The Pretender was created by Steven Long Mitchell & Craig W. Van Sickle
Jarod becomes head of security at a Las Vegas casino as he attempts to solve the mystery behind the assault of a showgirl.
Sydney and Miss Parker speak with a junkyard owner about Jarod’s latest activities. The owner explains that Jarod busied himself reading hundreds of books about mathematics and science. He also describes how Jarod sat in a rocking chair for fourteen hours flipping a half-dollar. Sydney peruses a book Jarod left behind entitled Making Odds Even and realizes it’s a message of some sort. Meanwhile, in a Las Vegas casino, Jarod, now Mr. Felson, uses his vast knowledge to win over a hundred thousand dollars.
The casino management grows suspicious and has Jarod escorted into the office of Peter Morgan. But it soon becomes apparent that Jarod deliberately attracted attention so he could meet Morgan in person, and to show his goodwill, returned his winnings. Jarod then shows Morgan how an unscrupulous pit dealer, Martin Rawlings, has been cheating the casino via sleight of hand. Jarod then exposes Morgan’s security chief, Davis, as being a participant. Morgan fires Davis then hires Jarod as his replacement.
Later, Jarod strikes up a friendship with an Elvis impersonator named Bernie Baxley. Meanwhile, back at the Centre, Sydney points out that Jarod traced over every number “8” in a statistics book found at the junkyard. Jarod becomes enamored with the children’s book Curious George and asks a little girl if she can identify the Man in the Yellow Hat.
Peter Morgan introduces Jarod to Steve Hanlon, the casino club’s owner, who gives him permission to do whatever it takes to keep corruption out of his business. A short time later, Morgan introduces Jarod to his wife, Kitty. Morgan then tells Jarod that, deep down, Steve Hanlon is very much “old Vegas.” Later, Jarod makes his way to a hospital, where he visits showgirl Maggie Blair, who lapsed into a coma after being physically assaulted by an unknown assailant. Anxious to catch Jarod, Miss Parker turns to a wiseguy named Johnny for help. She tells him that unless he cooperates and locates Jarod, she will expose his stolen car operation. In return for his help, she offers to pay him handsomely.
Bernie the Elvis Impersonator informs Jarod that the casino is no longer interested in his act. Jarod approaches Morgan and Hanlon about financial discrepancies for the month of July. Morgan explains how a showgirl was attacked in the casino’s parking garage, causing revenue to drop some thirty percent. As Hanlon and Morgan explain, a megabuster jackpot hit two days later, and customers began returning. Later, Jarod examines surveillance video taken by a camera in the casino’s garage area. By closely examining the tape, he realizes the footage was actually photographed much earlier than indicated on the tape’s front label. He receives another break when he realizes a mark left on Maggie’s face matches an oddly-shaped wristwatch warn by Peter Morgan. In flashback, a Young Jarod attempts to solve Marilyn Monroe’s “murder.” Sydney and Broots react when Jarod mails a “barrel full of monkeys” figure to the Centre. Later, Johnny tells Miss Parker that Jarod can be found in the Marquis Casino in Las Vegas. Meanwhile, Jarod approaches Kitty and accuses her of having found the real security tape taken on the night of the attack, which clearly shows Maggie leaving the Marquis with her husband, Peter Morgan. Jarod warns that Morgan has a history of abusing women, and shows her his rap sheet to prove his claim. Kitty is horrified. Jarod telephones Hanlon and Morgan and warns that he has found yet another serious problem with the casino. He arranges to meet both men the following morning.
The next day, Jarod tells Peter Morgan that someone has been double counting cash outlays. He also tells Morgan that it’s his belief that the scam is tied to an armored car courier service. Jarod convinces Morgan that if he, the casino president, greets the courier personally, the courier will play right into his hands. Later, Morgan tells the courier it’s “business as usual.” But he is unaware that the courier is actually Bernie (the Elvis impersonator) in disguise. Jarod shows Hanlon video footage of the exchange between Morgan and the courier making it seem as if Morgan was in on the scam.
Outraged, Hanlon has his men beat up Morgan (just as Morgan has assaulted Maggie). Jarod exits Hanlon’s office. Soon after, Miss Parker, Sydney and some Sweepers spot him. A chase ensues, but Jarod uses his status as head of security to have them all detained. Later, as Sydney and Miss Parker search Jarod’s old lair, a maid presents Sydney with a copy of Curious George. Inside is an inscription: “To the man in the yellow hat, from the monkey who got away.” Jarod, now acting as a member of the National Wildlife Federation, releases a monkey back into the jungle.
In a junkyard | |
Miss Parker | People just don’t sit around in a junkyard for a month. |
Junkyard Man | Mr. Woods said he was tired of being on the road and wanted some peace and quiet. He wanted to catch up on his reading. Like there was money in it; that man read night and day. |
Sydney | Read? |
Miss Parker | Read what, exactly? |
Junkyard Man | Books. Hundreds of ’em. Look at all these. |
Sydney | Mr. Woods brought all of these with him? |
Junkyard Man | Most of them were delivered when he bought out the stock from the old library. |
Sydney | All of these are about mathematics and science. |
Miss Parker | Same here. |
Junkyard Man | Mr. Woods was a big science nut. Once, he spent fourteen hours sitting in this rocking chair flipping half dollars. Miss Parker Fourteen hours? |
Junkyard Man | Weird huh? Said ah heads were better odds, somethin’ about the surface and ah, ah… aerodynamics. Except for dimes, he said never bet with a dime. Didn’t say why. |
Miss Parker | Factoring Statistics. Physics and Random Probabilities. Yeah, I think I’ll wait for the movie on that epic. Making Odds Even. |
Sydney | May I? Jarod’s left a message. We’re close. |
Miss Parker | We’re nowhere, except where Jarod wants us. |
Junkyard Man | Why would a man want to learn so much? |
Miss Parker | Damn good question. |
Marquis Casino | |
Dealer | Blackjack! |
Davis | The guy on table nine is killing us. |
Pit Boss | On my way. |
Davis | This guy’s gotta be a cheat. |
Pit Boss | Ah, no. There’s no way he’s counting eight decks. |
Dealer | Another winner! |
Onlooker | All right! |
Davis | How much is he up? |
Pit Boss | Over a hundred grand, it’s gotta be. |
Davis | What? |
Pit Boss | The chief, Mr Morgan approved his increased credit limit. |
Davis | Who the hell is this guy? |
Pit Boss | Ivy come here. What’s he drinking? |
Ivy | Dr. Pepper. |
Pit Boss | Offer Cristall or Stoli. |
Ivy | I tried that. He wants Dr. Pepper. Excuse me please. Dr. Pepper. |
Jarod | Heads. |
Ivy | Ten in a row. |
Dealer | All bets are down. |
Jarod | Be my luck. |
Ivy | Mister, I couldn’t even win the big half of a wishbone. Hi, I’m Ivy. |
Dealer | Mr. Felson? |
Jarod | Hit me. |
Dealer | House stands on seventeen. Twenty-two. The House wins. |
Ivy | See? I’m a total jinx. |
Jarod | You can only be a jinx if you believe in luck. Do you believe in luck? |
Ivy | No. |
Dealer | Blackjack. |
Jarod | Neither do I. |
Dealer | And another Blackjack. |
Davis | That’s it. I’ll deal with Mr Morgan. Shut him down. |
Jarod | So much for jinx. Let it ride. |
Intro | |
Pit Boss | If he’s counting cards, I can’t catch it. |
Davis | You think this is a game? |
Jarod | Well this is Las Vegas. Isn’t everything? |
Davis | This is the guy Mr. Morgan. |
Morgan | Like to count cards do you? Davis? |
Davis | His name is Jarod Felson. I ran his ID. Cruise ships to Monte Carlo. Ah, didn’t find a file on him anywhere. |
Morgan | I’m honored. Mr. Felson has selected the Marquis Casino for his first scam. Who here thinks that makes Mr. Felson a complete idiot? |
Jarod | Maybe your Security Chief didn’t dig deep enough. Why don’t you try the FBI file under RICO? |
Morgan | You run rackets? |
Jarod on screen | Hello Mr. Morgan. |
Morgan | You set this up. You knew we’d have this conversation. |
Jarod | Not bad for a complete idiot. |
Davis | Where are your Blackjack winnings? |
Jarod | I had them delivered to Mr. Morgan’s office by a very nice young lady named Ivy. |
Morgan | You’re giving me the money back? |
Jarod | Money doesn’t interest me. |
Morgan | If not money, what does interest you? |
Jarod | I’m not here to make a fool of you Mr. Morgan, or to rip you off. |
Morgan | So what do you want? |
Jarod | Excuse me. You have an incredible security system Mr. Morgan. It’s a shame no one here knows how to use it. The bet was a thousand dollars. What did the dealer pay out? |
Morgan | Purple chip. A grand. |
Jarod | Meet Martin Rawlings. He’s been dealing Blackjack here for ten years. |
Morgan | He’s the best dealer we have. |
Jarod | Well that’s too bad because he’s about to lose his job. He used to work at a magic club in Kentucky. His specialty, slight of hand. An extra thousand for the plant; he passes it to the courier. |
Morgan | Gave the chip to the waitress. Where’s she going? |
Jarod | Forget the courier. Focus on the chip; because it and dozens like it are on the way to your Security Chief’s mace holster. |
Davis | Mr. Morgan. |
Morgan | Remove it! |
Davis | Please. I’ve worked here for ten years all of a sudden some jerk in a shiny suit… |
Morgan | Help him! That’s over ten thousand dollars. Get him outta here. |
Jarod | It’s not gonna stop here. A casino. It’s always a target. |
Morgan | So Mr. Felson, what do you want? |
Jarod | Five percent of what you don’t lose while I’m in charge. |
Bernie | Now don’t you little ladies forget. Come see my show tonight. There’s no cover, there’s no minimum and there’s free hot hors d’ouvers. I’ll see y’all later. Bye bye. Thank you very much. Huh! Hey there teddy bear! You come to rub elbows with the King of Rock ‘n’ Roll? |
Jarod | No, I’m trying to understand this. You dress up in a rented costume and you pretend to be a dead singer? |
Bernie | Singer? Son do you have any idea who I am? |
Jarod | Well actually I would assu… |
Bernie | You are looking at a national monument. Mount Rushmore in Blue Suede Shoes. There’s not a human being on God’s green earth that has ever demanded the attention and respect than the man you are looking at this very moment. |
Ivy | Hey Bernie, some guy at the craps table says he’ll give you five bucks to goose his wife. |
Bernie | I’ll be right there. Well my fans beckon. I must go. Thank you very much! |
Broots | That is the last of them. I’ve run everyone of these through the mainframe and I can, I can still find no correlation. |
Sydney | Hmm. |
Broots | Although there, there is something to be said for Jarod’s theory on the aerodynamics of a fifty cent piece. Heads. Okay. |
Sydney | Jarod is trying to tell me something, and this book is the clue. |
Miss Parker | That’s a hell of clue Syd. Jarod has highlighted the entire book. |
Sydney | But look at this page of statistics. He traced over all the number eights. Now eight is Jarod’s favorite number. His favorite figure. He calls it upright infinity because of the way one loop coils into the next, never ending. |
Miss Parker | Maybe your Boy Wonder has turned into Brian Boitano. |
Sydney | Uh mm. Jarod is looking for a purpose. |
Miss Parker | He’s playing games. |
Sydney | Games? Games with numbers? High stakes games? High stakes poker? Baccarat. |
Miss Parker | Well that narrows it down to any of the thousands of gaming establishments on the planet. |
Sydney | Any ideas of where to start? |
Miss Parker | I know just the man to see. |
Jarod | Hello. Have you read this? It’s… It’s very good. It’s about this inquisitive little monkey named George. |
Girl | He was curious. I’ve only read it about a thousand times. |
Jarod | Oh, well, good. Then maybe you could help me. Who is the man in the yellow hat? |
Girl | I don’t know. |
Jarod | Oh well. Thank you anyway. |
Girl | Okay. |
Morgan | Jarod. It’s about time. Hanlon’s been asking for ya. |
Jarod | Asking for me? |
Morgan | Exposing Davis’ scam saved him more money than his creative accountant ever did. Steve Hanlon, Jarod Felson. |
Jarod | It’s a pleasure to meet you sir. |
Hanlon | Well, I want to thank you for helping us out. You know here at the Marquis we think of ourselves as family. Nothing worse than being betrayed by those close to you. It’s really impressive the way you came in and cleaned house. I guess the only question I have is why? Why would a man I’ve never heard of, never laid eyes on step in to help my business out of the blue like that? |
Jarod | I’m a fan Mr Hanlon. You took a no-name video store. You turned it into an empire. You listen to people. You give them what they want. I like that. |
Hanlon | You study people, too. |
Jarod | Master Your Space. |
Hanlon | My lecture at Brownstone. That must have been, uh, twelve years ago. |
Jarod | It was 11. And it was the first time you used “family first” as the company motto. |
Hanlon | You were there? |
Jarod | No sir. But I bought the cassette. I wore out my tape player. |
Hanlon | Peter, watch out. I might steal this man for corporate. |
Jarod | Well thank you sir. We finally got corruption out of the Marquis. I would like to keep it that way. |
Hanlon | Jarod, you have my permission to do whatever it takes. |
Jarod | I thank you sir. |
Morgan | Jarod. This is my wife, Kitty. Kitty, Jarod Felson, our new Security Chief. |
Jarod | Nice to meet you. |
Kitty | It’s a pleasure Mr. Felson. |
Jarod | I saw your picture in the lobby. |
Kitty | Ah … |
Morgan | Kitty used to head-line the show here. |
Kitty | Ah, I need to steal Mr. Hanlon for a moment. Nice to meet you Mr. Felson. |
Jarod | Nice to meet you. |
Morgan | So you’re a company man, huh? |
Jarod | I agree with Mr. Hanlon’s theories on family, if that’s what you mean. |
Morgan | The only thing that Hanlon likes about family is the appropriating part. He spends millions building this playground and proclaims families now have a reason to vacation together. |
Jarod | And you don’t think they do? |
Morgan | At a casino? Jarod people who never even dreamed of gambling now think it’s sanctioned by God. Add a few flashy arcades even the damn kids go home broke. Don’t let Hanlon fool ya. He may talk the new corporate attitude of this town but deep down, he’s still Old Vegas. |
Hospital | |
Jarod | I’m sorry it took me so long to get here Maggie. |
Buddy | Visiting hours are over at eight. I thought she was all alone. |
Jarod | Well, she’s not alone anymore. |
Buddy | No offense, uhh… she isn’t going to wake up. |
Jarod | I know. But it doesn’t mean she can’t hear me. My name’s Jarod. |
Buddy | Oh, name’s Buddy. Nice to meet you. |
Jarod | Buddy? If-if anything happens to her, will you page me? |
Buddy | I didn’t mean to sound cold before but um, I’ve learned not to get too attached. But it is nice to know… someone gives a damn. |
New York City | |
Sydney | Miss Parker, what are we doing here? |
Miss Parker | Saying hello to an old friend. Hey, I know that you’re excited to keep me but keep it in your pants, Vito. Sydney, say hello to Johnny. Johnny’s brother hacked into the computer profiles of one of our satellite companies in Chicago. Now he’s serving ten hard in Joliet. |
Johnny | What do you want? |
Miss Parker | He’s working a con in a casino. |
Johnny | This face? He’s not a con. He’s not the type. |
Sydney | He’s every type. |
Miss Parker | Find him for me. |
Johnny | Pass. |
Miss Parker | Mmm. Not an option. Because you know I heard that at three o’clock tomorrow you’re shipping out a boat load of stolen cars to Venezuela. Now if you don’t want the Port Authority all over your little boat, well… |
Johnny | You wouldn’t. |
Miss Parker | Wanna bet? Fifty thousand for information. No questions asked. |
Jarod | Hey! |
Bernie | Well, welcome to Heartbreak Hotel. |
Jarod | What are you doing here? You should be on stage. |
Bernie | Oh no. There, there’s no more stage for the King. The casino fired me. |
Jarod | I’m sorry. Did it have something to do with that bird thing? |
Bernie | Bird thing? |
Jarod | The goose? |
Bernie | No. No, they said that they’d had complaints about the show. So I’ve put on twenty or thirty pounds. You think it’s easy being the idol of millions? |
Jarod | I would guess.. no. |
Bernie | You’re damn right it isn’t. I sacrificed everything. I did it ’cause I.. I loved it. It’s what the people wanted. I just wish some of those casino big wigs would spend one hour wearing the cape, huh …. just one hour. I tell ya what, they’d walk away singing a different tune. I guaran-damn-tee you. |
Jarod | Well, couldn’t you get a job at another casino? |
Bernie | No. No, buddy boy. After twenty-four years of making people smile, singing the songs and… spreading the good vibrations, I’m afraid it’s the end of the line for the King. No, we … we had one hell of a ride though, didn’t we? |
Jarod | I bet you did. |
Bernie | Um, look, I…I’m sorry I’m spilling my guts and I don’t even know your name. |
Jarod | Jarod Felson. |
Bernie | Bernie Baxley. |
Jarod | Well it’s nice to meet you Bernie Baxley. |
Bernie | Thanks. Jarod… I’m scared. |
Jarod | Of what? |
Bernie | Him. |
Sydney | Sydney. |
Jarod | Hello Sydney. |
Sydney | Jarod. Good to hear from you. |
Jarod | It’s been a while. |
Sydney | Where are you calling from? |
Jarod | You’ll figure that out sooner or later. I’m counting on later. |
Sydney | Counting on or betting on? |
Jarod | You are so well read. You know something? It’s such a pleasure to have the freedom to read whatever I want these days. |
Sydney | Why the games Jarod? |
Jarod | It’s in the mail. |
Sydney | Jarod? |
Jarod | I’m having trouble understanding the account totals from July. |
Morgan | Guy even works on his day off. |
Jarod | You pay me to locate discrepancies and I can’t reconcile the figures against last year. Specifically, July. |
Morgan | Just set it aside. |
Jarod | Set it aside? |
Hanlon | Jarod there’s a reason those numbers don’t match. |
Morgan | One of our show girls was attacked in the parking garage. |
Hanlon | Our revenue dropped thirty percent for three days. It was an anomaly. |
Morgan | Not to mention the publicity nightmare. Fortunately, the megabuster jackpot hit two days later and everybody came back. |
Hanlon | Sometimes Lady Luck even smiles on the house. |
Ivy | Thanks for the escort Mr. Felson. None of us walk alone anymore, not since Maggie … |
Jarod | Maggie. She was the woman that was attacked? |
Ivy | Correct. |
Jarod | You knew her? |
Ivy | Well, I’d seen her in the show and around, backstage, you know? |
Jarod | I-I read in the paper that there was no evidence of a robbery. |
Ivy | No. The night that it happened the showroom was completely packed. It was the Fourth of July. Maggie was so happy. She just landed the lead in a big show in Atlantic City. |
Jarod | Maggie was leaving town? |
Ivy | Yeah, I guess so. I know I would. God, it happened right here. Gardenias. |
Jarod | Excuse me? |
Ivy | Oh, Maggie always wore a gardenia in her hair. I know it sounds strange but every time I pass this spot I swear I can smell Gardenias. Listen, thanks. |
Jarod | Sure. Drive safe. |
Ivy | Thank you. |
DSA | |
Young Jarod | This is weird Sydney. It doesn’t make sense. I made it inside. She doesn’t hear me. The hallway’s dark. It smells like… flowers. I round a corner. |
Sydney | To where? |
Young Jarod | The kitchen. I’m getting closer. I know they made her do things that she didn’t want to do. Did she do something wrong. |
Sydney | Keep going Jarod. Now focus on the killer and not the victim. |
Young Jarod | Is the woman on the bed her old self or her new self? |
Sydney | They are the same person. |
Jarod | She doesn’t think so. |
Sydney | You have what you need to complete the simulation. |
Jarod | But, I don’t know why he’s there. Is he trying to kill Norma Jean or Marilyn? I’m confused. |
Sydney | Finish the simulation. |
Young Jarod | It just seems so unfair. No one should have to die alone. Something’s wrong with this picture. |
Jarod | Something’s wrong with this picture too, Sydney. |
Preparations | |
Jarod | Somebody’s luck just ran out. |
Show Girl | Thanks for the escort Mr. Felson. |
Jarod | It was my pleasure. Now, you’re absolutely sure that you don’t know who this man in the yellow hat was? |
Show Girl | Sorry. My car’s right here. |
Jarod | Well, have a good night. |
Show Girl | Thanks. |
Broots | This was just delivered. |
Miss Parker | Come on Sydney. We have a plane to catch. |
Jarod | Packing up huh? |
Bernie | Gotta stay mobile son. You know, I was thinking about heading back east. You know, try Branson. Vegas has changed, you know. Not much in a city like this for an old dog like me. Thanks. Oh. That is an official piece of Graceland memorabilia. |
Jarod | Well, it’s very nice. |
Bernie | Oh, kid, you know. You should see the house in person. It’s uh…. The King named it for his momma. People talk about how Elvis let himself go there near the end. How he stopped caring about the people, the music. To me it was just the opposite. |
Jarod | The opposite? |
Bernie | Yeah! He cared too much. He ran so fast, so quick, he didn’t have anything left to finish the race. Too bad I won’t be able to finish it for him. |
Jarod | You never know Bernie. Sometimes a change of scenery can do you good. |
Bernie | Maybe. |
Jarod | It’s okay Maggie. You’re not alone. |
Miss Parker | Sooo, where is he? |
Johnny | It’s a hundred grand. |
Sydney | That was not the arrangement. |
Miss Parker | Actually Sydney, it was. |
Johnny | Your boy is in the ah, Marquis Casino, Vegas. It’s always a pleasure taking white collars to the cleaners. |
Miss Parker | I know what you mean. I brought two hundred thousand dollars with me. Who knew you would be such a cheap date. Come on Syd, we’re going to Las Vegas; a place where maybe even you could get lucky. |
Receptionist | Hospital administration. Can you hold please? |
Jarod | Ah yes, I’ll hold. Yes. I would like to arrange to pay Maggie Blaire’s hospital bills. They have? Could you tell me by whom? Thank you. |
Grave Site | |
Jarod | I thought you’d come. |
Kitty | I wanted to pay my respects. |
Jarod | Just like you paid for Maggie’s hospital bills? For this funeral? You found the videotape, didn’t you? |
Kitty | What? |
Jarod | The real security tape from the night of the attack. The one that Peter made sure the police never saw. It shows Maggie leaving the Marquis with your husband. They were having an affair weren’t they? |
Kitty | Who are you? |
Jarod | Somebody who doesn’t believe that Maggie deserved her fate. |
Kitty | I don’t know what you’re talking about. |
Jarod | You don’t have to pretend like it’s not happening anymore. |
Kitty | You don’t understand. He doesn’t mean to hurt me. |
Jarod | Yes he does. This is your husband’s rap sheet. You’re not the first person that he’s hurt. And unless he’s stopped Maggie’s not going to be the last person he kills. |
Kitty | My God! |
Jarod | Kitty… I’m here because I want to help you. I can stop him… if you help me. |
Kitty | No. No. I-I can’t do that. When I told him that… that Maggie was dead and that I knew what had happened, he lost it. He said he’d kill me if I told anyone. And then he just hit me again and again and again. |
Jarod | Why did he stop? |
Kitty | The phone rang. |
Jarod | Kitty, one day the phone’s not gonna ring. |
Jarod | Mr. Hanlon? Jarod Felson. I’ve discovered a serious problem and I’d like to discuss it with you. One on one. Say tomorrow morning, around ten? |
Jarod | Ivy? It’s Mr. Felson. I was wondering if you could do me a favor. |
Jarod | Ich wuerde gerne den Status meines Kontes erfahren … bitte. (I would like to know the status of my account … Please.) |
Morgan | Hello. |
Jarod | Peter? Jarod Felson. |
Morgan | Jarod. What’s up? |
Jarod | I’ve discovered an even larger problem than before. |
Morgan | Is it Davis again? |
Jarod | No. But it’s big. Something you need to handle, personally. Can you meet me tomorrow morning, around 10? |
Morgan | Absolutely. |
Jarod | I’ll see you there. |
Jarod | So, what are you? About a 38? |
Bernie | What? |
Jarod | Waist? |
Bernie | Ah. Thirty, thirty-six. |
Blanca | Señor Jarod. Five nights and you don’t sleep. |
Jarod | Too much to do Blanca. Not enough hours in the day. |
Blanca | Jorge? |
Jarod | ¿Has leido este libro? (Have you read this book?) |
Blanca | Si, mucho tengo cinco niños (Yes many times. I have five children.) |
Jarod | Ay Blanca perfecto, ¿Quién es el hombre en el sombrero amarillo? (Ah, Blanca. Perfect! Who is the man in the yellow hat?) |
Blanca | Mnnn…No se, señor. No se. (I don’t know sir, I don’t know.) |
Jarod | Ahhh gracias. (Thank you.) Blanca? |
Blanca | Si? |
Jarod | Would you do me a favor? |
Jarod | Peter come on. We don’t have much time. |
Morgan | What’s this about? |
Jarod | There’s about a hundred grand walking out of the casino right under your very nose. |
Ivy | Mr. Hanlon. From Jarod Felson. He said he’d meet you in the security bay as soon as he can. |
Jarod | Somebody has been double counting the cash outlays. Based on my findings over a hundred grand has been skimmed off the top every Tuesday cash pickup. |
Morgan | Do you think Davis is behind this? |
Jarod | I’m not sure, but it’s bigger than one guy. An accounting scam tied into the armored car courier. For every three hundred thousand dollars that’s deposited on paper another hundred grand is being dropped off at a second locale. If we keep the scam going, if we find out where the locale is, we can bring down everybody who’s been ripping off the Marquis. |
Morgan | Why don’t we just bring in the cops? |
Jarod | Peter, think about this. If you pull this off, you are going to be Steve Hanlon’s twenty million dollar hero. |
Miss Parker | The Marquis, now. |
Taxi Driver | Yes ma’am. |
Morgan | Why me? |
Jarod | I’m the new face around here. Nobody’s gonna trust me but if their courier is greeted by the President of the Casino, he’ll play right into your hands. It’s show time. |
Bernie | Where’s Mr Davis? |
Morgan | Mr. Davis worked for me in more ways than one. I’m Peter Morgan. I run the Marquis. It’s business as usual. Understand? |
Bernie | Sure. Business as usual. |
Morgan | Take the skim to the drop, deposit the rest in the bank. See you next Tuesday. Okay? |
Jarod | Well thank you very much. |
Morgan | That was exciting. Guy fell for everything I said. |
Jarod | He must be a complete idiot. |
Miss Parker | Find him. |
Morgan | Steve. I didn’t think that you’d be here. |
Hanlon | Surprise! |
Morgan | You won’t believe what I’ve been doing. |
Hanlon | Bet me. |
Video | Bernie: Business as usual. |
Morgan: Take the skim to the drop deposit the rest in the bank. See you next Tuesday. | |
Morgan | Steve. I wasn’t really taking the money. We were ah… |
Hanlon | There’s a great deal of unreported cash leaving this casino. |
Morgan | I know and ah… |
Hanlon | And there’s a great deal of money going into your Swiss bank account. |
Morgan | I don’t have a Swiss account. |
Hanlon | Electronic transfers for 4.6 million dollars. That is your signature isn’t it? |
Morgan | I didn’t do this. Tell him. Tell him the truth. |
Jarod | I am sorry Mr. Hanlon. I’m sorry I didn’t catch this sooner. And the figure is closer to 4.8. |
Morgan | Every instinct in my gut told me that you were bad news. Steve, I didn’t do anything wrong. Felson dammit! I didn’t do anything. I didn’t do anything wrong. |
Jarod | Neither did Maggie Blaire. |
Detective | Detective Benson. Homicide. I’m looking for Peter Morgan. |
Jarod | Oh, he’s in a meeting right now. I think he’s asking for a raise. |
Sydney | Jarod! |
Miss Parker | Take the rear. |
Sydney | Jarod, don’t run, please. There’s nowhere to go. |
Radio | Security alert in the pool area. |
Miss Parker | My lucky day. |
Security | We got your radio call Mr. Felson. Is there a problem? |
Jarod | Yes, there is. A couple of grifters trying a roulette scam. Call the LVPD and have them picked up. |
Miss Parker | Let go of me. |
Jarod | You might want to strip search this one. She could be palming chips. |
Miss Parker | Oh you bastard. |
Jarod | Just doing my job, Ma’am. Head of Security, you know. |
Miss Parker | I will get you. |
Jarod | You wanna bet? Tails. |
Security | Come on lady. |
Sydney | Not a paper clip, no trash, no lint. Nothing but this. |
Miss Parker | And the usual. |
Blanca | Señor Sydney. |
Sydney | Digame. |
Blanca | Para usted (For you.) |
Sydney | “To the man in the Yellow hat from the monkey who got away.” |
Jarod | Alright. |
NFW Man | So you’re really gonna release him back into the wild, huh? |
Jarod | That’s the plan. Living creatures. They don’t belong in captivity. |
LAS VEGAS, NEVADA — After spending some time studying mathematics and science, Jarod becomes head of security at the Marquee Casino in Las Vegas. While there, he attempts to solve the mystery behind the death of a showgirl. Jarod befriends a down-on-his-luck Elvis impersonator, and attempts to discover who ‘Curious George’s’ Man in the Yellow Hat is, concluding it’s Sydney. Meanwhile, Sydney and Miss Parker resort to finding Jarod through the mob.
- Jarod Discovers: Curious George, barrel of monkeys, and Elvis impersonators
- Jarod’s Pretends: Casino’s head of security, police officer, a member of NWF
- Jarod’s Last Name: Woods & Felson (referencing Fast Eddie Felson, pool hustler in the movie The Color of Money)
|
CULTURAL REFERENCE
— Jarod: It’s about this inquisitive little monkey named George — — Simulation: 10/12/1967 — QUOTE
|
Flyer |