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So that's it?

- That's it.

- All right.

Oh, Dr. Campbell?

They don't have pensions

in my line of work.

And the software does

what it's supposed to do.

And I been chasing Micky Rosa around here

for too damn long.

I'm looking at some retirement.

Leave the bag.

No. No, no, no, no.

I need this money. You have no idea

what I went through to get this money.

I know, kid, but you're gonna figure out

how to get everything you want in this life,

'cause you're smart.

So, you're gonna leave the bag.

Ben, give him the bag. Give him the bag.

It doesn't matter. Give him the bag.

I knew you were smart.

I had a 1590 on my SAT.

I got a 44 on my MCATs.

And I have a 4.0 GPA from MIT.

I thought I had my life mapped out.

But then I remembered

what my Nonlinear Equations professor

once told me,

"Always account for variable change."

Hello, Micky.

Look, I got money in Boston.

A hundred grand.

I'll give it to you.

Just let me walk away. I'll walk away.

I don't want your money, Micky.

I don't need it.

But I know someone

who might be interested.

He's good with numbers, too.

He works for the IRS.

I let down my good friends.

But as it turns out,

they weren't too bad at simple math either.

I scored the prettiest girl in school.

I got beaten down

by an old-school Vegas thug

who was having trouble

accepting his retirement.

But I worked out a deal with him

that got him a nice pension.

And I lied to my mother.

But I confessed the lie,

and, well, she still loved me.

So my senior year of college,

I joined this team.

And I learned this new skill.

I went to Vegas 17 times to use it.

I made hundreds of thousands of dollars

counting cards.

And then I had it all stolen from me.

Twice.

How's that for life experience, professor?

Did I dazzle you?

Did I jump off the page?

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