In Plain Sight s01e06 Episode Script

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Since 1970, the Federal Witness Protection Program has relocated thousands of witnesses some criminal, some not, to neighborhoods all across the country.
Every one of those individuals shares a unique attribute, distinguishing them from the rest of the general population.
And that is : Somebody wants them dead.
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He's open.
He's open.
That's right ! Yeah ! Game point, game point.
Yeah ! $160 $180 Go on, leeches.
Get your asses gone.
Come on, Chris.
Quit jerkin' off.
We're shooting free throws.
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.
Here we go.
One more.
That's right.
All right.
Okay, cool.
Good shot.
Come on.
For the winner, man.
For the winner, baby.
For the winner.
Yeah! See, that's what I'm talkin' about.
I must admit, the boy's got himself 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.
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.
Just go on and put Junior out your mind, son.
Y'all know what happens to snitches, right ? Yeah.
Albuquerque Present Day 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, 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 ? 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.
I'm Mary.
Dana Collins.
Dana was one of my professors at UNM.
Actually, I was just a T.
Marshall took my intro to critical thinking, and I gotta tell ya, this one mind.
It is a conversation piece.
Sounds likethe game's starting.
Hey, it was great running into you.
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 ! If I'm not back by the end of the game, meet me at the car.
There you go.
Run that back.
All right.
Yeah ! That's right.
Okay, wow--all right,all right, all right.
Good game, bro.
Really good.
You totally didn't suck.
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 coincidences.
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.
FBI, Washington.
À : Jiny Shannon.
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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 ? - Not really.
- I talk to liars all day long.
One line of B.
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.
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 upon 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.
Is this what you meant by "everything's under control" ? - Ooh, we got a fainter.
- Chris.
Chris, you need to tell me the truth.
All right ? - Okay.
- 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 ? 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 upsome 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.
Mom, why aren't you working ? 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.
$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.
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.
Momentito, s'il vous plait.
It's me.
Open up.
"Garcons" means "men.
" 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.
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.
" "You didn't do this.
" You just have to let go of the anger.
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.
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.
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.
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.
- 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.
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.
Marshal service.
You got a minute ? - Can I see some I.
? - Yeah, you can.
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 futur" ? 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 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.
It's called point shaving.
And it's a federal offense.
What's the spread on tonight's game ? Let's see.
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.
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.
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.
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.
We're set for the opening tip-off.
Tucson tech taking on Los Lunas.
The Tigers are seven and one, and being led by Chris Worley, averaging 22 points a game on the season.
And check out the crowd.
They are pumped for this one.
Tucson tech controls the opening tip-off.
- 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.
Basket by denom.
Chris Worley with a field goal.
- Oh, my.
- What ? It's dana.
She texted.
Let me see.
Come on.
She writes well.
She's kinda adventurous, huh ? Lewis and Clark were adventurous.
Dana is Evil Knievel, rockets over the snake rivernuts.
She scares me.
Yeah, this was a mistake.
Thompson takes down the miss and clears it to Worley.
Really, you're that flexible ? Turnover, Chris Worley.
Lay-up by Lawson.
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.
And that's the end of the first half, with the Tigers trailing by three.
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.
Oh, no good, air-ball.
A three-point shot.
Tucson extends their lead.
Chris Worley with the turnover.
Time out, time out.
Corey Mays replacing Chris Worley.
Seven minutes remaining.
Tigers still trail.
Found Scott.
He's safe.
Okay, thanks.
Coach, you've got to let me in.
Let me in.
Chris Worley checks in at the scorer's table.
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 Tucson misses an easy lay-up.
Come on, chris! Chris Worley with the field goal.
Looks like Chris got his shot back.
Tigers trail by just 1.
This is very exciting.
Steal by Worley.
Drives up court.
Foul by Edward 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 ? Good job, chris! And the Tigers bring it home with a win by two.
At first glance, one might suppose me 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.
All that really matters is that we cross paths at an auspicious time.
Chris was lucky.
He got off with a year suspension, but will still be able to play his senior year.
As for me, well 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.