In Plain Sight

6-3-4 combo.

5-5-5.

3-8-0 combo...

8-5-0.

Unemployment may be high, but our business is booming.

Good take today.

People need hope, I guess.

629...

Thanks, Judy.

How much we make last week?

$353,640, and the number that hit was 3-4-2.

You're a gem.

That's what you are, a gem.

What we'd do without you, I have no idea.

You'd need a computer.

Computer, right.

Might as well put up a big sign,

flashing my name and occupation in neon.

Why would you want a neon sign flashing your name?

We wouldn't. That's the point.

That's why we're glad we have you here.

We don't need computers.

Dale, how you doin'?

Ask her.

How am I doing, rain man?

You made $370,000 this week on 8-0-6,

and my name's Judy.

I still say we're paying out too much.

Our odds are better than lotto,

better than online.

Yeah, but our profit margin is way...

What is it, Judy?

76.2%.

Yeah, let's not get greedy here, Dale, okay?

People take a risk, they come to us.

'Cause they're more likely to win. Right, Judy?

Right, and because pay-out's...

Hey! I work here, too, you know.

You can skip the math gymnastics.

Hey.

Who's that handsome guy?

That's you, Larry,

and that's me.

It's a joke, Judy.

Oh.

Funny.

Yeah.

FBI!

All right, hands up high, moving slow!

Everybody!

Stand up! Let me see your hands!

Up against the wall. Let's go!

Move it!

Move! Everyone!

Quick! Now!

You, back there! Let's go!

But I... I have a lot of work to do.

I don't think you understand.

I'm an FBI agent,

and you're under arrest.

Oh.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Por aqui. Gracias.

What's going on, Reina?

I hate to bother you again.

Bother me?

Until last week, I'd barely ever heard from you.

You were quiet as a sniper.

How's everyone holding up since the break-in?

Good. Getting back to normal.

We were a little scared,

but the new security has been very helpful.

A phone call to ABQ P.D.,

an email to a friend in private security.

It took me less than a lunch break.

You have to watch out.

Pharmaceuticals are currency,

and, unlike banks, free clinics don't have much in the way of armed guards.

So what's the latest?

My "S" visa is about to expire in one week,

and if I don't get my green card,

I'm going to lose my job.

I called the A.U.S.A. last month,

and he assured me everything was in order.

But I testified six months ago.

What is taking so long?

Doubtless, the oppressive sluggishness of bureaucracy.

You know, Franz Kafka characters

trying to enter castles and turning into bugs.

Red tape.

Is it possible that immigration maybe changed their mind?

You were promised a green card as a condition of your testimony.

I'm sure there was just a snafu along the way to approving the paperwork.

Don't worry. I'll fix it.

Gracias.

Gracias.

Ciao, Marshall.

Proximo.

The language of betting is rampant with bluster.

Its cup runneth over with metaphor.

Bluff, raise, tell,

call, fold, hit,

stand, bust.

Some say, stay in the box and do what you know.

They fret about crapshoots, to hell with jackpots.

They crave what's familiar and cling to routine.

So what's better,

pulling up short of doubling down?

You think I know? Don't bet on it.

Hey.

So, Scott, how long you in town?

What, are you sick of me already?

I don't know.

I'm kind of playing it by ear.

I'm crashing at this little motel,

it's got a pool, a decent rate.

And your life at home, your job?

Have laptop, will travel.

Day-trading's all chasing numbers on the Internet.

Huh.

Let's take a look here.

Yeah, I just lost 17k on gold.

Scott!

My God.

Ah, don't sweat it.

I made 30 last week on a new malaria vaccine,

so I'm actually up a little bit... for now.

Gotta love the bio-techs.

Yeah. It's good to see you're not gambling anymore.

You can get your fix right here, you know, in my kitchen.

Pretty much.

Oh, speaking of that,

uh, Scott invited me to come to his gamblers anonymous meeting.

You want to come with?

Yeah. No, I'm running late,

and shoot me first.

Well, any open meeting, Mary,

we'd love to have you.

Think you'd find it pretty compelling.

Oh, well, I've already been, and it wasn't.

You have?

Yeah. I... I went a while ago.

I had to drive a friend...

just whatever.

I didn't get much out of it,

but, you know, burnt coffee and stale cookies.

Knock yourselves out.

Don't forget your tissues, though, and Xanax.

We'll share later.

I'd apologize for her, but I swear, if I start, I will never stop.

It's your turn.

Ha ha.

So what's the 411 on Alfaro?

The A.U.S.A. says he doesn't understand what happened,

and Reina's paperwork was submitted.

So what's the hold-up?

She made their case,

put away some serious dirt-bag smugglers, right?

Give the woman a green card.

Who's the ice guy in charge here?

Uh, the file says...

Jack Suarez.

Jack Suarez?

You know him?

Oh, yeah, from the paleozoic era.

We knocked heads on a joint task-force.

He was, uh... less than malleable.

Is he a stand-up guy?

Oh, a little too stand-up.

Talk about an agent who would collar his own mom,

Suarez actually did, on a coke charge.

Got famous quick.

Lemme take a crack at this.

Forward me the info.

Good morning, Mary.

You have a new witness.

It never ends.

What's her story?

Challenging. In what sense?

Key witness in an interstate numbers-running ring.

She was the accountant.

Feds kicked in the doors,

only to find no computers, no files,

not a hard drive in sight.

Just some phones, the odd betting slip,

and our Ms. Wagrowski in the conference room.

Kept every bet and payout for the entire operation in her head.

Meaning she's not the key witness in the case.

She is the case.

Something exactly like that, yeah.

So the challenge is, what,

finally dealing with my intellectual equal?

The challenge is she has Asperger's,

and you're, you know. You're you.

Asperger's has a number of symptoms

of which you should be aware.

Oh, yippee, Marshall -pedia.

Off-the-chart recall,