Give it back! Fix it! Put my money back!
I already told you! There's nothing I can do!
You don't get out of here until you make things right!
Stop! Stop!
Hey, hey, hey! MPD!
Put the bat down now. Sir, you need to put the bat down.
I ain't going anywhere until I--
Till I get what I came here for.
Just tell me what the problem is.
What's the problem?! This bank stole my money!
They ripped me off, and I'm losing my house!
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
My name's Dwight.
All right, what's your name?
Mark.
All right, Mark.
Whatever's going on,
I'm sure coming down here with a bat
seemed like a good idea at the time.
Don't you patronize me.
Stand down!
Is this how you want it to go down...Mark?
You got family, right?
I got a son-- Jake.
How old's your boy?
11.
Mark, you wouldn't be acting like this if he was here, now, would you?
No.
Because we both know this doesn't make any sense.
His mom already took him to live in Texas.
If I lose my house, I got nothing.
I understand.
I'll talk to the bank,
see if I can't help you sort this thing out.
All right, nobody here wants to shoot you.
Just do me a favor and put the bat down.
Put your hands up.
Up.
I could see him getting madder and madder.
Finally, he stormed out and came back with the bat,
and that's when I hit the silent alarm.
Any idea what set him off?
His checking and saving accounts were recently emptied.
He claims it was identity theft.
Was it?
According to him, someone from the bank called
and asked to verify his account numbers and passwords.
Soon after, he says his money disappeared.
But you guys didn't call him? No.
And his claim with the fraud department was rejected.
Kind of hard to make a house payment when you got no money.
His mortgage is not with us, so that's out of our hands.
Well, when you say it like that,
grabbing a bat starts to make sense.
I followed the proper protocols.
Mr. Poole, we managed to get you out of this without a scratch.
I want you to do me a favor.
Have your people take another look at Mark's account.
Sure.
Hello?
All right. Appreciate the call.
What's going on?
Well, mama missed her painting class,
didn't show up for book club.
Nobody's heard from her. I got to stop by her house.
Mama, you in there?
Mama?
Stop your pounding, Dwight. I'm here.
You just... Come back later.
Mama, are you okay?
Why aren't you answering your phone?
'Cause I don't want to talk to anybody.
Mama, if you don't open this door, I'm gonna kick it in.
Mama, you got people worried-- Especially me.
I'm sorry. I'm just fine.
You can see. So, bye now.
Mama, what happened?
Nothing.
Tony.
What'd Tony do?
He dumped me.
No reason, no explanation.
I thought I'd found someone, and...
Like that, he's gone.
Hey. Everything all right with your mom?
Eh, yes and no.
What's that mean?
Well, Tony broke off their engagement.
That's a good thing, right?
It's not like you ever liked him.
True, but he made mama happy.
What are you gonna do about that?
Nothing. None of my business.
What'd I miss?
I'm not sure.
The lady from the bank got here about 20 minutes ago.
Gentlemen, you are now working an identity-theft case.
This is Allie Thomas from the bank's fraud department.
Hi.
Turns out Mark Hayden is one of 30 people
who all had their accounts cleaned out.
Anything you need from Memphis South, ask me.
Well, for starters, why didn't you catch on sooner?
We're a local bank
and don't have the resources of the big boys.
Which is a nice way of saying they beat your security.
Okay, everybody here is on the same side.
First things first--
Let's figure out how they chose the victims.
We'll need all the information you can give us
on the compromised accounts.
'Course.
Is there...Someplace I can get online?
Maybe.
We steal our wi-fi from the bail bondsman next door.
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Found these in the printer. Figured they belong to you.
Thanks.
Anything else you need?
No, we're okay, Sutton. Thank you.
Oh, um, I noticed that you tried
grouping the people by zip code, area code, alphabetically.
Yeah, we did.
And we're not seeing a pattern.
Um, what's this last column?
Those are their account numbers.
Looks like your clients were called in the order
of their account numbers, from lowest to highest.
Which means that whoever conned these people
is working from a list generated within the bank.
It's an inside job.
Good work, Sutton.
I think I found your inside man.
Roy Smith. We interviewed him as a witness.
I remember him. Why the red flag?
Roy logged into our computers
while Mark was going crazy with the bat.
He accessed client accounts.
Where is Mr. Smith?
He was here a minute ago.
This is his desk.
Why don't you go take a look around for him?
Roy Smith.
28 years old, Hampton street.
Got his social security
if we need to run a background on him.
Check this out-- "Roy Jones."
Oh, so that's his real name.
Hmm.
Roy Martin.
Roy Douglas.
Or none of the above.
Roy Smith as an identity dead-ends seven years back--
Exactly the amount of time you need on a background check
in order to work at a bank.
His landlord said he moved in four months ago,
right before he got hired.
He's been setting up this con for a while.
Mark and his baseball bat
must have thrown a wrench into the plan.
They find anything else at the apartment?
Well, the tech boys said it's been wiped clean,
but I talked to the neighbors.
They say he had a woman living with him.
That's interesting, 'cause some of the people
that were scammed were called by a woman.
Could be we're after a modern-day Bonnie and Clyde.
It was a long night, but all bank clients
have been notified about the telephone scam.
Speaking for the bank,
we're glad to let them know MPD is on the case.
Well, have you had any luck tracing the missing money?
When it was taken out of the accounts,
it had to go somewhere.
The records show a series of wire transfers and EFTs.
It'll take me a while to untangle them.
That's why my daddy never trusted banks.
And why the entire Sutton clan
operates on a strictly cash basis.
What'd y'all do? Put the money in the mattress?
No.
That would be silly.
Didn't expect to see you again.
Well, then I'm happy to disappoint you.
Hey.
You seem like a straight-shooter.
How much trouble am I in?
Oh, quite a bit.
Waving the bat around will get you assault.
Cornering the bank manager the way you did,
that's the same as kidnapping.
I never would have hurt nobody.
Well, if we can catch the con men,
it should settle down the bank and the d.A.
They might be inclined to drop the charges against you.
Really?
I'd call it a best-case scenario.
Check in with you later.
Oh, detective?
One more thing. Um...
I used my phone call on it, but I didn't have any luck.
What is it?
My son keeps a hamster at the house.
If Harry dies while I'm locked up...
I don't think Jake will ever forgive me.
A hamster?
You better explain yourself, or I'm calling the cops.
I am the cops.
Mark's gotten himself into some trouble.
You guys friends?
Uh, well, I live next door.
What are you doing here?
He asked me to feed Harry.
Who's Harry?
A hamster.
Oh.
You're looking for this.
Here you go.
Thank you.
Harry owes you his life.
What kind of cop feeds hamsters?
You've met a few who don't?
That's shameful.
Well, I expect you have better things to be doing,
so why don't I look after Harry?
You sure you can handle it?
If I need backup, I'll call you.
Who's he?
Gary Harris. Owns a copy shop on the east side.
An informant of mine
put him at the top of the list of Memphis forgers.
Can we tie him to our con man?
Barely.
We found plastic bags with "Gary's copy shop"
printed on them in Roy's trash.
I bet he made Roy's IDs.
Gary seems like a smart guy.
Go appeal to his intellect.
All right.
I need you to settle a bet for me, Gary.
My partner thinks you're an intellectual,
but I happen to think you're an idiot.
I'm confused.
Because only idiots would do business
with assholes like this.
And I know he was in your store.
Well, lots of people come into my store.
That's not an answer.
I want to know where he is,
and I want to know his real name.
I-I-I don't know the guy.
Gary, I know that you make fake IDs for college kids.
And for every one I find,
you're gonna get one year in prison.
And that's the good news.
Because when I find this con guy here
without your help, using one of your fake IDs,
that's interstate wire fraud.
Hello, feds. Hello, homeland security.
You're gonna be like a little bug on their windshield.
He goes by "Roy."
What, like it says on the license?
That's more idiot talk!
He...Came in yesterday and used a rental computer,
accessed his e-mail, printed something out.
So, it should still be on your store server?
Mm-hmm.
That's pretty good thinking.
I guess I lose.
What did you find at Gary's copy shop?
Roy e-mailed himself a list of bank clients.
We got to think they're potential Marks.
Anything significant about the group?
They're all premium accounts,
but none of these were scammed the first time around.
Roy and his partner can't be dumb enough
to keep trying the same ruse.
No, but this list was important enough for him to go after
when all hell was breaking loose in the bank.
Something's coming. We just don't know what it is yet.
The bank said they warned their clients,
but we'd better do it again.
You're detectives investigating identity theft?
Yes, ma'am.
Has anyone been in contact with you
in regard to your accounts at Memphis South bank?
Two detectives already came by yesterday.
Memphis police?
Yes-- Same as you.
I volunteered to be part of a sting operation.
What kind of sting?
Well, they're using my bank account as bait.
Well, they said there was a $25,000 reward in it.
N-not that I wouldn't do my civic duty anyway.
You recognize him?
He's the detective in charge.
Whew.
Tony?
Hey, Dwight.
You gonna punch me out?
It's crossed my mind.
Yeah. I expect I deserve it.
Here's Paula Ann's stuff.
You owe my mama better than this.
Dwight, this is breaking my heart.
Believe me, I'm doing what's best for her.
No, you're doing what's best for you.
No, I have never loved anyone like I love Paula Ann.
She means everything to me.
All right, then what happened?
I got a call from a...Friend In Arizona.
I lived there before I came here.
T-there's a warrant out for my arrest.
What are the charges?
Embezzlement.
Oh.
There was a woman I dated
who says that I loaned myself some of her money
and didn't pay it back.
Just so you know, I never took a dime from your mom.
All right, so how much are we talking?
If we pull together, maybe we can straighten this thing out.
No, now that she's come forward, there'll be others.
Damn, Tony.
I know.
I already made arrangements to turn myself in
to the local sheriff here,
so they're...They're shipping me back to Arizona
in a couple of days.
No, I mean...
Well, I respect you for facing up to it.
I know I don't have to ask this, but...
Keep an eye on her for me, would you, please?
She's...
She's some kind of special woman.
Bonnie and Clyde are posing as cops?
They're asking people for help catching the bad guys,
offering a reward.
And the big fish turn over all their account information
thinking it's evidence.
Admit it-- It's genius.
Criminals with badges is nothing but dangerous.
Well, at least we got a description now of Roy's partner.
No I.D. Yet, but we're still checking.
If Roy's not working at the bank,
how are they stealing the money?
Using the stolen account information
to clone debit cards.
And buying jewelry, coins,
Stuff that converts easily to cash.
Yeah?
We got a hit.
What hit?
We had the bank flag their accounts.
We know where Bonnie and Clyde are.
Let's go.
That's them, all right.
The woman wanted to buy a $5,000 rolex for her boyfriend.
And what happened to your head?
Well, when her bank card got denied, she wanted to go.
But the guy got angry.
He flashed a police badge,
and I said, "I can't swipe that."
I take it he didn't appreciate your sense of humor.
Yeah, I thought he was ready to beat me down.
Lucky for me, the woman dragged him out the door.
We've been focusing on Roy,
but maybe it's his lady who's calling the shots.
Sounds like there's trouble between them.
You get a look at their car?
Yeah, a four-door, blue.
Uh...lt was a rental.
How do you know that?
The license-plate holder had the company's name.
We matched the name on that rental.
It's one of Roy's IDs.
The car's from a company out by the airport.
Does it have GPS?
I asked. No luck.
So take Roy's picture
to the rental companies in that area,
then run his aliases to see which ones he's done business with.
Okay.
Uh, why?
These people are smart. They've been spotted.
They're gonna want to switch vehicles.
And they won't go to the same place twice.
It's our chance to get a step ahead.
Still don't understand how I got picked for this gig.
I don't fit the type at all.
It was your idea, buddy.
And I fit this type less than you do.
Yeah, well, I don't care. In one hour, we're switching.
Dude, consider me indisposed.
Hello. May I help you?
You better.
The car you rented me out there smells like a wet dog.
I want a new car, and I want a free upgrade.
Now! Move it, Buster!
J-just one moment.
Hey, you better hop to it, whitehead.
You don't want trouble on your first day.
Bite me, would you?
What was that?
Oh, nothing.
Do you have the slightest idea what you're doing?
Would a little bit of competence be asking for too much?!
Sir, I'm doing the best I know how, okay?
Yeah, way to turn on the old whitehead charm.
My colleague will take care of you.
So now I have to explain myself all over again.
Great!
How can I help you?
Well, you can start by renting me a car that doesn't smell.
Hello. One moment.
Yes, sir. "Yes, sir."
She's here.
I'm in a bit of a hurry.
No problem.
In fact, I'm gonna make you a special deal.
Actually, um, I'm so pressed for time,
I'll-- I'll-- I'll come back.
Ma'am?
You need to get your hands up.
And, sir, you need to be nicer.
Everybody, have a great day.
What am I doing here?
I-I don't know who you think I am.
There's the problem.
I don't have any idea who you are.
Well, that's crazy.
You took my driver's license.
And your fingerprints match a lot of names
in a lot of states.
Want me to list them?
Y-you have me confused with somebody else.
This little act may have served you
in the backwaters you worked till now.
But this is Memphis.
What are the charges against me?
Identity theft, wire fraud, bank fraud,
impersonating a police officer, for starters.
Oh, I bet it's that last one that really bothers you.
No.
It's you stealing other people's money that pisses me off.
Money was here. Went over there.
Nobody got hurt.
This is Mark.
He is a father barely making ends meet.
And now he's about to lose his house.
I got dozens of others--
Real people, very real, suffering because of you.
I know what you're thinking.
You do?
Mm-hmm.
"Keep my mouth shut, do my time,
money will be waiting for me when I get out."
But you are looking at a very long stretch, honey.
That Roy is a fine young man.
Do you really think he's gonna be waiting for you?
Don't forget-- We still got cobbler for dessert.
Pecan?
Yep.
Tony's favorite.
Tony doesn't get the pecan cobbler in the breakup.
Don't give him that.
Thank you, Dwight.
After dinner, we can head over to the lamplighter.
The renegades are playing.
Tony took me dancing there just last week.
Then we'll go somewhere else.
Excuse me.
Y'all right in there, mama?
No, Dwight, I'm not.
I can't let you go on like this, mama.
I don't see what's to be done about it.
♪ Sunny ♪
♪ yesterday, my life was filled with rain ♪
♪ sunny ♪
♪ you smiled at me and really eased the pain ♪
♪ now the dark days are done ♪
♪ and the bright days are here ♪
♪ my sunny one shined so sincere ♪
♪ sunny, one so true ♪
♪ I love you ♪
♪ sunny ♪
♪ yeah, thank you for the sunshine bouquet ♪
♪ ooh, sunny ♪
♪ thank you for the love you brought my way ♪
You're not playing fair, Dwight.
I-I don't want to be cheered up.
That's what favorite songs are for.
The thing about Tony ending it like this,
I'll just always wonder what I did wrong.
I love a man who brings me coffee in the morning.
Thanks.
Um...Have you ever been to a stock-car race?
Uh, you know-- Fast cars, cold beer.
It's pretty fun.
I thought maybe, um...
Well-- You call for us?
Yeah.
Um...
Allie says all those wire transfers were just smoke.
The money Roy stole from the first group of bank clients--
We tracked it down.
We find that money, we find Roy. Where is it?
They moved it to a dummy account and withdrew it as cash.
They got almost $200,000.
Video confirms that Marie posed as a customer
to make the withdrawals.
How did the bank not know about this?
She always went to Roy, and he was able to cover their tracks.
It's time for her to start talking.
Back off! Break it up!
Hey, hey! What's going on?
We're trying to work that out.
Starting trouble is not gonna help your cause.
I was minding my own business.
Talk to the riffraff over there.
What's your problem?
She called me a whore.
Easy mistake to make.
I'm no whore!
Hey! You need to just simmer down.
What's she in for?
Disorderly conduct-- She ran a stop sign,
then mouthed off to the officer that was giving her the ticket.
I stopped-- I swear.
And her bail's been made. All we got to do is process her.
Do it.
You best keep these hellions apart.
I have more questions for you.
Hey, hey.
Before you go at Marie again,
Roy's committed another crime.
A new scam?
Flashed his badge at a jewelry store,
told the owner he had a tip about a robbery.
This guy's bold.
Owner goes in the back, sees Roy cleaning out the display cases,
grabs a gun, they trade shots.
Anybody hurt?
The owner took one in the shoulder,
but he said he got Roy, too.
Without Marie by his side, Roy's coming undone.
And with a badge and a gun,
it won't be long before he kills somebody.
Witnesses outside the jewelry store
confirmed that Roy took a bullet.
Get his picture out to clinics and hospitals.
We're already on it.
This is what I can't figure.
This was a tight, clean operation.
Sophisticated financial scams.
And now Roy's knocking off jewelry stores like he's broke.
You're right.
There's something to this that we're missing.
I want that something in my pocket
before I talk to Marie again.
You got it.
Thanks for all of your help, Sutton.
It's been a real pleasure working with you.
Oh, same here.
Hope we get to do it again.
That came out wrong.
My boss is very happy we were able to resolve the--
Thanks.
The financial side of the crime.
What do you mean?
Now that we have a paper trail
for the fraudulent activity,
we can file an insurance claim.
So the bank clients will get their money back.
Eventually.
What about Mark Hayden?
The guy with the bat?
He's sitting in a cell on some serious charges,
and his house could still get taken away.
I mean, he's the reason
we even found out this was happening,
and it's not working out for him.
Did you call 911, doctor?
I recognized him from the picture our security posted.
I got so nervous,
but I don't think I gave anything away.
How bad is he?
It's a through-and-through.
You sure he's still here?
That man's not going anywhere. He's in pretty bad shape.
I'm calling for extra units.
Do you have video surveillance?
Whitehead, check it out.
Roy! You got nowhere to go, Roy!
MPD! Roy!
Go!
We were this damn close.
I have an apb out on the car,
but they'll have a new ride before the hour's out.
You're positive it was the same girl from the holding cell?
Absolutely positive. She was booked as Amber Smith.
Whatever her role in the scam's been,
Amber's kept a low profile.
Or do we think Clyde's just found himself a new Bonnie?
If that was true, they'd be long gone.
They're sticking around for a reason.
Amber got herself arrested so she could talk to Marie.
Why?
Marie knows where the money's stashed.
Roy and Amber don't.
I've been circulating Roy's picture to neighboring counties.
A deputy remembers arresting him last year--
Under a different name, of course.
What for?
Apartment-rental scam.
He leased a place in brownsville 15 times in the same day.
Made bail, then jumped it.
Brownsville. There's something about that in her file.
Marie was arrested there, as well.
Maybe they got ties in the area.
If so, that's where they could be hiding.
Off you go.
Afternoon.
Is this still the Minetti Residence?
Yeah.
Sorry for the intrusion, sir.
Memphis police department.
What do y'all want?
Sir, this address is listed in an old arrest report
for a Marie Minetti.
Do you know her?
So that's what she looks like now.
She's family?
That's my daughter-- Ana Maria.
Haven't seen her in 20 years.
And what about this guy here? Is he from around here?
We believe his name is Roy.
Whatever his name, I'd know him.
Who is he?
My grandson.
That's Maria's boy.
I'm not interested in talking.
It's obvious to us
that you are the brains behind this little outfit
and that only you know where the money is.
Well...
I'm not saying I do or I don't.
But a girl's got to look out for herself.
We talked to your daddy.
I know Roy is your son.
Now you know why I got nothing to say.
He got shot today trying to knock off a jewelry store.
Put a bullet in the owner,
and he took one himself-- In the gut.
He all right?
How would I know?
Ever since you been locked up,
he has gone completely out of control.
So you can just sit here
joking and smirking all you want.
But your son is going to die before you do.
I didn't want this life for Roy.
All you've done is drive him deeper into it.
This...
This run in Memphis was supposed to be our last.
I thought if we took a big-enough score,
we could get out-- Go legit.
You told yourself that and believed it?
He listens to me.
It's that girlfriend, Amber, who's trouble.
Nothing's enough for her.
Well, you're in here, and she's out there with him.
So it comes down to one choice, Marie.
You can keep quiet, and Roy will die.
You help us bring him in, and your son has a chance.
Just considering this is crazy, for all we know,
they've got some kind of code with each other.
She's gonna tell him where the money is, and pfft!
We'll never see him again.
You got any other options? I'm fresh out.
It's the lieutenant's call.
Her son's been shot. I think she's done lying.
Here.
Thank you, officer.
Yeah?
It's me.
I'm renting a jailhouse cell,
so I don't have much time.
What's our next move?
It looks bad.
All right, let's see what bail is.
Amber said our take from the bank should probably cover it.
Yeah, I'm sure she's got my best interests at heart.
I won't run out on you, mom.
Okay, just tell me how to play this.
You all right?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Roy.
I love you.
I never said it much or showed it, neither, but...
I do.
Remember that.
I don't like the sound of this.
I want you and Amber to get out...
And not look back.
No way.
It's the only move you got left.
The money's in the trunk of a silver dodge.
Where we pulled our first racket.
I don't want to leave you, mom.
Goodbye, Roy.
Mom?
Mom.
Am I a carnivore?
Nope.
Do I have fur?
Yep.
Ah!
Do I have, uh, opposable thumbs?
Technically, no.
Am I a lemur?
All right, all right.
Suspects have arrived.
Go, go, go, go!
Don't shoot!
Roy, you need medical attention.
Let us help you.
I'm not going to prison!
Take a look around, Roy. You don't have many options.
You're gonna have to shoot me, then!
Eh, your mother wouldn't be very happy about that.
We said we'd do our best to bring you in in one piece.
Did she cut a deal?
What'd she get out of it?
All she wanted was another chance to see you again.
You really got your mind set on dying today?
We need a paramedic!
Why didn't you just shoot me?
'Cause it's easy to give up on people.
I don't know if this is such a good idea, Dwight.
I was trying to go along with keeping your troubles quiet,
thinking it was good for mama.
Which is exactly what I want.
Look, it's not working, Tony. You need to man up here.
I'd hate to hurt her any more than I already have.
Look, better she hear it from you
than read about it on the Internet.
Come on.
Yeah.
Yeah, you're right. You're right.
She really brought out the best in me.
It's just too late.
Oh, no.
Eh, eh, mama.
You need to listen to this.
Oh, I can't handle it right now.
Maybe tomorrow you can talk--
Mama, there won't be a tomorrow.
Oh, my God.
I've only got a few minutes, Paula.
Please... Hear me out.
Tony, what did you do?
I'll leave you be.
Sutton.
Hi.
Allie. Hi.
What are you doing here?
I thought about what you said,
and the bank treated Mark wrong.
So I talked to my boss.
The president wrote up an apology.
That's-- That's nice.
But I'm not sure how much that'll help him.
We also called his mortgage lender
and worked everything out.
He's not gonna lose his house.
That's great.
Um...
Listen, Allie, um...
I was wondering if sometime you might want to--
Yes.
I would.
Awesome.
Um...
Here's my card.
My...Cellphone number's on the back.
Whew.
Cool.
I'll, um, I'll give you a call.
Hello again.
Detective.
I just came by to let you know
Mark's gonna be coming home soon.
Oh, good. He find a way out of his troubles?
Yeah, it worked out as best it could for him.
Well, that's good.
So, how's Harry the hamster?
Oh, you know, he talks too much,
but other than that, he's fine.
All right, then.
All right.
Well I appreciate the, uh, update.
It's not the only reason I came by.
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