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You sure he's in there?

Sixth race starts in ten.

He's in there.

...investor, right? It's a quick, uh, eight-ball thing...

Five grand buy-in.

Should be a piece of cake.

Well, this guy, he shows up with two women,

I mean, chests up to the ceiling.

Suddenly I couldn't remember my own name,

never mind the numbers...

Hey, Vinny.

Hey, Scott.

You guys are early.

Sixth race doesn't start for another ten minutes.

Aw, we just came to cheer for our horses.

We got, like, what, 15 grand out there, right?

Uh, right. 15.

Yeah, yeah, that's good.

'Cause the boss, he heard it was more like 13.

And word is it was 13 last time

and the time before that.

What? What? Who told him that?

Doesn't matter.

It matters, Vinny, because some jackass

is screwing up my math.

I mean, it only seems like 13

because of the increased returns.

You take the sixth race, okay?

You want to drift Kentucky Slim. Well, at nine-to-one,

five grand's only gonna return 45 minus the 17% take.

You understand?

So you got to use two grand

to short Grandma's Noodles, pushing Slim to 16-to-one.

The only problem is...

Marone. Stop talking.

Scotty, check him.

What are... You don't got to take...

What are you doing?

Guess what, Joe, I can do math, too.

15 minus 13 is two.

That's two grand you been skimming from Leo.

Whoa, you guys. Now, come on, now. This is a mistake.

- There's a lot to think about. - Stop talking.

Security!

We've got to get on the new coding system.

Yeah, but I don't want to get on the new coding system.

I know, I know. But you have to use 'em.

You keep putting the old codes in your report,

and it just keeps messing the computer system.

Why can't we just change the computer system?

When you're captain, you can do whatever you want.

But for now...

- Okay. Don't panic!

They're more scared of you than you are of them.

Gideon, we're working.

Uh-huh. Paperwork. (CHUCKLES)

The cornerstone of every successful police station.

Like it or not, it's still important.

Yes, well, so is reading a crime scene.

And these little guys are about to make that a whole lot easier.

They're called micro-drones,

and they are capable of generating

a 3-D crime scene photo in under

five seconds.

Not bad.

Detective, your assessment?

Suspect appears to have eaten a rainbow sprinkle donut.

- Mm. - Gideon, sorry to interrupt your...

whatever this is. Can I borrow you a sec?

Yes. As soon as we determine this donut's time of death.

Well, there's a situation.

Guy here saying he wants to be a C.I.

And this should interrupt this coolness because...?

Because it's not just any guy.

Gideon, I need you.

Now.

All right.

Well, hello, son.

Dad.

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Look, I know that this is an unusual situation,

but, uh... but, frankly, I'm in a tough spot.

And, uh, since my brilliant son bought a police station,

coming here, that seemed like a good idea.

Although, suddenly, I'm thinking I might be at a modeling agency.

Why are you here?

Well, it's a long and sordid story,

but, uh, in a nutshell,

the last few weeks, I've been playing the horses

with a fellow who happens to be in the gambling business.

You fixing races?

Fixing?

No. Not at all.

Just, uh, harmless

number-crunching, yeah.

Uh, and that was fine,

until I started hearing awful things about this boss of mine,

this, uh, Leo-Leo...

Moretti?

Moretti. You know him?

Yeah, I'm familiar with his work.

Well, then you know more than I do.

I'm just a businessman.

I mean, I had no idea

that I was involved with a criminal,

which is why I came here when I realized...

When you realized that your scam went wrong.

That's what this is, right?

My son.

He's always been resentful of the fact

that a lot of my business ventures

weren't as successful as I'd hoped.

Never mind they put him through MIT.

Put me through MIT?

- Okay... - Are you serious?

Okay, Mr. Reeves, what exactly are you offering here?

Well, I was thinking, you know, that if I could go back

to this, uh, Moretti character with some kind of a deal,

you know, something illegal,

then you guys could record the transaction

with some sort of hidden device,

which I'm sure that my genius son will come up with.

You realize what happened here, right?

He got busted scamming a bad guy,

and now he's scamming us

- to get out of it. - I'm just trying

to do the right thing.

Give me a break!

- You obviously intend... - You're trying to use us

as a "get out of trouble"...

Okay, okay. Guys, guys... Okay!

Family bonding time is over.

Just take a minute.

Gideon?

Hey, check it out.

I took Zingo to one of those, uh, fancy grooming places.

Cost, like, a million bucks, but, look,

look how his coat just shines.

Huh?

Do you hear yourself?

You know you treat that dog better

than you do your girlfriends.

Yeah, because Zingo doesn't spaz out when I pet other dogs.

"Woman with a bat."

I'm guessing she's not headed to a game.

Open up, damn it!

I want my car back!

Excuse me!

Lady, excuse me, ma'am.

- Hey! Lady! Hey. - Hey!

Chicago Police.

There something we can help you with?

I don't need help.

My car got stolen. I'm gonna get it back.

The kid who took it lives in here.

- How you know it was this kid? - 'Cause it's obvious.

Three cars go missing from around here since he moves in.

I see him out casing cars all the time. I even got a picture.

- That's right! I got your picture! - Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, hey, hey. Ma'am, ma'am, ma'am, ma'am!

You need to drop the bat, okay?

Go home. Leave the policing to us.

- Come on. - What I need is my car,

so I can go to work and not get fired!

- Ma'am, I'm... - Open up the damn door!

Ma'am, I'm gonna count to three. One, two...

I'll take this.

Now, we can either drive you to work or drive you to jail.

Your choice.

Come on.

Murphy,

before he walked in that door,

I had not spoken to my father for six years.

Why? Because he is, has been,

always will be a con artist.

Come on, you were a beat cop for years, right?

You're familiar with the concept of lying.

Yes, I know lying.

But I also know Leo Moretti.

He's been running rackets in Chicago for decades.

Drugs, stolen goods, even murder.

If we catch him,

it's great for the city and us.

Great. Fantastic. I'm sure there's lots of ways

we can do that without involving my father.

I've tried, okay? Look.

You see this guy?

He was tired of Moretti putting the squeeze on his family,

so he turned state's evidence.

This is what happened to him afterwards.

None of our C.I.s will go near Moretti now.

Which is why we need your father.

Who is unreliable and more self-serving than a gas pump.

So is every other C.I. They're all working an angle.

Well, my father has 50 angles.

He is the smartest guy I know.

He played you like a piano in there.

First of all, nobody's playing me.

I see him for what he is.

But this is a chance to get a monster off the streets.