SEASON 1
EPISODE 4
“Curious Jarod”
Writer: Kimberly Costello
Director: Jesus Salvador Trevino
(Outside a shed in a large car junkyard, a mobile made of old, discarded car parts, 
swings slowly in the breeze.  Miss Parker and Sydney,  accompanied by the owner of the 
junkyard, approach the caravan via a central walkway among the wrecks.)
Parker: People just don’t sit around in a junkyard for a month.
Owner: Mr Woods said he was tired of being on the road and wanted 
some peace and quiet. Wanted to catch up on his reading.   Like there 
was money in it,  that man read night and day.
Sydney: Read?
(They stop outside the door of the caravan and Sydney peers inside 
before following the others to its end.)
Parker: Read what exactly? 
Owner: Books.  Hundreds of them.  Look at these.
(The owner indicates cardboard boxes of books that are stacked at the 
back of the shed.)
Sydney: Mr Woods brought all of these with him?
Junkyard: Most of them were delivered when he bought out the stock 
from the old library.
Sydney: (He opens one of the boxes and starts pulling some of the books 
out.)  All of these are about mathematics and science.
Parker: Same here.
Owner: Mr Woods was a big science nut.  Once, he spent fourteen hours 
sitting in this rocking chair flipping half dollars. 
Parker: Fourteen hours?  (Miss Parker and Sydney find this amusing..)
Junkyard:  Weird huh?  Said ah heads was better odds, something about 
the surface and ah, ah. aerodynamics.  Except for dimes, he said never 
bet with a dime.  Didn’t say why.
Parker: “Factoring Statistics”.  “Physics and Random Probabilities”.  Urgh!  
I think Ill wait for the movie on that epic.  (She flicks through it before 
discarding it for another title.)  “Making Odds Even”.
Sydney: May I?  (He takes the book that Miss Parker is holding.)  Jarod’s 
left a message.  We’re close.
Parker: Where nowhere. Except where Jarod wants us.
Junkyard: Why would a man want to learn so much?
Parker: Damn good question.

Las Vegas
Marquis Casino
(The dealer at a blackjack table flips over a card.)
Dealer: Blackjack!
(A man, Davis is sitting at a bank of monitors in the Security Bay, 
watching Jarod play Blackjack.)
Davis: The guy on table nine is killing us.
Pit Boss: (He starts moving towards the Blackjack table.)  I’m on my 
way.
Davis: The guy’s got to be a cheat.
Pit Boss: Oh, no way he’s counting eight decks.
Dealer: (He pushes the chips forwards across the felt.)  Another winner!
Spectator: All right!
Davis: How much is he up?
Pit Boss: Over a hundred grand, he’s gotta be.
Davis: What?
Pit Boss: The chief, Mr Morgan approved his increased credit limit.
Davis: Who the hell is this guy?
(The dealer turns over his cards revealing eighteen.  The dealer turns over 
the player’s third card giving him a total of twenty-one.  Jarod, the player, 
looks up and smiles at the dealer.  The Pit Boss calls over a drink 
waitress.)
Pit Boss: Ivy come here.  What’s he drinking?
Ivy: Dr Pepper.
Pit Boss: Offer Crystole or Stolle.
Ivy: I tried that.  He wants is Dr Pepper.  (There are more cheers from 
the spectators around the table indicating Jarod’s continued run of “good 
luck”.  She continues on her way to Jarod’s table.)  Excuse me please.  
(She puts his drink on the table beside him.)  Dr Pepper.
(Jarod picks up a coin and flips it to her.  She catches it and puts it on her 
tray.)
Jarod: Heads.
(The coin has landed heads-up.)
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.  (She looks 
over towards the Pit Boss and changing her mind, sits on a stool beside 
Jarod and smiles alluringly at him.)  Hi, I’m Ivy.
Dealer: Mr Falzon?  
Jarod: Hit me.
(The dealer turns up a card in front of Jarod.  Jarod indicates that he will 
stand on the hand.  The dealer reveals his own hand.)
Dealer: House stands on seventeen.  (He flips over Jarod’s card.)  
Twenty-two.  The House wins.
Ivy: you 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: (The dealer turns the cards over in Jarod’s second hand.)  
Blackjack.
Jarod: Neither do I.
Dealer:  (The dealer turns the cards over in Jarod’s third hand.)  And 
another Blackjack.
Davis: That’s it.  I’ll deal with Mr Morgan.  Shut him down.  
Jarod: (The dealer piles Jarod’s winnings in front of him.  Jarod pushes 
them forward.)  So much for jinx.  Let it ride.  (The spectators applaud.)

OPENING CREDITS
Marquis Casino
Security Bay
(Jarod is sitting in a chair, two security men standing in the background, 
and Davis, the Security Chief stand’s beside him.)
Davis: Do you think this is a game?
Jarod: Well this is Las Vegas.  Isn’t everything?
(A fourth man enters the room.)
Davis: This is the guy Mr Morgan.
Morgan: Like to count cards do you? Davis?
Davis: He’s name’s Jarod Falzon.  I ran his ID.   Cruise ships to Monte 
Carlo.  Ah, didn’t find a file on him anywhere.
Morgan: I’m honoured.  Mr Falzon has selected the Marquis Casino for his 
first scam.  Who here thinks that makes Mr Falzon a complete idiot.
(Throughout this exchange Jarod sits calmly, legs crossed, hands in his 
lap.  He is smiling knowingly.)
Jarod: Maybe your Security Chief didn’t dig deep enough.  Why don’t you 
try the FBI file under Rico?
Morgan: You run rackets.
(Davis moves to the computer and types in a command.  A window 
appears and Jarod appears in living colour on the monitor.)
Jarod (On computer 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 the money 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.  (Jarod wheels his chair over to the bank of security 
monitors.)  You have an incredible security system Mr Morgan.  It's a 
shame no one here knows how to use it.  (They are looking at a monitor 
which is focused on a Blackjack table.)  The bet was a thousand dollars.  
What did the dealer pay out?
Morgan: A purple chip.  A grand.
Jarod: Meet Martin Rollins.  He’s been dealing Blackjack here for the last 
ten years.
Morgan: He’s the best dealer we have.
Jarod: 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.  (The dealer 
pays on the bet with two chips which the winner picks up.  The dealer, 
while picking up the discarded cards, places another chip on the felt as the 
ante for the next hand.  The player slips one of the chips from the edge of 
the table onto a drinks tray.)  An extra thousand for the plant  He passes 
it to the courier.
Morgan: He gave the chip to the waitress.  Where’s she going?
Jarod: Forget the courier.  (Jarod stands.)  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 and all of a sudden some 
guy in a shiny suit   . . .  (Jarod’s suit is indeed shiny, metallic silver.  He 
wears an open necked red shirt with it.  He also wears a ring on the ring 
finger of his right hand.)
Morgan: Help him!  (The two security men move to Davis’s side and one 
of them removes the mace holder, opens it and tips the chips into this 
hand.  He passes them to Morgan.)  That’s over ten thousand dollars.  Get 
him out of here.  (The two security men escort Davis from the room.)
Jarod: It’s not going to stop here.  A casino.  It’s always a target.
Morgan: So Mr Falzon, what do you want?
Jarod: Five percent of what you don’t lose while I’m in charge.

Marquis Casino
Casino Floor
(An Elvis impersonator complete with sequined white, flared legged jump 
suit, cape and large sideburns, stands beside a Floorshow poster of 
himself, his arms around two women.  A third lady takes a photograph.  
Jarod watches with some puzzlement.)
Elvis: So don’t you little ladies forget.  Come see my show tonight.  
There’s no cover,  there’s no minimum and there’s free hot h’ordourves.  
I’ll see you all later.  Bye bye.  Thank you very much.  (The ladies depart.)  
Huh!  (He takes up a typical Elvis pose as he notices Jarod’s interest.)  
Hey there teddy bear!  You come to rub elbows with the King of Rock ‘n’ 
Roll?
Jarod: Now I’m trying to understand this.  You dress up in a rented 
costume and you pretend to be a dead singer?
(Elvis’s smile slips and he peers over his dark glasses.)
Elvis: Singer.  Son do you have any idea who I am?
Jarod: Well actually I . . .
Elvis: 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 
demanded attention and respect than the man you are looking at this very 
moment.
(Ivy arrives behind them, picking up empty glasses from between the slot 
machines.)
Ivy: Hey Bernie, some guy at the craps table says he’ll give you ten 
dollars to come and goose his wife.
Elvis: I’m on my way.  Well my fans beckon.  I must go.  Thank you very 
much!
(Jarod watches him leave, a look of child-like wonder on his face.)

The Centre
Sim Lab
(Broots tips up another load of books out onto the table in front of 
Sydney.  Miss Parker is hugging a book to her chest and pacing up and 
down.  Sydney has his head propped on a fist.)
Broots: That is the last of ‘em.  I’ve run everyone of those through the 
mainframe and I still can find no correlation.
Sydney: Hmm.
Broots: Although there is something to be said for Jarod’s theory on the 
aerodynamics of a fifty cent piece.  (He flips a coin and Miss Parker 
catches it.)  Heads.   (She spins the coin around in her fingers, ruining 
Broots’s game.)
Sydney: Jarod is trying to tell me something.  And this book is the clue.
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 favourite number.  His favourite figure.  He 
calls it upright infinity because of the way one loop coils into the next, 
never ending.
Parker: Maybe your boy wonder has turned into Bramwell Thomas.
Sydney: Hm mm.  (He picks up a red plastic monkey that is caught 
between the pages of a book.  It is a monkey from the child’s game 
“Barrel of Monkeys”.)  Jarod is looking for a purpose.
Parker: He’s playing games.
Sydney: Games?  Games with numbers?  High stakes games?  High 
stakes poker?  Baccarat.
Parker: Well that narrows it down to any of the thousands of gaming 
establishments on the planet.
Sydney: Any ideas of where to start?
Parker: I know just the man to see.

Marquis Casino
Casino Store
(Jarod is reading a book.  He laughs out loud and then turns to a little girl 
who is watching him.)
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 good.  (He crouches down in front of her.)  Then maybe you 
could help me.  Who is the man in the yellow hat?
Girls: I don’t know.
Jarod: Oh well.  Thank you anyway.
Girl: Okay.
Jarod: Huh!

Marquis Casino
By the Pool
(Jarod walks down the stairs that leads down to the pool.  There is a 
cocktail party in progress.)
Morgan: Jarod.  It’s about time.  Hanlon’s been asking for you.
Jarod: Asking for me?
Morgan: Exposing Davis’ scam saved him more money than his creative 
accountant ever did.  Steve Hanlon, Jarod Falzon.
Jarod: It’s a pleasure to meet you sir.  (They shake hands.)
Hanlon: I want to thank you for helping us out.  You know here at the 
Marquis we think of ourselves as family.  There’s 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 us out 
of the poo 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 Grammerstone.  That must have been twelve years 
ago.
Jarod: It was 11.  And it was the first time that you used family first as 
the company motto.
Hanlon: You were there?
Jarod: No sir.   I bought the cassette.  I wore out my tape player.
Hanlon: Peter, watch out.  I might steal this man for corporate.
Jarod: No thank you sir.  We’ve finally got corruption out of the Marquis.  
I’d like to keep it that way.
Hanlon:  Jarod, you have my permission to do whatever it takes.
Jarod: I thank you sir.  (They shake hands again.  They are approached 
by a woman.)
Morgan: Jarod.  This is my wife, Kitty.  Kitty, Jarod Falzon, our new 
Security Chief.
Jarod: Nice to meet you.
Kitty: It’s a pleasure Mr Falzon.
Jarod: I saw your picture in the lobby. 
Kitty: Oh!
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 
Falzon.
Jarod: Nice to meet you.
(Hanlon and Kitty depart and Morgan and Jarod move to the drinks 
trolley.)
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 Mr Hanlon likes about family is the 
appropriating part.  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 that it’s sanctioned by God.  Add a few flashy arcades even the 
damn kids go home broke.  Don’t let the Hanlon fool you.  He may talk 
the new corporate attitude of this town but deep down, he’s still Old 
Vegas.

Taxi
(Jarod, sitting in the back of a taxi, leafs through his read notebook.  
There are three newspaper articles with headlines “Showgirl Beaten.  
Maggie Blair Still in Critical Condition”, “Showgirl in Coma” and  “Alone 
Sleeping Beauty Fights for her Life”.  Each has a picture of a pretty dark-
haired young woman.)

Hospital
(The woman featured in the newspaper articles lies in a hospital room, her 
life signs monitored constantly by electronic equipment.  She is very still.  
Jarod sits beside the bed gazing at her, his elbows resting on the edge of 
the bed.)
Jarod: I'm sorry it took me so long to get here Maggie.
(The door to the room opens and a nurse enters.)
Buddy: Visiting hours are over at eight.  (Jarod stands and goes over to 
where the man stands, surprised and halted in the doorway.)  I thought 
she was all alone.
Jarod: Well, she’s not alone any more.  (Jarod turns and looks back to 
where Maggie sleeps.)
Buddy: No offence.  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. (They shake hands.)
Jarod: Buddy if anything happens to her, will you page me? (He hands 
Buddy a business card.)
Buddy: I didn’t mean to sound cold before but ah, I’ve learned not to get 
too attached.  But it is nice to know someone gives a damn.

New York
(Miss Parker and Sydney pull up in a car slightly in front and beside 
another car.  They get out at the same time as a group of men get out of 
the other car.  Miss Parker approaches the man who gets out of the back.)
Sydney: Miss Parker, what’re we doing here?
Parker: Saying hello to an old friend.  (Turns to a man who appears to be 
a bodyguard as he steps between her and the person with whom she 
wants to speak.)  Okay, I know that you’re excited to keep me but keep it 
in your pants Guido.  Sydney, say hello to Johnny.  Johnny’s brother 
hacked into the computer profiles of one of our satellite companies in 
Chicago.  Now his spending twenty hard in Juliet.
Johnny: What do you want?
(Sydney takes a photograph of Jarod from his pocket and hands it to 
Johnny.)
Parker: He’s working a con in a casino.
Johnny: With this face he’s not a con.  He’s not the type.
Sydney: He’s every type.
Parker: Find him for me.
Johnny: Pass.  (He tucks the photograph ion between Miss Parker’s folded 
arms.)
Parker: Hmm.  Not an option.  (She leans in to him and whispers in a 
conspiratorial tone.)  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 . . . 
Johnny: You wouldn’t.
Parker: Want a bet?  Fifty thousand for information.  (She slips the 
photograph inside the front of his jacket.)  No questions asked.

Marquis Casino
Dressing Room
(Jarod is walking past the room when he spots the Elvis Impersonator 
sitting inside.  He pokes his head around the doorway.)
Jarod: Hey! 
(Bernie is sitting in front of his mirror, having a drink.)
Bernie: Well, welcome to Heartbreak Hotel.  (Jarod enters the room and 
sits beside him.)
Jarod: What are you doing here?  You should be on stage.
Bernie: Oh no.  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?
Jarod: The goose?
Bernie: No.  No, they said that they’d had complaints about the show.  So 
I’ve put on a twenty or thirty pounds.  You think it is 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 
loved it.  It’s what the people wanted.  I just wish some of those casino 
big wigs would spend one hour wearing the cape, just one hour.  I tell you 
they’d soon walk away singing a different tune.
Jarod: Couldn’t you get a job at another casino?
Bernie: No.  No, no, buddy boy.  After twenty-four years of making 
people smile, singing the songs, (Bernie removes his wig, which appears 
to surprise Jarod.) spreading the good vibrations, I’m afraid it’s the end of 
the line for the King.  We had one hell of a ride though, didn’t we?
Jarod: I bet you did.
Bernie: Um, look, (peeling off a side burn)  I’m sorry I’m spilling my guts 
and I don’t even know your name.
Jarod: Jarod Falzon.
Bernie: Bernie Baxley.
Jarod: (Jarod shakes his hand.)  Well it’s nice to meet you Bernie Baxley.
Bernie: Thanks.  (Jarod gets up to leave.)  Jarod.  I’m scared.
Jarod: Of what?
Bernie: (Looking at himself in the mirror.)  Him.
(Jarod pats him on the shoulder in a gesture of encouragement.)

The Centre
Sim Lab
(Sydney is sitting at his desk reading “Making Odds Even”, the book which 
Jarod highlighted.  His phone rings.  He answers it.)
Sydney: Sydney.
Jarod: Hello Sydney. 
(Jarod is lying on the bed in his hotel room.  He is linking the monkeys 
from his Barrel of Monkeys.)
Sydney: Jarod it’s 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. (Jarod disconnects.)
Sydney: Jarod?
(Jarod holds up his rope of monkeys, making chimpanzee noises.  He coils 
the string of monkeys into a figure eight on the bed spread.)

Jarod’s Lair
(Jarod enters his room.  He is wearing the uniform worn by police officers.  
He throws a file on the bed.  Its front cover declares it to be the Las Vegas 
Police Department’s file for Maggie Blair.)

By the Pool
(Hanlon, Morgan and Jarod are sitting at a table, coffee cups in front of 
them.  Jarod has an open file beside his cup.)
Jarod: I’m having trouble understanding the account totals from July.
Morgan: This guy even works on his day off.
Jarod: You paid me to locate discrepancies and I can’t reconcile the 
figures against last year.  Specifically July.
(Hanlon and Morgan exchange looks of discomfit.)
Morgan: Set it aside.
Jarod: Set it aside?
Hanlon: Jarod there is a reason for those numbers don’t match.
Morgan: One of our show girls was attacked in the parking garage. 
Hanlon: Our revenue dropped by thirty percent for three days.  It was an 
anomaly.
Morgan: Not to mention the publicity nightmare.  Fortunately the Mega-
Buster jackpot hit two days later and every body came back.
Hanlon: Sometimes lady luck even smiles on the house.
(Morgan and Hanlon both laugh.)

Marquis Casino
Parking Garage
(Jarod is escorting Ivy to her car.  She has her arm through his.)
Ivy: Thanks for the escort Mr Falzon.  None of us walk alone any more, 
not  since Maggie . . .
Jarod: Maggie.  She was the woman who was attacked?
Ivy: Correct.
Jarod: You knew her?
Ivy: I’d seen her in the show and around, backstage, you know?
Jarod: I read in the paper that there was no evidence of a robbery.
Ivy: No. 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: (They stop walking.)  Yeah, I guess so.  I know I would. 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.  
Thanks.
Jarod: It’s cool.  (She gets into the car and Jarod closes the door for her.)  
Drive safe.
Ivy: Thank you.
(As Ivy drives away Jarod surveys the scene.  He looks up and notices the 
security camera.)

Security Bay
(Jarod finds the surveillance tape of the garage, the night of Maggie’s 
attack.  He watches as Maggie steps out of the elevator, takes her time 
card from the slot, punches out and returns the card.  Jarod watches as 
she walks away and then stops and rewinds the tape as he realises she is 
not wearing a gardenia.  He zooms in on Maggie’s time card.  The date 
reads 4/28/96.  The date on the tape is 7/4/96.) 

Jarod’s Lair
(Jarod sits in front of the DSA reader, the crime scene pictures of Maggie 
Blair’s facial injuries on the desk beside him.)

DSA
Sim Lab
10/12/67
Young Jarod: This is weird Sydney.  It doesn’t make sense.  (He walks 
down a set of stairs.  Pools of light illuminate the main features of the 
“rooms” that he passes through.  However the rooms are like those found 
on a film set, doorframes and doors but no walls.)  I made it inside.  She 
doesn’t hear me.  The hallway is dark.  It smells like flowers.  I round a 
corner.  (He opens a door.)
Sydney: (Sydney is talking into a microphone behind a glass panel.)  To 
where?
Young Jarod: The kitchen.  I’m getting closer.  I know they made her do 
things that she didn’t want to do.  (He approaches a door at the far end of 
the kitchen.)  Did she do something wrong.
Sydney: Keep going Jarod.  Now, focus on the killer and not the victim. 
(He opens the door and a light in the next room comes on.  It is a 
bedroom and there is a woman lying on the bed.)
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.  (He approaches the bed and looks at the 
woman.)
Sydney: You have what you need to complete the simulation.
Young 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 looks at the evidence photograph of Maggie Blair.  It shows her 
unconscious, her head turned to one side, a large triangular shaped bruise 
high on her cheekbone.)
Jarod: Something’s wrong with this picture too, Sydney. (He runs his 
finger over the bruise.  He flips a coin and turns it over place it heads up 
on the photograph.)

Marquis Casino
Main Floor
(The coins spin.  Jarod watches and observes.  He notices the watch on 
Morgan’s wrist is the same shape as a bruise on Maggie’s face.  The last 
coin that Jarod falls tails up as he places it over the bruise. )
Jarod: Somebody’s luck just ran out.

Marquis Casino
Parking Garage
(Jarod is escorting another of the employees of the casino to her car.  A 
man steps out of the elevator after them.)
Jarod: Are you 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. 
(The man opens the door of his car but before getting in takes a 
photograph out of his pocket.  It is a larger version of the photograph of 
Jarod that Miss Parker gave to Johnny in New York.)

The Centre
Sim Lab
(Broots wheels in a trolley.  On the trolley is a brown paper wrapped 
parcel.  On the wrapping paper there are hand-drawn number eights.)
Broots: This was just delivered.
(They open the parcel to discover a cage with a single monkey from the 
Barrel of Monkeys suspended in the middle.  Miss Parker enters.)
Parker: Come on Sydney.  We have a plane to catch. (She raises her 
eyebrows in bewilderment as she notices the two men crouched in front of 
the cage with its single occupant.)

Bernie’s Mobile Home
(Bernie, in everyday clothes, except for the shoes, is moving his gear into 
his mobile home.
Jarod: Packing up huh?
Bernie: Gotta stay mobile son.  You know, I was thinking about heading 
back east.  You know, try Bransom.  Vegas has changed.  There’s not 
much in a city like this for an old dog like me.  (Jarod picks up a carpet 
bag and hands it to Bernie.)  Thanks.  (Jarod then picks up a Snowball 
and turns it upside down and up again to set the “snow” inside the ball 
falling.  He looks at it with child-like glee.  Bernie takes it from him and 
they sit down on a crate.)  Oh.  That is an official piece of Graceland 
memorabilia.
Jarod: It’s very nice.
Bernie: Oh you know.  You should see the house in person.  His house.  
The King named it for his momma.  People talk about how Elvis let himself 
go there near the end. How he stopped caring about 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.  (Jarod is upset.  Is it the sadness he 
feels for Elvis, Bernie or for himself?)  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’s pager sounds.  He takes it off his belt and looks at the read out.)

Hospital
Jarod: It’s okay Maggie.  You’re not alone.  (He takes her still hand in his 
own.)
(A nurse standing by the bed adjusting the pillows looks up at Jarod as 
the life support monitor indicates the cessation of Maggies life.) 

New York City
(Johnny and his security men are sitting at a table at a sidewalk café 
when Parker, carrying a brief case, and Sydney arrive.)
Parker: So, where is he? (She places the briefcase on the table.)
Johnny: It’s a hundred grand.
Sydney: That was not the arrangement.
Parker: Actually Sydney, it was.  (She opens the case, takes out an 
envelope and places it on the lid.  Johnny picks it up, briefly checks the 
contents before handing it to the man on his right.)
Johnny:  Your boy’s in the, ah, Marquis Casino,  Vegas.  It’s always a 
pleasure taking white collars to the cleaners.
Parker: Hah!  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.  Who know, maybe even you could get 
lucky. (They walk off.)

Jarod’s Lair
(With one hand Jarod dials a number on the telephone and the other 
inputs a command into his laptop.)
Receptionist: Hospital administration.  Can you hold please?
(The police record for Peter Morgan appears on the laptop’s screen.)
Jarod: Ah yes, I’ll hold.  Yes.  I would like to arrange to pay Maggie 
Blair’s hospital bills.  They have?  Could you tell me by whom?  Thank 
you.

Cemetery
(Jarod approaches a woman who is standing by a coffin.  The woman, 
wearing all white except for black accessories that includes a wide 
brimmed hat and dark glasses.  There are no other mourners.)
Jarod: I thought you’d come.  (Jarod stands beside her.)
Kitty: I wanted to pay my respects.
Jarod: Just like you paid for Maggie’s hospital bills?  For this funeral?  You 
found the video tape, didn’t you?
Kitty: What?
Jarod: The real security tape from the night of the attack.  The one that 
Peter made sure that 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 believes that Maggie deserved her fate.
Kitty: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
(Jarod reaches up and removes her sunglasses to reveal a large 
discolouration over and around her left eye.)
Jarod: You don’t have to pretend like it’s not happening any more.
Kitty: You don’t understand.  He doesn’t mean to hurt me.
Jarod: Yes he does.  This is your husband’s rap sheet.  (He hands her 
several sheets of paper which she takes and looks at.)  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!  (She goes and sits on a bench.  Jarod follows her and sits 
beside her.)
Jarod: Kitty I’m here because I want to help you.  I can stop him if you 
help me.
Kitty:  No.  No.  I can’t do that.  (She starts to cry.)  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 going to ring.

Outside the Casino
(Kitty pulls up to the kerb in her car, gets out, takes a video tape out of a 
packed bag on the back seat and hands it to Jarod.  They exchange a look 
full of understanding, she gets back in her car and drives away.)

Jarod’s Lair
(Jarod watches the video tape that Kitty has given him.  It shows Peter 
Morgan and Maggie Blair in the parking garage.  They are happy enough 
at first but then she tries to pull away from him.  He pulls her back to him 
none too gently.)

The Sting
(Jarod, lying on his stomach on the bed and eating PEZ practises signing 
Peter Morgan’s signature.  There are many attempts on the page.)

Jarod: (On the phone)  Mr Hanlon?  Jarod Falzon.  I’ve discovered a 
serious problem and I’d like to discuss it with you.  One on one.  Say 
tomorrow morning, around ten?
(Jarod has been making mini-towers out of dominoes.)
Jarod: (On the phone)  Ivy?  It’s Mr Falzon.  I was wondering if you could 
do me a favour.

Jarod: (On phone to Swiss Bank) Ich wuerde gerne den Status meines 
Kontes erfahren … bitte.  (I would like to know the status of my account . 
. . Please.)

Morgan: Hello. (He is in the Casino.)
Jarod: Peter?  Jarod Falzon.  
(Jarod places a video tape in an envelope.)
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.  (He 
seals the envelope and places a mailing label on the front.  It is addressed 
to the Las Vegas Police Department.)  Can you meet me tomorrow, 
around 10?
Morgan: Absolutely.
Jarod: I’ll see you there.
(Jarod stamps a white envelope with “Confidential”.  It is address to Steve 
Hanlon.)

Bernie’s Mobile Home
(Jarod knocks on the door and Bernie opens it.  He is casually dressed in 
trousers and undervest.  Jarod looks at his stomach.)
Jarod: What are you?  About a 38?
Bernie: What?
Jarod: Waist?
(Bernie sucks in his breath and draws himself up in an attempt to create a 
slimmer looking Bernie.)
Bernie: Ah.  Thirty, thirty-six.
Jarod’s Lair
(Jarod is packing as the maid enters the room with clean linen.)
Blanca: Senor 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 ninos. (Yes many times.  I have five 
children.)
Jarod: Ah, Blanca.  Perfecto.  Quien es el hombre en el sombrero 
amarillo? (Ah, Blanca.  Perfect!  Who is the man in the yellow hat?)
Blanca: No se, senor.  No se. (I don’t know sir, I don’t know.)
Jarod: Gracias. (Thank you.)  Blanca?
Blanca: Si?
Jarod: Would you do me a favour?

Marquis Casino
(Jarod and Morgan are walking through the casino toward the front 
entrance.)
Jarod: Peter come on.  We don’t have much time.  
Morgan: What is about?
Jarod: There’s about a hundred grand walking out of the casino right 
under your very nose.

In Another Part of the Casino
(Ivy approaches Hanlon and passes him an envelope.)
Ivy:  Mr Hanlon.  From Jarod Falzon.  He said he would 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’s 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 armoured 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 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.

Las Vegas Airport
(A plane lands and Miss Parker, Sydney and two sweepers emerge from 
the main terminal.  Miss Parker strives up to a taxi driver.)
Parker: The Marquis now.
Driver: Yes mam.

The Security Bay
(Steve Hanlon opens the envelope.)  

The Casino
Morgan: Why me?
Jarod: I’m the new face around here.  No one’s going to trust me but if 
the courier is greeted by the President of the Casino, he will play right into 
your hands.  

The Security Bay
(Steve Hanlon reads briefly frowning at the contents before turning on one 
of the security monitors.)

The Casino’s Front Entrance
It’s show time.
(Morgan approaches the Armoured Car Driver. In the security bay Hanlon 
watches on a monitor.)
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?
(Morgan turns and walks back into the casino.  Jarod hangs back.)
Jarod: (Adopting an Elvis tone.)  Well thank you very much.
(Bernie responds with a recognisably Elvis pose.)

In the Casino
(Jarod has caught up with Morgan.)
Morgan: That was exciting.  That guy fell for everything I said.
Jarod: He must be a complete idiot.

The Main Floor
(Sydney, Miss Parker and the sweepers are moving through the casino.)
Parker: Find him

Security Bay
(Jarod and Morgan enter the security bay to find Hanlon sitting at the 
monitors.)
Morgan: Steve.  I didn’t think that you’d be here.
Hanlon: Surprise!
Morgan: You won’t believe what I’ve been doing.
Hanlon: Hit me.
(Hanlon turns on the monitor and replays the “damning” video tape of 
Morgan making the arrangements with Bernie.)
Morgan: Steve.  I wasn’t really taking the money.  We were . . . 
Hanlon: There’s a lot 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 hands Morgan the copies of the transactions that were in the 
envelope.)
Hanlon: An electronic transfer for 4.6 million dollars.  That is your 
signature isn’t it?
Morgan: (He scrunches up some of the paper and throws it on the floor in 
anger.)  I didn’t do this.  Tell him.  Tell him the truth.
Jarod: I am sorry Mr Hanlon.  I’m sorry I didn’t catch onto this sooner.  
And the figure is closer to 4.8.
Morgan: An instinct in my gut told me that you were bad news.  
(Hanlon’s security men grab Morgan.)  Steve, I didn’t do anything wrong.  
(One of the men hits Morgan in the stomach and he doubles over.)   
Falzon dammit!    I didn’t do anything.  I didn’t do anything wrong.
Jarod: (He crouches down so that he is at eye-level with Morgan.)  
Neither did Maggie Blair.

Outside Security Bay
Detective:  Detective Bindle.  Homicide. I’m looking for Peter Morgan.
Jarod: Oh ah, he’s in a meeting right now.  (There’s a crash from the 
within the security bay.  Jarod smiles.)  I think he’s asking for a raise.  
(The police officers head in that direction.  Jarod takes off his tie and 
throws it in a trash receptacle, and strides off, whistling.)

Casino Gambling Floor
(Jarod is still whistling as he moves among the casino patrons – that is, 
until he spots Sydney in another part of the casino.  Sydney turns and 
sees him.)
Sydney: Jarod!
(Jarod is surprised to see them but not overly concerned.  He leads them 
on a merry chase through the casino.)
Parker: (To the sweepers.)  Take the rear.
Outside
(Jarod runs down the stairs that leads to the pool area.)
Sydney: Jarod, don’t run, please.  There’s nowhere to go.
Radio: Security alert in the pool area.
(As he nears the bottom of the stairs, Jarod’s path is blocked by the two 
sweepers.  Miss Parker stops on the landing above him.)
Parker: My lucky day.
(She is joined by two casino security men.  Three men run up behind the 
sweepers at the bottom of the stairs.)
Security:  We got your radio call Mr Falzon.  Is there a problem?
Jarod: Yes, there is.  A couple of grifters trying a roulette scam.  Call the 
LVPD and have them picked up.  (The security man takes hold of Miss 
Parker’s elbow, and the second one takes hold of Sydney.)
Parker: Let go of me. 
Jarod: You might want to strip search this one.  She could be palming 
chips.
Parker: Oh you bastard.
Jarod: Just doing my job, Mam.  Head of security, you know.
Parker: I will get you.
Jarod: You wanna bet.  (He flips a coin up to her.  She catches it in her 
free right hand and opens her hand to look at the result.) Tails.
(Jarod “guesses” correctly.)
Security:  Come on Mam.

Cemetery
 (Jarod places a wreath of gardenias on Maggie Blair’s grave.)

Outside the Marquis
(In his new caddie(?) with I Elvis number plates Bernie Baxley in full Elvis 
guise, is reading the front page of the paper.  Two articles of importance 
are “Casino Boss Charged in Showgirl Murder” and “Armoured Car Con 
nets $400 000”.  He puts the paper down and drives off. )

Jarod’s Lair
(Miss Parker, Sydney and the sweepers are going over Jarod’s most 
recently vacated lair.)
Sydney: Not a paper clip, no trash, no lint.  Nothing but this.  (He flicks a 
finger at the mobile of casino chips that hangs in the window.)
Parker: (She holds up a red notebook.)  And the usual.
(Blanca enters the room.)
Blanca: Senor Sydney.
Sydney: Bigame(?).
Blanca: For you.
(She hands him a copy of “Curious George”.  Sydney opens it and reads 
the inscription inside the front cover.  There is also a red monkey.)
Sydney: “To the man in the Yellow hat from the monkey who got away.”

Jungle
(Jarod opens the back of a van to reveal a cage.  He is wearing a shirt 
with the words “National Wildlife Federation” on it.  In the cage is a 
chimpanzee.  He opens the cage and the chimp jumps into his arms.)  
Man: So you’re really going to release him back into the wild, huh?
Jarod: That’s the plan.  Living creatures.  They don’t belong in captivity.
(He puts the chimp on the ground and they watch as it runs along the 
forest floor.)

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