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.)

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.