Molly's Game Page #13

We can make your life easier.

Nobody'll f*** with you.

Nobody'll stiff you.

I appreciate...

the offer but really...

I'm fine. I don't carry a

big debt sheet.

I feel safe--

Ahh.

You lied just then.

When you said you don't

carry a big debt sheet.

You've got 2.8 million on

the street right now,

right as we're sitting here,

we do our research.

That money should

be in your hands

'cause it's yours.

It's yours.

And if you don't have it,

you gotta go into your pocket

to pay the wins.

Fellas, I'm sorry,

it's just a friendly

game with higher stakes.

It was really nice

to meet you though.

Let me know if there's

anything I can do for you.

I like to do favors.

They'll put your

drinks on my card.

There are some

gaps in my memory,

which they say is common when

you've had what's called an event.

For instance, I don't remember

where I was coming from

when I calked into my building.

Just that my doorman, Reggie,

said he had packages for me.

I think I've got some things

for you in the package room,

-I'll bring them on up.

-Thanks.

It was the first night

of two weeks off

for Christmas and New Year's.

And my plan was

to take a bath

and try not to take drugs.

Reggie came up with my packages.

Uh, sorry, you're in the wrong--

Wait! Okay, hold on a second,

I have--

Not a sound.

Do you get me?

I have money.

It's all cash.

Where?

Safe.

Where is it?

It's in the closet.

Show me.

Put the money and

jewelry in a bag.

Gold bars too.

Come on.

Open your mouth.

Open your mouth.

It wasn't an offer they made.

It wasn't a suggestion.

This'll be your only reminder.

Your mother lives alone

in Telluride, Colorado.

Right?

Right?

Right, Molly?

She doesn't live there anymore.

Yes, she does.

I couldn't call a doctor

or go to an E.R.

They'd take one look at

me and call the police.

My eyes were swollen and black.

my lips were cut and bloody.

I couldn't feel my face.

Pat had set up the meeting.

And he was how they

knew where I lived.

I stayed in my apartment

for two weeks

waiting for my face to heal.

and waiting for the phone

call I knew was coming.

But the call didn't come.

Where was the call from John G.

"So maybe you've had

a change of heart?"

After ten days I opened my

front door for the first time.

People were coming

back into town

after New Year's in Cabo and

St. Bart's and South Beach.

My phone was blowing up with

"When's the next game?"

But nothing from John G.

And then right there

on the front page

of the New York Times

from eight days ago--

"Nearly 125 Arrested in

Sweeping Mob Roundup."

Those guys were

either laying low

or they were in custody.

Sometimes God happens fast.

My face had healed enough

so that a little make-up

would hide the bruises

that were left.

I put together a week of games.

One week of games

to get the 2.8

million I was owed

and then I was out,

I was done.

One week of epic games.

I had some of my

London players in town

and the Russians had visiting

friends form Moscow.

Jesse and Shelby had already

started the game at the Plaza

and reporting heavy

early action.

I was on my way when

the phone rang.

It was Douglas Downey.

I'm on my way, Doug.

Wait. Molly, wait.

I'm hiding in the bathroom.

I just, I-I need you

to believe me, okay?

Who's bathroom?

believe me because--

at the suite, at the Plaza.

Why are you hiding

in the bathroom?

I would never tell them

anything about you.

I said, "Guys, you

want me to go further,

"you want me to go other

places, I'll do it.

"But nothing about Molly,

she can't be touched.

"Just the Russians."

'Kay, you're drunk and a

little difficult to understand

so I'll see you in a few

minutes when I get there.

I was, uh, I was...

uh...

I was cited for securities fraud.

It was scrubbed from my record,

that's why you don't know.

Did you say securities fraud?

I would never help them

build a case against you.

I would never give them

anything against you.

I'd commit perjury

before I did that.

It was such bullshit,

it was 2006.

If you had an arrest,

I'd have known.

-It was bullshit.

-Doug.

I told them, I'll go further,

I'll go other places.

But not you. I love you.

I-- I love you--

Doug, listen, I need you to pull

it together for a second.

Did they scrub your record

because you've been informing?

Should I... should

I have told you?

That's a question that'll-

that'll haunt me for all my days--

Why are you hiding

in the bathroom?

for my days, Molly.

Always know that I was

trying to protect you.

Five blocks away,

the FBI had raided my game.

I fully expected the lobby

to be filled with guys

wearing windbreakers,

but it wasn't.

Ms. Bloom. Haven't

seen you for a while.

Yeah.

You need a cab?

I guess you never made it

upstairs with the packages.

Maybe I didn't tip you

enough before Christmas.

Then you got into a cab,

took the cab to JFK

and flew to your mother's

house in Denver.

Telluride.

My mother lives in Telluride.

That was two years ago.

Mm-hmm.

In the cab on the

way to the airport,

I checked my bank

account balance.

There should have been a little

over 4 million dollars, but instead

it said the balance was

zero and there was a note

telling me to contact

the Justice Department.

I just want to mention

that she also voluntarily

checked herself into

28-day rehab

and has been sober

and clean for two years.

I don't care. Were the women

that worked for you call girls?

No, sir.

They never exchanged

sex for money?

No.

Have you ever exchanged

sex for money?

No.

I think he was talking to me.

I meant, no, she's not

answering that question.

-The purpose of this meeting--

-I know.

-The purpose of this meeting--

-We're off the record.

We're not off the record.

Do you see a

stenographer in here?

We're off the record

inasmuch as

there is no record,

but you're free to use

the information you're given

and we're not giving the

information for free.

I've been sitting at this

table for five hours,

waiting for the opportunity to

implore you to do the right thing

while begging my client

for the last three weeks

to act in her own best interest.

And neither of those

things should be hard.

The purpose of this meeting is

for you to meet Molly Bloom

and discover, as I have,

that she is not the person

the press has invented.

She's not under federal indictment

for getting bad press, Charlie.

And the purpose of

the meeting, for me,

is to discover if your client

is willing to cooperate

with the government in

putting away some bad people.

No.

You're not willing to cooperate?

Uh, no, I never

traded sex for money.

I'm still not sure if there's

a record but if there is

I wanted to be certain

that was in it.

It appears to me throughout

your career as a game runner

you're extremely diligent

about vetting players?

I was.

But you let four guys

play in the game

without knowing they

were connected?

Yeah, plus an FBI informant,

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