your mind.

Nope. Not me.

Not a care in the world.

Okay. Just me.

Well, have a good night.

You too.

We need to talk.

Sidebar, please.

Look, I don't want to speak ill
of your undead mother here,

but are you kidding me?

She shows up out of the blue
asking for 100 million

the same night we finally
get the Ashford money?

It's a little convenient.

There's no way she knows
about the Ashford money.

And I know it looks bad,
but coincidences do happen.

She's a professional liar.

So are we.

She abandoned you.

Left you to raise Max all alone.

Do you really want to hand
her our hard-earned dough?

It's not a question of want.
Gedeon Varga is no joke.

If what she says is true,

we'll all be dead
if we don't pony up the cash.

If it's true. I vote no.

Look, it's going to take at
least a month to get the money

out of the Swiss accounts,

launder it to cash
and get it back here.

We might as well get started.

We can decide later.

Oh, honey. I'm sorry.

I can't imagine
what you're going through.

Whatever you want to do,
we'll do.

Everything's set for tonight?

Are you sure about this?

Yeah. It's the only way
for a fresh start.

Get the money off to Varga,

and let's just
be done with this.

Bon voyage, hundo million.

We could have been
great together.

Okay, well, let me know

if anything goes wrong
with the handoff, okay?

Where are you?

Just finished grabbing
a bite with the team,

and I have one more stop
to make.

Police!

Come out with your hands up!

Marc.

Hi.

Max? What, um...

What are you doing here?

Ronnie's egg rolls
were extra greasy tonight,

and I didn't want you
to miss out on the heartburn.

But I see you got
other dinner plans.

Is Marc getting steak tonight?

You lucky boy.

No, actually, Max,

I should have mentioned
this earlier, but...

Hi.

Max, this is, uh, Jessica.

Wow. Finally. I've heard
so much about you.

Oh. Nice to meet you.

Uh, we met down in Mexico.

She was taking some time off,
and so was I, and uh,

anyway, she's a journalist.

Uh, are you still on vacation?

No, I live here in town.

Do you want to stay for dinner?

Oh, no.
No, that's okay, I-

I gotta go. Um,

I was just dropping off
these egg rolls.

They pair really great
with the steak.

Right.

Have a good night.

Yeah. Yeah. Good night.

Nice to meet you.

She seems really nice.

Yeah. She, uh, she is.

I'm gonna grab a beer.
You want one?

Yeah. Great. Thanks.

Ricky.

We need two pints of ice cream
and a '90s rom-com, stat.

What's going on?

Who are you?

This is Tomo Hayashi.

I'm here on behalf of Mr. Varga.

I was just explaining
to your family

that there's been
a misunderstanding.

You see, Mr. Varga
demands payment in full

before the deadline.

That doesn't cover it?

This money covers Vivienne's
original debt of $98 million.

But after 15 years
with inflation and interest,

you're about 30 million short.

Oh, no.
That's news to me.

When's the deadline?

It's in exactly 20 minutes.

- Well, that's impossible.
- It is.

Which is why Mr. Varga

is offering another way to pay
your remaining debt.

Oh, that is so sweet of him.

It's a task suited
to your skills.

If you accomplish it,
he will consider you debt free.

No! We've already done
everything he's asked.

For all we know, he'll keep
pushing the goalposts.

Either he'll take the cash
or we'll disappear with it.

You can run, but

you'd be drastically
underestimating

Varga's resources.

You'd leave
the others unprotected.

What others?

You may be willing
to risk your lives, but...

will you risk theirs?

What's the job?

You are going
to steal us a diamond.