Molly's Game Page #7

Anything else?

Treat Magazine made

a generous offer.

Treat?

It's a new magazine for the

high-end photography enthusiast.

-They want you to pose naked?

-I'd be the April treat.

I meant interest in your book.

Uh, yeah.

Any offers?

A few I guess.

A couple.

-Five.

-Really?

-Yeah.

-And...?

I passed.

You're destitute and

you passed on five offers

-to turn you book into a movie?

-You will be paid, Charlie.

I'm just curious as to

why you passed

on what appear to be

the only way out you have.

-Creative differences.

-Okay.

Should we start?

You know, I am gonna

figure you out.

Well, let me know what you find.

You see this?

This is discovery.

Let's see what we discovered.

Over here, we have

Peter Druzhinsky,

Peter Antonovich and

Peter Slobo. The three Petes.

Now the three Petes run a chain

of corrupt medical clinics

and have been committing

insurance fraud,

wire fraud and mail

fraud on an epic scale.

Now over here, we have the

Rachniana-Gershen Organization.

They're a worldwide

bookmaking operation

handling hundreds of

millions of dollars a year

in illegal sports betting.

And over here, we have the

Alexander Habib organization.

This is also an illegal

sports betting organization

but this one, financed by an art

gallery owned by Shillel Habib

-who everyone calls--

-Shelly.

This is the Russian mafia.

And the three are tied together

in the indictment through...

A poker game.

Were they tapping my phones?

-No.

-Thank God.

They were tapping the phones

of everyone you talked to.

Okay.

They've got you confirming

that you ran rake games

at the Plaza Hotel and

various locations in New York.

They've also got a confidential

informant confirming

that you ran raked games

at the Plaza Hotel

and various locations

in New York.

You were in violation of 1955,

which is the part of the U.S. Code

that makes it illegal to run

an illegal gambling business.

You know what you did?

You finished writing a book

before the good part happened.

You really get a kick out

of yourself, don't you?

You know,

-I don't like this picture.

-Thank you.

You look like the cat

that ate the canary

and then told the canary's

parents about it.

It's the picture the publisher

wanted and I didn't get a vote.

I like the book.

Good story, well told.

-Thank you.

-I need you to tell it again, though.

From the beginning

and this time

without skipping

over the Russians.

-Would you like a glass of water?

-I'd like a glass of bourbon.

-One more thing.

-Yeah.

I need your hard drives.

-Going back how far?

-What do you mean?

Well, I kept my hard drives

when I'd buy a new laptop.

You're kidding.

No, it had a record

of who owed what

and spreadsheets

on the players.

It has more than that.

Every time you charge

your phone by plugging it

into the computer,

the computer takes a record

of all your text

messages and e-mails.

My laptop has a record

of all text messages

and e-mails received

years ago on phones

that have been smashed

with an aluminum bat?

I want to run forensic imaging

on your hard drives.

Oh, no, thanks anyway, but I'll

be destroying those hard drives.

Well, you can't do that,

they're evidence.

Well, I'm gonna blow 'em up, I am

literally gonna use explosives

and scatter the

remains in the sea.

Except you told me they exist.

You're gonna have to

pretend I didn't tell you.

-Can't do that.

-Yes, you can.

You were the one who

wanted a lawyer

that wasn't even a

little bit shady.

New information has

come to light,

now I see that that was stupid.

-Molly.

-There are no hard drives.

If you destroy evidence

and obstruct justice

on top of the charges already

brought against you in this case,

you will be, I promise,

incarcerated.

You don't understand what's

in those text messages.

I understand you've

had boyfriends

and there'll be some exchanges

that are a little bit,

you know, embarrassing.

I don't care about embarrassing

text messages from boyfriends

as there's not left a small

corner of my private life

that isn't available

for public scrutiny.

There are messages that

would destroy other lives.

There are messages

that would end careers

and obliterate families.

If those text messages

were to be made public,

-They won't be.

-If they were,

-They won't be.

-it would be catastrophic

-for many people.

-I'm a lawyer. I'm legally--

-No.

-Listen to me,

I am legally prohibited

from disclosing anything--

Someone leaked my last deposition

to the National Enquirer, Charlie.

Butterball?

My last lawyer's

name was Butterman

and he was one of five people

in the room besides me.

But the information

in that deposition

would be nothing compared

to the consequences

of those text messages--

Ah! I just got it.

showing up everywhere.

I couldn't figure out why you

named some people but not others.

I thought that maybe

some people paid you.

You were wrong but

it doesn't matter.

No, the only people you

named in that book

were the ones that

were already named

in the Bad Brad

Marion deposition

-which you think

-I know.

-somebody leaked it

-Sold it.

-to the tabloids,

-Yes.

-maybe even Butterbean.

-Butterman, but...

I don't know who it was.

I watched Jenny McCarthy beat

you up for naming the players.

Why don't you just say,

"Hey, those names are

already public record."

I don't know.

'Cause it wasn't on The View

under subpoena.

Can we please get back

to the e-mails and texts?

Is that why you have

creative differences

with the Hollywood office?

Because they want information

you won't give them?

I don't owe you.

If what happened last time

were to happen this time,

it would make what

happened last time--

What is this for?

It's got every text message and

e-mail I sent in the last year

as well as a variety of

incriminating evidence

about my clients.

Now, if anything of

yours gets leaked,

you can sell my phone

to the highest bidder

and I'll lose my job

and get disbarred.

So, in order to demonstrate the

sanctity of your attorney/client

confidentiality,

you're betraying

the confidentiality

of all your other clients.

I know you're

not gonna look at it.

How do you know?

I don't know.

I'll fly home to Colorado

and be back the next day

with the hard drives.

Harlan Eustice was excited about

the surprise 40th birthday party

he was throwing for

his wife in 24 hours.

Rented out the whole courtyard

at the Buffalo Club.

Gonna be about

a hundred people.

Kumamoto oysters,

snow crab, lobsters,

He wasn't ticking off

menu items to show off.

He was genuinely excited about

the party he was giving his wife.

She doesn't know

anything about it.

She thinks we're having dinner

with her brother and his wife.

I liked Harlan.

But nobody else like

him except Player X.

He played tight,

didn't give a lot of action

and always got his

money in good

which means he was

running the odds.

-Five thousand to call.

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