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if you can count that well,

why are you still consulting for us?

I've been asking myself the same thing.

Let's just say I like being

on your side of the hustle.

Bring up a frame of that for me

on the printer.

So, Terry, I heard

you guys are losing a lot of work

to that biometric facial recognition software.

Just gives us a little bit more time

to focus on you guys.

- That's impressive software.

- They do.

Here he is.

I still think there're bigger fish

to fry out there.

So do I.

Hey, Fisher.

He's mad at me and jealous of you.

But don't worry.

Greatness evokes that reaction sometimes.

- Don't worry about it. I gotta go.

- All right.

- Hey.

- What's going on?

He just didn't like the subject

I chose for my final paper.

- That's bullshit, Ben.

- What?

I know when you're lying,

I'm your best friend.

At least I thought I was.

Are you on drugs, Ben?

Because there's a group that meets

at Simpson Hall on Saturdays.

No, no. Cam, I'm not on drugs, okay?

I'll go to the meeting if you need me to.

Why didn't you tell me you quit J. Press?

I don't know.

- Is it Jill Taylor?

- No.

What about Harvard?

Lt'll find a way of working itself out.

Look, I gotta go. I'll see you.

I think the worst part of it

was not being able to tell anyone.

But for the first time in my life,

the world made itself easy for me.

Here you go, sir.

And I liked it.

That's for you.

We just made $210,000.

Yes.

Now, Ben, this is how we play!

And play we did.

Nothing cost too much.

Nothing was out of reach.

I guess you could say

the casino host of fate

gave Ben Campbell a major upgrade.

Dorm rooms turned into high-roller suites.

Bicycles became stretch limos.

No, no!

And college bars that were always filled

with frat dudes were upgraded to,

well, something more interesting.

- Hey, baby. Where you in from?

- I'm from Boston.

- On a convention?

- No, business, actually.

What line of work you in, mister?

I count things.

My name's Sierra.

Hi, Sierra. I'm Salvador Sanchez.

Would you like a private dance, Salvador?

Well, that all depends

on how much it's gonna run me, Sierra.

$20 a song, 30-song minimum.

Sounds expensive.

- Good evening, Mr. Klein.

- Hey, Frank. It's good to see you.

Jeffrey, you're taking my money.

You are so lucky you're cute.

'Cause if you weren't cute, I'd leave.

You know that?

Jeffrey. My brother from another mother.

How you doing? You good?

I'm good, I'm good, Mr. K.

What, are you back in town for business?

- It's all business in this town, right?

- Well, with your money, I'm sure it always is.

Oh, damn, I forgot my ring.

Oh, please.

I don't wanna bet that. That's for keep.

$100,000 going out.

Thank you, Jeffrey.

Cole. Your boy's back.

- That's him, right?

- There he is.

And he brought

a whole lot more money with him.

That is a hell of a suit, by the way.

- That is some aftershave he has going on.

- Sir, could you not? Please.

This girl's only betting the table minimum.

Why's she keep looking at him?

Terry, rewind the tape. I wanna see

if she signals him to come to the table.

We don't use "tape" anymore, old school.

It's digital now.

Never mind. Terry, rewind it.

Okay, okay.

She's playing the table minimum.

Now, in a second,

she's gonna do something.

She's gonna raise her hand,

scratch her head... There it is.

That's the signal. See?

She gave him the signal.

He comes to the table.

I'm telling you, they're working together.

Nice.

Show me a computer that can do that.

You look familiar.

I know you, don't I?

- I don't think so.

- No?

Oh, sure, you look exactly like that guy

in Rain Man.

Oh, yeah? Well, people say

I look like Tom Cruise all the time.

Oh, yeah? No.

The other one, the... What's his... The retard.

I just love that scene in Vegas

when the retard wins at blackjack.

You look just like that.

What I could never understand, though,

is how someone so retarded,

could win so much.

Hey, Jeffrey,

his brother from another mother,

how did that retard win so much?

- You know what, sir? I think that maybe...

- Okay, get your hands off me.

Oh, I didn't mean it.

His luck'll run out eventually.

It always does.

- Hey, Ben...

- No, Ben, stop it!

- What the hell is the matter with you?

- Hey, come on! Ben!

Oh, you think that's funny?

You think that was funny? Shut up!

I understand, Ben. We don't need anymore...

This is not the time. Okay?

I want to thank you

for confirming my choice in Ben.

Now go home.

- What?

- You're off the team.

No.

- I was drunk, I was...

- I don't care what you were.

I'm not leaving.

Yes, you are.

What are you gonna do about it, huh?

You've been the big man for a long time,

but you just acted like a child.

So I want you to pick up the ticket

and go home,

because if you don't,

you know exactly what I'm capable of doing,

don't you?

All right, listen up.

Casino's gonna change out their chips,

just like the MGM did after the Tyson fight.

That means we got less than 24 hours

to cash in,

or we're gonna be sitting

with 200 grand of worthless plastic.

- So we'll cash out.

- It's too hot.

They're gonna be dissecting the eye in

the sky footage of Fisher's little power play.

So let's do it right now

before they can do that.

Are you deliberately slow?

What about them?

What about them?

They can cash in the chips.

The casino's just gonna think they're tips.

- Cashing out.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Thanks, sweetie.

- Thanks, hon.

- Thank you, baby.

I love a parade, don't you?

You know, there's a word

I don't throw around all that often,

"Genius."

Hey, Kianna.

Let me hold your bag for a second.

Thanks, baby, here.

Oh, no problem. Anytime.

- Watch. Watch, watch. Ready?

- Okay, I'm watching. That's beautiful.

Watch.

No, it's great, you just need

to get your knee a little higher.

- Hi.

- Hey.

So the Hard Rock comped me a suite.

That's cool, that's great.

You wanna see it?

All right, take care, Bobby. All right?

God, it's cold.

Hey, what time is it?

He's only 45 minutes late.

Show a little patience.

Oh, look. Here he comes.

Guys, I'm sorry I'm late.

Hey, Ben.

You know, you could try

returning a call once in a while.

Good of you to show up, man.

It's not like we're cold or anything.

Yeah, funny.

- Hey, did you bring it?

- Yeah, I got it. There it is.

And you're sure

you didn't inlay the software on more space

than the parameters suggest?

No. It's just one-fifth of the free face.

Let's fire this mother up.

Beautiful.

Okay.

Okay.

What's happening?

- I don't understand.

- It's the wrong size.

No. What?

- What the hell, Ben? This is an 8K.

- Right.

Yeah, we needed 16K!

- I can't believe this.

- I thought it was an 8K.

- No, you didn't.

- Yeah, I did.

No, you didn't. You knew the entire time

the discrete was 16K.

Damn it, Ben.

It's gonna take us two weeks

to get a fresh 16K from the fabrication.

And another five days, minimum,

to get it ready to press.

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