Counterfeiting in Suburbia Page #5

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It's called "smurfing," I googled it.

We never went to banks.

They have standardized bill-counting machines

with anti-counterfeit features.

Currency exchanges in low-traffic areas

were our main target.

They still count by hand,

and only use ultra-violet detection

if something, or someone, makes them suspicious.

For us,

our best cover was a smile and a polite "thank you."

Hi.

I'd like to get

this... amount of money

in U.S. dollars, please?

Certainly.

Excuse me a moment.

Ma'am?

I'm Special Agent Peterson,

this is Special Agent Pankow.

We're with the Secret Service,

Financial Crimes Task Force.

I'm going to need to see some identification.

I'm sorry, I'm going to be late for an appointment.

[door squeaks] Oh, hey--

You...

Hey, hey, hey--

stay back.

Federal Agent! Freeze!

Whoa, whoa, whoa--

-Back up! -Keep him there.

Hey!

Food court elevator.

Got it!

She's heading to the courtyard. Level one.

Go! Go, go!

What's going on?

Just drive!

Okay.

Damn it.

[Riley hyperventilating]

Ri, come on, you're going to give yourself a stroke

if you don't calm down, okay?

You're safe now.

Okay.

[gasping and crying]

What the hell happened back there?

Secret Service agents.

The clerk at the exchange probably gave us up.

I told you it was too risky

to go to the same places.

Okay, but you got the money, right?

No, I don't have the money.

Okay, but you still have the Euros, don't you?

I lost my purse.

That means we're still 10,000 short!

I know.

Tim needs his money by tonight!

We don't have time to print more!

I shouldn't have ran!

I should've just let them take me in!

But that guy who chased me showed up, and I panicked!

Are you crazy? If you let them

take you in,

you'd be sitting in a prison cell right now.

You did the only thing you could, Ri.

Don't you get it?

I ran.

They saw me.

They saw you wearing a wig.

Was your I.D. in your purse?

No.

-Thank God... -Okay.

Hey, they don't know who we are.

If they did, they'd be here right now,

wouldn't they?

Okay.

Here's what's going to happen.

We're going to go inside,

we're going to call Tim,

and I'm going to smooth things over with him.

Are you with me?

Riley, are you with me!

Yes! Yes. Yeah...

Okay, come on.

You're home early.

Erica, I'm glad you're here,

the three of us need to have a chat.

Actually, we were just leaving.

No...

-No? -I can't do this anymore.

We have to tell her.

Tell me about what?

About this?

Tell me this is not what it looks like.

Tell me this is not how my credit cards

got paid off.

Actually, it's...

it's worse.

Who are you calling?

Barb from the PTA, she's an attorney.

I'm going to see if she can meet us

at the police station.

That's a really bad idea.

Riley, tell her.

Barb?

Yeah, this is Karen Cartwright.

I need to ask you a favor...

a big one.

This is the situation.

I can't believe you're going to let her do this to us.

Erica, it's over.

Do you really think that we can keep this up anymore?

Well, the cops may be looking for you,

but they don't know about me.

And you'd better not tell them.

What?

Wait! Erica...

You're 10 minutes late.

Sorry, this isn't the easiest place to find

in the dark.

Okay, where's your friend?

She's not coming.

And she's not my friend.

Huh.

Normally, I love a good cat fight,

but things are a little tense for me right now,

so I'm not going to ask you to explain that.

Listen, there's been a bit of a glitch--

You're short.

Like I said, there was a glitch.

Wh-what is that, a glitch?

Where's the rest of it?

That's all I could get.

The Secret Service was waiting for us at the exchange.

Riley almost got caught, they took her money--

What, you brought the feds down on us?

Oh, this just keeps getting better and better...

[kicking and smashing]

There's still 40 grand there--

Hey!

Let's just cut our losses.

If I needed 40, I would have said 40.

Did you think the people I owe

can't count?

If I don't get them the full 50

by Saturday night,

they're going to break more than just my legs.

I thought the deadline was today.

I was hoping to get it to them early,

earn some brownie points.

I thought you girls could handle it.

I guess I gave you too much credit.

Then let's just go.

Just get out of town,

take the money and run.

We can be together,

you and me...

Right, you and me,

on the run like outlaws...

You know what...

that actually sounds like a plan.

Screw the school,

screw this place,

screw the town, screw everything.

But first,

you've got to do exactly what I say.

Hey...

Oliver,

I was hoping to see you.

I've been waiting here forever.

Why? What's going on?

Is Riley okay?

Uh, that's what I needed to talk to you about, actually.

We hit a snag.

A snag?

What the hell does that mean?

Where's Riley?

[truck roars past, Oliver yelps in pain]

Barb is on her way,

15 minutes.

Great.

I'm sure you'd rather

be anywhere but here right now,

but you gotta trust me on this,

this is the smart play.

[tearfully] Do you remember when...

Mom was taken away,

and I had to stay in the house the first time?

I remember.

This is...

a hundred times worse.

Well, we got through that.

We'll get through this,

I promise.

[]

Oh, my God.

-What? -That's Oliver's mom.

Something's wrong.

Ms. Jackson?

Riley...

She's his girlfriend.

Where's Oliver?

Who did this to him?

Did what--

You must know something.

No-- What's wrong?

Where's Oliver?

Somebody kidnapped my son!

[Police Detective]: Ma'am, I need you to calm down, okay?

We have video surveillance,

we are analyzing it now.

We're going to find him,

I give you my word.

I'm Detective Glass. You are?

Karen Cartwright.

This is my niece, Riley, I'm her legal guardian.

Your niece was friends with the missing boy?

They're dating, yes.

[cell phone vibrates]

We're going to need to talk to both of you.

That's all right.

That's actually, why we're here.

Riley?

What?

Your aunt says you have something to tell us

that might be relevant to the case.

No, I'm...

I don't-I don't- I thought I did, but...

I don't know anything about this.

Riley--

I just, I can't do this right now.

[Riley crying]

[sniffling]

They have Oliver,

and it's my fault.

You don't know that.

Yes, I do. Look.

Okay. Okay...

I know this is difficult,

but what we have to do now is go back in there,

and tell them everything that we know--

No--

I... I know you don't want to believe this,

but the longer we wait,

the harder it's going to be

to convince them you're not part of this.

And what if they kill Oliver?

How can I look at his parents again,

ever,

knowing that I could have done something

to save him?

Okay, I got him into this

in the first place.

Erica's right,

I always blame other people when things go wrong.

I did this,

I have to fix it.

Get in the car, now.

"Or he dies."

I should have said something more...

I don't know, cool.

I think she got the message.

We're not really going to kill him, though...

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